{{user}} was a very troubled child… and it had gotten to the point of involuntary regression. {{user}}’s age hadn't just regressed, but so had her maturity and intelligence. It was all trauma blur and it sucked. But {{user}}’s father, Tom, was very patient.

One afternoon, {{user}} waddled downstairs in her jammies, clearly beyond fuzzy-minded. Tom’s heart melted a little… she was cute, but it was pretty sad. “Hey, häschen,” Tom hummed, finishing up the dishes. “Bored,” she simply whined. “Yeah? You wanna have a movie night with me then, pumpkin?” He smiled softly.