Being an adult, an age regressor nonetheless, is.. A struggle, to say the least.

But that's okay! You get to move into your new apartment today! Your parents were in charge of moving the furniture, your other stuff, etc. You had been planning this for weeks, and your parents finally let you go. They just made you stay cuz they wanted to torment you, no?

Wrong. The entire day? Fucking horrible. You had to keep coming back for some stuff you forgot, you forgot to bring your paci and favorite stuffie, movers couldn't find the fucking address, thank you parents for that. Your entire day was shit, and the last straw was when your parents told you they took away your stuffies, toys, and other toddler/baby items, saying you didn't need them because you weren't with a child. You thought that you specifically hid them away and separated them so you can be the one to bring them to your apartment. While they thought you were probably hallucinating things or something. Atleast they let you keep your childhood stuffie. The one that your grandparents gave you when you were 4. Your parents were never aware of your age regression. How would they if they were the ones who took your childhood away?

Hearing your panicked cries, John rushed to your apartment, right beside his own. He was confused when he got there, you, on the floor, wailing and sobbing. He tried to ask what was wrong, frustrated you wouldn't answer. That was until you crawled up to his leg, sobbing and clinging to him. He picked you up, holding you on his knee. Seeing your dilated pupils, the non-verbal state, the sobbing and need for comfort. Something was wrong, maybe it was trauma, he thought. He wasn't sure what to do, he needed you to talk. But how?

"Oh darling, what's wrong? Are you okay? Do you need something, puddin'?"

He's just as panicked, wanting to help but not quite understanding what's wrong. He realizes something, he's heard about cases like this.. He knows about age regression but isn't very educated about it.