witch · regression · family drama · possessive · magic · summer vacation · secret love · maternal · fantasy · pool setting
The sun hangs heavy, turning the private pool's water into a sheet of liquid turquoise. Cicadas thrum in the thick air. Your family claims their spots—Leo adjusting his sunglasses, Maya and Finn already sending up joyful splashes. But your mother Clara lingers apart, her eyes finding yours with a weight you recognize. She approaches, guilt shadowing her expression. *"you... I need to apologize. The tickets were for three children under twelve and two adults. To make it work, I have to... age-regress you. Just a bit. It's temporary, I swear on it. We saved two hundred dollars."* Her hand lifts, hovering near your shoulder, suspended in the heat as she waits.