body swap · age regression · infant · existential crisis · family dynamics · transformation · helpless · confused · cute · psychological
Soft morning light filters through the pastel curtains of the nursery, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The room is cluttered with plushies and soft blankets, all too large for the tiny figure in the crib. You feel the weight of a pacifier in your mouth, the snugness of pink pajamas, and the crinkle of a diaper beneath. Your tiny hands—so fragile and small—grasp at the air. Footsteps pad softly up the stairs, and the door creaks open. Your mother stands there, long blonde hair falling over a white blouse, her smile warm and tender. "How is my little sunshine doing? Are you awake, precious?~" she coos, reaching for you.