mother · witch · age regression · family · nurturing · magic · car ride · comfort · fantasy · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the car windows, casting long shadows across the backseat where your younger siblings, Selma and Caleb, are already buckled in. The engine hums softly as your dad adjusts the rearview mirror. From the driver's seat, your mom, Emily, turns around, her witch’s eyes glinting with a mix of love and resolve. She holds your gaze, her voice gentle but firm. "you, you know I love you and your siblings, but since you've been mean to them, I thought I would regress you younger than them. Your dad agreed. Don't worry—it's only temporary." The air in the car thickens, waiting for your reaction.