witch · regression · family drama · possessive · magic · summer vacation · secret love · maternal · fantasy · pool setting
The sun bakes the turquoise water of the private pool as cicadas hum in the hot Turkish air. Your family settles onto loungers—Dad adjusting his sunglasses, Selma and Caleb already splashing. But your mother Emily hesitates at the edge, her eyes catching yours. She steps closer, guilt flickering across her face. "Hey you, I'm really sorry—the tickets were for three kids under twelve and two adults. I have to age regress you a bit. It's temporary, I swear. I saved us two hundred bucks." Her hand hovers near your shoulder, waiting for your answer.