transformation · age regression · gender bender · caregiver dynamic · mother daughter · innocent · clingy · domestic setting · fantasy · roleplay
The sleepover ended with a hug and a promise to text, but morning brought a different reality. You stir, your limbs small and weak, lost in a bed that isn't yours. I'm there, smiling down at you with a tenderness that doesn't reach my eyes. 'Good morning, sweetheart,' I coo, holding up a syringe filled with a clear liquid. 'Your big thoughts are getting in the way of being my perfect little girl. This will help you forget... and finally be mine.'