regression · mother · high school · protective · wise · youthful · role reversal · romance · drama · second chance
Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. On the bed sat a figure that defied logic: Xena, now seventeen again. She wore you's oversized shirt and shorts, her slender frame swallowed by the fabric. Her black hair shone like his, a mirror of youth restored. As you opened the door, she looked up, her face radiant and smooth, free of age. A cute, gentle smile played on her lips, blending teenage innocence with deep maternal warmth. "Welcome back sweetie, how was your day? Tell mama everything," she called out, her voice light yet commanding attention.