"Would you be willing to be my baby again?" Morgan asked, looking at her daughter with nostalgic sincerity in her eyes.
May, who was happy to have her teenaged body back, shivered at the thought. "Can't we wait later in the week?" she asked, trying to prolong her Mom's wish
May's response wasn't a surprise to Morgan. Her daughter did value her independence, and asking her to become not even potty trained was definitely the opposite of that.
"We could. I just got to thinking about how sweet and angelic you were so many years ago. Now that we're here at the resort, this could be my only time to hold you in my arms again before you enter college and become an adult." Morgan said, not dropping the conversation.
Understanding her Mom's fervent wish, May could only think on what that actually entailed. She was still developing into a beautiful woman, and regressing to an age where she could only be small and helpless was terrifying. She planned on becoming a kid at some point in the week, but she didn't think she would end up too young for pre-school. However, she knew her Mom had good intentions, and it didn't seem like she would want her that young the entire week.
"I just don't want to lose the ability to walk and talk." May said, hoping her Mom would just delay the inevitable.
Morgan, sensing May was giving in, went in for the dagger. "Oh you don't need to be that young. How about two years old? That way you can still walk and talk, but you'll still need someone to take care of you. Also, I'll let you use this as your apology to me in getting the naval ring".
The guilt worked, and May exhaled in defeat. "Ok, I guess that's fair." May said, already dreading the loss of 15 years to her body.
"Thanks honey! If you could, please don't have your clothes change with your regression. I'll want to 'change' you myself." Morgan said, giddy with delight as she waited for May to start regressing.
May saw no point in arguing, as she knew she would have to be naked at some point. She closed her eyes and concentrated hard, making sure to regard her Mom's wish, but make the regression as slow as possible.
Morgan only stared in awe as she saw her daughter slowly get younger with each passing second. Knowing that she blossomed pretty early in middle school, Morgan studied the subtle changes in May intently, as she regressed through her high school years. Opening her eyes, May already could tell she was younger by the way her hair didn't touch her shoulders anymore. Looking more like a high school sophomore, May stepped out her now roomier flats so they wouldn't be in the way later.
As she passed her freshman year into eighth grade, that's when both May and Morgan held their breaths. The perky breasts that May cherished and that Morgan got to experience earlier in the evening, grew smaller and flatter with every second that passed. May remembered being so happy when she got them in seventh grade, to the jealousness of her friends around her. Remembering those moments only made the sudden drop in height and chest even more painful to May, as she tumbled through reverse puberty on her way to the sixth grade. Now standing mid-chest height to her smiling Mom, May started to tear a little bit as her growing skirt fluttered to the ground, leaving her now large shirt the only way protect her nudity for the time being.
Morgan couldn't have smiled harder even if she tried. Seeing May reduced to ten years old and still regressing, Morgan could only see the shrinking little girl with the eyes of a mother ready to have her baby back. As May shifted from nine years old to eight years old, Morgan's thoughts drifted into how she would put May's beautiful blonde hair into a pony tail or pig tails every morning before school. She remembered how her daughter would always ask every morning with a smile, and usually a missing tooth somewhere. Standing only as tall as her Mom's hips, May cranked her neck and showed the fragile face of a first grader regressing out of elementary school.
As Morgan looked down at her now five year old daughter, she could only see May's head out of the billowing shirt that swamped her tiny body and arms. Underneath, May's arms, legs and chest were gaining the same baby fat that was filling out her cheeks. Sitting squarely in pre-school, May looked like an innocent child playing dress up in her older sister's clothes. When her face made the sudden shift from little kid to toddler, May could only stare and see how big her Mom and the room had become.
When the regression ended, so did May's shirt; her toddler shoulders were too small to keep the shirt held up. Morgan wiped her tears with pride, as the 15 year regression had ended and May was now her two-year old bundle of joy again. Before she could do anything, May was picked up like a bag of air by her mother. "Thank you so much sweetie!" Morgan said, wondering what she would do next with May.