"Mom, I wanna be a baby again." Emily says.
"Really, sweetie?" Melissa asks, delighted to hear Emily say that.
"Well, not for too long. I mean, uh, how do I say this? Regression has always been intriguing to me, so I was looking forward to this." Emily admits. Melissa had wanted Emily younger again, but didn't think she'd wanted to right off the bat.
"I have always wanted another baby................" Melissa admits.
"But I don't wanna be like, 6 months old or something like that where I'll have no control or ability to talk." Emily says.
"Just be 2, then. That way, you can walk and talk, but need me for things like changing your diapers." Melissa says, trying to push Emily to it.
"Well.............................." Emily says, not wanting to wait any longer. Her latest growth spurt was recent, so as soon as her regression started, she found herself at eye level with her mother. When she went younger than 13, she found herself shorter than her mother. Memories flowed through Melissa's mind of Emily's early high school years. Her first day was smooth, although with her early growth, Emily got looks from older guys, not always genuine ones. Another was when Emily was playing soccer in her freshman year. As she got younger, Melissa was so overtaken with seeing her daughter become more innocent. At 11 was when her middle school memories took over. Melissa remembered Emily going to school and always coming home with praise from her teachers and good grades. As she slipped into single digits, her breasts were nearly gone. Emily started puberty at 9, and she even remembered when Emily had her first period when she was 10, and calling from school. Thankfully, Emily was already in the rest room and no one else noticed and Melissa brought her one of her own pads, as well as some clean plain white underwear. Melissa then went over and held Emily as her regression continued. As she hit 6, Melissa remembered all the mornings where Emily would come up to her bed, waking her up and greeting her with a hug, as well as a wet diaper most nights, as Emily was a bedwetter until she was 14. Melissa couldn't blame her, especially as how it always seemed Emily was one of, of not the, tallest in her class. Melissa puts Emily down as she hits age 5, and a diaper now appears on Emily's waist. She wasn't always early in growth, as it took her until thanksgiving break in kindergarden to get potty-training down. However, it wasn't her fault. When Emily was 4, she was diagnosed with childhood leukemia. As she was going through her treatments, her father died of a bile duct growth that he had been battling with ever since the first month of Melissa's pregnancy. With Melissa's love, she overcame it and took some time to get back to a normal life. Now, a small 2-year-old sit where the soon-to-be sophomore was before. Emily had short blonde hair now, and wore a pink shirt, a diaper and pink socks. Melissa lifted her up. Memory lane wasn't done with Melissa yet. The countless times of running Emily down, most times nude, for a diaper change, teaching her to walk and talk, and Melissa's favorite: blowing kisses into her stomach and making her giggle with delight.
"Mama...........poopy..................." Emily cries out, and she isn't kidding. The odor hit Melissa's nose.
"You sure did. Lemme change you." Melissa says. She takes Emily over to the changing table. She removes the messy diaper and puts it in the small trash can next to it. She then wipes her messy areas. Melissa lifts her legs up, applies powers, puts a clean diaper underneath, pulls the front up and secures the tapes. Emily smiles.
"Thanks Mama......." Emily says.
"Of course, baby. Now then, what should we do next?" Melissa asks.