Prompt from Boris Yeltsin: Something traumatic (eg. Her father's death) happens to Emily causing her to regress and Alison takes care of her.
Emily was at college in California when she got a call from her mother that changed everything. While away in Afghanistan, her father had been killed in action. She was able to stay strong through his funeral and be there for her mother, but by the time that she returned to school, she was worn. For a few weeks, she tried going to classes and continuing her life, but she soon broke.
One day, when Emily's roommate came back into their dorm room from a weekend spent away, she was shocked by the state of her roommate. Emily was sobbing, cocooned in the blankets on her bed, and from the look of her hair, hadn't showered in days. The confused girl tried to calm the girl down, "Hey Em? What's wrong? Do you want me to call someone?" Emily simply cried out, "Daddy! I want my daddy!" Unsure of how to handle this, her roommate racked her brain to think of someone she could call. She faintly remembered a night where Emily had called out for someone in her sleep, and quickly grabbed the girl's phone to find the number she was looking for. "Alison?," she questioned when the girl answered the phone, "it's Emily's roommate. She's really upset. Come quick."v
Alison, concerned about what could possibly be going on with her friend, took the next flight to California and went straight to Emily's school. Her heart broke when she walked into the room. Sure, she had seen Emily cry before, heck, she had made Emily cry before, but this was different. Her entire body was being wracked by her sobs, and she hadn't even looked up when Alison walked in the room. As Alison inched closer to the bed, Emily's roommate stepped out to give the two some privacy.
"Hey Em," Alison started as she gently placed her hand on Emily's shoulder, "it's Ali. Your roommate called me, she said you were upset about something. You want to tell me what's going on?" Emily simply shook her head.
"My poor Emily, what's going on here? Come on, let's get you up and showered, I bet that'll make you feel a little better." Alison gently slid her hand down Emily's back and pushed the girl up into a seated position on her bed. Alison grabbed Emily's shower caddy and towel and some clean clothes before grabbing Emily's hand and leading her down the hallway.
When they got to the communal bathroom down the hall, Alison checked to make sure it was empty before locking them in there alone. Standing in front of Alison, Emily looked pitiful. Her clothes hung loosely from her frame, her swollen, red eyes were joined by dark bags underneath, and she clearly hadn't showered in days.
Alison went into one of the stalls and started a shower for the broken girl, guiding her in that direction. "Alright, arms up," Alison said as she pulled Emily's shirt over her head. "Bra on or off?" she asked, trying to maintain some modesty. Emily didn't answer so she decided to leave it. As Alison hooked her fingers the waistband of Emily's pants, she noticed that they felt a bit cold and damp. As she pulled them down, she saw the state of Emily's underwear. So much for modesty, she thought, as she pulled them down too. She saw that the girl had started to get a bit of a rash, and her face crinkled in sympathy. "Em," she started as she raised the girl's chin to meet her gaze, "how long have you been in these wet pants? I know you're hurting but that can't have been comfortable."
Alison gently rubbed the back of the still sobbing girl, before unhooking her bra and guiding her under the stream of water. Standing outside the shower, Alison opened Emily's shower caddy and pulled out some soap and a rag. She tried to hand the items to the girl, but Emily just stood there. Alison gave in and decided to wash her down herself.
She started with the girls shoulders and worked her way down. When she got to the girl's center, Emily let out a whimper of pain as the soap stung over her rash. "I'm sorry, Em, but I have to get you clean" Alison said as she finished washing her body. Alison started to massage shampoo into the girl's scalp, and Emily quieted, before sobbing out, "my..my d..dad used to do this!" and pulling away from Alison.
At this point, Alison didn't care if Emily was soaking wet in the shower, and she pulled the naked, wet girl into a bone crushing hug. They stayed like this for a few minutes while Emily cried before Alison spoke, "That's what this is all about Em? Your dad? Do you miss him? When will he be home next?" Emily slowly lifted her gaze to look at Alison, "He's never coming home Ali! He's dead! They took him from me! My dad is gone!" With this, Emily pulled away from Alison's hug and dropped to her knees. Alison was taken aback, but knew now was not the time to think about her own feelings, and she knelt down, "Emily. Why didn't you tell us? I am so, so sorry, but you're going to get through this, okay? I'm going to get you through this." With this, Alison pulled the girl back to her feet and quickly wrapped her in a towel before drying her off and slipping her into some fresh clothes.
Emily just sighed as she was led down the hallway. Alison grabbed her things and a few changes of clothes from Emily's room before leading the girl down to her rental car and driving to a nearby hotel. On the ride over, Emily simply stared out the window, emotionless. When they got there, Alison squeezed her hand, "We're going to stay here for a little while. I think you need to get away for a bit, and I'm going to make sure you're okay."
Alison booked a room before dragging the defeated girl to the elevator. When they got to their room, Alison sat Emily down on the bed, chucking her under the chin to get her to meet her gaze. "You're okay, Em. You're going to be okay."
Alison quickly excused herself to the bathroom and Emily stayed seated on the edge of one of the beds. When Allison came out a minute later, Emily was still emotionless, but she was now sitting in a large puddle. Alison sighed, "Em, why didn't you tell me you had to go? Come on, we have to get you changed." She led the girl into the bathroom and stripped off her wet pants. She turned on the tap and wet the rag before wiping down the poor girl's legs. Once she was cleaned off, Alison put Emily in some new clothes before tucking her into the other bed.
"I'm going to run to the store, stay here and nap," Alison said before kissing Emily's forehead and walking out the door.
On her way to the store to pick up some of Emily's favorite snacks and some food for them both, Alison began to think. There was something strange about Emily's behavior and she certainly was in no state to care for herself. She remembered something she had read about online once: age regression. She remembered that some adults liked to act like children to try to escape the nasty realities of life. Thinking Emily seemed rather infantile, she decided she wanted to give it a try, picking up some diapers, wipes, powder, pacifiers, bottles, and other things to keep her baby busy before quickly getting back to her friend.
"Hey Em?" she said as she opened up the door to their room. She didn't hear a response, and smiled when she saw her friend sleeping soundly under the fluffy white blankets. She placed some of the food she had bought in the fridge and then began to take some of the supplies out of the bags.
Once everything was laid out, Alison decided to wake her friend up, hoping to not spoil her sleep later that night. "Emily, it's time to wake up sweet girl," she whispered as she shook her shoulder lightly. Emily whimpered and rolled over. "Come on, Em, let's wake up or you won't be able to sleep tonight."
Emily opened her eyes and stared up at Alison. "Why are you being so nice to me, Ali?," she asked. "Oh Em, I love you and I'm here for you when you need me. Always. It seems you haven't really been taking care of yourself very much lately and I think maybe you could use some help. Now, I know you're tired but I want you to be able to sleep tonight so we're going to get up now, okay?" Emily simply nodded.
Alison bent down and Emily wrapped her arms around her neck. She pulled the girl up off the bed and into a tight hug. "I'm so worried about you Em, but I'm here now and we're going to get you through this, I promise," Alison spoke lightly. "Now, I bought you some food and I want you to eat. You look so thin Em," she said with a sigh, leading the girl over to sit at the hotel desk. "Stay here and I'll get you something to eat."
She walked over to the bags she has brought in and pulled out what she needed to make one of Emily's favorites, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. She brought the sandwich over to Emily, who simply stated straight ahead. "Hey you," she said placing her arm around the girl's shoulders, "you have to eat for me okay? I don't want to watch you starve. Take a bite please." Alison waited for Emily to pick up the sandwich and take a bite, but she didn't. She picked up the sandwich herself and lifted it to Emily's mouth, "here Em, open. You need to eat okay?" Emily just shrugged, but finally opened her mouth, taking a small bite of the sandwich.
She hadn't realized how hungry she was until she tasted food for the first time in a few days, and she hungrily ate some more. "There you go, you're doing good Em. Finish up and I want to show you something," Alison said and Emily finished the last few bites of the sandwich that Alison had handed over her.
"Ready?," Alison asked and Emily nodded. Alison grabbed her hands and led the girl to sit on the edge of the bed. Emily caught a glimpse of the items that Alison had purchased on the way to bed and stopped in her tracks. "Um, Alison, what is all this?" a very confused Emily asked.
"Emily, please, come sit, and I want to talk to you about something," Alison said as she pulled the confused girl to the bed.
Once Emily was seated, Alison spoke. "Emily, as I told you, I'm really worried about you not taking care of yourself and I'm here to help you out. I got to thinking after your earlier accident and I think I came up with something that might help you."
Emily simply looked up at Alison, her eyebrows scrunched.
"Em, have you ever heard of age play or age regression?" Emily shook her head.
"Well, it's something I saw online once, and I think it might be just what you need. Sometimes people act a lot younger than they are to escape for a little while. What do you say you let me take care of you, hmm?"
"You're not joking are you? This isn't some prank?" Emily asked quietly.
Alison sat down next to the girl and pulled her into her chest.
"Come on Em, you know that we're past that. I'm here to help you and I mean that. So what do you say? Are you willing to give this a try?"
Emily thought for a moment before nodding against the girl's chest.
"Alright sweet girl, I'm going to put a diaper on you okay? You can trust me Em, I promise. Lay back"
Emily laid back on the bed as Alison pulled off her pants. A blush spread on her cheeks, but Alison tickled her stomach and she relaxed a bit. "Lift up," Alison told her as she laid the diaper underneath her. Once she was taped in, Alison handed her a pacifier. "Here Em, now relax, and let me take care of you."
"Wait, Ali, what do I call you?"
"That's up to you sweetheart, but you can call me Mama if you want. I want you to be as comfortable as possible, you do what you need. Now, what do you say we watch some tv before getting you to bed?"
Emily nodded quickly and scooted up the bed to sit against the headboard. Alison laughed, "Alright sweet girl."
Alison climbed onto the bed and sat next to her new baby girl. "Here," she said, patting her lap, and Emily turned, resting her head on her mama's lap. Alison reached down and pulled some stray hairs out of Emily's face.
They laid there for a while until Emily reached her hand up and placed it on Alison's breast. "Mama?" she asked.
"Yes baby, is something wrong?
"Nah, mama!" Emily said, pulling on Alison's shirt and patting her chest.
Alison couldn't help but smile as it seemed like Emily had slipped fully into her infantile mindset. "Oh baby, you want milk? I'm sorry, there's nothing in there! But I can get you a bottle if you want some milk. What do you say?"
"Milky!" Emily yelled, sitting up and allowing Alison to get up. "Alright baby girl, I'm going to go get you a bottle."
Alison warmed some milk up in the hotel microwave and brought it back to Emily in bed. "Here you go, Em," she said as she sat on the bed. Emily crawled into Alison's lap and Alison placed the bottle to her lips. Emily suckled softly on the bottle and Alison stroked her hair.
When all the milk was gone, Alison sat the girl up. "Hey baby, let's burp you," she said, pulling the girl up and leaning her over her shoulder. Alison tapped her back lightly until she let out a soft burp. "That a girl," she said as she lowered the girl back onto the bed and placed her head on her lap.
Emily seemed quite happy watching the cartoons on the screen, and Alison's heart was warmed every time she giggled. After another hour, Emily grew tired, and let out a big yawn. "Alright Em, ready for bed? Let's get you changed," Alison said before standing up and grabbing a tank top and shorts for Emily to sleep in.
"Do you need a diaper change baby?"
"Pee!" Emily replied with a cheeky smile.
"Come here, let's get you all dry," Alison said, tapping the bed for Emily to lay down. After a quick change, Emily was powdered, rediapered, and changed into her pajamas. "Into bed you go sweet girl," Alison said as she pulled back the sheets and Emily crawled in.
"Mama," Emily smiled as she curled up under the blankets and Alison handed her a pacifier. "Yes baby, I'll be in bed soon, let me go get ready," Alison said as she went off to the bathroom. When she returned, Emily was already asleep. Alison crawled into the bed and pulled the girl close to her, kissing her brown locks. "Goodnight baby girl."
That night, Alison was woken up by Emily's whimpers. The girl next to her was calling out her dad's name and tossing around on the bed. Alison didn't want to wake her up, so she simply wrapped her arms around the girl and pulled her into a hug. Without waking up, Emily's cries stopped and she stilled.
"You're alright Em, Mama's here, you're alright," Alison cooed to the sleeping girl.
A few hours later, Emily woke up still curled into Alison's chest. She was cold and wet and wanted her mama to change her. "Ma, wet!" she yelled, shaking Alison roughly, "wet, mama, change!"
Alison woke up quite suddenly, and it took her a few seconds to process her surroundings. "Mama change pees!" she heard, and immediately realized who must've woken her up. "Good morning Em, let's get you changed and have some breakfast."
"Yums!" Emily giggled excitedly.
After she was changed, Emily sat on the bed and swung her legs while she waited for Alison to come back from the lobby with their breakfast.
"Hey baby," Alison said when she walked into the room, "I brought you some yummy breakfast, are you hungry?"
"Hungry, yum!"
Alison cut up some pancakes for her baby and fed them to her slowly. "I'm so happy you're eating again, Em." Emily simply smiled. While Alison was eating some of her own food, Emily sneakily reached over and grabbed some sausage links, quickly shoving one in her mouth. "Hey you little monkey, slow down, it's not going anywhere, I promise," Alison said to the hungry girl.
When they were finished eating, Alison grabbed a wipe to clean off Emily's hands and face. "Alright pretty girl, I bought you some coloring books, sit down at the desk and I'll grab you some crayons." Emily did as she was told and sat down at the desk. When she was given the coloring book and crayons, she immediately got to work, her brow wrinkled in concentration. Alison simply shook her head and smiled at the girl.
About an hour later, Emily cried out, "Ma!" and Alison walked over to see what was going on. "Done?" she asked the girl, who nodded. "Alright Em, do you want a bottle?" she asked, and the girl instantly perked up, "Milky!" Alison went to warm up the milk with Emily in tow. When the bottled was filled and warm, she led her baby to the bed and sat down against the headboard, pulling her onto her lap. "Here you go," she said placing the nipple between the girl's lips.
Emily's eyes were closed as she suckled calmly. Alison felt her lap get warm as the girl drank, but decided to let her finish her bottle before getting her changed. When Emily was finished, she looked up sadly at her mama. "More?" she asked. "Not now baby, you can have another bottle before bed. Now I know someone who could use a dry diaper. Up!" Alison said before sitting the girl up and repositioning her on the bed.
Alison quickly got to work discarding the wet diaper and wiping Emily down before powdering her and taping on a new diaper. When she was finished, she decided to let the girl relax and watch some more cartoons. When Alison turned on the tv, Emily rolled over onto her stomach, turned her feet towards the pillows, and propped her head up in her hands. Her mama sat down next to her and rubbed her back lightly saying, "I'm so sorry you've had such a hard time recently Em, but we're gonna get you through this. You're such a good girl."
When lunchtime rolled around, Emily was still happily watching cartoons so Alison carefully got up and made some lunch for them both. On the menu today was ham and cheese sandwiches, another favorite of Emily's. "Alright baby, lunch is ready," she called out, "can you come sit at the desk and eat for me?" Emily smiled and hopped over to the desk before sitting down and expectantly looking up at Alison. "Yums?" "Yes baby, yums," Alison said placing the sandwich in the front of the girl and cutting it into finger sized pieces. "Now, eat slowly baby, I don't want you making yourself sick."
When Emily finished eating, she quickly grew bored. "Mama, toons?" she asked. "Sure baby, go ahead and get on the bed and mama will turn them back on." Once Emily was settled, Alison sat down next to her and cuddled her close and gave her a pacifier to suck on while they watched.
Alison excused herself to the bathroom after a few episodes and left Emily unattended on the bed. Being the curious baby that she was, Emily got up and went to explore in the bags that Alison had brought in the day before. When Emily found a bag of mini Snickers, she quickly ripped it open and began to eat one after another. When Alison came out of the bathroom, she was surprised to see the girl sitting on the floor and not on the bed. When Emily saw her mama, she quickly tried to finish the candy in her mouth and hid the bag behind her back.
"Hey you, what are you getting yourself into?" Alison asked her as she walked closer and bent down. She saw the half eaten bag of candy on the ground and frowned. "Oh Em, did you eat all of those? You can't be doing things like that, you're going to give yourself a tummy ache," she said as she rubbed the now upset girl's back.
Emily started to cry when her mama pulled her up off the floor and led her back to the bed. "No baby, don't cry, I think it's time for you to take a nap," Alison said as she lifted the covers and tapped the girls bottom to guide her into bed. Alison placed a pacifier in the girl's mouth and kissed her forehead, before leaving the girl to sleep and going to hide away the other snacks she had bought.
Emily slept for about an hour before she woke up and began to cry. "Em, what's wrong?" Alison asked as she rushed to the girl's side. Emily didn't answer and instead continued to cry. Alison noticed that the girl was clutching her stomach. "Oh baby, do you have a tummy ache?" she asked. Emily nodded and sobbed out "Tummy!" as Alison came over and rubbed her shoulders.
"Are you going to get sick baby?" she asked and Emily just shook her head.
"Do you have to go potty?"she tried next and Emily nodded.
"Do you want to go to the bathroom baby? I'll take you." Emily just frowned.
"Well baby, you are wearing a diaper, and I don't mind. You do what you need, okay?" Alison said as she crawled into the bed and pulled the sobbing girl backward into her, reaching her arms around to rub her stomach. "Relax baby, you're okay, it's just a tummy ache, you'll feel better soon," she cooed into her ear, but the girl continued to cry.
"Tell you what," she tried, "how about when you're done you take a nice bubble bath?" The still crying girl nodded at this and Alison smiled. "That's my girl, now relax baby and it'll be over soon." With Alison rubbing her stomach, Emily relaxed and began to mess her diaper. It wasn't a pleasant experience for either girl, but for the sake of her baby's comfort, Alison ignored the weirdness and continued to coo into her ear. "That's a good girl Em, let it out baby and you'll feel so much better. You're a good girl, it'll be over soon, just relax." Emily just whimpered when she was done.
"All done Em? Do you feel better?" Alison asked as she moved her hands back to rub the girl's shoulders. Emily nodded but turned to look to face her mama, with a defeated look on her face. "Icky," she whined. "Hey baby, don't look like that," Alison started, "I know it's icky but we're going to get you nice and clean and you're going to have a nice warm bath. Come on."
Alison got out of the bed and pulled the girl with her into the bathroom. She pulled up Emily's hair and had the girl stand in the shower before she stripped off her clothes and soiled diaper. Once Emily was naked, Alison turned on the shower and began rinsing her off. After she was rinsed off and washed, Alison stopped the drain and started to fill the bath. "You can sit down now baby," she said and Emily lowered herself to the ground. Once the bath was filled, she added some bubble bath.
When Emily saw the bubbles, her mood instantly lightened and she began to play with them, much to Alison's delight. "There's my baby girl," she said as she knelt down next to the bath and stroked Emily's face. She sat back and watched as Emily played in the water until it grew cold. Alison drained the bath and grabbed a towel, and her baby girl instantly stood up and cuddled into the towel and into her mama.
When Emily was dried and rediapered, it was time for dinner, but Alison didn't want to upset her stomach anymore. She decided a bottle would be a good choice and sat Emily on the bed. When Alison returned with warm milk and sat herself down on the bed, Emily instantly crawled into her lap.
As Alison cradled her and fed her, she realized that caring for Emily was something that she need too. "I love you my sweet Emily," she whispered into the girl's ear before kissing her forehead. Emily just smiled around her bottle and looked up to Alison lovingly. "Love mama," she mumbled.