Age Regression/Pet Regression One Shots

Ice Cream Puppy // Pet Regression

•Puppy Regression
•Demi-Girl x Girl

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"Olivia!" My mother shouted from down the stairs. "Hurry up, we're going to be late!"

I huffed, blowing my pink hair out of my face in the process. I watched it fly and flop back down in the mirror. I took a moment to admire all the hair clips I put in before making my way out of the bedroom. I hopped down the stairs until I made it to the bottom and grabbed my shoes. I heard my Mom sigh behind me as she walked into the living room.

"Oliva," she said sounding displeased. "What have I told you about appropriate attire for Church?"

I rolled my eyes as I tied my shoes. "My name isn't Olivia, It's Star" I corrected her, even though I knew it was useless. I renamed myself shortly after coming out as Demi-girl just a few months ago and she's been snippy with me ever since. More so than usual, that is. I thought about renaming myself Star long before I knew I was a Demi-girl really.
"Church clothes are boring" I protested. And it was true, for me anyway. I liked my neon graphic-Ts and rainbow knee-highs. I liked putting as many hair clips in my hair as I could fit. And I liked my clip-on tails.

"I don't care if they're boring, you can't go to church looking like..." She eyed me up and down and gave me the same look she always did when I did something to 'embarrass her'. "That!" She finished. "Why do you even wear that stuff? You're never going to get a boyfriend if you go around looking like a circus animal".

I stood up and shrugged. I wanted to tell her that I didn't care what people thought of me and that she shouldn't care either. I wanted to tell her that I wasn't trying to get any attention from boys. I had no interest in them whatsoever unless they wanted to be friends. But I didn't want to argue about any of this with her again. I already dealt with enough of this at school. I didn't need it on my summer break as well.

"Go change, now," she said pointing up the stairs.

I crossed my arms. "No," I said bluntly. "I'm tired of you controlling me".

"Either you change or you're not going to church with me" she hissed.

"Fine by me!" I argued. I hated the church we went to anyway. It was nothing but a bunch of bigots yelling homophobic and sexist nonsense anyway. If I still lived with my Dad I'd still be going to the one we used to. I miss that one. And I missed Dad. His time to have me over never came quick enough.

My mother looked at me in disbelief. Her mouth opened like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. She grabbed her purse and marched out of the house, slamming the door behind her. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in and plopped down on the steps. Good riddance. I hated being under the same roof as her. She's done nothing but manipulate me my entire life. I honestly don't know what I'd do If it weren't for my Dad. He was the one who taught me how to ride a bike. The one who stays up to help me with my homework, even if he himself never knows the answers. He was the one who gave me a shoulder to cry on, and the one to take me to every pride parade. I knew I liked girls ever since I was a 11. He accepted me right away. And I'm sure you can guess how my Mother took it.

I heard an ice cream truck coming by and was brought out of my thoughts. I could go for some ice cream right about now. I sprinted back up the stairs and fetched my wallet out of my room. After shoving it in my back pocket I ran back down the steps. By now the Ice cream truck was past my block. So, I traded my sneakers out for my rollerblades. I smiled and wiggled in excitement causing my clip-on tail to "wag". I rolled over to the door and out of the house.  Once I was on the sidewalk I quickly started to catch up. Within a few minutes, the truck slowed and parked by a bus stop. I sped up and rolled right up to the truck.