Billie Eilish and her daughter imagines

Meet & great regression

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Amelia 15yo

The meet and greet had been going strong for nearly two hours, and the energy in the room was electric. Billie Eilish, clad in one of her signature oversized outfits, sat at a table greeting fans, signing autographs, and taking pictures. Beside her, her fifteen-year-old daughter Amelia sat quietly, clutching her beloved dino stuffy—Rexy—in her hands.

The fans were thrilled to meet Billie, their excitement palpable as they expressed their admiration. Many of them smiled warmly at Amelia, aware of her from Billie's social media posts and interviews where she had occasionally mentioned her daughter's unique ways of coping. Amelia, on her better days, enjoyed these meet and greets, especially when Billie's fans were kind and respectful. But today, something felt different. The noise, the continuous flow of people, the bright lights—it all felt like too much.

Amelia fidgeted in her chair, her fingers nervously twisting around Rexy's soft, worn fabric. She tried to focus on the fans, on her mom's voice, on anything to keep her grounded, but the overwhelming sensation of wanting to retreat into her little space was becoming too strong to ignore. She glanced at Billie, who was engrossed in conversation with a group of fans, and wondered how much longer she could hold out.

The line of fans seemed endless, stretching out across the room, with each person holding an album, poster, or piece of merch they wanted Billie to sign. Amelia could feel herself slipping, the world around her starting to blur as her mind begged for the comfort and safety of regression. She knew she was older, but the feeling of becoming little was familiar and oddly comforting. It was a safe space where the worries of the world couldn't reach her, where she could just be a little kid with her dino stuffy.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Amelia tugged gently on Billie's sleeve. Her mother turned to her, noticing immediately the distressed look in her daughter's eyes.

"Mom, I—" Amelia's voice trembled. "I need to go little."

Billie's heart ached seeing Amelia so overwhelmed. She knew how much Amelia relied on age regression to cope with stress and anxiety, especially in public settings that could easily become too much. But right now, in the middle of a meet and greet with hundreds of fans around, it wasn't safe or ideal for Amelia to regress.

Billie squeezed Amelia's hand gently, her voice soft and reassuring. "I know, sweetie. I know it's hard, but can you hold on a little longer? We're almost done here, and then we can go somewhere quiet, okay?"

Amelia's lip quivered, and she nodded, even though she wasn't sure she could keep the big feelings at bay much longer. "Okay... I'll try."

Billie gave her an encouraging smile, then turned back to the fans, continuing to sign autographs and take pictures. Amelia tried to focus on anything else, anything that could distract her from the swirling thoughts and feelings. She hugged Rexy tightly to her chest, rubbing her cheek against his soft, familiar fabric. But even Rexy couldn't stop the flood of emotions that were quickly overwhelming her.

As the minutes ticked by, Amelia found it harder and harder to stay present. She could hear the fans' voices, but they sounded distant, like they were coming from underwater. Her vision blurred with tears she didn't want to cry, and her grip on reality started to slip.

A fan stepped forward, a young girl who looked to be about Amelia's age. She smiled brightly at Billie, holding out a poster for her to sign. "I've been such a huge fan of yours for years," she said, her voice full of excitement.

Billie smiled warmly, taking the poster and signing it with her usual flourish. "Thank you so much! It means the world to me."

The girl glanced over at Amelia, her smile softening. "Hi, Amelia. I love Rexy—he's so cute."