Hollywood Princess

Chapter 12: A Princess' Regression

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The next morning, I was once again greeted by cold wet sheets. I rolled over gently shaking Yuki's shoulder. Remembering our conversation from yesterday, I tried to get into the role of the little girl.

"Mommy, I had an accident!"

She began to stir slowly, turning her eyes up to my frowning face. She sat up to hug me, and with a finger gently wiped the tears that appeared in my eyes.

"Shhh shhh, it's ok honey. Go get cleaned up, and Mommy will take care of the bedding."

I just nodded in understanding, afraid I might start crying if I tried to speak. I got into the steaming shower and cleaned the pee off my body. Once I had become sufficiently pruney in the hot water, I turned it off and stepped out. As I entered my room, towel wrapped around my body, I saw Yuki speaking quietly to the maid, and handing her several bills, though I couldn't tell the denomination from that distance.

They both noticed that I was standing at the bathroom door, and the maid hurried off quickly on whatever mission Yuki had sent her on. Yuki with a warm smile walked over, took my hand, and led me into the closet. Today she dressed me in a matching ruffle panty and bra set with a cute tulip pattern. Next came a cute purple t-shirt with a rainbow and clouds and a Unicorn in the middle. Finally, she had me step into a matching purple suspender mini skirt, quickly zipping the back up for me. Some white lace ruffle socks completed the look, and Yuki pronounced me good to go. I waited in the room for her to get dressed for the day, I wasn't looking forward to what was coming in just a few short minutes.

At breakfast, we would be explaining our new dynamic to my Mom, so she wouldn't be confused or concerned about seeing her daughter run around acting like a small child. Yuki soon returned, and I was snapped out of my thoughts as she offered me her hand. Taking her hand, we headed to breakfast together.

My Mom was seated in her usual chair, sipping coffee while reading the paper, just like every morning since we had arrived home. Hearing our footsteps she looked up from the paper.

"Good Morning you two. Julie, don't you look just adorable, that outfit reminds me of something you would have worn when you were five. Yuki, you're looking as dark and brooding as usual" She smiled wolfishly at Yuki.

With quick good mornings, we took our seats at the table as Hannah served up breakfast. Breakfast was a pretty quiet affair, with just snippets of idle chatter from my Mom. She inquired about our sleep and our plans for the day. We gave short but polite responses, but we had no plans. Once the plates were cleared from the table, it was time for the uncomfortable conversation. I squeezed Yuki's hand, looking for one final reassurance. She gave me a nod of confirmation, and I took a big breath.

"Mom, there's something Yuki and I need to tell you."

My Mom put down her paper, folding it neatly and placing it on the table. She didn't say anything, just looking at me inquisitively. With one last deep shaky breath, I steeled myself and started. Over the next several minutes I explained everything about Age Play that Yuki had taught me yesterday, trying to articulate how it had made me feel, why I felt this way, and what triggered this.

To her credit, my Mom did not interrupt me, she let me get everything out listening patiently. Once I finished my word salad of an explanation, my Mom didn't say a word, she just walked to me and gave me a big hug. It was a long warm hug, it felt nice. We released each other, and my Mom quickly embraced Yuki in a long warm hug. I noticed that a few tears were running down her cheeks.

"Thank you for sharing that with me dear. I know that couldn't have been easy. I had no idea you were hurting so badly. I'm sorry I was so busy when you were growing up Julie, it is truly one of the biggest regrets in my life. If acting like a little girl helps you heal, then I am more than happy to support it. I will do my best to treat you like a little girl."

I gave her another hug.

"Thanks, Mom"

My Mom just smiled.

"Of course honey, I love you, and I love Yuki, how could I not support something that makes you both happy."

Yuki and I spent the rest of the morning taking care of some online shopping. We would need the things appropriate for small children. We went a little crazy with the shopping. We ordered a play place for the backyard, we bought lots of dolls and other toys meant for young girls. We bought coloring books and other craft supplies. We found websites dedicated to Age Play clothing, purchasing numerous outfits for me to try.

While scrolling through one of the websites, we came across a link to a section called ABDL. I had no clue what ABDL stood for, so I decided to find out. I clicked on the link, curious to know all about this new relationship dynamic that I had agreed to. The first thing after the link was a couple paragraphs explaining ABDL what it was, and how it related to Age Play. It was cute, the clothes were adorable and even the diapers were cute with adorable baby patterns. Yuki raised her eyebrow looking at me with curiosity.

"Is that something you're interested in trying Julie? Most five-year-olds don't wear diapers."

While I had to admit the clothing was cute, I wasn't so sure about the idea of sitting in a used diaper full of my waste for any period of time. I clicked off of the page, moving on.

"I don't know, it was cute. Maybe we can try it sometime in the future."

With that the topic was dropped, I looked through a few more sites as Yuki tapped away on her phone. Soon enough it was lunchtime, and after a lunch of chicken fingers and fries, we went to the entertainment room to watch more cartoons. Quickly my thumb found my mouth, and I was completely absorbed in the episode of Paw Patrol on the TV.