Hollywood Princess

Chapter 20: A Princess' Bride

I watched out the plane's window as Julie bawled into her Mother's shoulder. Feeling my tears well up in my eyes. I had spent most of the last two years with Julie, it was going to be odd not having her near me. As odd as it may sound, I was going to miss taking care of the little side of Julie. She was so cute when she was little, how excited she would get about her toys, how absorbed she would be by the TV. It had only been a small surprise the first time Julie slipped, I had a pretty good idea that it might happen.

She was already acting younger while we were together in Japan, and the tragedy she had experienced had pushed her little side over the dividing wall in her mind. The only real shock was how quickly she had taken to using her Goodnites and subsequently her diapers. I had thought she would still try to make it to the potty, to avoid an accident. The first day she wore a Goodnite during the day, proved just how wrong I was in my assumption.

As the plane exited the hangar, I sat back in my luxurious chair and tried to close my eyes. I felt the thrum of the jet engines as they spun up, and the proceeding G-force as the plane rapidly accelerated and left the ground behind. Once we got up to cruising altitude and my ears adjusted to the change in pressure, I was able to get more comfortable. I was just starting to drift off when I felt a blanket being placed over me. I opened my eyes a bit and saw the stewardess walking back to her station, the last thing I thought before I fell asleep was "How kind."

I awoke slowly some time later, to nothing but blue skies outside the window of the cabin. I took a minute to refocus myself after a lovely nap and looked at my watch to see that I had been out for two hours. Hearing me stirring, the flight attendant asked if I would like coffee or tea to help wake me up. I chose the former, and it helped me perk up slowly but surely. I sipped slowly, just staring off into the distance outside the airplane window. I had slept through the first two hours, but there was still a long way to go before we arrived in Tokyo. I had my choice of entertainment options so I was pretty confident I could keep myself distracted enough to make the time go faster.

I decided that I would spend the first part of my remaining flight time doing more research. I still had only done cursory research about Age Regression. I wanted to learn as much as I could about the psychology behind it, as a future psychology major it fascinated me. I spent the first two hours looking at every research paper or article I could find that discussed the possible causes, of the mindset of Age Regressors. I researched the best ways to support someone who was an age regressor, I examined common rules between people in the dynamic that were pertinent to a successful dynamic. I spent some time reading personal stories of Age Regressors that I found during my searches.

The research portion of my search was completed to satisfaction, I started thinking about Julie again. I wanted to take care of her and embrace her childish side wholeheartedly. I started looking at ABDL items online. Seeing all the cute diaper patterns, I couldn't help but imagine how cute Julie would look wearing them. On one of the sites, they advertised Japanese "Omutsu" style diapers and diaper covers. I honestly had never really thought about how Japanese mothers might have diapered their children before disposable diapers became popular. That sent me down another rabbit hole, looking at all of the cute diaper covers. I even found online stores based in Tokyo that sold this style of diaper for ABDL. I would have to visit, and get some for Julie. I was starting to get even more excited about this, and I was just sad that it would be at least three weeks before I could see Julie again.

Having successfully chipped away a good portion of time on research, we were officially at the halfway point. I sat back in my chair and turned on the television in front of me. I used the last few hours to catch up on some of the Japanese shows that I had missed while I was in Los Angeles. It was familiar and comfortable, and it helped me start to shift my mindset back to being in Japan.

It was early in the morning when we landed, but my mother was right outside the airport waiting for me. We gave each other a big hug and hopped in the car to start the drive home. It was a small readjustment going back to speaking Japanese exclusively after only speaking English for the last three weeks. My Mom and I slipped back into our easy conversational dynamic, she asked me about my time in Los Angeles, and I asked her about the clinic.

I spent the first few days home with my Mother, I had missed her. It was nice to be taken care of for a few days instead of being the caretaker. The rest of my week was spent catching up with friends, showing them my ring, and telling them about Los Angeles (leaving out the Age Play parts). It was nice to see everyone, but I missed spending time with Julie.

I talked to her over video chat every day, but it wasn't the same. She was pretty consistently in her toddler headspace when we chatted, it was cute. She couldn't wait to tell me what she had done that day, where she went, what she ate. I also chatted with my future mother-in-law, and we chatted about Julie and her wants for the wedding. She told me over the last week, Julie had been in diapers full-time. She had also purchased a crib, changing table, and printed diapers for Julie, and her whole room was being redone as a nursery. She sent me links to what she had bought so I could get an idea of what everything would look like.

We went on like this for two weeks. Calling every day, chatting with toddler Julie, and then doing the beginnings of wedding planning with her Mother. Then at exactly the two-week mark since I had left Los Angeles, she dropped a bomb on me.