Let's try this again! Requests are open. Cross posted on ao3!

In a world where everyone receives a classification when they are 18, Taylor finds herself receiving the one classification she prayed she wouldn't get 'little'...it is of course the rarest classification, the kinds thing that gets you started at in public, not to mention the humiliation of the involuntary regression. At first Taylor tries to hide it and ignore, but she quickly finds that isn't exactly possible...especially when she is around Travis, who happens to be the designated caregiver in her friend group...the more time she spends with him the quicker she seems to regress until there is no more hiding it. Travis of course knows she's little...he has pretty much know from the day he met her, he could tell by the instinctual draw he has always felt and his feelings for her...Soon with Travis's help Taylor begins to learn how to except herself for who she is and realize how much fun being herself can actually be.

Just some one shot about Taylor and Travis.

Agere imagines 🤍

Taylor has a lot of pressure on her, to the point her mind cannot cope with it any longer. Sometimes she needs to be the one that is looked after.