Positive Regressive Dream

Chapter 1
Positive Regressive Dream

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Chapter Description: A dream can come true, sometimes. A very simple and short AR story

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I’ve read a lot of age regression stories over the years and I have to admit that this isn’t so bad, not as bad as it’s made out to be by those who try to make it seem humiliating.

Really, it’s not so bad.

I think I’ve gotten ahead of myself, sorry. I guess I should explain why I’m physically this young before I forget how to talk.

So let’s start at the beginning.

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I was never a successful woman by any means, oh I did the best I could but there were limits I suffered with due to disability and that always made it hard for me to do more than I could manage.

I was born disabled, a learning disability, that always made things hard for me and likely will the second time round. An accident a little later in life would affect my hand eye coordination and that would royally screw me over time and time again.

Because of my being this way I was regarded as being lazy and incapable no matter how much effort I would put in, even when the pain from the physical disability would have me in tears I would still keep doing the best I could.

It made it hard for me to have a chance at life since our perfection obsessed society insists that everyone must be able bodied. I did the best I could though even if it was never good enough.

From school to adulthood I would work as hard as physically and mentally possible and every time I would be told that I’m not good enough, that I’ll never amount to anything. I came to believe it.

I suffered from self esteem issues, I had no confidence in myself despite constantly pushing myself to keep doing what I could and each night when I was alone I would either be a bubbling mess due to the pain and feeling completely worthless or I would be fighting every urge I had to end my life there and then.

Things were hard going and I am not afraid to admit that I saw little reason to live, I kept going though because I wanted to prove that I was able even if my body and mind wasn’t.

Society may see me as inferior and say as such but I refuse to admit to that even if I am on the verge of accepting it as truth.

Being disabled does not mean you are any less of a person, it just means you have to make even more effort than those who are far more able bodied than you.

And that is where it leads to, well, this.

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Now I said I’m into age regression, yes? The reason being is pretty simple and I’m sure it’s been heard before, I had fantasies of being younger, of having a second chance and hopefully, with any luck, being devoid of these disabilities that have been a bane to my life.

I would browse age regression sites, read the stories, view the art. Some I liked, like the non-sexual and non-waste stuff. A lot I found disturbing, the aforementioned sexual and waste stuff.

I have never found anything sexual about the idea of being younger, to be younger is to return to a time of innocence, not to be used as someone’s sex toy. Disgusting people.

I would dream of becoming younger and hopefully being disability free, I had no artistic skill despite trying very hard over the years, all I had were my dreams. Those dreams helped me to hold on just long enough. It would have been nice to have been an artist though I must admit.

Me, a grown woman with a body that many women I knew would kill for, actually yearning to be a kid again or even younger. Probably hard to imagine, yes?

Now I’m not saying I was a stunning woman by any means, but I had developed well physically and tended to be envied by other women who were jealous that I had a pretty trim body even as I was nearing my forties. I tended not to put on any weight even if I ate a lot, lucky me I guess.

Anyway I was browsing online one night and I came across an interesting flash game that looked like a nice diversion, it promised age modification and I was interested.

So after giving it a full virus scan I loaded the game up and made my character, who I modelled after myself as best as possible since that’s something I like to do at every chance provided, and started playing.

To my surprise it wasn’t one of those free to play pay wall games, I could play without being pestered to spend real money and I got pretty far in it.

Now this is where things began to get interesting.

In the game I came across an area called Innocent Halls, the mission was pretty routine when I approached the place, it simply said to enter and proceed until I reached a point where I had to make a choice.

So off I went and the place was quite different, it had an increasingly youthful look to it the more I explored and I was finding items that all pointed towards youth and innocence. I thought they were just place holders, something to be examined but of no real importance.

I examined them all though for the sake of it and soon I reached a door that simply said ’Choice’.

I clicked on the door and I was asked, via the usual in-game dialogue, that if I had to choose would I continue and let the years go back or would I turn back and let things stay as they are.

I chose to continue and the door opened.

The game ended then and said I had reached my goal, that I would understand soon.

I don’t know how they did it but I understand now, that wasn’t just any game.

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The first changes didn’t really become noticeable until about three or so weeks later when I woke up one morning and, to my surprise, I saw myself as I had been in my mid twenties. I had been feeling pretty good before then and just credited it to my decent diet and reasonable amount of exercise.

People who knew me remarked on how young I looked and again I just said that it could have been from my general good care of myself.

Then I turned 18 again a week later, that was a shock to say the least. In fact when I saw my eighteen year old self looking back at me in the mirror I had screamed in surprise, I looked very young.

It kept going from there.

I went to the doctor often and each appointment I was another year younger, they took blood test after blood test and they couldn’t understand why I was becoming younger and at such a rapid pace. I had to accept that I needed caring for since I was too young to fully take care of myself, I was exiting my teenage years and returning to my pre-teen years.

My parents were too old to care for me so my sister, who was now my older sister and the only one of my siblings who didn’t treat me like a disease and embarrassment for my being disabled, took me in.

Her daughter, who was almost eight, thought it was great fun that her auntie was becoming as young as her.

I did.

Almost a week after moving in with my sister I was as old as my niece and still getting younger, I still had my adult mind but there were points where it was like I was starting to lose my adulthood mentally and emotionally which would usually have me being comforted by my sister whenever I would become scared.

Eventually the fear dissipated and I came to accept that this was real, that I was living my long held dream of becoming younger.

However it can be awkward to find yourself wetting the bed and needing to wear nappies to bed, which my niece who was now older than me at that point would make fun of me for.

I used to change her nappies, I used to babysit her and now I was the one who was little more than the baby in comparison to her.

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I never found that game again, I tried but all I found was a dead link. There was an e-mail that said ’Dream granted’ but no reply address.

No one had even heard of the game either and they didn’t see the dead link when I showed it to them, it was like it was invisible to them while being very visible to me.

So there I was, becoming a very young child with each day being a case of me being a little younger and smaller and having to be returned to nappies full time. Not that I minded actually, they are really comfortable and I actually enjoyed being cared for.

Okay, aye, it was weird as I forgot how to walk and talk well, my toddle became a waddle then a crawl, my speech went from a developing vocabulary to barely a smattering of words and babbles. I am only able to talk to you like this because I’ve been given one last chance to talk before I have to learn all over again.

You see, the developers of the game sent an e-mail just after I turned about nineteen months old and when my sister opened it I found I could talk again, if a little awkwardly.

So here I am talking into the camera that my sister is holding in front of me, I was a grown woman who dreamed of being young again and I got that wish. I’ll likely grow up with my disabilities again but maybe I won’t, I hope I won’t but if I do then I’ll just keep doing my best as I always have.

You’re probably only thinking about how adorable I am with my whispy hair, chubby little arms and hands, my chubby face and my sheer level of cuteness being over nine thousand or something like that. Added to that my very thick nappy being quite visible and my adorable baby sized feet and toes stretched out in front of me.

I have to admit that this isn’t bad at all.

I wonder if I might want to keep wearing nappies after being potty trained again, that sounds good to me.

I’m starting to forget how to talk, so this is bye bye. Buh buh, ba!

 

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