Georgia had finally regressed! The problem right now was, she was fast asleep. I gently shook her awake. "Little one, nap time is over." I was hoping she'd still be regressed, but she wasn't. Actually, she seemed more cranky than ever. "Can I take a damn shower?" she said.

I frowned. "Don't use language like that, little one." She shrugged it off and went to the bathroom. I sighed. An hour ago or so, she had been age regressed for the first time. I knew ways to help littles regress. Bit the thing was, Georgia wasn't a willing little.

I relaxed in the bathroom, alone for the first time since I arrived at this academy. The thing that annoyed me was that I regressed. Before I could say that I wasn't a little, but now I couldn't I had no sense of control anymore. I was angry at this whole school. Especially Mr Bates. He technically made me regress out of fear. I hated him, and Rose, for being a back stabber.

I underessed and stepped into the shower. Deciding to take a warm shower, I just meleted happily at the feel of the refreshing water. The last time I took a shower was when I didn't have a daddy. 3 days. I got rid of the disgusting feeling of myself, and i looked around for some shampoo, but all I saw was the baby one. I forgot that this was technically my bathroom, as daddy- no, Sam, had his own room with an en-suite. Stepping out, there was a Cinderella towel. God help me. I wrapped it around me, but as I was about to exit, something caught my eye. The box of diapers and pull-ups we bought on the weekend. I froze. I wouldn't wear those. I closed my eyes and refocused, exiting the bathroom.

While Georgia was showering, I picked out a cute outfit for her. I also removed the hairbrush so I could brush her hair for her. First way to help her regress. I think she likes purple...

I heard the shower turn off so I calmly ran out of her bedroom and into the kitchen. Another way to regress: cute little snacks!!

I entered my bedroom to find a cute purple outfit on the bed. I liked the dress but something else disturbed me. A onesie?! Hell no. I searched the wardrobe for something else to wear. It was all the same. The one thing that wasn't too bad was a white skirt and a random blue shirt I found. I dried my hair with a hairdryer and then looked for a proper hairbrush. There was none. I heard a knock on the door and I panicked. My hair looked terrible. "Baby, can I come in?" Shit.

"S-sure." I muttered. I don't know if he even heard me, but the door clicked open. His face fell when he saw I wasn't wearing my outfit.

"Want me to brush your hair for you, princess?"

That little- he stole me hairbrush so he could do it himself?! Why?

I nodded, my hair looked bad anyway and it needed to be fixed. We'd missed all of the afternoon lessons, and school had ended.

I sat down on a pink stool. I hoped he'd redecorate my room soon. No, not my room. This wasn't my home. He brushed my hair gently, taking out the knots. It reminded me of my mother when i was younger. He then did my hair into two braids, and finished them with bows. He smiled. "Little one, I have food for you downstairs. Did you eat lunch?" While he was gone, lunch was served at school. I didn't eat it though. I just nodded. He didn't need to know. He brought me downstairs to see baby food on a table. This wasn't food..

There were dino nuggies, some nice tasting sticks (forgot the name) and a sippy cup. I nibblef at the dino nuggies and the nice sticks, but I didn't touch the sippy cup. I pushed the plate thing away, telling myself I wasn't hungry. I had eaten half, so daddy was pleased, as he thought I had lunch. "Little one, I'm sorry to say this, but I can't look after you this evening. Do you want a babysitter or daycare?"

That was unexpected. Hmm, let me choose. A babysitter for kids, or a daycare with sickly sweet kids and teachers. Babysitter please. "Babysitter I guess.." He smiled.

"Do you want a pacifier?"

"Hell no." He tapped me on the nose sternly.

"Get rid of that potty mouth before the babysitter comes, little girl." He was really stern. He called someone on his phone, I'm assuming the Babysitter. "Great, she'll be here in five minutes. I'll give her a list of rules. Be nice to her, okay?"

I wasn't going to be nice to her.