Blooming Little’s Academy

Blooming Little’s Academy

Chapter 1

Sophia’s Pov

“Sophia!”

Ugh. My stepfather’s voice is definitely my least favorite sound in the world. I have been counting down the days until my eighteenth birthday for six months now, barely being able to wait to get out of here. However, I will really miss my mom. My stepfather has always made fun of the things that I enjoy and am interested in. I enjoy activities like coloring, watching children’s cartoons, and playing with toys, which leads me to believe that I will be classified as a little on Friday.

My mother is a sub and my stepfather is her dom and he’s always given me a hard time about how babyish the things are that I enjoy. I try not to let it bother me because as long as I am happy doing those things, it shouldn’t matter, right? Well, to me, for some reason, it does. I only let myself enjoy doing those things behind closed doors now because if my stepfather sees me and makes fun of me, it takes me like a week to build up the courage to participate in that activity again. I am quite uncomfortable with my little side because my stepfather has only taught me to feel shameful about it.

I’m ready to go somewhere where I am accepted for who I am, even if it means not seeing my supportive mother as often as I’d like. She’s always promised me that she would visit me at the school that I am placed in after getting my classification. School is a place for me to learn more about being a little and to meet caregivers. I feel like it is going to be hard for me to find caregivers because I am so embarrassed of my little side that I just shut it out most of the time. I don’t know if I will be able to do the activities I enjoy without hearing my stepfather’s words in the back of my head. That’s for babies! You look pathetic! How do you live with yourself? What I am thankful for is the fact he’s never laid a hand on me.

“SOPHIA!”

The sound of my stepfather’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts. He gets frustrated whenever he has to say my name twice, so this isn’t good. “Yes?!” I open my bedroom door, walking down the hallway.

“When are you going to take your test?”

“It’s scheduled for 11am.” I try to keep my conversations with him short. I don’t really have an interest in saying anything more than I have to. This goes for almost everyone though. I’m just not a big talker, until I’m alone with my mom. I could talk her ear off all day.

“Well it is already ten and you left a mess out from breakfast. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you to rinse your dishes and put them in the dishwasher when you are done with them, Sophia. It’s pathetic that you can’t remember to do such a simple thing.”

I’ve gotten good at ignoring my stepfather’s hurtful words. I walk over to the sink where my bowl I used for cereal is resting, rinse it, and put it into the dishwasher. “See, now was that so hard?” My stepfather takes a step towards me. “If you are classified as a little… I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”

Well, that won’t be hard; I don’t want anything to do with him either! “I know,” I responded, grabbing a drink from the fridge. My mom then walks into the kitchen, looking beautiful and put together like always. “Ready to go?”

I nod in response, heading towards the door that leads to the garage.

“Sophia Garcia?” The nurse calls my name, causing my head to shoot up, my gaze meeting hers.

We had been waiting in this waiting room for quite awhile. My mom helped me answer a bunch of questions on a boring form that the front desk lady gave us. It was so long and boring, I was so glad when it was over with. It had questions about family, my health, and then a bunch of questions about my preferences.

“Come on, baby, are you nervous?” Mom asks me. She must’ve noticed me picking at the skin around my fingernails. I always do that when I am nervous. I don’t like needles, and knowing that I am about to get my blood drawn is making me feel anxious.

“A little…” I try to continue picking at my skin, but Mom grabs my hand, causing me to stop. “No need to worry, it’s not gonna change anything.” She guides me over to the nurse and the three of us go into a room.

“Okay, Sophia, I hear you are here today for your classification test…I’m nurse Amy and I will be administering your test today. Do you have any questions before we get started?” Amy asks me, typing something into her computer.

“I don’t think so..”

“Are you nervous to get your blood drawn, Sophia?”

I hesitate for a moment, feeling shy to admit the truth. “A little,” I whisper. After I tell her that, she starts typing more words into the computer. Did I say something wrong?

“It’s gonna be okay, you’ll barely feel it. It’s just a little pinch and then it’ll be over.” Amy starts prepping the supplies, but I am too nervous to watch. I close my eyes, counting to ten in my head in an attempt to slow my heart rate. My mom squeezed my hand and then I felt a pinch.

I don’t know if I am making up the pain in my head, but it hurts pretty bad. It took everything in me to not let any tears fall out of my eyes. Mom and nurse Amy don’t seem to notice though because they just praise me and reassure me that the hard part is over.

“Okay, you can go wait in the waiting room until she is done with the other part of her test. It’ll be around 15-20 minutes,” Amy says, looking at my mom. After my mom leaves, Amy guides me to a new room. I start scanning the room, noticing there are a lot of different things to do in here. “Okay, Sophia, this is another waiting room that you can stay in until I am ready to do the rest of your test, okay? I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay,” I say, my eyes fixed on the slide going into the ball pit in the corner. Walking towards it, I debate on whether or not I am allowed to play on it. I mean, she never told me I wasn’t allowed to use anything. Unable to resist the urge any longer, I climb up the slide and sit down at the top. After sliding down into the ball pit, I couldn’t help but giggle, getting right back up to go down it again. I repeated this several times until I saw some baby dolls in another area in the room.

I played with the dolls for quite awhile. I have always wanted dolls, but I don’t have any at home. My playing is interrupted when the door to the waiting room is opened. I honestly forgot I was even waiting to finish my test because I was having so much fun. As nurse Amy enters the room, I feel a rush of heat race up my neck and paint itself across my cheeks. She can very well see me holding two baby dolls right now. Is she going to tell me how pathetic I look?

“Alright, are you ready, Sophia?” She has a clipboard in one hand and is resting her other hand on her hip. The corners of her eyes crinkle as she smiles warmly at me, her gaze flicking between me and the baby dolls. Maybe she’s not going to make fun of me?

“Yes… what is the next test?” I set the baby dolls back where I found them reluctantly, silently wishing I could take them home with me.

“Well, actually… we are done. I have everything I need,” Amy responds. I tilt my head in confusion, not understanding why she’s not going to complete my test. Once we get back in the room, I think she can tell that I’m feeling uneasy because she grabs my hand and holds it. “Sophia, the mirror in that room was a two-way mirror. That was the second part of the test. I observed you the entire time.”

I felt my lightly blushed cheeks turn to a deeper crimson color. She watched me giggle as I slid down the slide several times and then played with baby dolls? My entire body heats up due to the embarrassment I’m feeling. “Oh,” I say, my voice in a tone barely above a whisper.

“Nothing to worry about, dear.” Amy types in her computer a little before guiding me back down the hallway to my mom. “You guys are good to go. Expect her results in the mail not tomorrow morning, but the next!”

With that, my mom and I left to go eat some lunch together. I love getting alone time with my mom because my stepfather usually ruins the mood for me if he is around. I don’t hold it against my mom that she stays with him despite the hurtful things he says to me because he is actually perfect with my mom–from what I know. Whenever he says something that upsets me, she always stands up for me. And I love her for that. I can’t help but get a little excited for the results of my classification test because if I am a little, I’ll get to go to a place where people are accepting of who I really am.

Soon.

I’ve been reminding myself of that for months now.

“Sophia! Your test results are here!” My mom shouts from the kitchen for me.

I have been waiting for my results ever since we left the doctor’s office. Two days is a long time when you are waiting for something as important as this, but I’m thankful that they came today because my stepfather is at work and won’t be here to know what my classification is.

“Coming!” I squeak, running down the hallway.

“No running in the house, Sophia.”

Pink roses bloom in my cheeks as I apologize, walking over to where she is holding the envelope. She hands it to me, walking over to the fridge, presumably to give me some space to open the envelope on my own. I don’t know why I feel nervous, but I do. I slowly break the seal of the envelope, pulling out the little piece of paper.

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Congratulations,

Sophia Jade Garcia,

You have been classified as a

LITTLE

Regression age: 0-3 years old

Placement: Blooming Little’s Academy

Start Date: August 10, 3026

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“I’m a little!” I exclaim, my gaze moving from the slip of paper to my mom.

“Oh that’s wonderful, honey! What school did you get into?” My mom asks, walking over to me and embracing me in a warm hug before stepping away so that I can answer her.

“The Blooming Little’s Academy! It says I start on August tenth… when is that?”

“Hmmm today is the ninth so that means you start tomorrow! If you don’t want Greg to know, we can just say your results still aren’t in and then I will take you tomorrow while he’s at work.”

I appreciate that she does everything she can to protect me from anything hurtful my stepfather might say to me. I don’t like referring to him by his name because it gives me the ick. My mom and I ate breakfast together while talking about school and everything to help calm my nerves. After breakfast, she helped me pack up a lot of my stuff so that I will be ready to go in the morning. Thankfully my stepfather didn’t even ask about my test when he got back from work.

As I lay in bed tonight, I can’t help but feel nervous. I know I’ll probably end up being happier at school, but I will miss seeing my mom every day. And I’m still worried that I’m gonna be too embarrassed to regress around others, making it hard for me to make friends and meet caregivers. Looking over at my kitty night light, my thoughts slow down, and my eyelids get heavier and heavier with each passing second.

(This is how I picture the main characters, feel free to imagine them as you'd like)