Little(s) : Mirabel Madrigal (age : 1 year)
Caretaker(s) : Isabela Madrigal, Dolores Madrigal, Luisa Madrigal and Camilo Madrigal

Plot : The older kids loose Mirabel. What happens, when they find her... is quite a surprise.
Request for : Uniquedoll602

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Luisa entered the kitchen, to find her sister and two of three cousins in there.

"Hey, guys" The girl said, waving to her family.

"Hola, Luisa" Dolores looked from Camilo, smiling and waving to her

"Hola, cuz" Camilo copied his sister's, before he took a sip of his juice

"Hey, sis" Isabela said, handing another glass to Luisa. "How's the town today?"

"Much better!" Luisa said, taking her drink "Just a few leaning houses and help to get new bricks to Señora Martinez's house. Looks like they're planning on building an additional room."

Isabela smiled, nodding. She was happy that her sister was finally off the constant chores and free to simply enjoy herself. And speaking of sisters...

"Have you seen Mirabel? We can't find her the whole day" The eldest Madrigal grandchild asked, to which Luisa thought.

"Hm..." The girl looked up, before remembered. "Mamá said something about her not feeling well today... and that Tío Bruno would be watching her."

"Oh, Dios! Poor Mira..." Dolores put her hand on her heart. "Maybe we should check on her?"

"That's a good idea, sis." Camilo agreed, nodding his head. "I'll get some of Tía's food. I know, it doesn't help much with sickness, but, at least, she won't be hungry!"

"Good thinking there, Cami!" Isabela smiled, watching her cousins and sister.

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In few minutes, the four Madrigal children were walking to Mirabel room. Camilo held a plate with some of Julieta's healing food, Isabela made a little flower bouquet, Dolores with a few books, games and recordings to keep girl busy and Luisa had a few extra blankets and pillows.

Isabela slowly opened the door, making sure it was quiet, in case Mirabel was napping, but what she saw, when it was wide opened, wasn't what she expected. Nor the rest of the family was.

Mirabel didn't seem to even slightly coming down with something. In fact, she didn't look sick at all! No. The thing was what she was wearing.

She was sitting on the middle of the room, playing with baby toys, and her clothes were changed. Well... somewhat. She was wearing her normal shirt, but the rest was different. The biggest thing was that she hadn't had any pants on, clearly revealing a huge, white diaper to everyone, who decided to peek in her room.

Needless to say the rest of fam was shocked to see her like that. And neither was Mirabel herself.

"Um... Mira..?" Isabela asked, her face filled with confusion and slight distrust. "Are you okay?"

"I... um..." The girl looked down, as tears started running down her face, as she sniffled and stood up, running past her sisters and cousins, calling for their uncle.

Camilo's following words described everything, the four of them thought.

"What just happened?"

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Inside of Bruno's room, the young girl was crying into her uncle's shoulder, hiding her face from the world.

"It's so bad, Tío! They saw me! They now hate me! They're disgusted they're a family with me! I-!"

"Shh, shh, shh..." Bruno shushed quietly, gently rocking his niece in his arms. "I'm sure they won't. They're just need an explained and then they'll see how happy it makes you. Believe me, mija... I've been in your shoes. Or... maybe I should say booties?" He chuckled slightly, as the girl growled.

"You're no help, Tío!"

"Tío Bruno?" A soft voice called.

Mirabel and Bruno both looked up, before the girl again hid her face, as Isabela, Dolores, Luisa and Camilo stood in few feet, worried.

"Sí, Isa. What's wrong?" The man asked.

"Is Mirabel okay?" The young woman asked, closely watching her sister, who was currently gently wrapped in blanket in their uncle's arms.

"Yeah. She stormed out of her room!" Camilo added, peaking from his cousin.

"We were worried, so decided to come here" Dolores continued, before Luisa raised her hand.

"Sorry, we came without permission, but you never answered. We did knock, Tío!"

Bruno couldn't hold his smile, as he continued to rock Mirabel in his arms, nodding.

"A bit scared, but she's okay."

It seemed to calm the four children down, before Dolores again looked at her.

"That's a relief, but... what is happening with her, Tío?" Dolores asked. "Why does she dressed like a baby?"

Bruno sighed, as he gently lifted Mirabel's face, gently wiping her tears.

"It's okay, Mira. Can I tell them? It's time they know..." Mirabel thought a bit, before sniffling again, but she nodded.

"Time we know what, Tío?" Luisa asked, the worry in her voice obvious.

"She's a Little, Mija." Bruno put simply. "There's this thing, called 'age regression'. It's a coping and relaxation technique, for which a person slips into a mindset of a child, toddler or baby. Such people are called Regressors or Littles. While in regression, they're fully dependent on their Caretakers, who can be family, friends, special babysitters or even a romantic partner, and might use things, child of the stage uses."

"And... as we can see... Mirabel slips to a baby?" Camilo tilted his head "That's why she's wearing a diaper?"

"That's right, Cami." Bruno smiled, nodding. "Mirabel's youngest age is one and oldest is five. We all have boxes of needed supplies, hidden away in our rooms, in case little Mira slips suddenly, without knowing she did for herself."

"We all?" Luisa asked. "Mamá and Tía Pepa know too?"

Bruno nodded. "They indeed know. And so are Félix, Agustín... and believe it or not, it was your Abuela's idea, that Mirabel tries out the regression."

The four Madrigal children's eyes widened. Abuela. Abuela Alma. Their Abuela was the one, who suggested Mirabel to try it?

"You're kidding right?" Camilo asked, shaking his head.

"I'd never joke about it, Cami." Brumo chuckled. "I know, it might sound unbelievable, but she was the one, who suggested we do that."

"But... how did Abuela know about it?"

"Because I told her about it"

Now that was another twist in the family.

"Tío?" Luisa's eyes widened. "You're... you're a Little too?"

"Yep." Bruno smiled sheepishly, chuckling slightly. "And your Abuela... She was my Caretaker, before your Mamás found out. So, when we found out Mirabel needed some kind of relaxation... Abuela suggest she tries it, if she wanted to, of course. No forcing into this family!"

Camilo chuckled, as he settled down, softly waving his hand to Mirabel to get her attention.

"Hey, Mira. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Can I see your face, please?"

Eventually, Mirabel looked from Bruno's chest, as she blinked a bit, taking Camilo's hand, starting to slightly examine it, plating with it. The boy chuckled again.

"Look at this, guys!" The boy said. "She likes me!"

The group came to Mirabel, as they surrounded her, watched her play with Camilo's hand, fascinated by it, as she giggled and rubbed her fingers all over it. While of it, Isabela couldn't help the smile, as she strocked her sister's hair.

"Ay, Mira..." She said. "I get why you didn't tell us... but seeing you now? You can trust us with your Little self. We love you, Mira. We won't judge you for that."

"She's right!" Camilo chuckled, nodding with Isabela. "What kind of family would we be then?"

"Little or not Little..." Dolores whispered, as Liisa peaked over her shoulder, like a child would do over their mother's shoulder, when looking at a new baby in family

"You're still our girl" The girl said, smiling at her sister.

Mirabel's eyes widened, as she looked between her cousins and sisters, a smile coming onto her face. She didn't notice she had slipped further, not even caring what had happened during previous hour.

"Pway?" The Little asked, tilting her head.

The other kids smiled back, nodding, as Isabela picked Mirabel in her arms, gently nuzzling her noses with her sister, as she giggled.

Well... with a Little in the house? The life was sure to get more interesting~.