Saffy found the rag-doll in a thrift store years before her regression. As soon as she set eyes on it she pictured it sitting on that empty space on her bookshelf, opposite her perfume... she had to have it. She even had a secret name for her: "Amy", short for "Amethyst". She thought that continuing the gemstone theme of her own name was pretty clever, and it had a nice gothic ring to it. There the small rag-doll sat for years, guarding her books and DVDs. Saffy hadn't even touched it since then. Not until now.

She had been "enjoying" her second childhood for almost a month now. She realized this when she suddenly came across the stack of boxes containing all of her adult possessions. She forgot they even existed, had it really been that long? Saffy and her mother had gone through all of her adult stuff days after her regression, saving the things that she could still get use out of and storing the rest away for the future. At the time she seemed amazed at just how many of her prized possessions now seemed useless and boring. She decided to open one of the boxes to see if she still felt this way.

And there was the rag-doll.

How could she not have noticed that it went in the wrong box? Saffy was overjoyed. Up until this point she was doing a good job suppressing her inner child, but face to face with Amy, now significantly larger than Saffy remembered, all of that went right out the window. Every atom in her body was screaming at her to hug the toy, she couldn't resist. She wrapped her arms around the doll and squeezed it tight. It was a wonderful feeling. The combination of the soft fabric against her fur and being reunited with an old friend filled her with warmth. After about 20 seconds she snapped out of it. Looking around slyly, she coughed nonchalantly into her clenched paw. Nobody could know.

Holding the doll by the hand, Saffy exited the room and scampered down the hall. In her haste she hadn't noticed that her Mom was behind her, at the opposite end of the hallway. Seeing the little dolly being dragged behind her regressed daughter was the most adorable thing she had ever seen, she couldn't help but let out an affectionate giggle. A giggle which, unfortunately, Saffy heard. It took Saffy's mom a minute to realize what had happened, why her daughter had suddenly changed her body language and ran away, but the second she did she chased after her to apologize.

It was just a short walk to the dining room where she found her, looking down at the doll with a look of confusion. Before she could even say anything she saw Saffy raise the doll skyward for Mommy to examine. One glance and she could tell what had happened. Saffy's grownup pride had mixed with her childish frustration as she had tried to rip the dolls head off in an attempt to retain her dignity. Saffy was just now realizing what she had done.

These confused outbursts had become commonplace, but Saffy's mom was too busy examining the doll to notice that her daughter's arms were still outstretched. Saffy had always loathed being cuddled like a little kid, but it was not until her mother heard the little cub sniffing that she realized that something was wrong. She immediately knelt down and comforted her heartbroken daughter. Saffy could only stand there as her mother's arms completely enveloped her. Saffy felt completely ridiculous. No self respecting adult would act like this... and yet Saffy couldn't help but hug back, yearning for the comfort of her mothers embrace for the first time in years.

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Not as proud of this one as I thought I'd be, I made the story way too cheesy and long IMHO, still better to keep it up so i know what to improve on than to erase it.

Lotsa thanks to  todlergirl and  hydroftt for all the tips/advice/criticisms/etcetc :D