Confessions of a Little Caregiver in Retail

I'm 28 and work retail. It's exhausting, but I have my little world at home to escape into, a space where I get to be the little girl I never was. There are days when being treated like a child by someone much larger than me is exactly what I need to recharge. Other times, it's about giving care and nurturing another adult who lets me take on this role of caregiver. The best part? Both sides come from consensual play that leaves no room for guilt, just pure joy in these moments where we step into different roles. No one at work or home knows about this; my coworkers see the serious side, while those who know about my littleness and caregiving side only see me fully immersed in chosen scenes without any hint of the other persona peeking through. I'm proud to embrace both parts of myself.