Daddy's Girl

Chapter 1

A/N: So quick note before we start! This story involves classifications and Age-regression. Both Travis and Taylor are consenting adults! Though Travis is her caregiver and boyfriend,   the two are very much separated facts. When Taylor is Little there is absolutely no sexual relationship between them, it is purely a little/Caregiver dynamic, when Taylor is big and clear minded Travis and Taylor have a regular romantic and intimate relationship  But thoese two things will always remain separate... this is not set up as kink or age play!
But if you at feel uncomfortable with any of this, then this story isn't for you.

Taylor Swift turned eighteen on a Tuesday — the most unmagical, ordinary weekday possible, which was exactly how she wanted it. She didn’t want fuss. She didn’t want attention. And she definitely didn’t want whatever her stupid classification test was going to tell her.

Everyone had to take it at eighteen. A mandatory scan of neurological and hormonal markers that placed you in one of the five societal classes:
Beta, Alpha, Omega, Caregiver, or Little.

Being a Little was the rarest classification. One in thousands. The kind of result people whispered about.

Taylor’s parents were Betas. All her friends were some mix of Beta, Omega, or Alpha. Normal. Predictable. No power imbalance weirdness. No dependency markers. No panic-inducing vulnerability.

Taylor wanted that. Wanted normalcy so badly she practically prayed for it.

She sat in the sterile testing room, tapping her foot anxiously as the machine hummed beside her.

The technician smiled kindly.
“Results will display in three… two… one…”

A soft chime.

A line of text lit up the screen.
Taylor’s stomach dropped.

CLASSIFICATION: LITTLE (PRIMARY).
SECONDARY: OMEGA-LINE TENDENCIES.

Her mouth went dry.
“No. No, that’s — that’s wrong.”

The technician blinked. “The scans are automatic, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.
A word used on Littles all the time.
It made her want to crawl out of her own skin.

She forced a tight smile. “Can… can I retake it?”

“I’m afraid not. But there’s nothing to be ashamed—”

Taylor was already standing. “Thank you, I have to go.”
She grabbed her jacket and bolted.

No way.

No way she was telling anyone this.

Not her friends.
Not her parents.
Especially not—

“Hey, birthday girl!”

Travis Kelce was leaning against the wall outside the testing center, hands in his pockets, smile bright and warm. He was twenty, tall, broad, steady — one of the friend group’s designated caregivers, though he’d never had an official Little.

His classification had come fast and strong when he turned eighteen. He had the instincts, the aura, the calm, the soft command that drew people toward him.

Especially Taylor.

Which terrified her now.

She pasted on a smile.
“Hey.”

“How’d it go?” he asked, pushing off the wall. His eyes scanned her face — too perceptive.
“What’d you get?”

“Beta,” she blurted.
Way too fast.

His brow ticked. “Really?”

“Yes.”

She lifted her chin. “Why do you sound surprised?”

Travis shrugged, but his eyes stayed locked on hers like he could see right through the lie.
“No reason. Just… I guess I always thought you’d be something else.”

Her heartbeat roared in her ears.
“W-well, I’m not,” she insisted. “Totally normal. Just like my parents.”

He nodded slowly, like he was filing that away in a folder labeled SUSPICIOUS.

Then he stepped closer.

Too close.

Her breath hitched. Not from fear — from something deep and instinctive that she absolutely refused to acknowledge.

“You okay?” he murmured.
Taylor forced a laugh. “Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’re shaking.”

She looked down.
Her hands were trembling.

Crap.

She shoved them in her pockets. “It’s cold.”

“It’s seventy-five degrees.”

“Uh—cold for me?”

He smiled softly, head tilted, studying her far too carefully.
“You know you can talk to me, right? About anything.”

Her throat tightened.
She couldn’t.
If he knew…
If anyone knew…
“I’m fine,” she whispered.

“Really.”

He didn’t believe her. She could see it in his eyes.
But he let it go. For now.

“Alright,” he said gently. “But if anything feels weird in the next few days? If you feel… different? You come find me.”

Her stomach twisted uncomfortably.
Different.

She already felt different.
Lightheaded. Dazed. Smaller.
Like the test results had flipped some hidden switch inside her.

“Sure,” she lied. “If anything happens.”

He squeezed her shoulder — warm, steadying, grounding — and her body instinctively leaned into the touch before she yanked herself back.

His brows shot up.
“What was that?”

“Nothing!” She sidestepped. “We should go. Everyone’s waiting.”
But as they walked side by side down the hall, Travis couldn’t stop glancing at her.

And Taylor could feel something inside her tugging toward him.
Something she was determined to ignore.

Something she wouldn’t be able to hide for long.