Mike just stared in horror at the scene of Greg wearing Kristi. "God, I hope that doesn't happen to me!" he says.
"Don't worry, baby," said Donna affectionatley. "No one else needs a diaper."
"Hey, don't get mushy!" squeaked the 3 year old Greg. Leslie grinned at Greg. She realised his mind was getting younger too, and was enjoying seeing this new perspective of the previously so mature guy.
Mike casually picked up the dice, and rolled a 5. 'Pick up a card'. He did so, and read it.
"Let your friends see, How you used to be, But they must decide, How far you will ride."
"What does that mean? It doesn't sound good." Mike said, puzzled.
"I think it means you get younger!" Greg squeaked excitability, "but you don't choose the number..." a smirk appeared on Greg's face, but before he could say anything more, Donna interrupted.
"Aw, don't worry, baby!" she began. "I'm sure you'll look cute whatever..."
"AH!" yelled Mike. He was shrinking! His hands crept back up into his shirt sleeves and his stocky wrestler's body begin to grow slimmer, taking him back to his childhood days!
"Oops!" said Donna, sounding a little too unconcerned for Mike's liking. "I guess you're going to really be my baby!"
"What!" yelled Mike, his voice cracking horribly in reverse, going from low and adult to high and childish. "Noooo!" Mike moaned, as his pants and boxers fell unsupported down his thinning legs. He sunk down into a crouching position, and slid backwards onto his little hairless butt as he left childhood and turned into a toddler of Greg's age. Greg began to look DOWN at Mike! Mike found himself strangely scared, surrounded by all these big people, and he couldn't stop himself from crying!
"Aw...who's the cute one now?" mocked Greg as Mike dwindled into a baby. His blond her became finer and wispy, and his face grew round and innocent, although it was spoiled somewhat by his tantrum. Greg lifted the wailing Mike up and out of his clothes, and held him naked against his shirt.
"Hehe!" laughed Donna. "See, he's still cute!" Baby Mike just wailed harder. "My turn now," she says garbing the dice