They continued to sit in their Underoos.
"Tanner, could we look at that device?"
"You mean the Chwonivac," Tanner said, shocked at his cute lisp.
"Yeah, the device that made you so little."
"I guess so," Tanner said. He felt a little jealous that Derrick got to wear Superman Underoos, but he was stuck with Batman.
"That's so cool," Derrick said excitedly and grabbed the Chronivac from his now little's brother's tiny hands.
He looked at the screen.
SCAN RESULTS:
Name: Tanner William McBeall
Age: 8
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: 3’ 9’’
Weight: 64 lbs
Sexual Preference: N/A
Hair color: black
Eye color: blue-green
Occupation: Student; 2nd grade
Mental Regression Desired: Y or N.
Only the last of the options looked open to them.
"What does mental regression mean?" Derrick asked.
Tanner furrowed his brow. "Mental regwession... dammmit... regwession..."
Derrick laughed at his little brother's lisping attempt to pronounce the word.
"Stop laughing at me!" Tanner ordered, his face now beet-red from embarrassment. He was 17 years old, not a silly little boy.
"Let me have that back," he said. "I want to grow back."
Derrick refused to hand over the device. "Gimme!" Tanner yelled and lunged for the device.
In their struggle, the mental regression option got activated.
In the blink of an eye, Tanner felt all of his 17-year-old maturity go up in smoke. When he looked back toward his slightly older brother, he felt shy and awkward.
"What's that?" He asked in a sing-song voice, looking at the shiny gadget in his brother's hands.
"Nothing," Derrick lied and put the Chronivac into a drawer and closed it.