As if his intense humiliation alone was not enough, Tanner felt a strange sensation. At first, he worried it might be another malfunction of the Chronivac. but the sensation was different. It was a building, urgent pressure.
"I wanna go home," Tanner told Derrick when he realized with a sort of sick horror what he was feeling. "Please, now!"
Derrick had been making small talk with the cashier, the girl from Tanner's high school. "We're leaving in just a..."
Tanner didn't realize he had lost the struggle until he felt a cold, wet spot forming in front of his Mickey Mouse pull-ups.
"Let's go," he pleaded softly just as Derrick detected the dampness inundating the pull-ups worn by his toddler-sized brother.
"Dude, did you?"
Tanner felt his eyes twitch with tears. "Let's go," he begged again.
"Sure, but we'll need to get you in a new pair of pull-ups," Derrick said. He leaned over the counter and asked the girl where he could find the bathroom.
"Can't we take care of it at home?" Tanner asked, trying to keep his voice low enough to evade nearby people.
Derrick was heading toward the restrooms when he bumped into Mrs. Harrington and Bobby again, headed in the same direction.
"Hello again," she said. "Bobby's had a little accident, so I was just taking him to change him."
Derrick laughed nervously. "Must be contagious."
Tanner groaned inwardly, but his teacher smiled. "Give him to me," she volunteered. "I can change him and Bobby at the same time."
Derrick was certainly not looking forward to having to deal with a pee-soaked pull-up. "Sure," he said, eagerly thrusting Tanner toward her arms.
Tanner was too shocked to utter a disagreement. Holding him against a hip, she used her other hand to pull along her stroller toward one of the restrooms.
"That's the ladies room!" Tanner finally found his voice.
Mrs. Harrington laughed. "That's OK, sweetie. Little boys can go into the ladies."
Derrick felt a twinge of quilt at seeing Tanner's stricken expression. "Won't you need one of the pull-ups?"
"No, thanks," she answered. "I will use one of the Peter Pans. My thank you for letting Bobby have that last package."
Tanner got one last look at his big brother as he disappeared into the huge restroom. With some effort, his teacher carried him while pulling the stroller.
"I have to put you down a moment, sweetie," she told him.
Tanner felt robbed of words and nodded dumbly. His tiny bare feet touched down on the cold floor. Then Mrs. Harrington got her own kid from the stroller. "You don't mind if Bobby goes first, do you?"
Tanner shook his head. "This is a nightmare," he thought to himself. He wanted to close his eyes and wake up in his own bed and, more importantly, back in his 17-year-old body.
Making the experience worse was the fact Bobby actively resisted every stage of the process. Tanner watched in dismay as his high school teacher dealt with an unruly, naked toddler a month younger than himself. He did learn one lesson. As much as he wanted to resist, he submitted himself completely to Mrs. Harrington's hands once his turn came with the expectation it would be a lot better to just get the entire experience over with. His turn came as soon as his teacher returned a still petulant Bobby to his stroller.
After lifting him onto the changing table, she expertly removed the pull-ups and produced some wipes from a bag on the back of the stroller. "Lay back and relax, sweetie."
Tanner obeyed. He felt her hands glide the wipes over his thighs and legs. which was bad enough. Then she deftly cleaned his tiny nub. He hadn't really realized how different he now looked down there, a far cry from...
"Oh no!" Tanner thought as he felt that little nub stiffen as his teacher wiped it clean. "Please, no."
Thankfully, she eased him onto his stomach, but then she used the wipes to swab his tiny butt. He still felt the tiny hardness now pressed into the plastic of the changing table.
If his teacher even noticed, she didn't react. Tanner winced with realization that fact might be even more stinging to his last remnants of lost manhood.
As she let him bring home the fresh pull-ups, she complimented him. "I wish my Bobby was so well-behaved for these changes," she said.
Moments later, a very subdued Tanner was delivered back to Derrick.