My heart thumped and I trembled all over as the magic of the dust sunk into me, a warm and light feeling radiating throughout my bones as I started shrinking towards the age I had settled on in my mind. My descent was so fast that I nearly swooned from the vertigo, the development and decay of my adulthood disappearing in a matter of seconds. Caught off guard by the suddenness of the transformation, I dropped the jar...only to see it vanish into the ether as my surroundings were unmoored. I let out an overwhelmed little whimper as reality collapsed around me, swirling impatiently as though waiting to be reformed, the sight so astonishing and mind-blowing that my attention was almost taken away from the changes that my body and my clothes were going through.
I barked out a nervous little laugh when I plunged into my teenage years, when I felt my bones and muscles shift into a lankier, less certain form, when the pinprickle of hair curling back into me roiled all over my skin. As intense as the sensation was, it was kicked into another gear entirely when I approached puberty from the other end, the loss of height and power so sudden and so precipitous that I could not help but let out a surprisingly high and chirpy cry. A deep blush came to my rounding cheeks as a sort of sucking tug made itself known at my groin, that blush only intensifying as I realized that my substantial adult cock was being turned into the much more modest equipment of a little boy. I felt my limbs grow weak and plump with baby fat, felt my regained curls brush against my forehead, felt my adult chompers being replaced with a full set of bright little baby teeth. And all the while my clothes morphed and contorted around me as though unable to keep up with the transformation, not settling on a final form until I had finally reached the age to which I had been so desperate to return.
I licked my lips and slowly lowered my quivering chin to see that my button-down Oxford had been replaced by a chocolate-stained, baby-blue t-shirt that featured Bob the Builder's vacant, moon-faced smile. A pair of pudgy legs poked out of a little set of cargo shorts, ending in two tiny feet whose munchable little toes wiggled in the open air afforded by their Sesame Street sandals. And though I couldn't see it, I knew that the soft thickness between my legs suggested that I had been wrapped up in undies for boys who hadn't quite yet mastered the potty. Not a diaper, not quite - but not far off, either.
I was so awestruck by all of this that it took me a moment to realize that reality had settled back into place, my surroundings at once impossible and exactly what I had expected. The mall of my childhood towered around me. In every direction there were brightly-decorated stores, teenagers on awkward dates, families enjoying the little fun that suburbia offered them. The smell of cheap Chinese food floated at me from one direction, the muted sound of easy-listening muzak from the other. It seemed as though the fairy had brought me back to that exact memory I had recalled, that of the day I had run naked through the Tranquil Valley Shopping Center. But if that was the case...then that meant...
I looked up. My mommy was beside me.
It only seemed right to use that word to refer to her now that she once again held three feet of height on me. Not that she seemed aware of this sudden regaining of authority; the towering woman was so caught up in a conversation with a friend of hers that she had let go of my hand. For a moment, I merely stared up at her, my mind still struggling to catch up with what had just happened; and then a devilish little grin crept across my lips. I turned back and saw a massive fountain at the end of the walkway, its tinkling waters the perfect mirror through which to take in my newly-toddlerized form. I could just sneak over there, I thought, but where's the fun in that?
I beamed as I crept away from my mommy and ducked behind a corner, quickly shucking off my shorts, shirt and sandals. I paused for just a second to look down at myself with an admiring if sheepish smile, delighted by how adorable I looked standing there in nothing but a crisp pair of Mickey Mouse Pull-Ups. My soft little tummy spilled just so over the waistband of those crinkly undies, a waistband that snapped back into place the second my stubby little fingers let them go. For a moment I was tempted to keep them on, the lingering threads of my adult modesty compelling me to shield myself from total nudity. Those thoughts were quickly shook off, though, and soon my training pants joined the rest of clothes in a tiny pile - a pile I left in the dust as I made a break for the fountain.
Giggles bubbled up endlessly from within me as I clumsily sprinted towards my goal, the transcendent delight I felt in that moment only intensified by the laughter of passers-by. They didn't see a grown man - they saw a silly jaybird who was making the most of his nakie time. And as I felt the cool air rush over my pudgy little body - as I felt my tiny weenie and chubby tushie bounce with every step - I realized that I was happier than I'd been in a very long time. It took a moment to clamber onto the lip of the fountain once I reached it, the climb testing my sudden lack of strength and dexterity. But once I was on it, I could put my hands on my hips and look gleefully into the water, look in all his glory at the delighted little toddler I'd become.