“Don't worry, princess.” Tim mocked the toddler, as he typed on the keyboard, “I'm changing you back.”
With a click of the enter button, the Jacob was changed back into a boy.
“Whew!” Jacob said, feeling down in his private area, making sure he was back to normal. His room also changed, but not into the room of a teenager; but into a room for a little boy. Bright blue paint on the walls, a twin sized bed with spiderman sheets, and guard rails; a small stuffed bear laid on the bed. Little kids toys also litter the floor. Then with a quick look over at himself, he noticed the cartoon power ranger design on his shirt, and the pair of overall that was wearing; and he felt the soft plastic material still wrapped around his butt, “Hey! I said change me back to NORMAL!”
“I did.”
“Really? Because I didn’t realize I was in preschool.”
“Okay, I turned you back into a boy. Or are you not happy enough with that? Because it won't be any problem to turn you back into a girl.”
“NO! I'm fine being a boy, but I would like to be out of training pants.” Jacob siged
“Oh I’ll fix that.”
“Really?” Jacob said excited, “I also don’t want to be in these cloths.’’
“Okay, fine.” Tim sighed, moving the mouse and clicking on Jacob's character on the screen.
“Hehehe.” Jacob giggled, as a tingling feeling fell over his body, “That tickles.”
“Just doing what you want me to do.”
Jacob tried looking at the screen to see what his friend of doing, but he didn't really understand what the words were. He was able to recognize the letters, D, I, A, P, E, R. But he could read what the word actually was, his mind just went into a fog.
“What are you doing?”
“What you asked me to do.” Tim grinned, clicking the enter button.
“Ah!” Jacob cried, as a cool breeze swept past his legs, “What did you do?” He asked looking down, seeing a Pikachu on his absorbent underwear looking up at him, and his skinny kid legs. Heck, even his shirt didn't cover him all the way, exposing his toddler tummy.
“Nothing yet.” Tim said, letting the dominos of his plan fall, “Here you go, no training pants and different clothes.”
With one more click of the enter button, Jacob felt tingly again. Then his legs spread out as he felt his underwear become thicker; but not really changing desighn, and his shirt changed from a blue to a red.
“You mother fu- duddy head! Gah!” Jacob tried yelling the strongest cuss word he knew, but with Tim’s quick typing, his english fell to a child's.
“No diapers!” Jacob whined, stomping his foot, “I'm not a baby!”
“Really, Mr. Pottypants?” Tim joked, pointing at Jacobs new shirt, which said in brown letters, Mr. Pottypants.
“Change me to normal!”
“Sorry that's not the right way to ask. Its turn me back to normal.”
“DO IT!”
“Hey listen buster! You heard your mom, I’m babysitting you, and you don't take that tone of voice with me.”
“Change me!”
“Change you? Did you already go potty? Your mommy just changed you!” Tim teased with a evil grin, “Speaking of changing.” Tim said taking his attention from his toddlerized friend, and to the computer. “There!” He said, clicking enter. “How do you like your dresser?”
Jacob looked over at the dresser, and tears began to burn in his eyes. The dresser itself was the same, but on top of it was small cupboards filled with diapers, baby powder, and lotion. And on top of that was a changing table.
“You bully!” Jacob cried, as tears started to stream down his face.
“Aw, poor guy.” Tim said standing up, walking over to his friend, and picking him up, “Looks like someone missed his nappy-nap.” Tim said walking over and laying Jacob down in the bed, “Look, Mr. Fuzzybear is here to comfort you.”
Tim put the bear in Jacob's arms and looked over his friend. Jacob wanted to chuck the stuffed bear at Tim’s face, but the soft bear warmed him, and felt comfortable in his arms. Soon his eyes began to feel heavy and he drifted off to sleep.
“Now isn't that cute?” Tim asked himself, as he watched the toddler sleep, snuggling with the stuffed bear, and his leg kicking every now and then. “Time to finish what I started.” Tim grinned, walking back to the computer, to finish his plan.