I woke up in my bed, but something felt off. My room was the same. Nothing was moved around or misplaced. I looked down and noticed how large my bed was compared to me. It was maybe 2 times larger than before.
The door opened and there stood my mother, but she was also larger. ”Is my little man awake?” she cooed. I looked puzzled until she picked me up. I didn't have any clothes on, so got to see that I somehow downgraded from a 5-inch member to not even an inch. ”Sorry that I had to do this to you, but mommy got a better job placement so she gets more money for watching you all day.” ”Wait you did this to me!” I yelled. ”Oh no, it looks like it only affects the physical body. I'm going to have to make a note of that.” ”What are you talking about?” ”Like I told you, I was promoted to my new job was to give you a regression pill and write down anything unusual. My boss’s intention was to make a pill that made the consumer younger, but he worries if there were any mental changes. Since I took care of you once, I volunteered to know that if it did change you mentally too, I would get my little boy back.”
”So how young did it make me?” ”You’re maybe two or three years old. Before we go shopping, I'm going to need you to lie on your back?” I had almost forgotten about shopping, but based on my mother’s action, I guess it'll be #2 on the list of horrible things I don't want to do. I did what I was told and she pulled out a plastic bag of some sort. She ripped it open and pulled out what looked like some folded piece of paper. It turns out that she had a diaper with Elmo on the front, and I was going to wear it. ”I'm not wearing that!” I tell her while trying to scurry away, but she was stronger and held me down. ”Mike, if you are this young, there's a huge chance that you would wet yourself without realizing it.” she had a point.
Once she got the diaper on me, she slid on some colored socks and a shirt. Then I was picked up and carried to the car where I was strapped in a car seat while she sat in the driver seat. The trip to the store wasn't that far, but once we got there I soon realized the hell I was gonna go through. Normal shopping would be bad, but shopping in the infant section was worse.
My mother would grab a few clothes, then take me to the dressing room where I had to try them on in front of her. The first round of clothes we're just the average ones you would get your child, shirts, and pants. But by the time round two came along my stomach didn't feel so good.
”Wait right here while I go grab something else.” as she left, my stomach started to hurt worse. I hopped off the table I was sitting on, and the feeling rushed out of me in waves. After the last wave, I felt completely normal, except for the diaper I was wearing was heavier. ”I found the outfits that I wanted you to try.” she said while entering the room.