Around 9:00, we believed the aging has stopped. Mom and Dad are unsure what age I was, but from using old photos as a reference I looked to be around 3 years old.
The twins entered the room looking for 8 years old me. ”Where’d that kid go?” one of them asked. The other one being her normal self, got excited when she saw me. ”A baby!” she screamed and ran up to me, ”We're going to play house and you'll be the baby.” I looked at my parents for help and they've understood my helpless looks. ”Sweety you can play house later. Daddy and I need to get your brother some clothes.” she looked confused, then just hopped out of the room like nothing happened with my brother close behind.
”Ok I believe we could have some of your old clothes, but we need to get you fresh protection.” my mom said. I didn't argue since my current body was going to have a few accidents.
While my mom went to the attic, my dad took me to the nearest drug store. I had to pee a few times there, so my dad just lets me do it in a bush while he kept watch.
At the store both me and my father were clueless. Diapers were diapers to the both of us, not something with a size and different tasks.
”Excuse me miss!” he called out to a passerby who looked like she worked here. She came by and asked what we needed. ”My wife usually buys the diapers, could you help me understand the sizes.” ”No need.” she grabs a box and tells us to follow her.
We were led to the bathroom where she handed my father a diaper and just wanted to see if I would fit the thing. But he felt embarrassed doing it. ”It's normal when they're kids who weren't zapped by an aging ray.” he said. ”Its more embarrassing for me than you. I have to wear this 24/7 for as long as we know. Just suck it up and at least help me.” I told him. He understood where I was going and told me how to put the diaper on.
”Looks like a perfect fit” he says while taking me out. ”I’ll buy the box.” He tells the woman and she leads both of us to the cash register where my dad buys the diapers.
For some reason, I felt drained of my energy. I tugged on my dad’s pants leg and he decided to hold me on the way home. It felt nice to be held, but also nicer to be able to sleep.
We got home because I could hear loud conversations followed by my dad asking them to quiet down. Everything after that was very confusing. It just sounded like random muffled words. Then silence. There was something on my body that was creating heat because I felt warm. It was all comfortable.
Maybe being a toddler isn't bad as it seems