"B IS FOR BABY"
Lyle's eyes widened as he stared at the computer screen. As the message disappeared, he realized that yesterday's events hadn't been a dream - and that they were about to repeat themselves!
Lyle backed away from the computer, pressing his back against the wall behind him. He was already beginning to feel hot and itchy. As he looked down at himself, he saw that his clothing was starting to get a lot looser.
"N-no!" Lyle cried out, suddenly feeling terrified. He didn't want to turn into a baby! Lyle stumbled into the bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror as his facial hair began to disappearing as he shrank. His muscles began to go away as he shrank further.
"This cant be happening" Lyle screamed realizing how high his voice sounded.
Soon Lyle was not even a teen and as quick as acne appeared....they disapeared. Lyle continued to grow younger until he was nothing but a 1 yr old baby in oversize clothing. Lyle then began to cry like the baby he was now when his dorm shifted into a baby's nursery and he was now wearing a red shirt, suspenders and to his horror a diaper.
"Aw whats wrong. Does Lyle need a diaper change" said a woman who then lifted him up.
When Lyle got a good look at the woman. He saw it was his mom and the nursery was his bedroom back at home. Judging by her appearance he hadnt time traveled as she looked the same as she did last week.
After a day of diaper changings, being fed baby food and worst...breast feeding. Lyle was bored out his mind. Baby toys might be stimulating for them but for an college student in a baby's body....it was boring. He could wait till this nightmare was over even if it meant another change. He figured out his changes were based on a letter of the alphabet so tomorrow would be C.
After a day of being a baby, Lyle was put back in his crib where he fell asleep.
The next morning he woke up and he was back in his dorm room. He quickly checked
himself and reassured himself that he was his normal age again. He got up and started
getting dressed. He turned on the computer to find out what was going on in the world
and discovered that it was Saturday yet again at 11:00. He wondered what changes he'd endure this time.
Suddenly a message flashed on his computer.
"C IS FOR . . .