Jeff's regressed maturity and body continued to fume with frustration. He knew his Mom wasn't evil by any means, but her will to have him reduced back to single digits was nothing but a few circles of hell to his mind. The pouting this caused him to do made him look even younger than he now looked.
Smiling inside at her son's adorable pout, Jamie knew she messed up her execution a little. While she had fantasies of keeping Jeff little, she knew this would only be temporary in the long run. Jeff's tantrum and yelling brought out her authoritative side, however, and telling Jeff that it could be years before he was restored again was not on her agenda.
"Look, sweetie..." Jamie said, before being surprised again by another clenched up little fist hitting her hip in defiance. Jeff knew better since the first warning, but his newfound immaturity was overriding any good decision making. He looked back up to see his Mom now glaring at him, which sent a shiver through his first-grader body.
"Well, I was about to apologize for letting my words get the better of me and explain to you my true intentions of having this be temporary. It looks like though you're not ready for such adult conversations." Jamie said, turning around quickly to the hallway as she went off to her bedroom.
Staring blankly in horror, Jeff's mind raced as he tried to figure out what his Mom would do next. While he suffered the occasional spanking growing up, his Mom never went out of her way to give extreme punishments. He only witnessed that glare during middle school when long-term grounding was the only option.
Minutes felt like seconds to Jeff as he paced around his race-car bed. A chill suddenly spread throughout his body, not because of any physical changes to his body, but because the childish clothing he was wearing suddenly disappeared off his body. Developing goosebumps from the abrupt nakedness and chill, Jeff's soprano voice yelled in terror seeing just how little he had become. His small hands ran through his body, feeling every smooth surface and underdeveloped asset in complete horror.
Jeff could only mutter "Why..." before noticing the already childish furniture morphing into different things all together. What he saw them turn into, plus the extra chill that ran though his body, confirmed Jeff's fears. Another regression was happening.