After waiting for what felt like years, a familiar feminine voice is heard in the room, along with an unfriendly familiar voice. Grace has arrived, but she was with my boss.
Not wanting more people to enter, I texted her to lock the door.
“I got a text from Jon.” She said
“What does it say?”
“Close the door and lock it.”
I heard the door close and the reassuring sound of the lock brought up my hope.
I texted Grace to keep and open mind and remain calm. I could heard that she got the text, but she sounded more worried after it.
Regretting everything in my life, I opened the cabinet door and crawled out. Both of them witnessed me and were in shock. Grace ran up and looked at me from every angle while asking “Is it really you Jon?”
My boss on the other hand, became intrigued.
“So you managed to make the elixir of youth?” He asked. Knowing him, he’d be ok with what I make. As long as I’m not threatening anyone, I can do what ever.
“Yea about that. Apparently I got some of my cure for cancer on me and I would need to fix it. It was originally supposed to reverse just the cancer cells, but I’m guessing it reversed all my cells, making me young again.” I explained to him.
“I see. I’ll have my best scientists create an antidote for you. In the meantime, you are going to have a paid vacation. Just call, letting us know if you start to mentally become a child too, or if any sort of change happens.” He walks towards the door and stops, “I’d recommend you to cover yourself and follow me before you get humiliated even more.”
Grace hands me my lab coat and she wraps me in it, followed by her carrying me.
My boss led me to a tinted glass door labeled “Daycare”
“I’m not staying in a daycare!” I told him. I’d rather tell my own mother about my failure than stay with a bunch of crying brats.
“We are simply grabbing you clothes. Or do you want to go out naked?”
I pouted, knowing it wasn’t going to go well with me. We entered the room and I immediately see about seven kids screaming and running around. Three looked like they were about 6 to 8, two of them were obviously younger kids, maybe toddlers. The last two kids were being rocked by a man wearing a blue collared shirt, khaki pants, and a green apron.
The kids stopped screaming and looked at us, curious as to if they’re going to get another playmate. My boss walked up to the daycare man and started to talk with him. After a few laughs between them, he took us to another room.
This room looked to be some sort of changing room. With different cubbies labeled with different names, clothes on hangers, diapers on shelves, and four changing tables.
“Take what ever you need, I’ll have someone get your old clothes.” He told us, walking out of the room.
I had to explain everything and reassure Grace’s hopes. She drove all the way over here, possibly going past the speed limit, just to see her boyfriend as a toddler.
Luckily for the both of us, there were shorts and shirts that fit just right on my body. The only problem was that we didn’t see any underwear.
Grace stepped out to ask about any underwear left. When she came back, there was a slight grin to her face.
“So? Do they have any underwear for me? Even if it’s girls I’ll wear it!”
“Well...” she was leaning against the shelf of diapers, suspiciously staring at me.
“What is it?”
“The thing is, the kids here are either needing diapers or they have underwear that is too big for you.”
“Don’t tell me...”
She turned around and held out a pair of Spider-Man pullups. “I’m sorry but it’s just temporarily. Once we go to the store I’ll buy you some underwear ok?”
She handed me different variants of pull-ups for boys, and even some baby diapers for some reason. She stood there waiting for me to choose one, but I didn’t.
Choosing a diaper over underwear is the worst thing I could do. It’s like picking your nose as a kid. Once you start, it’ll be impossible to stop. The chances of me starting to wear diapers, and needing them later is extremely high.
But I know waiting won’t do me any good. One of the diapered brats would need a change, and I’d hate for them to see me being like them.
“Just until we go shopping!” I told her as I tried on the pull-up with the least amount of childish designs. To my surprise, it didn’t feel half bad. Other than the slight padding between my legs, it felt like underwear.
“Ok. In the meantime just tell me when you need to go potty!” She teased while putting some clothes in a bag. As she did that, I grabbed some clothes and tried it on. We even found some sneakers that were barely too big on me.
Grace moved me to the mirror to reveal my childish self. A once scientist was now wearing a Winnie the Pooh shirt, some blue shorts, and Cars sneakers. “My little man is looking so cute today!” She cooed, picking both me and the bag of clothes up.
We left the building, and my boss handed me most of my stuff. He told me that they contained the fluid I made and are figuring out how to reverse it as we spoke. Grace thanked him and we walked off.
To my surprise, I’d prefer to be in the daycare after seeing what was in the car.