It’s been one day since you regressed, but you don’t remember not being five. You roll out of your cool transformers blankets and run downstairs in just your pull up since you have accidents at night. The pull up is soaked but you don’t mind. When you used to be young, you wore pull-ups at night until you were six and a half and now you’re just turning five. Kat wakes up to the sound of your giggles at the cool episode of Paw Patrol that you turned on this morning. But now you had all the milk in your system catching up to you. But Paw Patrol was so interesting and distracting that you didn’t even realize yourself squat from your position standing and dancing in front of the tv. Ten seconds later, the pull-up is sagging between your legs and reeks. But you got tired and sat down to watch. The warm squishy feeling on your little boy bottom was so fun that you start moving your booty around because you love the way it feels, getting poop on your unstopped balls and tiny uncircumcised penis. The sensation so fun you start to pee, warming the front of your pants on a warm May morning. Kat comes downstairs and immediately smells the mess you’ve made. While completely oblivious, she grabs you, picking you up in her big strong arms and asks you if you made a mess in your pants, to which you gleefully reply yes with a childish giggle. She says that you need to use the potty or tell her when you need to go poop but you tell her you forgot. The party is just hours away, but you can’t focus on that. Kat brings you to the changing table you have in your room. She wipes off your little peepee and balls and the your cute little butt. The wet wipe feels cold against your skin, but still feels soothing. She asks if you can manage to keep yourself dry for the rest of the day and you say you can so she puts on your favorite pair of Transformers undies on you as extra motivation to keep yourself dry. She then asks if you want more clothes but you say no emphatically. So you run around and play until the party starts, but before that, you suddenly remember your 8 year old brother, but can’t remember how he looked. Was he...