I stripped down to nothing and grabbed the kindergarten uniform I used to wear. It was a struggle to get the clothes on, and I couldn’t even reach past my leg. There was no way I could have been able to transform into a five year old without being younger already.
Suddenly, I could feel the tingle around my legs and neck. I started to shrink down, with most of what body hair I had receding into my body. It took a few minutes, but I stopped shrinking. Who knew just having the clothes around your legs and neck still counts.
I dressed myself properly and looked in the mirror. If I didn’t know, I’d mistake this toddler for someone else.
I walked around, trying to get used to the body. It was all interrupted by an old feeling in my pelvis area. I waddled over to the bathroom and took off my pants and underpants. I tried my best to use the toilet, but I kept struggling on almost falling in. I got off and lifted the seat. It was easier standing to pee instead of sitting at the moment. I finished my business and got my clothes back on.
Looking around, I was able to only find more underwear, and a footed sleeper. It was still morning, so I decided to try it on. I took off the uniform and got the footed sleeper on. I zipped it up and covered the zipper with the little Velcro flap it had. I looked in the mirror, and no one could say I wasn’t adorable.
I went downstairs and into the kitchen, where the struggle will start to happen. I opened the fridge and saw the milk on the top shelf. Realizing my height, I grabbed a chair. It gave me a better advantage, but it was still almost too high. I got the milk, and almost dropped it due to my five year old strength. I placed it on the floor and pushed the chair over to the closet next to the fridge.
The closet is where we stored everything that isn’t required in the fridge. I pushed the chair and reached for the cereal. It was easier than the milk, but was practically the same height. I placed the box next to the milk and pushed the chair towards the sink cabinets. I grabbed a plastic bowl and reached down for a spoon.
I climbed off the chair and went to the cereal. I poured the cereal, and then poured the milk. I picked up the bowl and carried it to the living room, where I decided to have Monday morning cartoons.
I ate my cereal and drank all the milk. Without nothing else to do, I laid there on the couch.