I stood there naked looking at my options: a diaper, pull-ups, training pants, or I can avoid them and wear slightly bigger underwear with the other clothes I bought.
I knew it would make me four years old, but I wasn’t too sure. When I was four, I was completely potty trained. I haven’t worn and used a diaper since I was 2.
To kill the curiosity, I grabbed the diaper and tried my best to put it on. I laid on the floor, looking like I have a loincloth on to cover just my genitals and some of my butt. I slowly started to shrink down, and it took almost an hour for it to happen. I knew the transformation was going to be slow, so I looked around in the other options.
The clothes I bought ranged from a simple shirt to outfits. I slid my body over to avoid having the diaper off, and grabbed two random pieces of clothing: overalls and a shirt. I attempted to put them on, but I was still too big. Only one of my legs and arms could get in.
Suddenly, the transformation started to speed up. Before I knew it, I was four again. I was able to get the clothes on without a problem, and they fit perfectly.
I toddled upstairs to my room, just so I can see myself in the mirror.
In the mirror, there was a little toddler who looked just like how my parents used to describe me. A round chubby baby face, scruffy hair that looks like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, baby fat on my body except my arms, and what mom likes to call “her crystal blue eyed” son. My eyes did look so innocent and clear.
Before I could toddle back downstairs, my stomach started to act up. I was barely able to hold it, and I felt my diaper start to fill up. At first, going #2 wasn’t so bad, but I felt the stream of piss rub against my genitals as I had also peed.
I used the railing and got downstairs. I could feel my little creation in my diaper mush around and get everywhere. I took off the overalls and laid on the floor, where I attempted to change my diaper the best I could.
I struggled, but after a good enough 15 minutes, I was able to clean myself. I got up and looked at the mess I created. Powder everywhere, baby wipes that aren’t clean just thrown everywhere, and a dirty diaper that needs to be thrown away. I cleaned everything up and relaxed on the couch.
“Being a toddler is hard work” I told myself as I turned on the tv. I could hire a babysitter, but they’d call the cops if they realize a toddler’s parents aren’t home.
I sighed and laid down on the floor. “What to do? What to do?”
Suddenly, I got an idea in my head.