Looking at my options, I debated what to wear.
If I wore a diaper, I’d be prone to accidents that I am unable to clean up. If I wear training pants, it’s going to be rare accidents that happen. With pull-ups, you would barely have the accidents.
I grabbed a pull-up and other clothes and tried them on as best as I could. I sat there slowly transforming into a toddler. I watched my body hair recede into it as my genitals got smaller, and smaller. Then, I realized the transformation was done. I pulled the pull-up up and stood up.
I started to stretch around like I was an athlete trying to see if their clothes fit, and saw how flexible the pull-up was.
Hobbling to a nearest mirror, I could see how adorable I was. My parents wouldn’t stop bragging about it every time they found a photo of me when I was this old. Adding to the adorableness were the pull-ups. They had a cartoon dog that was dressed like a superhero.
I walked out and suddenly felt the urge to run around. It must have been my toddler energy being filled up from my teenage energy, so I’d be running for miles with no stopping. I looked outside and realized it was the best place for a kid like me. I got some clothes on and ran outside.
Feeling the grass touch my toddler toes felt amazing. I ran around pretending to be a plane. I even started to make the noises of what children think planes sound like.
After that, I had gotten on the tire swing on the tree. It was impossible to push myself, so I had an idea.
Pulling on the tire, I got a running start and jumped in. This gave it enough momentum to swing around. As I was swinging, I was able to see the people next door. One of them noticed me and waved hello. When I reached over the fence again, I waved back. I thought it was over, but one of my neighbors decided to walk over to me.
“Well hello there cutie pie! How are you today?”
“I’m good!” I knew toddlers didn’t have full vocabularies and used them in conversations, so I was going to have to try to keep it minimal as possible.
“Are your mommy or daddy home?”
‘Quick, think! Just think of anything a toddler would say!’ “Nope! My mommy and daddy went with auntie and uncle!”
“Oh, where’d they go to?”
I attempted my best shrug as I was in this tire. I just wanted her to leave me alone.
“Are you alone right now? Who’s home to take care of you?”
“Bubba!”
“Why isn’t your big brother looking after you?”
“I don’t have a big brother?”
“Then who’s bubba?”
“Bubba”
“Is bubba related to you?”
“What does related mean?”
“It means they’re family? Is bubba a part of your family?”
“Yes! My mommy and daddy call him a weird word, but I like to call him Bubba!”
“What is the weird word they call him? Is it a no-no word?”
“It’s hard for me to say.” I laid in the tire trying to make it sound like I was trying to pronounce “cousin”
“Oh your cousin. Is he nice to you?”
I nodded my head. I needed a way to get away from her, or at least get away without having her follow me. Suddenly, I felt something in me ready to rush out. Before I could do anything, I felt the trickle of piss flow into the pull-up.
“Are you ok?”
I looked back at her. I must have made a face when I peed my pants.
“Did you have an accident?”
I nodded my head. By now, the tire swing was starting to slow down. I hopped off and waved goodbye as I ran back to the house. I closed the door behind me and locked it. I ran straight into the bathroom and took off my pants. Looking down, I realized the truth at what I had done. To think, I had actually peed in a pull-up.
I ripped it off and threw it in the trash. Then I went into the living room and grabbed a few wipes to clean my genitalia area. After that, I grabbed another pull-up and got it on. Hopefully this time, I don’t have another accident.