"Physical transitioning completed. Mental reconfiguration initiating. Personality category toddler specialization fantasy."
Toddler? How old are you? The thoughts are pushed to the side as the worst headache of your life shatters your psyche. You lose track of which thoughts and memories are old and which are new.
With your head still spinning, the arms lower you to the ground. Wobbling on your feet, you step out of the booth. Everything is now massive to your diminished perspective including the group of people that are now entering the room. One is dressed in a Pheonix Foundation uniform the rest are in suits.
"Well he certainly has the look we're aiming for. But does he have the talent?" questions one of the suited men.
"He certainly does. Here's the script. Do a line read." says the Pheobix Foundation employee.
You take the document and quickly look it over. It looks like you are supposed to be some sort of Elven King. Even though the character is physically young they're actually much older. Looking over the dialogue you can see why a real child wouldn't work. The long fantasy words are way beyond the verbal range of an actual toddler.
But not you, you read off the lines and find your accent to have been adjusted to sound far more refined even when your new squeaky voice is using it. You naturally slip into the haughty attitude expected of the character. After a you finish the man looks impressed.
"Perfect. He's hired. I'll definitely be referring more casting calls to your operation."
"Great. Head over to the office for the paperwork I'll get him ready to go."
The suited people leave. The employee picks you up and sets you on a table. The cool metal against your butt makes you squirm.
"So, how does this work? I'm hardly in a state to live on my own."
"The production company will assign you an assistant to handle all your affairs."
She returns with a bundle of clothes. First, she pulls out a diaper and you feel the blood drain from your face.
"I don't need diapers. Do I? Why leave my speech skills but erase my potty training?"
"Practicality. When we don't remove it on ones as little as you, the constant bathroom breaks delay production." she says matter-of-factly.
She quickly tapes the garment in place. Then she dresses you in a tiny suit. You feel a bit silly, but relieved at least to not be sitting directly on cold metal. And now that it's on the diaper feels natural anyway.
"How long until I'm old enough to potty train then?"
"Old enough? Didn't you read the description? This career comes with an age lock. Why bother making the perfect toddler actor only for him to age out of the role."
"Oh"
Before you have time to inquire further, the suited people return and you are turned over to the man's assistant.