Before Oliver can make his decision, someone rushes past him, knocking into him and making him fall over. Oliver falls against a row of baby and young toddler costumes. To his horror, part of one of the costumes – a sailor’s cap – falls onto him. He lets out a loud groan as he shrinks.
Oliver hopes that it was a toddler costume that fell on him, but he progresses even younger than a toddler, down to a baby barely a year old. His hair is wispy, his mouth almost completely free of teeth, and he is covered in baby fat. And baby costumes.
This isn’t what Oliver wanted. He goes to put on the clothes he just shrunk out of, only to feel himself lifted into the air.
“Aw, what a cute little jaybird!” coos the woman that picked him up. Oliver blushes at being naked in public like this. “I wonder where your parents are.”
Just then, Oliver is reminded that he didn’t use the bathroom before he left the house this morning. A small trickle of urine runs down his chubby legs.
“Ooh, you need a diaper, little man! Good thing I’ve got plenty!” The woman carries Oliver away from his old clothes and into the women’s bathroom, where she lays him down on the changing table. Oliver squirms uncomfortably. “Now, now, no need to fuss.” The woman pops a pacifier into Oliver’s mouth. He sucks on it instinctively. “Good boy!”
The woman takes a diaper out of her bag and tapes it onto Oliver.