The woman trailed off. Dan leaned in.
“Close to that of a what?”
“Legally, I can’t tell you,” the woman said. Dan scowled. “You’ll find out soon enough. Come with me.” The woman led Dan to an examination room, where a doctor was waiting with a glass of a weird murky liquid.
“Drink up,” the doctor said, handing the glass to Dan. With a sigh, Dan took the glass and guzzled the liquid. Immediately, he was grappled by a full-body cramp. The doctor took the glass from him. He and the woman watched as Dan collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain, getting smaller and smaller.
Finally, the pain ended. Dan laid on the ground, panting. As he came to himself, he could feel that his pants were soaked. He must have wet himself during the shock of the regression. He sat up, blushing furiously.
“Oh, don’t worry about the accident,” the woman said. “You’re going in a diaper anyways.”
“What?!” Dan screeched. The woman held out a small mirror. Dan took it from her. He gaped at his reflection – a wispy-haired, big-eyed toddler. “How I this small?”
“Your results matched you as being close to a preschooler,” the woman said. A nurse entered the room with a pile of clothing. She removed Dan’s clothes, then put him in a diaper, right there on the floor. “That happens very rarely. You’re only the third person to have that result, and the first to go through with it. The previous two backed out before they could be regressed.” As the woman was speaking, the nurse was taking Dan’s vitals and checking him over, before dressing him in a soft, blue onesie. “They backed out once they found out their results, so we changed the rules.”
“I no agree to that!” Dan argued fiercely.
“Yes, you did. When you signed the agreement, it was mentioned that we might withhold your results from you until after the procedure, as knowing the results ahead of time may distress you,” the woman said.
“How I get such bad results?” Dan asked. The woman shrugged.
“I’ll give you your answers, if you’d like to look them over. But right now, you’re going in the daycare. We need to observe you for a few hours to make sure you don’t have any side effects from such a drastic change.” Dan looked down at the visible diaper bulge around his waist.
“Drastic change, yeah,” he mumbled.
“Once you’ve been observed long enough, your mother will pick you up and take you home. Don’t worry, she’s already been informed of your new age.” The woman smiled. “I think she might be happy about it, honestly.”
With that, Dan was carried out of the examination room by the nurse and brought to the company’s daycare. He was put in a playpen set aside for anyone needing observation, then handed his answers and results of the test.
Dan looked over the printout, searching for a reason as to why he got stuck as a toddler.