It was a fun experiment, turning into a kid, but he was done with it. Aaron changed “4” to “16” and submitted the changes.
Promptly, he grew. But his surroundings didn’t change. Even the people in the classroom were the same ages. Panicked, Aaron generated a new sentence.
“The teenaged preschooler is wetting himself.” Aaron’s eyes boggled. He looked down at his crotch. There was a distinct bulge around his waist, indicating he was wearing a diaper. As he stared, he realized that his clothing was just as juvenile as it had been before. He wasn’t wearing clothes that a normal teenage boy would wear. Desperate to get out of this, he generated a new sentence.
“The teenaged preschooler is messing himself.” Aaron could now feel, to his horror, a thick log slowly making its way into his diaper. He grunted instinctively as he pushed. The teacher’s helper heard him and swooped in.
“Aw, is Aaron making boom-boom?” she cooed. “Well, when you’re finished, just come get me and I’ll change your diapy!” Aaron stared at her. She giggled. “Sorry, I know you don’t like being talked to like you’re the same age as your classmates. Fetch me when you’re ready to be changed.” The teacher’s helper walked away.
Still actively evacuating his bowels, Aaron generated yet another sentence, hoping to find some information.
“The teenaged preschooler is smart enough for college, but has been held back because he isn’t potty-trained.”
Aaron pushed and grunted one last time. Finished messing himself, he looked thoughtfully at the sentence, trying to decide what to change.