Aaron didn’t want to be a teenaged preschooler. He wanted to be back in high school. He changed “preschooler” to “junior”. The world spun around him. When it finally settled, he knew where he was: chemistry class. His classmates had returned to their proper ages, and his clothes were back to skinny jeans and a T-shirt. But he still had a diaper on.
Correction. He still had a dirty diaper on. And it smelled. But none of his classmates seemed concerned by the smell. They were focusing on the class lecture.
Aaron generated a new sentence, planning on getting out of the diaper, but the teacher spotted him.
“Aaron, no phones,” she called. Aaron quietly put his phone away and spent the rest of chemistry class in a dirty diaper. When class ended, the teacher stopped Aaron before he could leave. “You need a change. Go to the nurse’s office.”
“I know,” Aaron said.
“Well, you can’t always tell,” the teacher said. Aaron left the classroom and headed for the nurse’s office. On his way, he pulled out his phone and generated a new sentence. Ideally, he’d be able to get out of the diaper. At the very least, he’d like to make his diaper clean without suffering through a change from the school nurse.
“The teenager has a dirty diaper and is going to the nurse so he can get changed.”