John moved a chair over to his front door. Looking through the peephole, he saw nobody roaming the halls. He pressed his ear against it, also hearing nobody.
Moving the chair back, John knew he couldn’t be naked out there. He ran to his room and searched for clothes. He feared that Mr Peterson wouldn’t care for his neighbor who turned himself into a toddler, so John thought of a plan.
Wearing nothing but oversized white briefs, John decided that his story was that he woke up as a toddler and needed help. He knew that Mr. Peterson had experience with his own kids and grandkids, and he was the closest.
Walking out of his apartment, John held onto his underwear as it covered up his toddler sized man parts. He knocked on Mr Petersons door frantically, hoping he’d answer.
After a few seconds, the door opened.
“Well hello there little guy! Are you lost? Those tighty-whities aren’t supposed to be held like that, or that big!”
“Mr. Peterson let me in! I don’t know what I did but I need your help!”
“Oh that’s a mouth that doesn’t match you. Did your mommy or daddy teach you to say that?”
“Mr. Peterson it’s me John, the 20 year old college graduate! Please let me in before someone sees me!”
“Oh alright, come in!” Peterson let the boy walk in quickly. He didn’t want to get the wrong idea to others who would see him talking to a half nude toddler.
Mr. Peterson locked the door behind him and walked to John, “What happened? Tell me everything!”
John explained a story about how he went to the mall for computer parts, came home, fixed his computer, and went to sleep. It was all true, except for the parts involving the regression store and pills. He left those out of the story on purpose.
“Well what you did was very grown up. I’m not sure if anyone else on this floor has experience with children as much as I do!” Peterson picked John up, resulting in his underwear falling off of his toddler body. John was carried to a room that looked bland.
John was laid on the floor and watched as Peterson got diapers and wipes out of the closet. He cleaned the boy up and put the diaper on John.
“Wait what about pull-ups! I can probably go to the bathroom on my own!”
“Sorry, but all I have are diapers for my grandsons. They used to be your age, so I took a guess that you were the same size. Your diaper isn’t too tight or loose is it?”
John moved around, squatted, and bended over. He got the feeling of being in a diaper down, and it didn’t feel too tight or loose. It was as if the diaper was a perfect fit.
“Nope, just perfect!” John said. As he said that, he heard a hissing sound. He looked around, but all he could see was Mr. Peterson giggling to himself.
“What’s so funny? Do you know where that’s coming from?”
“Yup, and it’s a good thing we diapered you when he did!” He pointed down to John’s diaper, which is now changing colors. He had just pissed in front of his neighbor who was old enough to be his own father.
John’s cheeks began to turn red from embarrassment. He felt large hands scoop him up by his armpits and hold him close.
“Let’s go take you home! I’ll bring you your big boy pants later.” Peterson cradled John like his own son as he carried him back to his own apartment. The toddler felt embarrassed, but safe at the same time.
“Is this what having a father is like?” He thought.