While Chris was deeply entranced by the cartoons on the TV, Daren made some further changes on the chronivac. He saw there were three different age scales to mess with. One was the physical age, which is what he'd been playing with so far. The second was the mental age, which was to a degree linked with the physical scale. The final scale dictated how old Chris actually was in this new reality, labeled his legal age. It was currently still at 25, even though Chris looked 4. Daren slid the legal scale down to 16, meaning that he now went to high school again. It also meant that all Chris' former class mates were now 16 again, and back in school. Basically, Daren had just rewound time 9 years.
Next, he raised Chris' physical age to 13 again, but set it to happen slowly over the next hour. He also saw that Chris' mental age had followed his physical age down to 4, so he set it to rise to 13 as well, but even slower. This way, his little boyfriend hopefully wouldn't realize he'd grown a little again right away. He'd be inclined to have a child-like behavior even as he became a teen. Daren hit apply.
Daren then tested how he could alter inanimate objects, and found he could change Chris' old clothes to better suit his new self. He played around with the app, changing every single piece of clothing that Chris had once owned into a series of adorable and or slutty outfits. From cute school girl outfits to school boy outfits. A skin tight cat costume. A fishnet outfit. A sailor outfit. Short shorts, to skirts, to pink jeans. Thigh high leggings, to hello kitty socks. Handcuffs to ropes. Cute boy pajamas, to pink, see through frilly nightguards. Spiderman underwear to lace panties. Endless outfits, costumes, toys and teddies.
Creating all this took 45 minutes, but picking just one outfit for Chris to wear today took nearly the time for Chris' transformation to finish. Daren had chosen the adorable sailor outfit, but with some special accessories he'd bring with him. When he stepped back into the living room, Chris had grown to about 11 by this point, but was still glued to the TV, unaware he was no longer 4.
"It's time to get you dressed, honey," Daren said, showing Chris the revealing sailor suit. It would be a tight fit when Chris became 13, but would stretch slightly to accommodate him. The material was just a thin, single layer of spandex, and there were no underwear. It would practically just be painted onto him.
"Daddy, I can't wew dat," Chris protested, still speaking with a bit of baby language. He hadn't realized he'd aged again, and his mental age was lagging behind.
"Come on. On it goes." Daren slid the white short shorts up his little boyfriend's naked legs. They were very short, but slightly wide about the legs. With no underwear underneath, it would be easy to catch a peek at Chris' tiny penis when he sat, or to slide a hand up under there. Next, Daren slipped the white shirt with blue trip over Chris' head. White, high socks were slipped on next. Then the blue scarf bow. By the time Daren placed the adorable sailor hat on Chris' head, Chris had reached 13.
"You look adorable," Daren said, causing Chris to blush. Chris tried to act defiant and upset, but it was clear that he enjoyed Daren taking him in with those hungry eyes.
"C... Can't I have something... a little more normal?" he asked, slowly loosing his baby speech, even if he hadn't realized it yet.
"It's either this or naked," Daren said. "Now, who's ready to go on a picnic at the park?" He then presented something that really made the boy hesitant. A stroller. The kind where the child is securely strapped into a chair facing forward. This one had straps that were a bit more secure, including straps for hands and feet. It was also slightly oversized, allowing for Chris to sit comfortably in it.
"Wait! You can't put me in that!" Chris tried to fight, but Daren took him forcefully by the hand and guided the reluctant boy into his seat.
"Chrissy, do as Daddy says unless you want a spanking." Chris' struggles became half hearted. Less an attempt to resist, and more of just a symbolic show of resistance. He feared the dreaded punishment of spanking. Daren strapped the little sailor securely into the stroller, binding even his hands and feet. Tucked into the little bag at the back of the stroller were various other items Chris might need along the way. Diapers, wet wipes, a butt plug, a chastity cage, a paddle, a pacifier, a bib, a bottle of cum that looked like milk, a sippy cup, some rope, a backup outfit, nipple clamps and other accessories. And of course their pick nick supplies.
Daren rolled his boy out the door, much to Chris' embarrassment. Chris could feel the breeze across his exposed thighs and up to tickle his tiny pee-pee. He did his best to close his thighs, but with his ankles strapped apart, and his wrists stuck to his sides, there was little he could do to keep his privets hidden as he was rolled through the crowds on the street.