Nate tried to stifle his laughter upon seeing the 3D rendering of his now kindergarten-aged dads looking as helpless, befuddled, and adorable as they did. Watching the two little lovebirds climb carefully out of their now tall bed brought him much satisfaction.
“David, we’ve gotta see if Nate’s okay,” the miniaturized high school P.E. teacher stated, dropping off the side of the bed. “If we got this young, then maybe Nate got affected too, and he might be worse off…”
“What even happened?!” David replied, wincing at the pitch of his new voice. “Maybe Nate’s the one who caused this somehow… He was pretty mad that you shut down his plans with Tyler today.”
“Hey!” Matt exclaimed sternly. “We make decisions together, and we agreed on this one!”
David rolled his eyes. “We present a united front, even if we don’t 100% agree, and I don’t think we really felt the exact same on this one, honey.”
“We’ll discuss this later!” Matt diverted. “Right now, we have to see what’s up with Nate.”
“Right, but let’s at least put something on,” David suggested, not much wanting to trot around their house as naked youngsters.
On his end, Nate had been perusing the various options available to him on the Chronivac. Seeing that his dads were now eager to dress themselves, Nate chuckled and made a couple of changes under the “Clothing” category.
6-year-old Matt walked over to where he had discarded his boxers near the dresser only to find a white Captain America graphic tee and a pair of tiny white briefs. At the same time, 5-year-old David found that his boxer-briefs had been replaced with a red Spiderman graphic tee and a pair of white Spiderman underoos with red piping to match his shirt. Neither boy found any pants in the immediate vicinity of the strangely materialized children’s attire.
“Matt, how did these clothes get here?” David asked worriedly.
“I… I’m not sure,” Matt stuttered, scrambling to check their dresser for any signs of their adult life. All of their shirts had been replaced with ones befitting boys of their current age, and all of their grownup underwear had been replaced by tighty whities and underoos just like the ones they found themselves now pulling on just to cover their shame. Strangely, their pants had remained the same size, fitted for the men as they were in their 40s.
With both boys thoroughly confused by the changes to their bodies and wardrobe and both now dressed in age-appropriate shirts and underwear, they set out to find Nate.