I thought very carefully about my wish. I then said in my head 'I wish that I was now the age of a preschooler and part of Ms. Hardings class, where everyone just calls her Rhea and no one finds it wierd, and everyone in the class, as well as everyone who knew me or the kids and teacher in class already thought I was already part of the class, while I keep all my memories in tact, but cannot reveal grownup things outload, and have the same kinks every 4 year old does, with my grownup urges are locked away til I am old enough again and that Rhea doesn't find it odd that I am wearing the ring on my finger, seeing it as normal.'
In very quick pace, my size was shortened, my clothes changed to that that would fit a 4 year old. The most distinct thing that I noticed was that my underwear had become a pull-up. Yeah, from memory of my past time as a 4 year old, I wasn't fully potty trained yet. I had been a bit of a rebel. Rhea soon came over. "Hello Joey, are you ready for our,"