"Wakey wake Kye-Kye," Cassandra called.
"Don't call me that," Kyle groaned as he slowly came to consciousness. The only thing worse than getting an early morning wake up call was getting an early morning wakeup call using that childish nickname.
"Now Kye-Kye it's too early to be a little cranky pants. Now it's time to get up and ready. We going to have company soon."
Still keeping his eyes closed and grumbling he started to shift his position. It took Kyle a moment to place the sticky sensation he felt as he slid his butt up to a sitting position. But a horrifying realization quickly hit. He'd wet the bed.
But he hadn't done that in years! And now his mom was about to catch him unless he shooed her off first. Coming up with an excuse that would get him a couple minutes of damage control he opened his eyes and...froze.
His mom was currently towering over him, but that wasn't all. His stuff was all gone. Or rather his old stuff was all back. Where his computer desk was supposed to be there was a toy chest. Scattered in front of that were various stuffed animals and toys he had packed away by the end of elementary school.
Then where his TV stand should be, was the train set he'd been obsessed with when he was little. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen all the pieces properly assembled. And running along it was the little train. He always used to leave it on when he slept because he would pretend to be a passenger.
And the walls! Where there should be superhero and video game posters instead there were friendly children's characters looking back. What was extra odd is some like the wooden Thomas the Tank Engine sign he'd gotten from his grandfather were from his childhood. But some were new like those wall stickers featuring the sharks that little kids were obsessed with.
"Kye-Kye you feeling ok?" His mother asked.
"Uh...I don't..."
When he turned back to face her he found even his bed was different. His plain sheets had been replaced with his old Thomas the Tank Engine sheets. In fact, throwing back the comforter reveals he was wearing matching footie pajamas. The ones he wore in all those old pictures from when he was in preschool. And they fit him. Or he fit them?
"Oh I see," his mother said unzipping the front and placing a hand on the training pants he was apparently wearing, "You had a little accident. Come on let's get you cleaned up."
Ryan let her help him up and remove the pajamas. Left in just the soaked training pants he followed her to the bathroom and watched her draw a bath. After squirting in bubble soap, she pulled off the training pants and deposited them into a nearby trash can. Then lifted him into the tub with ease and began scrubbing him clean.
While she was assuring him he would get a handle on potty training soon, Kyle was desperately trying to figure out what he should do. He'd somehow gone from High School Senior to Preschooler overnight and his mom didn't seem to find that even a little concerning.