"I guess these'll do," Greg sighed, not looking forward to his return to his bedwetting days.
Greg handed the package to Jacob before the two paid and took off, choosing not to buy anything else to avoid suspicion from their parents. The two then headed to Jacob's car and packed their normal items they had bought into the trunk while Greg held onto the package of GoodNites.
While they drove home, Greg examined the instructions in further detail.
"Hey, Jacob. It says that after turning into whatever age we end up as, the only way to turn back is to have a full 8 hours of sleep without a GoodNites and without wetting the bed."
"Sounds to me like we'd be seven for a while then, huh?"
"You're not at all worried about being stuck? What if this goes past break? Would everyone at school see us as little kids? What if we have to go back to second grade?"
"Greg, c'mon, you're overthinking this. I'm sure we'll make the most of it."
With his parents already gone for their business trip, Jacob headed straight for Greg's house. With his parents running late, the two took the time to find somewhere to hide the GoodNites, before eventually settling for the closet in the guest room, which was where Jacob would be staying for the week.
Greg did not think much of the GoodNites until the night was nearing its end. He heard a knock on the door. Jacob was on the other end, about to hand Greg his pair of GoodNites.
"Dude, really?" Greg asked.
"Yep! It's what we bought them for," Jacob replied, "Besides, I'm already wearing mine."
Jacob eagerly removed his bottoms in front of his friend, revealing the GoodNites covering his privates. Greg was surprised at how well the pair stretched on him. A less than stellar find was the number 7 on the front of the garment.
"I already wrote the number on your pair, so we can both be 7 by the morning!"
"Is this really what you want, though? We'd be stuck as kids until we have a dry night without any protection."
"Well, you can bail out and be my babysitter instead. I don't mind having you take care of me for a while."
"No way! You'd be a pain in the ass. Plus, it might be weeks before we'd be back to normal."
"Which is why it'd be easier for you to do it with me. At least think about it. Please?"
Greg took the pair and stared at it as the door closed. Meanwhile, Jacob headed to bed and fell asleep, aware that this would be his last night as a teen for a while.
Some time had passed before the GoodNites worked its magic on Jacob. His limbs had reduced in length and mass, descending into his clothes. His Adam's apple receded, as did his body hair. The teeth in his mouth receded and rearranged, leaving behind no more than 3 adult teeth woth one budding in a sea of baby teeth. As he continued to get younger, the GoodNites pair conformed to his ever-shrinking waist.
Though the size of his bladder decreased, the contents did not. Thus, Jacob had relieved himself in his sleep, though it would be absorbed by the pair of GoodNites.
By the time morning came, Jacob felt something damp. Realizing what might have happened to him, he pulled back the covers and jumped off the bed. His bottoms were left behind on the bed, above the wet spot on the sheets. His shirt covered the used GoodNites.
He hadn't yet settled into his younger body when he heard a knock on the door. Expecting it to be Greg, Jacob opened the door, with his head only slightly above the knob.