Jeff has been trapped with stumps for arms and legs for a week. The first week of the rest of his life. Using his nose to work with the Chronivac, every attempt to fix it had failed, it would only error out. Jeff gives up on his latest attempt with the Chronivac, closing the lid of his laptop with his face, and pushing it under his new bed, which is easy to crawl into but still has about two inches of clearance from the floor, perfect for hiding things.
Jeff's wearing the blue t-shirt his dad put him in that morning, and yellow and blue briefs. When he'd asked his dad why he didn't get some shorts of some kind, his dad told him, "You always complain about the shorts scraping the ground and impeding your movements."
Jeff figures his dad is probably right. At least he can wear underwear, so his butthole isn't exposed when he crawls around.
Chronivac hidden safely, Jeff crawls through the doggy door, unlocked by the special collar on his neck. Out in the living room, his parents are waiting for him, suitcases ready.
"Hi Jeff," says his mom. "You remember your dad and I are going on vacation today, right?"
Jeff remembers then: before his transformation, they'd been planning a family vacation to Italy. Jeff has been looking forward to it, but he realizes then that crawling around airports and city streets wouldn't be any fun. Yet another disastrous implication of his transformation.
"Isn't there some way I can go with you?" Jeff asks, tears coming unbidden to his face as he looks up as his parents from the floor.
"I'm so sorry, honey, but you know we've tried, travel makes you miserable," mom says. Dad pats his head in sympathy.
"We've got someone coming over to look after you," says Dad. "I know your uncle normally does it, but he's unavailable. The sitter we found will take good care of you for the next two weeks."
"A babysitter?" Jeff asks, indignantly. "I can take care of myself!"
His parents glance at each other. "Of course, Jeffy," his Dad says. "But you need someone to help you shower and dress, and make you some different kinds of food, you can't eat cereal for two weeks, and you'd run out anyway."
Jeff crawls off in a huff, not wanting some random adult he's never met to come over and babysit him, and wash his naked body.
An hour later, his parents call him out to the living room. "Jeff, your sitter is here!"
Jeff doesn't want a sitter, but he's going to have one anyway, so he might as well start on the right...well, foot. He crawls out to the living room, and meets his new babysitter.