Johnny woke up wet and messy. This was not in itself surprising. What was surprising was that he was lying in a crib. Something felt strange, and different. His arms and legs felt very heavy and weak. He sat up and took stock of his situation. His limbs were now very pudgy, like a baby's, and he had a rounded pot belly. He tried to stand up, but try as he might he couldn't seem to get his balance. Every time he tried he fell on his butt.
Finally, with great effort, he pulled himself to a standing position with the bars of the crib. His knees threatened to buckle under him at any second. He tried to take one step, and fell back on his diapered bottom. Something just didn't seem right. He knew he had been bigger earlier. Now he could barely move. He called to his mother, and was alarmed by his lisping speech. At least he could still talk, though.
Mrs. Schmo came in, and saw she had her little baby boy back at last. Johnny said, "Mommy! I've pooped and peed my diaper, and now I can't walk. I keep falling over. I'm a big boy, I'm 3 years old. I'm not supposed to be a baby!" His mother said, "Johnny, what wild dreams for a little boy. You're just a year old! Of course you can't walk. You're just learning how. Don't be in such a hurry to grow up." Things suddenly seemed right to Johnny, though he was still confused. "What's happening to me?" he thought.
Johnny's mother carried him out to the family room and set him on the couch, and gave him the remote control. "You can watch TV until dinner time." Johnny couldn't really object. Everything seemed so big now. He crawled to the end of the couch and looked over. Things he had walked and climbed over before now seemed huge. He started surfing the channels, but just working the remote control was a huge effort now. His hands didn't seem to work like they used to. Eventually he settled on some program.
After a while, he felt his diaper grow warm. Algebra and his other high school subjects disappeared from his mind, but he didn't notice. He kept watching, though the program now seemed a bit boring to him. He slid off the couch and fell to the ground. He was determined to show his mother that he really was a big boy. He pulled himself to his feet, and kept trying to walk. His legs felt all wobbly and rubbery. Finally he managed to walk a few steps. Just then, his mother walked in. "Look, mom! I can walk!", but just looking at her was enough to make him lose his balance, and he fell again. He felt the back of his diaper grow warm, and 8th grade disappeared from his mind. Frustrated about falling, he began to cry.