Dylan flushed, looking down at his tiny weiner. How could he face anyone like this? Then he heard Karen giggle and looked up at her in annoyance. "What's so funn.." Wait a minute. Looking up?
Karen grinned down at him, and he realized either she was growing or he was shrinking. He looked back down - his little weinie didn;t look so little any more, but it wasn't changing. The rest of him was getting smaller to match! "Oh, no! I'm going to be a shrimp!"
"No, not a shrimp. Just a normal-sized little boy." She held up the training pants again. "Remember these?"
"Not a little kid!" But even as Dylan said that, he felt his whole body change even faster. He was maybe 7 years old now, and losing months by the second. "Make it thstop! Pweathe!" He was lisping now, missing both front teeth as he dropped to age 6.
"Oh, I think you are a lot cuter like this. But I don't want to change diapers. Just a little more..."
Pweathse, Karen!" Dylan started to cry, feeling helpless and scared. "I don' wanna be a baby!"
Karen squatted down in front of him and grinned, wiping his rosy cheeks with a finger. "But you aren;t a baby, Dylan. You're a big boy. Five years old! Right?"
Dylan blinked in confusion and looked down at himself. Why was he crying? He hadn't had an accident, had he? His big sister wasn't mad or anything. He nodded. "Yeah. I'm a big boy! I'm..." He concentrated real hard, and then held up his hand with all fingers out. "This many!"
Karen nodded and chuckled as her new little brother finished adjusting to being a preschooler.