You wander the jelly bean section, trying to remember who you were at one time. You know that you're not a she, despite what your mind keeps saying and that you're not three years old. "I'm to tall to be three year old." you think to yourself, wondering how your clothes fit since you are about five foot nine.
Your so busy lost in though that you fail to notice as your three year old mind reasserts itself and thinking how sweet the candy might be, you select a black one marked, 'Accident'. Popping it into your mouth, unable to discern what flavour it is, you suddenly feel a wetness between your legs. Looking down, you blush with embarrassment as you suddenly realize that you've just wet yourself.
What's worse, is the source the wetness is located in the center of your pants, like when your sister once wet herself. Not thinking about it, you grab your crotch, in the same fashion your sister sometimes does, you go up to the greeter by the door and in a childish tone you tell him, "I had an accident."
The greeter sighs and says that you should hold still. Producing what looks like and oversized hairdryer, he mutters, "Damn Accident beans," and points the device at you.
Instead of hot air, you feel nothing, but looking down, you notice that you are no longer soaked in your own urine or smell like it. Thanking the greeter, you go back to your musings, trying to keep yourself from eating anymore jelly beans.
But it doesn't work out that way as your mind wanders and suddenly you're thinking on how sweet that last bean was. Without giving it much thought, you select a jelly bean that is off white with grey spots on. Printed on it are the letters and numbers, 'H34in,W29.7'. Popping the bean into your mouth, you chew on it, trying to remember anything about your previous life that might get you out of this situation.
You fail completely to notice as everything around you grows bigger and how you not only feel lighter, but you also have some difficulty walking. Wondering if you could find Ryan or Jake, you exit the exotic section and it's only when you get up to the front that it dawns on you what you've just down.
For your part, all you can do is mutter, "Crap," as you struggle to now remember your original height and weight. Maybe your friends could help you, if only you could find them, plus control your ever growing three year old mentality.