After her after school dish with the girls at Mort's Malt Shoppe, Chelsea looked in the classified ad section, as she waited for the bus. "Hey, that lab place is just around the corner, it might be a lark!" she laughed to herself, folded the paper and got up. She could always catch a later bus.
"Yes?" said the receptionist looking up as Chelsea entered the empty waiting room.
"Are you still looking for subjects?" Chelsea asked.
"Have you ever potty trained a child before?"
"No?" she answered uncertainly. "I did babysit a kid who wet his bed, but that's about it."
"Ah, good. Dr. Ethelridge is conducting a study on which techniques are most effective for potty training infants."
"You mean toddlers?"
"You'll see. It pays $50 per hour and will take 4 hours a day."
"$100? Where do I sign up?"
She is handed a clipboard with an application.
"So where do they get the babies to potty train?" Chelsea asked.
"You'd be surprised what some people will do for money, and other things," she said recalling the college boy earlier who was eager to volunteer to be reduced to an infant if he'd have a foreskin when he was returned to adulthood. Apparently, Will had his willie circumcised when he was three due to an infection.
There was no shortage of women to potty train kids, but most had experience and therefore bias, and the doctor wanted those who had none. Chelsea seemed perfect. They only had two other women that qualified so far. The rest were on their way to becoming screaming brats. Once they signed up the injection was irreversible, of course they weren't told that, and hopefully any day now, they would get the reversal formula to work.
Tears streamed down Nate's face as his last pubic hair fell off. He was an angry tween now, and he bolted in his now oversided paper hospital gown. He hadn't expected this. Two orderlies blocked his exit. So he ran down the hall and ducked into another exam room, there he met his now little big brother.
"Nate? Not you too?" said the young child of five or less.
"Will?" Nate asked in disbelief. The little blonde kid did look like the towhaired boy in the photo hanging in the hallway at home.
"Yeah, wonder if papa answered that ad too? Just what mama needs - three kids in diapers."
"I changed my mind, Will, help me get out of here," Nate demanded.
"Don't think it'll help. They gave me only one injection, and I keep shrinking ang getting younger. Still if you want out, I bet you could fit through the vent now - if only we can get up there." Will looked up at the ceiling vent, and sighed.
"Help me move the exam table. Maybe I can jump it before I'm too short."