Collin woke the next morning rather late- around nine thirty. "Damn, I'm gonna be late for school!" he tried to say, but all that came out was a loud wail. "What the fuck?!" he thought to himself. He tried to sit up, but he found it increasingly hard. When he finally sat up, his first reaction was to look at his hand. In place of his rather muscular hand that he had come acustom to was a small, squishy one. He then realized that his clothing had grown- no, he had shrunk! He was a little toddler!
He tried as hard as he could, but he could not get himself loose of his sheets. He was trapped in his own bed! The day went on, and he remained in the bed. By the time his school had let out, he had wet his bed several times. At about four, he heard the doorbell. "Phew!" he thought. He found he could speak in short senances, but he did not like listening to his little baby voice. Eventually, he heard his spare key in the lock and someone walking up the steps. He saw that the person was...