'And I know that your cyoc screen name is "Littleboy10".'
You feel a touch of panic and almost close out the window right then and there. 'Littleboy10' is the screen name you ONLY use for visiting sites like CYOC, and the different age regression sites you have discovered. It's not even linked to any of your 'real' email addresses - you set up a ghost account so no one could trace your identity. Not that you do anything illegal, but your age regression fetish wouldn't help you at work or with your 'normal' friends. Yet whoever this is knows!!
Nervously, you type in 'Who is this? What do you want?'
'It is not what I want, Alexander Jamez Harris. It is what you want. And I am going to give it to you.'
You frown, thinking this has to be some sort of sales pitch. 'I am not interested in any kind of marketing, or inappropriate images or conversations.'
'What is inappropriate, Aleander Jamez Harris? Images of a ten year-old boy?'
Suddenly, pictures of different boys appear, all fully clothed and in safe, open, and public situations. You flush, already having saved some of these images to look at before, daydreaming of becoming a child again, to throw off the responsibilities and worries of being an adult.
Before you can do anything, the message continues. 'There is nothing inappropriate about little boys looking at other little boys.'
You are puzzled by this for a moment. Then the computer screen seems to rise up. Is your chair sinking? You fumble for the adjustment lever, but everything feels out of place. You glance down and then stare - the clothes you have been wearing all day now bag around you, and your shoes fall off feet that are inches above the floor.
Gasping, you look back up and catch your own reflection in the monitor's surface - not the man you were, but a high school student still dropping backwards into Junior High.
You fumble with the keyboard, typing in a panic. 'This is crazy! it cant be ahppning. Im not a little ksid'
Your typing is terrible, full of mistakes.
The unseen messager sends back 'This is real. You are now 15, getting younger, changing into someone who fits your screen name. Not the grownup Alexander Jamez Harris, but a scrawny ten year-old, a child with no job, no house, no car. Your hair changing, your face different.'
And it is true! You see your reflection faintly in the monitor, hair turning red, skin getting pale, teeth pushing out. You look down at your hands, which are much smaller, pale, and covered with freckles. You are terrified and thrilled at the same time. Are you crazy or is this real? You want it to be real. You have to stretch to reach the keyboard. 'how are you doming this its gotta be mahgci otr somethingc razy - can i really stay like this?'
The reply comes quickly. 'Of course. This is your new life. You are the youngest of three brothers, ten year-old Michael Aaron Parker, but everybody called you 'Carrot' because of your orange hair. You are small for your age, and have trouble in school because you are not very smart.'
Not very smart? Wait a minute... You feel your mind thicken, and all of the schooling you had before starts to fade away. You stare as your clothes shift and change into a boy's pajamas, light blue with small racing cars on them. Then you blink in confusion, trying to remember what you were wearing before. The words on the screen keep appearing. 'You are a bedwetter, Carrot, and still suck your thumb.'
You stare at the screen, confused, slipping your thumb in your mouth without thinking about it. You want to type something in, but you can't think of anything to write. This isn't what you wanted! You want to be a kid, but remember, and be smart like you were, and... what?
'Enjoy your new life, Carrot. You get to grow up all over again as a dumb, skinny, homely kid. Now run along before your big brother catches you playing with his computer.'
The computer screen suddenly goes blank. You look around and see you are in a bedroom with two bunk beds and one twin bed. The room you share with your older brothers. Still sucking your thumb, you slide off the chair and go climb in the bottom bunk, with its pee-stained sheets and plastic-covered mattress.
Something seems weird, wrong. But before you can figure it out, you fall asleep. You will wake to wet sheets, with no memories of ever being anyone but ten year-old 'Carrot' Parker.