Drake was lead through the house by Angela who was talking intentely with her sister Lisa. Every few steps she had to pull Drake who was dragging his feet every chance he could.
“What is wrong little guy?” she turned and asked him, “you were looking forward to seeing your cousins today.”
“Don’t wanna!” Drake yelled and stamped his foot. He thought to himself, “God, did I just throw a tantrum…wait, maybe that will work.”
Pushing past the sheer embarrassment, he collapsed on the floor and began crying, “Don’t wanna! Don’t wanna!”
“Young man, you get off the floor right now!” Angela said sternly to him.
Though it was utterly humiliating to be a grown man, naked on the ground crying like a baby, it did stop him from having to go outside to the bbq party and be seen by his cousins he thought. He hoped she would get frustrated with him enough to simply take him home and once home he would have enough time to figure out a way out of this situation.
“Ronny, why don’t you take Drakie into your room for a while,” He heard Lisa call out the window to her teenage son, “I think he needs a time out.”
Drake heard the back door slide open and before he knew what was happening he was being thrown over the shoulder of Ronny, Lisa’s 16 year old son. “Hey kiddo, let’s go to my room, I’ve got some toys for you to play with.”
21 years old, weak as a baby and over the shoulder of a teenager, Drake was mortified. He tried to get free but Ronny was too strong for him.
“Oh, you better put a diaper on him, just in case,” Lisa called after, “It was ok out in the back yard, but if he makes a mess inside, that’s not acceptable. “
“Of course,” Angela said handing Ronny the diaper bag, “Be good and behave with Ronny.”
Angela patted Drake on the bottom as he was cared to the bedroom. He heard Angela thanking Lisa for having Ronny take him for a while and how she needed a rest from her little guy.
Once in the bedroom, Ronny dropped the diaper bag and put Drake down, “Now you stay here for a moment Drakie, I’ll be right back. I need to go get you the stuffed bear I got for you.”
Ronny left the room and closed the door behind him. Drake saw this as his chance. He grabbed the lamp from the bag and with his other hand he tried to cover his genitals. He hated the idea of Ronny coming back and seeing him nude again. Though he tried, his hand wasn’t large enough to cover his penis and balls, “I wish it was easier to cover up.”
He had said that absent mindedly, but as soon as he said it, he realized he had just made a wish. “Wish granted” he heard the djinns say from the lamp.
He looked down and saw to his horror his manly sized crotch area begin to shrink. Soon he was left with a penis and balls that were the size of a toddlers hanging from his adult hairless body. His hand could now easily hide his crotch area.
“I didn’t mean that!” he cried out, his gaze still looking down at his shrunken member. The djinn appeared looking annoyed.
“I only performed the wish that was requested,” he said looking down now smirking at his handy work.
“I meant I wanted to cover up!” Drake yelled then quieted himself, fearing Ronny would hear him.
He tried to calm down, “Ok, I need to focus, Beldazarr. I don’t want to stay like this. I wish things were like they were before my first wish.”
“Granted,” the djinn said.
Drake smiled, thinking he had finally said the wish correctly, any moment finding himself wearing adult clothes again. But suddenly a whirl of memories seeped into his head. He wasn’t 21 years old, he wasn’t Angela’s son. Ronny wasn’t his cousin. False memories faded away and his correct memories flooded back in.
He was 45 years old, a successful business man, head of the company. He had found the lamp, and Beldazarr and had made a wish. He had wanted to be a few years younger in hopes to be able to compete more vigorously in the work place. It backfired and reality had changed, leaving him to believe he was a 21 year old college student.
“Angela isn’t my mother,” he said out loud to himself, “She’s my wife…Ronny’s my nephew…”
He jumped over the diaper bag and looked at himself in Ronny’s mirror. Looking at himself really for the first time, he was still physically 21 years old, with the crotch of a child. “Beldazarr! You didn’t change everything to the way they were before, just gave me back my memories!”
“Master said THINGS, he didn’t say what things he wanted changed, so I did the best I could,” the djinn smiled and vanished.
Just then the door re opened and Ronny came in holding a teddy bear, “Hey little guy, I got this for you. Now let’s get you diapered up.”