Jeff realized he wearing a diaper, and the diaper was full. He stank. He crinkled his nose up, and started to cry.
"Unfreeze, Christina," Megan ordered with a yawn, as she turned away.
"Oh, my little man poopooed himself! Let's go get you cleaned up."
Jeff stopped screaming when his mother picked him. He was so tiny and helpless. She was handling him as if he was doll instead of a nearly full grown man. He started to bawl again.
It was so humiliating as his mother undressed him and hosed him down with the hand held shower in the bathtub.
She dried him off, powdered his tiny ass and wee-wee with baby powder after baby oil. Then she diapered him again.
"Ah, my little man. Let's get you dressed for the park. Megan and her boyfriend are going to take you to the park for a play date with your little friend, Alan," Christina said.
"Awan?" Jeff asked. Megan must have changed him too. Alan was Jeff's buddy, and he was Jeff's only hope because Alan knew about the Chronivac too. He had been 17, was he 3 too now.
"Yes, Alan."
His mother dressed him hurriedly and dumped him in front of the TV with Thomas the Train playing. And she was off to work.