Slowly the vision of light returns to my eyes as I again awaken from slumber. How many days has it been, sense Ty had gained control? I haven't been counting, though I've been through Hell and back again. I don't know how much longer I can take this.
I lift myself off my bed, if it can be considered my own, I don't think I even own myself anymore, and fell onto my feet. What age was I this time? My body must have been around fours years old. There, in the corner of the room, in a golden rocking chair, Ty was sitting, swaying forward and back. He was smiling at my displeasure.
My family, he took away my family, this monster. He took my father, my mother, myself, and, thinking about it now, he took my foster brother. Tears began to well in my eyes. I hate to let him, but I could'n't help the overflowing tears in my eyes, pouring down my cheeks. Ty began to laugh at me, laugh at my misery.
This was a monster in my room, controlling my life, controlling the world. I spoke to him, but my tears were not silent "You took them away." Ty, or what looked like Ty, at least, put on a curious, but still evil, expression. "What are you going on about, baby?" He snickered, and I spoke again, my voice quivering even more than before "You took my mother!" the monster laughed "She deserved it!" my turn "You took my father!" and the monster laughed harder "He was even worse!" I had one last thing to say "You took my brother!"
Ty stopped laughing. He looked at me with an expression that I couldn't quite understand, and he asked me "What did you say?" I lost it. I ran at him and punched and kicked with little blows, blows that couldn't possibly hurt him, but still I hit as hard as I could. "You took my brother!" I cried out "Give him back! Give him back to me! I want him back!" He was shaking now "Shut up! He ordered. I kept screaming at him, crying out "I want my father back! My mother back! I want my brother back! Give them back to me, give me back my brother!" He was trembling.
Looking up into Ty's eyes, I saw tears. He tried to speak, but his voice wasn't anywhere to be found. I just kept wailing at him, crying for my family, and soon, he spoke. It wasn't clear, but it certainly was audible "I'm so sorry!" With his words, my vision turned brighter and brighter until all I could see was bright white. The house shook, and the room shifted, and I fell on the door. I blinked, and my vision returned, but all I could see was my bed coming straight down on me, and I let out a short-lived scream before it hit me with great force, and the world seemed no more.
I awaken slowly, very slowly, as light spat violently at my open eyes. It felt like eternity before the light calmed, and I realized that I was in my own room. I looked at my body; yep, I was still a four year-old. But then I heard a voice calling for me from somewhere else in the house, definitely from down the stairs "Dustin, sweetie, get ready for breakfast!" It was mom's voice. She was back, she was back to normal! I stood up, off of my bed, and I realized that it wasn't too big for me. It wasn't very high at all, perfectly sized for me! I headed for the door, and there was a step ladder nailed onto the door. I used the step ladder to reach the door nob, and I walked out into the hall. heading for the bathroom.
The bathroom door also had a step ladder, and when I entered I immediately closed and locked the door. Okay, what's happening? I thought over and over different scenarios. Did mom think I was always like this? Am I four years old, or a sixteen year-old in a toddler's body? Was dad back, too? Where was Ty? But mom and dad, how I wanted to see them.
I shed my pajamas; they were a child's pajamas, buttoned up, clearly meant for my age, or developmental age, at least. I shed them, dreading to look at what became of my dick. When I felt a weight between my legs, on my crotch, I looked down. It wasn't small, it was huge! It must have been seven inches, and it was flaccid! My balls were quite big, too! I noticed that I was even muscular! not just muscular, massively so! Sure, I was short and young, but these were muscles that could only be explained by years of weight lifting! Now I was really confused. I looked again to my dick and balls. They looked young, though. They were smooth, they were pale, and they seemed a bit more lively. I got dressed as fast as I could, but the bulge in my shorts was way too big! That's when I noticed, on the wall, was a jockstrap. Of course, I thought. Can't be gifted like this without consequences. I redressed, this time with the jockstrap on, and quickly hurried out of the bathroom, down the hall and down the stairs.
After turning a corner to my right while I headed down the stairs, I saw both my mother and father in the kitchen, having a conversation about me. My mother was the first I heard speak "I'm still worried about him! So young, yet so strong! He's clever, too. He's smarter than the both of us!" Before my father could respond, I walked in, interrupting their conversation. My mother smiled at me and gestured for me to sit at the table. I couldn't do it, I just ran towards her and hugged her, though thankfully not with all my strength. Mom gasped "Wow, there, what's all this about?" I replied quickly "I love you, mom! You too, dad!" I hugged my father as well. Before they could ask about anything, I was the first to ask a question "Where's Ty?" I asked. Mom just stared at me "He's in his room. He's sick, remember?" I didn't bother saying anything else, I just ran up the stairs and into Ty's bedroom.
There he was, , Ty, laying in bed. He was pale, green, definitely ill. He looked at me "Hey Dustin. What is it?" he asked. I stared at him with a mean glare "Don't act so innocent! What game are you playing at?" he frowned at me. A single tear in his eye, he spoke again "No more games, Dustin. I'm done. Everything is back to how it was supposed to be, except for you. To you, I gave a few gifts. I made sure that they won't make anything too bad. Sure, you'll be treated by strangers as a simple-minded toddler, but it'll be fine, trust me. I took away my power already, and after this conversation, I'll forget it ever existed. I'll forget this conversation, and I'll believe life was always like this. Of course, I made sure I'll be happier. See, I made myself a bit more impressive. Not as impressive as you, but impressive enough for mom and dad to treat me better." Ty sighed.
Ty fell asleep just then. So, was this it? My new life? Ty's new life? It wasn't that bad, actually it was great! How do I react to this? I don't care, I'll get used to it. I'm a genius toddler with a God-sized package and extreme muscles. I can make this work, though. No more bullying Ty. I can make this work for myself and Ty. Everything's going to work out fine.