The Christmas Star

Chapter 2
Christmas Morning, Again.

Chapter Description: Ben discovers what happened after he blacked out.

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Ben awoke in a haze. Lying on his back, he attempted to swing over to his side, but found he could not. He looked over at his hand and realized he could not control it easily.

He thought maybe he had been shocked by the outlet, but as he studied his uncontrollable, jerking hand, he noticed how swelled up it seemed to be. Had he hurt it somehow? But wait, he thought, noticing the strange shadows cast across his arms by the darkened room, I’m not in my room, am I? Where could I be?

As he struggled to clear his mind, the light suddenly flicked on in the room and his mother strolled into the room, looking younger than he could ever remember her looking. As the bright yellow incandescent bulb lit up the room, what he saw seemed impossible.

It was his old room from when he was only a little kid. A room that only existed in faint memories and photo albums. Baby Looney Toons decals stuck on the walls and brightly colored balloon motifs decorated the trim and moulding. As he glanced up, a mobile of pastel shapes: triangles, squares and circles bopped and swirled above his head.

A large stuffed giraffe which towered over what he now realized was his crib stood guard in the far corner.

His impossibly young mother rushed to the side of his crib, leaning both arms over the rails and smiling down at him. As thoughts rushed through his head, he looked his mother in the eyes.

“Gaaaa! Babaa...mmm-paa!” he yelled, realizing in frustration that he could only speak in baby babble. He only realized he was crying after his mother had already scooped him up by his armpits.

“Ohhhh, honey, what’s the matter?!” she asked, not expecting a reply, “it’s your first Christmas, honey, you should be happy!”

First Christmas?! He panicked. He tried to think of how old he was. Alright, if I was born in June, that’s one...two...holy shit, he realized with a sense of dread, I’m only barely six-months old again! His mind raced with what he realized came with being so young: he couldn’t walk, couldn’t talk, couldn’t...

“I know what’s wrong with you, sweetheart! You need a diapey change! Yes you do, yes you do!” she said, whisking him over to a yellow changing table in the corner of the room.

“Yes, you’re a stinky baby, aren’t you? Making poo-poos for mommy like a good boy!” she gushed, embarrassingly. As she put him down on the changing table, she hummed softly to him.

His face turned red with embarrassment. As she held down his chest, he tried to escape by kicking his legs but found that his mother was far too strong for him.

“Ben, be still so I can change your diaper! You’re soaking wet!” she muttered as she undid the snaps on his babyish outfit. As the fleecy onesie he was once clothed in slid off his body, he realized he was clad in only a soggy diaper which lay flat against the soft pad of the changing table. Had he really wet his diaper? Maybe if he could convince his mother that he wasn’t really six months old, he wouldn’t have to use diapers.

“Oh, honey-pie, look at the mess you made for mommy! You’re such a messy baby!” she exclaimed proudly, undoing the tapes on the sides of his slick plastic diaper. She grabbed a package of Pampers from underneath the table where he couldn’t see and put them next to him.

As she whisked away the diaper, he was left completely nude in front of his mother. He tried to cover himself up in shame but remembered how poorly he was able to control his arms, leaving his now tiny member exposed to the open air and his mother’s prying eyes.

“Ohhh, look at my little man! Look at his little wee-wee and what a cutie, look at those buns,” she said, grabbing his ankles with one hand and lifting him off the changing table to slide a new diaper underneath, “I could just eat them up!”

His mother took a box of baby wipes out from underneath the table and wiped away all the old pee that still clung to his legs. As he was being wiped down with the cold tissues, he couldn’t help the tiny, straining erection that resulted from being touched so intimately. His mother took notice and smiled, obviously nothing new to her, just a reaction from a little baby boy.

She grabbed his ankles again and shook a generous amount of Johnson’s Baby Powder over his bottom and genitals and massaged it into every fold of his lower body before taping the new diaper in place. He had never been more embarrassed in his life.

As his mother redressed him in a soft blue fleece onesie, he struggled to think of a way to reverse what had happened and return to the right time again. He thought back to the last thing he had done. He retraced his steps from talking with his relatives back to the star. That had to be it! His mom said that they’ve had that star since he was born, so maybe if he touched it again, he’d return to the right time!