College Boy/Toddler Boy

Chapter 3
One Big Happy Family

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Chapter Description: It's the weekend, and Stevie's family spends time together with the people he love the most.

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A week passed by, and my new life hadn’t been much meaningful. The lab which I volunteered for their little experiment had settled me and my family a sum of over 20 million. I was allowed to continue my education at home (a portion of it, at least). Jimmy and I became close friends (as in for toddlers). And I got used to the baby routine every single day.

The weekend was coming up and I was excited. As I sat and reading a Physics textbook, I couldn’t concentrate because I felt excited for the weekend. I hadn’t spend time with my family for a long time, so I looked forward to it. A chapter on Newton’s laws of motion was interesting, but I quickly got bored fast. I would much rather playing with my toy cars. At least I got my pacifier to calm me through the learning process.

"Stevie, are you almost done?" mom said as she saw me reading.

I took out my pacifier and said, "Yeah,"

"Did you read a lot?"

"Uh-huh, Harry too!" I said, holding my stuffed bunny at my mom.

My mom laughed and walked to me. It was dinner time so my mom carried me to the dining table. I was put into my seat and waited until everyone got to the table. My sister sat next to me. She was carrying a textbook to the table, too. She always studied hard and did homework whenever she can. She looked at me and smiled. My dad sat opposite of me.

"Hey, son," my dad said.

"Hi, dad!" I said.

My dad just got back from work. He looked glad to be home, too. He was always busy those days for some reason. I thought it had something to do with the new company partnership (my dad was a sales manager).

"What’s for dinner tonight?" my dad asked.

"Roast beef, steamed carrots, and coleslaw," my mom said.

"Are you sure Stevie can eat all that?" my dad said.

"Of course, he can eat it all," my sister said, "But he’s gonna be a really fat baby in the end,"

"Sandy!" I said.

"I’m just joking, Stevie. Have a sense of humor,"

The food was really good. Again, the food was chopped up for me to eat chew them better. No one trusted me with a knife, and I didn’t want to use one either. Like any time, I chewed and swallowed my food, little by little until the plate was empty. But then, I still felt hungry.

"Um, can I get seconds?" I said.

"You’re still hungry there, boy?" my dad said.

I nodded.

"Well, you can have some of mine. I can’t finish it this much," my dad said, referring to his dieting routine.

He cut a portion of the roast beef and cut it up further into smaller pieces. It took him a solid few minutes, and I couldn’t stand waiting. I was drooling down my cheek as I watched other people eating hungrily. Finally, dad put the pieces of meat into my smaller plate.

"Thanks, dad!" I said.

I quickly grabbed my plastic fork and consume the meat pieces. I smiled when I was chewing the tender beef. It was rich and flavorable. And as a baby, I ate a little too fast and ended messing the table and my bib. I thought there were some sauce around my mouth. I chewed with my mouth open, so my sister was a little disgusted.

"Stevie, close your mouth!" my sister said.

I did that until I finished eating. Finally, I felt full. I gulped down my sippy cup of fruit punch. I spilled a bit, though. Mom to the rescue again; she got a wipe and cleaned my face. I kept looking at my sister the whole time, like I was envoking a response. She seemed to be getting mad at me, though. I was afraid she might grab me all of a sudden.

Instead, though, dad got me in the armpits and pulled me up really quickly. I felt a sudden rush like being shot up in a rocket. Suddenly, I was held upside down. I looked up to my feet and saw my dad holding me by the legs.

"Dad!" I said.

"You like being upside down?" my dad said.

"No! I’m not not!" I said.

"Alright, then,"

Dad flipped me up right side up, holding me in his arms. I could feel how strong he became. He must have worked out a lot be that tough.

"You know, twist of fate is really strange. Only a month ago you were a man, but you were back to being a baby again," dad said, "The last time I held you like this was a long time ago. Can’t believe I’m doing that right now,"

"I know, dad," I said.

"You know, if you were big, I would ask you to do the dishes," dad said, "Well, I’m the only one who’s a real man in this house, I’ll do it,"

"Can I help?" I said.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded and smiled.

"Let’s go,"

I stood on a stool while dad stood beside me. My job was to rinse the dishes before putting them away. I was careful to not drop anything. Everything felt heavier, especially the glass dishes. I didn’t break anything yet, so I don’t want to get started. Finally, dad helped me wash my hands, running them under the tap. Then, he helped dried them.

"Isn’t that sweet, helping his dad wash the dishes?" my mom said, "And look how clean your hands are,"

She held my hand, and took a closer look. Suddenly, she picked me up. I tried to struggle, but didn’t succeed.

"That doesn’t give you an excuse for not taking a bath," my mom said again.

For the past week, I started to occasionally evade the bathing routine. Also, I even evaded the changing routine. I didn’t know why, but I like avoid being cleaned up. I stayed in a wet and messy diaper for more than half an hour, one time, hiding and running from mom until she finally caught me one day. Well, she got me in her captive now. She was going to give me a bath and no one will stop her.

She got me out of my clothes and Pampers, wiped me up, and put me in the warm bath water. The same routine all over again, and then she got me out, putting me in a clean diaper and PJ tops. It was Friday night, and the next day would be the start of the weekend. So, I was allowed to chill and be purely a baby for the rest of the night.

Prime time TV wasn’t so bad, although I still remember the old shows which were much better. Nevertheless, I was enjoying it. With mom, dad, and Sandy as company, I felt that we were bonding as a family again. We laughed at the jokes presented on TV, and occasionally made references to real life things.

"I missed your jokes, big baby brother," my sister said, "And it sounded much funnier with the baby talk,"

"Really?" I said.

"Yeah, squeeky. You even sound funny when you try to talk ’normal’,"

"Hey, it’s because of my mouth. I can’t control that,"

"I know, that’s why it’s so funny,"

I ended up sitting on my sister’s lap for the remainder of the show. Then, it was nine o’clock, and it was my bed time. My parents asked my sister to put me in bed. I whined and protest, of course, saying that the weekend is when I am allowed to stay up late.

"Well, babies have to sleep on time," Sandy said, "I’m putting you in bed whether you like it or not,"

She got into my room and set me down in my bed. She put a pacifier in my mouth and kissed me goodnight. I lied down there, thinking about my life so far. Well, I thought about my new life too often at this point, and tried to get some sleep. I cuddled Harry and slept soundly.

I found myself waking up suddenly. I opened my eyes and took a rush of breath. I just woke up from a dream. It was a pretty weird dream, too. I forgot most of it, but I can tell I was a baby in that dream and that I was being chased by some monster and I had to save the day. Talking about being a toddler hero praised by the rest of the population.

I laid in bed for a while to think about it. I had dreamed many times before after my transformation, but never this extraordinary. It would be nice if I were to be a hero who saved many people from treachery, all within a body of a toddler. I felt kind of happy having that thought. I realized that I can do something that might change the world while embodying a little boy.

I decided to get up. It was a good thing that the built-in sides of my bed weren’t that high, so I climbed over them. I was careful with my footing so that I won’t trip. I climbed down and set my little feet on the ground. With Harry in my arms, I walked downstairs. I toddled down the steps like any baby would. Again, I was careful with footing so that I won’t trip. Passed the hallway, I got myself into the kitchen. Mom was there, as I expected.

"Hey, baby boy," my mom said, "You’re already up. I was going to check on you,"

I smiled at her. "Good morning, mommy," I said.

"Good morning, Stevie. That’s just so sweet," my mom said, kneeling in front of me, and gave me a kiss in the cheeck, "Do you need a change? No. I’ll check it myself. I don’t trust you,"

She pulled up my PJ tops and gave a tickle treatment. I giggled a little. Then, mom got her face close to my tummy, and went down to smell my diaper. She got held back by the smell of course. Using her hands now, she pressed into my diaper in different places with her fingers. She knelt up, and faced me.

"You know, I’ll give you a chance this time," my mom said, "I know how much you like to be in wet diapers, so I’ll let you run around and play for a while before I finally change you. But promise me that you find me if you get really wet or leaky or if the Pampers is sagging, okay?"

"Okay, mommy. Thanks!" I said before taking off.

Liking to be in a wet diaper is a little weird when I came to think of it. But like many things in life, people liked extraordinary or abnormal things. I don’t think it’s wrong to like wearing a pee-soaked diaper, even if it because of strong feelings of the sort. A little unhealthy, maybe, because pee can be irritating to the skin and maybe cause a rash.

I won’t worry about a rash, since mom would always apply extra oil and rash cream on me. I continued to enjoy my life, and my diaper. I felt happy to be allowed to wear my soaked up Pampers for a while longer than they would ever let me. If anyone would to watch me, it might look like I was just being a happy little boy.

I walked over to the living room, squatting down and playing with my model cars. That got boring quickly. Then, I go to the building blocks. I thought of a structure to build and I pieced together the blocks into a generic arc bridge. Finished it in ten minutes, too.

Running of options, I turned on the TV. Saturday morning cartoons would perk me up. I climbed on the couch and sat on my squishy butt. The wetness on my skin was amazing to say the least. As I watched TV, I suddenly felt different about something. I started to think about diapers. Then, I thought about me being in diapers. I looked down at my vey soggy diaper. Then, a sudden increase of heart rate.

I started to breath shallower and faster. Having a fetish for something pretty normal makes extraordinary. I had a fetish for diapers, especially when I use them. I didn’t know it was possible for me--as a baby that lacked any testosterone or the type--to get aroused. Actually, I felt aroused at times for the past week, but nowhere this strong. Another thing I also felt was something hardening within my diaper.

With the rest of the world channeled out, I took my left hand and moved it down the front of my diaper. I could feel the wetness on my hands from the diaper and my skin. I reached down deeper until I found my penis. It was hard as a rock! I grabbed it and felt how soft it was even when it was erect. I was in ecstacy, but it didn’t feel that sexual. I started rubbing it in innocent pleasure.

"Stevie, are you playing with your little pee pee?" my sister said loudly.

I was startled, and quickly pulled my hand out. "No, I wasn’t." I said.

"Don’t lie, I saw you!" my sister said again.

My mom appereared after hearing all the commotion. My sister whispered something to my mom. She looked at me with an expression of disbelief.

"Stevie, is that true that you were...masturbating?" my mom said.

I kept quiet. I felt afraid. I couldn’t belief I actually got caught doing something so private. Well, I wasn’t doing in where no one would walk in or saw me. I thought I was safe in the living room. I thought I can do it quickly and get a jolt of almost forgotten orgasm. I missed being an adult, and someone who can actually "do it."

"Stevie, I’m going to ask you again. What did you do?" my mom said.

"I was just checking it out! I couldn’t stand it! I just wanna feel good for a second," I said, almost crying.

"But you were touching yourself," my mom said.

I nodded, and then looked down. I frowned in shame. Then, mom sat beside me as well as Sandy. My mom started to tousle my hair.

"Did you feel horny?" my mom said.

I was shocked but I just looked at her and gave her a nod.

"What were you horny about?"

I couldn’t believe what my mom was asking. She asked what I was horny about? I couldn’t even grasp what she was trying to do. Sexuality should be private, and I felt humiliated to say anything. I tried to say something. Something stopped me though.

"Don’t be afraid. Just say it. We’ll listen,"

Then I explained all about my love for diapers, how I love wetting and messing in them. I also explained my infantilist feelings when I was still a fully grown man. I explained how diapers got me turned on, and how imagining myself being a little boy again made me happy. I also said that since it was kind of a dream come true when I turned into a little boy again.

"So, you weren’t thinking about girls?" Sandy said.

"No, not since I turned into a baby," I said.

"But you still like women, right?" Sandy said.

"Um, yeah, I think," I said, with my cheeks blushed.

"I knew you were going to say about diapers," my mom said, "We know you like being diapered and be a baby again. At first, I felt sad, but now when you become a real baby again, I felt happy. I felt happy because I know you don’t have to grow up. That means I can keep you as a baby for a long time,"

They knew! How could they not? When my stuff was brought back, of course they would find my stash of diapers, my baby paraphelinia, the pictures I took in my camera, among other things. I hope they didn’t think I’m a pervert for keeping the pictures of toddler boys which helped me imagine myself as one.

Suddenly, my mom whispered something at Sandy. I didn’t know what it was, though. Then, my sister picked me up and brought me upstairs. She removed my soggy diaper and wiped me clean a bit. I noticed that my little penis was still a little stiff. I felt embarrassed and blushed. Sandy didn’t seem to care, though, at best she smiled when she saw it.

Then the bath routine started. I didn’t feel that embarrassed anymore. My sister washed me, cleaned me and soaped my whole body. She started with my hair, then to my upper body, then went down to my toes going up to legs. She carefully stood me and started washing my private parts. That is until she concentrated on my little thing.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Well, since you looked upset because you couldn’t finish what you did, mom asked me to do it for you!" she said.

She was rubbing me, feeling me, and in a sense, masturbating me. I giggled in pleasure, though I felt a little humiliated. It wasn’t sexual, though, since I didn’t actually fantasizing anything gratifying. It was purely innocent pleasure, which was helping me eliminate stress from my emotions. Since it wasn’t sexual, she wasn’t molesting me either. If she was, I wouldn’t just stand there letting her doing that.

Ah, an orgasm. Something I missed from previous life. A shock of pleasure moved to all parts of my body. Then, I felt a sort of tingling sensation in a my spine. I let out a loud moan, and sighed. I almost fell, and I would have if my sister hadn’t caught me. Then, everything became calm. My emotions were positive, and my mind was clear. I was stress free to say the least.

"How do you feel?" Sandy asked.

"Great! I feel good!" I said ecstatically.

"No more naughty feelings?" Sandy said.

I shook my head. She then laughed and smiled at me.

"Good boy," Sandy said and kissed me in the cheek, "If you feel naughty, you can do it yourself, but where no one can see you. It’s normal for real boys to touch themselves there, so we won’t be mad at you for doing that. But, if you need ’help,’ just ask me okay?"

"Okay," I said.

"Don’t tell mom about the last part. She’ll be mad at me," Sandy said.

She carried me to the changing table and put me in a Pampers Cruisers diaper. It felt really, really flexible, and I couldn’t believe how thin it was. I know I’ve wore it when I was an adult, but actually fit in it as a toddler was something else. I felt like sprinting in the Olympics wearing this diaper.

Next, comes my t-shirt. She gave me a blue and white striped t-shirt for me to wear, and then a shirt to over it. I left the shirt unbuttoned. She then gave me a pair of jeans for me to wear. I missed wearing jeans, but a part of me wanted to say pantsless. Well, I guess that we were going somewhere so it’s just proper to wear some pants. I put on the jeans, fastening around my waist. It sat below my diaper a bit, so you can see the top of my Pampers.

"Good boy," my sister said, "Dressed all by yourself!"

I felt happy and proud. I like being praised for the things I do. Sandy took my hand, and walked me downstairs. I saw dad sitting at the breakfast table and having his cup of coffee. Mom was making pancakes. Sandy boosted me up my chair and gave me an already prepared bottle of formula. Then, came the plate of pancakes in front of me. It wasn’t cut up. I guess I can eat it without having any difficulty.

"So, is everyone ready?" dad asked.

Everyone just gave a "yes." I squealed a yes, actually, so loudly that everybody just paused and then laughed at me. I was just finishing up my breakfast, and then mom cleaned my face and hands. Out of the house and into the car, I was strapped into the car seat. Dad started the car and there we go.

In the car, I couldn’t hide my excitement. Saturday day trips to the mall had always been something I enjoyed. I sang along the songs on the radio, and apparently nobody really mind. In fact, I think they are enjoying it. I also played with Harry, acting as if he was an animate object and a person. My sister also contributed to the make-belief fantasy of mine. It was pretty enjoyable. Childish, but fun.

The mall was located about 20 minutes from home. It was a big mall with everything anyone would expect. Dad pulled into the parking garage, finding a spot a little farther away since there was already a lot of people. I didn’t mind walking a little far. I was hyper.

Passing through the automatic sliding doors, I was content. The mall was always my place to be if I really wanna hang out. I didn’t know what toddlers can do here, but I was there to find out. My sister held my hand while we were walking in. We were on the bottom floor, where the fountain was in the middle. Up above was the skylight, and looking over the bottom floor were the upper floors.

First order of business were clothes. The clothing store we were in sell pretty cheap clothes. They were generic, but really good. On top of that, discounts of up to 80 percent off really attracted a lot of people. Dad went off to find new shirts for work, while I was stuck with mom and Sandy who browsed through and tried on clothes, in which I became very bored quickly.

"Seriously, Sandy, make up your mind!" I whined.

"I’m making a hard decision here, Stevie. Let me choose," Sandy said.

I sighed and walked away for a bit. I couldn’t really stand her "choosing" of clothes. She was deciding between a pink blouse or a red pants, and mom said she could only choose one. I walked further away but stayed within sight. Then, I saw dad and went towards him. He was trying on a jacket when he noticed me.

"Alright, son, man to man," he said to me, "Honestly, what do you think?"

I took a moment to ponder. I looked at every single aspect, analyzing the color, the texture, the size, and the fit. "I think it looks okay on you dad," I said, "But get a different color,"

"Good idea," dad said. He went and tried on a similar one. It was black with red lines going down. Stylish was the word describing it.

"Awesome, dad!" I said in a very toddler-like fashion.

"Cool, I’m taking it," dad said.

Finally, the two most important women in my life were done with their pick. Then, it was my turn to choose. The juvenile clothing section was filled with bright and cheery colors. On the walls, child models were pictured wearing different style of clothing. I saw a few toddlers pictured, too. I knew I was near where my clothes would be.

"Hey, I think this look great on you!" my mom exclaimed.

She showed me a pair of footed sleepers. It was green in color with stars patterned on it. I was intrigued. It looked really nice and I thought I would look really nice in it. It was in my size, too.

"What do you think?" my mom said again.

"I like it," I said simply, grinning and giggling.

"Hey, what about these?" Sandy said from nearby.

She was holding up t-shirts. They were in different colors and different designs, as well. A couple of them were polo shirts, too. I like them, too. I thought my wardrobe was to expand with all the new clothes I was getting. In fact, we ended buying three footed sleepers, 4 new pajamas, six new t-shirts, two new overalls, and one new pair of pants.

After checking out our items, I was brought to change. Usually, we would be alone when I need changing, but this time, there were at least another two kids who needed a change of diapers. Other than Jimmy, I was never changed together with another kid. Thankfully no one suspected that I was 19 years old.

"Aw, he’s such a sweet little boy," a woman said to my mom, "How old is he?"

"He’s about two and a half," my mom replied.

"Oh, he’s that old. Did you start toilet training him yet?"

"Well, he’s not ready yet. Besides, what’s the harm of keeping a little boy in diapers a little longer, right?"

"Yeah, I know!" the woman said again, "Diapers these days are too cute not to let our babies wear them. I’ve been thinking of toilet training my little Phil, but I don’t think I’ll start until he’s about three or so,"

And the conversation went on, with me reminded about what a toilet really was. Weird, that was the only thing I didn’t miss from my days of being an adult. And it sounded like my mom wanted to keep me in diapers indefinitely. Since because I won’t grow up I won’t outgrow the diapers, it was a huge possibility.

I was redressed and kept in my overalls. I didn’t expect mom to let me be pantsless since it would still be a long day. Our next stop was the department store that sells pretty much everything. From gardening supplies to sports equipment, I was there to just watch as other people get stuff.

Dad wanted to buy a new toolbox and some materials. He was thinking of new racks for our garage. I was with him to watch him "hunt" for the right stuff. For years, dad always liked to try new things. I never thought carpentry would be in his taste.

I got bored and wanted to check out other things. But eventually, I stuck to just following dad getting stuff for his new project. The only thing I could do freely was sucking on my pacifier. It was incredibly soothing and helped kept me occupied.

"Alright, you’re up for the movie?" dad said while he was paying for his stuff.

I just smiled with my pacifier in my mouth. Dad just smiled back and tousled my hair. We met up with mom and Sandy and walked out of the stores. They discussed about the movie and I kept quiet since I didn’t really know what was on. Mom and dad gone to the car to put away our stuff while I was stuck with my sister in a queue to buy tickets. Sandy told me that the movie was an animated movie that I might like.

After about 15 minutes, we got our tickets for the movie we wanted. Mom and dad were waiting at the side. The screening time was to commence soon, so mom and dad said we shouldn’t stick around. First order of business, popcorn and drinks. I didn’t know whether mom would let me have them, though.

"Okay, you can have whatever you want," my mom said.

I was surprised and happy at the same time. Certain indulgences were something I cannot think of losing. Having a popcorn and coke while watching a film was something I enjoyed. Usually, mom wouldn’t let me have so much sugar, but she gave me a chance this time.

We entered and sat on our designated seats. I was big enough to have my own seat, so I have all the private space I needed. After rolling in the commercials and movie trailers, the film started with a big bang. I remembered paying attention to every single detail. I didn’t remember blinking, though. However, I was sure that I had more sugar and salt than I should have.

"How was it, big baby brother?" Sandy asked.

"It was great!" I exclaimed. Mom and dad only cheered at my enthusiasm.

The reason why we only had a little snack (with the exception of me, maybe) was because we were heading for lunch just after. I had an entire burger (the regular meal, too), French fries, and since I had too much soda already, orange juice. I couldn’t believe I ate that much despite the fact that I took in a lot of food for the duration of the film. My appetite was incredible that day. I thought I gained a few pounds.

Suddenly, I felt sleepy. I yawned widely and my eyelids became as heavy as an eighteen wheeler truck. My eyes closed to slits when I remembered dad carried me up to his shoulders.

The next thing I remembered was waking up in my bed at home. I was lying down on my side. In my arms, I was cuddling Harry. There was a pacifier in my mouth, although it bobbed slightly, almost falling out. My head felt a little fuzzy. It wasn’t exactly a headache, but I felt a little terrible. I must have slept for hours to be feeling like that. It felt like my head weighed several tons. I couldn’t get it up.

I turned and laid on my back. I looked up to the white ceiling. My mind was blank. I couldn’t really think of anything. Harry was my only company through my conflict of thought. I think I laid there for more than 10 minutes before I had the strength to get up. I noticed I was in only a t-shirt and a diaper. I figured that by that time, everybody know that I like to sleep like that.

I sat up, and then stood up. When I did, there was a huge bulge between my legs. My diaper was soaked. It was so soaked that I thought it was at the brink of leaking if I ever pee again. Then, I climbed down my bed, bringing Harry with me. I started walking, and wow, I was waddling because the bulge was really big.

I waddled out of my room and somehow ended up at my sister’s door. I saw her sitting on her computer browsing through Facebook. She wasn’t looking at the door so she didn’t notice me. I walked in. I saw her clock and it was around four in the afternoon.

"Hi, Sandy," I said when standing next to her.

"Hi, Stevie!" she said when she noticed me, "How was your nap?"

"It was alright," I said.

Suddenly, I peed again. I knew it; some pee dripped out and down my thighs. Sandy noticed this, and she quickly grabbed me. I struggled for a bit, giggling and begging her to let me go.

"Gotcha! Now you can’t run," Sandy said, "Let’s get you changed."

On the changing table, Sandy took off my diaper. Indeed, it was incredibly soaked and soggy. It was pretty wet as I could feel pee on my skin. My sister showed me my "handy work" before rolling it and throwing away. Then, the wiping, the powdering, and then the re-diapering.

"Alright, you’re nice and dry now," my sister said and picked me up.

She then carried me downstairs and set me on the couch. I saw there was nobody else at home. Only my sister and I were present. She turned on the TV and got me to watch.

"Where’s mom and dad?" I asked.

"They are getting some stuff at the supermarket for tonight," my sister said.

"What’s happening tonight?"

"Oh, we forgot to tell you," my sister said, "There will be dinner party at Mrs. Gallahan’s house. A lot of people will be there. You know the Gallahans always do something and invite our neighbors,"

That means I can see Jimmy that night. I love how the Gallahans always throw parties just for the heck of it. Also, Mrs. Gallahan would prepare sort of a feast with the help of other people. When there are people, there are kids I can guess. And people will know what actually happened to me, if they didn’t know it yet.

"Here’s a bottle for you," my sister said, handing me a bottle of formula.

I thanked her and drank down the bottle of formula. I started thinking about what will happen that night. I hope it’s casual because I don’t feel like dressing at night.

It was seven o’clock. My family and I stood in front of the Gallahans’ after ringing the bell. For me, it was a place too familiar. To keep things simple, I was put into a blue t-shirt and a pair of shorts. The rest of us wore casual, of course. Then, the door opened, and Mrs. G appeared.

"Hey, guys!" Mrs. Gallahan said, "It’s nice for you to come. And Stevie’s here too,"

She bent down and looked me in the eye. I always felt that welcoming feeling whenever I saw her. She tickled me in the chin. I let out a giggle. Then, Mrs. Gallahan welcomed us in. I saw a lot of people present, some I know, some I don’t know. There were some babies sitting with the women, but there were no sign of kids anywhere in the front of the house.

"Come, the kids are in the back," Mrs. Gallahan said.

My sister walked me to the back to the room designated as a play area. I had a lot of experience here, especially with Jimmy. There were other kids in there, and some teenagers, too. Well, the guys are minding their own business, and the girls were gossiping (and my sister jumped in), while the rest of the kids were playing and interacting. I saw Jimmy and he sort of ran to me. He hugged me tight around the abdomen.

"Nice to see you too, Jimmy," I said.

Jimmy then showed me to his toys. It was newer toys, too. I bet his mom always got him new toys to play with. That explains why there are a lot of toys in Mrs. Gallahan’s house, from big to small. The toys for the older kids were of the Gallahan’s older son who went to boarding school just before I went to college. I had a privilege of playing those, as well, and showing Jimmy how to play with them properly.

"Is that really your brother?" I heard a girl said something loudly.

"Yeah, that’s him. That’s Steve," my sister replied.

My attention shifted to the girls. I turned away from playing with Jimmy and tried to listen to their conversation.

"Are you sure? I thought Steve’s 19," another girl said.

"Well, he was, until something happened to him. Remember when I told you my brother was in the hospital? Yeah, that was after the accident that turned him into this," my sister said.

"Aw, he’s so cute now. And so little, too. I feel like squeezing him!" another voice said.

Suddenly, I was picked up from behind by my sister. Jimmy noticed I was going away and tried to follow, but I asked him to stay and play, in which he complied without trouble. My sister sort of showed me to the other girls. I recognized most of them. Sandy’s friends, Laura, Tammy, and Samantha looked pretty pleased to see me as a toddler. They always had known me as the older brother of Sandy, whose aspiration of masculinity was a little immature although somewhat true. They sort of admired my "cutie-ness" for being such a "sweet little toddler." I wasn’t a handsome person back in my previous life, but a lot of girls were fond of me. Now, I might attract the attention of girls because I can melt their hearts by just being myself.

"Oh, you think he’s cute like this?" my sister said, "Wait till you see what’s under there,"

"I bet it’s really sweet!" Laura said.

I knew they were referring to my penis. I blushed in embarrassment. When I was a teenager, I was always proud of my manhood, the signature of my masculinity, but it wasn’t exactly I would show to everyone. My sister was just kidding, though. She wouldn’t strip me in front of everyone just to show my most private object. I hoped that I was changed in private. I didn’t like to be naked in front of people, as a toddler or not.

"Alright, who wants food?" Mrs. Gallahan said.

The kids were invited to join in. The older kids can get food for themselves, but the two toddlers, Jimmy and I, had to get help from someone else. Well, we got our own food prepared beforehand and we ate quietly on our chairs near where everyone was eating. That means everyone can see me and Jimmy enjoying our food.

"Hey, who’s that sitting next to Jimmy? I never seen him before," a woman said.

"Oh, that’s my son, Stevie," my mom said.

I heard my name being called. The ladies were looking at my general direction and I knew they were talking about me. I kept eating, trying not to bother about them. Besides, the food was so good that I couldn’t stop myself from munching away. I noticed that Jimmy’s spooning skills improved as he didn’t make much of a mess when he spooned that creamy soup into his mouth.

"I thought Steve was at college," another woman said.

"He was, but he had an accident and had to go home," my mom said.

"Oh yeah, you told me Steve was in the hospital. What happened to him?"

"Let’s just say you’re looking at him now,"

My mom spilled the beans. They couldn’t believe that I turned into a toddler. It was good thing that she convinced them to keep this quiet because it might endanger our family. Then, within minutes, everybody knew. I quickly became a little celebrity. Everybody started asking me questions.

"Well, how I became like this, I can’t tell you," I said.

They didn’t seem to be wanting to ask more questions. It was extraordinary for them and for me to accept that physically regressing to a younger body was possible. A simple lab accident had turned my life upside down and gave me the chance to start fresh. Because of the somewhat secretive nature of what happened to me, everybody pledged that they will keep it quiet.

The rest of the night was uneventful. However, I occasionally had someone trying to pull me into a conversation, interrupting my time with Jimmy. I politely declined, saying that I wanted to spend time with my little friend. Jimmy and I became close, and I knew this ever since I first met him at the park the other day. And the news of my transformation put more attention to me. I was cared for by everyone. I knew that from that day onwards, I have a big happy family around me.

 

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