BBoy

UPS - United Parcel Service

Nissan (aka Datsun) Keeping the car theme alive

Indian Tickle, Newfoundland & Labrador, Canada

Gorrie

Drumbo, Ontario Canada

First you need to give us a Z word before starting a new thread like Zambia. That is just cheating (you big cheater ). Dallas

Tiawan The rebel province

Sir Wilfred Laurier - a great Canadian Prime Minister

Just thought it fit perfectly into this topic. Samuel Jackson, the 17th century author (not the movie star)

I almost chose RC Duncan who in April 25, 1965 patented Pampers disposable diaper. Also had to change my F answer to a more deserving Canadian hero. Ho Chi Minh

Terry Fox I thought Donovan would be a good choice.

Marion Donovan Inventor of the waterproof covering for cloth diapers, aka Plastic Pants

Grrrr...I would suggest porn stars but researching them would probably raise the awareness of the local webmaster here. How about historical figures (bet that one hasn't been touched) Aleander the Great

Yeah that's it choose the good topics before I join in...boy names maybe but I prefer a challenge. Flowers. As for the first one...Aster. Game on! B.

I am upto chapter 16 but I'm having trouble getting 16 completed. I have at least another 3 or 4 chapters in my head.

The Return to Innocence - Part 6 by BBoy Mary had to think about this for a few seconds, “Babies suck their thumb. You should suck your thumb.” Jeff scoffed at the notion, but Mary insisted since she was in charge. “You have to suck your thumb, I dare you.” Jeff thought this was harmless and hoped Mary would tire of the game soon, so he stuck his thumb in his mouth without trying to suck. What he didn’t expect was his tongue and cheeks betraying him as his mouth involuntarily started to pull the thumb in and out. Jeff tried to remove his thumb but his now older sister put her hand in front forcing it to stay in. As Jeff’s mouth and tongue pulled on his thumb he began to relax and feel more secure. After a minute Mary removed her hand, Jeff continued to suck his thumb for a moment before stopping. “See I told you were a baby!” Jeff would have cringed from the comment however after peeing his pants, getting his first diaper change and then being told the new house rules he realized that sucking his thumb was pretty much what he was supposed to do. Mary grabbed the TV remote and found Sesame Street, “At least its not Barney.” Jeff thought to himself and went over to sit down beside Mary. The couch was huge to Jeff, as he stood there. The seat was half way up his chest however with his slender 25 lbs frame he was able to scale the couch with little difficulty. As he sat down the diaper crinkled heavily and the smell of baby powder wafted around him. Jeff poked at his diaper trying to get used to his new form, he found it warm and humid however it also somehow made him feel more comfortable. Distracted he looked up at the TV and got caught up in a skit with Big Bird. After 15 minutes Jeff was thoroughly into the program and didn't notice as his hand slowly moving up in front of his face and depositing his thumb back in his mouth. After an hour Margaret came back down stairs to see the two kids watching TV. Mary was squealing and giggling at the cartoon while Jeff was lying back on the couch sucking his thumb. To Margaret Jeff had become the epitome of an adorable baby. His blonde hair, big dimples and protruding belly melted Margaret’s heart, having another baby in the house had somehow made it much more warm and loving. “Jeffery, it’s time for your nap.” Margaret sang as she walked in the room. “Awww come on it’s the middle of the afternoon. I really don’t need to go to bed.” Margaret picked him up and carried him upstairs. “It’s a crib not a bed honey and yes it is time for your nap.” Jeff was dreading the moment, a crib was as much a cage, just made to look nicer. As they entered the nursery he noticed most of the renovations were done. Along with the crib and changing table, there were drawers for clothes, a shelf with a few baby products although he figured it would be full soon. Margaret dumped her baby in the crib then turned to get an outfit from the drawers. Jeff grabbed the bars and stood up looking over the side of the crib. His chin rested on the railing while he watched his former wife. “I’ve taken most of the clothes downstairs to wash but this will do for now.” She presented Jeff with a plain yellow one-piece sleeper and rested it on the rail while she reached between the bars and stuck two fingers down the front of his diaper. “Hey, if I’m wet I’ll let you know!” Jeff protested but Margaret didn’t listen, “No honey I have to check your diaper. Actually it’s a little damp, but you will be fine for your nap. Now give me your arms and we can get the sleeper on.” Jeff didn’t resist and tried to help as best he could for an uncoordinated two year old. Margaret finished tucking Jeff in under the covers. “Now you go to sleep, if there are any problems I have the baby monitor with me, just shout or cry if you need me.” As the door closed Jeff looked around the crib. The foot and backboards were painted with bunnies and one of Mary’s stuffed toys, a fuzzy elephant, had been placed at the head of the crib. Jeff was left to ponder, “I’m not even tired why can’t Margaret get past my size and realize I’m not a baby. This is ridiculous, when I get up from my nap I’m going…I’m going to have…have words with…zzzzzzzzz. With that Jeff fell fast asleep. Margaret smiled as she heard his snores through the monitor. A few hours later Margaret came into the room and quietly walk over to the crib where soft snores emanated. There was an adorable 2 year-old, eyes shut with his thumb between the lips. Margaret reached down, lightly rubbed his chest and softly talked to her youngest. “Time to get up sleepy head. If you keep napping all afternoon you won’t go to sleep till way past your bedtime. Come on let’s get you changed into something presentable.” He was a little groggy however he came to quickly, opening his eyes and smiled. He gazed up at her for a moment before becoming active, rolling over and climbing to his knees. Jeff crawled over to the side, grabbed the rail and hoisted himself up to a standing position. He held on to steady his balance while Margaret unzipped his sleeper. Once she removed his arms and pushed it down it pooled at his feet. Then gently she grabbed him under his armpits and hoisted him into the air, sitting him on the change table. Being lifted he could feel the diaper sagging low on his hips, however Jeff realized the accident when he was seated on the change table as the wet piling pressed coldly underneath him. Looking down at the sodden mess, he hesitantly reached down and squeezed the diaper to confirm his worst fear. The cold wet liner had compressed becoming heavy and thick and he groaned at his growing lack of toilet training. “Its okay honey. You were bound to expect this in your condition.” Margaret noticing Jeff’s distress tried to comfort him and rubbed his rubbed his back as he sat there motionless starring at his failure. Finally Margaret changed Jeff, placed him in a dry diaper, then proceeded to put him in a red shirt, blue pants, socks and little shoes. “There we are. Let’s get going we have a big afternoon of shopping.” Mary picked Jeff up and carried him downstairs. He looked at her with a hint of terror in his voice. “Shopping! You can’t take me out in public like this. What if I’m recognized?” Margaret just laughed. “No honey, no one could recognize you, if someone did they would automatically assume you’re your own son.” Mary stopped in the kitchen to give Jeff a quick drink of water as babies usually wake up thirsty after a nap. Margaret handed him a plastic cup with water, “Honey drink this carefully, I don’t have any sippy cups or other stuff for you to drink from and I don’t want to change your clothes again if you spill. Jeff gladly accepted the cup with two hands and carefully lifted to take a drink, immediately pouring water on his shirt. Margaret bent down and helped him drink the rest of the water, then dried off his shirt. Margaret grabbed a backpack and took Jeff’s hand as they walked out to the mini-van. When the car door opened he noted that Mary’s old car seat had already been installed behind the driver’s seat. With his diminutive physique Margaret easily lifted him into his new seat and was strapped in securely. Margaret climbed in behind the wheel and they were off. “Jeffery, I need you to act a little more childish when we are in public. I have no problem discussing world events when we are at home but in public you have to act your age.” Jeff shrugged and agreed he wouldn’t want to jeopardize the secrecy of the DNAM experiments. “You will need to shorten your sentences and use a very limited vocabulary, remember our kids only knew about 50 words when they were your age. “Me want more milk.” Jeff called out. “No honey, that is too long. It needs to be even shorter to sound like someone your age.” Jeff smiled. “more milk.” then with a finger stuck half way in his mouth he giggled. “dydee poopy!” Margaret turned her head quickly. “You can’t be serious, I just changed you.” Jeff laughed at the joke he played on her. Margaret turned her attention back to the road and smiled at Jeff’s growing acceptance of his new role in life. Margaret’s surprise reseeded but her serious tone continued, “And one more thing from now on you have to call me Mommy or Mama, not honey, sweetie pie or Margaret, babies your age only know a few words and they all address their mothers as Mommy.” Jeff nodded in agreement, “Okay I’ll call you that in public.” But Margaret cut him off, “No, you should call me Mommy all the time, it’s more appropriate and less chance of making a mistake when in front of others.” Jeff started to squirm at the concept, “But you’re my wife not my mother.” However she wasn’t about to budge on the issue. “Not until your older. If I have to change your diapers, feed you, cloth you and care for you 24/7, then you will call me Mommy. The rest of the family are treating you like their younger brother, it’s time I did the same.” All Jeff could do is sit in his child car seat and listen. “You not only have to act the part of a toddler, you have to accept that you can no longer do the activities of an older person. Am I clear baby?” Jeff was stunned by her demands and tears began to trickle down his cheeks as he sat there. “Yes, I understand.” But that wasn’t enough for Margaret, “That is not was asked from you, what does a BABY say?” Jeff was almost of the verge of crying as his emotions filled the pit of his stomach. He was being forced to give up last vestiges of his adulthood and accept he was no longer a husband and father by the smallest and least responsible member of the family, it was almost to much to take. “Yeth, Mommy.” After a while, Jeff ‘s tears dried and it was quickly replaced with boredom. Due to his stature, the windows were too high to look out. Instead of seeing buildings and other cars, all Jeff saw was sky and the occasional 18-wheel truck they passed. Boredom was soon replaced by curiosity so he decided to see what Margaret had put in the knapsack beside him. As he unzipped the top and looked inside Jeff shuddered when he saw a couple of disposable diapers, baby wipes, baby powder and an extra change of clohes. Obviously it was the start of his diaper bag, he knew that eventually it would be replaced with a proper large baby blue diaper bag and filled with every baby product available. A few minutes later Jeff assumed they had arrived at their destination as he could feel the mini-van turn hard into what was probably a parking lot. Margaret parked, got out and opened the side door. She then threw the knapsack over her shoulder, unbuckled Jeff and rested the child on her other shoulder. As they walked through the parking lot Margaret carried Jeff patting him on his cushioned butt, with every touch his diaper it crinkled. Jeff was continually reminded with each hit that he was small child and when they walked into the store he would be seen as Mommy’s diapered little baby. He tucked his head into the crook of Margaret’s neck as he tried to hide from the impending stares of everyone in the store. - to be continued. The Return to Innocence - Part 7 by BBoy As they entered the store he immediately recognized the blue and gray décor of the local Wal-Mart. Margaret placed Jeff in the shopping cart seat and proceeded to push him through the store. Because the seat pointed towards the driver of the cart Jeff could only see behind Margaret instead of what was in front of him and what Margaret was looking at. However Margaret paid special attention to making sure Jeff knew what she was purchasing allow him to be part of the buying decisions. Margaret wasn’t a cruel person and she understood that Jeff was not a real child and tried to be a little more inclusive. They walked the isles, Margaret would quietly ask which item he liked and the baby Jeff would point or squeal his approval. He actually got excited through the whole process and eagerly helped choose everything from toys to a stroller. Jeff would not be given many decisions these days so when Margaret allowed him to pick out the various items Jeff became very interested. He even tried to convince Margaret to buy a new crib but she refused sighting financial limitations. During the adventure, Jeff only squirmed a few times, the first when Margaret stopped to investigate playpens. Jeff was going to protest however Margaret suggested they would have one around the house for ‘appearances’ and he nervously agreed. The second problem arose when Margaret picked up a set of baby bottles. Using his best baby voice “No baba. me cup!” Margaret smiled maternally at her new son and the effective use of his new vocabulary. “No honey, you made a big mess on your shirt when I gave you a glass of water. You are going to use sippy cups and nursing bottles, its what all babies your age use.” Jeff frowned at the comment. His frustration was as much to do with her saying no, as the reality of how his life was changing. “Well I’m not going to drink toddler formula. This is all starting to get a little overboard.” “Well honey, we shall see what happens.” Her remark was directed at Jeff however she wasn’t about to change her mind on the subject. In fact it was a little humorous since she had already put a dozen cans in the shopping cart. Jeff also knew she wasn’t really paying attention to the conversation, instead it seemed she was paying lip service which only frustrated Jeff even more. Half way through their shopping trip Jeff’s bladder started to exert pressure. “Me potty.” Understanding the necessity of time she quickly turned he cart towards the bathroom. However halfway there Jeff’s expression turned to relief then shock as his bladder released itself. Jeff squirmed in his as the diaper grew warmer embarrassed by his lack of control. He knew that his incontinence was getting worse as he found it harder and harder to hold it in. His little bladder must be getting smaller and with it the ability to control the flow. For the most part he’d been able to make it to the bathroom, lately there had been a lot of close calls but he had always been near a bathroom. But this journey to the bathroom was far too long. Margaret seeing the expression on his face stopped the cart and patted his head trying to consol the little child. “It’s okay honey, you can’t be expected to control yourself. Just relax, finish up what you are doing and I’ll change you in a couple of minutes.” All Jeff could do was sit in the cart as tears silently rolled down his face. He whimpered and fussed as Margaret walked the isles towards the bathroom. As promised they pulled up in front of the washroom and Margaret reached behind the dirty toddler, opening the package of Pampers and other changing supplies. Finally Jeff was removed from the cart and carried into the women’s bathroom, his head hung low. Margaret carried him in shutting the door behind her. As Jeff was placed on the changing table, his head shot around looking from one side to another happy to note there were no other women in the washroom. He tried to relax however the cold hard plastic changing station was not easy to get used to. Jeff put his hands over his eyes in discomfort and embarrassment wishing he was a thousand miles away. Without thinking one of his tiny hands quietly moved south depositing its thumb in his mouth. He sucked furiously as his former wife started unbuttoning his pants to gain access. As Margaret began to unfasten the tapes on his diaper as the bathroom door swung open and a customer walked into the room, “Why Margaret, I haven’t seen you in a while. How have you been?” Both Margaret and Jeff were taken by surprise. “Janice…why hello. I didn’t expect to see you here…well at least not in the bathroom.” Margaret turned back to Jeff and began to remove the sodden diaper, however as she pulled it back pee poured out the side and a light splatter could be felt through the front of the diaper. She instantly realized Jeff had begun to pee again and quickly pulled the front of the diaper back up. As soon as Margaret began to remove the diaper Jeff could feel the pee flow freely over his crotch, down the sides and leak onto his pants. He had started peeing and never realised until now! Shock and amazement at this revelation caused his emotions to overwhelm him and began to cry in distress without a second thought. Janice upon seeing the upset baby, moved quickly towards the stall allowing the mother to focus her attention on her son. “Good to see you again, we should chat soon.” “Sounds great, give me a call and we can have coffee sometime.” Margaret now turned back to Jeff and patiently waited for him to finish with his latest accident before changing. Finally satisfied he was finished Margaret removed the diaper and proceeded to clean the mess. Before Jeff knew it he was wrapped in a dry diaper. “There there little one, everything is alright now.” Once Margaret fastened the snaps on the pants, she picked up him up, holding him against her chest and began to comfort the sobbing child. Margaret gave a quick wave of the hand as Janice quietly exited the stall and left the bathroom trying not to disturb the baby as he had begun to calm down and hadn’t noticed her presence. Margaret continued to console Jeff as he’d stopped crying and the tears dried up, leaving him a little exhausted, content to rest his head on her chest and sucking his thumb. They continued back to their shopping trip. Margaret steered the cart into the clothing section and begun to look through the various matching sets. Jeff picked out matching pant/shirt along with a couple of coveralls, a sleeper and a half dozen diaper shirts which Margaret was particularly determined to get over Jeff’s protests. “You are going to wear these onesies baby. When I dressed Mary in them, it always helped to keep her diaper in place and I found she had less leaks.” Jeff looked truly insulted however he kept his composure and in a quiet voice being careful not to be heard. “I’m not going to have leaks, I’m not a child. I still have the mind of an adult.” “Adult mind. Baby’s body.” Margaret was feeling sorry for Jeff but her patience was beginning to wear. She hadn’t cared for a toddler in a few years and had taken for granted the independence her daughter had already shown. More and more she was seeing Jeff as the toddler he was, no longer the responsible independent adult. Now he needed constant attention, which meant a mommy would now be her role. Jeff groaned and fussed when Margaret selected particularly feminine or childish outfit, “No Mama, no wike!” Margaret smiled at her little boy, kissed him on the head and whispered, “Okay honey but I get to choose one outfit.” Jeff rolled his eyes and nodded his head in acceptance. He watched as Margaret slowly walked through the stacks finally stopping and inspecting a set. Jeff tried to crane his head to see but she was partially blocked by a rack of jumpers. Margaret had a broad grin and came back to the cart to show him the prize. Margaret presented him with a white/blue two-piece shortall set with bloomers that looked like short-shorts except they had elastic around the legs, which only highlighted a bulging diaper underneath the bloomers. Jeff was stunned by the choice and he knew this would be something he could be taken out and presented to her friends. “No! Please Marg…Mommy not that, I can’t be seen in that outfit.” Margaret just cooed “It’s alright honey, you are going to look precious in this outfit. Besides this is my choice, you promised.” Jeff was getting frustrated with his situation, he tried to be patient with his family and how they treated him. When moved into Michael’s room he said little, when moved into Mary’s room he conceded, when put in diapers and made to sleep in a crib there wasn’t a struggle. Now he felt like he was taken advantage of by his wife and now mother. The shortall suit, although appropriate for his age was not for an adult. “No! I will not wear that. No No No!” Jeff was loosing control, his voice getting louder. “Enough!” Margaret said sharply like talking to a child. “You will be quiet or I’ll give you a spanking right now! Is that understood!” “But…but…I…” he began to plead but the ferocity behind her eyes knew that it wasn’t a good idea to push the issue anymore. “I said no. I am not going to give into a tot who behaves like someone his age. You will learn to sit and behave yourself. I AM CLEAR?” Jeff could only sit in the seat sniffling with tears of humiliation running down his face. The shopping trip continued however Jeff didn’t show much interest. After a short while he fell asleep and snoozed as Margaret finished up. Jeff was woken up when he was lifted into his car seat and strapped in, however being stuck in the seat with little stimulation he fell back to sleep. Jeff was again woken up when they arrived home. Margaret lifted him from his seat and placed him on the ground. Jeff stood there for a minute still very sleepy, he took a few steps then stopped, wobbled in place finally he crouched until he fell on his diapered butt. Jeff sat there in the shade sucking his thumb as he slowly removed the cobwebs of sleep from his mind. His mind was still an adult’s however he had noticed some minor changes that he assumed were due to his physical condition. Balance was becoming a problem, he had fallen a couple of times today however he was relatively close to the ground so it didn’t hurt. His speech was also getting tougher to control, with the loss of some teeth he had to concentrate otherwise his new lisp made him almost incomprehensible. Jeff sat there as Margaret and the kids carried boxes and bags into the house. After a while he noticed that his crotch was warm, he put a hand down and pushed down on this diaper. It squished from a very recent wetting. Jeff rolled his eyes at the growing incontinence however the fact he hadn’t noticed when he had peed himself was more a little troubling. Recognizing he needed help with his soggy underwear, Jeff got up and waddled towards the house. He only got a few steps before his stomach started to grumble giving him notice of an impending need to use the toilet. There was a slim chance he would make it to the bathroom, it was a long way for a little kid to go from the driveway, up the steps, through the front door, down the hall and finally at the bathroom. Then after all that distance he’d have to try and get his pants off and scale the toilet seat, it seemed insurmountable. Each step was difficult and each time he moved a leg it felt like it might explode out his backside. Clenching his butt cheeks hard together and holding his concentration as best as possible, he continued to struggle up the path. Part way up the front walk Jeff couldn’t hold it any longer and as he stood there his sphincter relaxed and a wave of pleasure rippled through his body. He was surprised how much pleasure the act of pooping in his diapers made him feel. For the moment he was satisfied to close his eyes, slide his thumb in his mouth and concentrated on the soft expanding mass in the back of his diaper. “I could get used to this.” He thought to himself. - to be continued.

Zara Okay...how about band names. Allman Brothers Band

Xena. I feel like such a geek for suggesting that one.

Victoria Come on now let's not whimp out and post stupid answers when we get near the end this time. "Yellow"??? What the heck is that for a place name. Maybe Yellowstone, Yellowknife, Yonkers or even Yemmen...okay maybe Yonkers is going too far.

Qutang Gorge, China On the Yangtze River and part of the three gorges. Stunningly beautiful.

The Return to Innocence - Part 4 by BBoy When Monday morning came Jeff was woken up by his roommate. “Get up Squirt. You better not tell Mom what happened last night or I’ll beat you up. I can do it cause I’m older right?” Jeff knew Michael wasn’t joking and he had had enough humiliation from his son. Cowering under the bed covers Jeff meekly replied “Okay I agree and you are the older one.” With that Michael, left the room triumphant over his sibling. Jeff got up as his pajamas slid down voluntarily off his waist. He turned and looked in the mirror, he had regressed over night. “I can’t be more than 8 years old! No wonder I lost the fight to Michael.” He could see his manhood had all but disappeared. His skin was much softer and not the dry somewhat wrinkled skin of his middle-age. Even his teeth looked smaller with gaps in between. “At least they are white now instead of coffee stained yellow like before.” After getting dressed in some of Michael’s old clothes, he made his way downstairs. It was Monday morning and everyone was in a rush to get to school or work. As they all piled into the min-van, Margaret turned to Jeff, “Honey I don’t have time to take you with me to work however Tim suggested he could watch you at the lab for the day.” Tim was almost stunned by the statement. “Are you suggesting I need a babysitter?” Margaret gave a little smirk. “Of course not honey but I don’t want you to be alone either.” Margaret turned and started herding the children and Jeff towards the vehicle. Jeff went to sit in the front seat but Margaret stopped him. “No honey. I know you always sit in the front seat but I’d be more comfortable if you sat with the other children in the back seat and have Susan ride up front. She is larger and will fit in the front more comfortably. Jeff just hung his head and went to sit with the younger children. Was strategically placed between Michael and Mary since they squabbled all the time in the car. On one side was Michael who looked to be far superior in size and strength. Mary seemed more frightening than her 10 year-old brother. Not by her size but that she was sitting in a booster seat. Jeff knew the childish booster seat was only a day or two away and if the regression continued he would be sitting in a child’s car seat by the end of the week. He sat back and looked at the tormentor on one side and his future on the other. Jeff felt helpless as he could do nothing but sit in his seat, he couldn’t drive let alone look out the window. Neither image seemed inviting. “At least the booster seat might give him a better view outside the car.” Jeff mused. Jeff spent the day at the lab but was little help. His new height was not designed to work at the stations, seats were too low and tables too high. Jeff also found Tim annoying, always looking over his shoulder checking up on the little guy. During the afternoon Jeff was roaming the halls and bumped into the beautiful Karen. She looked at him as if he had reminded her of someone, “Are you lost? Can’t find your Mommy?” All Jeff could do was shake his head ‘No. I’m visiting Mr. Leahey’s lab.” Karen the stunningly beautiful student, smiled. “Well you shouldn’t walk these hallways alone. Come with me” grabbed Jeff by the hand and started walking towards the lab only a few doors away. Turning into the lab, she stopped at the door, letting go of the child’s hand. “Tim. I found your little friend in the hallway. I think he might have been looking for the bathroom and wandered off on his own.” Tim was a little stunned by the statement but quickly came back with a reply. “Uhhh, thanks Karen. I didn’t realize he left the lab. I’ll make sure to close the door when he is around.” She smiled back. ”You should keep a better eye on him, he looks like the type to get into everything.” With that statement Karen headed off to class. Jeff groaned at the conversation, completely humiliated that he was treated like someone not trusted to even walk a hallway alone. When Karen finally left Tim appologised to his labmate however the damage was done. Jeff moped around the lab for the afternoon not wanting to talk or involve himself in the work. As the week progressed the regression slowed, Jeff hoped it would stop soon. He had already lost a couple of teeth and didn’t want to consider what else he might loose soon. By Wednesday Jeff was an adoring 7 year old. By Thursday evening the inevitable happened and his bed was moved into Mary’s room. Looking more like a 6 year old, Michael was able to convince his mother that Jeff belonged in the younger room. Mary was much nicer to Jeff, she was very happy to have a friend to sleep with, as it would scare away the monsters in the closet. Jeff thought the belief in monsters was very childish however he liked having the night light in Mary’s room. By Friday Jeff was looking more like a 5 year old, Mary loved to play with the younger Jeff and they both enjoyed going to the park in the evening. Jeff now found the swings a bit too big and scary but loved to climb up onto the slides and jungle gym. By week’s end Jeff was resigned to the fact he would be the youngest member of the household. It couldn’t be missed he was now the shortest person in the house by 4 inches. Mary was polite to Jeff however even Mary asserted some control by taking Jeff’s hand and leading him to the sandbox or suggesting what games they would play. Jeff didn’t try to rebel, he didn’t mind the games but especially didn’t want to pick a fight with the only person close to him in age. She may have been his daughter but now was his only real friend. The weekend only got worse for Jeff as a few problems surfaced. Saturday morning Jeff had his first bed wetting accident. Jeff wasn’t sure what had happened but he was sure Pull-ups would be presented to him at bedtime on Saturday. When Mary saw the accident she went over to consol Jeff putting a hand on his back and talking softly like one would to a 4 year-old, “Don’t worry you will learn to control it, all little kids have some trouble overnight.” Mary had meant it as support however Jeff was completely embarrassed by the comment. Margaret had to bring the kids clothes out of storage from their pre-school days. Jeff had become too small for Mary’s clothes and was now dressed appropriately for a 4 year old. By now he was used to Michael’s ‘squirt’ comments and began to accept it as his new nickname. Michael still teased Jeff but the physical intimidation had stopped mainly because Jeff accepted Michael as the alpha-male. Slowly the household no longer treated him as a father but as their brother Jeffery. A few days ago everyone started calling him Jeffery, he didn’t object mainly because he was the smallest and trying to fight it was a lost cause. Jeff had accepted his new status with only a few tantrums. To Jeff he was still the father even with his physical size and he tried to remind everyone that he was still father and husband. Saturday night Jeff was getting ready for bed. After taking a bath and brushing his teeth he made his way to Mary’s bedroom. Margaret was waiting for him as he crossed the threshold. “Honey lets put some underwear on before bed please.” She was holding a pair of underwear which seemed normal enough. He pulled down his pajama bottoms and stepped into the underwear. As Margaret pulled them up he noticed they were not normal but thickly padded in the front, training pants! Jeff groaned as he realized Margaret had little confidence in his nighttime control. Sunday morning Margaret’s prediction had been well heeded, Jeff had woken up with wet training pants. Margaret helped him take a bath and get dressed for the day. By the afternoon, Margaret started dressing Jeff in training pants after she noticed he was dribbling in his pants leaving a small stain. Margaret had also begun to take Jeff to the potty at regular intervals whether he asked to go or not, since he wasn’t always sure whether it was time to go. At night Jeff was in Pull-ups for the inevitable bedwetting. When Monday came Jeff was feeling a little better. The age regression was definitely slowing down however he was looking every bit a toddler. Tuesday afternoon the damn broke as Jeff watched his independence slip away. Jeff had been trying hard to maintain his toilet training however his training pants were always damp. By Tuesday evening it was obvious Jeff had slipped below 3 years. The family was sitting around the living room when Jeff walked in wearing one of Michael’s old matching shirt-pant set covered with pictures bears and bunnies. “Hey Squirt you are wearing my clothes from when I was a baby.” Michael smiled at his backhanded comment. For Jeff it was too much, his immature emotions were once again taking hold of the situation, his self-control slipped. “I am not a baby, you take that back.” Michael just smiled, “But Squirt, your pant legs have snaps for diaper changes.” Jeff looked down at his clothes realizing what he was wearing. “I don’t wanna wear this stuff!” Jeff left the room yelling, “I’m not a baby!” He ran upstairs to Mary’s room and proceeded to dress in Mary’s less feminine clothes. Even though Jeff was far too small he dressed up in them anyways trying to hold onto what remained of his age and dignity. After changing his outfit Jeff ran down stairs to show everyone the clothes he had picked out. Upon entering the living room he tripped on his oversize pants and crashed to the floor. Jeff sat there, looked down at his pants and started to cry. Jeff couldn’t believe it, he was peeing his pants uncontrollably. A growing wet stain formed around the crotch of his pants for everyone to see. - to be continued The Return to Innocence - Part 5 by BBoy Margaret had seen enough. She confiscated the oversized clothes leaving Jeff sitting in the middle of the living room wearing only a shirt and a pair of training pants with a large wet stain in the front and back. “Mary and Michael you are charge of Jeffery. He is to remain in the living room until I’m finished, is that clear?” Margaret turned and asked Susan to follow her up stairs leaving Jeff under the care of his two youngest kids. For the first time Margaret had crossed the line and sided with the children, making them responsible for their former father. To Jeff this was a terrible insult, that his own kids were considered more responsible than he was! Jeff wanted to find out what was going on upstairs however Michael wouldn’t let him anywhere near the doorway. He was a jumble of emotion that moved between curiosity and fear of the unknown. One minute Jeff tried to get past Michael, the next he wanted to cry. Every time Jeff tried to leave he was hoisted up and dumped in the middle of the room. “Your not gong any where squirt.” Jeff felt like he had hit the lowest point in his life. Now his 10 year-old son was babysitting him while his little accident was visible the entire time. Michael was thoroughly enjoying the new ‘official’ control he now had over his father. No longer did the son have to obey to every command from the father. For a 12 year old, this newfound power was thrilling and he was living it up to the fullest. It was Michael’s turn to give the orders. For Jeff it couldn’t get any worse than this. He wanted to cry. It seemed like an eternity before Margaret finally returned to the living room. Walking in she went straight over to her husband. Jeff immediately stood up thankful for her return. However he was a little taken back when Margaret walked right up to him and put out her hand. It was obvious she wanted Jeff to clasp her hand, but was a little tentative by the odd gesture. When he did raise a hand, Margaret grabbed it, turned and walked away with Jeff in tow. Jeff was being led away like a child, past Michael and towards the stairs. One hand grasping Margaret and the other holding up his loose, wet underwear. Jeff was somewhat happy for Margaret’s hand leading up the stairs, his legs were much shorter now and climbing the stairs was a bit difficult. Suddenly Susan came running around the corner, down the stairs, past Jeff and Margaret, grabbed her purse and headed out the door. Charging past, Jeff cowered momentarily behind Margaret hugging her leg like it was an area of safe hiding. Margaret looked down at her charge, gave a motherly smile and continued up the stairs. “I told you things were gong to change if you didn’t stop regressing. I never thought we would need to do this but it’s for your own good.” With that Margaret pushed open the door to Mary’s room. Jeff stood in the doorway his mouth wide open in a state of shock. The beds were gone. In its place was Mary’s old crib and changing table. “You can’t be serious, I’m not going to sleep in a crib and use a changing table like a baby.” Margaret calmly discussed the issue with Jeff, until Susan came running into the house and up to Mary’s bedroom (now Jeff’s nursery) carrying two large shopping bags. “Here you go everything you asked for to take care of Dad, errr I mean Jeffery.” With Susan’s entrance, the discussion was ended and Jeff was lifted onto the change table. “Does Susan have to watch?” Jeff protested, however Margaret didn’t listen. “Susan stays because I’m not always going to be around to change your diaper.” Jeff already knew the answer but had to try anyways. “Besides this is good experience if she wants to find a job babysitting.” “Does this mean I am going to get money if I have to babysit Jeffery?” Susan asked hoping for a payday. For Jeff it was another humiliating experience. “What do you mean I have to be babysat? I’m 40 not 4. This is ridiculous.” Margaret looked down with a sympathetic smile on her face. “Actually Honey you’re not 4 but more like 2. You know as well as I, you are going to need help taking care of yourself. You can’t reach the fridge shelves, get into your new bed or even take a bath with out help.” Jeff was going to refute her points, but the glare from a woman who had already made up her mind convinced him to move his stare to the ground. Jeff stood beside table in his dirty training pants, as Margaret went over all the products and procedures with their daughter. It took about five minutes as she showed Susan where the diapers, baby powder and other products were kept. It was a long five minutes, however it gave Jeff time to adjust to his new surroundings. Everything in the room was huge and he was truly dwarfed by all the furniture in the room. Even the rocking chair in the corner would take a great effort to scale. Looking up at the crib he could see a stuffed animal between the bars. On the backboard a painting depicted a bunny rabbit wearing overalls that bulged around the waist, obviously it to wore a large diaper that would relate to the occupant of the crib. Jeff shuddered at the thought of waking up to that image everyday. “How could I have been so stupid to have picked a crib like that for our kids?” After looking around the room he returned his attention towards the women who were busy organizing the contents of the changing table. The table was rather high, at least by a 3 year-old’s standards and was amazed by how much stuff was kept on the shelf below. Finally the women stopped and looked down at Jeff. He was feeling very small right now. Susan easily hoisted him to the table with out trouble and he sat there in his wet training pants that were cold and uncomfortable. The women continued their conversation, again the topic was about him but he was not included in the discussion. He listened intently and cringed when another baby product was removed from the bag. “I’m not going to be needing any diaper rash lotion, cause I can still use the toilet.” The two women looked at each other and smiled. “Okay sweetie but lets just put it down here just in case.” Finally the dreaded moment had arrived. His first diaper change began. The two women removed his shirt and told him to lie back on the pad. They lifted his feet easily and removed his dirty underwear. Jeff looked up at the ceiling, closed his eyes as the cold wipe caressed his bottom. He shuddered at the chill and knew he would never get used to the wipe down. Margaret pulled out the baby powder and proceeded to smooth it all over his bottom and around the crotch. This was surprisingly comforting to Jeff and he closed his eyes. The boy relaxed with the smell of baby powder, it was a nice homey scent that reminded him of the times he had changed his kid’s diapers. As he daydreamed the next step brought him back to reality with the popping sound from a jar. “No! not the Vaseline. Pleeeeease!” Jeff whined and started to squirm. “Now settle down and stop moving, I’d expect this behavior out of a 2 year old but not an adult.” Margaret noted. Jeff continued to resist but it was no use, Margaret grabbed him by the feet, lifted him up, took two fingers of Vaseline and spread it between his butt cheeks. Jeff was surprised, having two fingers running between his cheeks was actually pleasurable and barely noticed the thick layer of protection left behind. Finally his diaper was slid underneath and pulled up between his legs, tugged snug and taped shut. “There we go all done, he shouldn’t have any leaks now.” Jeff could only lie there and thump his legs on the table impotently from embarrassment and frustration. Finally Jeff was lowered to the floor. Before even taking a step he cringed at the underwear he was encased in. The diaper was huge and covered his entire waste. Worse was the bulk between his legs, which created a slight gate as he waddled around the room. As he inspected the new room, Jeff immediately noticed it had been baby-proofed. All breakable items and anything small enough to be put in his mouth had been removed even the electrical outlets were covered over. Jeff walked out into the hallway and gazed wide-eyed around at the massive stairs that seemed scary from the shear drop to next floor. “Where do you think your going mister?” Margaret grabbed Jeff from behind and rested him on her chest. “Susan, never let Jeffery out of you sight up here. The stairs are too big for a little man and he might fall down. I’ll have to find the baby gates and place them around the house. Right now let’s take him downstairs and introduce your new brother to the family.” “Brother? I’m their father and could I get something to wear? At least a t-shirt and something to cover up my diaper.” Jeff whined just like any toddler. “Sorry honey but I have to unpack all of Michael’s baby clothing, along with the kids toys, highchair and other items. I’ll see what I can find however it will all need washing first.” With that Jeff was taken downstairs and stood on the floor in front of Susan, Michael and Mary. Jeff was still embarrassed that he was being displayed in almost nothing but knew that there was little he could do but try and get used to his new status. Wearing only a diaper happened a fair amount at his age. “Mary and Michael, you have to play nice with your new baby brother. You also have to watch out for him and make sure he doesn’t get hurt. Remember he is a lot smaller and can’t get pushed around like you two normally play, you have to be gentle.” Margaret instructed. “I have a new baby brother! Yipee! Can I change his diaper?” Mary screamed with excitement and Margaret giggled “No honey, leave that job to Susan or myself. However if he has an accident you should tell us right away.” Jeff could only lower his head, stared at the ground and quietly listened to the discussion. For the second time today, the discussion was about him but he was ignored. Jeff saw a trend developing. Margaret was setting the rules for how he would be treated and cared for. “If you are watching Jeffery you can not let him out of your sight, if you have to leave him alone put him in the playpen or put the baby gates up. And remember you to are in charge of Jeffery, not the other way around.” Jeff was about to protest when Margaret cut him off, “And another rule, from now on Jeffery gets a nap every afternoon. Is that understood?” Jeff just stood there and nodded his head ‘yes’ in defeat. There was no way to stop this from happening. He was trapped and frankly, he realized he needed the help. “Alright then, Susan and I have to finish getting the nursery together.” Michael jumped up and offered to help, leaving Mary to watch over her new baby brother. Mary was very happy to play with her new younger brother, “Let’s go play with my dollies” Jeff shook his head No. “Let’s go play on the swings” Jeff shook his head again, Mary getting a little frustrated inquired what he wanted to do. “Watch the news on TV.” Mary giggled “Babies don’t watch the news. You need to be more like a baby.” Jeff found the statement amusing. “And how do I become more like a baby? I’m already shorter than you and in diapers.” - to be continued

I used to post chapters to another website however I no longer have access to the site. So as an alternative I'll start posting here. Hopefully I will have some new chapters soon to put up or shut up... Enjoy, B. The Return to Innocence By BBoy Part 1 “I’m not sure what to expect.” Jeff sat on the side of the bed, being consoled by his wife Margaret. All Jeff could do was think back to the other day at the lab and how he could have been exposed to the device… Jeff was an assistant in Prof. Leahey’s lab, a PhD student almost finished his degree in Biochemistry. Dr. Leahey, a world-renowned researcher, was on the verge of a major discovery in DNA recovery and modification. His future employment options were endless, he could get a job at any university or scientific institute as soon as he finished his thesis. Now Jeff wasn’t sure what would happen with his life. Life is funny one day you’re the pigeon the next the statue. It was an accident, no one was at fault but the damage was done. Jeff with the help of Tim, the other lab assistant, were replacing a burned out light bulb above the door. Jeff was on top of the ladder when Dr. Leahey walked into the lab bumping the ladder causing it to collapse. Jeff fell onto the lab’s most important experiment the DNA modifier. A suit case size device with cables running into the box, with three lens focused towards a wall. The DNA Modifier was sent spinning off the table, crashing to the floor. “Oh crap! The device it is alright!” Tim yelled as they ran to the device and inspected the box and computer. Aside from a few scratches and a small dent everything was okay. “Wow that was lucky for us.” Tim yelled in relief. Unfortunately the experiment that was running would have to be restarted as the computer restarted loosing the unsaved data, however it was a minor delay in their schedule compared to loosing the prototype. The DNA Modifier was presently going through an overload phase to register how much energy could be produced in one burst. A meter was set-up in the DNAM target area against the wall. “Sorry Professor but the experiment will have to be restarted, the recording stopped just before the DNAM was hit and the data was corrupted. It shows the feedback beginning and the meter had just spiked but no results after that point. The data is useless!” as Jeff reviewed the data in the laptop. “No problem guys, it will only take an hour to rerun the experiment, fortunately the device seems to be okay. But next time please take greater care in the lab.” Leahey said with an air of frustration. The day progressed normally and nothing else seemed out of the ordinary. The following morning Jeff was shaving when he noticed the few gray hairs were gone and his hairline was returning. Thinking nothing of it he finished getting ready for work. Today he had a little more spring in his step and a renewed interest in the female students on campus. Especially Karen, an athletic 25 year old Masters student in the department, when he passed by her at lunch she smiled at him. During the afternoon the three scientists were in the lab busy planning their fall schedule, when Jeff was hit a wave of heat and dizziness. Just as it started it stopped. “Jeff you alright?” The Professor looked over at his workmate, a flushed Jeff responded. “Yeah I was feeling a little weak all of a sudden, but I’m felling better now.” “Good to hear, we have a busy schedule starting next month so we need to be ready.” The Professor noted. “Anyways, everything seems to be in order. I’ll be gone for a week or two on vacation with the family. When I return we will get started. With that the Professor packed his briefcase and made his way to the door. “See you all in a couple of weeks!” That night Jeff returned home to find his wife Margaret had prepared dinner. He had time to open a beer before sitting down to dinner. His three kids came running into the dinning room and sat down waiting for dinner to be served. Fridays were always ‘pork chop night’. Susan, the oldest daughter at 14 sat down at the table and hurried through dinner to prepare for her date. Jeff immediately noticed she was wearing a denim mini-skirt and a an almost see through blouse. “Don’t you think that outfit is a little revealing?” Jeff inquired of his daughter. “Nah, all the girls are wearing them these days.” Susan replied. “Well I don’t like it. You are showing too much and boys will get the wrong idea if you wear that.” the overly protective father replied. “Maybe I want the boys to look at me! Your just too old to understand.” Susan sneered and quickly left the house. Jeff then settled back in his chair and relaxed with a beer. Rolling his eyes at the attitude of kids, he would never understand how kids think the way they do. Watching his two younger children Michael and Mary play in the yard wondered Jeff wondered if his other kids would be as insolent when they reached teenage hood. Michael the middle child was 10 and stubborn just like his dad. Michael came running into the house. “I didn’t do it!” charging through the living room and into the bedroom. Mary then walked through the door crying at the top of her lungs. Mary had just turned 7 and the youngest in the family. The little girl walked straight up to her Daddy, looking for an instant cure that heals everything. Jeff looked at the bump on her head and gave the boo-boo a kiss, then consoled her until the wails quieted and the tears dried up. “Are you okay honey? What happened?” Jeff asked as the little girl spoke between her whimpers, “Muh…Muh…Michael pushed me!” she blurted out. “And why did he push you?” asked the sympathetic father. “I wanted to play with the ball and he took it from me.” Jeff sat there and consoled his daughter stopped crying and the original issue of the ball had been forgotten. Little kids never have a long attention span, so within 5 minutes Mary noticed the family dog in the corner and ran off to play with it. “Another job well done.” Jeff smiled to himself as he took a long haul on his beer. Suddenly another wave of nausea hit Jeff, almost causing him to fall off his chair. Again the feeling of being sick passed as quickly as it came. Jeff got up and walked to the bathroom, washed his face in cold water and looked into the mirror. The wrinkles in his face seemed to disappear and his shoulders seemed a little broader. Again Jeff figured nothing was wrong and continued on with the evening. 11:00 pm came and went. Susan had returned from her date and all the kids were in bed. Jeff feeling especially frisky tonight wasted no time getting into bed with Margaret. Two fooled around all night not getting a wink of sleep. By 6:00 am Margaret had all the sex she could handle and had to push her lover away. Jeff was still ready to go, he hadn’t felt like that since university! Musing at his accomplishment, Jeff fell deep asleep. When Margaret and Jeff awoke it was 11:00 am, they had both overslept. Jeff groggy rubbed the sleep from his eyes, got up and walked into the bathroom. He showered, dried off, moved to the sink and looked in the mirror. Looking back at him was a man no older than 25, Jeff stood there mouth wide open in total shock. “Margaret!” he shouted as he ran back into the bedroom. Margaret took one look at him and almost screamed believing he was an intruder, however she noticed Jeff’s birthmark and recognized the man she originally fell in love with. “Jeff is that you?” she asked apprehensively. “Of course it’s me, what is going on!” the hysterical 25 year old retorted. Jeff frantically searched his memory for any reason this could have happened, then it came to him. “The DNAM accident on Friday! I must have been exposed somehow.” With the revelation, Jeff called his work mate Tim and asking to meet him at the lab at noon. Margaret and Jeff left Susan in charge and drove straight to the lab. “Jeff what is going to happen? How do you plan to reverse this process?” Margaret asked her younger husband. “I don’t know, this is all very new to me. There isn’t a reversal process developed yet. The Professor has been working on one but hasn’t told us about it’s progress..” “Well that is just great! What are we going to do in the mean time?” Margaret barked at Jeff. “I don’t know hopefully Tim and I will come up with a solution.” Jeff replied. --- to be continued. The Return To Innocence - Part 2 By BBoy “What the hell happened to you?” Tim stood there almost stunned by the sight of his diminished lab mate. “Your guess is as good as mine. I’ve been getting younger since yesterday, I think. It must have been the DNAM, I must have been exposed to the device as it toppled to the floor.” Jeff sat down and began to explain his theory. “No, not possible, you were only exposed for a brief second. The animal experiments had been given 5 minute doses, far more exposure than you.” Tim responded but Jeff shook his head. “But we were overloading the DNAM, isn’t it possible that the increased output of the device could have triggered my regression?” “It’s possible however there is no way to measure how much the output was at the time of the accident since the data was corrupted when the laptop hit the ground. There is no way to figure out how much exposure you received.” Tim sat back and contemplated the possibilities. “All we can do is wait and see what happens.” With that Jeff rolled him eyes and put his head in his hands. Arriving home from the lab, Jeff and Margaret broke the news to the family. “How old will Dad get? Will he get an earlier bedtime like the others? Will he get pimples? Will he have go to school like us kids?” All these questions but very few answers. Jeff especially squirmed when asked if he would have to listen to the kids if they were older. “No! I’m your father and that will not change.” By Monday, Jeff was again looking a little younger and far more fit. The 40 year old spare tire around his waist was gone and renewed energy he hadn’t felt in twenty years. Jeff was now looking more like a freshman. In the school hallway he passed Karen, the beautiful blonde, who looked him over and smiled. As their eyes locked on each other, volumes were spoken without a word being said. She then disappeared into the crowd leaving Jeff standing there with a large woody. Jeff went back to the lab and reviewed all the data possible while he began to theorize how to stop the regression and restore to his former age. While studying the problem he realized this new body had some benefits, his new figure and sex drive were a definite plus. Even if the process could not be reversed, he would be happy if it could be stopped soon. The other possibility, regression past another year or two could be disastrous. If the process continued he’d started getting zits, which would definitely spoil his good looks. By Wednesday Jeff was starting to fear the worst, his body had continued to regress. Now in his muscles were disappearing. The athletic frame he had a few days ago now lost its tone but worse his hairy chest was starting to thin. During the afternoon, Jeff passed the beautiful orientation in the hallway and decided to talk to her. “Hi there I’m Je…” The girl cut him off and motioned towards the classroom. “You must be with the high school tour of prospective students. They have already headed into the classroom over there.” Then she turned and walked away. Jeff was a little insulted by the comment however under the circumstances it was somewhat expected. Wednesday night Jeff jumped into bed eagerly anticipating another night of sex. Margaret got into bed but was cold to his playful intentions. “Jeff I can’t do this. I can’t have sex with you tonight, your about 15 years old, I can’t get past the morality issues.” Jeff was incensed. “I’m your husband, not some kid you picked up from the street. By the end of the week Tim and I will have produced a solution to the regression and I’ll be your old hubby. “Then you will wait till Friday.” With that Margaret turned away from Jeff and went to sleep. Jeff however laid in bed beside his wife unable to sleep. He was an adolescent with adolescent hormones laying beside a naked woman, as a result he had an erection that wouldn’t stop. He tried not to touch his swollen member however all-15 year olds have a hard time resisting their urges. Soon he touched his penis, causing an instantaneous wave of pleasure. He carefully and lightly stroked it until he never really noticed when he began to fully masturbate, lost in the moment. Suddenly Margaret turned over, pushed her husband out of the bed and onto the floor. “What do you think you are doing! That was completely disgusting and lacked any dignity I’d expect from an adult. You can just march downstairs right now and sleep on the couch.” With an angry woman standing over him, Jeff embarrassingly fled the room grabbing his shorts and a shirt on the way out. Jeff ran down to the living room, sat on the couch and quietly wept at what transpired. In the morning the kids ran downstairs for breakfast waking Jeff. He got up and walked into the kitchen where the entire family; including the dog were waiting to be fed. As he walked up to Susan they both stopped, she was now the same height. “Dad looks to be the same age as Susan!” Michael said loud enough for everyone to hear. “No I’m not!” he snapped back. “I’m at least a year or two older.” Susan turned away and snorted “Yeah right.” - to be continued The Return to Innocence - Part 3 By week’s end Tim and Jeff were no closer to a solution. The corrupted data held a clue to the amount of exposure Jeff had been subjected and a possible lead. Ultimately it didn’t matter, they had no idea how large a dose it would take to regress a human male subject. All their experiments had been on rats and guinea pigs, nothing as large as Jeff. Sooner or later the regression had to stop and when that happened they could start to work on reversing the process. Now living in the body of a 13 year old Jeff was left guessing when the he would stop getting younger. Jeff walked in the door of the house and noticed the kids hadn’t arrived home yet. He made his way into the kitchen where Margaret was starting dinner. Without turning to look at her husband “Did you find a cure today? It’s Friday and you said a solution would be found.” Dejected he hung his head and quietly said “No.” “If you don’t stop regressing by the end of the weekend, I’m afraid changes will have to be made. You can’t sleep on the couch forever and I can’t sleep with a pre-teen in my bed. Plus your relationship with your kids will inevitably change as you regress.” Jeff knew his kids were seeing him different already. Susan had been great not overstepping the bounds of decency and respect once it was obvious Jeff was the younger of the two. Michael on the other hand had been much crueler with his jokes If Jeff regressed much further there would definitely be problems dealing with his son. Saturday afternoon, Margaret decided to take Michael and Mary to the park. It was too nice outside and Mary really wanted to play on the swings. Jeff was told he would be going to the park “You have been sulking all day and besides some fresh air is good for someone your age.” All Jeff could do was scowl at Margaret before accepting he had no choice and relented to the much larger and older woman of the house. Once at the park Michael and Mary ran around playing on their favorite apparatus, however Jeff refused to have fun and sat down on the bench. After a while Margaret came over and sat beside the child. She put her arm around the diminished frame and tried to consol him. “Honey it isn’t all that bad, try not to dwell on it, go and have fun.” Jeff looked up at her, “Dwell on it? What else can I do? I’ve lost my adulthood and I might loose my pre-teens. I could end up being introduced as Mary’s twin! What is worse is that pretty soon Michael is going to figure out he can push me around, then I’m screwed.” “Well then I suggest you start to make friends with him right now, so he isn’t as tough on you. I can’t watch over the two of you 24 hours a day. Now get up and go play with Michael.” With that Margaret grabbed Jeff’s hand and walked over to the monkey bars. “Michael would you please play with Jeff. He is looking down and could use some fun.” “Alright, I guess but I get to choose the game.” Michael grudgingly replied. With that Jeff knew that his control over Michael was starting to slip. It was only choosing a game but Michael made the decision instead of Jeff for the first time. “Let’s play spaceman. I’m the captain and you are the other spaceman. Let’s go into outer space. Michael climbed the jungle gym and proceeded to shout orders.” Jeff slowly got into the play-acting roll of a spaceman in a rocket ship. With his youthful age also came with an overactive imagination, after a short while Jeff started to enjoy himself. Soon he was caught up in the game and forgot he was a mature husband and father. Instead throwing himself into his newfound role as a spaceman roaring across the galaxy. After a couple of hours everyone was ready to go home. Michael and Jeff had become friends at the park, Jeff’s fears were eased by the new bond he had formed with his son. They all got into the mini van and proceeded towards home with a quick stop at the store for ice cream. Michael and Mary were both excited at the announcement but Jeff was less enthused about the treat. Mary got a Fudge-sickle while Michael and Jeff picked ice cream sandwiches. As Jeff bit into the ice cream the flavours jumped in his mouth. He hadn’t noticed until now that his tastes were changing. After arriving back at the house they all went inside. Mary was immediately sent upstairs for a nap while Michael went to use the Play station and Jeff went into his old study to contemplate what to do next. Sunday morning not much had changed, Jeff was still regressing and now it looked like he was 9 or 10 years old. His voice was beginning to change becoming higher pitched. As he inspected his body he noticed all the hair was gone except for his head. He knew puberty had passed him by and for the first time he recognized he really was a child, not an adult nor a teenager but a child. No longer could he drive, work or even have a beer. Jeff dreaded the day ahead of him. He walked over to a doorway, stood with his back to the frame and with a pencil drew a line at the top of his head By dinner hour Jeff was sure he had lost more height. He sat beside his son and was sure Michael was now a couple of inches taller. He had stayed clear of Michael all day but now he couldn’t avoid the obvious. “So how you feeling squirt?” Michael joked at Jeff’s condition. “I’m not a squirt! I’ll show you.” Margaret jumped in to stop the fight before it started. “All right you two, that is enough you will both be quiet! Anymore and you will both be sent to your room.” “But I don’t have a room anymore?” Jeff responded in a sarcastic tone. “I said BE QUIET!” With that the dinner table became dead silent. Once the family had finished their meal, Margaret made Michael and Jeff clean up the dishes while she and Susan went upstairs. Jeff walked into the living room, where Michael was looking through his Play station collection. He jumped on the couch and turned the TV to the evening news. “Hey I was going to play video games.” Jeff looked at him and smiled. “First come first gets the TV.” With that statement Michael got up and walked over wrestled his father for the remote. “Give that to me now.” Screamed Michael, “No its mine! I wanna watch the news!” Jeff yells back as they roll off the couch knocking over a vase causing it to shatter as it hit the floor. “That’s it!” yells Margaret who came downstairs to see what was going on. “Michael started it, it’s his fault!” Jeff blurted out as Margaret walked into the room. “I don’t care who started it but both of you come with me.” With that she grabbed both boys by the hand and marched them upstairs to Michael’s bedroom. I’ve had it, both of you can go to bed right now, pointing to the door. “But I don’t have a room.” Jeff retorted. “You do now, Susan and I moved the old spare cot into Michael’s room, you two are going to share the room. Is that understood?” Michael looked up at his mother, “But that is MY room, I don’t want to share it with a little kid.” Jeff flew into a temper tantrum. “I’m not LITTLE!” Before Jeff could continue Margaret shut him down “I don’t want to hear it okay. The two of you are roommates so get used to it. I want the two of you to get ready for bed now and no more fighting.” Before Margaret got down the stairs the Jeff began to plead. “Honey, please don’t do this to me. I’m 40, I’m your husband. Don’t make me go to bed now.” Margaret stopped and turned around. Veins were bulging in her forehead, last time Jeff saw this she gave Michael a huge spanking. Jeff immediately retreated into Michael’s bedroom and closed the door. Jeff turned around to find Michael standing behind him. “Listen Squirt this is my room and everything in here is MINE and that includes your bed.” Jeff couldn’t believe what had transpired, he had to sleep with his son but he wouldn’t live by his son’s rules. Jeff growled back “I don’t have to take this, who do you think you are? I’m the older one you will listen to me!” Jeff was getting very frustrated and found it hard control himself otherwise he would not have pushed the issue with Michael so far. Michael was bigger than Jeff and could probably take Jeff if it got physical but he didn’t care, he was tired of being pushed around and he was tired of being small. Jeff took a swing at Michael but his new uncoordinated body missed wildly. Michael grabbed the diminutive form and put him in a headlock and switched between noogies and wet willies. “Who is the big kid? Who is the older one? Come on say it.” After struggling hopelessly for five minutes. Jeff’s head was hurting from the noogies and was utterly humiliated from the wet willies. Finally Jeff relented and with a sobbing voice he begged Michael to stop. “Please stop! You are bigger and you are the oldest in the room. Please stop! I give up you are older.” With that Michael let go, leaving Jeff sobbing beside his bed. He crawled into bed without saying a word and cried himself asleep. - to be continued

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l?o sh? Having a good time teaching english in the Middle Kingdom. I don't think its the humidity especially in Beijing which has a pretty dry climate. When I first arrived I had a pack of Depend which worked about the same. But beggars can't be choosers...