Parents...

Chapter 1
The Parents

Don was a typical 18 year old man. He had graduated Highschool this year and was looknig at several colleges to go to. He had just returned home from a busy day of applications and interviews with college reps. When he arrived his parents had the table already set with his food already on it. Don ate hungrilly. "So, how was your day son?" Don’s father asked. "Mm.. it was ok, busy tho, I think 2 of the places are going to accept my application, but the

other 3 are definatley not. And they’er the onesI want to go to!" Don continued to much on his food until it was all gone. "What if we told you you didnt have to go to college yet son?" Don’s father asked. Don could tell his father had something in mind when he asked a question like this. "Dad, if you maen the military I.." His mother cut him off. "No dear, we wantyou to stay here, and be our child." Don swallowed his food and laughed a little "well mom, I’m sorry but your little boy is growing up, and theres nothing you can do about it." Don’s parents looked at each other. "I’m afraid there is son." His father said. Don suddenly had a strange feeling in his stomach.

"you see dear, your father and I decided we like having a child between the ages of one and 5 years best, so we’ve decided to keep you in that age bracket for a while." Don batted his eyes. "w... what do you mean? I’m 18, you can’t.."Don’s voice trailed off as he felt it go up a little. "shhh" his mother said. "dont worry, you wont have to worry about college this way... and while if we feel like we want you to grow up we can stop it at any time." Don got up from the table and walked over to the mirror on the buffet in the dining room. she wasn’t kidding, expecting his usual 18 year old self Don was shocked to find he was hardly 16.

Don spun around to his parents. "I can’t beleive you!" he said, his voice obviously higher than before. "How can you.... how long is this going to take?" His father smiled at him "dont worry son, the process wont hurt, it will take 1 more day. We’re going to start you as an infant and then grow you for 5 years, at which point we will probablly regress you again. The doctors say you will remember being older, but since a 1 year old doesn’t have language, you will only remember images." Don was breathing heavy in shock. "no.. you.. you can’t do this to me!! its.. its illegal!" Don’s mother held up a stack of papers "no its not, we have all the legal documentation rigtht here. By the way, you’ll be 14 by the nights end so you need to give me your drivers license, we have to destroy it. We’ve already put your car for sale in the paper. " Don’s father added "we’re going to give your clothes away to goodwill also, your mother is going to take you shopping tomorrow. By morning you should be able to wear these." he said as he tossed Don some clothes.

Don caught them and began to study it, it was a child’s petite, a Landsend button down shirt and khaki pants. "They wont fit you long, so we borrowed them from the neighbors, so try not to have an accidents in them ok?" The neighbor had a child of about 10 years old. "I’ll be 10 by morning?" Don said almost starting to cry. "oh its ok honey, you dont have anything to worry about." His mother said getting up from the table. "no more job to worry about, you dont have to worry about girls or dating or college or anything, you can be a happy our happy little baby boy again." Don’s eyes were still swelling with tears. "but... but i dont wanna be a baby again." Don’s mother hugged him, as she did he could feel his slow regerssion as he grew shorter and shorter in her arms. "now Donny,you need to go to bed, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow." Don’s father said. Don retired to his room, drying his eyes.

Once in his room Don stripped his clothes off. In the mirror was now a 14 year old version of himiself. His once proud late blooming 7" manhood had regressed to its very unmanley 3" pre-pubescent state that he had carried on himi until he was almost 17. His pubic hair was thinning, his chest hair was alerady completley bare and his leg and arm hair was as well. Don stood in the mirror for hours, he watched himself pass through puberty in reverse, he grew signifigantly shorter by 12, as the last ofhis pubic hair recessed into his body and his 3"manhood regresed further to that of a child’s he couldn’t help but cry. Don went to bed and cried himself to sleep.

The next morning Don woke up to his mother shaking him. "Donny, Donny, you need to wake up its time go to shopping." Don’s mind, still groggy from thenight before, had forgotten about the events, but as soon as he rememebred he shot up in bed to take summary of his body. As expected he now appeared to be an 8 year old boy. "m.. mom?" he said in a high pitched boys voice. "thats right Donny, I’ve ran you a bath now go ahead and get cleaned up, I’ll have your clothes out here. A bath... taht sounded so odd to Don. He hadn’t had a bath in years, only showers. By the time Don was all bathed and cleaned up, he was going on 7 and a half years old. Don put on the Landsend clothing and a pair of cartoon printed breifs that his mother had left out for him. The unbeleivablly small clothes that he had held in his hands the night before seemed to fit him perfectly now.

Don got in the car with his mother and she drove him to the store, as they left he spotted a young teen about 16 and his father looking over his old car, the car he had driven only yesterday. Don started to tear up a bit. "Oh Donny, stop crying, mommy will buy you a toy car at the store." Don whirled around to his mother."But i dont want a toy car! I want a real one!" he said, he was shocked at just how childish he sounded now. The drive to the store was very quiet, what could a mother say to her child that was doing this to him? They arrived at the store. Don’s mother immediatley lead him into the infants and young children’s section. "what do you think of this honey?" she said, holding up a lightrblue baby’s 1 peice with footies. "its too small" Don said with resentment. Don’s mother smiled "you’ll grow down into it." and placed it in the buggy. Several other outfits like this including 2 boxes of diapers were purchased in the hour or so that they were at the store. By the time they were in checkout Don was having trouble keeping his pants up. The now 5 year old boy was having trouble figuring out how to tighten his belt, something that had been 2nd nature to him before.

On the way out Don noticed taht his mother had put a car seat in the back of the car before they had left that morning. He kicked and screamed as his mother picked him up and humiliated him by putting him into the seat. "You wanna go to McDonalds Donny?" his mother said, being that it wasa bout lunch time. The most communication the 4 year old Don could muster was a sharp"NO!" "Aw come on honey, we needto get yo uinto these diapers. You can get a toy!" she said. For some reason the idea of a toy sounded kind of good to Don. He didn’t say anything though. Don’s mother pulledinto the Mcdonalds, and, after carefully asssembling a bag of her selected clothes, carried it in with her son in hand. She took him into the bathroom, as he was struggling to hold the Landsend pants up, nearly tripping over the pant legs. Don was lead into the largest stall where his mother undressed him from the blanket like clothes he had thought were way too small only the night before. She then laid him on his back in a humiliating position and strapped the diaper on him. Little Donny had almost regressed back to 3 years old by the time the food arrived. As his father had said he remembered things from his past, his girl friend, going to school, driving his car, all the memories were there, but he was having trouble remembering much detail about them as language escaped his mind.

Don found the toy from his happy meal incerasingly entertaining as time passed by. Once they returned home, little Donny found that his father had been busy, removing his posters and other teenage andyoung adult material, and returning his room to an infantile state complete with crib. Little Donny was feeling quite tired from the busy day he had.His mother fed him with some baby food, and then put him to bed. As he lay down his memory of his life from the age of 1 till 18 had escaped him, only abstract images he didn’t understand remained. As Don drifted off to sleep his mother and father stood over the crib holding one another. "Hes so beautiful" his mother said. "yea, we should leave him like this forever." His father added.

Thanks for reading the story, hope you enjoyd it, there was a problem with formatting when it waa created so at the expense of reformatting it was left un-corrected. This has been done now (cept for this part.) Sorry but I didn’t realize anyone would be publishing a hardback copy or making this some sort of competition, I only write these because I enjoy it, and publish them because I enjoy other people reading them, just as the other writers here I’m sure.