Held Back

Chapter 3
The Shock

The next morning I awoke and did my normal routine by going into the bathroom to do my business. When I looked in the mirror I had the shock of my life. Staring back at me was an 8 yr old. For some reason I had shrunk more overnight.

Mom, Dad you something happened.

What is it honey, why is your voice more squeakier?

See for yourself.

Your parents came up to you and saw your problem.

Maybe the nurse gave you a little more than we wanted.

I don’t want to be 8 again. Being 12 was different, at least I was in the same grade as before but now I would have to go back to the third grade.

Don’t worry, the drug might didn’t wear off until now.

What if it didn’t?

Well if tomorrow you wake up any younger we will find the nurse and counselor and ask them what happened and see if there is an antidote.

Well, ok. But we need to return these clothes and get me new clothes.

Your right we might as well get clothes for you to wear if you get any younger.

My parents left to the store to return some of the clothes in exchange for clothes for me to wear for at least and day along with clothes that I could wear if I wake up tomorrow any younger.

While they were out I watched more TV and had the urge to watch cartoons like sponge bob square pants. My parents finally came home after 2 hours with my new clothes.

This is embarrassing.

You had to wear a shirt with pokemon on them, pokemon shorts and even pokemon underwear.

That was the only clothes left since it is summer vacation. We did get clothes for you if you got any younger. Remember if you wake up any younger than 8 tomorrow we will go see the counselor.

Later that night I couldn’t sleep again, this time in fear that I might wake up tomorrow younger than I am right now. Just the idea of the possibility of me being back in diapers as a helpless baby was scary.

The next morning my fear had come true. When I looked in the mirror I was now no older than 5 year old.

Ok, that’s it we are going to the school to talk to the counselor about this. We wanted him to be 12 again not 5.

But mom, what can they do? How do we know they have an antidote.

We should just hope they do and if not we can always have your room set up for a baby.

That isn’t funny.

Well get dressed, I laid out the clothes you would wear on your bed.

On my bed was clothes more embarrassing than the day before. On the clothes was Barney.

I don’t believe mom and dad are making me wear this.

I put on the clothes since I had no choice.

Please let them have antidote, please.