This choice: agreed with them and put you in a diaper • Go Back...Chapter #6Change is in the air by: shadow   You followed your mother back into the twin’s bedroom. “So, the twins shrunk you with some ray gun?” Mom summarized.
“Right,” You nodded from behind your mother’s leg.
Your mother gave the twins a look like she was scanning them. “Is this true?”
“Zap her!” Adam shouts from behind the toy box.
The gun shook in Emily’s grip as she aimed it at Mom. “Don’t you dare, young lady!” Your toddler sister had her finger on the trigger, but with a squeak, she dropped the gun, and Mom picked up the mysterious device. “Where,” Mom demanded, “Did you even get this?”
“Adam brought home!” Your sister shrieked.
“Tattletale!” Adam barked.
“Young man,” Your mother eyed Adam. “Explain!”
“I gots at park,” Your brother sheepishly replied. “Was on gwound.”
“I’m very disappointed in both of you,” Mom lectured as the twins held their heads down. “When you find something, and you’re not sure what it is, you need to tell me, or something horrible could happen.”
“Uh,” You muttered, “It’s a little late for that, Mom.”
“Quiet, Fred,” Your mother waved your comment away. “Now, we’ll have to figure out where this gun came from,” Mom held the gun to her face and began to examine it.
“I’ll be happy to help you, Mom,” You smile. “Let’s start with figuring out how to get me back to normal.”
“No, no, no!” Mom shook her head. “We’re not using the gun until we find an expert.” Your mother didn’t even look at you before kneeling and adding, “You’ll just have to make do, Fred.”
“Make do?” You demand as your brother and sister giggle.
“Yes,” Mom noted, and before you could process what was happening, you were lifted into the air.
You squirmed in your mother’s grasp but she was used to keeping rowdy kids in her arms. “Put me down,” You plead.
“Don’t be fussy, Fred,” Mom murmured like she was putting one of the twins into timeout.
With a plop your mother placed you on the twin’s changing table. “What the heck, Mom?”
“Language,” Mom scolded as she reached under the table where you knew the diapers were kept.
“Mom!”
“Be reasonable, Fred,” Your mother stated. “You can’t very well use the toilet at this size; now hold still.”
Having raised three kids (two of them twins) Mom was experienced in dressing a tot no matter how much they protested so despite your squirming your butt was soon powdered and diapered, “Mom!”
“Quiet,” Your mother repeated. “We can’t draw any attention to ourselves so we’ll have to pass you off as a baby, Fred.”
“Mom!” You blushed as the twins silently giggled behind Mom.
“This has to be done,” Mom declared she reached down and pulled up…
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