Do Something Babyish (Patreon)

Sixteen-year-old Jason sees his little two-year-old brother Jerry asleep in his crib. Jerry is laying on a mat on the floor, he is dressed only in a blue shark diaper and a light red short-sleeved t-shirt with an animated dinosaur.  He wasn't even wearing pants.

Jason tiptoes into his room, trying not to wake him. He pulls out the trait swapping device. It looks like an orange-colored toy gun.  He points it toward Jerry before pressing the center activation button. On the screen are three different options. Physical trait, Mental trait, and Life trait.

Jason looks at his little brother and thinks, "Jerry, you don't know how good you have it. You can do anything you want and if you get into trouble, they will all say, 'He is only two, he doesn't know what he is doing.' Or you might get a swat on your butt. You can shit your pants, and someone will come to clean it up. 

Everyone around you is there to keep you safe. You steal a toy or something and maybe you will get yelled at. Being two is a magic shield to getting into trouble. No one expects you to do anything. You are free to play all day. I wish I knew how good I had it when I was your age. Now I'm sixteen and I can't do any of those things. I have to go to school and do my chores and all sorts of things. It would be great to be treated like a two-year-old for a little while".

Jason decided as his first use of the device he would swap lives with Jerry. He would slack off the rest of the day or maybe the week. Once he was all relaxed then he would return to his own life.

"But for now," he thought as he pressed the button, "Welcome to being a two-year-old again."

Jason thought that he would be transformed physically into a toddler, but that wasn't what happened. The only thing that transformed was his clothing. He found himself sitting on the floor in front of the TV with his thumb in his mouth watching some silly 'educational' animated video on types of animals. Looking down he saw he was wearing a blue pajama top and a blue diaper in the same style his brother was wearing.  He could feel the diaper without touching it. It felt thicker and tighter than the clothes he usually wore.   The elastic was tight around his legs and his waist.  

"Was it dry?" Jason thought it was, even though it really wasn't. Not that at this point, he needed to be changed regardless.  His mommy would only change him at designated times or when he was much wetter than this.

"Everyone thinks I'm a two-year-old.  It's time to actually do something babyish!" Jason thought.

"I'm going to go potty in my die-pee," he thought purposefully using babyish terminology.

Jason gets up out of his sitting position and squats. Then he tries to push a turd out. He couldn't do it. He didn't need to go and doing it in this position felt weird.

While Jason was trying to poo, his mother happened to pass by. She sees the big orange toy gun. She knew that he shouldn't have something like that.  She reaches over and takes it.

"That's mine," Jason demanded.

"No, it's not."

"I want it!"

Mommy wasn't interested in a debate with a two-year-old.  She took the device. Jason couldn't get it back. He was stuck being treated as a two-year-old. There wasn't anything he could do about it. He would be two until he was three, and then three until he was four. It would be a long time before he was a teenager again. 

Composite photo by Digital Buggu, Maria Lindsey Content Creator and cottonbro 

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