You open your eyes, looking upward at the familiar ceiling of Mikey Jr.'s room, you wonder what has happened. Your eyes slowly adjust to the brightness in the room. You put your arms out in order to pick yourself up, but to your surprise your not strong enough. You do manage to sit up, dazed. Your confusion is only greatened when you find yourself level with the seat of a once small chair. You look down and it all hits you. "No...not..again.." You think. You have become your baby son.
Your eyes grow wide at the tiny, pudgy fingers of your son, as well as the onesie you find yourself in. You grab the chair and use it to help you stand, you manage to get on your feet. Walking is almost impossible as your legs struggle to take your weight. Up until now you hadn't noticed the rhythmic sucking on your pacifier, as drool slowly made its way down your face and onto your clothes. You take your first step and immediately notice the crinkling. Mikey's diaper! Suddenly your wife mom walks in
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