It took you a long time to become comfortable your smaller, younger body after you regressed. Not that anyone noticed unless you said anything. Mostly they just treated you like the uncoordinated toddler you appeared to be as if you never were an adult.

Sure, the regression treatment worked great at healing the injury you went into the doctor for. However, it also ended up taking you all the way down to 2 years old.

"Apparently you had a history of minor injuries, so it kept on making you younger to heal each. I wonder if it'll keep working..."

Spending a weekend as a toddler was more fun than you had thought it would be. But now you're back to your adult self and ready for work. Or you will be once you remember how to dress yourself. Some skills just take time to return after a vacation from adulthood.

You drop your laptop bag and the backpack and just let out a long sigh. Without warning, though, your boss lifts you into the highchair and starts setting up your laptop on the tray.

Oh well, time to get to work. Though you do wonder what will happen when you need a change...

The room now looks more like a nursery than a workplace office. A playpen sits in one corner with toys in it, while a highchair has taken the place of your desk. They've clearly spent some time decorating as the walls have plenty of preschool and daycare style stickers on them.

You allow yourself to be led to your office, your little legs having to do extra work to keep up. It wasn't the worst re-introduction, but clearly some people aren't going to see you as an adult.

And then they open your office door for you so you can see in.

"The company daycare is now open!" someone says in a stage whisper causing a few people to laugh.

"Now, now... None of that! They are still a valued member of our team and we should respect that," your boss intones. "Now, why don't we all welcome them back and then get to work."

You toddle into the office, your laptop bag with both arms and a changing supply filled backpack on your shoulders. You look up and notice that the entire office is there, waiting to welcome you back. As you look, you can see it in their expressions, they aren't going to be mature about this at all.

It's your first day back to work after the... incident. You know that your co-workers were already informed about your situation, and you hope that they remain professional. You straighten your tie and tug up your pants, the toddler-sized clothes not hiding your diaper at all.

"I'm an adult and I demand you treat me like one!"

"Oh? Is that so? And you're ready to go back to work as you are right now? Or maybe the gym? I didn't think so. Besides, it's hard to take you seriously when you look just like a toddler... right down to needing a change."

You wake up and immediately notice the room is lit by sunlight. Shit. You're going to be late for work! Except things don't feel quite right...

"Wake up little sleepyhead! Mommy's got your morning bottle all warmed up! But first we need to change your diaper! Yes we do! Such a little cutie!"

"You almost made it! Maybe next time sweetie! I'm so proud of you for trying so hard to relearn your potty training! But just remember, Mommy will love you no matter what! Especially now that you're my baby again! I meant big kid! Don't pout! Now, let's go get that diaper changed, huh?"

"Now that you're little again, what do you want to go as for Halloween?"

"I don't wanna!"

"Sweetie, we discussed this. You have to at least pretend to be a little kid or people are going know you used to be an adult."

"Hmpf!"

"Would you rather I shrink you too small to go trick-or-treating?"

"OK, what happened?"

"They offered me a new car if I gave up my potty training. I figured it was a joke, so I agreed."

"Well, I hope you enjoy your NEW Cozy Coupe and being a toddler again."

"It could be worse! You're the one stuck changing my diapers!"

"Did... Did you just drink that entire Youthfulness Potion?"

"Yeah... so? I can't wait to be 20 again! I was in great shape!"

"Um... Yeah... You should have read the directions more closely. You're about to get hit with a lot more youth than you were expecting."

"Ha! I feh... wha? ah buh?"

You look up at your former boyfriend and scowl. You absolutely will NOT participate in an advertising photo shoot for toddler clothes! No matter how cute the outfits are.

You boy... daddy treated you ice cream after, though, and you did have fun modeling...

"Now... How about that diaper ad?"

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This is it. You’ve waited SO long. Ever since you were turned into an infant, you’ve been doing everything in your power to hold on to your past self. After a year of diaper changes, bottle feedings and other embarrassments, you are finally old enough to talk.

You stand there in front of the toilet trying to figure out how you're going to climb up on it. Your sudden regression has left you small enough that you definitely need a booster step, but you don't have one. So you either have to find a way to get on the potty or get used to wearing diapers again.

"Now, stand up straight so I can mark your height. The doctor said we should check the progress of your regression every day. So stop pouting! I'm sure you won't get /that/ little! But if you do, I'll still love you! Just... you know... as a mommy instead of your girlfriend. In fact..."

"This would have been far less embarrassing for you if you had told me you were late to potty train when you were little. I would have had diapers on hand for you after I regressed you. Now you get to walk through the store in wet pants while I pick some out for you, mister preschool potty failure."

You start out trying to tell everyone that you're not actually a baby, but they don't seem to understand you. It doesn't take long to realize that all they are hearing from you is baby babble. In fact, the more you try to talk, the more you feel yourself start to actually babble.

"Gosh, dude, if you didn't want to be regressed down to a toddler, why did you join us in exploring this Haunted Abandoned Daycare? I mean... that's kind of the point of doing this. We all thought you knew! We even already signed you up for real daycare with the rest of us starting Monday!"

You stepped into the daycare and froze, the scents hitting you and taking you back in time. Crayons, apple juice, plastic toys and a lack of full potty training.

"Hi there, little fellow! Come on in! I'm sure you'll make lots of friends! Here, take my hand and I'll introduce you!"

The daycare playground rumor was that the device to undo your regression was in the locked room they wouldn't let you into. You spent weeks planning how to get in there. Unfortunately for you, however, it was just a door into the nursery next door. Now you're stuck even littler than before.

"When I agreed to babysit this weekend, I assumed you meant for your little girl."

"She's going to sleep over at a friend's house while you watch my former husband so I can finally get a night out to myself!"

"That's your husband!?"

"Yeah, he deserved it. He's much easier to handle this way."

"No need to fuss like that! Now that I've regressed you down to an infant I can show you how good a Mommy I am. I'm going to start by dressing you in the cutest little outfits! I know you're a bit grumpy now, but you'll get used to it. After all, you're stuck as a baby until I decide otherwise."

When they asked you if you wanted to be "pampered during your stay" at the resort you booked for your vacation, you assumed they meant a spa package. Instead you found yourself regressed and spending most of your time in the resort daycare playing with other toddlers while your husband went golfing.

The new service said they could allow you to "relive your happiest moment." Now you're stuck in a loop reliving your third birthday over and over. And while it might have been a happy occasion at that age, receiving your "first training pants" isn't the memory you would have chosen to relive.

"And he's taken so well to the treatments! I can't believe he's already shrunk down so much. And he seems almost oblivious to it! Last night he even put on PullUps before bed without me promoting, though he'll be back in diapers before much longer. He really does make a better baby than husband."

After waking up in a crib, you try to remember exactly what happened last night.

You went to the club.

You had a few drinks.

You danced with a few young ladies.

An older woman started chatting you up, asking when you were potty trained.

She helped you change your pants after you wet them...