Jeff walked in the door of the house, he noticed the kids hadn’t arrived home yet. He made his way into the kitchen where Margaret was starting dinner. Without turning to look at her husband “Did you find a cure today? It’s Friday and you said a solution would be found.” Dejected he hung his head and quietly said “No.”
“If you don’t stop regressing by the end of the weekend, I’m afraid changes will have to be made. You can’t sleep on the couch forever and I can’t sleep with a pre-teen in my bed. Plus your relationship with your kids will inevitably change as you regress.” Jeff knew his kids were seeing him different already. Susan had been great not overstepping the bounds of decency and respect once it was obvious Jeff was the younger of the two. Bobby on the other hand had been much crueler with his jokes If Jeff regressed much farther there would definitely be problems dealing with Bobby.
Saturday afternoon, Margaret decided to take Bobby and Mary to the park. It was too nice outside and Mary really wanted to play on the swings. Jeff was told he would be going to the park “You have been sulking all day and besides some fresh air is good for kids your age.” All Jeff could do was scowl at Margaret before accepting he had no choice and relented to the much larger and older woman of the house.
Once at the park Bobby and Mary ran around playing on their favorite apparatus, however Jeff refused to have fun and sat down on the bench. After a while Margaret came over and sat beside the child. She put her arm around the diminished frame and tried to consol him. “Honey it isn’t all that bad, try not to dwell on it, go and have fun.” Jeff looked up at her, “Dwell on it? What else can I do? I’ve lost my adulthood and I might loose my pre-teens. I could end up being introduced as Mary’s twin! What is worse is that pretty soon Bobby is going to figure out he can push me around, then I’m screwed.”
“Well then I suggest you start to make friends with him now, so he isn’t as tough on you. I can’t watch over the two of you 24 hours a day. Now get up and go play with Bobby.” With that Margaret grabbed Jeff’s hand and walked over to the monkey bars. “Bobby would you please play with Jeff. He is looking down and could use some fun.”
“Alright, I guess but I get to choose the game.” Bobby grudgingly replied. With that Jeff knew that his control over Bobby was starting to slip. It was only choosing a game but Bobby made the decision instead of Jeff for the first time. “Let’s play spaceman. I’m the captain and you are the other spaceman. Let’s go into outer space. Bobby climbed the jungle gym and proceeded to shout orders.”
Jeff slowly got into the play-acting roll of a spaceman in a rocket ship. His youthful age also came with an overactive imagination, after a short while Jeff started to enjoy himself. Soon he was caught up in the game and forgot he was a mature husband and father. Instead throwing himself into his new found role as a spaceman roaring across the galaxy.
After a couple of hours everyone was ready to go home. Bobby and Jeff had become friends in the park/ Jeff’s fears were eased by the new bond he had formed with his son. They all got into the mini van and proceeded towards home with a quick stop at the store for ice cream. Bobby and Mary were both excited at the announcement but Jeff was less enthused about the treat. Mary got a Fudge-sickle while Bobby and Jeff picked ice cream sandwiches. As Jeff bit into the ice cream the flavours jumped in his mouth. He hadn’t noticed until now that his tastes were changing. After arriving back at the house they all went inside. Mary was immediately was sent upstairs for her nap while Bobby went to use the Play station and Jeff went into his old study to contemplate what to do next.
Sunday morning not much had changed, Jeff was still regressing by now it looked like he was 9 or 10 years old. His voice was beginning to change becoming higher pitched. As he inspected his body he noticed all the hair was gone except for his head. He knew puberty had passed him by and for the first time he recognized he really was a child, not an adult nor a teenager but a child. No longer could he drive, work or even have a beer. Jeff dreaded the day ahead of him. Jeff walked over to a doorway, stood with his back to the frame and with a pencil drew a line at the top of his head
By dinner hour Jeff was sure he had lost some more height. He sat beside his son and was sure Bobby was now a couple of inches taller. He had stayed clear of Bobby all day but now he couldn’t avoid the obvious. “So how you feeling squirt?” Bobby joked at Jeff’s condition. “I’m not a squirt! I’ll show you.” Margaret jumped in to stop the fight before it started. “All right you two, that is enough you will both be quiet! Anymore and you will both be sent to your room.”
“But I don’t have a room anymore?” Jeff responded in a disobedient tone. “I said BE QUIET!” With that the dinner table became dead silent. Once the family had finished their meal, Margaret made Bobby and Jeff clean up the dishes while she and Susan went up stairs. Jeff walked into the living room, where Bobby was looking through his Play station collection. He jumps on the couch and turns the TV to the evening news. “Hey I was going to play video games.” Jeff looked at him and smiled. “First come first gets the TV.” With that statement Bobby got up and walked over wrestled his father for the remove.
“Give that to me now.” Screams Bobby, “No its mine! I wanna watch the news!” Jeff yells back as they roll off the couch knocking over a vase causing it to shatter as it hit the floor.
“That’s it!” yells Margaret who came downstairs to see what was going on. “Bobby started it, it’s his fault!” Jeff bolted out as Margaret walked into the room. “I don’t care who started it but both of you come with me.” With that she grabbed both boys by the hand and marched them upstairs to Bobby’s bedroom. I’ve had it, both of you can go to bed right now, pointing to the door.
“But I don’t have a room.” Jeff retorted. “You do now, Susan and I moved the old spare cot into Bobby’s room, you two are going to share the room. Is that understood?” Bobby looked up at his mother, “But that is MY room, I don’t want to share it with a little kid.”
Jeff flew into a temper tantrum. “I’m not LITTLE!” Before Jeff could continue Margaret shut him down “I don’t want to hear it okay. The two of you are roommates so get used to it. I want the two of you to get ready for bed now and no more fighting.” Before Margaret got down the stairs the Jeff began to plead. “Honey, please don’t do this to me. I was 40 only last week, I’m your husband. Don’t make me go to bed now.” Margaret stopped and turned around. Veins were showing in her forehead, last time Jeff saw this she gave Bobby and huge spanking. Jeff immediately retreated into Bobby’s bedroom and closed the door.
Jeff turned around to find Bobby standing behind him. “Listen Squirt this is my room and everything in here is MINE and that includes your bed.” Jeff couldn’t believe what had transpired, he had to sleep with his son but he would live by his son’s rules. Jeff growled back “I don’t have to take this, who do you think you are? I’m the older one you will listen to me!” Jeff was very frustrated and found it hard control himself otherwise he wouldn’t have pushed the issue with Bobby so far. Bobby was bigger than Jeff and could probably take Jeff if it got physical but he didn’t care, he was tired of being pushed around and he was tired of being small.
Jeff took a swing at Bobby but his new uncoordinated body missed wildly. Bobby grabbed the diminutive form and put him in a headlock and switched between noogies and wet willies. “Who is the big kid? Who is the older one? Come on say it.”
After struggling hopelessly for five minutes. Jeff’s head was hurting from the noogies and was utterly humiliated from the wet willies. Finally Jeff relented and with a sobbing voice he begged Bobby to stop. “Please stop! You are bigger and you are the oldest in the room. Please stop! I give up you are older.” With that Bobby let go, leaving Jeff sobbing beside his bed. He crawled into bed without saying a word and cried himself asleep.