“I’m sorry to do this,” Mike said, “but after this morning it has to be done.” With that, Kyle was pulled back over Mike’s knee.
“But I didn’t do anything this time!” he protested. Mike just patted him on the butt a couple of times and told him it would be over soon. Then, SMACK! He felt the hairbrush hit is bare butt and he cried out. But at the same time he also felt a strange tingling feeling throughout his body. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Kyle started to cry, but even with his butt feeling like it was on fire, he realized he felt different; smaller almost. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! His cries sounded a bit higher pitched and he saw that the hair had gone from his arms which were gripping Mike’s left leg. SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! … SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! … SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Kyle cried and cried. Mike put the hairbrush down and said, “It’s OK little guy. Everything is going to be OK now.” And he picked Kyle right up in his arms and carried him over to the changing table. Kyle felt himself lose his breath and couldn’t find any words, or even the ability to cry as he was laid down on the baby-sized table and realized that…. he FIT. He was tiny. He was the size of a toddler. All of a sudden he realized the horrible reality of his situation… somehow, we was in the body of a two-year-old again.