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Chapter 2
Stan's POV
"I don't know what we're going to do." Wendy tells me as she sets me down. I look in the mirror at my oversize clothes and tiny frame.
"Wendy, if thith ith a joke, I'm tho not laughing!" I stomp my foot.
She giggles. "I honestly don't know what happened Stan!"
"Then why are you laughing?"
"Because you're stomping your foot like a four year old." She continues laughing.
"Thith ithn't funny Wendy! I have to be at work in an hour!" I remind her.
She stops laughing. "Oh yeah, well what are you going to do?"
"I can't go to work like thith!"
"Just call in sick."
"I can't! My bosth will never believe iths me!" I look up at her. "Pleath Wendy, you're going to have to cover for me."
She picks me up and cradles me like a baby. "Ok baby, anything for you." She kisses my cheek. "I honestly don't know how you got like this, but I'm kind of liking it. The lisp is so cute!"
"Wendy! Put me down! I don't want to be a four year old again! I want to be a grown up!"
"I don't want to put you down yet, you're like the son that I always wanted us to have." She pinches my cheek.
"Wendy focuth! Thith ith a therious thituation!"
She laughs. "Don't say that again."
"Can you juth pleath call my bosth for me? I have to figure out what the hell happened."
She puts me down and pats me on the head. "I'll call, but then I have to get ready for work myself."
About 30 minutes later Wendy walks towards the front door. "I told your boss that you weren't feeling like yourself today so that should give you some time to figure this out."
"Thankth Wendy, I owe you." I tell her.
"You're damn right you do." She picks up her briefcase and heads towards the door. "Well I'm off to work, let me know if you turn back into an adult while I'm gone."
"Whoa, aren't you forgetting thomething?" I ask her.
She looks down at me. "What?"
"My morning blow job. You can't go to work without doing that."
She laughs. "Silly Stan, I can't do that."
"Why not?"
She kneels down and pats me on the head. "Baby, you're four years old. That would just be…weird."
I cross my arms. "Hey! I may look like a four year old, but I'm really thirty-thixth!"
"But you have the appearance of a four year old. I'm sure your penis is the size of a four year old too." She kisses me on the forehead and stands up.
I stomp my foot. "Fine, be like that!"
She laughs again. "Well you're definitely acting like a four year old." She turns towards the door. "Try not to get into any four year old trouble." She laughs again as she walks out the door.
"Thith thuckth!" I sit down and fold my arms. Wait what am I doing? I have to figure out how to change me back. In the meantime, I sit on the couch and watch a little tv. About a half hour later, there's a knock on the door. I try to look through the peep hole, but I remember I'm four and can't reach it. I look out the window and see Kyle and Bebe. I manage to get the door unlock and open it. "Hey guyth!" I greet them.
"Oh my…" Kyle starts.
"GOD!" Bebe finishes.
"Come in and clothe the door. I don't want anyone to thee me like thith." I tell them and they do just that. "What are you guyth doing here anyway? Thouldn't you be at work?"
"We were headed there until Wendy called and told us what happened to you." Kyle explains. "She asked Bebe to babysit you while she's at work."
"Babythit? I don't need a goddamn babythitter! I need my goddamn life back! I hate thith!" I snort.
"Oh Stan, your lisp is sooooooooooooooooooo cute!" Bebe squeals.
"Not now Bebe." Kyle tells her and looks back at me. "Dude, you can't stay here alone and Wendy is really worried about you."
"If the wath that worried, the would've thayed home with me." I tell them.
"She couldn't take off work last minute. Besides, Bebe works part time and they know she's mom. All she had to do was say she had a sick kid and she's fine."
I sigh. "I don't want her here!"
"Don't be a brat Stan, it will be fun!" Bebe smiles.
"In the meantime, Wendy and I are going to try to figure out how the hell this happened." He gives Bebe a kiss. "I'll see you later babe." He crouches down to my level. "Try not to give my wife a hard time there buddy." He rubs my hair and leaves.
Bebe looks at me. "You hungry, pumpkin?"
I grunt. "Yeth, I'm hungry and don't call me pumpkin!"
"Why not? I call my kids pumpkin."
"Damn it Bebe, I'm not your kid! I'm not even a kid! I'm a grown mother fucking man!"
She laughs. "Right now you're a little boy, and a little boy with a foul mouth! If you keep that up, you're going to have to be punished!" She threatens.
I roll my eyes. "Go to hell Bebe!" I walk off, but before I can get far, I'm lifted off the ground by Bebe. "Bitch, put me down!"
She shakes her head. "No way! You have a filthy mouth! I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap!"
My eye widen. "You wouldn't!"
"I would and I am." She takes me in the bathroom and turns on the sink. I start squirming and she gets a tighter grip on me. "Don't fight, you'll only make it worse!"
I let out a deep sigh. "I thorry…" I tell her.
She smiles. "It's too late Stanny!" She then proceeds to wash my mouth with soap and water. When she's done, I spit the water out in the sink and she puts me down. "Now you go to your room and think about what you've done!" She points towards my room. I sadly walk to my room. "Best believe Wendy is going to hear about this, young man!"
I sit on my bed and fold my arms. "I have to get my life back and thoon…"
