Trevor lived on the same street as Karyn. He had left the party soon after Jon and Katy, having drank a bit too much. He had fallen asleep fairly soon after getting home, barely taking the time to take his much too small clothes off before collapsing on his bed.
When he woke up the next morning he was full of energy and there was no sign of the hangover he was expecting. Trevor jumped up out of bed and was surprised to find himself wearing a pair of Paw Patrol pyjamas. "Where the hell did these come from?" he thought to himself. "And who put them on me?" More bizarre than the pyjamas was the fact that Trevor noticed his underwear was a bit thicker than normal. Growing up he had continued to wet the bed until he was 6 or 7 but he hadn't had an accident in years. He figured someone was playing a prank on him. His training pants were completely dry so he clearly didn't need anything like them.
He felt a sudden, very urgent need to pee so he ran quickly to the bathroom down the hall. He barely made it in time and had just dropped his pyjama and training pants to his ankles when the pee started to spurt out of him. A second or two later and he would have needed the training pants for real. He stood at the toilet, pants pooled around his ankles, holding up his pyjama top and looking down in childlike innocence as he sprayed his pee into the toilet. When he finished he shook himself dry and flushed the toilet. He pulled the training pants back up but simply forgot about the pyjama pants. He didn't realise it yet but as far as the world was concerned he was now barely four years old again and with that came a new lack of modesty. He didn't think twice about walking out of the bathroom wearing only a pyjama top and a pair of paw patrol themed training pants. It didn't cross his mind to get dressed or at the very least put on some regular underpants. He would later learn that his parents, his mom in particular would now be making all these decisions for him.
Given that it was Saturday morning, nobody else was awake so Trevor quietly made his way downstairs. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and sat on the floor in front of the TV and soon found some cartoons that he found mesmerising. He was sitting cross legged on the floor when about 40 minutes later, his brother came in. Ian was 10 years old and until yesterday was Trevor's much younger brother.
As Ian entered the room he just said, "Morning squirt. I wanna watch my shows." Without waiting for a reply, Ian grabbed the remote from beside Trevor. Trevor tried to grab it back but Ian easily overpowered him. Trevor lost his temper instantly a lunged at the boy who was half his size. But Ian easily grabbed Trevor and overpowered him. Ian pinned Trevor to the ground and leaned on top of him. Trevor tried with all his might to get up but he was completely at Ian's mercy. Ian started to tickle one of Trevor's bare feet and only laughed at Trevor as he feebily attempted to break free. "I can do this all day, squirt." Ian said mockingly.
Trevor begged him to stop, "OK Ok. I give in. Watch whatever you want, just please stop tickling me. Please, I feel like I'm gonna...."
Ian stopped for a moment and asked, "Gonna what?" but Trevor didn't answer, his face just turned bright red. Ian laughed again, "No way, did the little baby just pee his pants? It's a good thing you were still wearing your training pants from last night. Gosh, you really are just a bay, aren't you."
Trevor just looked embarrassed but being called a baby and being treated like the little brother didn't bother him as much as it probably should have. He just relented his struggle with Ian and let him control the TV before going back to his bowl of cereal, ignoring the warm, wet feeling in his underwear for now.
