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When Mitchell had said Mikey would only need to wear a diaper until Mom or Dad said something, he should have known there was a catch. It had been two weeks now, they were back home from the beach house, and Mikey was still in diapers around the clock. When Dad barely even batted an eye about Mikey being taken through the house in nothing but a diaper, that's when it really sunk in for him that this was just yet another aspect of his toddlerfication. Mikey did his best to make due, though it pained him to try and make the best of his situation. Remembering what Mitchell had called them that first night, he had cautiously referred to them as his puffy, crinkly tighty whities. Mitchell wasn't making him use them after all! He just tugged them down for Mikey to use the bathroom and then back up they came. But Mitchell had not gone for it. Mikey calling them tighty whities just once had led to a daylong game of Mitchell touching Mikey's diapered bottom and Mikey having to duti...

  If Mikey was pushed to decide what the most annoying part of his new life was, it was how quickly everyone had accepted him as little more than a toddler. "You've got a lot of sand on your tootsies, monkey!" Mitchell said as they arrived at the beach house. "We were just on the beach." "Oh, sounds like someone's getting grumpy." Mitchell squatted down. Sure, that made Mikey taller than him, but not by much. It was still close enough that he felt like he was on the smaller boy's level. "Here, we don't want to track sand into the house." Mikey squirmed and tried to get Mitchell to stop, but in no time flat, he was stripped down to his underwear. "Is there sand in your Spideys?" Mitchell asked. "Well, monkey?" He playfully poked Mikey's belly button. "No, dada." "Well, just to be safe" he tugged them down, grinning as Mikey covered himself. "My little monkey's so protecti...

Michael sighed as he watched the waves, grumpily pushing his hair out of his face. Last summer, he would have loved being on vacation here by the ocean, but now? Now his entire life had turned upside down, it felt like. New undies. New hairstyle. So, so many new rules. He cried out as hands slipped under his bare arms and spun him around before pulling him into his brother's arms. "Mitchell!" He whined. Mitchell laughed, his voice much deeper than his older brother's. "I must've startled you, huh, Monkey?" Michael sighed and squirmed as Mitchell held him against his chest. "Cuz someone forgot his good boy greeting." "Hi, dada." He mumbled. "That's right. Why am I dada?" "You know why!" "Well, a coconut fell from a tree and bonked me on the head!" Mitchell said with a laugh. He sat down on a beach chair, setting Michael in his lap. "C'mon, Monkey Mikey. Tell me why I'm dada." "C...