Today was the day.  In just a few hours, the last half-day of school would end.  Summer would start.  Our parents would be gone.  Jake and I had a gameplan for the summer.  This would be great.  I’d say my goodbye to my friends.  I’d told them that I’d be gone for the summer with my parents, but that was a lie.  Jake, meanwhile, was telling his friends that a cousin was staying over for the summer.  If you’re confused, I don’t blame you.  I’m 16, but you wouldn’t ever guess by my size.  If not for my antlers, you’d never guess that I’m a teenage buck.  More often than not, that worked against me – in school, in friendships, in relationships…  But a secret part of me loved being little.  I missed the time that I was a kid and my 8-year-old brother and I made up a game plan for me to relive that.  There was a downside, of course, but I was willing to live with that.
	When we got home around noon, Jake was in the corner, his head hanging low.  “Kevin!” my mom cried, “come here!”
	My ears perked up as I heard her, not sure what was going on.  Please don’t be bad news.  I walked up to her cautiously, my ears flattened as I asked, “yes mom?”
	She looked around the corner at my brother then pulled me in closer to her.  “We didn’t want to tell you unless it became an issue, but it looks like you’re going to have to deal with it.  Jake has been wetting his pants.”
	My eyes went wide.  “What?” I asked, legitimately confused.  “When did this start?”
	“Two weeks ago…At first, it was just at night, but then he started doing it while he was awake…We took him to the doctors and everything is okay.  But it looks like you are going to need to keep in protection until he can stop.  Your father and I bought some already, but he’s going to need your help getting into them.  I’m sorry, baby, but our vacation isn’t refundable.  I would’ve rather that this was taken care of before we left.”
	My gut sank.  I felt legitimately bad for Jake.  I had no idea.  “Of course.  He’s my little brother.  It’s the least I can do for him,” I said.
	“You’re such a good boy.” She replied, tussling my hair.  “You both are.  Now, we’re leaving in a few minutes.  Do you need anything before we head out?”
	“No,” I said, smiling.  I loved it when my hair was tussled.  This would be a good summer for bonding between the two of us.


	“So mom told me about the accidents.” I told Jake as our parents left the house.
	“Oh that?  Don’t worry.  It was part of the plan.”
	“Wait, what?” I asked, legitimately confused.
	“Don’t worry about it.  Just know that I was faking it for the plan.  You ready to do this, Kevvy?” He said, tussling my hair.  I flushed red beneath my brown fur.  We were basically the same height so he could do it pretty easily.  It always made me extra shy when he called me Kevvy.  
	“You’re in charge for the summer, so I guess?” I said, unsure.  He knew that I was pretty childish although I don’t know exactly to what extent he knew about.  When I told him that I wished I could still play kid games, he was the one who came up with the plan.
	“You got it, lil bro.” he teased, taking me by the paw into the bathroom.
	It was hard not to get embarrassed, knowing what was about to happen as he let go and encouraged me to strip down.  I sat down on a seat and leaned forward, closing my eyes in preparation.  Nerves bundled up inside me.  In anatomy class, they told me that they’d grow back by the end of the summer, but I was pretty stunted as it was…What if they didn’t?
	A sawing noise filled the air and I did my best to stay still as my brother sawed off my antlers.  Thankfully, it didn’t hurt at all.  It was just like getting a haircut.  It just took a while longer to cut than hair.  About 5 minutes later, he tapped me on the head after I felt two weights drop to the ground.  Two little nubs, smaller than my brothers’ horns were on my head.  Seeing it…he was actually a tiny bit taller than me without the antlers.
	“Not quite done yet, lil bro.  Gotta make it look right.” He put my head back down as he grabbed a file and started working them down to look like little fawn horns.  To his credit, he did it almost too well.  It didn’t look like my horns were coming in at all.
	“Alright.  Next.” He said, turning on the clippers as he buzzed off my extra chest and arm fuzz that bucks get as they grow into puberty.  This didn’t take quite nearly as long although I felt slightly chilly as he did so.  It felt weird without the extra warmth.  
As soon as he’d finished with my arms, I tilted my head in confusion.  “Why is it still on?”
“I’m waiting for you to take off your boxers, silly.” He said, tapping his hoof against the ground.
“Ummm, that wasn’t part of the deal.” I argued, shifting uncomfortably in my seat.
“Well, I’ve already done your antlers and your chest.  It’ll look weird if I don’t get THAT too” he said, point down to my nethers.
“Can’t I just do that?” I asked, not wanting to expose myself to my brother, especially in my ‘condition.’
“Nope.  Off with em.  I’m in charge, and I say that I shave it for ya.”
I relented hesitantly, standing up and turning away as I lowered my boxers, placing my paws over my crotch.
“I can’t do it with your paws over it and facing away, silly.”  After I didn’t immediately move them, he shooed my turned me around and shooed my paws away.  “Oh.  I guess there isn’t all that much to buzz after all.  I guess there’s a little though.”
I let out a fawn bleat, turning to the side and hoping he didn’t understand.  I had plenty of fuzz down there.  It’s just that there wasn’t all that much surface area, if you know what I mean.  My miniscule length stood very firm as I did my best to not focus on it, even as he kept messing with it to buzz around.
“I was thinking, are you sure that you’re really my big brother?  You’re smaller than me and your wee wee is tiny too.”
I blushed “Well…you’re the big bro for now.”
“I guess you’re right,” he said, smiling.  “Okay.  All done.  Go ahead and take a bath, lil guy.”  He swatted my rear as he left the bathroom.
I looked at myself once more in the mirror and was surprised by the transformation.  Between my little fawn horns and my small cock, I didn’t even look to be the age that I was going to be pretending to be, let alone my actual age.  I shook my head, trying to get those thoughts out of my head as I bathed off the dust and fur from what had just happened.


	“Alright, time to get you into your clothes,” Jake called to me a few minutes later when I’d finished.  He was going to let me borrow some of his clothes while I was pretending to be his cousin.  This was going to be fun!
	Shyly, I came into the room.  I had a towel on, but I knew that I looked incredibly like a fawn and it was embarrassing.  
	“Hop onto the bed.”  
I left the towel on as I laid back, trying not to meet his gaze.  
“Dork.  How am I going to put you in clothes with this on?” he said, tossing it off to the side nonchalantly.
I didn’t want to look as he put me into clothes.  It was far too cubby.  My ears perked up as I heard rustling but I just assume that he was opening a package of some sort.  I didn’t really understand just what kind until I felt something secured to my front and then tapes being placed.  I was incredibly confused and when I looked down, I bleated loudly.  “WHAT!?”
“Oww.” Jake said, covering his ears.  “I said you’d wear my clothes.  Mom and dad got these for me before they left.  And I’m in charge.  So you’re wearing them instead.”
“Wha-wha…I-No!” I said, confused, not wanting to accept what was happening.
Jake pouted at me.  “I mean…your horns and adult fur are all shaved.  I could tell mom and dad that they need to come back!”
I suddenly panicked.  “No! no!  Not that!”
“Are you going to be my good baby bro then?”
I bit my lip and groaned...I guess it sort of felt nice…This wasn’t what I’d intended, but I still got to be a kid, right?  “I guess so…”
“Yay!” he cried, hugging me.   “Ohh!  I found something!   Here!”
“What? Gah!” I cried as he started putting something around my neck while he was still embracing me.  A weird jingling noise brought back bad memories.  “Oh no…you didn’t…”
“Mmhmm!  Mom and dad told me that you used to wear this when you were a cub!”
“But- but-…I’m supposed to be your age.  I wore this when I was like 5.”
“Mom and dad told me that you used to wear diapers when you were 5 too.”
A deep flush sneaked its way across my muzzle.  “Wha…”
“To make me feel better about ‘wetting the bed.’  She said that you loved to hide when you needed a change, so the bell made it easier to find you.  It’s okay!  You can still play games as my baby bro.  We’ll just need to change you from time to time.”
I couldn’t believe it.  This wasn’t what I was expecting at all.  I thought I’d just be a shaved down version of myself…Turns out I’m going to be going back to being treated like a 5-year-old for the summer…a diapered 5-year-old.  
Maybe this summer won’t be so bad after all.