the 12 year old Van Johnson had a lot of things going against him in life. He was short and scrawny to the point he often mistaken for a 7 year old, his blond hair which his parents rarely let him get cut had a natural curl to it meaning he was also mistaken for a girl, He had a pretty boy face that just for whatever the reason annoyed the bullies and the like in his class while also making him a teachers pet with very little work on his part and as a final nail in the coffin: he was was a semi math whiz when his class was graded on a curve meaning anyone who flunked a math test put the blame solely on his shoulders.
That meant that on the day that would change his life, he was once again being chased by four of the biggest kids in his class, already having a black eye and a bloody nose and having only escaped via a low blow on the head bully Tully.
Tully was a brunette who was big for his age, often mistaken for a 15 year old, who's hair was always kept in a short crop cut. he was as buff as a 12 year old could be and excelled at sports but was a lousy student and had a face that just made adult instantly distrust him.  In other words: he was the anti Van.
Tully had actually pulled ahead of the other bullies despite the fact Van had gotten off a solid shot to Terry's golden globes and had been zeroing in on Van when the little shit had dashed into the schools massive library, and kicked the door shut behind him, making it slam into Tully's face and smashing his nose though this would only slow him down momentarily at best.

Van knew not to push his luck when it came to Tully, as such he knew not to count on the fact that there was a adult in the library to stop him and took off the back of the library and then doing his best to blend in and hide amount the stacks of un shelfed books.
They had been sitting there for ages, or at least long enough to gather tons of dust that was making Van wanna sneeze, but the shrimp put his tiny size to good use as he hid.
It wasn't long before Tully came storming by, and unable to find Van, let out a frustrated cry and knocked over a pile of book almost on top of Van before storming off. 
If not for the fact that in addition to being a math whiz, Van also was a very quick and good reader this story would end right here, with Van doomed to get his butt kicked sooner or later. However in one of those strange quirks of fate, Van happened to notice that one of the books that had fallen on him was titled 'Your future awaits!'
the name in itself wouldn't of drawn his attention too much, the library did have a section of self help books after all, but as Van wiggled himself free, he noticed the art on the front of the book.
It was a picture of a kid who looked just like Van, opening the book itself, and had the backdrop of the library. 
"..ok that's just weird." Van said, and picked the book up, opening it and mirror the art on the front as he looked though the pages.
the book was about a Van, who had just escaped from being bullied and was now reading a special book, though he would be filled with doubt about it. 
'And knowing that Van wouldn't believe it, the book then told Van about how after lunch, there would be a pop quiz in English, and proceeded to tell him not only the answers, but at what time Tully would attempt to launch a spit ball at him so Van could not only duck it, but get Tully caught and put in after school detention when it would hit the teacher instead.' the text read.
"..Heh. alright sure. and I'm a monkeys uncle.. thoughhh not like I got anything to lose.." Van said out loud. 
He walked to the front desk to go and check out the book, but the librarian was out to lunch and he figured he could always come back and explain later.

After lunch there was indeed a pop English quiz and with it being multiple choice, Van was able to quiz though it after making a show of reading the story that went with it. Keeping a eye on the clock Van also knocked his pencil off his desk and ducked to the left to pick it up and again, just like the book had foretold, a huge spitball went flying by where he had been, but hit the English teacher on the side of his pants, and he wasn't happy in the least bit and led Tully out by the ear. 
'...Holy crap! I have a real book that can predict the future!! with this I can make sure nothing bad ever happens to me again!!" Van thought with barley contained excitement.
In his back pack the book glowed softly, as some changes where made to Van's future..

With Tully in afterschool detention the rest of the bullies had also been put on notice and so Van had a nice stress free walk home. Due to passing the quiz perfectly he didn't have any homework, though instead of going and playing video games he rushed up to his room and locked the door, eager to sit down and read the book, and also having a note pad out to take notes and work around any and all troubles.
'And so, having become a true believer of the book, Van got ready to take full advantage of it's power, Such as knowing that the brat next door would be waiting for him when he'd go to take out the trash after dinner with a water gun loaded with the brats own pee. And Van would know that Tully would be making a threating call, planning to hang up before Van could get a adult on the line, so Van would need to have a adult ready to hear it.' the book wrote.
Van indeed made note of the time and came up with a idea to have his mom or dad ready to listen in, and already was plotting how he'd use a cookie sheet to make the brat next door end up spraying himself. 
Shutting the book and thinking about how awesome was going to be from now on, Van never thought to read ahead too far or seemed to notice that again, the book was glowing slowly as it changed his future.

The rest of the evening went off without a hitch, the cookie sheet worked like a dream and not only did Van deflect the pee stream from the super soaker, but it went back and hit the brats pants and just as the kid's dad was coming home and it was claim he had a accident, or admit to trying to spray people with pee. 
Tully called but van had his dad (who happened to be a lawyer) listening in and after a talk with Tully's parents, Van was not only free from being bullied by Tully, but now the bully was expected to keep his friends from picking on Van!
feeling on top of the world Van went to sleep happy and content, though even as he slept changes were happening around his room...

"Wakey wakey sleepyhead! Did you have a good sleep little guy?" 
Van's eyes slowly opened, wondering why his alarm clock sounded like his mother's voice, Since she hadn't woken him up for school since he'd been 6. With him being to teeny tiny he had insisted on a large degree of self reliance when it came to things.
Sitting up in his bed Van got even more confused as A) he was wearing a pair of jammies, light green bottoms with the sleeves light green and lucky bear from care bear's in the white torso of it.
His blanket which was normally a nice plain white was likewise care bear themed, with the whole cast on it. His room as well looked like a five year old who was obsessed with care bears had taken over it and ugh, on his bed next to him and damp from drool (Gross!) was a stuffie of lucky bear!
"Uh.. Mom? what's going on?" Van asked, though his mother just chuckled. 
"Awww, somebodies still sleepy! so adorable! here, let mommy check and see how your bed time armor held up." She coo'ed and without waiting for consent, she gave a light push making Van flop back onto his bed and then tugged down his pants. 
a question of what the hell was she doing died on his lips as Van looked down and saw that not only was he in a semi bulky bed time diaper (with care bear's on it, apparently there was a theme going on) but the stupid thing was soaked!
"I..I.. What.. But.." Van stammered, his face going beet red and despite himself he felt tears welling up. 
"Shhh it's ok sweetie, this is why you wear your bed time armor to bed!" His mom coo'ed and ruffled his hair, NOT making Van feel better. 
"But.. but.. I'm a big kid!" he mewed, his tummy tossing and turning, he was so upset. 
"Oh of course you are." His mom said, her tone indicating she was only humoring him. "A super big kid who only has little accidents here and there. now come on Soggy pants, let's get you out of that soaked diapie..Oops.. I mean bed time armor and into your super awesome training pants!" She coo'ed and tickled his chin, making Van for a spilt second giggle and coo, before he shook his head.
Scrambling to his feet, and ignoring how weird his tummy felt, Van started to launch a tirade.
"No! None of this is right! I'm a big kid and I was potty trained by the time i was 3! I don't need bed time diapers, I don't need training pants, and the care bears are for pants pooping babies!" He huffed and yelled, bouncing up and down on the bed, having a toddler tantrum that ended as he froze, suddenly realizing why his tummy felt so bad.
His Mother who had been rolling her eyes and looking annoyed broke out into a grin as Van went down onto all fours and with a LOUD gross sounding fart.. he was filling the seat of his diapers and crying out.
"MOMMY!"
"Awww so THATS why somebody was all grumpy? he had to boom boom! heh.. guess the potty was just too fair away huh?" His mom coo'ed and hugged him, pulling out a pacifier out of a jar by his bed that Van could of SWORN wasn't there before, and popped it in his mouth. 
Too busy filling his huggies, Van just suckled.

One horrible clean up later, and Van had been put in anther diaper (just in case) and told to get dressed while mommy went and make breakfast. 
Van naturally toyed with just removing the diaper but a last remark from his mom made it clear she'd be checking and would double diaper him if he pulled any funny business. 
Before anything though, Van raced for his book bag where the book was the second he was left alone to try and figure out just WTF was going on.
The art on the front of the book had changed, showing Van in his childish room and in just his care bear diaper, and as he went thought the pages his eyes widen in horror.
'Van would quickly realize that using the powers of the book had a great cost, and that he should of used them for something more then just mundane tasks. However it was too late for that, and by opening the book again Van would make the curse that came with the book even worse. Now everyone would expect him to be diapered all the time and his former math whiz skills would be gone and later on in math class he would have everyone laughing at him as he declared that two plus two was fish, , with his shorts around his ankles. ' 
Van's eyes went wide as saucers as he read that, and vowed to find a way to keep that fate from happening. 
'Van would of course think he could stop this from happening, but the truth was as Van would waddle to school holding his mothers hand, he'd forget all about the book and end up tossing it into the return slot at the library once he got to school, So someone else could find the book and unlike Van be smart enough to scan all the pages and find out that the warning was in the back. Van would also be doomed to spend the rest of his life as a stupid diaper morn, who would be put back in pre school by the end of the week, only allowed to keep going to school because he was a super duper pooper who stunk up the house too much to keep him home 24/7. And having read all of this, Van would put the book away in his backpack and then make sure to put on a dorky pair of light red shorts and a care bear t-shirt.'
Whimpering and sniffling, Van found himself moving without any control, putting the book away like it had been foretold and then going to get dressed, Knowing that for a few small victory's, he had doomed himself to life as a big baby.

The end