Cody’s Story

Copyright 2000-01 Daemonlast Ltd.

For the past year, Cody had been feeling sorry for himself. He was a bit overweight, but not so much that people would readily notice or remark upon, and he was doing well below his performance level in school. He was perfectly capable of getting solid A's without even trying, but his report card from school always told his parents that he was getting C's. His dad would talk about his grades, and would remark about his weight in public places, in the form of a snide comment. His mom was very nice, but she wasn't very smart, and didn't really care what was happening to him. He had an older brother named Mike, but Mike was away to college for the entire time, and hasn't seen Cody for a long time.

As I got up from the bed on Saturday morning, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror that is hanging in my room. " Cody", I said to myself, "you have got to try and loose some weight." I was looking at the roundness of my belly, hanging over the top of my hanes underwear. Attached to the belly, in the mirror, I saw a boy, 17 years of age, light brown hair, a 5'5" heavyset frame, at about 180 lb.

I quickly got dressed and went downstairs, where mom and dad were already sitting at the table, eating some bacon and eggs. "Get yourself a bowl of cheerios for breakfast," my dad said, as always staring at my belly. I sighed and did what I was told.

"We got your report card in the mail today, and I don't think that having 2 D's and 4 C's qualifies you to go on the trip to Florida that your father and I are going on next week," my mom said. " You will just have to stay here and think about how good you are going to do in school next year."

"And you are grounded for the entire summer, because your grades haven't improved, and you have not lost any weight," my father interjected. "And that means stay inside the house at all times unless one of us say you can do something else. Is that understood?"

"Yessir," I replied, finished up my bowl of cheerios and went up to my bedroom, only pausing to grab a letter that is addressed to me from the hallway table. I went up to my room, sat on my bed, and opened the letter. It was from my friend Aaron, and it said...

By the end, I was almost in tears. "What the hell is happening to my life?" I thought to myself, but myself did not answer. And it was then, I believe, that I finally decided to end it.

I really couldn't decide how to do it, and as I was thinking about it, I went into sort of a trance. When I looked up again, My mother was standing in my doorway saying "Are you OK?" I nodded, "Well your father and I are already packed and we decide to leave a little bit early on our trip. Here is $50 for food while we are gone. We will be leaving the Honda for you to take into town. You are only allowed to leave the house for food and the like, and while we are gone, please don't do any thing stupid." And she was gone, just like that. I looked out of my window and saw the old Ford on it's way to the airport with my mom and my dad. I resumed my thinking about my intended suicide.

Hanging? No, too hard to do, and the rope would probably just break. Jumping off of the top of my house? No, It is only two stories, and I might just end up breaking a leg. Poison? No, I don't really know the best way to do it. Slash Wrists? No, that would be much too painful. Car accident? Yes, that might be the best way to do it. Just so long as I don't hurt anyone else along with myself.

I took the fifty dollars and got dressed in my nice clothes and went out to a fancy restaurant. After I sat down, I told the waiter that I would like the $39.99 steak meal. After enjoying that, I had just enough left over to tip the waiter. I got back into my Honda, and I started speeding down the road. The speed limit was 55mph here, but I was easily going at least 90. Pretty soon, a cop started following me, he turned on his lights, but I kept on going. I was accelerating even faster and faster, then suddenly the car stopped, "The damn cops, they must have put out one of those electric mats that short out the engine as the car is going over. Shit, Shit Shit!" As the car slowly rolled to a stop, I looked around for ideas.

I though about giving up, but that would make my life an even more miserable hell that it already is, so I grabbed a dark leather sunglasses case, and put it into my hand so it looked like the barrel of a gun. As the cops started walking toward my car, I yelled "Stop, anyone of you cops come closer, I will shoot you!" As you probably guessed, That sent the cops running back to get behind the doors of their cars.

I decided that this was the moment to make my move. I opened the car door and got out, The cops were yelling something, but I couldn't make it out. I slowly raised my hand so that the barrel of my "Gun" was pointing to the cops, and I yelled "Screw you all!" as I was suddenly knocked backwards with a force that rivaled an uppercut from Mike Tyson. I didn't feel any pain, but I knew what had happened to me, as I fell, I could feel several more pounding blows to by body as the entire volley of cops let loose with their .38 specials. I was laying on the ground less that a second later when I saw a cop stand over me and take my "Gun". I could hear him say "Oh my god, we just killed someone's kid, out for a joyride...."

When I came to, I was standing in a line, along with hundreds of other people, young and old. We were all standing in this line waiting to see one old man, waiting at a podium. After a long wait, where some people took a road to the right and some people took a road to the left, it was finally my turn to stand in front of this old man. He said to me "I am St.Peter, guardian of the Pearly Gates, I see that you have committed a cardinal sin, which is suicide. I can offer you three choices. One of which is hell. If you so choose, take the road to your right. Another choice is purgatory, which you will eternally wait for the second coming of the Lord., for that, you just step out of line, for this is purgatory. The third choice would be to try and live out your life again, but there is one condition. You will keep the same mind that you have with you now, it will never get any worse than it is, and it will not get any better than it is right now. Even with schooling or some form of learning. You are a special case, to be given that third choice. So, the choice is yours, where will you go?"

Well, I didn't really like the idea of suffering eternally in hell, and I don't really want to be bored for the rest of my existence, so I think its already decided. "The third choice" I said, and St.Peter said "You will be living with a different family, but your name will be the same, everyone else will be different. This is an alternate world, not the one you came from. Later on, we will send down an angel to check on you, see how you are doing. Do you understand?" As I muttered the final "Yes" a great light came over me and I was in a room, with a hanging full length mirror.

Also in this mirror was a belly. but attached to the belly was a very young toddler, Cody. Cody-in-the-mirror looks to be about 2 years old about 3' 1" tall standing up, He also has light-brown hair and is sucking a Pacifier and wearing some type of cover-all clothes. Just as I was examining myself, a lady burst into the room and said, "My, what are we doing up? We have to get Cody all cleaned up because his new Mommy and daddy are picking him up today. I concluded from this that I was in an orphanage and that this lady was one of the workers. I was picked up and put onto a table, where the lady undid some snaps on what I was wearing, which was an onsie. The lady pulled off my diaper... What? I was wearing diapers? .. Oh yeah.. that’s right, I’m starting over now. So, back with reality I allow the lady to remove my sopping wet diaper and start wiping off my penis and butt with a wet cloth. I looked down at my penis, and it was very small, but circumcised.

The lady then put a new diaper on me, using plenty of powder and oil, and buttoned up my onsie and put me into a lamb suit, and gave me a paci to suck on again. I was feeling very contented and I started to drift off into sleep, saying to myself, "Wow, I have a good mind for my 2 year old body, but I still have a two year olds body's limitations, I wonder what my new family will be like?"