I'm in my bedroom, a mysterious package in my hands. "Time travel Juice," the label teases. With a shrug of disbelief, I take a sip, then another, until the bottle is empty. Suddenly, I'm hit with the uncanny sensation of time reversing. I'm a teenager again, my wardrobe shifting to the dark, edgy style of my goth years. The Time Travel Juice wasn't just a joke gift—it's real, and I'm living it. I find myself clutching Preston, my trusty penguin friend, as I succumb to the effects of the juice. The gothic attire fades into cuter clothes, bright and soft. Panic sets in as I realise I'm regressing beyond my control. The thought of diapers is terrifying, yet the transformation is inevitable. Now the camera captures me from above, dressed in a pink Sunkiss diaper, soaked and snug against my skin. My pacifier offers little comfort as I attempt to cry for help, only to produce gibberish. Toys that once were mere decorations now captivate me, soothing me into a peaceful slumber. I awaken as myself again, the adult version, lying in a wet diaper that feels strangely comforting. There's no denying the embarrassment, but also a peculiar sense of enjoyment. With my paci back in place, I drift off, the surreal adventure of time travel etched in my memory.