Andrew’s ignorance of a onsie made his dressing easy. He had no idea of what a onsie was and the white cotton garment looked as familiar as the undershirts in his dresser in his apartment. It wasn’t until he saw that the t-shirt was longer than it should be and had a rounded triangular bottom that he suspected that something was amiss. She unbuckled the strap and sat him up on the plastic pad before she gathered up the material between her hands to pull the top over him. Krystyn eased his head through the wide neck opening and worked his hands through the short sleeves before she slid the soft fabric down over his chest and belly.
When she reached his hips, she pushed him back to lay down on the pad again and lifted his legs so she could draw the onsie over his diapered bottom.