She finally induced me to be a test subject when she pointed out that I would be hailed as a scientific hero for subjecting myself to the ‘dangers’ of being the first human subject. When I demanded to know ‘what dangers’ she was talking about, she blithely told me that the risk was absolutely minimal, but that the world would interpret the story differently. I agreed, foolishly dazzled by the prospect of the honors success would bring me.
I stood in our bedroom and gazed in the full length mirror upon the same image of a toddler I had seen earlier in the day; a handsome two year old in white underpants and a T-shirt. The underpants were padded…training pants.