Kim had always hated the fact that he was small for his age, but his puniness had proven to be the key that had gained him admission to his underground fantasy world. Although he would begin his sophomore year of high school next month, he was a few inches shy of five feet tall and, with his legs bent slightly at the knees, he fit easily into the crib. He was thin of waist and limb, but his unmuscled torso seemed plump with baby fat. He had initially panicked when he lowered himself onto the mattress and the springs sagged and creaked, thinking the crib might collapse, but it held his ninety-eight pounds. Kim’s frail chest was bald and downy hair glowed like a pale aura on his legs.
Be My Be My Be My Little AB Scene 17
