She laughed heartlessly at his helpless condition and said, “After all, it’s not as if you’ll ever grow out of your baby clothes! Your mother can tell her friends you’re a baby girl and no one would ever know the difference!”
Krystyn tilted her head to the side to look at the paltry remnants of masculinity in his soft baby face and smiled crookedly. She looked thoughtful and said, “Maybe I was premature about choosing ‘Percy’ for you. You’re still too masculine looking to pass as a little girl. Hmmm, if I made you look just a little more feminine looking, then I could name you something more androgynous. If you looked more like a little girl, maybe I could name you something like Drew, Robin, Tracy or Marian.