His virtual stomach wanted to throw up at the very idea of being turned into a baby boy in a humiliatingly short, frilly, ruffled baby doll dress with beribboned puffed sleeves with a starched white crinoline petticoat underlayer. Andrew shuddered as he imagined how he would look with his bottom diapered in a thick, overnight disposable covered by totally mortifyingly pink, waterproof rumba-panties with rows of delicate white lace-trim. He could easily picture himself creeping at the feet of Krystyn and her friends while they would make snide comments about how adorable his exposed behind looked in the bulging, baby girl undergarment as he drooled uncontrollably and babbled nonsensically for their entertainment.