“Krystyn has somehow turned my body into a baby. I can’t talk or walk. Therefore, I can’t tell anyone what she’s done to me and get help or run away on my own. If I try to crawl out the door, she’ll catch me before I get ten feet.”
Andrew wandered around the family room for a few minutes on his hands and knees and finally sat down on his diapered bottom to assess his situation. “Firstly,” he thought, ticking off his troubles on the stubby fat little fingers of his left hand, “Krystyn has somehow turned my body into a baby. I can’t talk or walk. Therefore, I can’t tell anyone what she’s done to me and get help or run away on my own. If I try to crawl out the door, she’ll catch me before I get ten feet.
