His inner self was exposed for all the world to see; momma had turned him into a baby girl. She sat Gino in the playpen beside me and said, “Isn’t she the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen?”
I sat on my knees and watched as Gino bent over to crouch on all fours. His skirt stood up stiffly from her behind and framed the rumba covered diaper in lacy layers of petticoats. He crawled a few steps and then stopped, giggling and cooing foolishly in apparent delight. Momma had achieved in minutes with an infant’s party dress and a sunbonnet what we couldn’t have done with hours of preparation time and the most expensive gowns and makeup. Gino was a little girl. It didn’t matter what he had between his legs, that was a mere bagatelle.