“God, Kim,” Heather blurted between chuckles, “You are really weird! First you’re wearing a diaper and now you’re in a mini-skirt. It’s just too weird!”
Mandy’s eyes sparkled with derision but her voice was husky, breathy. “Actually, he might be kinda cute as a girl, but he sorta sticks out in the wrong place.” She slowly tilted her head downward to dramatize the lowering of her gaze to Kim’s terry-covered crotch. “I think I like him better as a baby, though.”
Kim fidgeted nervously, holding the towel together with his left hand and seeking to conceal his bulging privates behind his right, which he hung in front of himself in another futile gesture of modesty. “Uh, look girls, ” he babbled, “I can explain….”