Kim remained catatonic as Mandy slid the tray from the high chair and laid it against the rear legs. “Changing time, Baby Kim,” she sung cheerfully as she unbuckled the safety belt and released the crotch strap that gnawed at Kim’s genitals. “Come on, get up, Baby,” she coaxed. Mandy stood directly before the high chair, hand on hip, towering over the listless boy cringing in the seat. “Baby’s going to trade this silly old towel for a nice clean diaper right now!” she said impatiently as she yanked at the dish towel still wrapped around Kim’s waist.
A last pocket of resistance bubbled up through the defeat and apathy that entranced him as Kim held fast to the towel with both hands. “No way, Mandy,” he protested. “I’m not about to walk around naked in front of you guys!”
