Heather, on the other hand, lit up with excitement. “Yeah, you’re right,” she replied. “God, I even have some of those one-piece footed pajamas that my aunt and uncle gave me last Christmas. I could probably find some great baby outfits. I guess big babies just have to be girl babies,” she decided.
“Or sissy babies,” Mandy smirked. “So let’s go,” she said impatiently.
“What about our sissy Baby?” Heather inquired, nodding toward the forlorn figure in the high chair.
“Why don’t we take him – or,” Mandy amended, “‘her’ with us?” As Mandy approached, Kim shook his head vigorously and reached to unplug the pacifier from his mouth. It was one thing to play baby in the surreal gloom of the basement playroom and quite another to parade around upstairs in broad daylight.