He whimpered when he saw the evidence that Krystyn had been right about him needing diapers. He wanted to pull the soiled wet garment down and hide it from sight. Andrew reached up instinctively to take his property back before he realized that the position of the mobile made it impossibly high for him to touch. Krystyn had only put it there to remind him that adulthood and continence was permanently beyond his reach. He would be trapped in an infant’s body forever.
He kicked his feet in frustration and wept until the Benadryl took full effect, drugging him into slumber amid the soft notes of the unceasing lullabies of the nursery’s speakers. The last thing he remembered as his eyes closed was a warm feeling between his legs as he peed from the pressure caused by a stomach full of baby food and warm formula.