After ten minutes, he grew used to the feel of the soft padding that protected the sheets from the effluent of his infantile sphincters and drifted off into a light doze as his cheeks moved in and out while he suckled the latex nipple in his mouth. After a few minutes more, the emotional exhaustion of his transformation caught up with him and he was sleeping soundly under the thin blue fleecy blanket. He was still sucking on the pacifier when he fell asleep again.
Krystyn went downstairs with Becky who carried the still whimpering Joey in her arms. As they descended the stairs, Becky said to Krystyn, “I trust you already have a mother lined up for him?”
Krystyn laughed merrily and asked rhetorically, “Do I look like the maternal type? Of course I do! A woman contracted for my ‘baby adoption service’ last week. Little Jimmy’s behavior will become more infantile as he gets used to being a baby and I’ll be able to release him into her care without fear of being discovered. They’re a perfect match for each other! She’ll make an exquisite mother for little Jimmy!”