The Day’s of his Lives Scene 108

The change in momma however, was nothing like what the machine had induced in me. I squinted at my chubby hand and gazed at my stubby little fingers, comparing them to momma’s hand wrapped around my chest and abdomen. Her hand had become huge in comparison to my small body. I leaned over her lap and blinked at Gino. He looked like he was little more than a year old. I tried to ask momma how young we would become and discovered that I could no longer speak. I bubbled and cooed in a futile attempt to talk. Momma tenderly untangled us from our clothes and I saw for the first time what I had done. Gino was a little baby again! I whimpered as I realized that I couldn’t be very much older, perhaps only days older.