Pauline took my testicles in her hand and wiped them off in another babywipe and said, “Poor baby, your balls aren’t any bigger than shelled peanuts. No wonder you haven’t been able to perform like a man. I wish you’d have shown me what they looked like. I thought you were faking to get sympathy from me. These aren’t any bigger than a little baby’s balls. Don’t worry, Honey, I won’t be asking you for sex. Now lift up your behind, Honey, so mommy can put a clean diaper under your bottom.”
I did as I was told and let her pull the diaper up between my legs and tape the sides together. Tears of self pity rolled down my face as she gave the top on the diaper a final tug to cover my stomach and helped me to a sitting position. “Come on, Honey. Mommy’s going to make a phone call and she wants you to talk on the phone.”
I shivered in apprehension as I asked, “Who are you calling, Pauline?”
She looked at me sternly and said, “I don’t think you should be calling me by my name until you stop acting like a baby. Until you start acting your age, you’ll call me mommy.”
I hung my head and said, “Yes, mommy.”
She took me into the living room where she placed a call to the home of the lab’s Board of Directors. She told them Gina’s transformation had been a terrible shock to me and the stress had affected my health. Pauline explained that my ulcer was bleeding and the doctor had told her that it might be serious. He had recommended a period of rest until my condition stabilized. Pauline told them she was sorry but I was going to have to take a leave of absence from my position as lab director and put me on the line to confirm. My voice quavered as I told the president of the board that my wife had described my feelings exactly and that for reasons of health I was forced to take a leave of absence. I promised to send him a letter of explanation on Monday morning and handed the phone back to Pauline. “There, Honey. Doesn’t that feel better? You won’t have to go to nasty old work any more until you’re feeling better.”, she said, taking the receiver from my hand and placing it on the hook. Come on, Honey Let’s get you to bed. It’s time for your nap!”
“Nap!”, I quailed, “I don’t take naps!”
“You didn’t take naps when you were a man. Now that you’re a baby again you’ll take a nap every afternoon. Don’t worry about the letter of explanation. I’ll type one up while you’re taking your nap. I’ll sign it and deliver it myself on Monday. You don’t have to do a thing, except be yourself. Now get yourself to bed, baby! Mommy’s got things to do!”, she said swatting me hard on the bottom.