When he thought of getting into bed with Barbie during one of their noontime revels, the image of her dominantly mounting his diminished body and locking him in place in bed with her knees filled him with horror. His physical transformation would cause her to change her conception of him as her virile masculine lover into seeing him as a mere boy-toy to be kept for her sexual amusement. His daymare continued with the humiliating scene of her solemnly instructing him in the slow patient tones women used with ignorant children the proper techniques he should employ to make love to a woman. In his unwelcome fantasy, she acted as if he was a pimply-faced, sexual neophyte who had never been with a woman before. He could imagine her sitting bestride his hips and helpfully condescending to guide his immature penis into her vagina for him while making comments on how sweet he looked lying beneath her. It was not exactly the sort of thought that Howard found titillating. Instead of looking down at her enormous gravity-flattened breasts and gripping them firmly in his hands the way he normally did when he saddled Barbie to make love, he’d be looking up expectantly at Barbie’s dangling teats like an infant waiting to be breast fed.
Howard shook his head to rid himself of the disgusting fantasy and made an immediate decision. He called the Vice-President of the company and told him that personal illness forced him to take an indefinite leave of absence from consulting. He was vague about the exact nature of his illness, saying only that he had no idea of when he would be able to return to consulting. The executive sounded disappointed, but accepted his reasons for leaving. He told Howard that the company was sorry to see him go, and said that he hoped that Howard would recover quickly from his illness.
Howard was at a complete loss after abandoning his job. He dithered around the house for a few days, then called his mistress. He was secretly terrified that Barbie would become angry at being ignored and inform Anita about their affair. After beating around the bush for a few minutes, he told her he was ill and couldn’t see her that week. His excuse sounded lame even to him, but there was nothing he could do about it. Howard had no intention of letting his mistress see him looking like a teenaged boy. He couldn’t bear to be thought of as a child by a woman who had been so recently impressed by his virility. The terror of being exposed to Anita as an adulterer hung over him for a week. He hung around the phone for days waiting for Barbie’s response, but the phone remained silent.
The only bright spot that week were his relations with Anita. His libido had increased to the point where all he could think about was sex. Everything seemed to make him horny. Watching TV was out with his libido in such a frenzy. Just looking at a woman made him erect. When he discovered himself getting horny while watching reruns of “Roseanne”, he turned the TV off. There were limits and getting horny while looking at Roseanne’s chunky figure made him feel like a pervert. He started spending his mornings in the bathroom while Anita was at work looking at porno magazines. Since he had to be sit on the toilet anyhow for the vicious case of diarrhea he had contracted, he thought he might as well enjoy himself. He had bought the magazines the year before in an attempt to boost his flagging sex drive. Unfortunately, they hadn’t helped revive the urges the toxins had destroyed. Now Howard employed them in the bathroom to get instant relief from the overpowering craving for sex that threatened to unbalance his mind. Mere masturbation wasn’t enough to keep his sex drive in check though, the minute Anita came home, he would fairly leap on his wife and tear her clothes off.