Reassignment

Chapter 1
Whole Story

Rodger and Eric sat listened carefully as Dr Hanson explained the procedure in detail. It was nothing new for Rodger, he’d watched a documentary about it all, several times actually. But Eric looked attentively at the doctor, which made sense, after all he was the one about to go through it.

“You understand that age reassignment is irreversible?” the doctor asked, for what had to be the fifth time.

“I understand,” Eric assured.

There was an unsettling silence and Rodger realised Dr Hanson was looking at him expectantly. “Oh… yeah, I understand,” he answered.

“It’s important to understand that as well Mr Donahue, you’ll be taking on a lot of responsibility,” the middle aged doctor explained seriously.

Rodger nodded dutifully, trying to look serious. But it was hard when all he could think about was what life would be like afterwards, when he’d really get to be a daddy. He and Eric had been roleplaying for a couple years now, meeting at least once a month for a play session. But it was only last month that Eric had brought up the possibility of reassignment surgery, which was a massive step in their relationship. It would mean moving in together of course, but more than that it meant taking on a full-time caretaking roll for him. It both excited and scared him.

“Okay then, if you’ll both sign here,” the doctor prompted, laying out the array of legal documents before them. Consent forms for the procedure and power of attorney forms for Eric and a contract promising to care for Eric for Rodger to sign.

Rodger took a deep breath and put pen to paper. It was a huge step forward, one which had only become possible a few years ago. It was inevitable really. Once gender reassignment surgery became widely accepted it was natural that people who felt they were the wrong age would seek out procedures to correct that error as well. People like Eric, who knew deep down inside they were really babies or toddlers, not the adults they appeared to be.

“All done,” Rodger stated, resting the pen on the desk.

“Great. Now Rodger if you could please wait outside, I’d like to have a few minutes with Eric alone,” the doctor directed.

Rodger nodded in understanding. Part of the treatment was behaviour modification therapy and the doctor had been delivering that in small bursts over the last month. It would continue, now with more intensity, until the surgery.

The waiting room was divided into adult and juvenile sections. One side was staid, Spartan in design, with simple chairs and some magazines to read. The other side had a bucket of children’s toys, colouring books, brightly painted walls. It was if the room itself was in the process of undergoing age reassignment.

A woman was sitting on the juvenile side. Down at her feet was a young man dressed in light brown corduroy overalls. The man appeared tall and muscular, probably in his late twenties or early thirties. He had a full head of dirty blonde hair, currently quite wild and uncombed. He was on his hands and knees though, playing with some plastic shapes, trying to fit them into the correct slot on a preschooler’s educational toy. He wasn’t having much success by the look of it.

Rodger sat on the juvenile side of the room, giving the woman a quick smile, but keeping his focus on the man at their feet. He was probably older than Rodger, certainly taller and better built, yet clearly nothing more than a small child now. The boy, and that’s what he really was, dropped his toy shapes on the floor with a clatter and sat back on his bottom, legs splayed apart, toes on his bare feet wiggling as he turned to the woman and demanded, “Ba-ba mumma!”

The woman, probably about the same age as the man, slightly built, kindly looking, gave the boy a smile and said, “You want some juice honey?”

The boy grinned cheerfully and gave her a vigorous nod, clapping his hands. She reached into a large bag beside her and produced a bottle of juice just like that. The boy lit up and clambered onto the seat beside her, grabbing his bottle with both hands and sucking at it with gusto.

“Good boy, you were thirsty huh?” she cooed, patting his shoulder.

“Here for a follow-up?” Rodger asked, unable to maintain silence any longer.

The woman looked up and nodded. “Yes, Jerry here had his surgery a month ago. Dr Hanson likes to do check-ups at two weeks, one month and six months.”

“Jerry’s your husband?”

She brushed the man-boy’s hair, watching him suckle his juice. “He was my boyfriend before. He’s my little one now, my sweetie-pie.”

“He’s adorable,” Rodger blurted out.

He was worried he’d gone too far but the woman seemed to take his compliment well and even thanked him.

“How old is he now?” Jerry inquired.

“He’s two,” she answered. “Do you have a little one? Or, are you planning on becoming one?”

Rodger shook his head. “No, I’m not into that side of it, I’m a daddy,” he told her quickly. “My, um, friend, Eric is about to become a little one, a two-year old actually.”

With a loud slurp Jerry finished his bottle, letting it drop to his lap for his mummy to catch. “Aww gone!” he chirped, grabbing at his toes and playing with them a bit, oblivious to the adult conversation.

“It’s a lovely age for them,” she answered, taking out a wet-nap and cleaning her charge’s chin of juice he’d drooled down it before he got all sticky.

“And Jerry is happy with it? He doesn’t miss being independent, being adult?”

She shrugged. “He doesn’t really know any better now, doesn’t have enough comprehension to miss anything. He is a very happy boy though, if that’s what you mean.”

There was so much more Rodger wanted to ask, but Eric appeared from the office then, shaking hands with the doctor, so there was no more time. It wasn’t that the age reassigned were that rare, indeed since the surgery gained acceptance there seemed to be more and more of them, but it was awkward to just approach a caregiver and start asking such intimate questions.

Indeed as the days passed and the scheduled surgery got closer Rodger found it harder and harder not to just blurt out his questions. He was sitting in Burger King when a daddy and boy entered. The young man’s blue Thomas the Tank Engine t-shirt, his baggy board shorts and bare feet instantly gave him away. Rodger watched the daddy, who was the same age in appearance but wearing proper clothes and shoes, as he ordered a kid’s meal for his little one, led him by the hand over to his seat, let him run off to the play area when he couldn’t stop fidgeting.

Rodger wanted to walk over and ask the man what it was like having a big little one all the time. But he didn’t, he would be finding out for himself soon enough anyway he reasoned. And besides, he’d already signed the papers, too late to back out now if the man said it was awful having all that responsibility.

Once the surgery was done Eric would legally be his son. He’d be a minor with no rights of his own. He’d have a bar code imprinted on his left wrist and a microchip implanted somewhere in his body which would identify him and his new age. With those he could be enrolled at a normal daycare centre and eventually at kindy and then primary school like any other child. They assured he wasn’t faking and while removing his adult rights, granted him the freedom only little toddlers are entitled to. He could pick his nose, wet his pants, strip fully naked in public and get nothing worse than a few disparaging looks.

Rodger actually put a lot of thought into that kind of stuff, picking out lots of new outfits for his little boy, onesies, footy pyjamas, shortalls and bibs. He could hardly wait to see Eric in them in public rather than just for their private play sessions. Most of all he could hardly wait for Eric to be truly dependent on him and free from any hesitations or awkward feelings he suffered from in their role plays.

Finally the day came and he drove to the hospital to meet Eric. He was shaking like a leaf with anticipation. Eric looked equally anxious, already sitting in scrubs in the waiting room when he arrived.

“Not having second thoughts are you?” he questioned his soon to be boy.

Eric shook his head. “No, I want to do it more than ever Rodger,” he assured.

“It’s going to be Daddy from now on buddy,” Rodger reminded him.

He nodded, though a bit more hesitantly. “Yeah, you’re right,” he agreed weakly.

Rodger sat beside him, put his arm over the young man’s shoulder comfortingly. This was what he was best at, making the twenty-five year old feel like a tot, like daddy was there for him to keep him safe. “It’s going to be wonderful buddy. I’ve got you some lovely new outfits,” he whispered to him, rubbing his shoulder.

Eric nodded silently.

“Cat got your tongue? You should use your words while you still have them sweetie.”

“I know. It just feels funny,” he said with a shrug.

“We’re just making you into who you really are,” Rodger reminded him.

Eric smiled, seeming to find that comforting. Then the door opened and Dr Hanson appeared in full scrubs. “Good, you’re both here. Still ready to do this Eric?” he asked, walking over to them.

Eric nodded. “Yeah, it’s what I need.”

Hanson nodded. “Okay, let’s do this thing then.”

They stood, Rodger holding his mate’s hand as they headed for the door into the surgery. As they reached it Eric stopped and gave Rodger an unexpected hug. He was quite pleased to get it though, and quickly reciprocated. “It’ll be okay Eric, I promise,” he cooed.

“I know, and I promise this is for the best,” Eric whispered back.

Rodger felt a sharp sudden pain in his back. “Ow!” he cried, jerking forward tighter into Eric’s embrace, which also seemed to suddenly strengthen, holding him in place. “What is that?!” he snapped, but at the same time the pain disappeared.

Rodger finally twisted free of the embrace to see Dr Hanson disposing of a needle. “What did you do?!” he asked, dumbfounded.

Hanson didn’t reply, just grabbed an empty wheelchair by the door and rolled it over to him. “You should sit down,” he suggested.

Rodger pulled back. “Why the fuck?” he snapped, but Eric was guiding him towards the chair too.

“You need to sit,” he urged, looking worried.

Rodger was about to tell them both to fuck off when he felt his legs go tingly and weak all at once. He nearly flopped to the floor but Eric had his arms under his and guided him into the wheelchair. The weakness was spreading rapidly though.

“Was goin’ on?” he demanded again, but now his voice was slurred like he was drunk, his tongue tingly and clumsy.

Hanson ignored him, telling Eric, “You should bring him in now.”

Eric glanced at Rodger, who was now flailing about in anger, but increasingly losing his ability to struggle. Frowning at the wheelchair bound man he made his way out of the waiting room. He was only gone a second though, returning with another man, someone Rodger found familiar.

It took him a second to place the face, then it clicked, he’d seen this man on his Tumblr blog, all about being a daddy. Eric was leading him by the hand, but it looked like he was an excited boy trying to show his daddy the newest toy he’d got. The man was clearly in command though. He was taller, about a decade older than them, just generally more ‘daddy’ looking than Rodger could ever hope to be. His temples were salt and pepper in otherwise jet black hair, his face comforting but with some manly stubble. Rodger felt inadequate next to him.

“Rodger, this is my Daddy,” Eric announced.

Rodger’s eyes widened. “Na… bu… ‘m dabby,” he babbled, his tongue barely working, his head even growing heavy on his neck.

The man shook his head and placed a hand on Rodger’s shoulder, it was big and warm. “Sorry buddy, but I’ve been Eric’s daddy much longer and much more often than you. I was happy for him to have his playdates, I understood. But he’s going to me my little boy now for real and that means he only needs one Daddy.”

Rodger was furious, they’d drugged him to cheat him out of his chance to be a daddy for real. It was such a betrayal! He wanted to rage and scream and swear at them, punch this ‘daddy’ in the face, but he couldn’t lift a finger now.”

“I know you wanted to be with Eric and the thing is he didn’t want to lose you either. And in the end I agreed, it would be wrong to separate you.”

Rodger’s temper calmed momentarily.

“But as I said, there can only be one daddy. So I’ve agreed to let you and Eric be brothers,” he explained.

Rodger didn’t understand. What was he talking about. He wasn’t a little boy, he was a daddy. He tried to explain but his tongue was totally asleep now, he couldn’t make a sound, he was limp as a ragdoll.

Daddy felt Rodger’s cheek, smiling at him, it made the man furious. “Don’t worry, I’ve already got the place all set up for two active little boys. You have a lovely big toddler bed to share, with Spiderman sheets and all! I have a big back yard for you to explore and through my Tumblr I’ve made many friends who have little boys who would just love to have playdates with you two. It will be lovely.”

Rodger felt like he might have a heart attack, he was enraged, but also terrified but unable to respond. He did his best to groan and moan his opposition.

“Sorry, the muscle relaxant is in full effect now,” Dr Hanson told Daddy.

“That’s okay, I can see what he wants to say.” He leant close and whispered, “It will be okay sweetie, you’ll see. After the surgery you’ll be so much happier. All those troubling big boy thoughts will be gone. You won’t even be able to think about daddy things, you’ll be much happier with simple little boy worries like whether you’ve done tinkles in your pants or wondering what the bright thing up in the sky is.”

“We really need to take them in now, the muscle relaxant needs to last until the mental adjustment is done,” Hanson warned.

Daddy nodded. “Okay,” he said. “You’ll see buddy, once they’re done with your brain you’ll be all smiles for Daddy. We’re going to have the best cuddles, you and I.”

Rodger tried to spit in his face, he was so close. He only managed to drool down his own chin like an infant. Then Daddy was walking away, waving with that awful fucking smile, and Hanson was rolling him into the next room.

There were lots of other nurses and orderlies there and Rodger tried to tell them this was all wrong, but he couldn’t speak, couldn’t even sign. He just sat there like a drugged moron as Hanson handed over paperwork he said was Rodger’s consent form. Surely they would see something was wrong with him! Someone would have to stop this.

“He was feeling very nervous so I have him some muscle relaxants, we can’t have him getting antsy in there,” Hanson told the nurse taking the orders. “It’s all in the chart.”

She nodded like this was all normal, then took over his care, leaving Hanson behind. “Okay baby boy, we’ll have you all nice and fixed up real soon. Don’t you worry sweetie pie, your big boy days are all over now,” she cooed as she wheeled him down another corridor.

“You’ll just be the sweetest little tot by the time I wheel you back down this way honey-bun. We do this procedure every week and it is always perfectly effective. It’s really rewarding work actually, helping people be who they really are.”

Rodger tried to shake his head, to scream out ‘No!’ but he just grunted softly.

“I bet you’ll have a cuddle for me when it’s all done. Two-year olds always give the best cuddles when they’ve finished their surgery,” she told him brightly.

They entered a procedure room and Rodger recognised it from the documentary he’d seen. It wasn’t the same room of course, but the equipment was identical. This was where they permanently removed all body hair except the eye-brows and head. He tried to struggle, to slow down the process, draw it out long enough to let the drug wear off, let him be able to cry out and stop it. But he was still like a rag doll, totally compliant as they laid him in what looked like a big fish bowl, covered his hair in a special cap, fitted goggles over his eyes and eye-brows, then filled it with the specially treated water, submerging him.

It was awful, even though it didn’t sting, he knew what was happening, the first part of his manhood was being taken from him. He knew it only got worse from here too. Once he was out and all his loose body hair was gently rubbed away he was loaded onto a gurney and taken by an orderly this time. The idiot was listening to his music, not even glancing down at Rodger. Surely he could see the pleading in his eyes!

The next step in the process was even scarier looking. It was a bed surrounded by hundreds of tiny needles, like a mass acupuncture session. The treatment was painful as it looked, but luckily lasted only a second. The drug on the needle relaxed the muscles and ligaments, taking away all fine motor control and the gross control a toddler would lack. It also made them more flexible.

As the technician strapping him in noted, “If the urge strikes, you’ll be able to comfortably munch your own toes.”

He wished she were joking but she wasn’t smiling or chuckling, she was dead serious. She was helping prepare his body for the mental changes to come. She made it relaxed and flexible, the mental changes would make toe-sucking an appealing activity.

The pain was indeed awful, but the assurances afterwards that the hard part was over now rang hollow. As he was loaded back onto a gurney Rodger knew the very worst part was still to come. He watched the fluorescent lights pass by as they moved towards the worst room. Rodger tried to move his mouth, wiggle his toes, anything. The gurney stopped while the orderly talked to the nurse, they were waiting on orders, it was a delay!

Rodger counted the minutes in the corridor, praying it was long enough to let the drug wear off. What they’d already done would leave him smooth as a baby and likely effect his ability to write, drive a car, even walk and run properly but he’d still be him. He kept pushing for some movement and finally he felt something. He wiggled his big toe. It was the first thing he’d lost and the first back. After another minute he wiggled all his toes at once. Yes! He was almost there.

“Okay, let’s get him in,” a nurse called as she appeared overhead, smiling down at him. “We’re ready to take you now, sorry for the wait.”

He tried to shake his head, to kick the sheets off, but he could only wiggle his toes frantically. She never even noticed.

Inside the new room was the scariest device of all. A giant metallic helmet with hundreds of electrodes by the look of it. But while it appeared futuristic, like something from a bad scifi flick, it was really just a gamma ray knife surgical unit. It had been used for brain surgeries for years, repairing damage, removing tumours. Now it had a very different use though.

Two nurses and an orderly lifted him from the gurney and sat him in the surgical chair, strapping him tightly in. The helmet didn’t actually touch his head, it didn’t have to. The invisible beams of gamma radiation were harmless except where hundreds were focussed at once. And that was exactly what was about to happen.

A doctor in scrubs knelt before him, smiling benignly. “Hello there…” he glanced at the chart, “Rodger. You’ve made it to the final and most important step my friend. I’m sure this has all been explained to you, but just to be sure, what I’m going to do is use these gamma rays to alter certain parts of your brain in a way which will give you the mental abilities and the temperament of a two year old toddler boy.

“I’ll make alterations to the speech centre and memory to reduce your vocabulary to an appropriate level. Other changes to brain structures will remove abstract thought, make it harder to reason and such. Changes to your frontal lobes will remove most of your inhibitions and executive functioning, so you’ll basically do whatever feels good without thought about consequences.

“I know that sounds scary, but that’s the change that will let you strip nakey in the public fountain and announce you’ve made pee-pees to a crowded room, like a good toddler should. You’ll have your daddy to stop you getting hurt. That will be his job, not yours from now on.”

Rodger could move his feet now, but they’d been strapped in damn it! He flexed them as best he could, grunted more but the doctor was oblivious. He didn’t want to be naked in public damn it! He wouldn’t have let that happen to Eric even, but with this new daddy he was more worried. He’d seen the Tumblr page and there were scores of nakey shots on it, young men playing totally nude with silly toys.

A nurse tapped the doctor’s shoulder and whispered to him. “Oh really?” he said. “Well why not, bring him in,” he told her. Turning back to Rodger he said, “Good news, your brother’s surgery is all over and the nurse is going to bring him in to say hello.”

On the one hand Rodger hated the idea of seeing his betrayer and was even less eager to see him in such a state now, but on the other hand it ate up time, which he really needed.

A minute passed and then there was a knock on the door. The nurse who answered it let out a light chuckle and Rodger heard a voice say something like, “wouldn’t keep it on.”

Then a new nurse appeared, leading Eric into the room by the hand. She had his hospital gown over her arm, Eric was completely naked, sucking vigorously on his thumb. It was instantly obvious to Rodger that this was no act. In years of role play Eric was always shy, only letting his body be fully exposed for a diaper change. Now he padded into a room full of people buck naked and looking perfectly happy to be that way.

“Looks like we have another jaybird,” the nurse commented.

“He grew a huge stiffy when Dr Ling zapped his inhibitions away, wanted to get his clothes off pretty much right away.”

“Typical boy,” the nurse responded with a shake of the head.

“Typical toddler, remember that girl last week was just the same, wanted to show everyone her boobies.”

Rodger couldn’t look away. Eric dropped to a squat, picking at his toes innocently, still nibbling at his thumb. The nurse patted his head then. “Can you say hello to your brother sweetie?” she cooed.

Eric looked his way, the man’s eyes were glassy, empty of any intelligence. He released the thumb, pointing his drooly fingers at Rodger and saying, “Daz a boy”

The nurses tittered with laugher at this. “That’s right honey, what a clever boy you are.”

Eric grinned like this was high praise. “Ewic boy,” he stated.

“That’s right, you’re a boy too,” a nurse agreed.

“Haz pee-pee!” he chirped, poking his flaccid, hairless member for emphasis.

More laughter erupted but Rodger was just horrified now at how complete Eric’s regression was.

“Okay, we better get this one dressed and out to his daddy,” his nurse said, recovering from a fit of giggles.

They all agreed and soon Eric was toddling out of the room, bare feet wide apart on the linoleum, penis wagging back and forth as he took his heavy steps until his bare bum disappeared down the hallway.

“Right, we best get started,” the surgeon said, sitting down behind the control screen.

Rodger struggled to say no, he was able to move his arms and legs a bit now, he could open his mouth, but his tongue remained asleep. He couldn’t escape the straps either, they were too tight and his head was totally immobilised.

The machine powered up around him, making a series of clicking noises. Rodger was petrified, they weren’t going to open his skull but this was still brain surgery. He managed to grunt again, “Nnnnn,” he said, so close to what he wanted to communicate. The worst part was the idea of his betrayers getting away with this. Not Eric of course, he was in cheerful idiocy now, but Daddy and Dr Hanson. He couldn’t toddle out to them smiling, thanking them for doing this to him. They had to pay!

“Okay Rodger, just relax now. This can feel weird. Patients can feel very confused, but I promise it won’t hurt and by the end of it you’ll be all smiles just like your brother,” the doctor called.

There were more loud clicks all around his head and he felt heat emanating from the machine. He tried to make his tongue work one last time, but suddenly the words he wanted to use weren’t there, even if the tongue had been. There was just a wave of total confusion, dizzying, frightening loss of his train of thought.

It passed a second later, he recalled where he was, that he needed it to stop. Then it happened again. There was no feeling to accompany it, just a sudden loss of the ability to think and focus on anything. When it came back a second later Rodger could feel that something was missing. He tried to think of words, big words, but nothing came to him. A second later he realised the alphabet was gone too. He struggled to recall some letters, maybe the ones in his name, or just what it started with. And then… letters, what were letters… he’d lost something, but what had he lost? There was a blank space and he didn’t even have a clue what had been taken from him.

It was all absolutely terrifying, until it wasn’t. Like a switch being flicked the fear and anxiety, the anger, were all gone. His heartrate came down quickly, adrenaline shutting off. He felt very calm, very good actually. A second later a flood of endorphins washed over his mind and it felt wonderful. Lots of things were gone, but he didn’t know what and it didn’t really matter, everything felt lovely, everything as going to be okay.

As the muscle relaxant fully wore off at last Rodger found he could move his lips and tnuge again. He could speak! He could tell them the important things at last! He used his newfound ability to control his muscles to smile at the pleasant sensations and announce “Is awll tickwy!” As the gamma knife darkened section after section of his brain, free radicals were released and bathed his mind in bliss. When the surgeon finally targeted the areas which would make him truly see himself as a toddler Rodger wasn’t even aware enough to feel the sudden shift until it was already over.

**

One Month Later

Jim sat on the soft bench catching his breath amidst the teeming masses filling the mall on a Saturday afternoon. It was a rare moment of peace, not that he regretted the life he’d chosen. Two blue harnesses sat beside him, their owners briefly freed from their constraints, playing in the children’s area. He tried to keep his eye on both of them but wasn’t too worried when they disappeared. The play area was well patrolled by minders.

And indeed it was all too brief a respite before one of the young women minding the tots appeared leading a much larger man along by the hand as he pointed at Jim with his free hand. Rodger was bigger than most of the tykes in the play area but it was obvious to everyone he belonged there, even without the bar code imprinted on his left wrist. His white t-shirt sported a Bob the Builder motif, partly covered by his navy blue corduroy shortalls, which now also sported a sizable stain right around the crotch, with the tell-tale liquid running down his legs to squish between the toes of his bare feet as he padded across the linoleum floor.

“I’m afraid he’s had an accident,” the minder said.

Jim nodded. “Did you do some pee-pees sweetie?” he cooed to Rodger.

The young man nodded immediately. “Wod-Wod pee-pee!” he announced loudly, completely unabashed thanks to the changes made to his brain.

Jim nodded and reached out for the boy’s hand, thanking the minder for bringing him over. Rodger was happy to take his Daddy’s hand, immediately going in for a cuddle with the man who reduced his mind to mush. Jim obliged, cuddling Rodger tight, letting the boy rest his head on his Daddy’s shoulder and patting his bottom. “It’s okay Roddy, Daddy knows you can’t help it. Baby lost his control with the rest of his big boy thoughts.”

“Daddy woves me,” the man answered.

“That’s right baby, Daddy loves you. Now let’s get you out of these wet clothes.”

Jim took out a fresh pair of white and red underoos with Sesame Street designs. He always had a couple back-up pairs. He couldn’t take Rodger to the toilet though, not while Eric was still playing. But luckily he knew how complete Rodger’s operation had been. So he unbuckled the shortalls and let them drop to the floor, guiding the boy’s feet out of them and then snaking a finger into the elastic waist of the very wet underoos he wore and slipping them off as well.

Rodger stood completely exposed to the mall, nude from the belly-button down, hairless pee-pee dangling between his legs for all to see and he smiled. He had only the vaguest and simplest of understandings that he’d once been a daddy, that he’d been ‘big’ and had been made all little. It didn’t bother him at all. He was sure being little was infinitely better. After all, it was all he really knew.

Rodger spun out of Daddy’s reach and toddled gleefully back towards the play area before Daddy could make him put more big boy pants on. He didn’t want big boy pants, he wanted to be nakey! He dashed past a store window, seeing his reflection in it. For a second it horrified him. He saw what he’d been reduced to and it gave him a terrible feeling, seeing his half naked form like that. He had a powerful sense that this was all wrong, that it wasn’t what he wanted.

Daddy caught up and grabbed his hand as he stood staring at his reflection. “We don’t run in the mall Roddy,” he chided the boy.

Rodger gaped at the man, his fragile train of thought broken. He looked back at his reflection, tried to recall the powerful sensation that had made him stop. He blinked, then stuck out his tongue and blew a wet raspberry at the reflection. He was such a silly boy! Good thing he had Daddy to watch over him.

 

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