Jennifer could hear Dennis breathing heavily through his nose as he lie on his side, hog tied and gagged on the bare mattress. For just a moment, she worried that he might smother. Recalling what he’d done to her just minutes earlier, she realized that she didn’t really care if he died or not.
Jennifer stood in her shower for a long time. It didn’t matter how many times she lathered then rinsed, it was impossible to feel clean. Physically, she didn’t think she had any severe injury. She’d always insisted that her lovers wear a condom, but she wasn’t expecting to be raped. Now she was afraid that he’d given her some sort of sexually transmitted disease.
She examined herself in the bathroom mirror. There were faint bruises at her waist, dark areas the size and shape of Dennis’s hands. Jennifer’s neck was stiff and sore, but he didn’t appear to have left any marks. Her breasts were painfully full, but she’d have to wait until later to express the milk and relieve the pressure.
She returned to the bedroom to find that Dennis hadn’t moved. It disgusted her to be in the same room with the man. Noting that he still seemed to be breathing, she quickly gathered some clothes, and retreated to the safety of the living room to dress.
The device was incredibly simple. She kept it hidden in the closet behind a stack of towels in the bathroom. It looked like a sunlamp or a spotlight; just a big, thick, yellow light bulb with a power chord attached. She took it in the bedroom and propped it up on the dresser. The bulb glowed faintly, then flashed, repeating the cycle every few seconds. Arranging the light so that it was pointed directly at Dennis, she adjusted a tiny dial on the power chord. The light flashed faster, like a dull strobe light.
Jennifer knew that every time the light flashed, Dennis would get just a bit younger; it was now only a matter of time. It would be an hour or more before she’d be able to notice any changes, but she smiled, knowing that big bad Dennis was about enter a whole new world.
It was now very late, but she was far too upset to go to sleep. Besides, she needed to make sure that he stayed securely bound; it wouldn’t be too long before she’d have to tighten the plastic ties around his body shrank in size. She poured some vodka over a few ice cubes hoping the liquor might help soothe her frayed nerves. The ice chattered in the glass as her shaking hand attempted to raise it to her lips. Standing at the kitchen counter, she absentmindedly turned the pages of a magazine. She would have preferred to sit on the couch, but because of Dennis’s abuse, thought better of it.
After a time, she glanced in on Dennis. He still hadn’t moved; the light continued to flash. She searched for any sign of change, found none, and left the room, closing the door behind her. She hoped that he wouldn’t wake up for a while; even bound and gagged she was sure that he could raise a raucous. She didn’t have any nearby neighbors; the houses were quite far apart, but she’d always found it impossible to think with someone yelling at her.
Later, in the bathroom, she attached herself to the breast pump and gently pulled her milk out of each breast and into a plastic canister. She’d read somewhere that breast milk could be frozen, so she poured the fluid into plastic bags and put them in the freezer. If they ended up taking Dennis a bit further back then planned, she could use her milk to nourish the creep. No way was he going to let that creature nurse at her breast!
She checked in on Dennis again, pulling the plug from the lamp so that she could get close without stepping into the lamp’s light.
Chapter 8
Dennis had to fight to regain consciousness. He slowly realized that his feet and hands were bound, and tied together behind him and that his mouth was taped shut. What was this crazy ***** up to? He pulled violently at his restraints; the force caused the headboard to bump loudly against the wall, but he was unable to free himself.
“Ah, look who’s finally awake!”
He recognized Jennifer’s voice immediately; it came from behind him, out of his field of vision. He tried to turn over to face her, but the way he was tied made it impossible. He hated being this helpless! He felt her tug at the straps, and for an instant thought that she might be freeing him. His stomach sank as she pulled the straps around his ankles and wrists yet tighter. She walked to the other side of the bed and looked down on him, his eyes were wide with fear.
“You’re a real ass hole Dennis, do you know that?” She paced the length of the room back and forth as Dennis watched nervously. “I invite you into my home. Hell, I invite you into my bed! I can’t believe that you attacked me like some ***** animal!” She stood over him, seething. “Like some ***** animal!” she screamed.
He heard the door shut as she left the room. A moment later, he saw the flashing light.
It wasn’t very bright; with the light on in the room it was barely noticeable. Straining his neck, he could see that it came from some sort of lamp or light bulb that rested on the dresser near the foot of the bed. It was some time before he noticed the warmth. Dennis felt a flood of heat, radiance that seemed to penetrate his entire body, emanating from the lamp. Frantically pulling at the chords, he was soon drenched in sweat. An hour later, Jennifer returned. Evidently, she shut the lamp off as she opened the door.
“My, haven’t we been a busy boy?” she asked sweetly.
Dennis was confused by her sudden change in demeanor, however the tone of her voice did nothing to ease his mind. The straps that he’d worked to loosen for nearly an hour, with some success, were once again pulled tight.
“I’ll be back in a little while,” Jennifer chortled. “Don’t go anywhere!” The door shut, and the lamp resumed flashing. A few minutes later Dennis was uncomfortably hot. Trussed like a Thanksgiving turkey, he wondered if Jennifer intended on slowly baking him to death. He must have passed out. When he opened his eyes, he found that Jennifer was standing above him again, grinning, with her hands on her hips.
“Sleeping like a baby, how cute.”
The plastic straps were now digging painfully into his skin; he was sure he was bleeding.
“If I take that tape off your mouth, you won’t try to bite me will you?” She knelt on the floor next to the bed. “I wouldn’t like that, and I think you’ll agree that you’re in enough trouble.”
Dennis shook his head up and down vigorously. Reasoning with this ***** would seem to be the only way to get out of this mess; he’d figure out something to say to get her to release him.
She’d wrapped the tape around his head several times and took a considerable amount of hair away as she pulled it off. Dennis inhaled sharply through his mouth.
“You *****! What the ***** do you think you’re doing?” He was sorry for the outburst before he even finished the sentence. Jennifer obviously held all of the cards in this battle, and screaming at her was not going to get him untied. He had to make nice.
Jennifer was standing near the dresser, next to that damn heat lamp. Taking a deep breath, he started again. “Listen, Jennifer, I’m sorry. Untie me will you, and we’ll forget that this ever happened.”
“No can do, Denny, not until I’m finished.”
“Finished with what?” Dennis stammered. Damn these chords were tight, and his legs were beginning to cramp. He couldn’t remember being this uncomfortable, or this afraid.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, so here, take a look.” Jennifer again knelt next to Dennis, holding a mirror up to his face.
His reflection didn’t make sense. He looked like a teenager, right down to the acne on his forehead. He squinted at the image; the homely teen in the mirror squinted back. This was impossible. It had to be a hallucination. Christ, he looked like he was fifteen!
Dazed, he whispered, “I don’t understand.”
“What don’t you understand, dummy?” Jennifer cackled. “I’m making you younger!”
“But that’s not possible…”
“Yea, that’s what I thought too,” she snapped back. “Maybe some more time under the light will convince you.” The light started flashing as she closed the door. “I’ll check on you in just a few minutes Denny,” she called from the other room.
He lay on the bed in stunned silence, trying hard to make sense out of what had just happened. The whole idea was crazy; people don’t get younger. Soon, he was again overheated, but at least the tape was off of his mouth, and that seemed to make him a bit more comfortable. Also the straps that had been biting into his skin were loosening. If he could just get one hand free…
Chapter 9
Jerry didn’t usually knock on the door when he visited his sister, but this time he was with Fred, and it just seemed like the civilized thing to do, even though they were expected.
Jerry and Fred were now living together; for the past several days they were officially a couple. Making up was so much fun!
Fred finally explained to Jerry, as he had to Jennifer, what was happening at work. Blackmail. Sexual harassment. Jerry was disappointed that he’d never get to see Fred model those little training pants, but Jennifer quickly pointed out that Dennis was much better prey.
It was time to tell Fred what was happening. With his sister’s permission, last night as they basked in the afterglow of a mutually enjoyable sex act that is still illegal in 6 states, Jerry shared their secrets with Fred. Jerry knew that Fred wouldn’t believe him. He probably thought that it was all some sort of gag, probably leading up to an elaborate practical joke. He’d believe soon enough.
The door opened. Jennifer stood in the doorway, grinning devilishly. “Jerry, you never knock! Come on in.”
“How did it go?” Jerry asked.
“A little rough at first. Let’s just say that he doesn’t play well with others.” They stood in the kitchen; Jerry watched anxiously as his sister poured a cup of coffee. “Want one?’ she asked raising the cup.
“Well, where is he?” Jerry asked impatiently.
“What are you two talking about?” Fred interjected, displaying more than a bit of annoyance.
“I have a little surprise for you,” Jerry gushed. “Remember what we were talking about last night?”
“Yea, I remember,” answered Fred skeptically.
Jerry looked at his sister, and raised his eyebrows, waiting for her to answer his question.
“Where do you think he is, silly, in the nursery of course! You know the way.”
Jerry quietly walked down the hall; Fred, following Jerry’s cue, tiptoed right behind him. Jennifer remained in the kitchen, sipping her coffee. “Be careful, I think he’s going to be quite a handful,” she giggled.
They both hesitated outside the nursery door; Jerry paused in breathless anticipation, savoring the moment. Jerry noticed Fred looking at the unusual lock arrangement on the door with a perplexed look on his face.
He opened the door.
The room was dark. As they stepped in, both men sensed some movement on the far side, behind the crib, as if a small dog or cat was scurrying about looking for a place to hide. Jerry located the switch on the wall and flooded the area with light. The crib was empty. It was then they heard the noises, extremely faint whimpering sounds coming from the corner of the nursery.
Walking around the crib, they saw him. A tiny redheaded toddler crouched naked, his back against the wall, breathing heavily. The boy looked up at the men; his eyes grew large darting back and forth looking for some way to escape.
“Dennis? Is that you?” Jerry whispered. “Don’t be afraid.”
He was so tiny! For some reason, Jerry had thought that he’d be much bigger. He was such a pretty little boy, his head thick with curly red hair. Except for that tiny penis jiggling so adorably between his legs, he might have been a little girl. Jerry drew near; getting down on his knees in front of the boy for a better look, he stared wordlessly. The child flattened himself against the wall, cringing in obvious terror.
“Stop it this instant!” Fred shouted, as he stood behind Jerry, taking it all in. “Who is this kid?”
“Hush,” Jerry admonished. “Can’t you see that you’re scaring him?” Jerry returned his attention to the toddler. “Tell Fred who you are,” he instructed softly. “It has to come from you, because he’s never going to believe me.”
They continued staring at each other for some time.
“What’s your name?” Jerry demanded. “Say it.”
“Stubborn little guy, isn’t he?” It was Jennifer. She stood in the doorway, coffee in hand, very obviously amused at the whole situation. Looking at the child, she raised a folded thin white belt, a strap really, up above Jerry’s head. “I suggest you talk to the man. You know what happens to little boys who don’t do as they’re told.”
“Dennis. It’s me, Dennis,” the little boy stammered. “Oh God, please let me go. Oh God! Oh God!” He started sobbing, big tears rolling down both cheeks. “I’m sorry Fred. Just let me go. I won’t tell anybody. Please. I just want to go home!”
Suddenly Fred understood; the realization hit him like a fist in the face. “Holy shit, it’s him! Holy *****!” Fred raised his hand over his mouth, a look of stunned disbelief on his face. “But how…?” For a moment, Jerry thought that Fred might faint.
“Listen, guys, I did my part.” Jennifer turned and walked into the hallway. “I want him out of here. It was a long night, and I’m beat.”
Fred sank to his knees next to Jerry, studying the little boy, comparing him to the man he knew as his boss at the club. “I don’t understand how this is possible….”
“Think of him as an early Christmas present, Fred,” Jerry replied, never taking his eyes off the tiny figure cowering in front of them. “He belongs to us now, and we can keep him and play with him as long as we like.”
Chapter 10
A week had gone by since Fred and Jerry carried poor Dennis, squealing and wiggling, and wrapped in a blanket, out to their waiting car. Jerry returned a few minutes later with a silly grin on his face, to retrieve the little training pants he’d purchased some time earlier.
Jennifer used the time to rest and recover, dutifully pumping the breast milk twice a day so that she’d be prepared for her next guest.
She hadn’t heard much from her brother or Fred, and that surprised her. She hoped that they were being cautious; if little Dennis was left unsupervised for even a few minutes, there could be trouble. She also hoped that Jerry was following her instructions and taking Dennis’s temperature twice a day. A drop in body temperature during the first week was a sign that the regression was unstable, and he’d require additional exposure to the lamp.
She was pleased when Jerry called this morning and asked if they could stop by. She heard the car doors slam, and met them outside. What she saw made her mouth drop open.
Fred and Jerry were in the front yard, smiling, holding hands, while tiny Dennis stood a few feet in front of them, looking down at the grass. Strapped over his frame was a little harness, and the harness was attached to a red leather leash!
Barefoot, Dennis was wearing lavender shorts, which were too small, even for him. When Dennis turned to look back at Fred, who held his leash, Jennifer could see the bottom edges of the training pants and tiny half moons of flesh sticking out of the shorts.
“What have you done to him?” Jennifer asked, laughing hysterically.
Jerry shrugged. “The leash was Fred’s idea; lots of parents do it.”
It amused Jennifer that apparently Jerry and Fred now thought of themselves as parents. She supposed it was probably better for Dennis that way, at least they weren’t thinking themselves as pet owners.
Dropping the leash, Fred instructed, “Go give your Aunt Jennifer a hug, Denny.”
The little man hesitated only a moment before trudging up to Jennifer, dragging his leash behind him. As Jennifer knelt down, Dennis embraced her, wrapping his thin arms around her neck. “Help me please. I’m begging you….” He whispered into her ear.
“I’m afraid you’re on your own, little guy,” she replied, giving his behind a little pat.
She rose to her feet, taking Dennis up with her. Bouncing him up and down, he asked Fred, “He’s so little! Any idea how much he weighs?”
“Twenty-three pounds,” answered Jerry replied authoritatively, before Fred could reply.
“And you’ve been getting his temperature like I told you?”
“Twice a day,” Fred sighed. “Just like you told us.” Grinning evilly, he continued, “He doesn’t like it very much though.”
“I bet he doesn’t,” Jennifer chortled. “You know, he’s probably old enough to hold a thermometer in his mouth.”
“Yea, but how much fun is that?” Jerry snickered.
Jennifer bounced Dennis up and down in her arms. “Oh, you boys ARE bad,” she chided.
It was difficult for Jennifer to believe that the precious little boy she was holding was the same monster that attacked her so viciously just a week ago. Except for the absurd clothing that they’d dressed him in, he looked absolutely angelic. She ran her hand through his thick hair; it was much softer than she remembered it. She lowered him to the ground, giving his buns another little squeeze before releasing him. Dennis looked up at Fred, as if waiting for instructions.
“Go sit on the steps of the porch, Denny,” Fred ordered.
“Yes, daddy,” the child answered, before trotting off to the steps and sitting down.
“Daddy?” Jennifer asked incredulously, snickering. “You have him calling you daddy? This is getting just too weird.”
“What should he call me?” Fred countered defensively. “Besides, I think it’s sweet.” His face reddened in embarrassment. “Look, we need your help. Can you look after Dennis for a few hours?”
“What, you’ve only been a parent for a week, and already you need a sitter?” Jennifer teased.
Jerry squinted, the skin on his forehead wrinkling in an expression that Jennifer recognized from their childhood. She suddenly realized that her brother was deeply worried about something.
“Jennifer, we have to go talk with the police. They want to question us about Dennis’s disappearance.”
Chapter 11
Dennis sat on the porch step, waiting patiently. He stretched out his short legs and looked down for the hundredth time at his pink little feet and his chubby knees. It had been at least a week, and he still couldn’t accept what had happened. Rationally, the entire situation just didn’t make sense. Just a week ago he was an adult male, tall and strong, with a good career and many responsibilities. He was respected, sometimes feared, by men, and admired by women. Somehow, overnight, he’d been transformed into a plaything for a couple of fags!
The clothes that they’d dressed him in today were, by design, much too small; especially the shorts. They pinched him in sensitive areas. He pulled at the legs in a vain attempt to make them less uncomfortable, glancing at the tiny bulge in the front of the stretch shorts. Dennis recalled that he used to wear pants and sweats that proudly showed off his manhood, the little lump between his legs made a mockery of that memory.
He then tugged at his harness; Fred and Jerry came up with that idea on the second day, making him wear it except when he was in his cage.
He knew that it wasn’t really a cage; it was actually a special child’s crib that they’d ordered from a hospital supply company. Stainless steel bars surrounded the stiff plastic covered mattress that extended, curving over the top. Dennis was just small enough to be able to stand in the crib if he put his head up between the bars. The crib was placed just a few feet away from the bed that ‘Daddy’ and ‘Uncle Fred’ slept in.
The first couple of days with Fred and Jerry were a blur.
He recalled most of the car ride from Jennifer’s house to his new home. He remembered being covered with a blanket and carried to the back seat of Fred’s car. He remembered kicking and screaming while being strapped, naked, into a little car seat. Most of all, he remembered Fred suddenly twisting around in the front seat of the car, and, without warning, slapping his face when he wouldn’t be quiet. The blow stunned him, injuring fragile muscles in his neck.
“Damn, Fred, not so hard! You’re going to hurt him.” Jerry hissed. “Look at him for Christ’s sake, he’s just a little boy!”
“I don’t care,” Fred shrugged as he drove down the highway. “He’s got to learn.”
As little Dennis shook his head, attempting to remain conscious, he had a sudden flash back to similar arguments that his mother and father used to have. For a brief moment, he was there…his parents were in the front seat, with his mother again attempting to shield him from his father’s violence.
As he returned to reality (if this was reality), he understood that if he hoped to survive this bizarre experience, he’d have to cooperate.
It was only a short drive to Jerry’s house. Without complaint, Dennis allowed Jerry to wrap him in the blanket and carry him in. Fred held open the door for Jerry and Dennis, like a proud new father.
“What are you going to do?” Dennis squeaked feebly.
“Relax,” Jerry soothed. “Right now, we’re going to get you dressed.” He lowered Jerry to the cool white tile floor of the living room, and pulled the blanket away from his frame.
Dennis looked around in awe; everything seemed to be made of glass or glistening steel. The inside of the home look like it was taken right out of an issue of Architectural Digest.
More importantly, the furnishings looked impossibly huge. The white leather couch against the wall was gigantic in proportion. As Dennis stood naked in the middle of the room, gazing around in a vain attempt to adjust to his new perspective, Jerry and Fred sank down heavily on the couch.
“Can you believe it’s him?” Fred asked Jerry, staring at the wide-eyed toddler in front of them. “This is just too ***** strange! I wonder what he’s thinking about.”
“Why are you asking me?” Jerry replied absently, focusing his attentions on opening the little plastic packages that contained Dennis’s new clothes. “Why don’t you ask him?”
Fred watched as Dennis wordless surveyed the room. Slowly, his eyes met Fred’s, and their eyes locked. “So, Dennis, how’s it going so far? What do you think?” Fred grinned at his own questions, appreciating that interrogating such a tiny person only added to the absurdity of the situation.
“Oh, God, please change me back! I won’t tell anybody. Please.” Dennis trembled, his head turned back and forth as he searched for a place to hide.
He slowly focused on Jerry, who sat pointing at him, curling his index finger, motioning him forward. In his other hand, he was holding up a tiny pair of little briefs, light blue, with a design of dancing teddy bears. “We can talk about this after we get you dressed.”
Dennis hesitated and glanced at the door, considering making a run for it.
“Get over here NOW Dennis,” Fred ordered loudly.
It took some time before Dennis, who stood naked and trembling before the two men on the couch, understood why Fred started laughing. Consumed with terror, the little boy hadn’t immediately realized that he was urinating, the pee hitting the polished white tile, splashing up on tiny feet and onto his bare legs, collecting in a small puddle on the floor.
“Really, Fred!” Jerry admonished. “Now see what you’ve done? You’re scaring him again. Why do you have to be so mean?”
Suddenly, it was 1977, and Dennis was six years old. His father stood over him, arm raised, belt in hand, as Dennis wet his pants, staining the new carpeting. He heard his mother say: “Stop it Henry, he’s only a little boy,” just before the strap came down again on his bare skin.
The next thing he knew, he was in a bathroom. Kneeling, Jerry wiped Dennis’s legs and feet off with a warm, wet washcloth. He then gently dabbed at Dennis’s tiny manhood, making sure that he was perfectly clean. As he touched him there, Dennis watched Jerry’s eyes almost close, as if deep in thought, just before they fluttered girlishly. Dennis also noticed how big Dennis seemed, like a giant. Resistance against a person this large was obviously futile..
“You’ve been through a lot,” Jerry whispered. Holding out the tiny training pants, he gave them a shake, wordlessly instructing him to step in. “I think you should take a nice long nap. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Dennis stepped in and started to pull up the cotton pants before Jerry brushed his hands away and did it himself.
“Yes,” Dennis mumbled. Maybe if they left him alone, he could find a way to get away.
“Well, we don’t have your room put together yet, but you can rest in here.”
Dennis closed his eyes tightly as he felt himself being carried into an adjacent bedroom. He was surprised to discover that, out of instinct, he’d wrapped his arms around Jerry’s neck. He could smell Jerry’s cologne, and feel the coarseness of his unshaven cheek against the side of his face. He soon found himself under heavy, cool sheets in the middle of a giant bed.
The idea of being kissed by another man was repugnant, but he successfully fought the impulse to jerk away as Jerry leaned over and placed his huge lips on Dennis’s forehead. The light was turned off; the door was shut, and Dennis heart the distinct sound of the door being locked from the other side. The only light in the room came from the gap between to door and the floor.
He immediately sat up in bed, moving the heavy sheet and blanket away with great effort. Was there a phone perhaps, or window that he could crawl out of? There must be some way to escape this madness. There was no phone, and there were no windows. The only furniture in the room was the big bed that he was in, and a tall chest of drawers. He saw a second door that he assumed was a closet. He slid off the bed to investigate, and, misjudging the distance to the floor, fell to his hands and knees. Suddenly, the door opened, and the room was filled with light.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” Fred bellowed. “I think that we’re getting off to a very bad start here.”
The hulking figure stood in the doorframe, completely surrounded by light. As Dennis squinted up at the giant, he trembled in fear, his knees buckling as the giant man bent over, reaching for Dennis. Monstrous hands closed around his torso, lifting him off his feet, and tossing him roughly on the bed.
“I’d better not catch you sneaking around again, Denny,” Fred said evenly. “I know how to deal with bad little boys, and I guarantee you won’t like it.”
The door shut. The lock turned. Dennis trembled under the sheet for nearly an hour before plummeting into a deep sleep.
Chapter 12
The car carrying Fred and Jerry backed out of Jennifer’s driveway; she watched it as it turned the corner and disappeared. Turning, she walked toward the tiny boy who sat forlornly on the front step of her porch. She was finding it very difficult to draw any connection between the cute redheaded toddler who looked up at her with big, sad, eyes, and the monster that attacked her a week earlier.
“You probably know that they’re looking for you,” Jennifer said.
His expression quickly changed, and his cherubic face took on an evil grin. “They’ll find me too! And then you’ll be in trouble,” the little boy cackled.
His remark broke the spell. Suddenly Janice realized that the tiny person standing before her wasn’t an innocent child at all, but the same demon that had used both her and Fred to satisfy his own lust.
“Get in the house,” she said evenly, attempting to control her temper.
Dennis sighed heavily before turning toward the house. He struggled with the screen door for several seconds before Jennifer reached from above and effortlessly pulled it open, as she retrieved the end of Dennis’s leash at the same time.
They entered the foyer. Dennis stood silently, his hands at his sides, awaiting instructions.
“My, don’t they have you well trained?” she teased. Tying the end of Dennis’s leash to a coat hook several feet above his reach, she motioned to the floor. “Sit down if you like; I think you’re going to be here for a while.”
Dennis declined the offer, preferring to stand with his back against the wall, his little arms folded, as Jennifer sat down at a table in the adjoining living room with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. “You know, you only made the third page,” she said absently, reading the paper. “Your mom wanted to file a missing person’s report, but the police wouldn’t let her.” Dennis squinted, listening intently. “I wonder what your mommy would say if she could see you now. I bet she’d love to get her little boy back.”
She put down her paper, and looked directly at Dennis. “Are they treating you OK?”
“If you really want to know,” he snapped, “I’d be better off dead.”
“Oh, Denny, don’t be so melodramatic,” Jennifer reproved. “It could be worse, let me show you.” She got up and unfastened the leash from the coat hook, and gave it a little tug. “Follow me.”
He scampered after her as she walked down the hallway leading to the empty nursery. The sight of him so desperately trying to keep up made her smile.
She opened the door and motioned him in, stepping in right behind. The door slammed loudly behind them, making Dennis jump. She dropped the leash. Dennis looked up her, eyes wide with fear, before looking about the room. His eyes went from the bassinette, to the little carrier on the floor in the corner, and then to the changing table that loomed across the room. Jennifer reached under the table and pulled out a tiny blue sleeper, with little white unicorn printed on the front.
“We’ve got enough time. Do you think that ‘Daddy’ and ‘Uncle Jerry’ would like it if they picked you up dressed you in this?” She held out the little outfit so that Dennis could see. “If we put you under the light for a few minutes, it would be just the right size.” She giggled to herself as she watched the horror on Dennis’s little face. “I bet that Uncle Jerry would love a little baby to take care of.”
“Oh no, you wouldn’t, please,” Dennis stammered. “Haven’t you done enough to me?” His bottom lip quivered, and Jennifer thought that he might start crying at any moment. God, he was so precious!
“Relax little guy. This outfit isn’t for you, at least not yet.” She gave his bottom a gentle swat as she shooed him from the room. Dennis gratefully scurried back to the foyer, his leash dragging, taking his spot beneath the coat hook. “I have an idea,” she said, securing the leash. “Stay right here.”
Dennis waited, eventually sinking to the cool tile floor, his little legs stretched out akimbo. It was almost a half an hour before Jennifer reappeared carrying a large box. She got on her knees next to Dennis, turned him around, and unfastened his harness, lifting it off his little frame.
“Arms up!” Jennifer order. Without thinking, Dennis complied immediately. She peeled off his t-shirt in one short, even motion. Pinching the bottom hem of his shorts, she pulled them down and yanked them away, leaving him dressed only in light blue training pants. “Wow, look at you. Could you look more adorable?” Jennifer reached in under his arms, tickling him. He squirmed, and actually giggled for a second. He then seemed to realize what was happening, and scowled comically. “Lets have some fun before you go home. Let’s play dress up.”
Dennis held his hands over his crotch; Jennifer immediately brushed them away. “There’s no reason to be shy,” she admonished. “I saw your cute little boy thingy last week, and it’s definitely no big deal.” Jennifer paused dramatically, her eyes rolling up as if in deep thought. “In fact, let’s just go all of the way.” With that, she whisked the little pants away, leaving the child completely naked.
“Now stand still,” Jennifer instructed, “And let’s see what we have in here….”
TO BE CONTINUED?