Debbie lay on her bed, her husband Mike asleep on her chest. It was comforting to feel the warmth of her tiny body, the steady rhythm of her quiet breathing, the flutter of her heartbeat. Debbie reached up to stroke her soft, bald head. Mike gave a quiet gurgle, squirmed a little, and then lay still again.
Mike wore a cloth diaper - Robbie had found a supply packed in a box in the basement. Just in time, too, as Mike had voided herself shortly thereafter.
And had seemed very pleased with herself, too, Debbie thought with a smile.
Between the two feedings that Mike had had so far, Tessa had told her mother about the different ways the ring could change a person. And as she proffered her milk-filled breasts to her transformed husband for the second time, she wondered if Mike was fully conscious of what was happening or if he had decided to experience the world again as an infant.
From what she had seen of infant Mike's behavior so far, she was inclined to guess the latter.
She smiled, continuing to stroke the child. Mike had known that she loved taking care of an infant, that she had missed the experience during the years since the twins were weaned, that at 37 she was unlikely to be having another baby of her own.
So he had given himself to her...as a baby...at least for a short while.
She leaned her head forward and kissed her husband gently.
Then she rolled over and laid Mike on the bed, making sure the baby was still sleeping, then got up and tied her robe around her waist.
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