There was no point in trying to flight against Kelly. Even if you fought back, she was about five times your size. You reluctantly admitted to yourself that you were stuck in your current predicament.
Opening your mouth, you accepted the nipple and began to drink the formula. You didn't care much for the taste, but you looked up at Kelly and played along. She gave you a big smile; and for the time being, you felt no panic.
After you finished your bottle, Kelly placed you over her shoulder and gently patted your back until you burped. You were embarrassed at how much you spit up. Kelly then wiped your mouth before placing you back into your crib.
"Looks like you've decided to be a good boy for your mommy," Kelly said as she moved towards the closet. "Now it's time to get you dressed for the day. They gave us quite the selection of clothing to choose from."
You watched as Kelly sorted through the closet. As you watched, you couldn't help but notice that there were an awful lot of pink outfits on hangers.
"I'll make you a deal," Kelly says as she pulls out two outfits. "I'll let you choose which outfit you wear today. If you want to be a princess, then you can wear the pink dress; however, if you want to be a prince, then you can wear the blue overalls. But you have to hurry and pick because we're running late."
Choosing what to wear was probably going to be the most adult thing that you did all day. What did Kelly mean by running late? You hesitate. Did you really want to wear a dress? Did it really matter? The way you looked right now nobody would be able to tell if you were a boy or a girl.
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