"You know the baby boy clothes?" wincing, dad asked. he sighed. "I just opened the package and their for baby girls." he winced, hearing my cry and added, "It's just clothing, honey."
"We know you're really a boy." cooing me, mom said. "Please understand that we did not want this to happen any more than you did."
"We have no time to go out and fix this." patiently, dad said. "Just play along and, once this is over, you will be able to look back at this and laugh at the experience."
"You won't need to lift a finger." softly, mom added, "Just wait this disease out and we will help you bounce back as best we can."
Reluctantly, I nodded and allowed mom to strip me of all of my clothing before sliding a pink diaper under my bare bottom. She put oil and powder onto me then sealed me into the diaper before pulling a pair of plastic panties over my diaper. "Almost done, honey." cooing me, mom said. "Just a few more things."
With that, she pushed a pair of pink booties onto my feet and a pair of fingerless mittens onto my hands. I looked at them and realized that I was not unable to use my fingers, meaning I would not be able to take anything off without help. Lastly, mom pulled out a pink dress and a pink shirt and pants set and held them up for me to see. "You are wearing one of these today and the other tomorrow." firmly but kindly, she said. "Which do you want to wear first?"
I sighed, looking at my girly choices and pointed to the...
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