Jay left the room, and headed outside. He felt drawn somewhere else and began walking. The ground was dirty and he wasn't wearing anything, but it didn't seem to bother him.
All he knew was that someone had come into his room and taken everything he was, leaving him as no one.
His walk led him to another part of town that he'd never been in before. He entered an apartment building and walked up a flight of stairs, entering a rather plain one-bedroom apartment.
There was the sound of a young boy crying, soothed by his obviously pregnant mother. She looked to be in her late twenties. She waddled into the kitchen to get him his sippy cup.
Jay moved toward a discarded nightgown on the floor and slipped it over his head, feeling his chest swell. A tall teenager with breasts wearing a woman's nightgown approached the toddler, perhaps two years old, and picked him up, holding him, and sat in a nearby rocking chair. He could feel his butt expanding to fit the chair, and his legs shrinking to its proportions, but as he comforted the child, while his mind screamed at the wrongness of it...another more basic part of him began to feel content.
He took Charley, for now he knew that to be the boy's name, and gently urged him onto the floor. As he got up, he felt a sudden building weight building up, pulling him down. His hands went to his stomach as he felt the life suddenly beneath them.
He moved, slowly, feeling tired yet content, his mind telling him this was the way things had to be, and helped the boy into his playpen. He noticed the door open and moved to close it, barely noticing the woman exiting through it before locking the bolts so his little angel would be safe.
Jay tried to concentrate on something else. The project he had been working on, his assignments at school...but they all began to slip away, replaced by other thoughts, simpler numbers. She sank down in her chair and reached for the remote. Mommy needed to relax before lunch.
