Jon and his daughter went to the park. As they left, Jon surreptitiously slipped the stone into his pants pocket. His knockers bounced as he walked and he was grateful for the support his bra provided. He admitted that he actually enjoyed having boobs. They got to the park and his daughter began to play. Nobody seemed to find it odd that a sixteen year old boy with gigantic knockers was the mother of a five year old girl. After about half an hour, Jon had to use the bathroom. "Stay on the playground where I can see you, honey," Jon said. "Mommy has to go to the bathroom."
"OK, Mommy," she said. "Can I have your breasts when you're done? I'm hungry and I want some milk."
"Sure thing, honey," said Jon. He wondered if it was OK to nurse in public, especially since his daughter was five. Entering the girl's bathroom, Jon made sure that no one else was around. He entered a stall and pulled out the stone. "I wish I knew what my daughter's name was." A flash. His daughter's name was Madison. "I wish that it would be perfectly normal for me to nurse Madison and any other children I might have in public and everyone will think its normal." Another flash. "I wish that there were other guys like me in society and that at least one would be in the park when I get out." A final flash.
Jon left the restroom. "Mommy, Mommy," said Madison. "Here I am. You sure take a long time in the bathroom, Mommy. Can you nurse me now, Mommy?"
"Of course I can," said Jon. He sat down on a bench and adjusted his shirt and bra to reveal his titanic tit. Madison began to nurse, giving Jon the most wonderful feelings of intimacy and bonding with his beautiful baby girl. Then he heard a voice.
"Emily," it said. "I didn't know you were taking Madison to the park today? We could have made a play date."
Am I Emily? he thought as he looked towards the voice, not wanting to disturb his nursing daughter. Do I have a new name now? Looking up, Jon saw who was talking to him. It was...
