Albert sat on the ground with his hands between his spread legs, trying to contemplate his situation despite the agonizing mental block that seemed to have swept over him. He couldn’t abstractly reason at all. Trying visualize words, numbers, or shapes in his mind just resulted in a sickening buzz that quickly distracted him and made him lose the train of thought.
His body wouldn’t respond properly either. With a tremendous mental effort he could coordinate himself with simple movements, but it took everything he could muster just to make simple motions with his limbs. His hands were still numb and unresponsive, drifting and twitching randomly as if they were made of jello. He would need to be careful until he figured out what was going on. He shuddered at the thought, he had been so overwhelmed by his family’s reaction that he had made tinkles all over himself! He hadn’t even felt the need to go, and now his family thought that he needed a diaper!
Although maybe they were right, if being distracted could make him involuntarily relieve himself.
The diaper was softly padded, cushioning him against the ground and the only feedback he received from his groin at all was a squishiness. Like sitting on a tiny pillow, undoubtedly his balls being cradled by padding. He wondered why he couldn’t feel his pee-pee, and why he couldn’t see it when he was nakey. It must be tucked away under him.
His son had told him that he didn’t have a pee-pee anymore, but that was impossible! He was an adult man, he couldn’t just suddenly have a betweenie like a girl.
But as he looked down at his spread legs, he saw the diaper he was wearing was tiny, pink, and stretched over an impossibly small area of his groin. There was no trace of any kind of bulge. Not only that, but he felt the diaper pulled tight again his crotch. There was no room for any external organs, and he felt nothing but a soft squish against the taut material. It was softly padded, cushioning him against the ground and the only feedback he received from his groin at all was a squishiness.
He refused to accept this, and stuffed his lolling hand down the waistband. He was met with nothing. Absolutely nothing but baby smooth hairless skin all along his abdomen to the bottom of his groin where his penis had been his entire life. It should be resting right there, the shaft starting right at the base of his crotch. He fished around all through the diaper, and came up with nothing but an unbroken landscape of baby soft skin from each end of the diaper to the very center.
It must be tucked away in the grip of the diaper. The only trace of anything he could find was a tiny divot between two ticklish swollen flaps on his crotch, but when he reached further down to inspect where his testicles had always been, he hit nothing but padding, sandwiched between extremely sensitive puffiness and the hard ground beneath him.
He realized that he had been sitting directly on his balls this entire time and hadn’t felt a thing. But as he shifted the padding of his diaper against the floor, there was simply no room for anything to hang down there!
There was nothing there. The padding he felt was his puffy lips squished against the floor.
“Daddy? Hey sweetie. Take your hand out of there. Look at me.”
Albert was irritable from his realization. Having his brain slowed down was frustrating enough, he started to panic about his lack of manhood.
“No! Why can’t I find my pee-pee? Im a big man Im supposed to have one! But there’s nothing here!”
“I told you sweetie, you don’t have one! You traded, and now you’re a little girl down there. You don’t need to get upset.”
“I traded with who? What happened? Where’s my pee-pee?” “It’s ok sweetie. We’re trying to find out and fix this. It looks like you traded with Jenny, see?” He pointed to Jeff and Jenny exiting the bathroom.
Albert could only stare in blank shock at the grotesque sight of his daughter. She was exactly how he remembered her, with one staggering exception in the relatively colossal set of male genitals swinging freely between her tiny legs. He searched through very memory he had of himself, and it all checked out, the package he saw was unmistakably his.
Or rather, used to be his. It wasn’t his penis any more.
His first thought was fatherly concern and care for the state of his mutated daughter, but as those emotions flashed through his slowed brain, they failed to fire the correct synapses and quickly faded. Replaced swiftly with a latent brooding horror and feelings of jealous inadequacy that made his groin feel starkly empty; creating a slow whine in his chest. These too started to dull, and after he did his best to process the situation his limited faculties found it was easier to not be concerned.
He started to lose focus and drool a bit.
“Do you see sweetie? Look at Jenny.”
The words broke his stupor, and glancing again at the transformed infant, he decided to relax, stop trying to think, and let his instincts talk.
He opened his mouth, and a trail of spit and drool flowed out alongside some baby gibberish.
