Baby Boy

He was dressed in a striped t-shirt made of two different shades of green. He wore a pair of denim short-tails with an iron-on picture of Mickey Mouse on the front. In between the legs were snaps that could open up, hiding the puffy diaper he wore under it.

Henry was originally just a normal kid who's family had to move into town due to economic reasons. The housing was cheap and his dad had a new job that was in the next town over, so his family had to live in the infantilist colony.

While most in the town didn't act their age, acting your age wasn't illegal. Unfortunately, there was a sort of social pressure kids who lived in town had lived under. Most who were born there or had moved there before adolescence never noticed it, but Henry did. Henry was the only third-grader in his class that wore big boy clothes and tightey-whiteys. His classmates thought he was fascinating, being the only kid there who was potty-trained. Most of those kids wouldn't get anything close to potty-training until they kit puberty, and even then they would only use the potty for emergencies.

Out of a mixture of peer-pressure and personal curiosity, Henry had asked his parents if he could try being a baby to fit in better with the other kids. While concerned and a little ****, they agreed to his request and they had found a happy medium.

Henry wasn't entirely like other babies his age. He slept in a regular bed instead of a crib, he didn't sit in a high-chair at home and he actually preferred sippy-cups to bottles. It was that undercurrent of maturity that was so attractive to Paulette.