Despite not knowing the first thing about changing a diaper, Larry understood he had to help. It felt like the least he could do after borrowing his mother’s body.
He gently lifted her out of the stroller, cradling her carefully as he looked around for the nearest restroom.
“I’m sorry, honey,” she said softly, her cheeks pink with embarrassment. “It’s still a little hard to control sometimes. The doctor says it should get better as my body gets older.”
Larry nodded, even though she probably didn’t expect a response. He pushed open the restroom door and made his way to the changing table, settling her down with practiced ease.
As soon as he laid her down, something kicked in. Muscle memory, maybe. His new adult body moved automatically, as if it had absorbed the experience of being changed a hundred times before. In just a few minutes, the soiled diaper was off, a fresh one was fastened in its place, and his mother was smiling again.
“Thanks, sweetie! You sure are a big boy now,” she said, beaming up at him, her voice filled with genuine pride despite the bizarre situation.
Larry gave a small smile back, then carefully lifted her off the table and walked out of the restroom, back toward the stroller.
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