Ken was woken by a huge finger that slid gently across his cheek. It was hard to clear his head, and he stared up groggily into the enormous face of his mother.
"Wake up, sleepy head. Momma's big boy has a busy day ahead." She hoisted him up effortlessly and placed him on the changing table next to the door.
Oh, no! Ken squirmed as she undid the safety pins holding his diaper together, but already knew it needed changing. Circe had taken away his potty training! He flushed as his mother removed the soiled cloth and wiped him clean. Didn't she know this was wrong? That he was supposed to be 16?
"Kenny not baby!" That's not what he wanted to say! "Kenny big boy!" He frowned, trying to make his mouth work the way he wanted. He was trying to tell his mother what had happened, but the explanation got jumbled in his head and came out as baby talk.
"Of course, darling." His mother patted his bottom with powder. "You're a big boy, aren't you!"
"He's just a baby!" Anna's voice came from the door, and Ken felt his stomach clench. "He's just a little baby. Right, Kenny?"
[Yes, Kenny.] Circe's voice echoed in his head. [I warned you. But you are a stupid male, and I suppose you must be taught the hard way.]
Ken felt strange again, and the room twisted around him.