Seeing Janet so large reminded Dave of what it had been like to be a kid looking up at bigger women, how beautiful they were, how intimidating. He remembered a childish crush he had on one of his mother's friends. From his perspective, her legs had seemed so curvy and long, and her breasts... They must have been as big as his head. Twiddling the pen in his fingers, he wondered what it would be like to be a kid again, yet he worried about having to live as a kid, having no control over much of his life, being at the mercy of adults.
"Well, I'll just have to word it right," he said as he poised the pen over paper to write. He bit his lower lip and thought a moment. "I want to be smaller and immature like a kid, but I want to be treated like an adult by people that know me," he thought aloud to himself. "Yeah, that should work."
He wrote, "Although my age is the same and everyone who knows me treats me as an adult, I am physically a..."