Chapter Thirty-Three
Minutes later, entering the bathroom, Rhonda suppresses a smile in seeing her new adult baby quacking... probably not so much in fear... but in concern. In establishing her control and superiority she decides for the moment to just stand and assess.
Terry has dark brown hair, cut in a page boy style, soft brown puppy eyes... sad... oft seen at pet adoption centers peering through cage bars. The girl has slim everything... arms, legs, neck... and breasts which are cute and perky. Rhonda finds herself thinking, that in being desirous of an adult baby boy, she instead lured into her web a girl... yet fortunately one who shares the paraphilia... and ironically one who, suitably attired, could pass as a boy.
Terry wears a disposable diaper, as expected. Not expected is
