Finally. A moment of respite.
"Hey, what are you doing in here?" came a gruff man’s voice.
Willy looked up in confusion. He reached for the light switch and pressed the button.
The lights snapped on to reveal a six-month-old baby standing naked on the fold-out table. Pale-skinned, and with a nasty scar across its neck, it looked very angry.
Moreover, the baby looked unreal. Standing on two legs, its back arched as it tried to step into a pair of tiny jeans.
"What?"
"What are you doing in here? Can’t you see I’m changing?"
Willy looked the baby up and down. The rolls of fat on its arms weren’t a surprise. The tiny nub of a p***s pushed up by the waist of the tiny jeans. The baby seemed genuinely upset that he’d been caught in flagrante.
"I asked you, what are you doing in here? A bi
