“You sure do. Since you had a bath earlier and we didn’t go out, you can get away with just washing your hands and face.” She thought a moment. “And make sure you go to the bathroom, too. I’ll get your stuff ready.” As Ray nodded and left, Trinna got out his pajamas and a diaper, feeling a little guilty over not telling him the truth all those years. When Ray returned, she looked down at him. “Hold out your hands.” She examined them a minute, than nodded. “Good job.”

Ray got undressed and tossed his clothes in the hamper, than laid down on the changing pad Trinna had set up on his bed. “So, um, you need these too?”