Our little secret

Born again (part 2)

Dr. Js perspective

"Tom do you understand me" doctor Phillips said

Tom just stared blankly back at him

"Tom if you understand me, nod your head"

Nothing. He just continued to stare. Snuffling. His cry was so mild. He was definitely trying to understand.

"Tom, you have just been born. We need to know if you still have the same mental capabilities as u did previous the insertion of you into the artificial womb. I need you to respond to me" he continued

"Can you touch my hand?" He said hopefully holding out his hand.

Silence, his hand did wobble a little. Thinking maybe there was hope. He was concentrating. Trying to touch dr Philips hand. He stopped, then suddenly screamed loudly then silence and flopped back down again, he started breathing heavier, his face screwed up and began crying again. Dr Phillips turned to me and the other doctors. While the nurses carried on wiping him up.

"Tom consciously seems to be there but his pre-developed cognitive abilities in a physical aspect has seemed to subside. We don't know is full range of his capabilities yet so keep open minded until we fun a few more tests and focus on the basics to see if he responds. There will be muscle deterioration as of being in the parturition contrivance, so be gentle and support his neck as if he was a new born. We can't be seen as to not know what we're doing or we have made an mistake to the media. Remember we only got clearing on this because we were 100% with the results."

We split off I walked over to Tom who was still crying in his crib, exposed with a sheet underneath him. I always loved the colour white against him, it always brought out his features. I pushed my hand under the sheet and his back supporting his head while I did the same with my other hand but under his butt. I pressed his naked body against me. My little man. His cries subsided but He made little roars in my ear as like a pre-warning he would cry again. He was a lot lighter then before, he had lost a lot of weight. His bum was less chubby more boney. His thin scarred tiny arms pressed again me. His legs still in the bent position clinging around me. He was cold and shaking. I gently bobbed him to settle. I walked around with him looking for a proper blanket to replace the sheet with. I ended up finding a fluffy white towel instead but that's warmer then a sheet. I wanted him covered. I knew he hated being naked. I sat down and wrapped the towel properly around him. He continued with his baby roars while cuddling up to me. His roars softened and got replaced with light murmurs. I leaned back and He pressed his face against my chest, he was silent listening to my heartbeat. I stroked his face with the hand that was behind his neck, his skin was soft, poreless, smooth. His little nose was cold. His black long eyelashes gently twitching as he blinked. It's hard to remember that he's 23. He's obviously a lot bigger then a baby and isn't a baby but I don't know, there was something very strange. I had a love for him. A strong protection element. Maybe because it was because he was so vulnerable it made me be this way. He couldn't defend anything that came his way. I stroked his legs and arms. He was freezing. I was getting worried. I walked over to doctor Phillips.

"he needs help, he's freezing cold. It's not right."

Doctor Phillips felt around his body while he still lay in my arms. He then turned and spoke to a few of the nurses indicating what to do. He turned back to us.

"We need to take him to the nursery, they have an incubator and clothes ready for him there. But to get there we need to get through the press and audience outside"

He grabbed Tom and laid him back into the plastic crib. The cry began again. They wheeled him through the doors and slowly walked the the crowd of people allowing everyone to get a good glimpse of the newly 2nd born person. There was loud chatter and flashing cameras. Toms towel barely covered his boyhood.  The towel just sat slightly above his pubic region while everything else was exposed. His back was slightly arched. His arms and legs bent open. His chest dangerously thin with a line directly going down the middle and ending at his cut umbilical cord. His stomach with slightly muscular outlines but mostly swelled. His v line's cradling his puffy belly and pubic region. The crowd roared when they saw him

"O my god he's a baby"

"I thought he was meant to become a man"

"Why is he so small"

"He's tiny"

"He sounds like a baby, why is he crying"

I wanted to move on quickly but doctor Philips enjoyed the attention he was receiving. Eventually we got through and got to the nursery where special nurses were stood ready for him. They wheeled him under a bright warm light while they tried to take his blood. A nurse pricked a vein in his forearm and continues blood came out and struggled to stop. The nurse fully trained knew what to do to stop the bleeding but insisted that his blood was too thin to run proper bloods right now. Doctor Phillips seemed perplexed by this and began speaking to me and the other doctors, while Tom got bundled in a white and light grey stripped button up onesie. The onesie buttoned up on the inners of his thighs, around the crotch them up his stomach. The woman admired how handsome he was.

"We need samples now, we need to know his levels straight after birth for data on his progress."

"Well obviously we can do that through urine and Faeces can't we?" I said

"Mostly yes, there will blood samples without that but we need an accurate hormone sample as that will indicate where on the development stage he his"

"How do you suggest that? We can be taking bloods" another doctor said

We thought about it. I had a thought. But it was wrong. I looked up and saw a few others probably had the same thought. We all turned to look at Tom warming up underneath the light in his buttoned up onesie. Kicking and stretching. Dr Phillips walked over and felt around his lower stomach. His left hand pressed just above his pubic bone while the other fondled on his genitals and pressed around his scrotum. Feeling Tom. He didn't have a nappy on yet so Dr Phillips could feel him properly. He then watched toms face as he began massaging his scrotum through the onesie, tiny movements below his testicles. Tom seeming oblivious as he still lay there babbling and kicking. After a minute of doing this, Tom then relaxed into it more, even bending his legs back and opening them up wider. He shut his eyes. He was enjoying it. This was the real indicator of his age unfortunately, through his reproductive organs. Dr. Phillips continue to lightly rub his scrotum with his 2 fingers. up and down, up and down stimulating him. Occasionally rubbing his palm against the base of toms penis checking if it had stiffened. He was checking if his prostate was still producing enough testosterone to produce sperm. That's how we could check his hormones. He hiccuped, shuddered and flexed his hand while squirmed. A light nasally moan started emigrate from him. Slowly a damp mark began to appear around the crotch of his onesie. Dr.Phillips extended his rubs to a little more up and lowered his rubs a little. His moans began to turn into groans, a face of intense concentration on his face, he started to sound like he was almost laughing and crying. then sudden relief. We knew how to find the information me needed. Tom lay there dribbling.

"We need to insert a impetus bionic chip" Dr.Phillips turned and said to us