It is like pure torture

Jonathan could not take his eyes off Alan.

He looked so beautiful lying there in his bikini rubbing sun tan lotion on her baby bump.

He so desperately wanted to talk to him.

He wanted to tell him how much he found him attractive.

But he could only giggle and soak on his dummy and watch from his playpen.

He cursed the great shift for putting him in the body of a two-year-old girl. 

Alan looked at him looking at him and smiled and displayed how big his belly was going to get and that he was going to get a little baby Nissan or Nephew in a couple of months.

Alan just fought this was pure torture to be babysat by the woman he loved.