That was one of the things I was looking forward to the first night in the hospital. She's got beeaauutiful breasts, but she won't let my face near them. She says she'd feel awkward, as we're mentally the same age. It's sort of okay though, I get her milk through bottles, and my sexual instincts equal to zero these days.
There are too many physical barriers between us. Sizes and whatnot. What bugs me most about the situation is that she and all my friends probably will die 25 years before me. I'll have time to make new ones, sure. But you get it.
I'm thinking about starting a sect, it would certainly make me a lot of money. Talking of which, I've started charging journalists for interviews, and I'm giving conference talks for large sums of cash. I'm playing the underdog card, like a disabled person telling war stories, but I'm not sure how long it'll last. The older I grow the less interesting the phenomena gets, so I'm pushing what I can as hard as I can.
Sort of difficult mentally, but my new baby body never had the nicotine cravings. I might start again though, I don't know. If I'm going to be reborn again sometime in the future, it doesn't really matter. Children smoking cigarettes look pretty cool too, sort of childish gangster. Like those thai-kids.
Apparently, physical age is what the law applies to, and a 1-year-old is not old enough to drink or smoke.