I brought sweets and new clothes home for my boy, who was where I left him, groaning on his bed.
"I did pushups," he said, an arm over his face. "Only made it to five before my elbows popped."
"Oh dear, I told you not to push it, yet your covered in sweat."
"It's a cold sweat. I don't know why it keeps coming."
I frowned at that and brushed my hand over his head, sending magic tendrils to check up on him.
"Your body seems to be having an influx of hormones. I may have helped your bones and muscles catch up, but there are other secondary traits that need time to reflect that."
"Secondary traits?"
I grinned wickedly. "Well you see, a little boy's pecker isn't like a man's--"
"NOPE! Nope! I get it!"
"Good. I'll start a warm bath for you then. A soak should help with the soreness. Then you can have these scrumptious goodies for you--and look! I even got you some nice new clothes with my money muscle. You're gonna look so dapper!"