Jordan flipped through the pages of the book. The rodent cub was sitting at a desk in the public library, trying to look inconspicuous while at the same time trying to look confident enough to convince any passers-by that he knew exactly what he was doing.

Ever since the little mouse happened across pictures of naked girls in a random science and nature magazine, Jordan had been obsessed with the topic of “life sciences". He tore through documentaries, magazines, and reference books at an impressive rate in hopes of finding more. Of particular interest to him were books on the topic of growth and development – where odds were good he was going to see naked pictures of someone close to his own age – and obstetrics, where he could get an up-close look at all the girly parts he could ever want. Sometimes the pictures were a bit gross or bloody, but the momentary disgust wasn’t enough to turn the mouse off from the thrill of the hunt.

Today, Jordan was thumbing through a reference book on pregnancy and childbirth. He had already had a successful “hunt”, by his standards, having followed the journey of a canine named “Sherry” all through her pregnancy journey, with naked progress pics every step of the way. Sherry was lean and hardy-looking, petite and athletic. Her fur was mostly black, fading to tan on her chin, chest, belly, and on the inside of her arms and legs. He soaked up every detail of her changing body in all its full-frontal, naked glory, as her breasts swelled and her belly blossomed with new life. At the end of the chapter he was treated to a series of exceptionally graphic shots showing the delivery of her pup – several photographs of a massive emerging head, One shot of the fully-born head supported by the gloved hand of an off-camera doctor, another one of the pup’s upper body emerging, and then finally a shot of the slimy, creamy-furred newborn being held up awkwardly to the camera, its mouth open and its little hands balled into fists. Jordan could see the newborn was still connected to Sherry by a coiled blue cord that looked like one of those old telephone cords.

The book didn’t mention it, but Jordan could see the pup was a girl. He wondered if it was an accident, something he wasn’t supposed to see. It excited him. That small peek at the newborn’s private parts made the ursine feel special, like he was privy to some sort of secret. Fuelled by this new sensation, Jordan turned the page to the next chapter.

What Jordan saw on the next page made his heart skip a beat. It was the cub from the previous page, laid out across two pages like a Playfur centrefold and every bit as naked. Not a drawing, not an illustration, but a real photograph, so detailed he felt like he could reach out and stroke her fur. Jordan quickly shut the book and looked around, mortified that someone might see him.

It’s just research, Jordan thought to himself, trying to convince himself there wasn’t anything wrong with what he was seeing. Besides, babies are born naked. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there? He took a few deep breaths and looked around again. His heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest. He shuffled his legs together awkwardly, suddenly aware of how tight his jeans felt. Satisfied that it was no one but him in his little corner of the library for now, he opened the book back up.

The cub in the book was as new as could be, judging from the umbilical stump. Her fur was mostly tan, fading to white on her hands, feet, chest, underbelly, and at the tip of her tail. Her arms were curled up, as if she was still tucked inside her mom's belly, but her legs were spread wide, giving him a gratuitous view at her girly parts. There were arrows and captions pointing to all different parts of her body, highlighting the parts that were unique to a cub her age – like the fact that she had no teeth (the book mentioned they would start to grow in around six months), or that her head seemed so large and round compared to the rest of her body. Her claws were also apparently of note – the book explained that sometimes babies could be born with very long claws, and they could scratch themselves by accident. There were more arrows lower down, pointing to the pink plastic clip on her umbilical stump (it would fall off in a few days and leave behind a normal bellybutton), her round belly, and to her flushed-looking genitalia on display between her spread legs (reddish and swollen due to 'hormonal changes in the mother', whatever that meant).

Jordan was fascinated, drawn in by every tiny detail. It felt almost forbidden to look at something so new and pristine, like a freshly-baked pie or a field of untouched fallen snow. He wondered what the doctor delivering her must have felt as he touched her and examined her, documenting every tiny detail to be preserved forever.

Reading the little paragraphs scattered around the newborn's photo, Jordan confirmed that the cub was indeed the same one born a few pages earlier. He learned that her name was April, and that she was roughly twenty-four hours old in this photo. Marking the page with his finger to come back to later, he flipped the page to find many more pictures of April as she developed, naked as the day she was born in each and every one of them. There were photos of her at six weeks, six months, and one year old. The book didn't go into great detail on the various changes that occurred during April's early childhood, but they did highlight a few things: At six weeks she was still on her back, but her movement – at least in the picture – looked more coordinated, like she was purposefully resting or reaching. Her big brown eyes were open, and she was even sticking out her tongue! At six months she was curled up on all fours, and even though her girl parts were hidden from view, Jordan felt he could tell it was still April from looking at her face. In the twelve-month photo she was standing upright, looking up and reaching out with her arms to something out of frame, incidentally revealing her private parts.

And that's when it hit him – Jordan recognized April. She went to the nearby high school. She played on the girls soccer team and was in the local paper several times for tournaments and competitions. She even babysat his friend Mark. It had to be her, Jordan thought to himself. She had the same cream-and-tan fur, the same build as her mother, and the book didn’t even bother to change her name. This couldn’t be a coincidence.

Jordan shuffled in his seat again. Seeing any girl's body naked and exposed was exciting enough for the boy, but the fact that it was someone he knew made the sensation all the more intense. Fuelled by this nascent lust, he took another look around, flipped back to April's newborn photo, and shoved a hand down the front of his pants, trying to face the wall to hide his actions while at the same time trying to keep the object of his desire out of view. He licked his lips and stared at the image while he clumsily stroked his inexperienced member, imagining what it would be like to touch her soft fur and kiss her mouth, or whatever it was that grownups did. He imagined what it would be like now that she was older, too – she was very different than the picture but there was much about her teenage body that Jordan found attractive, like her firm budding chest, or her hips that swayed when she walked, or her slightly curly tail that swayed from side to side whenever she was pleased by something.

He found his hand moving faster and faster between his legs, like he was scratching a strange sort of itch. He fantasized about being the doctor, grabbing her helpless newborn body and holding it up like a fisherman with his catch. He wanted to rub her fat little six-week belly, he wanted to hug her lean year-old body and hold it against his own, he wanted to grope her teenage breasts, he- he had to pee. Suddenly. Very badly. He closed his legs tightly and winced, trying hold back what felt a terribly urgent need to relieve himself, only to be tormented by a series of powerful muscular surges in his groin. They overwhelmed his body and the little mouse doubled over, totally overstimulated, until the sensation passed, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling. He didn't need to pee after all, he realized, but it really did feel like he wet himself even though his pants were dry. He sheepishly looked around to see if anyone saw, then slowly rose from his chair. His legs felt like jelly, and he had to use the desk to support himself. He tried to play it off as if his foot had fallen asleep, and stretched his legs accordingly. Confident that he looked none the worse for wear after his experience, he brought the book up to the front desk to check out. He even was ready to cook up a lie about his mom expecting another baby, but thankfully the librarian didn't ask any questions, she just smiled as she scanned the book and handed it back to him. He stuffed the book in his backpack and hastily made for the exit, eager to stare at April some more when he got home. He thought about showing Mark, too – seeing April like that was a secret he just couldn't keep to himself!