Jonathan twirled round and round, lost in his own fairytale.He couldnt take his eyes off of his reflection. How he loved the sensation ofthe silky leotard against his skin and the soft shape his bottom took whenencased in that puffy diaper. Why did it all have to feel so good? Again heswirled, round and round, as the tutu bounced up and down, revealing even moreof the diaper. As he moved about the plastic leg gatherings caused his littlemember to grow stiff, pressing hard against the front of his pampered prison. Jonathanwas mesmerized by his duplicitous emotions. All at once he felt every bit theman, hard and horny, while his reflection mocked his masculine identity. Yet,he also felt pretty and cute, every bit the sissy baby. Indeed, he was lost inhis own little world. If he hadnt been so lost he might have thought twiceabout leaving his clothes down the hall. He might have been aware of the timeand might have heard his wife pull into the driveway. He turned round again tocatch another glimpse of his diapered manhood, debating whether or not to wethimself. Unfortunately for Jonathan his wet, sagging state was about to be witness by his wife, who even now was climbing the stairs&