As had become habitual by now, Kim silently obeyed. As he approached the mirror, he tried to avoid seeing his image, but Mandy noticed and commanded, “Admire yourself in the mirror, Sweetie. I want to see just how big that diaper will get in front.” As he did, Kim gasped in wonder and breathlessly drank in his infantile image: frilly bonnet, pink pacifier stuck in the middle of his face, pink shorty nightgown with frilly sleeves, baby bib, the white plastic covering his wet, bulky diapers peeking out from under the tennis panties, over-the-knee socks and glassy Mary Janes. “Now turn around and look at your ruffled butt,” Mandy instructed. Again, Kim did as he was told and marveled at the perky rows of lace encircling his inflated bottom.

Mandy gently patted Kim’s diaper again, this time on the front. “Um, I thought so,” she purred as she groped at Kim’s erection. “Just wanted to be sure Baby is having fun.”

Watching in the mirror as Mandy pressed against him from behind and rubbed the front of his diaper, Kim’s eyes met the emerald reflection of hers. Her soothing smile for once seemed genuine, friendly and guileless. Kim was perplexed by his own feelings – an hour ago, he thought Mandy was the world’s worst bitch; now, he suddenly wanted to hug her, to thank her for having done this to him, even to kiss her. As if the mirror reflected their thoughts as well as their images, Mandy quickly pecked Kim on the cheek instead.

Kim felt a strange giddiness, an exhilarating sense of liberation that seemed to arise because, and not in spite, of his complete captivity. He had taken a leap of faith, gone beyond the point of no return, made a fateful decision to play along with the girls that had relieved him of all authority to decide and left him with no choice but to go with the flow of events that were no longer in his control. Because he had no options, no power to choose, however, he had no responsibility for any consequences and was, therefore, immune to the anxiety and guilt that were the inevitable price of the exercise of free will. Now that the girls were in charge, how could he be blamed for whatever might happen? How could it be his fault that he was dressed as a baby or that his diapers were wet? There was nothing he could do about it.