She gives him his key, his room and his diaper.

"Alrighty, darling. You're all set!"

She took back her pen and put the book back. She went to the wall behind her and picked out a key. The key was an old-fashioned skeleton-key that looked it was painted gold and had a tag that read "789". He took it and examined it.

"So... That's it? And I can stay for as long as I want? No strings attached?"

"That's right darling. Hey Natalie, could you escort this gentlemen to his suite?"

Up walked a bellhop, her hat weighing down a Marylin Monroe-haircut, and gave him a smile.

"Uh, miss, he isn't properly dressed yet."

"Oh my stars, you're right! Just a moment darling."

Mrs. Hotelier reached down where she hid the book and took out a bag held shut with a string. She opened it, grabbed a handful of what was inside it and threw over him. Like in a Disney movie, a shower of bright glitter fells onto him before vanishing.

At was as if Jonathan's entire body was rejuvenated. His clothes disappeared and his skin was now clean of any dirt and sweat. The fuzz on his face was gone, as were the hair on his legs and arms.

And then the clothes.

He had no shoes. His gloves and long sleeves were gone. He had on a bright blue t-shirt with the Fantasy Hotel and Resort logo -- a silhouette of the castle-like hotel. He realized that his legs were being held apart by something, he raised his shirt up and realized that he was not wearing any pants or underwear.

Hugging his waist from between his legs was a diaper. It wasn't even the kind of diaper old people wore when their age was weighing them down. It was a shade of blue that matched his shirt, the pillow-thick padding swelling forward to accommodate his boy parts, a print of a cartoony fairy mascot on the front.

"Wuh--why am I... Uh, what is this?"

"Your new wardrobe," said the bellhop. "Every guest gets their own wardrobe. Reliving their childhood as advertised."

"When I heard that you could relive your childhood in the commercial, it didn't say anything about this. I kind of thought, you know, 'video games' and 'adventuring' or something. I don't need to wear a diaper! I can take a poopie in a bathroom just fine."

He stopped himself.

"'Poopie.' 'Poo-po.' Why I can't say 'poopie'?"

"Glad you asked," said the bellhop. "The fountain of youth was used to make this place. An endless spring of magic used to power the place like a dam generating electricity. So we at the Fantasy Hotel and Resort try to indulge in your desire to relive the carefree innocence of your youth."

"But a diaper?"

"You're free to wear it or not wear it. You are our guest and it is our job to make sure your stay is a good one. Thought I think that you would enjoy your experience a lot more if you took in the whole experience, you know?"

Jonathan gave this some thought. He didn't like it. He really didn't like it.

"At least wear it for the night, and if you don't like it, we'll get you a fresh pair of big boy undies. Okay?"