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inter-NETTED Players (by order of appearance): Chuck Martin as Mary Beth and Little Mary; Susan Baker, co- owner and recruiter for SSI; Julie, Chuck's new manager; Tina Bridge, head of personal; Rose Atwater, in charge of wardrobe; Joyce Landers, field supervisor for SSI; Tim Truman, as Tammy. Ms. Martha Blanch, head of WOW or Women Organizing Women; Carol, Chairman of District Seven; Brenda Capwell the Receptionist; Jenny Lockwood, photographer; Mark Tripp as Marie; Clair Maxwell, a dominate and SSI investigator; Stan Brooks, a student and friend of Chuck's; Tina, SSI's Field Grounds Keeper; Rick Greer, a student and new friend of Stan and Chuck; Bruce Carter, president of ABSPG; Helen Mays, an independent distributor of Mary Key Products. Synopsis: Chuck drew the blinds after looking carefully up and down the street. Those panties in his hand, one of many, and would never be missed. So too that slip he stepped into. It was for the sake of curiosity and only because of the opportunity. A few moments to answer a question all boys have. Nothing more than that. Although it would be as a young woman switched to camera three. Fact From Fiction: We all fear getting caught. Next to wondering why we do this thing, or that particular thing, is wondering what might happen if we're caught. We play out those worse case possibilities and worry over it. As least some do and most have at one time or another. In this story I've played out what I think would be one of the best ways at getting caught. I mean suppose, it was intended that I be caught? Suppose there was someone out there hoping I'd do what I do, just so they could catch me doing it? Suppose there is someone on the other end of this computer right now, with their own computer watching me as I write this? Watching and smiling. Just a few years ago I wouldn't have thought that possible. Just a few decades ago, when I began working with computers, you read in a program using cards with holes punched into them. A computer only did things that you didn't want to do more than once and not too much more than that. Word processing was done on typewriters and I was well hidden in those days. Of course, there was no such thing as networking and speeds were measured in thousands of instructions per second. In a few short years, while I was still at Intel, DARPANET came along as did those first work stations. This was the Internet's daddy fostered by the Department of Defense. Those work stations would someday become personal computers and the rest you know about. Before long I was sharing information with people I didn't know and most likely would never meet. A short while from there I was on my first Bulletin Board actually sharing some of my deepest and, what I thought were, my darkest secrets. Sharing with strangers that most likely would remain strangers, but oddly enough also sharing with me. To say that the Internet has changed my life would be a gross understatement and to imagine what it will become is well beyond my imagination. Which isn't exactly true because I have imagined some things. This story, for one, which I dedicate to a future I can only guess at. inter-NETTED CHAPTER ONE It was a modest three bedroom home with one and a half baths. The kind of home you'll find scattered throughout middle America. A first time home for some. Old, but not too, freshly painted, neatly landscaped, and sitting alone on a long road of it's own. Chuck would someday love to own a home like this one, he thought, driving up to within a few feet of the garage door. Susan, the owner, met him a second after he rang the bell. She was smiling warmly, stepping sideways to allow Chuck to enter. Chuck warmed instantly to Susan, and to the house. The inside matched the outside in its modest, functional and nearly new look. You had an instant sense and overall impression of a model home. A model or a very meticulous owner. Everything was there, but not. There were a lot of those little details, you often see in a place lived in that were missing. Almost like a hotel room, spotless, functional but appearing unused as you open the door. It was the same throughout as Susan led Chuck through his to do list. If there was anything odd, it was, of course, the nursery, but Susan had warned Chuck about that. Her sister, almost as old as Chuck, she said, had nearly drown thirteen years ago and while her body grew, her mind stopped back then. For all intents and purposes she was still a toddler and Susan cared for her that way. As it happens she was back in a long term care facility for a short while undergoing treatments. It explained the room, but it still looked odd. Chuck understood that beforehand, after Susan and he talked on the phone. It was reason enough to let it pass unquestioned with just his thoughts. In truth it didn't really matter because it was there and there was a reason and it wasn't really any of his business. What did matter was Chuck being there and he focused on that. Susan had gotten his name through the school's work program. The school provided a list of students who were willing to work at most things, and Chuck was on that list. He was happy to be there. House sitting was one of those things Chuck did on that list. It was the best sort of job for odd jobs. You could study while house sitting. You could relax while working. It was sort of like getting paid to go to the study hall or library was how Chuck saw it. Susan had walked him past the guest room where he could sleep. A young girl's room in its decor, but a bed was a bed. He had a list of plants to be watered and how, he'd pick up mail and the newspaper for Saturday, and simply watch the place. Hardly difficult as a job. Susan just wanted to make sure that the house was there when she came back from the other coast. For that effort he had eighty channels on a fairly good size television, a kitchen fully stocked and twenty five dollars a day. There were worse ways to earn a few bucks. He had her cell phone number, insurance carrier and even a handy man to call should he need it. The outside was taken care of every other week on weekdays. There was even a hundred dollars in petty cash for food, light bulbs or whatever might be needed, and she didn't mind that he use some of it for a pizza if he wanted. No parties, no booze and no visitors of any sort was her only other rule beyond him staying there till she returned. He'd nodded in agreement to those conditions and stood out front on the porch as Susan pulled away from the driveway. The back seat already filled with her luggage. He returned her wave, and explored the kitchen not too long after she left. Chuck had his priorities. CHAPTER TWO Meanwhile... Eleven thousand, four hundred and twenty four members, who paid ten dollars each to do so, began logging onto the server Susan co-owned. She owned that server with her other three partners. The site got fifteen hundred hits on a slow day. When there was a session announced that number went to seven or eight thousand. That session had begun. Susan and her partners owned the dot.com name and had a lot of say on the content. That content were areas within that site for those eleven thousand visitors to play in. There were several very unique places within that web site where people could go. One of those, the most popular at the start of an advertised session, were the betting boards, and bets were being placed as Chuck made his sandwich. Those bets were more or less typical for each session. So, as Chuck made his sandwich, most of those general betting spots were filling up fast. Those betting areas were the basic areas where users could go to. There were other bets on the first day and many made by each hour as everyone waited. You could also bet on more specific things that might happen, plus there was a host of side bets to be made. Some bet on color choices Chuck would make, some on style choices, others on outer wear and inner wear. Nearly one hundred betting boards of one sort or another. The betting was a lot of the revenue for Susan and her partners with each bet logged, by each member, paying twenty five cents. Twenty five cents doesn't sound like much till you calculate a big chunk of those eleven thousand people placing an average of five bets each. Which began happening moments after Susan drove off a few blocks. It actually began when Susan stopped at the roadside to key in a "GO" on her cell phone. That was more or less the opening bell. Before Chuck sat down to eat that sandwich he had made, Susan and her partners had grossed almost one hundred and sixty one thousand dollars. The revenue on this particular occasion, or session, already ten thousand dollars past their estimated one hundred and fifty thousand and those bets were still being place. And that, was just the revenue from betting. There were other locations on that web site beyond the betting boards and people most often drifted into those after their bets were placed. The page "site counters" showed the activities on Susan's server and, as always, it was becoming very predictable. Choices for the members were listed at the left where the menus were. That menu of selections, and the next highest activity following bets, was historically the cameras themselves. You could see the individual page counters climbing as members moved onto those pages. Choices at the camera section were more or less fixed. If you wanted to watch on all twenty cameras, for twenty four/seven you paid twenty four dollars per day or fifty dollars for the weekend. If you selected one, two or three of those bedrooms it was charged accordingly by the bedroom, plus the actual time that you watched and of course, by the number of cameras you accessed. There were four cameras in each room with the exception of the bathroom. If you didn't actually want to watch live or couldn't, you could even get a down loaded and edited video stream of each day. Those too could be ordered by increments of time and room. A lot of costumers ordered the edited tapes because there was more concentrated activity. So it was, as the session progressed, that other parts of the site would get accessed. Still pictures or galleries were almost as popular as the videos so there was also a location for high quality stills. Those too could and would be up loaded daily. Last but not least there were those ever present chat rooms. Several chat rooms, depending on your taste, and what you wanted to talk about. Obviously, there was no guarantee that Chuck would do anything, but the members also knew that up front by way of a disclaimer. Some even made bets on that although not many. Odds of something not happening were very high although sometimes, rarely, nothing did happen. In this case those betting that nothing would happen, lost and they lost fairly quickly. It happened as Chuck roamed freely into each room within that first hour. The largest chat room was buzzing over this session as women shared opinions on what Chuck would do first, while watching their screens and those cameras. The session was fully on its way when Chuck returned to the master bedroom. Members watched hopefully as Chuck moved to the dresser and pulled a drawer open. Chuck was looking at the lingerie within that drawer and a moment after opening it he reached for a pair of panties. The betting board flashed. A blinking light came on over the lingerie bets highlighting "pink panties" just below the lingerie button. Those portions of the board betting on the panties automatically cleared with the time locked and winners noted. Pink panties were not long odds because pink panties were the most popular picks, so most took even money on that choice. Black panties, as a choice, were slightly better on odds, and white panties had the longest odds. The veterans knew that and bet on what they knew. Most boys that already cross dress pick the pink pair. Most boys that view lingerie as simply a fetish of sorts often take black. White, although rare, often meant that the boy had never done this before and was fighting against those taboos he'd learned growing up. Not always but then again that's the nature of boys and betting on them. So too any of those little girlish acts: Makeup and even perfume were options although very high odds because of the risk for the boy. A shower using one of several feminine gels about two to one on odds while a bubble bath was twice that. Few boys, under those circumstances, took bubble baths, but occasionally some did. That bath button lit up as Chuck placed his toe into the water. Chuck had just taken his first bubble bath, and that too cleared a portion of another betting area. He'd done that just before he stepped into what he thought were Susan's panties from Susan's dresser from Susan's bedroom. Of course the long odds, and largest bets were on the baby's room and those clothes in there. Big girl lingerie had the least odds overall. Baby clothes had the highest. Little girl clothes, kept where Chuck would sleep, were in the middle. Nearly thirty thousand dollars in bets went to the house on just those baby clothes alone. There was a lot of speculation over the chat board on who was betting what and why. Chuck's first diaper came that night, about three hours into the session. A lot of money changed hands as Chuck laid on the adult size changing table and diapered himself. Another portion of the betting board cleared after Chuck powdered himself and brought the diaper between his legs. Video orders also soared after that first day and sales on just those, by the end of that weekend, had grossed almost another seventy one thousand. Sales on short videos soared. Short videos were cheaper than the full edited version but there were members with specific taste. Videos of Chuck in ladies clothes over those buying videos of Chuck in baby clothes were split. Although there were still a fair number of those buying both. It was the same with the still images and the slide shows that were posted later. Before Sunday night ended, and along with it, Chuck's house sitting job, Susan and her partners would gross almost three hundred thousand dollars in sales, bets against the house and fees. A nice sum of money given that their investment in that house, equipment and web center had been paid off within the first six months of their operation. Which was happening week after week since they'd opened for business. Thirty two young men so far, if you figure it that way. Thirty two young men and projections, so far, were always short of actual. Chuck would be number thirty three as he went through the house making sure everything was as it was when he'd arrived. The only thing Chuck would actually take with him in his overnight bag, except for what he had brought in, was two pair of panties, a half slip, and that diaper he'd worn. It was too risky leaving them there. Those, Susan said smiling, were his perks as she readied herself for the trip "home". Of course Susan had not actually traveled to the East Coast as Chuck had thought. Nor, for that matter, anywhere other than directly to the headquarters of SSI. CHAPTER THREE SSI or Susan's Sissies Inter-NETTED or as it was listed by it's business name "Inter-Netted Inc." was downtown in the financial district. Susan was the president but liked working in the field sometimes. So too her partners on occasion. Once a dominate always a dominate as Susan would say. There were four others that did what Susan did and one other house like the one Chuck was still sitting as Susan made her way "home". SSI was, in fact, planning on opening another house and perhaps a larger office within another six months. The investors that knew this were falling over themselves for the opportunity to buy a piece of a very lucrative operation. Any business growing at one hundred and thirty percent a quarter is almost unheard of even in the dot com boom. So too the growth of their customer base as word of mouth spread. There were limits obviously, but given that there were two hundred million women in just the U.S. alone meant a huge market even within those limits. Which also happened to be the only requirement. You had to be a female to be a member. There was that requirement after the next that made it mandatory you be above the age of eighteen for membership. You had to be an adult for betting or investing or even looking for that matter. You had to be female and be willing to sign a very well written non-disclosure form. That last simply to protect the young men who, for a time, didn't know they were performing for SSI and it's members, at the time of their performance. At least not till they knew they were on the Internet and actually working for SSI. For those wondering, there were no actual shots of Chuck's genitals. That would make SSI a pornographic site. SSI was geared to be erotic, so a small blur or "fuzzy dot" was placed over Chuck while he was naked to hid that part of him as the videos recorded. That dot was controlled by a girl whose primary job in the web center's video room was it was to keep Chuck "decent" for those videos. Meanwhile Chuck had no idea he was on tape for those days and nights house sitting. Of course he would know, as had all the rest, and so far all of them had readily agreed to sign that release SSI offered. Chuck would sign that release as well, and Susan was sure of that. That release was necessary and legal allowing SSI to post pictures, video and stills at SSI's option. None of the sales made were shipped till that release was signed and the images being watched live only showed a fuzzy face. Digital locks prevented copies to be made while viewing live but those would go away with that release. Most often that release came within a day of a young man's performance, and Chuck's was due, as Susan made her way to his campus on Monday. The date on the form was always on the day the house sitting began. A sort of technicality because of him already performing live. Susan would explain that once she sat with Chuck. CHAPTER FOUR Chuck, meanwhile, had no idea why Susan wanted to meet with him when she called. All she had said was that it was very important, and she didn't want to talk about it over the phone. He'd gotten that answer when he asked, leaving him with an intriguing mystery, and an active imagination. An imagination, leaving Chuck with the thought, however remote, that Susan liked him and simply wanted to say so, and Chuck, always hopeful, kept his fingers crossed. They were in the school's library, sitting at a table and away from everyone else, when Susan sat down and opened her briefcase. That was Susan's idea and from experience. A young man is more cautious and less likely to go off in that setting. Susan sat and asked Chuck to first read the release form she handed him, and then, if he would, sign it at the back where it was indicated. Chuck read it, but he had no idea why he'd chose to sign such a document, and said as much. Susan nodded, smiling slightly, while slipping the small gift box she'd carried in with her towards him. She did this saying as she did so: "I understand your reluctance. So first, I thought you might like these. It's my gift to you, and before you open it understand that it really is a gift and that it's okay." "What's that?" Chuck asked taking the box from her. It was a shirt size gift box that he hesitated over for a moment before opening. Chuck's question was answered in a second of lifting the box. Chuck was looking at a pair of pink plastic panties neatly folded in half under a fold of tissue paper. Baby pants in pink and shimmering under the light before he quickly let the tissue go. The very same baby panties he'd put on after diapering himself. He'd worn just that diaper and that particular pair of plastic panties for a time, walking around that house with a pacifier as his only other accessory. Next to that a bra also in pink. The same bra he'd put on first after the panties. That bra in the same color as those panties and that slip he'd worn while making dinner for himself. He hadn't stayed in the heels because he was too wobbly, but he did remember that bra. Chuck's panic obvious as he hurried to close the box. His thoughts on every possible reason over why she was there now gone. He was sure of what a rabbit might feel like standing in an open field with a hawk diving down at him. His heart beat twice as fast, and in seconds. At his temples he could feel the vessels grow to feed the flush of his face. His ears rang with his own pulse as he sat there stunned. His thoughts on getting caught now uppermost in his mind and he wanted to bolt. He looked right and left as his hands came off the box. Someone looking might have thought it had heated up and was burning his hands. His questioning face, now mixing with fear, looked at Susan. There was a touch, a momentary hint of a plea in those eyes. "It's okay. Honestly! It's just a pair of Plastic panties to go with that diaper you took. That bra as well. It goes with one of those two pair of panties. That bra and those panties were actually a set!" Susan said. Chuck's reaction was typical for Susan: Confusion, realization, panic and fear, all passing over his face in waves as the lid of the box had come up. You could almost read each of those emotions in those seconds. That range of facials changes, each so very clear, and so sudden for only a few seconds. Then realization swept over him before all hope was dashed. Chuck, like that rabbit he imagined, froze in that next instant. "Hey, honestly honey, it's okay!" Susan said reassuringly and added in low soothing voice: "Look, I understand! I really do. That's why I'm here and not filing a police report. You are not in trouble! So take a deep breath and relax a little!" Chuck didn't understand at all, and was torn with emotions covering flight to fright. Denying it all was a thought, but that went away with the accuracy of her accusation. How she was so accurate wasn't nearly as important right then as that accuracy. Concern over his future, his life and what exposure would do to him swept him into another area of his brain deepening and darkening his mood over a wonderful life that had just ended. All of this also on his face as Susan allowed him that time to ponder and settled down a little. She was very good at this, and after those few moments said: "Nanny cameras, if you're wondering! I use them for security. Been doing so for years. Look, I'm sorry that it had to be this way, but honestly, it's going to turn out okay." There was hope in her words, in her tone, and Chuck latched instantly to that hope as he fought to regain some of his composure. He looked at her, at the box, and back at her again as he asked, like a child lost: "How is it going to be okay?" "Well, first of all, you're certainly not unique in what you did. You need to understand that. Nor are you the first to have done that. Trust me, I know. Every young man that has watched that house has done that same exact sort of thing That too you need to understand... In truth, I believe every young man put into that same situation would do exactly what you did. Although, I think you are special because you spent most of your time in those baby things. Very special because of that and, in fact, I want you to come to work for me. I want you to work for me doing those very same things that you did on those tapes... You'd be a sort of a 'model' for my company. You might, if things go as I hope, become a performer as well. Of course you'd be paid, and paid very well as a matter of fact. You've already earned a nice sum as another matter of fact. That is why I'd like you to sign that release." Susan said almost cheerfully. Chuck's state, in those moments, was another study in human emotions. His face contorted, twisted and shifted to match his brain and those thoughts he was having. This wasn't happening and was, only it wasn't even close to what he'd expected as those thoughts formed. He'd been caught, and yet he realized in those same seconds, this wasn't about being caught. That was just a hook of some sort. A setup he began thinking. Some kind of perverse sting operation. Susan wasn't even talking about those other things he had worn, and he flushed crimson again as he thought this. All of those details that came back to him. His face burned over what he'd done that might be on tape... That was, without a doubt he realized, already on tape. A moment after those thoughts another formed. He'd been had. He was being had. This was some sort of scam, sting, sham, blackmail clearly the goal. How dare she! He'd get even he thought. Who handled such things? The F.B.I.? The DA's office? Police? She was extorting him perhaps, and his face took on a look of anger. Susan saw it as easily as the rest of his emotions. "I was set up!" Chuck said in an angry whisper. "Now stop that. Actually no, you were not. Not in the least! And frankly I resent you implying such a thing. You exercised your choices freely. All of those choices you made. Everything you did you did on your own... You were there to house sit remember. You did those things exercising free will every step of the way. You wore those things, and played in them without any prompting from me or anyone encouraging you to do so... There was no force, not a hint of it. You were not coerced, nor was there any fowl play. Everything was in its place and perfectly normal given the circumstances. Closed drawers just for the record. Those panties were in a closed drawer as were those diapers and baby panties. You were not placed in any way at those things, nor put into a position of having to wear them, and, all of that aside... Look, I'm not here to extort money from you. I'm not here to harm you in any way either... I'm here, in fact, to pay you for it. I'm here with an offer that will make money for both of us. When you come to work for me, I pay you from the very start. I pay fifty dollars an hour to our models, and I only require that you work at least four hours a week. That's a minimum of two hundred dollars a week... If you perform, and that's an option only, it's one hundred dollars an hour for the same amount of time. That's four hundred dollars a week. You can make more, a lot more actually. Most do, that work for me. I also have a very lucrative benefits package... Truth is, I'm simply recruiting you for my company. It's an odd sort of recruitment, I'll admit that, but that's it in a nutshell. Listen, and think about it for just a second. I'm going to actually pay you to do what you already were willing to do, and did, for nothing... So, instead of thinking of this as something horrible, or even Earth shattering, I'd actually like you to take a moment and think of this weekend as a sort of screen test if you well." Susan said. "And if I don't?" Chuck said still confused over this turn of events. Still angry and clearly still frightened. "Honestly, that would be a shame. It really would. For both our sakes. You scored a 98.14 percent on our popularity chart and it was climbing when I left, and there are already nearly two hundred clients signed up for your private modeling time. Personally I believe you could become of our stars very quickly... On the other hand, and at the very least, you're facing petty theft charges. That would be silly, but it's accurate! After all, you took some things from my house! You took a diaper, two pair of women's panties and a slip." Susan said, and then added a bit more sternly: "Even if this was simply over that, there would still be consequences for your actions. The thing is, I'd rather avoid all of that. So would you I'm guessing?" The thought of him facing charges was not nearly as frightening as the thought of that list of things he'd taken glaring back at him from of a police report. The word pervert came to mind first. Other names came to mind after that. None of those names very nice. What would it be like seeing those tapes in court? He could imagine what it would be like getting charged. He couldn't imagine what it would be like in front of a courtroom full of people as they watched the evidence. He slumped visibly. "So what is this for then?" Chuck asked of the release form. He still wasn't clear on most of it and, for the moment, that form most of all. "Permission to use your videos, stills and any future material. It's pretty standard for models!" Susan said. She had waited for this moment and added: "Over the course of this weekend, you had about twelve good hours of video. A lot of great stills and all of them with you in those pretty feminine clothes and, of course, those baby things... That form releases those videos and images for sales to our members. Also, if you sign that form, I have a Cashier's check here for six hundred dollars that you've earned. I'm paying you at the modeling rate and not the performance rate because it wasn't really a professional performance. However, you did model and you did earn this money... Obviously, you'll have to pay your own state and federal taxes on it, although I have an excellent bookkeeper that can help you with that and at no cost. It's one of your benefits. Moreover, there is another amount building and waiting for you that comes due on Friday once you sign. That next amount is estimated at roughly fifteen hundred dollars, also yours from the sales of your video and stills. It could be as high as twenty five hundred dollars counting near future sales." Susan said. Susan had brought the check out as she spoke and slipped it to Chuck so he could see the amount. It really was a cashier's check for six hundred dollars. It was maddening. Chuck was frightened beyond reason, and yet he wanted that particular check in the worse way. That box even although he fought the thoughts against it. He also wanted out of this situation or as far away from the authorities as he could get. Moreover, he was only netting about one hundred a week doing odd jobs. Less most times. He was just making it at the end of a month even with his collage grants. He was looking at six weeks pay in that check. He was also looking at his way out as well. On the one hand, he was beside himself over those charges that he faced. On the other petrified over this woman that he faced, and the prospects of facing any more of it. What those charges would do to him, if and when they got out, were too horrible to consider. What she was suggesting only slightly less horrible. Then again there was this humiliation and embarrassment of actually doing that sort of thing. Which was only slightly less than the humiliation and embarrassment of already having done those things. His face glowing red, and on fire more, as he imagined Susan and anyone else watching those tapes. All of which was clouded over by that other amount she had also mentioned. He had been had, but it had been much of his own doing. He was fighting for a thread on what to do? He was searching for a way to repair his ego and not sure that was possible. "So what happens if I sign that?" Chuck asked. "You take that check and cash it. It's yours. You take that box as a gift, because it really is, and this afternoon, after you've settled down a little, you meet me, and your new manager. It would be around five, and for an orientation meeting. We schedule you for your sessions then. She's your contact within the company. Sort of an agent... By Friday, which is the end of our pay periods, if you decide to do this, you'll be paid on whatever you've earned from the sales. That would also include those residuals down the road that I mentioned. Those come right after and taper off after awhile. At the least, as I noted, you're looking at another fifteen hundred dollars by Friday... I'm guessing, if you did nothing else, you'll take home about twenty five hundred by the end of the month. And, just so you know, most of our models earn anywhere from three to four thousand a week, doing this full time." Susan said and then added: "Oh, and those shots of you, currently as evidence, those automatically become sellable works from your first session." Chuck was looking at her, and Susan knew he would say yes. There was always resignation first, then the bloom of money, and his thoughts clearly on the money when he looked hopefully at the check. The only thing left to fix was Chuck's ego, she thought. Susan took this last moment for that, and added: "Look, the truth is it was obviously fun and clearly exciting for you, and imagine doing that again but getting paid for it? The other truth is I think you're a pretty damn cute guy, and there are a whole lot of women, right now, that agree with me on that. So what do you say?" Susan said. She extended her hand and her smile matched. In that hand was a bright gold pen. She used her free hand to pat the back of his. Chuck's hand shook as he took the pen she was holding. He paused a second before flipping to the last page. There were really no options as he found the line to sign on. A moments hesitation again before he signed, and then he signed. It was done. "Excellent! Here is my card, and the address of our main office and studios. It's not difficult to find. They mid town bus from here goes right past us. Ask for me when you come in, and I'll meet you in the lobby. Welcome aboard!" Susan said extending her left hand with the card and her right for a handshake. Chuck took both, and Susan immediately placed the check on that gift box before sliding both closer to Chuck. He was flushed as he lifted both and stood. Susan closed her briefcase, lifted it and she too stood. Chuck was standing across from her, but remained at the table after she took his hand again. He was in a daze as he watched her walk out. Daze or not Chuck cashed that check within the hour. Chuck also paid his landlady the full amount of his storage rental this time, which got him a hug for the first time. He also happily applied another one hundred dollars on his account at the bookstore leaving his remaining balance there at only seventy dollars. Chuck's wallet, most often empty, had one hundred and seventy five dollars in it in twenty, tens and fives and that was after he'd paid his few minor bills. An unheard of amount. A great amount for him even after an honest to goodness real live dinner and video game that he'd rented. As it also happens he was wearing those pink plastic panties over the diaper he'd pinned back on for his short window shopping trip and that dinner. His jogging pants only slightly puffy as he walked about in things he'd never considered till that weekend. CHAPTER FIVE He was five minutes early when he entered the lobby of SSI. Susan was there in two, after the receptionist checked her sheet confirming his appointment. He met Julie then as well when she came out with Susan. He would be working directly for Julie he was told when they were introduced. Julie was, Susan said, his acting agent and manager. Julie would be the one working with him on schedules, record keeping for payments, and be his contact at SSI in the future. Susan took Chuck's hand again, welcomed him aboard and left for a meeting. Julie started his tour in the lobby with his visitor's badge. "We've been in business for just under a year now and a fully woman owned company. Offices are to the left and our studios to the right. I'll show you those studios first then leave you at personal to do your paper work. We'll work on your schedule in my office after that. Ready?" Julie asked. Chuck nodded curtly and walked alongside towards the door with chrome letters that read: "Studios, authorized personal only". It was a new building done in mauves and grays with touches of chrome. Very modern with that sense of newness still in the air as he passed into the building. "Models and performers only!" Another sign read as Julie opened the first door on their right. Chuck's face flushed at the scene before him as a half dozen young men were sitting at a makeup counter doing their faces or adding wigs. All of them in something feminine or girlish as they looked up. Each smiled. One was dressed as Alice In Wonderland, another clearly a baby girl, and two were wearing schoolgirl outfits. The one in the lingerie looked like a woman doing her makeup at a vanity. They all looked up in that moment and each took Chuck's hand when Julie introduced them. Most of the nails Chuck noted were painted. The one in the lingerie didn't shake only because he said his nails were not completely dry. They left there with Chuck slightly dizzy and greatly embarrassed. He would get a locker assignment, for that room from personal, Julie noted, as she walked him back out into the hall after those introductions. The next door opened into those studios and a sort of new reality struck him as they entered. It was a fairly large area designed into a sound stage and partitioned into large room size sections. One room set up as a schoolroom, another a sort of day care center and a third that looked like a Victorian living room. The Victorian set had a young man standing encased a very pink, formal style gown before two women sitting with tea cups in their hands. He was holding a silver serving tray. There were several women moving around with cameras and lighting equipment. There was a small red light on above the partition of that particular set, and Julie cautioned him on being silent when they passed. There were a total of ten sets with three empty. The little girl's bedroom got his attention, as did that rather detailed nursery. They passed those sets in silence. Another room through another door was split down the middle, as they turned left into two large doors that read: "Wardrobe". Most of those things in wardrobe were hanging dresses. Frilly dresses from pageants to gowns similar to what those young men were wearing. Props next, when they passed into there. Props had several pieces of large scaled up furniture like cribs, strollers, high chairs and the like. Chuck's fascination grew. They passed those rooms and further into the building. Beyond props and wardrobe, in what was clearly a wide circle around the building, was a control room with two dozen monitors in it. Five girls were sitting at a long table filled with nobs, slid handles and buttons, some lit and some dark. The girls constantly moving or pressing buttons as Chuck watched. Behind them and near Chuck were racks of video tape machines. Some running as masters and labeled that way and other showing record on their LED display. They were duplicating tapes on one side and making them on the other Chuck noted. Each girl wore headsets and were very intent on their jobs. Chuck was watching a young man, at four different angles from four cameras walking into a kitchen. He too, as Chuck had been, was in a diaper, baby pants. Only over that a lacy apron. Chuck recognized that apron. The room he just left, he noted, was called: "Site Feed Center". "Web Services" was the next sign and a cafeteria past that. He guessed, as he turned left, that he was in the part where Susan had gone. He met Tina in personal before Julie excused herself. It took half an hour for him to complete the employee form and a moment more for his badge. Tina already had a picture of him for his badge she'd said as a small unit fed his badge already laminated from a slot. The top read: "Inter- NETTED" and "Employee". Chuck was wearing his badge clipped to his shirt and a packet with his employee information in it when Tina walked him to Julie's office. They entered on a single knock as Julie stood. "All set then!" Julie said more to Tina than to Chuck. Tina nodded, shock Chuck's hand, welcomed him and left him with Julie. He sat at her invitation. "Did Susan tell you that we require a minimum of four hours modeling?" Julie asked. "Yes!" Chuck said. "Good. Of course you can do more, a lot more if you wish. I've already got a stack of booking request on you. Anyway, tomorrow, at eight in the morning, if your school schedule permits, we'll do our promotional shots and develop a profile for our web site... We have twenty five site sponsors and you'll be required to do some minor bit of modeling for their advertising. Same rates, of course, and you get credit for the time. Mostly, for you, it's baby clothes and fantasy fashion stuff. Also, if you do decide to become a performer and, again, that's your choice, I'll start scheduling you for that as well... What I'll need first is your school schedule and preferred days and times for work. After that I'll introduce you to Rose who runs our wardrobe department. Rose will need to set aside the things you'll wear for the promotional shots. Okay?" Julie asked. Chuck nodded in a slight daze, and for the next ten minutes he worked with her on his schedule. He was down for four hours in two hour blocks for that week, plus two more hours more for some shots for an advertiser called "My Little Love Pats" an adult baby clothing company. Chuck's promotional shots would be both adult baby and little girl for his Internet debut. Julie also wanted him to consider a stage name or Internet name he'd be going by on their web site. A girl's name, obviously, and his choice unless he couldn't come up with anything. He flushed again over that, but in a few minutes, Julie typed in "Mary Beth" as his girl's name and "Little Mary" as a nickname. His particulars and physical attributes, as well as, his likes and dislikes, in general, were noted for his profile and sent, via Julie's computer, to the Web Site Support group. Chuck met Rose, in wardrobe, a few minutes later. CHAPTER SIX Susan was on the phone dialing a new number taken from a profile sheet she'd gotten from Clair. Clair was one of SSI's profilers. Clair was actually an investigator who searched the fifteen local campuses for potential models. She did the initial legwork for the recruiters like Susan. A young man's name "Steven Mathews" along with his face were on the sheet Susan was looking at as a young voice answered after the first ring: "Hello?" "Steven? Steven Mathews?" Susan asked. "Yes?" Steven said cautiously. "Hi Steven. I'm sorry to bother you, but my name is Susan Baker. I got your name from your school's work program? Anyway, the reason I'm calling is I was wondering if you'd be available to house sit for me this weekend?" Susan said. "Sure, is that for both days?" Steven asked. There was less caution in his voice now that he realized she was calling him for a job. "Actually from around five Friday night, till Sunday evening around six. Is that okay?" Susan asked. "Yes, it sure is!" Steven said happily. "Great! Oh, and one more thing: I know this is a silly question, but may I ask your chest and shoe size?" Susan said. "My what? Why?" Steve asked. "It's my father. He's just going into a rest home, and I have to get rid of a ton of clothing and some very new shoes and was simply wondering if you'd like any of it. No big deal except I remember my collage days. Interested?" Susan asked. "Sure! I'm a thirty two in the chest, twenty four waist and wear a size eight shoe. And thanks!" Steve said. "Your welcome! Darn it! Unfortunately, my rather is a rather large man and I'm afraid none of his things will even come close to fitting you. Look, I'm sorry about that." Susan said noting the sizes on the sheet she had in front of her before typing them onto her screen. "No problem, it was nice of you to offer though. So five o'clock then on Friday?" Steve asked. "Five o'clock. I'll leave the particulars and a map at the work program office tomorrow. See you Friday evening then." Susan said and then added: "Oh, and one more thing: I've got a handicapped sister that stays with me... She's not there at the moment, but I'm mentioning it because of her room. Sounds silly, but it's just that I get a little embarrassed over it. It's sort of set up like a baby's room. It's just that it looks kind of odd to most people." "Not a problem for me. So I'll see you Friday then?" Steven said without another thought about the room. "Five o'clock Friday!" Susan said. I'll be there, and thanks again." Steven said before hanging up. Susan smiled as she hung up. She was still smiling as she punched in a two digit number. The phone rang once: "Hello?" A young girl's voice answered. "Joyce, Susan. I've got that young man's sizes for this weekend. They are in the system." Susan said. "Hold on a sec! Okay? Got it! Thanks." Joyce said as she pressed the print button. Steve's profile, now complete, was printing out before the conversation ended. Joyce, with that profile she'd printed, was walking past Chuck and Julie already standing in wardrobe as she walked past. She paid no attention to Chuck or Julie on her way in. "Chuck, this is Rose, Rose, Chuck!" Julie said introducing Chuck to Rose in wardrobe. "Hi Chuck! I'll just need a couple of measurements and we're set." Rose said taking the tape measure from around her neck. "Hey Joyce!" Rose said as Joyce walked past hurriedly and into the large area behind rose. "Hi Rose!" Joyce said as she rounded the counters towards the shelves, cabinets and rack of clothing. "That's Joyce. She's one of our field supervisors." Julie noted. Chuck nodded as he lifted his arms for the tape. He wasn't clear what a field supervisor was, but it didn't matter because she was gone already. Chuck was preoccupied himself when he nodded. Preoccupied and starting to panic a little as Rose suddenly said: Hey, it's okay honey, I can measure you with your things on!" Chuck's panic was over that diaper and plastic pants under his jogging pants. It was another whim. His second time out with them on after he'd opened the box Susan had given him. His panic was over this women kneeling before him suddenly to get the measurements from front to back and between his legs. He flushed crimson over her obvious discovery as the tape went between his legs. "All set!" Rose said adding that measurement to a little notebook she was jotting his sizes in. There was a note made that Chuck didn't see which read: "Sizes are with diapers on!" "Then with that done, we're done!" Julie said as Rose stood and walked over to her counter. CHAPTER SEVEN Joyce, having been gone while Chuck was being measured, walked back up with four shoe boxes, setting them on the counter before lifting a form to fill out. The top box was open holding a pair of women's heels in a pink. Chuck flushed red again at seeing those shoes. He'd worn a pair just like those that weekend he was in the house. He'd worn the Mary Jane pair later that evening after diapering himself. One of the boxes read: "Mary Janes, Black Patent, Men's Size Eight. He'd never thought about the fact that they'd fit him until now. He'd only assumed it was luck till he thought of this girl's title as "field supervisor". Now he knew why those shoes had fit so well as Joyce finished a form and walked out before them. "Are those shoes for the place I was caught in?" Chuck asked of Julie as they walked out. "What?" Julie asked. "Those shoes! Those shoes that that girl Joyce had in her arms. Does she replace them at that house I was caught at?" Chuck asked. "Shoes? Oh, yes, as a matter of fact she does. Each week? Depending on the sizes. Same with the dresses or lingerie. Shoes are often the only thing she changes. Dresses sometimes. She also does the laundry and house keeping. She's responsible for setting up the two homes we have. Our field studios! We've got another being wired as well. Why?" Julie asked. "Just wondering." Chuck said. He was growing oddly uncomfortable with this whole thing in spite of how it seemed. His ego was part of it as he added: "Can I ask you something?" "Sure?" Julie said. "Do you guys feel comfortable over the way you set us guys up?" Chuck asked. "Can I answer that after asking you a question first?" Julie asked and added: "And answer me honestly?" "I guess?" Chuck said. "Do you like what you are wearing under those jogging pants?" Julie asked. Chuck's face flushed yet again. Was it that obvious he thought? It hadn't seemed to be in the mirror when he'd checked. He also wasn't sure how to answer that although he was sure he needed to. "I don't know? I mean maybe. I was curious?" Chuck said not looking straight at Julie. "Fair enough, but the truth is you are curious, were curious this past weekend. So I'll also ask was it honest of you to go through a girl's intimates and then wear them before you knew it wasn't what it seemed?" Julie asked. "No!" Chuck said answering honestly. "Then it's better, if we both pretend that we've started off on an even keel as it were. Each of us just a tiny bit dishonest with that now past us." Julie said as they walked off. Julie stopped walking abruptly bringing Chuck to a halt as well. She turned to face him and said smiling slightly: "First of all, and don't take offense over this, but you did what you did with only a little help from us. You did it in spite of all those rules, laws governing boys and most likely your guilty conscience... You did it because you really were curious. That's a trait we all have in common in spite of our gender or what you've been told growing up. You also did it, and without getting too heady, because of that proverbial 'grass is always greener' sort of urge boys have... Susan and the founders know this and they simply use it. They were all dominates working independently, at one time or another, before joining up to form this company. They know a lot about men. Far more than most men know about themselves... They understand you, and it really wasn't until you did what you did that made you a worthwhile candidate. Had you not done that, you wouldn't be standing here. Moreover, you're not a slave to this or us... You are working for us. Yes, granted, our recruiting techniques are odd and perhaps questionable but the truth is it works. Look, I'm not supposed to tell you this yet, but your contract renews in ninety days. We sit down with you after you've done this and ask if you'd like to continue... You say no, and we release you. No strings. You say yes, and we advance you into other more lucrative areas. Some of our actors, the good ones, make small fortunes now. Most, and I suspect even you, would do what they do for free... You may be one of them? I honestly don't know that, but I'm hoping that's the case. I like you. So did Susan. Besides, you're already wearing that diaper and those baby pants and this time on your own. How far will you go? We don't know that either. That's pretty much up to you as well... We, as in you and me, do know that you like it, and in spite of those objections you're now forming over that, that's the truth of it, and for now that's good enough. The fact that you came in here wearing your diaper and baby pants, to me, is a really good sign... A very good sign, if you'll pardon my delight over that. So, back to your question: 'Do we feel comfortable doing this?' Yes, we do. We also hope, after this initial bit of shock you have to get over, that you will as well... I honestly hope you do. I really hope that! In fact, it's my responsibility to make sure you are happy about doing it. That's why your schedule is so light, and why I'm about to send you home with a half dozen diapers and a couple of new pair of those baby pants you're wearing... ...Does that, and those gifts, answer your question?" Chuck stood there in a flurry of emotions not the least of which that guilty conscience she mentioned that he had. One of those the conflict of denying he liked it over the thrill of getting more of those baby things. He felt the heat from his cheeks again and simply nodded. Rose, on the other side of that building was already packing Chuck's new bag to take home with him. It looked like a guy bag with Inter-Netted printed on it. A diaper bag in this case as she added a plastic baby's bottle in pink. There were diaper pins, baby oil, powder and of course diapers and plastic pants. She took her time finding a cute top to match his booties. "Great. Julie said and added: "So, what say we spend a few more minutes back in wardrobe getting you set, and send you home in a different state of mind?" Chuck nodded almost feeling faint as they turned back towards Wardrobe. CHAPTER EIGHT Chuck hefted the small gym bag he now held as the bus pulled up and hissed to a stop. Another guy ran up and fell in line huffing as Chuck took the steps first before handing the driver his monthly bus ticket to punch. The guy behind him doing the same as Chuck swung into the first seat empty. The bus wasn't full as it smoothly moved ahead and into traffic. The guy boarding behind him also fell in behind Chuck's seat. "Hey!" He said as Chuck glanced back casually before turning to face forward again. "Hey!" Chuck said in that same casual tone that guys use with other strange guys. "So, how long you been with SSI?" The guy said. He also saw the confused panic on Chuck's face as he took on a questioning look. The guy quickly added: "Saw you in makeup today. I was Alice? Timmy? Anyway, it's that bag as well. Assumed you were new, but wasn't sure. I'm Tim! Tammy on stage!" Tim's hand came up over the top edge of Chuck's seat and Chuck shook it. "Chuck!" He said not giving him his girl name. "Hey, no sweat on that other name. So you are new then?" Tim asked. "Very!" Chuck said. "I was caught four months ago. Best thing that ever happened if you want the truth." Tim said. "You're kidding right?" Chuck said. "Nope! I'm serious. In fact, this is my last time on these damn buses. My last 'public' ride. I'm buying a car tonight. A new one! Actually I'm picking it up!" Tim said excitedly. "From what you make there?" Chuck asked curiously hopeful. "Yep! And with change left over. Just finished Alex In Wonderland, and Helen, my manager, thinks it's going to hit the net big time." Tim said. "Alice in Wonderland?" Chuck asked thinking Tim had said it wrong. "Alex! I'm actually a guy in the skit! I'm a guy reading a book that sees a girl run past and into a small cave and I follow her. I get lost and end up eating this small piece of a sandwich from a sandwich bag... Something in the sandwich makes me pass out, and suddenly I find myself dressed like Alice in Wonderland. The rest a sort of bizarre version of the movie... a little twisted for the audience." Tim says and adds: "You'd have to see it to understand it." "Are you doing it because you like it now?" Chuck asked. "Definitely. Hell, before I got caught I was making hamburgers at minimum wage. Like I said, best thing that ever happened. These gals are great. The ones that own SSI I mean. I'm treated like a ... Well, like a princess I guess." Tim said laughing over his joke. "This is too weird!" Chuck said. "Only for a while! Give it time. You'll come around?" Tim said smiling. "I'm not so sure!" Chuck said. "I wasn't either! I am now. Most fun I've ever had, and a whole lot more money than I was going to make even after my degree. Just started going to school part time this semester so I've got more time to work." Tim said. "Really!" Chuck asked. "Really! So what was your hot button in that house?" Tim asked. "What?" Chuck answered. "What wound your clock or set off the alarms those nights?" Tim said whispering. "I'd rather not say?" Chuck said feeling self conscious. "Got it! It was the baby stuff wasn't it. You guys into the baby stuff always get so embarrassed over it. Although, to be honest, I could never get into that? I mean some of the dresses are cute but I'm a panty and slip sort of guy. Diapers would just be too weird. Then again, that little girl stuff? That's different... Oh oh, hold that thought, got to go, here's my stop. Say, if you want, I can drive you a ride back to the school. All I've got to do is sign one more paper and plop down the rest of my down. Shouldn't take more than a few minutes." Tim said as he started to stand. "Sure, why not!" Chuck said sensing an ally in those seconds. He stood with Tim and let him pass before joining him. They walked into the dealership together as the bus roared off. CHAPTER NINE In a very plush office on the eleventh floor of a new building, overlooking the prettier part of Washington, a woman was flipping through her computer report. On the front of that building in large Chrome letters read: Women Organizing Women Ms. Blanch, the head of WOW, flipped through the report directly to the charts. Carol sat quietly knowing her boss looked at the numbers first. Carol knew those numbers as well as any one, and her district better than most. Carol was pleased over both. "Carol, these numbers from California are fantastic!" Martha Blanch said. "Thank you! I've got a great team out there!" Carol said. "No! No you don't! You've got one hell of a team out there!" Martha said. "Thank you ma'am!" Carol said beaming. She was proud of her districts numbers. Area five most of all. Thirty eight men turned in seven months. Twenty eight was their goal. One hundred and thirty percent was damn good and the revenue even better. Over all, Carol had the most productive district in her state with five. Each district divided into ten areas and each area contributing something to their goals. Twenty five states in two years. It would be all of the U.S. in another twenty months at the rate they were growing. In meaningful numbers that was four men a month by area or forty eight per year. With ten areas active that was four hundred and eighty men a year per district. With five districts per state, contributing twenty four hundred each and twenty five states fully operational meant sixty thousand men per year someday. Sixty thousand men, give or take a few, each year, climbing to one hundred and twenty thousand in under another two years. Roughly one million men when phase one ended. One million sissies by the end of phase one Martha thought to herself. Two million men in half that time during phase two, with that first million beginning to graduate collage. What that really meant was two million voters casting on the choices Martha and the board decided on, plus those sissies, as seeds, being planted in every part of corporate America. The archived videos of each already filling their first large library in Texas. Each video a reason for those men someday to vote their way. Each man hardly the men the world knew no matter where they stood in ten years. It made Martha Blanch shiver with delight. What women, in her right mind, she thought, would want to be president of a country when she would someday perhaps own the president. In five years those sissies would be managers, in ten most of those would be reaching the upper levels of companies, and in fifteen a big chuck of Corporate America would be under the thumbs of those men under the thumbs of these women. In two decades most of big business and government would be theirs, defacto, and that included a big part of the legislative and judicial branches. In twenty years America would still have two separate political parties but both would be joined covertly by one ruling class, and that ruling class would be women. Martha sat her report down, extended a hand to Carol and told her to call her people "out there" with a "very well done!" CHAPTER TEN Susan and her partners, all sitting in a conference room, got the call from Carol fifteen minutes later, and Susan was beaming over their success. She continued beaming as she walked office to office telling her staff how pleased corporate was over their progress. Men ruled the world perhaps, but for the first time in history it would truly be women ruling those men she said with her handshake. America, the beautiful, would be! Which was ironic in many ways, because it was those very men that were the very source of funding for all of this growth. They were becoming sissies, and while doing so, paying their own way through their contributions into the privately held corporation called Inter-NETTED. Inter-NETTED, according to it's corporate filing, was a woman owned company specializing in women's entertainment. Unique entertainment geared specifically for women by women. Inter-NETTED was also the funding source for a group of those women lobbyist that watched dogged Congress and the Senate, which conversely, already had two seats on the Inter-NETTED board. A neatly wrapped package that was carefully ebbing and flowing though America slowly and methodically using one man at a time, and Chuck was now one of those "new men". Tim another, as he and Chuck drove through town with the top down on Tim's new car. That call to Susan from WOW headquarters, came in just as the two young men pulled into campus parking. "So, did you do the adult dresses, little girl stuff or the baby room only when they caught you?" Tim asked cheerfully, with no less inhibitions than you might ask on a game or classes. Chuck's face flushed yet again as he decided talking with Tim was not going to hurt him: "Ladies lingerie first, then the baby stuff. Little girl things last. You?" "Little girl stuff first! My passion actually. Headed right for it. Susan, the lady that caught me on tape, said I was a natural." Tim said. "So... I mean... Do you... You know... do you do any of that stuff away from work?" Chuck asked hoisting his bag with a slight twinge of guilt. "Are you kidding? Of course! Hell, we all get those bags before we leave. What's in yours?" Tim asked laughing. "Diapers and plastic panties and a baby top I think. A sort of dress but I was too nervous to really look. I think some other things as well? Not sure. Kind of dizzy when Rose was packing it." Chuck said anxious to see exactly what he did get. "Same here! Only I got a little girl's dress, slip and a pair of Mary Janes with lace socks in mine. That's mostly what I played in when I was caught. Man did I fly home that day. So, I'm guessing you'll want to play with your new things?" Tim said. "What? I mean... Oh, I suppose so." Chuck said. "Look, we're in this thing together! I mean we all got caught at different times and for different reasons, but we all did get caught. Now, we're making the best of it. You'll see, it's really not that bad. The money's good and those perks like that bag there are to die for." Tim said. "It's just... It's just weird is all." Chuck said. "Sure it is! Of course it is actually. I mean you've been in your closet as long as I've been in mine so why wouldn't it be? To come out, and come out like that, is unnerving at best. Then again, if you have to come out it's a whole lot better than getting dragged out if you'll pardon my pun." Tim said smiling. "But that's just it?" Chuck said in frustration before adding: "I'm not out? I wasn't really in! I've never done this before! Truth is I was just curious. So being dragged out doesn't really apply to me." "Okay fine, whatever! So how come you're bottom looks so much like a girls?" Tim asked. Chuck flushed crimson once more, and cursed his blindness since everyone seemed to see what he thought wasn't visible. Tim had just stated the obvious. Then suddenly Chuck realized the obvious. "Yeah, okay, so I did wear that stuff. Am wearing it, so I suppose that's true. Anyway, I guess I'll head for my room. I need to think about all of this." Chuck said. "And play with your new play things?" Tim said nudging Chuck in the ribs. "Okay, fine! And play with my new play things." Chuck said smiling suddenly. He felt the heft of his new bag, and wanted badly to open it and see w