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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 14 (Friday - week 2) Burning. Just a thin line of it. Very mild, but there. Inserting itself into his dreams. Irritating them. Making him roll over awkwardly and try dreaming of something else. Even in his sleep he was mindful of the threat from the tiny spikes inside of his chastity device. His new position seemed to trigger another urge to pee, in his sleep he barely realized he was letting it out. But his dreams kept returning to places that they shouldn't, places that would cause him pain. No matter what he tried, those thoughts kept finding their way back into him. He struggled awake and looked up at the pink alarm clock on top of his cardboard set of drawers. He groaned, the blaring music from the clock radio suddenly kicked on, as if groaning along with him. It was another morning. Another day. Another chance for Mel to destroy his entire life. What fun! He struggled to get to his feet from his blow-up mattress on the floor. His diapers were overly thick and heavy again, as they usually were - thick and hard as if he had a bowling ball strapped between his legs. He was getting used to that now. He reached over and turned the loud music off. There was a time not long ago when he would have headed straight into his bathroom first - automatically. He didn't even think of doing that now as he headed into his kitchen instead... straight for his refrigerator where he pulled out a baby bottle and stuck it between his lips. He had noticed her note on the kitchen counter as he passed by, but he was sure that her first instruction would be the baby bottle. He finally stood over her note and read it, he was right. Sissy, First bottle as soon as you read this Two fresh diapers Second bottle Wear what you like today, but you know by now what I will approve Bring your makeup here again Third bottle Keep your pacifier in your mouth when the bottles aren't - and don't forget to bring it with you today - in your mouth! He barely grunted. Nothing new, except sucking on his pacifier when he went over there, which was not all that different. It was beginning to become routine. As he walked back to his bedroom, his eyes caught sight of the contract hung on his living room wall. He purposely turned his eyes away. Seeing it reminded him of how much he hated himself now for entering into this bet in the first place, but just glancing at it as briefly as he had renewed his depression about it all over again. Hating his situation, he laid back down on his blow-up mattress to finish his bottle before he went to change his diapers. Mel stretched as she made her way to the kitchen to start her coffeemaker. She didn't ache quite so bad today. Hopefully her period would be over with very soon. Probably by tomorrow. Then, well... That thought led her straight to thinking about Chad and the way she had indulged herself with him last week. She couldn't wait. Just thinking about watching him all last night tromping around her apartment with that baby bottle stuck to the front of him made her giggle. The power of what she had done made her yearn for the end of her period all the more. When her coffee was finally ready, she poured herself a cup and carried it back to her bedroom where she could slip into a t-shirt and some jeans before Chad got there. Chad. She still didn't know how she was going to punish him for yesterday's outburst. She put that out of her mind for the time being, she had more plans for him tonight. Plans that held far more interest to her and her ultimate desires than punishing him. Chad was in the middle of his shower when the suppositories in his system decided to wake up and do their thing. He was horrified when he first felt the need growing in him, he wasn't even diapered. Could he get out of the shower and into a diaper before the pressure became too much? He quickly realized that that wasn't going to be possible. Not even thinking of holding back or tightening any of those muscles, the mess began shooting out of him, straight into the bathtub where he was standing. He felt sick as he tried to move his feet to where none of it would touch him. But it was coming out of him uncontrollably. Every place he moved to only brought the mess along with him. He finally just gave up and let the shower continuously wash him clean as he continued to empty himself. It wasn't till it was all over with that he finally wondered why he hadn't bothered to stop it or even hold it back some. But then, what would have been the point? It was all going to come out of him no matter what. He realized now that he had been lucky to have done it while he was in the shower instead of in his diapers. Almost like a toilet... he smiled at the thought. When the shower water had finally washed all the mess completely away, he cleaned himself again from head to toe. Then he stayed in the shower a few minutes longer until he had finished peeing one more time as well. No sense wetting his diapers unnecessarily too. Feeling better about things, he finished getting himself ready to go over to Mel's apartment. Mel glanced at her clock. Chad was a couple of minutes late. She wasn't at all happy about that, but at the same time she hoped there was nothing wrong with him. But the knock on her door came before she could get more worried. She opened it promptly. "Good morning, Mistress," Chad mumbled through the pacifier in his mouth as he dropped a slight, very quick curtsey. It was so slight that Mel almost missed it. But at least he had made the effort. Something to work on later, she decided. "Good morning Sissy," she replied as she stood back to let him in. "You're late!" she said as he dropped his pink diaper bag on the floor, then set his purse next to it. "Um..." she could see he was searching for words. "The, uh, suppositories went to work on me this morning at a bad time," he finally explained. "It took me a little longer to get ready because of it." Mel burst out laughing. After the steak dinner she had made him eat last night, she was sure there would be plenty in his system that had to come out again. "Do you want me to do my makeup now?" he asked, hoping. "No, Sissy. I made you breakfast again. Isn't that nice?" Chad wasn't at all happy about that. In fact he had been praying that she hadn't. He dropped another quick curtsey though. "Thank you, Mistress." The baby cereal that she fed him had a slightly different flavor to it today, nothing he could recognize at all. But the overall taste and result were the same. The more he ate, the harder it was to continue eating, and again it took him two baby bottles along with it to get it all down. Before he started, Mel had again draped a dish towel around him in case he dripped. When he had finished eating, he was very glad for that dish towel because a lot of the cereal had wound up on it instead of inside of him. The baby cereal had tasted horrible! The less inside of him, the better! Mel took his bottles and empty bowl away from him. Then she carefully pulled the towel away from him so as not to make any more mess. "You're a very messy eater," she declared. Then she turned back with a wicked grin on her face. "Just like all good babies." Chad blushed as he got to his feet. Yeah, sometimes she could be so good at this. In her bathroom, he started pulling all his makeup out of his purse. But when he picked up the eyeliner, she stopped him. "Let's start with your foundation today," she told him. "I think it's time we moved on to something else." Chad was clearly surprised, also a bit nervous about it, but he quickly found the various foundation products that he had. He selected a small jar and opened it. He put his finger over the top and dumped a tiny bit out onto it. Then he started smearing it onto his cheek. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" Mel cried quickly. "What are you doing?" Chad looked at her blankly. "Okay," she finally started again. "Wash that off. Now where's your moisturizer?" "Moisturizer? It's back at my apartment. That's what you told me to use for shaving." Mel wanted to cry. The guy really had no idea at all. Instead she let out a loud sigh. "Okay then, make sure you bring it with you tomorrow. Now just dab tiny little dots around your face..." She started showing him what she wanted. The end result wasn't very good, but it was better than he had been doing. "Tell you what," she finally said. "You wear that to work like that. Maybe it will inspire you to do better tomorrow! Now do your eyes." Chad looked at his face critically in the mirror. The foundation he was wearing was thick and all too noticeable. And she wanted him to wear it to work? He realized that he should feel frightened about it, but instead, he felt almost numb. He also realized that he was going to wash it off as soon as he got to work anyway. He set about doing his eye makeup, trying hard to get the liner right for once - and mostly failing. Mel shook her head as she walked out of the bathroom when he was done. "We really need to work more on your makeup. Even your eyes aren't as good today." "I'm trying," Chad said behind her as he began putting all his stuff back into his purse. Mel didn't reply. She just went to her refrigerator and got another baby bottle out for him to drink and carried it back to him. She looked at his face critically again as she handed him the bottle. "Don't wash it off today when you get to work! Wear it all day like that. Maybe it will give you a bit more incentive to do better tomorrow." Chad inwardly gasped. He realized that she did know for sure that he had been washing the makeup off when he got to work, even though he hadn't washed his eye makeup off yesterday. It felt like he had just been handed a prison sentence. He finished putting his things into his purse and stuck the baby bottle to his lips as he left her bathroom. He was still considering washing it all off when he got to work anyway. A little while later, as Mel held the door open for him to leave, she reminded him. "Don't forget, don't wash the makeup off. I'll be asking Cassie about it later." Chad's heart almost dropped. He had almost forgotten about the ways she had to check up on him. "Oh!" she suddenly added. "Don't forget, it's Friday. We have a lot to do tonight so don't be late!" Chad stopped and had to think for a moment. What was so special about Friday? It only took him a moment to remember - her nail appointment every Friday night. Make that his nail appointment too, because he was sure that was what she had really meant. He unconsciously tried to look at the nails on his left hand, but they were wrapped around the handles of his heavy purse. He said nothing back to her. He only turned to make his way down to his car. Mel watched after him for a few minutes. She wished she could see what his life was really like at work now. People had to be noticing things, but he never talked about it. Of course she hadn't really asked him about it either, or even given him much of a chance to tell her. She realized that was probably a mistake. Knowing everything was the first rule of being a good lawyer. Why should this be any different? She went back into her apartment to get ready for work. Chad hurried into the building at work and moved quickly down the hallways as he usually did, noticing the all-to-many stares of the people who saw him. As usual, he was relieved to finally get to his desk where he would be hidden and out of sight. As he was waiting for his computer to boot up, he looked at his fingernails critically. He had forgotten about the nail polish he had worn all last weekend. The only time he ever thought about the polish still on his toes was when he happened to notice them during his morning showers, and that was it. The rest of the time they were covered by his shoes and out of sight. He realized his fingernails were longer now than they were last week. Too long. He hadn't really trimmed them since before he had moved into his new apartment. Longer nails would show the polish more. Plus, they were starting to get in the way a bit when he typed. He decided to cut them, but he didn't have any clippers. He stood up and called over the top of the cubicle. "Robin. Are you there?" He heard no answer as he stared at the top of the cubicle wall. "Hey Chad, I didn't hear you come in." Chad nearly jumped out of his skin. He had been expecting Robin to answer over the wall, instead she had come around to see him personally. "Oh," he said as he quickly recovered his surprise. "Uh, I was just wondering if you have any nail clippers." He was looking at her face as he asked. Was she wearing foundation? It was hard to tell. "Probably," Robin replied. "Let me look. Come on over." Chad followed her around to her cubicle where she dug her purse out of her desk drawer, something he realized that he should have been doing instead of leaving his out where everyone could see it. She opened her purse, which was more like a large tote bag and started digging through it. She held up a metal nail file. "I've got a nail file. You need that?" "No," he replied. "Just the clippers if you have them." She went back to digging deep into the bottom of her bag. "Got em!" She held them up triumphantly and handed them to him. As he took the clippers, he glanced quickly back at her face, trying to notice if she was wearing any foundation without letting her see that he was looking. The quick glance he allowed himself didn't tell him anything. "Thanks," he replied. "I'll get them back to you in a minute." Chad went back to his cubicle and trimmed his nails over top of his trash can. He trimmed them close, purposely, even though he knew somewhere in the very back of his mind that Mel probably wouldn't approve. At least they'd stay like that for a while. He carried the clippers back to Robin. "Thanks," he said as he handed them to her. Again he tried to look closely at her makeup without letting her know he was doing it. "Oh, you're welcome," she replied as she took the clippers. She noticed his quick stare. "What?" Chad quickly looked away. "Nothing, thanks." Then he hurried back to his own desk. Robin dug into her purse again and found her mirror and checked her face. No, nothing wrong that she could see. Her lipstick could be refreshed a bit, but it wasn't really bad. She'd wait till later to do that. Had he been staring at her face for some reason? She finally decided she had only imagined it. During her first real break of the morning, Mel phoned Gloria. "Hi Gloria, it's Mel. How are you?" "I'm doing fine this morning," Gloria answered. "Thanks for calling. I wanted to just talk a bit about last night, that's all." "Last night was incredible!" Mel replied. "I thought you were great. And Chad doesn't seem to realize any of what you did. In fact, all he talked about afterwards was how relaxed and great he felt, including some places he wasn't expecting." She laughed at the thought. Gloria chuckled a bit along with her. "That's good Mel." But before she could continue, Mel began talking again. "Gloria, you wouldn't believe it. I punished him just a bit last night after we got home, and he actually cried a little bit. Okay, I could tell that he was fighting it pretty hard, but there were a lot more tears falling from his eyes. It looks like what you're doing is starting to work." "That's just it Mel, that's what I wanted to talk to you about." Mel's excitement dropped suddenly. "Okay, what about it?" "Listen, we've only just started with this. We've only just begun to plant the suggestions and we haven't really reinforced them yet. We're fighting a lifetime of his training and habits. You can't really change them overnight and expect them to stick." "So what are you really saying?" "You're going to have to be patient, Mel. I'm really glad that he's showing signs that what we're doing is working, but they're not going to last. Not yet at least. I'm pretty sure that any progress he may show is going to go backwards fairly quickly as the week goes on." "So what do we do about it?" "Just what we are doing. Next week I have to reinforce everything again and plant the suggestions even deeper. Hopefully, with every time I do it, it's going to be harder and harder for him to fight back, and eventually it will all stick completely." "How long do you think it's going to take?" "That's impossible to say. I was really surprised that I got him as deep as I did last night, otherwise I wouldn't have tried the emotional suggestions. And I can't begin to tell you how surprised I am to hear that any of that took root at all!" "Okay," Mel said as she tried to collect her thoughts. "So the bottom line is that it's working, but he's probably going to backslide?" "Yeah, that's pretty much it. I just wanted to warn you." "Okay, thanks. I'll watch for it. Already, I can't wait till next week!" Chad really wanted to go down to the men's room and wash all the makeup off his face, but he didn't dare. Not since Mel had said that she would be checking up on him. He wanted to do something else in the men's room even more, but that was unfortunately totally impossible now. And everything else that he used to normally do there didn't seem very important today. In the middle of the morning, Robin stopped by his cubicle again. "Chad, I'm going down to the break room. Do you want to go?" He just looked at her with a - "you know better than to ask" - expression on his face and turned back to his work. But Robin didn't leave right away. "Hey Chad," she said quietly and politely. "I couldn't help but notice, your makeup is a bit too thick this morning. Why don't you go and wash it off." Chad turned back to her. He was sure he was blushing, but he also doubted that she could see it under all the makeup he was wearing. "I know," he replied. "I'd like to." "Good," she replied. "I'll see you later." Chad was glad that for once she just left. She had just confirmed that his bad makeup job was very noticeable. He wanted more than ever to be able to wash it off now. Feeling more depressed, he went back to work so he wouldn't have to think about it as much. Mel had a small break in her schedule and started thumbing through the yellow pages of her phone book. She found the entries she wanted and checked which ones had the biggest advertisements. She dialed the first number. "Hello? Can you please tell me how late you're open tonight? . . . That early? Okay, thank you," and she hung up. She'd never be able to get Chad there on time. She dialed the next number. "Can you tell me how late you're open tonight? . . . Wonderful! I should be there before then." As Mel hung up, she made a careful note of the store's address. She was fairly sure she knew exactly where it was. When Robin left work at lunch time, she wasn't really sure where she wanted to go, so she turned out of the parking lot in the direction she had gone all week now, towards the gym. When she had left, she hadn't seen Chad come out from work yet. As she passed the gym, she was reminded that Chad had been going in there every day. Her curiosity again got the best of her and she quickly turned again into the driveway just past the gym. This time, she parked her car in one of the parking places while she waited to see if Chad would show up. While she waited, she debated what it was that she really wanted to do. Did she want to go in and inquire about joining the gym after he got there - really just snooping... or should she wait till tomorrow? Five minutes later, she saw Chad finally drive up and again go in with his pink gym bag. Not really sure she was ready to be snooping that obviously yet, she started her car and left to get something to eat. "Hi Sissy," the receptionist said, or almost sang - sassily, as he entered through the gym door. "Uh, hi," Chad replied, not at all happy about her embarrassing attitude toward him. "You want me to get Cassie for you again... Sissy?" Yeah, she was being a real pain today. "Yes, please," he replied. There was always something about the way she spoke to him that made him want to search for some kind of a hole he could crawl into. She came back with Cassie a few minutes later. Chad started walking toward Cassie as soon as he saw her. "Oh no you don't!" Cassie said quickly, stopping him in his tracks. "I expect you to greet me properly first!" She stood with her arms crossed, waiting. Chad felt the total embarrassment of his situation again. Worse, his chastity device began to send sharp needles of pain into him for the first time since he had gotten up out of bed. She wasn't giving him a choice. He quickly dropped a short curtsey. "Hi, Cassie," he said. The receptionist went into fits of laughter. Yeah, there had to be a hole in the floor somewhere around there that he could crawl into. He was sure that everyone could see how red his face probably was - even through his thick makeup. "Oh come on," Cassie complained. "You can do better than that!" Chad was aghast. She wanted him to do it again, only better? Where too many people could easily see him? Where was that hole in the floor? Where was the earthquake? Nervously, he curtseyed slower and much more fully so he could get it over with. "Hi, Cassie," he repeated. The receptionist was doubled over with laughter and Cassie had a very pleased smirk on her face. "Okay, much better. Let's go get you changed." Once they were back in their usual room, Cassie closed the door behind him as well as the blinds on the window. "Okay, Sissy, start getting undressed." Chad undressed completely down to his diapers while Cassie found his baby bottle in his diaper bag. As soon as he was lying on the floor she handed it to him. Then she untapped his diapers. "No mess again!" Chad wondered why she should sound like she was complaining. "Yeah," he said through the nipple still in his mouth, "but you should have seen the mess I made early this morning." Cassie laughed. "I can imagine!" She took a baby-wipe from the container and wiped him clean with it, then she grabbed the baby lotion and squirted a large amount into her hand. Chad saw Cassie squirting the baby lotion into her hand. He suddenly became very worried. The one part of all this that he had once really enjoyed had now become his biggest nightmare. "Do you have to?" he asked, pleadingly. She smiled wickedly at him. "Yes I do! Now keep drinking your bottle!" Chad stuck his bottle back in his mouth and sucked on it, but his attention was completely on the feel of her hands as she carefully and sensually spread the baby lotion all over whatever front parts of him that she could. His whole body was tense as she did it and his breathing was very shallow. When she finally started working on his exposed ball sac, he stopped breathing altogether and tensed up completely. He groaned between the incredibly stimulating touch of her hands massaging him and the strain of trying desperately to control himself. His need for relief hit him full force. He couldn't remember ever feeling his need that much. He desperately struggled against so many impossible forces working on him. His breathing was now coming in gasps. And for a while, it was working. But as Cassie continued working on him, it was his need that began to win out more and more. He clenched his fists against it, his hand holding the baby bottle was down near his side, ready to pound the bottle into the floor. Despite his situation, he wanted desperately to feel her hands touching his penis, but that was one place she couldn't touch. He felt the tiny pinpricks beginning. "Noooo," he groaned through his clenched teeth. But Cassie was still working on him and the pain was still growing. Through all the sensations in his body, he opened his eyes and looked at her. She was staring wide-eyed at him, but she still had a very determined look on her face. He looked away, he didn't want to see her face at all. He had to focus on his need and trying to control it. But the pain from the pinpricks was now a deep burning pain. He could feel himself losing the battle more and more. He felt his cock filling the inside of the restraining device. With a loud groan he shoved her hands away again and rolled onto his side. There were tears in his eyes as he cupped his private parts between the baby bottle in one hand and the open palm of his other hand. He rocked himself back and forth, trying in vain to will the pain away. His need was so much! And he was totally denied. His whole world dissolved into his struggle to become soft again so the pain would go away. Cassie sat on her knees watching him writhing on the floor. She had hurt him again. Purposely. But he had done so much better this time. He was learning already. As she watched him, she realized that she really couldn't imagine how powerful the need inside him must be. She knew her own needs, but she had always heard that men had different, more powerful and urgent ones. She thought she was witnessing just a piece of that right then. When his writhing seemed to stop, she could see that he had real tears still in his eyes and the makeup that had run made him look that much worse. "You did real good today," she said softly, trying to be as kind as possible. "Real good." "Not good enough," he mumbled angrily. She reached down and grabbed the wrist of his hand that was still holding his baby bottle and directed the bottle back into his mouth. "Drink up, baby." Then she stuck another suppository up inside of him and finished diapering him. Chad finished dressing and she escorted him out after that. He was still recovering, but doing a lot better. She didn't delay him at the door, she just watched him head sullenly out to his car without a glance at anything or anyone around him. She had hurt him. A lot. She felt sorry about it, very sorry. But at the same time, watching him through it all had been one of the most fascinating things she had ever seen. She had hurt him. But he had done good! Somehow, someway, she would find a way to make it up to him. Robin only ordered a burger and some fries for lunch, but the fast food restaurant was busy and incredibly slow. When she finished, she started driving back to work again. As she passed the gym, she decided to throw all caution to the wind and she turned into the parking lot, fully intent on going in to see if she could spot Chad. But once she was in the parking lot, she realized that his car wasn't there anymore. What had happened? She hadn't been gone all that long. Did he decide to cancel his exercising for the day? Feeling disappointed, she headed back to work again. Mel checked her messages the first chance she got and saw one of them was from Cassie. She called her back quickly. "Hi Cassie. It's Mel. How did it go today?" "Hi Mel. It went pretty good. Mel... I hurt him again today... a lot. But I have to tell you that he did real good today. I could see him trying so hard and he really stayed soft for a long time. I really should have stopped but I didn't, and I'm afraid I put him into some real pain again." "Don't worry about it Cassie. You said he lasted a lot longer though?" "Yeah, like I said, he did good." "That's great to hear. It means he's learning. Listen, Cassie, we dare not stop yet. This is probably the most critical time in the game. If we back off at all right now it will take twice as long to achieve what we need." "I understand. I'll keep at it. I just wanted to let you know that he did better." "That's good." "Oh, and you said you wanted me to check to make sure he was still wearing his makeup? He was. Like you said, his foundation was pretty much on the awful side." "Good, Cassie. Maybe tomorrow he'll have some incentive to do better." "Yeah, it certainly can't get much worse. You know, as much as I hate hurting him, I'm still really enjoying it too." "Yeah, I know what you mean, you have no idea what it's doing to me. I mean the power... sometimes it stimulates me to the point where... Oh God, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that!" "Why? We're both big girls. Sandy and I both figured you were getting your jollies from him. You know?" "Well, once maybe... I mean definitely. But lately, well, you know... it's that time and..." "Mel! What's wrong with you?" "What's wrong? Well, it's not right. I mean, the mess and all." "Geez Mel, it's like I always say, if you're not making a mess, then you're not having sex!" Robin flipped back and forth from one screen to the next, trying to make up her mind as to which layout she liked the best. They were all good. She really needed a second opinion before she could go any further. She got up from her desk and walked around to Chad's cubicle. He was working intently. "Chad?" He paused in his work and turned his head. "Yeah?" But Robin immediately lost all thoughts about the project she was working on. "Chad! My God! What happened to you?" Chad was surprised. "Happened to me? What's wrong?" Robin was clearly surprised. "What's wrong? Your face! I thought you were going to wash your makeup off." Chad sighed and turned back towards his computer. "Well, I wanted to," he mumbled. "Then why didn't you?" "I can't." "Why not?" "Don't ask." "Chad, look at me!" He finally turned back around. "Not only is your foundation all smeared, but now your eye makeup is all over your face. Did you rub your eyes or something? Because it's really a mess." Chad was surprised. He had rubbed his eyes to get the tears out of them earlier. Unfortunately, he didn't think about his eye makeup running. But what could he do? Mel had said he couldn't wash it off, and he would be seeing her right after work. She would notice immediately if it was gone. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to say to Robin. "I... I... I guess I must have rubbed them during lunch." "Well listen then, if you're going to wear makeup, then you have to learn to keep your hands off of your face! Dummy! Now come on, go wash it off right away." He turned around again. "I can't." "Why not?" "Because I can't! That's all." "Don't give me that. You can't go around looking like that. Have you even seen how you look? No, of course not. Do you have a mirror in your purse?" Chad turned back around. "A mirror?" "Yeah. One of those little things to look at yourself with. You know, a mirror?" Chad had to think for a second. "I don't know. I don't think so." "You don't even know if you have a mirror in your purse?" She threw her hands up in exasperation. "I'll be right back." She hurried to her own desk and dug her mirror out of her own bag and brought it back to him. "Here," she said holding it out to him. "Look at yourself." Chad grabbed her surprisingly large mirror and looked at his face. He had black smudges all down his cheeks and out to the sides of his eyes. It looked like his eye makeup was everywhere but on his eyes. He looked awful, and it was all too noticeable. But what could he do about it? He rubbed at a few places with his fingers while he looked in the mirror, very little came off. "Oh for God's sake!" Robin exclaimed grabbing the mirror from him. She threw it on his desk and grabbed his arm and pulled him out of his chair. "Now go wash it all off! Now!" "But I can't," he protested as she began pulling him out into the hallway. "Don't give me that. Yes you can. You have to!" "Please, I'm not supposed to wash it off," he told her. She stopped where she was for a moment. "What do you mean you're not supposed to?" Chad looked down at the floor. "I can't tell you that. It's complicated." But his answer made Robin even angrier. "It's complicated, it's complicated! Everything is complicated! It's not complicated!" She pulled on his arm again, pulling him towards the rest rooms. He went, but not willingly. "Just wash it off. That's not complicated!" Chad stopped at the entrance to the men's room. Was there anyone in there? He hoped not. Mel had told him to not wash the makeup off. He knew he would get punished if he did, and that was something he really didn't want. He couldn't wash it off. He turned to Robin again. "I can't." "Yes you can! Now you either go in there and wash it off right now or..." she paused trying to think what to say. "Or I'll take you into the ladies room with me and wash it off myself!" Chad was shocked. She wouldn't! She saw the shocked look on his face. "Maybe that's where you belong anyway," Robin continued, "seeing as how you're dressing more like a woman now." She pulled slightly on his arm in the direction of the ladies room a few feet away. Chad pulled back. "No... I'll take care of it." She wasn't giving him any choice in the matter at all. As he went into the men's room he prayed that it would be empty. He also prayed that Mel wouldn't punish him too much for what he was about to do. He was lucky, there was no one there. He wet his face at the sink, the water felt good against his skin. He had to scrub and scrub at his face with a paper towel to get everything all off, but finally his face was completely clean again. It felt good to him. Really good. He spent a moment looking at his reflection in the mirror, enjoying the sight of his face without makeup again. As he turned to leave, he glanced quickly at all the toilet stalls and then the urinals lined up against the wall. He wished desperately that he could use any of them. As he looked at them, he suddenly felt himself peeing into his diapers again. So frustrating! Robin was waiting for him just outside the men's room. She smiled when he walked out. "That's much better. Don't you feel better?" "Yeah," he agreed. "A lot... sort of." "What do you mean sort of?" "Never mind," he said as they walked back toward their desks, his mind more on what Mel might do to him later. "Geez! You're the most frustrating person I know lately!" Chad headed back to his desk, but Robin stopped him. "Oh no you're not! I need your help now." "What?" "That's what I came to see you for in the first place. I need you to look at what I've got." "Oh, okay," he said as he turned back toward her cubicle instead of his. He leaned over her shoulder as she sat in her chair and brought up her first idea. "Wow," he said quietly. "That's great!" She flipped to her second idea. "Gee, another really good one." She opened her third idea. "Wow," he said again. "All these are all incredible. I love them all." "Yeah," she replied, "so do I. That's why I was having such a hard time deciding what to work with the most." "Go back to the first one." She flipped the screen. He stared at it for a moment, "Now the second." She turned to that one. He stared at that one too, then let out a small laugh. "Wouldn't it be interesting if we took your header and completely animated it?" "Animated it?" "Yeah, instead of just doing the normal stuff, we could have little cartoons that pop up and move around whenever you hover over anything. Robin laughed. "Chad, that's brilliant. But I don't have a clue as to how to do that stuff. That's your department." "Yeah, well I can't design layouts that look like that either." They looked at each other, each appreciating the others compliment. But as they stared for a moment at each other, Chad again looked closely at her face. What did she do about foundation? How did she do her eyes? She only used eyeliner on her upper eyes, like Mel. He tore his gaze away before she could notice that he was staring. But Robin noticed. "What?" she asked suddenly. "Is something wrong?" "No, no! Nothing at all. Let's work with your second idea. I'll send you some of the animation ideas I have in mind in a little while." "Okay," she said, still wondering if he had been staring at her. He retreated back to his own cubicle quickly and sat down. Her mirror was still on his desk. He picked it up. It was fairly big, bigger than any of the mirrors he remembered other women carrying. It would certainly take up a lot of space in his purse. But then she always carried that big tote bag every day. He looked at his face in the mirror. Clean! Nice! How had she done her eyes? It was hard to remember because he had looked so quickly. Where had she started and ended her eyeliner? He couldn't remember. He stared into the mirror still. Mel had told him to start just in from the corner... Robin sat in her chair looking out into the hallway after Chad had left. She was still wondering if he had been staring at her. She needed to check her face again. She opened her tote bag and immediately remembered that she had left her mirror on his desk. The urge to check her face grew stronger as she got up to retrieve her mirror. And then it hit her. She wasn't sure, but it just made sense! She walked around to his cubicle and stopped in the doorway. He was looking at himself in the mirror. "You're wondering about my makeup," she said with a fair amount of certainty. Chad turned quickly at her question. Embarrassed, he replied, "No, not really... well... yeah, just a little." He could feel his face turning red. "I didn't mean to stare or make you feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry. I won't do it again." "Chad, don't you think other women check each other out all the time... in fact constantly?" "Well, I guess I figured..." "Geez!" she said as she came further into the room. "It's only natural Chad. If you're going to wear makeup, then obviously you're going to be interested in the way everyone else does it. Don't you look at the models in the magazines?" "No." Robin was surprised at that. "Well, you should. Women talk about makeup all the time. It's only natural." "Yeah, but I'm not a woman." "No. Maybe not. But you're dressing more and more like one and you're wearing makeup like a woman, so you have to be interested in what other women are doing." "I guess," he answered, turning his chair around away from her. This whole situation was so embarrassing. Why did he ever enter into this bet? It was so stupid! But he realized that underneath, he was interested. Very interested. But being a male, discussing makeup was something that was always considered taboo. Not to mention what any other women might think if he suddenly wanted to talk about it. Robin walked up behind him and put her hand comfortingly on his shoulder... and stopped dead, completely surprised. She moved her fingers quickly around his shoulder. "Chad! You're wearing a bra!" Chad realized what she had just done and quickly shook her hand off. "No I'm not!" "But I felt it. You're wearing a bra." "I am not! It's not a bra." "Then what is it?" "I'm not wearing a bra!" Robin quickly reached out and pressed her hands against his chest before he could stop her. Chad tried to block her hands but was a fraction of a second too late. "Chad, it's there! I felt it! You can't deny it!" "I'm not wearing a bra!" he said angrily. "Then what is it?" Chad turned away from her again. "Chad admit it!" "No! I'm not wearing a bra." "Then what are you wearing? And don't tell me nothing, because I felt it." Chad didn't say anything for a moment before he finally answered, "It's complicated." Robin wanted to hit him. She actually raised her hand to do it, but stopped herself. "It's complicated, it's complicated. Everything is so damn complicated!" "Well, it is!" "Yeah, sure!" She turned away frustrated and started to walk out. But she noticed her mirror laying on his desk and picked it up first. She paused in the doorway and looked down at her mirror. She turned back to him. "Look, later, when you've calmed down and gotten your head screwed on right, do you want to talk about makeup?" He was still turned away from her. "No... yes... no... I don't know!" "Why don't you come down to break with me later? I'm sure the other women wouldn't mind talking about it too." He turned around quickly. "God no! Not that!" He turned away again. She was about to leave and stopped again. "How about if I take a late break and we go down there together again, just you and I?" She had to wait a moment for his answer. And when it came, she barely heard it. "Maybe." She left him for her own desk and sat back down. She was still learning things about him, but overall, she had really learned very little. She desperately wanted to talk with the other women about him and discuss it, but she had told him she would wait for him and take her break later today. To hell with it! She would take her break with her friends and then another one later with Chad. Tom Robinson never came down anyway to check up on her. He probably wouldn't even care! "Giiirrrlfriend..." Robin turned her head towards her friends who were all waiting for her as soon as she entered the break-room. She quickly fixed herself a cup of coffee and carried it over to the table. There were no chairs available because there were already too many women sitting there waiting to talk with her. She set her cup on the table and looked for another chair to drag over. "We heard that you and Chad were arguing in the hall a little while ago," the same woman asked. Robin blushed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so loud. It's just that he can be so...." She shook her head in frustration. "I know what you mean," another of the women replied as Robin finally spotted a chair and started to drag it over. Almost magically several of the women moved to make space for her because they were all so interested in whatever she could tell them. And tell them she did... everything she could think of that she knew already. Which was a lot, but at the same time, almost nothing! "Oh my!" one of the women said when she was done. "Wouldn't it be fun if he did come down here to talk about makeup? Can you just see it?" There was a lot of laughter from everyone. "Oh dear!" another woman said through her laughter. "I'm going to have that picture in my head all afternoon now. I'll never get any work done." There were more squeals of laughter. But Robin's laughter was suddenly more muted. Yeah, it was funny, but at the same time she felt for the guy, as frustrating and as contrary as he was. There was something major going on that she still didn't know about. Yet. Robin sat at her desk. The project she was working on was on her screen, but she wasn't seeing it. Her mind was completely occupied by Chad. The guy wanted to discuss makeup... sort of. She understood his reluctance... sort of. After all, he had been wearing it to work all week! Could she use that in any way to learn more about what was going on? She just wasn't sure. It seemed so unlikely. Little kids liked to play with makeup - well, girls anyway. She thought of him like a little kid playing with it. Playing at it and not really having any idea of what he was doing. She could play makeup with him, she guessed. But to be honest, she wasn't too keen on the idea, especially in the break room where everyone could see them. She looked at her purse with all her makeup in it, not really a lot, only what she needed to carry, but it was probably enough, especially for him. He had a purse full of makeup too. At least, that's what he had said. Now she wondered. If he did, what kind of makeup did he have? He didn't even know if he had a mirror earlier. Maybe that was a place to start though. Instead of really playing with the makeup, they could talk and compare. And in the process, maybe she'd be able to find out what was really going on. It wasn't much, but at least it was a plan. She looked at her watch. It had been about an hour now since she had taken her last break. Now was as good a time as any. Chad was working on his project when he heard Robin call his name behind him. He turned around and glanced at his watch. "Oh Robin, I'm sorry, I've been working on my project and I didn't even start on the animations yet." Robin smiled at him. "That's not why I'm here. Come on, it's break time. Time for some coffee." Chad was surprised. He had almost forgotten. He was fairly sure he hadn't actually promised he'd go down to the break room with her. "Uh... I'm not sure," he replied, "I'm still working on this piece." "Oh come on Chad, get up out of that chair for a while and live a little. I'm going with you. It won't hurt you to just get a cup of coffee. And while we're there, if you still want to talk about makeup, then that's fine. I don't mind!" But Chad still felt too uncomfortable about it. "Robin, I just can't!" "Oh come on!" she said. Then to help him along, she reached down and pulled out the drawer where she guessed that he had now stashed his purse. It was there. She grabbed it and handed it to him. "Here! Now come on!" Chad realized that she had her large tote bag with her too. Why was it that when a woman carried a purse you didn't always notice it? He seriously doubted it would be the same for him. "But..." "Oh for heaven's sake. Just stand up and walk with me." It was like talking to a child. But finally he stood. Not wanting him to back down again, she linked her arm through his and walked him out into the hallway. She kept hold of him till they had gone well past the first turn. If Chad thought he had been scared and embarrassed by the way he was dressed every time he walked down to the break room before, it was nothing compared to how he felt now, carrying his purse. But then he realized that at least this time he wasn't wearing any makeup. That thought made him feel a bit better - very little, but a bit. "So you've really got a bunch of makeup in there?" Robin asked as they walked. "Yeah, all of it." "All? Then you can't really have very much." "I think it's a lot. Too much!" "Chad, no woman ever thinks she has too much makeup." "I'm not a woman." "Then why are you doing this?" Robin was hoping for a better answer, and she felt like she might get one, but instead, he replied. "It's complicated." She sighed. Neither Robin nor Chad noticed the woman peeking around the corner of the hallway after they passed. She had sat at the break table earlier and laughed along with Robin over Chad. She followed them quietly. After they were inside the break room, she stayed just where she couldn't be seen and tried to peek around the doorway to watch them, hoping that neither of them would realize that she was there. Robin went straight to the coffee pot and poured herself another cup. Chad waited behind her. When it was his turn, he took a cup, then had to figure out how to juggle his purse, the coffee cup, and the coffee pot all at the same time. Not for the first time did he wish for pockets again. He had to hang his purse on his left arm, and hold the cup in that same hand while he poured his coffee with the other hand. He was just glad he drank it black so he wouldn't have to mess with the creamer or sugar too. He followed Robin to the back corner table where she had sat down. Her tote bag was on the floor. He set his purse down there too. "Don't put it down there," she said, "I want to see what you've got." Chad hesitated, still not sure about the whole situation. He looked around, there was nobody there to see him. Throwing caution to the wind, he set his purse on the table and opened it. Robin wanted to peer inside, but she controlled herself. "You really want to see all this stuff?" he asked. "Of course," she replied. Shaking his head and wondering why on earth he was really doing it, he began dragging all his makeup items out and setting them on the table. Robin was a bit surprised to see quite so much. Picking up a powder compact, she opened it. "See, you do have a mirror," she said, showing it to him. "Not like yours." "Are you ready to carry something as big as this?" she asked, indicating her tote bag. He almost laughed. "Not yet." "I'm surprised you bought so much since you're just starting," she said. "Well, it wasn't exactly my idea." "Your makeup lady?" He nodded. "Yeah." "Does your makeup lady have a name? I mean, it might be easier than just calling her your makeup lady all the time." He was a bit reluctant to tell her, but finally he just said, "Mel." Robin smiled even though she literally had to drag every little bit out of him, but at least she had a name now. It was better than nothing. "So what has Mel taught you?" "Not much," he admitted. "Really, she's just concentrated on my eyes and then this morning she started with the foundation." "It was pretty bad this morning." "Yeah, I know. But it was the first time she'd really shown me anything about it." "What did she show you?" Chad picked up one of the liquid foundation jars and started telling her about what Mel had him doing. Robin asked a few questions, and soon Chad found himself showing her other things. It wasn't till his coffee was half gone that he realized he had been sitting there totally engaged in girl-talk with her. The very thought of what he had been doing quickly stimulated his overly repressed system, sending pinpricks of pain right where he didn't want them. The pain reinforced his thoughts about talking about makeup like a girl, which quickly made the pain even worse. He winced against the pain, but it was too late, Robin had noticed. "Is anything wrong?" she asked quickly. "No!" Chad replied a bit too forcefully. But he couldn't continue talking about makeup anymore. It was too painful. As quickly as he could, he started packing everything back into his purse again. "What's wrong?" she asked again. "Nothing!" he replied. "Come on. I've got to get out of here." Robin had to hurry to catch up with him. She still didn't know what had gone wrong. For once he was beginning to relax and open up to her, and then all of a sudden he had closed down... again! And the only thing she really had now was a name - Mel. Completely useless information! The woman who had been watching them hurried back down the hallway before either of them could know that she had been watching them the whole time. She hadn't been able to hear any of what they said, but she had seen most of it. He had really been there showing her his makeup. Amazing! A funny idea struck her. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to do it. But it was Friday. Her idea would have to wait until Monday. Shortly before quitting time, Chad looked away from his computer. He really hadn't been working all that much since he had taken the break with Robin. Had he really shown her all his makeup and been talking about it with her? He couldn't believe it. But now his thoughts were more and more on Mel and what she might do to him for washing all his makeup off. Would it be better if he reapplied it before he went home? He decided, it was his only hope. Nobody was around. He pulled his purse back out of his desk drawer. Robin had shown him the tiny mirror in the compact. He found it and opened it. It was so small. He could hardly see any of his face at all. Carefully, he put some of the liquid foundation on his finger and began dabbing it in spots around his face. He began spreading it out, trying desperately to see it properly in the tiny mirror in his hand. "You know, that works better if you use a brush." Chad turned, horrified to see Robin standing at the entrance to his cubicle watching him. "I don't have a brush," he admitted. "Well, you can use your fingers like you're doing, but if I were you, I'd get a brush. A good one." "Thanks," he said as he went back to work. He was glad to realize that Robin had left him again. But she was back all too quickly. "Here," she said walking back into his cubicle and brandishing a small brush in her hand. "Let me help you." Chad was shocked and surprised, but before he could really protest, she had planted herself against his desk and was starting to run the soft brush over his face. Not knowing what else to do, he let her work on him. "There," she finally said. "Do you want me to add some powder or blush too?" "No thanks," he replied, wondering how the job she had done looked. "You're sure?" "Yeah, thanks." He grabbed his tiny mirror and tried to see what she had done. Robin left again and came back a moment later with her larger mirror. "Here," she said, "use this." He grabbed her mirror gratefully. Yeah, she had done an amazing job. He promised himself he would get some brushes to work with as soon as possible. "Are you going to do your eyes too?" Robin asked. He had been planning on it, but he wasn't sure he wanted to do it with her watching. "I was thinking about it," he finally said. "Let me watch," she said softly. "Maybe I can offer some advice." He looked at her for a moment then began sorting through the makeup in his purse. She watched him doing his eye makeup, very, very slowly, but surely. Not really too bad at all. But then he had been wearing it all week now. "You did pretty well," she told him when he was finally all done. "I'm sure that Mel would be proud." He could only hope. Mel was his next big obstacle to face. His cell phone buzzed and he quickly pulled it out of the pocket of his purse. A text message from Mel. He read it quickly, then put it away again. He let out a big sigh. Her instructions were just what he had expected - go home and change his diapers, no pantyhose, and wear the open toed sandals, pad the cups of his girdle, and a big emphasis on not being late! "Your makeup lady... Mel?" Robin asked. He was shocked that she should ask. "Yeah," he replied softly. Mel hurried quickly up the steps towards Chad's apartment, praying that he was ready. She was the one who was running behind and having to stop to pick him up took extra time. She fished the keys out of her purse while she was still going up the steps and had the door unlocked almost instantly. The first thing she saw when she opened the door was the surprised look on Chad's face. "Are you ready?" she asked quickly without even closing the door. Chad didn't know if he should curtsey and greet her properly or answer her question first. He opted for the curtsey. "Hello, Mistress." She smiled broadly at him. "Hello, Sissy. Now are you ready?" "Yes, Mistress," he said being careful to remember to curtsey. "Good! Come along, I'm running late." But Chad's curtseys had reminded her of something else that she had planned for the evening. "Damn," she swore softly. She had to really hurry now. Chad was standing next to her, his purse in his hand, his pink diaper bag slung over his other shoulder. "Sissy, before we go, we need to practice something." Chad looked at her questioningly. "Now show me how you're going to say thank you to me all evening." Chad was suddenly shocked. All evening? Was she talking about doing this in public? Warily, he dropped another curtsey with his hands full and said, "Thank you, Mistress." "Good, and now show me how you say yes or no to me." He curtseyed again, saying "Yes, Mistress." "Good enough," she said quickly as she headed out through the door. "Now come on, I don't want to be late." She closed and locked his apartment door behind them and hurried to catch up to him on the steps. As soon as she had pulled her car out of the parking space she said, "I expect to see you curtseying properly to me, all night... everywhere we go!" Chad already had horrible visions of doing just that running through his head. His stupid chastity device was suddenly causing him pain again, but he obediently said, "Yes, Mistress." He was going out in public again. He was wearing women's heels, women's pants, makeup on his face, the bra cups of his girdle each held a pair of pantyhose to pad them way out... and he was carrying a purse. He mentally screamed. And then he remembered again that they were heading straight to have their nails done! Aaaarrrrggghhh! It was becoming too much. The devilish little teeth of his chastity device felt like they were burning his skin. But fortunately, that's all they did. He felt so stupid. He felt so embarrassed. He felt so incredibly excited! And at the same time, his need felt so denied. It wasn't till a few moments later when Mel made another comment. "You redid your makeup." Chad was suddenly very worried. "I'm sorry, I had to. I wore it all morning, but then after lunch..." "What happened?" Mel asked. "Well, Cassie..." "I know very well what Cassie did. Did you cry?" He was embarrassed to say it. "Yeah, a little. But it hurt!" "So?" "So, afterwards... I guess I rubbed my eyes, and I didn't know it but it got all over my face." "You shouldn't rub your eyes... wait a minute, you said you didn't know it had gotten all over your face?" "Yeah, Robin told me." "Robin?" "She works with me." "Oh." Mel digested that. One of his coworkers. "What did she say?" "She made me wash it off." "She made you?" "I tried to resist, but she threatened to drag me into the ladies room and do it herself if I didn't." Mel almost laughed. She could just picture it. "So you decided to wash it off." "I'm sorry. But she wasn't giving me much of a choice." "And then you decided to put the makeup back on again." She turned her head towards him as she drove. "Good girl!" Chad felt really good at her compliment. "Thank you, Mistress." Mel smiled broadly. "I noticed you did a really good job with the foundation this time." "Actually, that was Robin's doing. She kind of helped me." Mel turned her head and looked quickly back at him. Suddenly she wasn't so sure about things. She didn't know why, but she suddenly didn't like Robin. Not that Robin had done anything at all wrong. Was Robin pretty? Did Chad love her? Was she another reason that Chad was getting divorced? She knew she shouldn't feel jealous, but she did. It was a woman thing she knew. She had unknowingly staked out her territory on Chad as part of this bet and she didn't like any other women messing with her property. She brooded about that all the way to the nail salon. "Hello, Sissy," the little Asian woman who had done his nails last week said as he walked in. "Hi," he replied. "Sissy!" Mel's voice suddenly sounded like a gun being fired at his head. He hated doing it more than he realized he would, but he had no choice. He dropped a quick curtsey and said, "Hello." The stare and look of astonishment on the nail technician's face was almost priceless. It took her a moment to fully recover. "Okay, Sissy. Let's get started." Mel smiled as she watched Chad walking away. His embarrassing evening was only just beginning. She was determined to make it even worse now after hearing about Robin. "You cut you fingernails!" the little Asian woman complained after his toes were done and they had sat down to start on his hands. "And you did a bad job. You should have let me do it." Chad said nothing as she tried to smooth the edges where he had left them a bit jagged. A little while later, Chad was looking at his almost electric pink fingernails. They didn't look nearly as feminine as they had last week, not because of the color, but because they were so short. But he was very embarrassed by them never the less. "Let me see," Mel called again from the table where she was having her nails done. As he had done last week, he walked over and held his hands out so she could see. Mel gasped and pulled her hands away from the woman who had been working on them. "Sissy, you cut your nails!" Chad knew she would be angry, but he was still glad he had done it. "I had to," he explained, "they were getting in the way when I typed." Mel looked at him angrily in the face. "It won't be happening again! Now thank the lady who worked on you properly, and make sure you leave her a good tip again." Chad figured he'd probably get punished a bit later for cutting his nails, but he still didn't care. It was like a tiny way that he had found to deny her. He almost laughed to himself as he dropped another curtsey to the nail technician and said "Thank you for doing my nails." He heard laughter from a few women who were sitting by the door waiting their turn. He didn't care. After he had paid his bill and left her a tip, he sat in one of the few vacant chairs, proud of himself, not caring in the least about the other women watching him all too closely. The way things had been going lately, even minor victories seemed like major ones. And those victories needed to be savored. He could tell that Mel still wasn't happy with him as they got back into the car again. He also figured that she'd take him out to dinner now and make him drink from his baby bottle in front of a lot of people again. He wasn't looking forward to that at all. It was hugely embarrassing - one of the major things that made him want to crawl into a hole somewhere and stay there - forever. "Are we going to dinner now?" he asked, knowing that they probably were. "No," Mel replied, "We have to go somewhere else first and I want to get there before the store closes." Chad didn't know whether to be happy or scared. He was happy because he wouldn't have to repeat the baby bottle thing in the restaurant, but he was scared of what Mel had in mind now. Her shopping trips could be miserable for him. Mel drove quickly and determinedly towards the area where the store was supposed to be. As she got close, she started scanning the store fronts to try to spot it. There it was! She pulled into the parking lot of a row of stores. There were plenty of empty parking spaces right in front. Chad looked up at the store in front of him as she pulled into the parking space. The brightly lit sign above the store said Uniforms. "Uh oh," he thought to himself. He looked over at Mel, she was smiling wickedly at him as she pulled her keys out of the ignition. "Leave your diaper bag, in the car again," she said. "Now let's go in and get you fitted." The saleswoman who greeted them as they walked through the door said a very nice hello to Mel, but she did a double take when she looked at Chad. "Say hello," Mel said quietly to Chad. Chad dropped into a curtsey and said a simple, "Hello." The saleswoman looked like she was going to panic. She finally looked back at Mel. "May I help you?" "Yes, I need a uniform for my maid here." The woman looked back at Chad again. Chad suddenly felt more embarrassed than ever. "Okay..." the woman said, drawing the word out as she tried to compose herself. "What did you have in mind?" Then she quickly added. "We don't carry any of that fancy French maid stuff. This is not a..." she was lost searching for the word. "Don't worry," Mel reassured her. "I want something proper." The woman nodded, obviously reassured. "In that case, let me show you what we have." She led the way to the back of the store where there was single rack in the wall with a lot of dresses hung on it. "We sell to a lot of caterers, and hotels, and any of these uniforms should work for most occasions." Mel started browsing through the uniforms. Chad saw mostly very plain looking dresses in a variety of colors. He saw Mel spending time considering a pink one, but then she moved on again. Finally, Mel reached the end of the dresses and s