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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 15 (Saturday - week 2) In his dreams, he was awash inside of a desperate need. It seemed that everyone... make that everything around him was in a constant state of orgasmic ecstasy... except him. He alone felt nothing. Numb! While all around him was in the deep throws of sensation, he desperately willed himself to feel something, anything. But no matter how hard he tried, all he felt was nothing. A sudden sensation to the very part of him that was most numb suddenly came through to him and in his sleep he reveled in it. He realized he was peeing. The only feeling he was capable of feeling there now. He relished every bit of the feeling, concentrating on it more and more. As his peeing slowed down, the numbness began to return, till there was nothing again. The only thing he could feel anymore was gone again. He was angry that the feeling was gone. He wanted it back again, badly. The want bothered him, more and more... till he awoke. Sunlight streamed in past the shade drawn down on his window. His pink clock radio hadn't gone off yet. He looked at the time - it was late. Surprisingly late. Mel usually told him what time to set his alarm for at night, or she set it herself. Either way, his alarm wasn't set. He quickly got up and waddled into the kitchen to see if she had left a note. She had. Sissy, You have most of the day to yourself today to do whatever you want - enjoy it. But while you're off, make sure you buy at least five more packages of diapers. I expect you here at three o'clock sharp! Shave your legs Two fresh diapers Makeup Girdle with padding Pantyhose The rest is up to you but don't wear your low-heeled pumps. For later - Make sure your uniform and apron are clean and freshly pressed! Make sure your low-heeled shoes are freshly shined! Carry them with you when you come but don't wear them. I will be inspecting you later! The rest of the day is yours to do with as you please. Enjoy it and don't call me! Completely shocked, he continued to stare at the note without reading it. Most of the day off! It was so unexpected. Mel had never indicated anything like that. Other than the order by buy more diapers that he really needed, she hadn't given him any instructions for anything till the time she had specified. Nothing at all. Not even a demand to drink another baby bottle. Thinking about the bottles, which had always been first on her list, he realized he was thirsty. Since he had nothing else in the house to drink, he went to his refrigerator and pulled one of the many bottles out and put it to his lips. Sucking on it, he headed back towards his blow-up mattress to figure out what to do with his morning. His eyes fell on the maid's dress that was still in the pile where he had dumped it when he came in last night. She had mentioned clean and pressed. The dress still had some faint creases from where it had been folded in the package. He didn't even have an iron. As he sat down on his blow-up mattress with his bottle, he figured he could buy an iron. Heck, he probably needed one anyway. Buying an iron was something he would have had to do anyway since he had just moved in. Was there anything else he needed while he was at it? He decided to make a list. He got up again and poked through some of the boxes that were stacked in his room till he found an old notebook to write on. He went out to the living room and pulled his pen out of his purse. Then he went back to his mattress again. Five bags of diapers. An iron. Then he realized that he'd probably have to get an ironing board to go with the iron, so he added that to the list. Mel had said he had to have his shoes freshly shined so he added shoe polish. But what else did he need? Nothing was coming to his mind right away so he nursed on his bottle while he tried to think of things. He didn't think that going to the store was going to take all that long so he also tried to figure out what else he could do for the rest of the day? He had no ideas. Mel rolled over in bed and stretched. It felt good to be lazy and sleep in for a change. The many orgasms she had enjoyed at Chad's expense last night still left her feeling wonderful. The fact that her period was all but over wasn't hurting either. She thought about Chad and the note she had left him last night. She wouldn't be seeing him today until much later. They had been stuck too closely together for a long time now. They both needed a little bit of space for a change. She thought again about what she had put into her note. Not much really. But hopefully, today Chad would start to realize that even in his freedom he was on a very short leash. She needed some coffee. She got out of bed and headed towards her coffee maker, thinking about Chad in his maid's uniform all the way. Chad decided he was hungry and immediately thought about his favorite fast-food place. He had most of the day ahead of him, time to start making the most of it. He got up from his mattress and headed into the bathroom to clean up. He carefully removed his diapers and climbed into the shower to wash the mess off. He soaped himself up with the flowery scented soap that he had now and washed his hair with the equally fragrant shampoo. When he was done, he dried himself off, taking extra care around the chastity device that he couldn't remove so as not to hurt himself by pulling on it too much. He shaved with his pink razor using the moisturizer instead of shaving cream because it was all Mel allowed him to have. His legs! Mel had said he needed to shave them today! He had never done that before himself. He turned the shower back on and climbed back in, this time with his razor. He quickly discovered how difficult it was to shave his own legs. He bent over this way and that way, trying to reach different parts of his legs, sometimes feeling like he was going to drown from the constant shower water streaming over him. He put one leg up on the edge of the tub to reach places and then the other. It was difficult, not at all like trying to shave his face. And it took a whole lot longer. When he finally finished, he got out of the shower again and re-dried himself. Mel's note had said that he could do whatever he wanted. As far as he could see, that included not wearing diapers, or anything else he didn't want to wear. He didn't have any underwear other than diapers, but he could easily go without. He left his bathroom and opened his bedroom closet. There was a very disappointing selection of clothing to choose from. The only male clothes in the closet that he could get to, were his shirts. No male pants or shoes or socks or underwear. Being able to wear what he wanted still didn't leave him many options. Feeling a bit despondent over it and not having a whole lot of choice, he selected a shirt and a pair of women's slacks. He put his shirt on and buttoned it up. It felt like total freedom. No girdle, not even a bra under it. Absolutely wonderful. He wasn't as happy about pulling the women's slacks on, especially with no underwear at all, but still, not wearing diapers felt like a tiny victory. He stared down at the shoes. There was really no choice other than the low heeled pumps. All the others were high heels and today he was trying to be as male as he could, or at least less noticeably a sissy. The clothing choices available to him just weren't helping. As he was about to slip the shoes on, he suddenly felt the urge to pee and before he could react, he discovered that he was wetting himself. He ran back to the bathroom, still peeing all the way. It didn't stop till he got to the middle of his bathroom floor. He stood there, angry at himself for wetting like that. Why had he done it? Then another realization hit him. Why didn't he stop it? That was totally stupid! He could have held it easily. Why didn't he? His slacks were soaked, as were his legs. He had to go back into the shower once again to rinse off. While he was in there, he realized that part of his problem was that Mel now had him so used to peeing constantly that he wasn't holding back anymore. All his muscles were totally relaxed. He wasn't even trying to control himself. He decided right then and there that he had to start controlling himself constantly now, no matter what Mel put him through. He tried to tighten all those muscles, just to flex them. He hadn't done it in a long time now... days probably! But he was having a problem doing it. It was like he couldn't remember how to tighten them. There were muscles there, but his brain seemed to be looking in the wrong place to make them react. It actually took him a couple of minutes to figure out how to tighten those muscles again. He was only able to tighten them a little bit at first, but once he had done it a few times, it became almost normal again. The only problem now was that keeping them tight didn't feel normal. It seemed to be very difficult to do... and it certainly wasn't comfortable! He couldn't believe how affective all her baby bottles had become. Frighteningly affective! If he hadn't caught himself now, he realized that she might just have won the bet, and all too quickly. But he was fighting back now, and he was more determined than ever. From his prior research, he knew that it took about three weeks for a person to really form new habits. But he was peeing unconsciously in his diapers now without ever giving it another thought, and it had only been two weeks. He found that thought, not only disconcerting, but strangely, arousing. Fortunately, his tiny little member made no effort to grow any larger and he never felt any little pinpricks of pain from his chastity device. When he got out of the shower again, he decided that it was easier to leave those muscles relaxed where they felt more comfortable and normal, and then he could always control himself only when the need arose. But because of that, he decided to err on the cautious side and wear just one diaper... just in case! As he pulled his second pair of women's slacks on for the day, he was aware that even though he was wearing a diaper, the slacks felt better and more comfortable because he had some kind of underwear on under them. Just to be different, and to try to disguise the fact that his pants were women's, he decided to try pulling his shirt out and not tuck it in. The tails of his button down shirt hung fairly low. It looked a bit sloppy, but overall, he was very pleased with the effect. Unfortunately, that effect was ruined a bit more as he finally slipped his low heeled pumps on. But what choice did he have? Other than high heels. He headed for his door and picked up his purse. He was tempted to leave it behind, but he was only planning on going through the drive through, so nobody would actually see it. Hooking it over his arm, he walked happily out his door and down to his car. Mel walked around her apartment wondering what to do with herself. Normally, before Chad, she would have spent several hours on either Saturday or Sunday, or both, doing laundry and cleaning her apartment. But she had Chad now to do that for her. It was wonderful, but now what was she supposed to do with her free time? She had some work that she had brought home with her that needed to be done, but she didn't really feel like doing it just then. She could go shopping, but most of the stores probably wouldn't be open for a little while yet. She sat down in a chair in her living room and tried to figure out what she wanted to do. She had no idea. Her thoughts naturally turned to Chad. She wondered what he was doing. Chad carried his fast-food breakfast up the steps along with his coffee, still in its cup. He let himself into his apartment and set it all down on the kitchen counter. He took a sip directly from the cup. No baby bottles! A distinct pleasure. He ate his sandwich greedily. With no suppositories in his system, he enjoyed it even more since there would be less of a chance of something else happening. When he was done with his breakfast, he wandered around his apartment for a bit because he had nothing better to do. He wiped his kitchen counters down even though they really didn't need it and he did the same with his bathroom. He would have cleaned his toilet but since it was wrapped up in so many layers of Mel's cling wrap, that was impossible. Mostly he avoided looking at the toilet because it made him feel funny. It was too much of a direct reminder of what he could no longer do. Straightening up his apartment hadn't taken very long so he went back to his living room and sat down in his one and only chair. He had no TV. He couldn't do laundry because he didn't have a washer or a dryer. He couldn't get on the internet because he not only didn't have an internet connection, but his wife - make that ex-wife, had gotten their computer in the agreement. He briefly wondered if Mel might spring for a new laptop too when he finally won this bet. The boredom finally got to him and he realized that he had been putting off leaving his apartment again. It was time to get the shopping over with. He got up and grabbed his purse again and stopped. Did he really need his purse? He only needed his keys and his wallet and his cell phone. But Mel had said that he always needed to carry his purse now. Just in case she might be watching when he walked out, he decided to carry the purse just to his car. Once he got to the stores, he could leave it in the car and just carry his wallet and keys in his hands. He headed for his door and had to stop again as he felt the urge to pee come over him quickly. He was able to stop it, but not until some had already leaked out into his diaper. He was more glad than ever now that he had decided to wear the diaper. The thought that he had been able to control himself even somewhat, made him smile. But he had another problem now, should he just pee into his diaper like he had been doing, or try to get undressed and pee into the tub instead. Unfortunately, the urge was quickly growing stronger... too strong. With a sigh of relief, he let it out into his diaper. Then, because he didn't want to wear the wet diaper to go shopping, he went back to change it. The decision to change himself also gave him a reason to delay going out in public again. He was happy about that as well. Once he was changed into a fresh diaper and fully dressed again, he had no further reason to put things off. He grabbed his heavy purse and went down to his car. He stopped at a drug store first to get the five packages of diapers. He didn't want to carry his purse inside so he just grabbed his keys, his wallet, and his cell phone. His hands were a bit full, but at least it wouldn't be as noticeable or embarrassing as if he had the purse with him too. He got out of his car and headed into the store. As far as he knew, with his shirt untucked, the only thing really sissy that was visible about him was his shoes, oh, and his stupid electric pink fingernails. But hopefully, nobody would notice. There were a few customers in the store when he walked in, but it was still early enough that there weren't too many. Something he was glad to see! He knew very well where the adult diaper aisle was and he headed straight for it. But when he got there, he discovered that they only had two bags of the diapers he needed. Should he get the two bags or go somewhere else? He finally decided to get just the two bags. With his keys and his wallet in his left hand and his cell phone in his right hand, he pulled out one package from the bottom shelf. He fumbled around with it till he got it stashed precariously under his left arm where he was carrying his keys and wallet. The large bag was awkward to carry with his hands so full. Then he tried to reach for the second bag. But the only hand he had to grab the bag with was only partially useful because he was still holding his cell phone. He finally nudged the bag out to where he could try to pick it up. It was a bit difficult to do, but he finally got it off the shelf and grabbed it with just a few of his fingers. He stood up and got halfway down the aisle, and the first bag slipped out from under his arm and fell to the floor. To pick it up, he transferred the bag in his right hand under his left arm where the fallen package had been. Then to make matters easier, he also carefully transferred his cell phone to his left hand as well so that he would have all the fingers of his right hand available to pick up and hold the second package. He found that it worked much better that way. He was almost to the checkout counter though when he realized that he was having trouble holding onto his wallet, cell phone, and keys in one hand all at the same time. He managed to get everything almost to the check-out counter when his cell phone slipped out and fell to the hard tile floor. He stepped back to see where his phone had landed and immediately saw that the cover had cracked at the hinge. He was so angry he wanted to kick the phone. But he controlled his anger as best he could. Feeling devastated by what he had just done, he dropped the two huge diaper bags on the counter and picked up his cell phone. He looked at it carefully. Broken! No doubt about it. He was going to have to get a new one. He paid for the packages of diapers with his credit card so he wouldn't have to deal with bills and change, and the clerk put each of the packages of diapers into a separate bag because the store didn't have any bags big enough to hold more than one. As he lugged the two big bags out to his car, he mentally cursed himself for dropping his phone, and for not carrying his purse which would have made it all easier, and finally for entering the bet in the first place. Unhappily, he drove out of the parking lot in search of another drug store that would carry the diapers he needed. When he pulled into the parking lot of the next store, he sat and thought for a minute. He didn't need to carry his cell phone anymore, the darn thing was broken. But he still had to carry his wallet and his keys. He would also have to carry three more of the big bags of diapers. The first drug store hadn't had any shopping carts. This one didn't either - at least he didn't remember seeing any from his previous visits. Carrying the three big bags of diapers at the same time was going to be difficult enough. He didn't want to make matters worse by also carrying his wallet and keys separately. Bowing to the inevitable, he threw his wallet and keys back into his purse and picked it up as he left his car. Cursing all women for not having the sense to have decent pockets in all their clothes, he went into the store in search of more diapers. He felt like such a fool carrying his purse around inside the store. He could only imagine what the other customers had to be thinking. He was wearing women's slacks... but the top of them were covered by the long tails of his shirt which made him feel better. He was wearing women's shoes... no buts there, nothing to make him feel more confident at all - except the fact that at least they weren't high heels. His fingernails were an all too noticeably pink, which made him feel more self-conscious than ever. No, he didn't want to think about what everybody else was thinking about him. None of it would be good. Even with the tails of his shirt covering the top of his slacks, everything about him still said, "sissy." As quickly as he could, he found the adult diaper aisle and the diapers he needed. The store only had three bags left - was there a run on them or something? He put his purse over his arm and managed to precariously juggle all three huge packages of diapers in his arms. Why didn't the store have shopping carts? He knew the answer... because people didn't usually buy so many large packages in that store at the same time. When he got to the checkout counter, he had to wait behind two other people. Something he wasn't at all happy about. He prayed that the big bags would cover up and keep people from noticing his fingernails - and possibly his purse. But the longer he had to wait, the more he worried. What would people think about him buying three bags of diapers like he was, especially with his pink nails and carrying a purse? And then he heard a slight snigger. He turned around slightly and saw a woman was now in line behind him. She had noticed something, but he wasn't sure what. What he was sure about though, was that she was doing her best not to laugh at him. He wanted to say something that might explain it all, but there was no good explanation. His embarrassment and discomfort grew as he waited in a line that didn't seem to be moving at all. It took forever for the two customers ahead of him to pay for their things and leave. While he waited, he vowed that he would do everything he could to get out of there as fast as he could. As soon as his turn came, he set the three packages down on the counter and grabbed his purse. The woman behind him sniggered some more, he paused only slightly before he quickly dug out his wallet. "Did you find everything you need?" the clerk asked him as he was pulling his wallet out. He looked up at her, she was smiling a little too broadly at him. He had no doubt that she was inwardly laughing at him. "Yes, thank you," he replied as he opened his wallet, willing her to hurry up. But she hadn't even started to ring up his purchases yet. "You know, we're having a special today on everything in the store if you have a coupon. Fifteen percent off. Do you have a coupon?" Chad was quickly convinced that the girl was trying to purposely slow things down so she could laugh at him longer. Gritting his teeth, he replied, "No, I don't have a coupon." "I have some extra advertising papers here," she said as she picked up a few newspapers from the counter, "would you like me to see if I can find one for you?" Chad wanted to scream. "No thank you." Almost reluctantly, the girl began scanning his packages of diapers, one at a time. She hit a key on her register and told him the price. He handed her his credit card. She processed his card and handed it back to him while she waited for the receipt to print. She finally handed it to him along with a pen. As he was signing the receipt she said, "Pretty nails." He said nothing because what he wanted to say would not have been very nice at all. "Do you want bags for those?" the girl asked after she had gotten the receipt back. Chad again gritted his teeth. "Yes please." The bags would make carrying them much easier. Plus, it would help to hide what it was that he was buying. Again he had to wait while she first hunted around to find large bags, which she eventually found right where she had been standing to begin with. Then all too slowly, she put the packages of diapers into the bags. "Have a nice day," she said as she finally finished. Chad said nothing as he quickly grabbed the bags and left. He heard undisguised laughter behind him. Ugh! If he hadn't been absolutely sure that Mel would punish him badly if he didn't iron his maid's dress, he would have gone straight home and avoided any more embarrassment. But thinking about the ways she had punished him before, forced him onward. The closest store that he figured would have an iron and ironing board was Target, and he headed straight there. It was horribly crowded and he was very tempted to leave, but the morning was wearing on and he figured that on a Saturday, things would only get worse anywhere he went. Throwing caution to the wind, he grabbed his purse and headed inside, feeling more foolish than ever. Target had lots of shopping carts and he immediately grabbed one. He put his purse in the child's seat of the basket and pushed it out into the main part of the store. With his purse in the basket, he thought he'd feel a little better about it, but it almost felt like he was showing the darn thing off instead. He moved it down to the bottom of the cart so that it wouldn't be so visible. Now all he had to worry about was his shoes and his all-too pink fingernails. He wrapped both his hands around the handle of his cart in such a way that would make his nails less visible - he hoped. The store was packed with shoppers. Worse, he didn't really know where to look for an iron in the store, so he was forced to walk up and down most of the aisles looking for them until he finally found them. He didn't want to spend very long there, so he quickly picked one out. Then he looked further down the aisle for an ironing board to go with it. He grabbed one that came with a pad and threw it quickly into his cart on top of his purse. He was half-way back to the checkout counters when he remembered that he needed shoe polish too. He quickly turned his cart toward the back of the store in search of the shoe department. He realized that he was having to traverse all too much of the store in search of a few simple items. Why couldn't they have all been in the very front? He easily found the shoes, but where was the polish? Not anywhere that he could see. But he figured that the store had to have some. There were people looking at shoes in every one of the shoe aisles so he had to leave his cart at the ends as he walked into each one to quickly search for the polish. He finally spotted a store worker stocking shelves in the very last aisle. He didn't want to do it, but he decided to ask. "Excuse me," he said to the woman. "Yes?" she asked as she looked him in the face. He realized that she wasn't looking anywhere else. Good! "Do you have any shoe polish?" he asked. "Sure," she replied as she bent down to put the box she was holding on the floor. But then she noticed his shoes. She seemed to stare at them for a moment. Then as her gaze came up again, but it stopped at his hands. Chad wanted to scream. "Very pretty," she said as she kept looking at his nails. He wanted to hide them behind his back, but he forced himself to keep them at his sides. "The shoe polish?" he asked again. "Oh, it's back this way. It's kind of hard to find because it's on the back wall." He already knew it was hard to find. She led the way toward the back wall and pointed to it. "Thank you," he said politely, but with an ounce of irritation. But she didn't leave right away. "Oh, by the way," she said, "there's a sale on women's dress shoes today." She was staring at the shoes he was wearing. Chad wanted to scream. He didn't want to buy women's shoes. All he wanted was some shoe polish. "No thank you," he replied politely but with even more irritation. "I just thought you'd like to know," the woman said. And still she didn't leave. "Thank you," Chad replied and quickly searched for what he needed. He picked up a can of black shoe polish and then as an afterthought, grabbed a shoe-shine kit that would have rags and brushes in it. The woman followed him back the way he had come, all the way to his cart. "Anything else you need?" she asked as he put the items in his cart. Chad noticed she seemed to be looking all too closely at his pants. "No thanks," Chad replied. He quickly pushed his cart away from there. The woman had been nice, but all too interested in him. The checkout line was long and slow. Once again, he felt all too close to way too many people. There was no way to fully hide his hands... which seemed to call most of the attention to him. The only good thing, he realized, was that Mel wasn't there to humiliate him further by asking if he had wet his diapers yet. But that thought didn't help a whole lot - especially when he suddenly realized that he needed to pee pretty badly again while he was standing there. At least this time, none escaped before he caught it. But once again, the urge to pee was building all too quickly - and the line he was in was moving all too slowly. Realizing that he had no other choice, he allowed himself to wet his diapers while he was standing there. At least he was so used to doing that now that he could do it without anyone else realizing that he was wetting himself. He just hoped that his now thicker diapers wouldn't show under his pants. Since he wasn't wearing a girdle to hold it all in, that was a much bigger possibility. When it was finally his turn at the checkout counter, he put everything but the ironing board on the conveyer belt. The girl ringing up the sale took care of those things first, then she grabbed a hand held scanner and came around to scan the ironing board. But she noticed his purse in the bottom of the basket under the board. She moved the board out of the way and started to grab his purse to look for a price. "That's mine," he said quickly. She looked up at him very surprised and quickly noticed his fingernails. She looked back down at the purse in his cart then back at him. "Sorry," she said as she walked back around to the register. As he pulled his purse out of his cart, he heard a few chuckles from the people nearby. He hated his life once again. As he signed the credit card receipt, he felt all too exposed and humiliated by his pink nails and the purse slung over his arm. But what choice did he have? He was glad he had no other stops to make as he drove straight home as quickly as he could. When he got home, he had to make all too many trips to carry everything from his car up to his apartment, all the while hoping that Cassie and Sandy wouldn't come out to tease him. He was very glad when they didn't. As he kicked his door closed after the last load, he dropped everything on the floor along with everything else he had just carried up, and looked at his watch. He was amazed to see that it was already lunch time. Where had the time gone? The trips to the store had taken him all morning! Worse, after looking at his watch, he realized that he was hungry again! He was frustrated. If he had known it was so late he would have stopped on the way home earlier. Feeling like he had no other choice, he once again headed back down to his car. Mel was bored. Her TV set was on, but she wasn't really watching it. All she could think about was Chad. She had done nothing all morning because she could never decide what she wanted to do. What she really wanted was to have Chad under her thumb again so she could feel the power from it. That was all she could think about all morning. Chad, Chad, Chad! She knew it wasn't right that she should feel that way, but she couldn't help it. She glanced at her clock. Lunch time. The morning had dragged by and still too many hours till he would show up at her door. She got up from her chair and put a diet TV dinner in the microwave for lunch. At least it gave her something to do. As Chad walked back up the stairs with his lunch, he dwelled on his love for fast-food restaurants. He decided that the best thing about them was that he didn't have to get out of the car and expose himself to anybody. Whoever was working the window and handed him his food could only see a little bit of him, and then he would be gone and he wouldn't have to think about it again. He sipped at his drink as he walked up the stairs. He suddenly felt the need to pee again and let it out before he remembered to stop himself. He mentally berated himself slightly when he realized it. He also worried that the single diaper he was wearing might leak now, but he was fairly sure it could hold it all with no problems. He'd change again as soon as he finished eating. Once inside, he sat in the only chair he had and ate while he stared at the pile of things he had dropped on the floor earlier. He looked at the pile because he had nothing else to look at, not even an interesting picture on the wall to enjoy. It was so depressing. He decided that if he got the chance, he'd ask Mel if he could at least buy himself a picture for his walls. Anything was better than looking at nothing - or the only thing that was hanging from his walls - the contract for the bet. Unfortunately, looking at the pile reminded him that he still had things to do before he went to see Mel later, and those things would probably take a little while to finish. Mel glanced at her clock one more time. She had been reading a romance novel to help fill the time. But now it was nearly time for Chad to arrive. Close enough anyway. She put her book away and found herself staring at her door, waiting for him. How ridiculous. She really needed a life. She had friends, but she rarely ever called them, and as result, they rarely called her. She wasn't dating now, and hadn't since she ended her last engagement. She had no life right now, which was sad. She realized that Chad had suddenly replaced everything else in her life with this bet. And the funny thing was, it was thrilling her like nothing else had ever done. Why? She didn't know. But she was smart enough to just accept it. Maybe when the bet was finished and she had won she would start dating again, but not right now. Right now she was more interested in Chad... and the power she could feel from controlling him... not to mention his tantalizing little tongue. Now... where was he? Chad stood in front of his door and took a deep breath. He was ready to go, physically if not mentally. He was worried about what Mel might have in store for him today. Obviously she had something in mind because of the way she had worded her note to him last night. After wearing only one diaper under his clothes all morning, he was surprised to discover that wearing two felt more normal. He certainly worried a lot less about leaking with the two diapers on. He had chosen a pair of heels that he hadn't worn in a while. Most of his shoes had very high heels and these were actually the lesser of several evils. While the heel on them was about three inches high, they were actually fairly comfortable. And if Mel had him running around her apartment for a long time doing who knew what, then that comfort would be very welcome indeed. With his pink diaper bag slung over his right shoulder, his purse hung on his left arm, his dress and apron neatly pressed and on a hanger also hung over his left arm, and his low heeled shoes in his right hand, he took one more deep breath to steady himself, and awkwardly opened his door and stepped out to go to Mel's apartment. Chad was two minutes late by her clock when she finally heard him knocking on her door. She opened it almost immediately and stood there waiting. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait very long. "Hello, Mistress," Chad said as he tried to curtsey while his arms were so full. She smiled and replied. "Hello, Sissy." Then she stepped back and let him into her apartment. He walked in and she closed the door. He was standing there, waiting. She walked around him, looking at him. "Are you wearing two fresh diapers?" she asked. Chad was surprised by her question. "Of course." "Where's your pacifier?" Chad grimaced. "I forgot it again." "I'll punish you for that later!" She continued to look him over. "You still need a lot of work on your makeup," she noted as she looked closely at his face. He said nothing, but just stood there as she continued to look at him. She noticed the gap between the bottom of his pants and the top of his shoes. She was glad to see it. It looked like he was wearing about three inch heels today. But then most of his heels were at least that high. His padded breasts didn't stick out quite as far as she would like and they weren't totally even in size, but they were close enough that she didn't care. She looked at the things he was carrying. The dress and apron were on a hanger and looked well pressed and the shoes in his hand gleamed perfectly. "Go hang your dress in my bedroom and leave the shoes there too. Bring everything else out with you again." Chad still wasn't quite sure what was going on. Why was she bothering to look him over so closely? But he did as he was told. He was glad to get most of the things out of his arms. "You're late!" she said as soon as he came back out again. He was clearly surprised. "I am? I'm sorry Mistress. I didn't know." "What does your watch say?" she asked with a hint of annoyance in her voice. He looked at it. "It's three minutes after now." She looked up at her clock. "My clock says five minutes after!" Chad couldn't believe that she would be so picky over two minutes. He searched for words to apologize but couldn't find any. But she didn't seem to be looking for an apology. Instead he watched as she went to her purse and pulled her cell phone out. "I always keep my clocks set to the same time as my cell phone," she said as she glanced from her phone to her clock. "They match. What time does your cell phone have?" Chad had a feeling he was about to be in big trouble. He pulled his cell phone out of his purse and looked at it. There was no time available for him to read since the thing was broken. He held it up to show her. "It's not showing a time anymore," he replied. "I accidently dropped it this morning and broke it." "You what?" she said as she grabbed it from him. "How could you be so careless?" She opened the top, or tried to. The entire flip front came off in her hands. "You're going to have to get another one first thing this afternoon. I can't have you without one. I have to know I can reach you at anytime. You should have gotten a new one earlier on your own time!" "I was too busy," he replied. "Doing what? The only thing I asked you to get was more diapers!" Chad sighed. "It wasn't that easy today. I had to go to several stores to find enough. Then later I had to get an iron and ironing board and that took a long time too." Mel grinned to herself as she turned her back to grab her purse. She could just imagine how it all went. "Good," she replied, "you can tell me all about it while we're driving." Then she opened the door and held it wide for him to go through first. Chad suddenly realized that he was going out shopping again. He only hoped that it would be to just buy him a new cell phone and that would be all. But he had a bad feeling that they would be making other stops too. Mel drove them first to the store where Chad had gotten his cell phone before. As they were walking from the car to the store, Chad realized that he was not only scared again, but also getting that mental sexual arousal again. Earlier in the day when he had been shopping by himself, he had only felt nervous and scared over the way he was dressed in public. But now, with Mel, it was different. Yes he was scared - very! But with Mel along, there was also more of a feeling of sexual excitement about it too. He was thrilled to be feeling it. He was even more thrilled that his chastity device wasn't giving him any problems at all. Scared but still enjoying his excited glow, he held the door of the store open for Mel to enter ahead of him. The store was packed with people. Way too many people. Not only for his comfort, but for anyone's comfort. Chad had to take a number and wait his turn. While they waited, Mel left him and walked around to look at the many displays of phones that were available. When she came back a little while later she said, "I want you to get a pink one!" "Pink?" She had caught him off guard again. He had just gotten his current phone during the break up with his wife - make that ex-wife. He was planning on getting exactly what he already had. "Why? I was planning on getting the same thing I already had." Mel raised her eyebrow at him. "Are you questioning what I'm telling you to do?" Chad backed off quickly. "No, Mistress." "Curtsey when you say that!" Chad was horribly embarrassed, but he dropped a quick curtsey and said, "No, Mistress," one more time. He suddenly noticed a lot more people staring even closer at him than they were before. Mel felt the thrill of power over him again. She too was aware of all the people staring, but she didn't care. In fact, she loved it. "You're a sissy!" she said in no uncertain terms and not lowering her voice at all. "Pink is a better color for a sissy. Don't you think?" Chad was burning with embarrassment now. "Yes, Mistress," he replied as he dropped yet another curtsey. Somewhere in the crowd, someone laughed a bit. He felt so small. Mel, standing in front of him, looked nothing but pleased. He also felt a small surge of sexual thrill over it - any more of a thrill, and he would be feeling the bite of his chastity device again. He was suddenly a lot more worried about that. When they finally called his number, Mel told the salesman what phone she wanted Chad to buy. The entire exchange took a long time since he had to find the right phone then set it up. Chad was grateful that the salesman had to stare at his computer more than at him. But a little while later, Chad walked out with a pink cell phone in his purse - while most of the people in the store were still watching him all too closely. He just knew that there was a big hole in the ground somewhere around him that he could fall into and never be seen again. He was hoping that they would go home after that, but Mel was heading in the opposite direction. She stopped instead at the same store where she had taken him before to buy the women's pants. He felt the panic in him rising once again. When they got inside, Mel started heading toward where they had gotten his slacks before, but her attention was caught by the bright jewelry counter near the front. She started looking over all the pretty things carefully while Chad stood back and watched her. "May I help you?" the saleswoman asked Mel as she was looking at everything. Chad saw the saleswoman keeping a very careful eye on him, more so than on Mel. "Just looking today," Mel replied without ever looking up from the display. But immediately something in the case caught her eye. "Oh, I really like that!" she said, pointing to something in the case. The saleswoman was quick to pull out the tray of jewelry that Mel had been looking at so Mel could see it closer. From behind her, Chad could see that she was looking at some necklaces. Mel picked one up in her fingers to look at it closer. Then she picked up another one and looked at that. Chad could see now that it was a simple gold heart shaped piece with a small light green stone offset in it. "I just love this one with the green stone," Mel said as she pulled one of them away from the tray. She held it up to her neck and looked in the nearby mirror, admiring it. "It looks lovely on you," the saleswoman said. "And green is a good color for you." "Yes it is," Mel replied without thinking. Then she turned and looked straight at the saleswoman. "But pink is a better color for him." Chad felt his face suddenly turn very red as the saleswoman stared even harder at him. "I'll take both of them," Mel said with an almost evil look in her eye. "The green one for me and the pink one for Sissy." Chad wanted to look around for another hole to fall into as the saleswoman stared at him one more time. And this time, she looked far more amused than before. As she pulled the two necklaces out and started to put them into boxes, Mel asked her. "You wouldn't happen to have any rings that match the pink one do you?" The saleswoman seemed surprised, but quickly answered. "Yes, we do. Right over here." But when Mel told her that she wanted the ring for Sissy, she no longer looked surprised at all. Chad was horrified to find himself trying to stick rings with bright pink stones onto the ring finger of his right hand. One, with an all too big stone almost fit, but fortunately it wasn't quite large enough to go over his knuckle. He was very glad! But his glee didn't last long because the saleswoman told them that the jeweler was in the store that day and she could see if he would resize it before they left. Mel jumped at the opportunity and Chad watched as the saleswoman carried the ring to the back of the store. Mel looked at him with that evil grin again. Chad just felt screwed. While they waited, Mel continued to look at all the jewelry. But then something else caught her eye. "Sissy. Come here. Look at this." Chad dutifully went to see what she was looking at. Watches! "I want you to buy this one," she told him as she pointed to one of them. "That way we'll both know that your watch works well too!" Chad looked at the one she was pointing at. It was a mix of both gold and silver and appeared to have some tiny crystals around the tiny rectangular face and on the band. The watch looked more like a bracelet than a watch. "But I don't need a new watch," he complained. "I don't care," Mel replied, leaving him no doubt about it. But Chad still wasn't happy. "But it doesn't have the date or do anything else. It doesn't even look like it lights up!" "It's a watch, not a Swiss army knife! And you're getting it!" Chad looked at the price. At least it wasn't too expensive. In his irritation he suddenly felt the urge to pee and caught himself starting to release it before he could hold back. Fortunately, only little had escaped. The saleswoman finally returned with the ring. "He was able to make it a little bigger right away," she said proudly as she displayed the ring. Chad held out his hand for her and she slipped the ring onto his finger and just over his knuckle. Chad felt both disappointed that the ring fit this time and another wave of sexual arousal because it fit. "Oh, it's perfect," Mel gushed as she grabbed his hand to look closer. "Here, let's put the necklace on with it." She grabbed the heart- shaped necklace with the pink stone and pulled it around his neck and fastened it behind him. "Very pretty," the saleswoman said as soon as she had done it. Mel picked up the other necklace with the green stone and fastened it around her own neck. "I just love them," she said as she once again admired herself in the small mirror. Chad didn't look at himself in the mirror, he was embarrassed enough. As Mel reached for her purse, she told the saleswoman, "I'll pay for these things now, but he'll be buying one of the watches you have over there too." The saleswoman looked surprised again, but also very happy. Chad had no doubt that they were making her day with all the sales. As to his day? That was another question. After he had paid for his new watch, and it was prominently decorating his wrist, Mel took his old watch and put it into her purse. "I'll just hold this for you for a while," she said as she did it. Chad had the sudden feeling that he might never see his old watch again. He already missed it. His new watch was not only way too feminine, but the dial was so small he could hardly read it! As he had expected, Mel led him back to the same section where they had found the slacks for him last time. Unfortunately, the same woman who had helped them in the dressing room the last time was there and immediately recognized them. "Welcome back," she said all too merrily as they approached. "Can I help you again?" Mel seemed delighted to see her, even if Chad wasn't. "He needs another pair of slacks," Mel told her. "Of course," the woman replied. Then she looked him over carefully. "I see you've made a few changes," she said. "I love his necklace." "We just bought that a few minutes ago up front," Mel replied. The woman smiled as she looked at Mel. Then she noticed Mel's necklace. "And I love your necklace too," she said. "And they almost match!" Mel seemed pleased at the compliment to her necklace... a sentiment that Chad didn't feel at all about his. "So, another pair of pants?" she asked as she looked back at Chad. "Yes, please. I think this time we need a pair that's a bit longer to cover the heel a bit more." "Of course. That will be easier. Finding ones that were short enough last time was a problem." That was news to Chad. "Do you want me to bring you some to the changing room again?" "That would be great," Mel replied. "You were such a big help last time." Chad wasn't sure, but he got the impression that Mel and the saleswoman were exchanging some evil smiles together. A few minutes later, Chad was standing in the dressing room with his shoes and pants off, waiting for someone to bring him something to try on. The curtain was abruptly pulled aside and both the saleswoman and Mel were there holding a few pairs of slacks. Chad realized that his diapers were all too visible under the pantyhose he was wearing. "Try these on first," Mel said as she handed him a pair. Chad took them from her, but he wasn't looking at her or the pants she held out. His eyes were watching the amused look on the saleswoman's face as she stared at his diapers. He turned around with the pants in his hand and was glad to hear Mel sliding the curtain closed again. He pulled the pants on. They fit fine in the waist, but the length was obviously too long. He walked out like that to show them. "Put your shoes on," Mel said as soon as she saw him. We can't tell if the length is right if you don't." Chad immediately went back in and slowly strapped his shoes on. He wasn't exactly happy about it though. This time, the pants didn't drag on the floor, but it was close. Once again the saleswoman checked the fit. "The length is good, I think," she said to Mel. She ran her hand over his diapered backside. "I just wish we didn't have to keep them so loose fitting in front. I have a lot more styles I could bring you if they could be tighter in the hips." "I don't want his diapers to be that obvious... yet," Mel replied. Chad was suddenly very grateful. "Maybe later, but not yet." That part, Chad wasn't happy to hear. Chad tried on three more pairs of slacks, each pair seemed to fit him just fine. But then Mel handed him a brightly colored skirt to try on. He looked at her with wide eyes. She just stared back at him for a moment then closed the curtain. That skirt was followed by more skirts and several dresses. Then he found himself trying on a variety of tops. He was getting really tired of trying on so many clothes. And all the while Mel and the saleswoman were talking about him and the clothes and touching him and pulling on the clothes to check the fit of everything. It was really getting tiresome! When they were finally finished, Mel had selected only one pair of the slacks, but she had also selected two skirts and four of the tops. Chad wasn't very happy about any of it, and by that time, he just wanted to get out of there. But as Mel started to drape the things she had chosen for him to buy over his arm to carry, he again felt the urge to pee. This time he caught himself first. But he was only able to hold it for a few seconds before the urge was too strong for him to hold anymore and he had to let it out. Unfortunately, that was the exact moment when Mel asked, all too loudly, in front of the saleswoman. "Do you need to pee yet?" Chad could feel himself blushing under his makeup. "No Mistress, I just finished." "You just finished what?" Mel asked with a gleam in her eye. Chad tried to drop a small curtsey. "I just finished wetting my diapers, Mistress," he said. The saleswoman went into a fit of laughter. When they left the store, Chad was praying that they could go home now, but once again Mel was heading in the opposite direction. What now? Chad didn't have to wait long to find out as Mel pulled into the parking lot in front of the book store. Books? Once inside, Mel led them slowly toward the back of the store as she carefully checked the contents of each aisle. Chad was just glad that there weren't many people in the store, and the ones he did see were more engrossed in looking at the books then in looking at him... most of them anyway. "Here we are!" Mel finally exclaimed as she turned down one of the aisles. Chad followed her and was surprised when she stopped in front of the cookbook section. He realized he shouldn't have been surprised at all. "I never expected you to be such a good cook," Mel stated as she started browsing through the titles. "Too good in fact. If I keep eating like I want to with your cooking I'm going to be as big as a blimp in no time!" Chad wasn't sure if she was complimenting him or making a joke. "So I want to find you a book on low-calorie cooking." That kind of made sense to him. He knew how he liked to prepare things for his own taste, but even his wife - make that ex-wife, had complained how fattening some of his creations could be. He just wasn't all that interested in the diet meals himself. Mel pulled out a book and started browsing through it, then she turned toward him. "You're the cook, maybe you should be looking too!" Chad got the hint and started pulling down books. He wasn't really a cook... well, maybe Mel saw him that way now, but he really just enjoyed dabbling a bit. Most of the books he glanced through looked good - at least the pictures did, but the more he read the recipes, the less interested he was. He set aside one or two to look through again. The more he looked, the more interested he found himself becoming. Diet cooking? Now that could be a real interesting challenge. The only problem was that all the things he liked the most weren't exactly diet. Between Mel and himself, they finally settled on one good sized cookbook which Mel was more than happy to pay for. As they walked out to the car, Mel told him, "I want you to pick out three or four meals in this book to prepare next week. Tomorrow when we go grocery shopping we'll get everything you need. So make a list." Grocery shopping? Chad had horrible flashbacks of his trip to the grocery store last week! He was so grateful when Mel finally pointed the car for home again. On the way, she pulled into another fast-food restaurant and ordered them both dinner to take home with them. Chad was grateful. He was more than ready to get his all too humiliating image back behind closed doors again. As soon as they were back inside Mel's apartment, she sent him to her room to change into his maid's dress. "When you come out, I expect you to be ready for my inspection!" she told him. Chad went into her bedroom and changed into his dress and low-heeled shoes. After wearing the higher heels for so long the low-heeled ones felt like heaven. He tied the apron around his waist and smoothed the front of it. He didn't know what else he could do since he had no idea what Mel might be looking for when she inspected him. He went back out to her living room to find her. She was in the kitchen, pouring the last of the drink she had just bought him into another baby bottle. She glanced up. "Just stand there in the middle of the living room till I'm finished." Chad waited the few moments it took her to finish what she was doing. Then she took a moment to wash and dry her hands before she came out to see him. "Are you ready for your inspection?" she asked. Chad immediately curtseyed and said "Yes, Mistress." Although he was really wondering what kind of new game she was playing now. "Stand up straight... straighter. Head up. Look straight ahead!" What did she think this was, the army? Chad did as he was told. "Put your feet together. Keep your hands at your side. Now stay that way." As Mel walked around him, she could literally feel the juices flowing in her all too moist sex. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this. As she looked him over closely, it was getting to her more and more. He really looked pretty good. There were a lot of areas though that needed improvement, but they were areas that were going to take time. His dress and apron were beautifully pressed. His shoes gleamed. His makeup... that was bad, real bad. And his hair... She loved the way his new necklace fell just short of the neckline of his dress. Perfect! His new watch was an improvement too. He was slowly looking more and more feminine, and that was what she loved. It was a "he" that was looking that way... because she was making him do it. That was power! She reached out and fussed with his apron bow behind his back, making it more even and puffing the bow up more. Then she stood in front of him with a very critical look on her face. "Your makeup is horrible! You need a lot more work young lady!" Chad's arousal suddenly soared the moment she called him 'young lady.' Had she slipped up? Either way, it was a thrilling moment. "Now go fix my dinner... and I expect my fries to be hot this time!" Chad immediately headed to the kitchen. Yes, the lower heeled shoes really felt good to him. So much more comfortable! His dress was a little tight, but basically pretty comfortable too. He could do without the white apron, but that was really no problem. He pulled her sandwich and fries out of the bag and noticed that his food wasn't in the bag anymore. He realized she had probably put them into the refrigerator already. He quickly checked. Yep! There they were. Getting cold. He went back to fixing her dinner, not only reheating her fries, but also the burger too. All too soon, he found himself standing in the corner again while she ate. It was really becoming quite a pain. The corner was boring, boring, boring! And she didn't even allow him to move. He finally noticed the slight urge to pee and he concentrated on it. It was at least something to think about, and besides, peeing felt good. Really good! The feeling built quickly and soon he found himself trying to hold it back. He mentally counted seconds to himself as he held it. He only got to twenty before the pressure became too intense and he started wiggling a bit to try to hold back longer. "Stop fidgeting!" Mel's voice cut through the room. He stood still and allowed himself to wet his diapers. Less than thirty seconds. Pitiful! He couldn't believe how much control he had already lost in this bet. If he hadn't realized that he was no longer holding back at all this morning, then Mel might really have won the bet - easily. Three weeks. That was the first milestone from his research. It took three weeks to form a habit. But after only two, he rarely ever thought about using a toilet anymore. He automatically went in his diapers and all too often gave it very little thought. It was as if she had somehow shaved an entire week off of that part. But fortunately, he had realized what was happening before it was too late. And he was fighting back now. His legs were beginning to cramp a bit and he shifted his weight and raised one foot barely off the floor. "Keep your feet down! Stand still!" It seemed like an eternity before Mel finally allowed him to leave his corner. She made him clean up the table and counters before she allowed him to sit on the floor and eat his dinner, along with three baby bottles of Coke. He wasn't really fond of cold hamburgers, and even less fond of cold French-fries, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He was hungry. As soon as he was done eating, Mel set him to cleaning her entire apartment again, even though it needed very little cleaning. She watched him closely from one of her chairs the entire time, all the while basking in the glow of her sexual arousal. She couldn't wait to have him between her legs again. And today her period was officially over. She hadn't even spotted all afternoon. But there was plenty of time for that later. She wanted to feel the power building slowly all evening first. Somebody knocked loudly on her door. The sudden interruption made Mel want to scream. She glanced at Sissy. He was looking at her, obviously scared. She wasn't going to let him run away though. "You're the maid. Go answer it!" Chad couldn't believe it. She wanted him to answer her door dressed like this? But he realized she was completely serious. Hesitantly, he went to the door and took a big breath before opening it to steady his nerves. Then he pulled the door open. "Hi!" Cassie said excitedly as soon as she saw him. "Aaaah! You're a maid today!" Sandy squealed from right next to her. "I love it! Let me see you!" Chad quickly turned back toward Mel. She was now walking toward them. "Don't just leave them standing there, Sissy. Let them in. And don't forget to greet them properly!" Chad stood back and held the door open for them. "Hello, Cassie," he said dropping a quick curtsey as the first girl walked past. "Hello, Sandy," he repeated as Sandy walked past. "Oh, he's adorable." Cassie said, not taking her eyes off of him. "He's getting there," Mel replied proudly. "He still needs a lot of work with his makeup I see," Sandy noticed. Mel sighed. "That's been a major problem so far. He's just not good at it. But really, I guess it hasn't been all that long and I've only been pushing a little bit at a time, so I guess the fault is partially mine." "Don't say that!" Cassie replied. "It's never your fault, girl!" "You want me to work with him a bit on it?" Sandy asked. "I used to do it in a department store for a while before I graduated." Mel looked surprised. "You did? I mean, did you do makeovers and stuff, or just sell the makeup." Cassie laughed. "Oh she did it all! Where do you think we met?" Mel seemed confused. "But you don't ever wear much makeup." "Oh, but she can be a real looker when she wants!" Sandy replied. "Trust me!" Mel didn't think she wanted to pursue that any further. "Do you really think you can help him though?" Sandy looked at Sissy's face critically. "I know I can!" "Have you ever done a guy before?" Mel asked next. Sandy laughed. "Not yet, but hopefully soon!" The three women laughed. "You call that a guy?" Cassie asked. And they all laughed again while Chad felt his face turn red again. The three women went into the living room to sit down, talking and laughing as they walked, leaving Chad standing alone. Mel turned back to him before she sat down. "Why aren't you cleaning?" Chad instantly got back to doing what he was doing before he had been interrupted. He couldn't hear much of what they were talking about since they were all ignoring him and he was mostly in other parts of Mel's apartment. But it didn't seem like very long at all before Mel yelled to him, "Sissy, our company is leaving. Please get the door and say goodbye." Chad hurried from the bathroom to the living room where all three women were standing by the door waiting for him. He dropped a quick curtsey and said goodbye to both Sandy and Cassie. Then he opened the door for them. "Oooo!" Sandy said as she walked out, "I can't wait till tomorrow!" When they had gone, Chad closed the door again and turned toward Mel. "Tomorrow?" "Yes, Sissy. Sandy is taking you shopping for more makeup before we go grocery shopping. Isn't that wonderful?" Chad wasn't sure at all about that. "Yes, Mistress," he replied half- heartedly as he dropped yet another curtsey. "Oh, and I've invited them both to dinner tomorrow night. So whatever you decide you're going to be cooking, make sure that you get plenty of food for all three of us." Dinner - for all of them? He supposed he could do that with no problems. As he curtseyed yet again to say "Yes, Mistress," he realized that he was actually looking forward to cooking for all of them. Mel seemed to think he was a really good cook. Maybe he could impress all of them. He just needed time to study that new cookbook for a while. He went back to cleaning Mel's already spotless bathroom. Mel went back to watching Chad. When