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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 19 (Wednesday - week 3) Inside of Mel's dreams, she searched for love. She dreamed of wanting to love someone. She dreamed she wanted to be... loved. Totally loved. But in her dreams, the only men she could find were horrible monsters that she was forced to reject, one after another. The feeling of futility sank deeper and deeper into her with each dream. Her alarm clock buzzed and woke her up. Everything she had been dreaming was quickly lost. She only knew a touch of sadness as she awoke. Coffee! She needed coffee! As she made her way to the kitchen and began preparing her coffee maker, she thought about Chad. What had Cassie and Sandy done with him last night? Had he enjoyed any of it? She was a bit jealous that she hadn't been there to at see any of what went on. Those thoughts led her directly to remembering her date last night. Ugh! Even now, all her thoughts of Detective Grey filled her with disgust. As the coffee began dripping into the pot, she couldn't help but think about how totally insensitive the guy had been. Not an ounce of tenderness or caring in him at all. No wonder she had kissed him off a long time ago. As she pulled a coffee mug out of her cabinet, she thought again about Chad. Would today go any better? She really hoped so. Yesterday had been a big wake-up call to her. You can't have anything without some kind of price attached. She had been negligent in her responsibilities to him. And they had both paid the price. She looked up towards her ceiling. "Please," she said aloud, "please be back to normal again. Don't be mad at me today." Chad's pink alarm clock blared music into his room, startling him awake. It took him a moment to collect his wits enough to groan slightly and roll off of his mattress onto the floor. He didn't look where he was going however and rolled uncomfortably on top of the empty baby bottle he had drank last night. Ouch! He scrambled off of it awkwardly and struggled to his feet. The simple task was made difficult because of the thickness of his diapers. They had been thick and heavy before he went to sleep last night, but this morning they were extra ridiculous. He worked his way over to his clock radio and shut it off. The silence felt like a huge relief. Now all he had to do was to figure out why his damn diapers were so incredibly huge. Oh yeah, Sandy! She had put all those super thick diapers on him last night, even folding a bunch of them up as extra soakers before she pinned him in. Then during the night, he must have wet himself an awful lot... he remembered way too many baby bottles last night. No wonder he was so wet! But the thought was disconcerting too... he didn't remember wetting himself more than once or twice in his sleep last night. Had he wet more than that? His diapers certainly felt like he had. He was controlling himself perfectly during the day now. Completely! But he was obviously soaked under his plastic panties and he didn't remember wetting himself that much while he slept. That wasn't a good sign at all. And yet... the thought thrilled him to the core. He carefully waddled out to his kitchen - just in case she might have left him a note. His stupid diapers were so thick he could hardly move, let alone walk. He stopped before he got out of his bedroom and turned to look back at his clock radio. He didn't set it last night. He didn't remember Sandy or Cassie setting it either. They might have, but he didn't think so. Did Mel visit him? Feeling more hopeful than ever, he continued his journey into the kitchen. "Yes!" he thought excitedly as he saw the small piece of paper waiting for him on his counter. She had left another note! He was sure he wouldn't really be happy with any of her instructions... but at the same time he was glad that she had bothered to leave them. Sissy, First bottle. Shave you legs when you shower. Second bottle after your diapers are on. Do your makeup and get dressed. Third bottle. Don't forget your pacifier! It certainly wasn't much. Nothing about what clothes he should wear or about what makeup he had to use. Very little. Nothing really out of the ordinary at all - except perhaps shaving his legs again, which would be a bit of a pain. Why had she bothered? He realized that she had bothered because he had asked her to, and because she did care after all. It was a nice thing to realize. He went to his refrigerator and pulled out one of her bottles of tea and carried it into his living room where he sat in his only chair and drank it. He prayed that today would be better than yesterday. Of course, last night had been fun - surprisingly. Even though there were a few things that had happened that he would really like to forget. When he got into his shower a little while later and started to wash his hair, he discovered something snagged in it. He was surprised he hadn't even noticed it before. Sandy and Cassie had left one of their ribbons still tied into his hair. It took him a while to get it out since it was now all wet and tangled. He held the ribbon up. Pink. Big surprise. He finished washing his hair - which felt a bit different now that Cassie had cut it. He was dreading looking at it in the mirror. When he had dried himself off after his shower, he took his towel and wiped the fog off of the mirror. His hair was tumbled all over the place. He found a comb and began running it through his hair like he usually did. The wet hair went where he wanted it to, it just didn't look the same. Not at all. Not surprisingly, he thought it looked a little more... feminine. That would be hard to hide. In fact, no chance at all. Just another nail in his coffin. His hair was a constant distraction as he shaved. It looked so strange. Did it look too... girly? Thinking about that, there was an electric current of sexual need rushing through him the entire time he shaved his face. It was almost a blessing when he finished so he wouldn't have to look at himself in the mirror anymore. As soon as he got into his diapers and plastic panties, he went back for his second baby bottle of the morning. He sat in his only chair and contemplated the night before. He didn't want to think about it, but not wanting to didn't mean he could stop himself. He was bothered by his reaction to Cassie and Sandy playing with his backside. Particularly when they had shoved - whatever it was - up inside him. It wasn't natural. It wasn't normal. By everything he knew, it was all wrong. Yet he had loved it. What was wrong with him? He thought about the baby bottle he was sucking on and then the diapers he was wearing and sighed. There was a lot wrong with him. And none of it was anything he could, or even wanted to do anything about. When he finished his bottle, he started in on his makeup. Just the foundation and eyes again because that's all he had been wearing every day. Mel had never specified anything more. He almost felt like he was getting away with something because of it. And the whole time he worked on his makeup, he was forced to stare at himself with his all too girly haircut. He could feel the sting from his chastity device the whole time he worked at it. It was another reason to get the job over with quickly. He turned to his closet, looking past everything that was all too wrapped up in her cling wrap. He looked through his shirts, trying to decide which one to wear. But his eyes fell on the blouses all hung up together. He still hadn't worn one to work yet. In fact he owned a few that he had never worn at all. He fingered several of them, looking at them. He was very tempted to wear one. He was sure Mel wouldn't mind. Even Robin had been asking why he never wore one. Should he? But his old male shirts were still that coveted privilege - one of the few things that Mel hadn't taken away from him - yet. He opted for the male shirt again because he still could. He pulled one down and grabbed one of the few remaining pairs of women's slacks that were still hung up in his closet. The rest, he realized, were in Mel's clothes hamper. He'd have to ask her if he could do some laundry tonight for sure! He started to put his shirt on, but his eyes fell again on the female blouses still hanging in his closet. He stopped what he was doing and stared at the blouses. Should he? Did he dare? It was so tempting. But the privilege... "Shit!" he said aloud and took his shirt back off. He searched quickly through the blouses and picked one that had caught his eye earlier. As he put it on, he didn't know why, but it felt like he was taking a huge chance by wearing it, as if what he was doing was dangerous or at least a bit naughty. But everything else he was wearing was female, why should it scare him so much? Maybe it was because this time he was wearing it as his choice, not something that Mel had dictated. He was purposely choosing to wear the blouse instead of taking advantage of his privilege to wear his old male shirts. Still, it scared him. This time he would be leaving the house without a single male item at all. Nothing! Totally female. And the electricity that was fueling his unrelieved sexual needs went up a more than a few levels. "Why am I doing this?" he mentally screamed as he finished buttoning the blouse. Yet he didn't remove it. Mel watched the clock anxiously. The time for Chad to arrive was rapidly approaching. And the closer it got, the more she thought about how things had gone yesterday morning and the more she worried about it. Would he still be angry? And how about last night? She didn't know what Cassie and Sandy had put him through. Would he be angry about that too? She prayed he wouldn't. The knock came at her door - right on time. She opened it. "Good morning, Mistress," he mumbled through the pacifier in his mouth as he dropped his usual curtsey. She took in the entire sight of him with one glance, and she smiled. "Good morning, Sissy," she replied as she stood back out of the way to let him in. She had quickly noticed his new haircut and the blouse he was wearing today. An electric thrill coursed through her. She closed her door and took the bag of baby bottles he was carrying and checked it. Four bottles, three from this morning and one from last night. Perfect! She looked back at him as he stood there and smiled. "Cassie did a beautiful job on your hair last night. It looks great." She didn't miss the quick look of worry on his face. "I never got to see it last night," he replied. "I'm worried that it might look too..." he searched for a word to use. "Pretty?" she suggested. "Feminine? Girly?" He nodded. That was it exactly. And her words had confirmed his worst fears. He felt condemned all over again. "It's perfect for you," she replied. "I love it." Actually, while his hair did look feminine, it wasn't too bad at all, it did look like it still needed something though, she just couldn't tell what. She glanced now at the blouse he had chosen to wear today. "And I like your blouse too. It's very pretty." She saw him smile behind his pacifier at her approval. She wanted to tell him that his blouse would look a lot better with some padding in the cups of the girdle he had on underneath, but she didn't want to spoil or diminish his choice to wear it in any way. She checked further, everything appeared to be perfectly in order right down to his jewelry. "Put your bags down, Sissy. It's breakfast time." Chad inwardly groaned at the thought of eating her baby cereal, but he followed her into the kitchen and sat in his usual spot on the floor. At least he wasn't sitting in Sandy's highchair. That had been really humiliating. Of course, trying to cope with the tiny baby spoon to eat the cereal a few moments later was humiliating enough, since all too much of the cereal dropped onto the dish towel she had placed around his neck. Mel wanted to ask him about last night as she stood and watched him eating, but the sight of him trying to deal with that ridiculously tiny spoon was too entertaining. There would be plenty of time to talk later. "I'll have to drive you to work today," she said as she saw him finally finishing his cereal and drinking the last of two baby bottles. "Your car is still at work." "I was hoping you'd say that," he replied. "I wasn't sure what I would have had to do otherwise." She wiped his face very lightly with the dish towel to avoid smearing his makeup any more than she had to, but it still smeared slightly. "You're going to have to fix that a bit later," she said as she finished. He wasn't very pleased to hear the word later, he would have rather fixed it right then. Mel stuck two more bottles and a few extra diapers for him into a plastic bag and the two of them went down to her car. "So how did last night go?" she asked as she pulled out of her parking space. "Did you enjoy it?" He thought for a moment about that. "Mostly," he replied. "It certainly was different." "What did you do?" she asked. "Ugh! They kept me tied in that chair for what seemed like forever while they played with me." "Played with you?" "Yeah. I guess that's probably the best way to describe it. Sandy spoon fed me baby food which all tasted pretty bad. Then Cassie started playing with my hair while Sandy put some makeup on me." "Did Sandy teach you any more about the makeup?" "No, mostly they were treating me like a baby. I think they were really getting off on seeing how much junk they could stick in my hair at one time." Mel laughed a bit. "I can only imagine. I do like what Cassie did with your hair though. I think it's a big improvement." "I'm not so sure," he replied. "I didn't even know how to comb it this morning. And now it looks totally girly." She heard him sighing. Obviously he wasn't too fond of his new hairdo. Tough! She liked it. She made a mental note to thank Cassie later. "So what else did you do last night?" she asked. "Mostly they made me sit in the living room and play with a bunch of baby toys," he replied. "That's about it." "That's all?" she asked. He wasn't about to mention anything else. "That's was it," he confirmed. Mel got the impression he was leaving something out, but she didn't press him on it. She turned into the parking lot for his company. "My car's over there," he said as he pointed toward one of the rows of cars. "I can put these things into the diaper bag now instead of taking them into the building with me." She pulled over behind his car and waited till he got out. "Sissy," she said before he could close the door. "I really am sorry about neglecting you before." He leaned into the car briefly. He looked a bit ashamed. "I'm sorry too for the way I acted yesterday," he replied. "Truce?" she asked. He smiled. "Back to the battle!" And he closed her car door. "Back to the battle?" she thought as she pulled away. "What's that supposed to mean?" Chad sat down at his desk and noticed that Robin must have turned his computer off last night. He mentally thanked her, the company didn't like for the computers to be left up and running every night. As soon as he could, he opened up his spreadsheet for tracking his progress on the bet. Forty-four days to go. An eternity! He had done really well holding back yesterday, but he didn't really know how long he had held it. He put down thirty minutes as a conservative estimate and closed the spreadsheet. Still on track! "Morning Chad," Robin called as she walked past his cubicle on the way to hers. "Morning," he called back as he started opening the project they were working on. He needed to do a lot more with the animations they had planned on today. "Hey Chad," Robin said a few minutes later, from the entrance to his cubicle. He was startled because he hadn't heard her come back. "What happened to you yesterday?" He turned around to face her. But before he could say anything, she let out a little squeal. "Chad! Look at you. You've had your hair done... and finally... you're wearing a blouse!" He could feel himself blushing. "Yeah, well..." She came all the way into his cubicle so she could see him closer. "Where did you get your hair done?" she asked. "A friend," he replied. "Mel? Your makeup lady?" "No, someone else." "Well, whoever it was did a nice job. I like it." "I think it looks too girly," he replied. "Well for heaven's sake, look at the way your dressed! And you're worried about it being too girly? Is that how you asked her to cut it?" "No, she just did it." "Well, I like it. And finally... finally... you're wearing a blouse! Very pretty by the way. It's a big improvement." "Improvement?" "Yeah. Seeing how everything else you're wearing is female. It looked dorky before... stupid!" "Maybe," he admitted. "You know," she said, "that blouse would look a lot better with some padding in your bra. A lot better! You should do it." He rolled his eyes. Now he was sorry he had decided to wear the blouse. "That's okay," he replied. "I like it just the way it is." "But it needs something!" she replied. "It's tapered for breasts. It doesn't look right without anything! You need breasts!" She was pushing at him. Asking him to do something he didn't want to do. "I like it the way it is!" he said again, a bit too forcefully before she could argue anymore. She backed off and just stared at him for a second. Had he yelled at her? She wasn't sure. But he certainly hadn't been very polite! "Suit yourself. I'm only trying to help," she replied, sounding just as put off by him as she felt. She turned to walk away and stopped. "You know, you could really use some color on your face too. Just eye makeup and foundation makes you look too pale. A little lipstick wouldn't hurt you." She left then, not wanting to stay around him anymore. In fact, her last comment, while totally practical and the way she really felt, had been said more as a way to strike back at him for his attitude a few moments earlier. She tried to force him out of her head as she got down to work. Chad stared at his computer screen trying to concentrate on his work, but all he could think about was his last conversation with Robin. He hadn't meant to be so forceful, it had just happened. But damn, the woman could push! Why couldn't she leave things alone? She was always after him, peppering him with questions about what was going on, and he didn't want to tell her. He wasn't going to tell her! It was none of her business! And now she wanted him to pad his bra? Well, the cups of his girdle anyway. It wasn't going to happen! But he still felt bad about the way he had spoken to her and she had been obviously put off. And she had shut his computer down for him last night so he wouldn't get in trouble. Damn her! Damn all women! Why couldn't life be simple? And so what if his face looked pale? Mel hadn't said he had to wear anymore makeup. He didn't have to please Robin - only Mel! He sat back and sighed. But Robin was still a friend. One of the only friends he had left - maybe the only friend. He shouldn't have gotten so angry with her. But damn, the woman had been pushing at him again. Damn her! He pulled his purse out of his desk drawer and found the little compact with the mirror in it. He looked at his face as best as he could. He needed a peace offering. Some small way to say he was sorry - friend or not, he did have to work with the woman. He selected a lipstick... and then some blush... and then something to fix the tiny smeared spot from breakfast. "Robin," he said contritely from the entrance to her cubicle. "What?" she asked without turning around. She was still put off. "Is this any better?" His question startled her, as did the tone of his voice. She turned around and was shocked to see the change to his makeup. She smiled. "Yeah, a lot better." "Look, I'm sorry for my attitude a few minutes ago. This isn't easy for me. And when you push so hard sometimes, I guess I get frustrated. That's all." She looked a bit sheepish. "I know I can be pushy sometimes, but that's just the way I am." She suddenly had a questioning look on her face. "If it's so hard for you, then why do you do it?" "I can't tell you that." "Why not? Why can't you just come out and admit that you're doing it because you like it?" She was sounding angrier again. He shook his head. "You don't understand." "Then explain it to me!" "I can't!" "Why not?" "Because... it's complicated!" She threw her hands up in the air in exasperation. "Get out of here!" In the middle of the morning, Mel checked her computer between clients and found an email from Cassie. She was very surprised to see an email since Cassie always called. When she opened it, the email just said that she thought Mel would like to see some pictures of Sissy from last night. There were three pictures enclosed. The first picture was a close-up of his face. It showed him right after Cassie must have finished fixing his hair. She looked closer. His hair looked much different in the picture than the way it looked this morning. Much more feminine and really pretty... and not just because of the pink bow tied into it. The difference she decided was that it was fixed the way a woman would fix it. Obviously Cassie had used a curling iron on it. She opened the second picture and almost laughed. Chad's hair was totally covered in bows and hairclips of all kinds. She looked closer. She could hardly see any of his hair at all. She opened the third picture and smiled. Chad playing with the baby toys on the floor. It was actually cute. She went back to the first picture and stared at it. Cassie really had done a nice job on his hair. She made a mental note to talk about it with her later. Unfortunately, she had another client to meet just then. But she did do one thing quickly before she closed the email... she forwarded it to Chad at work. Chad opened the email from Mel with a little trepidation. He was surprised to see the email because she had never emailed him before. He was happy to see however that the email didn't contain any instructions for him, just some pictures. He glanced around to make sure that nobody was walking past his cubicle that could see in - especially Robin. Then he opened the first picture. He stared at himself for a long time. It was the first chance he had to see what Cassie had really done to his hair. It looked far more feminine in the picture than it did when he had seen it in his bathroom mirror this morning. Maybe it was the pink bow. But he really knew that the bow had very little to do with it. He opened the second picture and let out a small laugh of surprise. His head was completely covered in their hairclips. It really was a funny picture. He opened the third picture - him playing on the blanket with the baby toys. He was very relieved that more embarrassing pictures weren't included. These were all "safe." As far as he could tell from the email, that's all that Cassie had sent to Mel. He opened up the first picture and stared at it again. Had he really looked like that last night - with the makeup and the big pink bow? Embarrassing! He closed the picture and quickly deleted the email to make sure that nobody at work would ever "accidentally" see the pictures. "Do you want to come to break with me?" Robin's voice asked from behind him. He turned around, horrified to see her standing there. Had she seen any of the pictures? She didn't act like she had. She was just standing there waiting for an answer. He shook his head. "No thanks," he replied, praying that she hadn't really seen anything. "Okay," she replied as she walked off. He breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like he was safe. She hadn't seen anything. Late in the morning, Mel checked her messages and called one of the numbers back. "Hi Gloria, it's Mel." "Hi Mel. I was just wondering how you and Chad are getting along now." "Much better. And Gloria, I've really got to thank you for getting my head straight yesterday. I guess it was kind of a wakeup call." "So things are all honky-dory between you two again?" "As far as I can tell anyway." "Good. So how about your date last night?" "Ugh! I can't begin to tell you how awful it was - from start to finish!" Gloria laughed. "Want to tell me about it during lunch?" This time, Mel laughed. "Sure. And this time, I'm buying." Robin watched as Chad hurried out to his car at lunchtime. She knew exactly where he was going, just not exactly what he was doing. It frustrated her a bit, but then there was a lot about him lately that frustrated her. Not wanting to think about it anymore, she purposely drove off in the opposite direction. While the change in her routine felt refreshing and good, it only served to remind her more that she had been following Chad everyday. As she ordered lunch in a place she hadn't been to in weeks now, her mind dwelled on him. What was he really doing at that gym? While she ate, she continued to think about it. She couldn't help it. She knew that she needed to start going to lunch with some of her girlfriends instead! It would be so much better than thinking about Chad while she ate. But then, even during their breaks at work, Chad was a major part of every conversation. There was no getting away from it. By the time she finished eating, she realized that she was more determined than ever to get to the bottom of what was really going on. Sissy? Was he really calling himself that at the gym? It didn't seem likely, but by the way the receptionist had reacted, she actually believed it. How about anywhere else? Where else did he go? What else did he do with his life? How could she find out? He was like one big puzzle - and she loved puzzles! Chad walked into the gym and saw the receptionist immediately put a big smile on her face. Was there a twinkle of mischief in her eyes as well? "Hello Sissy," she greeted him all too loudly. He hated his life. He dropped a quick curtsey to her and said a simple "Hello." The receptionist instantly began giggling. Why? She had seen him do it before. Fortunately, she immediately went in search of Cassie. She and Cassie were back a few moments later. "Hi, Sissy," Cassie called as soon as she spotted him. Chad curtseyed to her and returned the greeting. Then he followed her back to their usual office. While he began getting undressed, Cassie pulled one of the baby bottles out of his bag for him. "I like your blouse today," she said as he was getting undressed. He wasn't sure how to answer, so he just said, "Thanks." "It could use a bit of padding in the breasts though." Ugh! Once again he was sorry he had worn it. "I know," he replied. She looked up at him as he was pulling his pants off. "Then why didn't you pad them?" He shook his head. "I was at work before I found out." "You found out at work?" He blushed. "Yeah, from one of the women I work with." "What did she say?" He shook his head. "I'd rather not talk about it." She shrugged her shoulders. "I was just asking. By the way, I'm glad you finally added some color to your face. It looks much better." He didn't want to tell her that it was because of Robin that he had done it. "Thanks," he said again. He suddenly realized that he needed to pee and he figured it would be better to do it now than after she had changed him. Cassie saw him stop undressing for a moment and just stand there. "What's wrong?" "I'm wetting myself again. Better now than later." Cassie laughed. A few minutest later, Chad was once again sucking on a baby bottle while Cassie was rubbing baby lotion all too intimately into the front of his private areas. She watched him closely. He was staring at her. Even with the bottle in his mouth she could tell there was a worried look on his face as he gazed up at her with a very intense look in his eyes. His chastity device prevented her from really touching him where she needed to, but she did her best to excite him anyway. His bottle was half-finished when she finally smiled and pulled her hands away. He had never stopped staring at her. He had never stopped sucking on his bottle. And he had never even begun to get hard. "You're definitely getting a lot better," she said. He said nothing, but she thought she saw him blush a bit as his face finally relaxed some. She remembered all too well how he had reacted last night when they had played with her little toy in his asshole. He had done amazingly well then too. Her voice was almost a whisper. "Would you like me to play with your backside a bit again?" He didn't know how to answer. Yes he did... but no he didn't. When she did it, it was the closest thing to a sexual sensation he had felt in some time now - other than peeing - which didn't really count. But at the same time, it disturbed him way too much. He couldn't decide. Her voice was still soft. "You really seemed to like it last night. I don't have to do it today, I was just wondering." She was leaving him a way out. But he had liked it last night. A lot! Without realizing it, he let out a small whimper in his indecision. His need for sexual relief was that much! But the humiliation! She smiled down at him and took the bottle away from him. "Roll over. I'll just do it a tiny bit for you, okay?" He needed it, but he hated it. He despised the fact that it should affect him like it did, but he also wanted it. She put her hand on his hip and applied a bit of pressure. He rolled over and brought his knees under him, lifting his rear end high into the air - totally exposed and open to her touch. Again, he whimpered in his need, and frustration, and humiliation. Cassie lubed her hands again with the baby lotion and began massaging his backside as she had done before. Within moments, she could feel him moving almost rhythmically back and forth under her touch, and she hadn't even gotten to the good part yet. But when she did start to go there, his movements stopped, completely. She touched him lightly there again and saw the quick shock that seemed to run up his spine. She pulled her finger away, then did it again. No shock this time, just acceptance and waiting. She pushed till her fingertip entered him, then she wiggled it. He arched his back and neck at the sensation. She pulled her finger away again and he almost collapsed back into his original position. Chad closed his eyes and concentrated on her hands. Once again he felt her place her finger against him, this time so lightly he almost couldn't feel it. He waited patiently, wanting more. Very, very slowly, he felt the pressure increasing until her finger finally slipped inside. Then her finger paused. Would she wiggle it again? But now the pressure was increasing. He could feel her finger going deeper into of him, then deeper still. He unconsciously let out a small moan. Her finger pulled back, but not out, then pushed in again. Then she repeated the motion. Then she did it faster. All of his muscles began to contract. It felt amazing! He wanted more! But suddenly her finger was gone. No! A minute later it was back again pushing deep inside him. Yes! But then it was gone again. Why? He wanted more. But suddenly she was pushing on him. "Roll over again," she said softly and kindly. He felt so frustrated as he rolled back over again onto his back. He accepted the baby bottle again and he put it back to his lips while he felt her diapering him. She leaned over him. Her voice was almost a whisper. "You did really well today, didn't you?" It was at that point that he realized that his chastity device had never hurt him at all today. Not one little bit. It had taken every ounce of concentration he had during the first part of it, while she had massaged the front side of him. But during that last part, the part he had liked the best, he hadn't even thought about his chastity device. "You threw him out? Right then? I don't believe it!" Gloria exclaimed. Mel nodded. "I really did. I just couldn't take him anymore. Why should I if I wasn't getting any satisfaction from him at all?" "Good for you girl! I'm actually proud of you. I think the jerk deserved it!" Mel smiled, "He really did." Gloria took another sip from her coffee. "So things between you and Chad are back to normal now?" Mel sighed. "I hope so. At least they seem to be so far." "Are you still coming tomorrow night for your session?" Mel brightened a bit. "I can't wait. I don't think he can either." Both women giggled a bit at that since Gloria had planted the hypnotic suggestion in Chad that he would really enjoy the sessions. "Listen, Mel, you mentioned yesterday something about having trouble with him and his pacifier?" "Yeah, he forgets about it way too often." Gloria giggled again. "I can just picture him with it! Listen, do you want me to plant a few suggestions, mild ones anyway, about it tomorrow night?" Mel thought about that. "What do you mean?" "Just little things to make him want it more, that's all." Mel smiled at the idea. "Why not? Just not too much though. I really should be doing that training myself." Gloria smiled. "I'll just plant something tiny then, that's all, and if you keep pushing him with it then between the two of us I don't think he'll be leaving it behind much longer." "Sounds good to me," Mel replied, but just then her cell phone rang. "Hello?" "Hi Mel. It's Cassie." "Hi Cassie. Oh, thanks for the pictures from last night. They were great!" "You're welcome. I've got a lot more I can show you later. I'll make you some copies if you want." "I'd love that. Will you do that for me?" "Sure, Mel. Gladly. Hey, I noticed that Sissy was finally wearing a blouse today. It's about time. I'm surprised you didn't have him wearing one earlier." "It was his idea today." "Oh! Well, I suggested that he should have padded his bra under it a bit, but he didn't seem to want to talk about that when I mentioned it. He did say though that someone else at work had told him the same thing." "Really? But he wouldn't say anymore?" "No. He didn't want to talk. I just wanted to mention that the blouse and the rest of his makeup were a big improvement, that's all." "Thanks Cassie. Wait a minute. What do you mean the rest of his makeup?" "Well, I mean adding some color to his face. You know, like the lipstick and blush he was wearing. He didn't look so pasty like he usually does." "That's strange. He wasn't wearing any lipstick when he left this morning." "Well he was when he met with me." "Thanks Cassie. I really appreciate it." "Oh! Mel! Wait a minute." "What is it?" "Listen, I played with his backside again. He's really loving it! And this time, no matter what I did to him, he didn't get hard at all. I just thought you'd like to know." "Yeah, Cassie. That's just what I wanted to know. That's incredible. Thanks." "Mel, I think you should spend a little time with him on his backend, if you know what I mean. Maybe try sticking something up inside of him and pushing it in and out to see how he reacts. If you don't have anything you can use, ask me, I've got a few things you can borrow. I just wanted you to know, you should try it." Mel thought for a moment. Cassie was really pushing this, so she figured there had to be something to it. She was going to have to explore it further for sure. And she hated to admit it, but she did have one thing she could use on him. "Thanks, Cassie. I was planning on spending some time on him tonight. I'll explore it further then." "Good. Let me know Mel." Chad was concentrating intently on his work after he got back to his desk, but a little while later that concentration was interrupted by the first signs that he was going to have to mess himself again. He thought back to his diaper change with Cassie. Had she put another suppository up inside of him? He didn't really remember her doing it. He thought about it a bit more. That last time she had pulled her finger out and then stuck it back up inside of him again. That must have been it! He had been so wrapped up in enjoying the feelings that he had totally missed it! But there was no denying the suppository, so he didn't even try. He hated having to spend the rest of the afternoon sitting in such a mess, but he had little choice in the matter. He made a mental note to ask Mel it there was some way at all that he could alter the routine so it wouldn't be so bad. It was late afternoon, not long till work would be over, when Chad's cell phone rang. "Hello?" he said into the phone. "Hi Sissy," Mel's voice came over the line. "Hi," he replied. "Sissy! Can't you address me properly?" Mel's stern voice replied. He lowered his voice to almost a whisper. "Someone might hear me!" "I don't care. That's not my problem." "Well it could be a problem for me!" "Not in any way that I can see. In fact it's going to be a bigger problem for you if you don't!" He was totally exasperated. "Hello Mistress," he said just barely above a whisper, praying that nobody else would hear. Mel giggled a bit. "That's better. See, no problem at all." He only hoped she was right. "What can I do for you," he asked more politely. "Tonight, when you get home, change your diapers, but don't put your uniform on. Just have it ready and bring it with you to my apartment. Then start dinner for me. Something nice. Okay?" Her instructions were easy. He breathed a sigh of relief. "No problem. I'll be glad to," he replied. "Good. See you later then." Robin stared over the top of the cubicle wall. She had heard Chad's cell phone ring and she had heard him answer, but then his voice had dropped to such a whisper that she couldn't hear him clearly anymore. She wasn't at all sure, but she thought she had heard him say "Hello Mistress." She just wasn't at all sure she had heard it right. Couldn't be! She was sure she had heard it wrong. But there was a tiny seed planted in her mind. Chad hurried straight home after work and undressed. He jumped into the shower because it was the best way to get cleaned up. Then he got dressed again in mostly the same thing he had been wearing all day. The fresh diapers really felt good to him. It was such a relief to get out of the messy ones he had been wearing all afternoon. He really hated Mel's suppositories - no matter who she had sticking them up inside of him or how much pleasure he had gotten in the process. The only difference when he got dressed this time though, was that he took the time to pad his girdle out so that his blouse would look better. When he checked his reflection in the mirror afterwards, he realized that Robin had been right. The blouse did look better, and he supposed that overall, so did he. He shined his low-heeled shoes again and slipped into a pair with higher heels, grabbed his maid's dress, and went over to Mel's apartment. Fortunately, she wasn't back from work yet. He got started right away getting her dinner ready. There was this recipe he had been curious about that called for a lot of spices. Tonight would be the perfect time to try it. Mel breezed in a little while later to the smell of pungent spices filling her apartment. "Mmm, smells good," she said as she saw Sissy coming out of the kitchen to greet her. "Hello, Mistress," Sissy said, dropping a quick curtsey. "Hello, Sissy," Mel replied with a smile in return. Chad pointed back towards the kitchen. "I've really got to watch this stuff," he said quickly. "Go!" Mel ordered good-naturedly, then followed him towards the kitchen. There was a cloud of steam rising from a large skillet on her stove and Sissy was busy stirring the contents with a wooden spoon. She took the time to look him over closely from across the room. "You look good today, Sissy. Very good." Chad tried to drop a quick curtsey as he said a quick, "Thank you," before he went back to stirring their dinner intently. There was a knock on the door. Chad's face instantly turned to worry as he stopped stirring dinner and held the wooden spoon up in the air. Mel realized his plight, or more likely both of his plights. He was not only worried about answering the door, he had to keep working at their dinner and couldn't stop just yet. "Don't worry, I'll get it," she offered. Mel opened her front door and found both Cassie and Sandy there, carrying the highchair between them. "Hi girls," Mel said. "Hi, Mel," Cassie replied. "We brought this over for you. We thought you might like to use it tonight." "Mel smiled broadly. "Would I ever!" Cassie and Sandy both laughed as they lugged the thing inside. "Where do you want it?" Sandy asked. "In the kitchen, next to the table," Mel replied. Sandy and Cassie continued on into the kitchen with the highchair. "Hi Sissy," Cassie called as she entered. "Smells good in here." "It does," Sandy agreed. "Real good!" Chad was about to say thank you to the two women till he saw what they had just brought in with them. All he could do then was to stare with disbelief at the object they were arranging near the table. Sandy saw him staring. "What? You didn't think it was staying at our place, did you?" Chad shook his head and went back to stirring the skillet. He would much rather have the all too humiliating chair stay as far away from him as possible. He stuck the spoon into the skillet and carefully tasted it. He closed his eyes. For non-fattening diet cooking, some dishes could be really good. He turned the stove off and grabbed two plates from the cupboard. Mel saw him pull the plates out. She quickly turned back to her guests. "Would you like to stay for dinner?" she asked. Cassie replied first. "I don't know about Sandy, but it smells really interesting. I'd love to." "Definitely count me in too," Sandy agreed. "Three plates please, Sissy." Mel ordered. Chad looked at her with a very worried expression on his face. "Mistress, I don't know if there's enough for everybody. I wasn't planning on company." Mel walked over and looked at the contents of the skillet. "Just divide it all out onto three plates. I'm sure we'll be able to make do." Chad wanted to protest and ask what about his dinner, but Mel was staring at him as if to dare him to mention anything. "Yes, Mistress," he replied as he dropped a quick curtsey. A short while later, he was standing, stuffed into his corner, while all three women were laughing and enjoying themselves over the dinner he had prepared. He tried to listen to what they were saying, but mostly, it was useless. He was too far away. He hated standing in the corner like this, it was so demeaning. But he was becoming all to used to it now. "Sissy, keep your feet still!" Mel's voice lashed. Mel laughed with her guests. The dinner was really good. There could have been a bit more of it for each of them, but nobody mentioned it. And when Mel yelled at Sissy to keep his feet still, they all laughed again. "That reminds me," Mel said. "I sort of got this strange idea for Sissy last night, but it needs a bit of work. I thought that you guys might be able to help me with it." "Well, for heaven's sake, don't keep us in suspense!" Sandy told her. Mel dropped her voice to make sure that Chad couldn't hear. "Last night, we were in the bar waiting for our table to get ready. I was sitting on a bar stool with my heel resting over one of the rungs, but when I got up, my heel was a bit higher than I'm used to wearing and it got caught over the rung. But it got me to thinking, when I had my heels resting on that rung, they were kind of hard to move. So I was thinking that maybe if I had something like that built for him to stand on, you know, where his heels would be resting on some kind of bar while he was standing there, then maybe it would be a lot more difficult for him to move his feet. What do you think?" Cassie laughed. But Sandy had a thoughtful look on her face. "I wonder if that would really work," she mused. "It certainly has its possibilities. Of course we'd have to know how high to make the bar... and how wide... and how far from the wall... and" "Stop!" Cassie cried. She looked back and forth between Mel and Sandy. "Are you really serious about this?" "Sure," Mel replied. "Why not?" "Because once Sandy gets started on it, she won't quit till it's done!" Sandy and Cassie both laughed, while Mel only chuckled a little. Obviously, there was some kind of inside joke about it between the two women. "Okay," Sandy said thoughtfully, "If he's going to be standing on it in heels, then I guess his toes will have to be on the floor, but his heels will have to be raised off the floor. So how high do we make it?" Chad stood silently in his corner, doing his best to move as little as possible, which was not easy. The women were taking an eternity to finish eating, or more likely they were just talking now. He wondered what they were talking about. The only highlight of his time in the corner came when he realized that he had to pee. He concentrated on the feeling as he let it out. Pure heaven. Almost like sex. Unfortunately, it was over with all too soon. And as soon as that sensation had passed, he was startled when he realized that all three women were now standing right behind him. He was careful to stand extra still. He heard them talking about his shoes and how closely he was scrunched into the wall. At one point, one of them, he thought it was Sandy, had bent down to examine his feet much closer. He was being really careful not to move his feet then because that was the number one thing that Mel always yelled at him about. It was a huge relief when he finally heard Mel say, "Okay, Sissy. You can go clean up the kitchen now." He gratefully pulled himself out of the corner and shook himself a bit to get his blood flowing again. The three women were all standing behind him watching him. "Thank you, Mistress," he said dropping a quick curtsey. He made a quick bee-line for the kitchen while Sandy and Cassie started laughing. "Hey Mel," Cassie said. "I've got some pictures for you if you want. We can download them straight to your computer." "Great!" Mel replied enthusiastically. "I can't wait to see them." "They're still in our apartment," Cassie replied. "I'll get them real quick." Before Cassie could get out the door, Sandy yelled, "Wait!" She turned to Mel and whispered something. Mel smiled and nodded her head. "I'm coming with you!" Sandy declared. Chad cleaned up the kitchen while Sandy and Cassie went back to their apartment and Mel booted up her computer. The three women were having a good time, again, while he was being ignored and doing the maid's work. His lot in life. But he hadn't even had any dinner. Would he get anything to eat tonight? Probably a bunch of baby bottles of Mel's lousy tea before he went to bed and that would be it! Cassie and Sandy were back only minutes later. Sandy had a plastic bag in her hands. She opened it and let Mel see inside. Mel walked into the kitchen and started playing with the highchair, trying to figure out how the tray came off. It didn't take her long. "Okay, Sissy, dinner time. Hop up here." Chad wasn't at all happy about having to sit in the highchair. Once in it, he couldn't get out unless someone let him out. But he had no choice in the matter so he slowly and cautiously approached the chair and climbed up into it. Sandy brought the seatbelt around him and fastened the ends together. Then, while he was holding his arms in his lap, Mel snapped the table top down and pushed it tightly into place against him. He was trapped into the darn thing again. He wiggled a bit trying to get his arms free, but as before, it was useless. Mel watched Chad struggling briefly in the chair with a cruel smile on her face. But she surprised him then by pulling the table top off again. "Raise your arms," she said as she held the top away from him. He quickly and gladly complied. Then she put the top back in place again. Chad was a lot happier. He squirmed around a bit and soon realized he was still stuck in the chair, but he was a lot happier now with his arms free. Sandy pulled something out of the bag she was holding and handed it to Mel. Chad was aghast to see the bib Sandy had put on him last night. All too soon Mel had it fastened around his neck. "He really needs this," Mel stated. "You should see how messy he gets when he eats his cereal in the morning." Sandy laughed, "I can imagine." She then pulled out the divided plate that she had used last night from her bag and set it on the counter. Mel walked over to take a better look at it while Sandy began pulling jar after jar of baby food out of her bag. "Ohhh. Very pretty," she remarked teasingly. "Isn't it?" Sandy replied with a laugh. She then started opening jars and with a teaspoon, emptying them onto the divided dish. When she was done, she proudly set the spoon on the dish and handed it to Mel. "All set," she declared. Mel grabbed it and looked at it for a moment. "I don't think so," she replied. Then she set the plate back down on the counter. Chad breathed a sigh of relief. But it was a short relief. "Wrong spoon," Mel declared. She opened one of her drawers and pulled out one of the baby spoons that Chad had to use every morning with his cereal. All three women burst into laughter while Chad sat in his chair and felt even more pangs of humiliation. Unfortunately, his humiliation was fueling his overly developed sexual need too much again and he began to feel the stings of pain from his chastity device. All too soon, Mel sat the plate of baby food down in front of Chad along with one of her bottles of tea and he was forced to pick up the baby spoon and begin eating. And within moments, the first of the food had dripped off of his spoon and down his chin and onto his bib. Just great! "See," Mel declared, "I told you he was a messy eater." Chad had to sit and eat the whole plate of baby food while all three women left him alone as they went out to Mel's computer to download the pictures from Cassie. He heard them laughing as they looked through them all. Did Cassie include the really embarrassing ones... the ones where they were playing with something up his backside? He had no way of knowing. He hoped not, but he wouldn't put it past her. He realized that he could only assume that she did. The women were still laughing and looking at pictures as he was finishing his meal. They weren't paying any attention to him. He decided to do some exploratory checking. He put his spoon down and reached out to the sides of the tray to see if he could remove it. Both of his hands found the release mechanism under the tray. He carefully pushed in on both sides at the same time and the tray in front of him suddenly released and moved slightly away from him. The sudden movement startled him and he quickly pulled his hands away and picked up his spoon again to keep eating. He glanced over at the women... they hadn't noticed. Breathing a sigh of relief, he finished the only dinner he knew he was going to get. But he was satisfied with the knowledge that, if he had to, he could get out of the chair by himself - as long as his arms were free! He finished his dinner and his bottle, but the women were still laughing over the pictures - or whatever else they were looking at on Mel's computer - he really had no idea. But now he was done eating and he was still stuck in the chair. In a way, it was a bit like being stuck in the corner. But at least he was sitting down this time and was free to move a little bit. He also had more to look at than two blank walls all too close to his eyes. But sitting stuck in the chair was still boring. He felt the need to pee again and let it out - enjoying how good it felt. He was still sitting there, mostly forgotten, when Mel suddenly ushered Cassie and Sandy to the door and said goodbye to them. Mel came back to the kitchen and sat in one of the kitchen chairs near him. "You're a mess," she declared teasingly. "Just like a baby." He blushed. "Can I get up now?" he asked. "When I'm ready," she replied. She leaned her arm on the table and leaned her head against her propped up hand. "Dinner was good tonight," she told him. "It was good... again. But I shouldn't have to tell you that." He felt both a wave of pride as well as relief. "Thank you, Mistress. It means a lot to me to hear you say that. I was hoping to see how good it was myself though." "Maybe next time, Sissy." She sat and stared at him and he wondered why. "Cassie did a nice job on your hair last night." He wasn't sure how to answer. He really wasn't all that happy with what Cassie had done to his hair - actually he wasn't sure about some of the other things that Cassie had done to him either. "Did she?" he finally asked. Mel nodded. "It looked a lot better in the pictures through." He felt himself starting to blush a little bit. "I thought it looked way too feminine," he admitted softly. Mel smiled. "Perfect for you then! Cassie said she used a curling iron on it last night. We'll get you one tomorrow then we'll let her teach you how to use it." Chad looked at her horrified. He didn't know how to answer. His entire life now was one humiliation piled on top of another! "I heard you added some more makeup after you got to work today," Mel continued when he didn't say anything. He blushed briefly again, then quickly got worried. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I didn't know you wouldn't want me to." "I did want you to! I was very pleased to hear it." "Oh... Thank you," he replied. Why would she say that? "What made you decide to add the lipstick?" He shrugged as best he could in his confining seat. "Robin suggested it. She said I looked too pale without it." The mention of Robin instantly sent a tiny bolt of annoyance through Mel's body. The Robin woman again! She was starting to dislike her even more. There was no real reason for it, she just did. Was she pretty? Did Chad have a thing for her? She didn't know. But obviously, this Robin had a lot of influence over him. Influence she was jealous of. Annoyed over Robin, Mel got up and released him from the confining highchair. "Finish cleaning up the kitchen now," she ordered. While Chad got busy cleaning up after dinner again, Mel walked into her bedroom to start preparing for later. She saw his uniform dress hanging on her closet door. She shook her head. As much as she would like seeing him in it tonight, it wasn't going to happen. Not tonight at least. Tonight was about other things. She went back out to the kitchen. "Stop what you're doing for a few minutes." Chad turned the water off at the sink and looked at her questioningly. "Go take your uniform home again and leave it there. Bring back one of your onesies instead." Chad blinked. Take his uniform home? Why now? But he dutifully dropped into a quick curtsey and said, "Yes, Mistress." He quickly got his uniform and took it home and hung it in his closet. Then he found one of the onesies that she liked to lock him into. She hadn't put him into one of them in quite a while now. So why was she doing it tonight? A few minutes later, he was back at her apartment again. Mel took the onesie from Chad and held it up. She smiled at the sight of the babyish looking garment. "Get undressed. Just diapers and plastic panties." Chad quickly complied and all too soon, Mel was helping fasten him into the babyish onesie. Fortunately, she didn't add the lock. "Put your clothes in my clothes hamper," she instructed. Chad did as he was told, but doing so reminded him of something. "Mistress, can I please do my laundry tonight? I'm running out of clothes." "Maybe later," Mel replied. "We have other things to do tonight. But right now, I want you to finish in the kitchen." Chad went back to the kitchen. What did she have planned for tonight? He really had no idea. When the kitchen was done, Mel made him sit on the floor and drink another baby bottle of her tea. Chad wasn't too happy about that. He suddenly had visions of her timing him again to see how soon he could pee. But after he finished the bottle, Mel had him get started on the laundry and never once mentioned the timer. "Do all of my things first," Mel told him as he began sorting through the clothes. "Don't even think about doing any of your laundry until all of mine is finished." Chad watched as Mel went back to her living room and picked up her laptop computer to do some work again. He was relieved for several reasons - she wasn't going to time him to see how quickly he could pee, and more importantly, he really did need to get some laundry done! Mel glanced at him occasionally as he worked around her apartment. Without being told, he cleaned her bathroom and dusted some furniture while the washer and dryer were running. Once in a while she got up to check his progress on the laundry. As she had wanted, all of his things were still waiting to be cleaned. She also watched the clock as he worked. It was starting to get a bit later. Just before he was about to start on his own laundry, she stopped him. "Put the laundry basket back into the bathroom now. It's getting late and we have other things to do." Again Chad wondered what she had in mind. He was mostly worried though because his own laundry hadn't even been started yet. "But Mistress, can I at least get one load of my things into the washer first?" "No, Sissy. It's time for other things now." Again Chad wondered what she had in mind. He began to mentally brace himself for more humiliation. As Chad was carrying his dirty clothes back into her bathroom, she called after him. "Start the bathwater while you're in there." As Chad turned the water on in the tub, he had a feeling that she would be tying him up again and using him for her own little pleasures. Ugh! He hated it, but he also loved it. What he hated was that she used him so hard... while he was incapable of getting any relief at all. But why would she want him to run the bath water first? That was odd. Her bath usually came after she had abused him. Mel walked into the bathroom with him. She watched as he poured some of the bath beads into the water. He glanced at her, questioning if he had put enough in. "A little bit more," she told him with a smile. As the tub was still filling, she unfastened his onesie and helped him out of it. Then she removed his plastic panties. Chas was surprised when she removed his plastic panties. Was the bath for him instead? "Lay down on the floor so I can remove your diapers," she said. Chad felt an elated thrill. It looked like she wasn't going to abuse him tonight. And a bath would really feel nice. As Mel was about to remove his diapers though, he suddenly noticed the slight feeling that told him he might have to pee soon. Knowing it would probably be wiser, he quickly stopped Mel from removing his diaper as he started peeing. "You might want to wait a moment on that," he told her, "I'm wetting myself right now." Mel smiled broadly. "Go right ahead," she said, sounding very satisfied. After Mel had finally removed his diapers, Chad's elation rose a lot more as Mel had him step into the warm scented bathwater. He laid back and allowed himself to relax and breathe in deeply. It felt so good! Mel handed him her body sponge and he began cleaning himself off. The bath felt like a distinct pleasure. The only part he wasn't crazy about was when Mel produced her razor and began removing the stray hairs from his body, making him totally smooth once again. "This is a lot easier now, since you're shaving your own legs," she commented. "From now on, make that part of your morning routine. I'm not going to mention it again." Chad felt a moment of bother about it, but it was no use resisting. "Yes, Mistress," he replied. "Lay back now and soak for a bit while I get the bedroom ready." Chad now knew exactly what to expect. She was going to tie him to her bed and probably torture him. He wasn't looking forward to it. He concentrated instead on enjoying the pleasurable sensation of the warm bath while he still could - the one bright spot in his entire day. When Mel came back, she helped him out of the tub and dried him off herself. Her attention was really nice - sensual. But Chad's mind was more on what lay ahead and he wasn't looking forward to it. "Come along now baby," she said as she took him by the hand and led him into her bedroom. The blankets on her bed were pulled back and the top was heavily protected under thick layers of diapers. He could see the ropes attached to the headboard and the footboard. With a sigh of inevitability, he laid down on her bed and held his arms over his head so she could tie them. "Good baby," she crooned softly. He hated it, but her voice sent a quick thrill through him. All too soon, his arms were stretched tightly above him and his legs were stretched the opposite direction. He wasn't going anywhere and he knew it. He didn't even try. This time though, Mel climbed up on the bed and laid down next to him. She propped her head up on a pillow and watched him. He turned his head to look at her. She really was a beautiful woman. If only... if only! Mel reached out and ran her hand lightly over his chest. Her touch sent instant thrills throughout him. "Cassie tells me that you did really well today when she tried to stimulate you." He was a bit surprised by her topic. "Yeah," he admitted sheepishly. "I guess I did." "You're learning really well then already." He didn't reply. She was right, he guessed he was learning... something. "She also said that you're having some very interesting reactions when she plays with your backside. Is that right?" He really didn't want to admit it, but he had no doubt that Cassie had shown her the really embarrassing pictures from last night. The ones she had said she wasn't going to show Mel. He blushed deeply and closed his eyes. The pictures meant that he couldn't deny it. He hated saying it. "Yes, Mistress. I did." She was about to continue, but suddenly he was still speaking. His eyes were still closed as he spoke. "You saw the pictures from last night." She was taken off guard. What was he talking about? "Yes, I did see the pictures," she replied, wondering what any of the pictures she had seen had to do with the present situation. He opened his eyes finally and looked at her. "You saw how I reacted when they stuck that thing in me. I loved it. I hate that I did, but I loved it." His voice was growing more and more upset and emotional. He began thrashing at his bonds in frustration. "I fucked myself on it!" he finally admitted as tears began falling from his eyes. He turned his head away from her as if trying to hide. "I hate myself for it, but I couldn't help it," he added a bit more softly. Mel was shocked. Deeply shocked. Cassie hadn't shown her any pictures like what he was describing. Obviously, Chad was very upset, and his anger was focused on himself and only himself. "Shhh, Sissy," she said softly. "It's alright. You don't have to be angry about it." He turned his head back to face her. "But I am angry! I shouldn't like it that much." He turned his head