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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 21 (Friday - week 3) In her dreams, she reigned supreme! She gave the orders and everyone ran to follow them. People danced to her tune like puppets, doing absolutely anything she said - for her own amusement - like crowds of court jesters. Those who tried to outwit her soon discovered that her mind was quicker and more devious than theirs, and one by one, they all fell to her superior abilities. Everyone admired her. Everyone praised her. Everyone wished they could be her. But there was no one like her anywhere. She was simply... the best! And it was so good to be the Queen! Her alarm clock broke her happy reveries, erasing them from her conscious mind, but not erasing the feelings of euphoria. It was another day, and an important day for her. Would Chad do as she hoped he would? Impatient and unable to stay in bed, she got up quickly and headed to her kitchen to make her coffee. Loud music blared into the room from the small pink clock radio, blasting him awake. It took him a moment to collect his thoughts, then he quickly got out of bed to turn off the annoying music. Blessed silence soon filled the room. Something was different, something small. Something about the light! He quickly glanced back at his clock radio. It was earlier than usual, by a full hour. Why? Why had Mel reset his alarm for so early? Did she make a mistake? He headed out to the kitchen to see if she had left him a note. Hopefully she did and hopefully it would have some kind of explanation. As he walked, he took particular notice of how full his diapers were - not nearly as bad as they had been lately. Yes, they were very wet and yes they were messy, but still, not nearly as bad as usual. But then Mel didn't feed him nearly as many of her lousy bottles of tea last night. It was another minor victory - despite the fact that he realized that he hadn't woken up during the night even once when he had to pee. Troubling! As he entered his kitchen his heart soared. Yes, there was a note. His curling iron and brush that he had left in her bathroom last night were next to it. He read the note quickly - but remained puzzled. There wasn't the slightest hint of why he was awake so much earlier than usual. Sissy, First bottle. Get cleaned up and diapered. Second Bottle Do your makeup and get dressed. Fix your hair properly Third bottle That was it! Nothing out of the ordinary except his hair. Okay, he figured that having to use the curling iron on it now was going to take a few minutes, but not all that long! Still puzzled, he grabbed his first bottle out of his refrigerator and headed to his solitary chair to sit and drink it. As he sat down he wondered once again, did Mel mess up? Another hour of sleep would have certainly been nice. But a moment later, his problem of the day descended on his memory like a ton of bricks. "Shit!" he exclaimed as he bolted out of his chair and ran to his closet. He quickly opened the door and stared inside. His eyes swept desperately over everything, but he didn't spot anything that could relieve the awful feeling of panic that was now racing throughout him. He didn't see one pair of pants that he could get at. Not one! All his male pants were wrapped up in huge layers of cling wrap where he couldn't even touch them. And all his female slacks were now in Mel's laundry hamper. No pants! Of any kind! He was going to be stuck wearing a skirt to work today - or a dress - which amounted to the same thing! Still feeling the complete awful panic throughout his system, he returned to the only chair he had and sat down. He put the baby bottle full of her tea mixture to his lips and began sucking on it. The liquid was cool and felt good inside his dry mouth. The feeling of sucking on the bottle was comforting, ever so slightly taking a tiny bit of the horrible edge off of what he was going to have to face very shortly. No pants! He was going to have to wear a skirt to work! Damn! Mel dressed herself in comfortable jeans and a t-shirt. She put a pair of comfortable sneakers on her feet. If everything worked out like she hoped it would, these clothes were going to be necessary. She poured herself another cup of coffee and tried to imagine what Chad was doing next door. Chad fussed very slowly with his hair. It wasn't that he meant to do it so slowly. It was just that this was all new to him. Besides, having to hold bunch after bunch of his hair locked around the barrel of the curling iron until he figured it was done took a lot of time. And as he worked on his hair, his mind continually returned to his clothes closet and what he had seen - or rather not seen. The tedious job of fixing his hair was beginning to get to him, yet he kept at it, carefully. Not so much because he wanted to fix it so femininely - he didn't - not at all. But he did it because it was keeping him from facing his closet. He finally put the curling iron down and unplugged it. Then he took his brush and lightly brushed his hair all over. Changing it, smoothing it. Making it go where it was supposed to, yet not where his heart wanted it to go. Making it finally look all too feminine. And bangs now - small though that they were, they were still there, all curled under in a row across the top of his forehead. Girly. That was the only way he could describe the final effect when he was finished - girly! He felt himself suddenly peeing into his diapers and he closed his eyes to savor the feeling. So nice. Not only that, it was another small distraction from what he had to face next. But the peeing never lasted long enough. He glanced at his clock. Having to fix his hair had taken him almost a full half hour longer than usual. He was surprised it had taken that long, but then he wasn't exactly hurrying. Having no choice now, he faced his closet. He was already wearing his diapers - wonderfully wet, his girdle, and his pantyhose. He opened the closet and stared inside. Only skirts and dresses. But what was he going to wear? What would be the least noticeable? He pulled down a dress that he had owned for a long time now and was about to slip it on, then thought better of the idea. He threw it out of the way on the floor instead. He pulled out a skirt instead and slipped it on. It was fairly short and tight. Just the way he loved them. But was it too short and tight? He pulled it off again and threw that on the floor too before he selected another skirt instead, one that was slightly longer. But was it too long? How did he look in it? He didn't have a big mirror to help him. Over and over again, he pulled various items out of his closet. Some he tried on, some he just threw in the one big pile of clothes he seemed to be making. He finally glanced at his clock. Time was running out! He had to make a decision! He wanted to scream! What should he wear? He finally grabbed a skirt and matching blouse outfit that Mel had selected for him last weekend. At least he knew they went together. The skirt wasn't real short and was fairly full so it wouldn't reveal his diapers underneath. It was the best thing he could finally think of. He slipped the skirt on and zipped it up at the side. He pulled the matching top down over his head. If only he had a mirror! Remembering the problem he had the last time he wore a blouse, he ran to his cardboard dresser and pulled out two pairs of pantyhose and used them to pad the cups of his girdle, instantly giving him the illusion of breasts. Why hadn't he worn one of his male shirts? They were all still in there? His reason was simple, he knew that the blouse he had on went with the skirt. They were a set. Besides, since he was wearing a skirt, why bother with the male shirt? He quickly put on all his jewelry, checked his makeup and hair in the bathroom mirror. And ran back to look at his clock. Shit! He was going to be a late! Where had the extra hour gone? Mel paced around her living room in a fit. It was past time for him to be there. Where was he? Why was he late? Was he coming at all? Would he be wearing a skirt? Or would he totally chicken out and unwrap his male pants? She had pulled a pair of his female slacks out of her hamper and had them ready for him in case it looked like he couldn't handle it. But hopefully, she wouldn't need them. Where was he? The knock finally came at her door and she ran to open it. He stood there looking more nervous than she had ever seen him before - except perhaps that Sunday when she had made him go to the grocery store in a skirt. He dropped a quick curtsey to her. "Good morning, Mistress," he mumbled through the pacifier that for once was already in his mouth. "Good morning, Sissy," she replied as if there was nothing out of the ordinary going on. She stepped back and let him inside and closed the door behind him. "You're late!" she said sternly. "I know," he replied. "I'm sorry," he said as he dropped another quick curtsey. "I had a lot of trouble figuring out what to wear today." She nodded, she had no doubt. It was part of the reason she had set his alarm clock to give him the extra hour. She took the bag full of empty bottles from him and checked it, perfect as usual. She started looking him over carefully. "Your hair came out really well today. I didn't expect you to do such a good job for your first time." "Thank you, Mistress," he said, with a quick curtsey. "And your makeup looks good again too. You're definitely getting better." He said nothing to that at all, but she didn't really need him to. She walked around him. "I like your choice of outfit for today. It looks like it will be perfect for your job." She couldn't help but notice the worried look on his face. "I hope it looks okay on me. I don't have a mirror that I can see myself with." She smiled at him. "It looks great on you. Go look for yourself." She watched him turn quickly and head into her bedroom. She followed behind him and stopped in the doorway to watch him. He was turning back and forth, slowly, in front of her full length mirror. Chad held his skirt out a bit trying to see down to his legs and the heels on his feet. It was a lot easier to see everything in the mirror. He stared at his reflection. He wasn't really sure, did he look more like a woman now? He actually hoped so. It would make some things a lot easer. But others things... not at all! The colorful pattern of the skirt and top seemed strange to him. Did it make him stand out too much? He was suddenly very worried about that. He finally turned toward her. "You're sure I look okay?" She smiled at him. "You look very good," she replied. Actually, he did - sort of. There was no doubt still that there was a man underneath the clothes, but at first glance now, she doubted that anyone could tell, at least not from a distance. "Come along now Sissy, it's breakfast time and you're already running late." Chad endured having to eat his breakfast in the highchair once again while Mel stood and watched him with a cup of coffee in her hands. He was trying to hurry through his breakfast, but the tiny baby spoon kept his eating pace down to a crawl. For once though, he got through the cereal with only one baby bottle to wash it down. As soon as Mel pulled the tray away from his chair and he stood up again, he felt himself peeing again. He stood still and enjoyed the sensation. It felt so good. But then it was time to go. Mel was already waiting for him by the door, holding his diaper bag and purse out for him. Every step he took toward her felt like he was walking toward his doom. When he had his purse over one arm and his diaper bag slung over his opposite shoulder, she opened the door for him. And he stood there. Hesitating. Reluctant to take that first step outside. "Am I going to have to call the police again?" she asked teasingly. He looked at her. He knew she was kidding. But her point was made. He forced his legs into motion and took a step, then another one. He was outside now. He turned in the direction of the stairs and took yet another step... and another... "Have a nice day," Mel called from behind him. He turned to look at her, but he couldn't put any kind of a mean expression on his face, he was still too preoccupied with having to go to work dressed as he was. He turned back to the direction he was heading and continued his journey toward the stairs, then down the stairs and to his car. He glanced up and saw Mel still watching him, still smiling. She waved. He opened his car and got in. Mel watched him driving off. She felt both amused and elated. It was a major step! More so than he probably knew. But he was gone now and it was time for her to get busy. She quickly got her keys from her purse and went into his apartment. She would probably be spending a bit of time there today, more than she really had time for, but that couldn't be helped. Some things had to be done right away. As she walked into his bedroom, she was amused to see the huge pile of all his female clothes on the floor. He must have had a hard time deciding what to wear. She opened his closet and looked inside, with all his female clothes on the floor and most of his male clothes wrapped tightly in her cling wrap, there was a lot of extra room. This was the second time that he hadn't worn one of his male shirts. It was the cue she had been waiting for. She removed all of them from the closet and left just the hangers. She put them all into one big pile on his floor. Then she went back to his closet and wrestled his cling- wrapped pants out too. Then she pulled out the cling-wrapped box that held all his male shoes. She went back to the closet and searched for any other male items she could find. There were very few - two sports jackets and a few ties. They soon found their way into her pile on the floor. She began searching the rest of his apartment, looking for more male items she could add to her pile - not just clothes, but anything that she felt she didn't want him to have anymore. Her pile grew as she emptied more than a few of his boxes of things. She looked carefully at the pile she had created. She would be back later for it. It was time now to get herself ready for work. Chad sat in his car in the parking lot, watching as all the other employees walked into the building. He didn't really want to get out of his car. Sudden movement just outside his car startled him. He was annoyed to see Robin walking up, waiting for him. Worse, she was waving at him through the closed window and looking fairly happy. "Hi Chad," he heard her saying through his closed car windows. He rolled his window down instead of opening his door. "Hi Chad," Robin repeated. Then she stopped and stared at him. "Chad, your hair looks great today. It's all different! I love it!" "Yeah, well..." was all he was able to get out, rather sullenly. "Aren't you coming to work today?" she asked. "Or are you planning to sit there all day?" "I think I'd rather sit here," he admitted. "Why?" "Just because." She shook her head. Then she stopped and stared at him a bit harder. "Chad, you're wearing a blouse again today. Very pretty. And this time you've even padded your bra a bit. Is that why you don't want to get out?" "Kind of." He hit the button to roll up his window again. He didn't want to talk to her and he was having trouble finding the courage to go into work while wearing a skirt. Robin waited for him to open his car door, but he was just sitting there, staring straight ahead and trying to ignore her. She banged on his window. "Chad, open up!" Chad turned to her. Why wouldn't she just go away? He looked away from her again. Robin banged on his window yet again and even tried opening his car door, but it was locked. "Chad! What's wrong? Tell me. Come on, open up!" she yelled as she tried desperately once again to open his door. "No!" he replied from inside his car. In her frustration, she kicked his car door, harder than she meant to. "Oops!" She put her hand to her mouth in horror. Did she dent his car? Chad heard her kick his door. The sound surprised him and galvanized him into action. Had she dented his car? He quickly opened his door and scrambled angrily out to see. As he slammed it shut again, instead of looking directly at his car door, he saw Robin staring at him. Shit! He finally looked at his car. There was a spot in the middle of the dirty side where she had kicked it, but it wasn't dented or even damaged in any way - thankfully. "Chad," Robin said, still staring at him. "You're wearing a skirt outfit." Shit! Like he had any choice in the matter! "Yeah," he replied sullenly. "Is that why you didn't want to get out of your car?" "What do you think?" he replied angrily. "Well you're the one who chose to wear it!" she returned, put off by his attitude. "Shit!" he replied. "I wore this because..." But what could he really tell her? "It's complicated!" he finally finished. She actually swung her purse at him and hit him. "You idiot! Stop handing me that complicated crap!" "Well, it is," he replied more calmly. "Yeah, sure! Now are you coming into work today, or not?" He looked at her. She had already seen him now in what he had on. She had seen him in lots of different outfits now, just none with a skirt. Why should this be so much different? Because it was! With a sigh, he opened his car door and grabbed his purse. "Yeah," he finally replied. "Let's go." Robin fell in next to him as they walked toward the building. She was now a bit amused by him. "And you said yesterday that I'd probably never see you in a dress," she teased. He shook his head. "I hadn't planned on wearing this. And it's not a dress!" "Close enough," she replied. "Really the same thing." He didn't answer. He knew she was right. He felt so weird walking into work wearing the skirt. He had worn skirts a lot recently, but this time it just felt so different. He felt so much more exposed! "You do look very nice, you know," Robin stated as they walked. What could he say? "Thanks." "And I'm glad you appear to have some breasts today too. Much better." Chad rolled his eyes and said nothing. Trust a woman to notice everything! "And your legs aren't half-bad at all!" Ugh! Mel tried hard to work with her clients, and mostly she did very well, but her mind was really on Chad. How was he doing today? What was he experiencing? What was going through his mind? Did he really like it - deep down underneath? She was betting that some part of him was. It was all part of his fantasies after all. Late in the morning, she went out to Andrea's desk. "I'm going to be a little later than usual after lunch today," she told her. "I've got a few things to do. But I'll be back in plenty of time for my next appointment." "No problem," Andrea replied as she looked carefully at Mel's schedule for the day. The door suddenly opened and they both watched as a delivery man came in with a fairly good sized box. Mel signed for it and they both watched until the delivery man left. There were no clients in the office. Mel picked the box up and started for her office, but she stopped and turned toward Andrea. "Want to see?" "You don't have to ask twice," Andrea replied as she quickly got up from her desk. Mel had no idea what was in the box, but she was betting it was another of the outfits she had ordered for Chad. She set it on her desk and attacked it with her scissors to open it. No mounds of ruffles escaped out of the box this time. Instead, she saw pale blue and white material wrapped up inside of plastic. She also saw a pair of socks, also wrapped in plastic, on top of everything. She pulled the socks out. They were fancy anklets trimmed with lots of pale blue lace. She giggled a bit and handed them to Andrea. Then she pulled out the main package. She was sure it was another dress, it was just wrapped up for shipping. But there was still another smaller box left in the main big box. She pulled out the smaller box and opened it. Inside was a pair of pale blue Mary Jane shoes with tiny colorful flowers decorating the top. She couldn't help but let out a giggle as she held them up for Andrea to see. "How darling!" Andrea exclaimed as she started giggling too. Mel handed the shoes to her while she attacked the plastic packaging around the dress. Finally she got it free and held it up. Free of the packaging, the skirt flared way out, supported underneath by a wealth of netting. While the dress didn't have quite as many ruffles as the one that had arrived yesterday, it still had more than its fair share. The pale blue dress was heavily accented in white at the collar, the waist, the edges of the puffed sleeves and various places around the skirt. Without a doubt, it looked like a very sissyish little girl's party dress. "Oh, I love it!" Andrea screamed as she broke into complete laughter. "I only wish I could see him in these things some time." Mel was laughing too. "I'll have to see what I can do about that sometime." "Promise?" Andrea asked, half kidding. "Promise!" Mel replied, but she didn't know if she was kidding or not. Robin stopped by Chad's desk on her way to break. "Hi Chad," she said as she walked into his cubicle. Chad turned around in his seat, but he didn't say anything. At least he didn't look as upset as he had been earlier. "I just wanted to see how you're doing now, that's all." She was glad to see him actually smile - sheepishly, but still, he smiled. "Better, I guess," he replied. "Sorry I was so... off... earlier. It's just that I was so worried about the way I'm dressed." "Why?" she asked. "You look great. Better than usual if you really want to know." "I do?" "Sure." He shook his head. "I don't know why." "What do you mean?" "Well, it's just difficult... all this." "Look, Chad. Stand up so I can see you better." Chad hesitated for a moment, but what could it hurt to stand up? So he did as she asked. Robin surveyed him carefully. "Yeah, you really do look a lot better. Especially with your hair fixed that way. In fact, I'll bet there are times when nobody would even know you're not a woman." "I don't think I look that good," he replied quickly. "No. Well, not really. But I'm serious, at first glance, I don't think anyone would know." He sat down again. Her assurance was comforting. "Thanks... I guess," he added. She smiled. "Want to go to break with me... seeing as how you're completely dressed like the rest of us now?" He looked up at her horrified. "No way! No thanks!" She laughed. "Suit yourself," she replied as she walked out. Chad watched her go, then eventually turned back to his computer. But his project was no longer on his mind. He closed it and noticed the little icon he had put on his desktop for keeping track of the bet. He double-clicked on it and suddenly felt himself peeing as the spreadsheet opened. Peeing felt so good. So wonderfully good. He stared at the spreadsheet, only half seeing it. He was supposed to be keeping track of how long he could hold back. He had just peed without realizing he was going to do it. He hadn't held back at all. Like he was truly incontinent. And he was loving every second of wetting himself. Even though he was staring at the spreadsheet, he still wasn't really seeing it. What he was seeing instead was what the spreadsheet represented - winning the bet. But did he really want to win the bet? He had just wet himself without knowing he was going to do it. He had completely forgotten to hold back. In fact, he realized that he hadn't been holding back at all this morning, and he really didn't want to. He thought again about his struggles to hold everything in yesterday, timing himself so carefully - for what? This felt normal, holding back didn't - and it was difficult and somewhat painful. This was his dream - wetting himself with no control. Why did he really want to hold back at all? Why did he really want to win this bet? The spreadsheet told him there were still forty-two days left. Was it worth all the trouble he had been going through to try to remain on track and win? He put down thirty eight minutes in the column next to the forty-two, his best time yesterday. It certainly didn't seem like a very good number - not that he really cared today. Wetting himself with no control really did feel so much better. So why should he bother trying to win? It made no sense at all. He closed the spreadsheet and glanced back out to the hallway. Nobody was there. No one had seen the spreadsheet. That was good. Not even Robin. Robin - his only friend. She was down with her other friends right now - probably laughing at him. But he had no other friends. Not anymore. Only her. And he figured that she was only his friend now because she had to work with him. And it felt bad. He felt ashamed at himself once again for what he was doing through this bet. He had lost the self-respect he used to have because of the things that Mel demanded that he do. Not only did nobody want to talk to him, but he was too ashamed of himself to talk to anyone else. Was this the fate he really wanted? He quickly opened up his spreadsheet once again and started a new column. For the header he put, "Reasons to Win the Bet!" The first item he listed was "self-respect." Under that he added "friends." And under that he wrote, "get a life," because somehow, when this was all over with, he would get his life back again. He thought about those first three things on his list over and over again - self-respect, friends, get a life. He didn't just want those things, he needed them. Finally, he started listing other things too, a pool table, a new computer, a washer and dryer, and lots of expensive furniture. He finally closed the spreadsheet feeling once again in charge. Yeah, he loved wetting himself with no control, and maybe one day he'd do it again. But next time, he wouldn't lose everything important in the process. Now he couldn't wait to feel the tiny urge to pee again so he could start timing himself to see how long he could hold back! Robin laughed along with all her friends. They all had been plying her with questions about Chad and the fact that he was wearing a skirt to work today. "Oh God, I wish I had seen him this morning," one of her friends lamented. "Me too," another one added. "Well, I did see him," still another one said. "And I've got to say, while I was surprised, I really thought he looked pretty good - from a distance mind you." Robin laughed again. "Yeah, he really doesn't look all that bad - especially from a distance." "I just wish I had seen him," one of the women repeated. "Hey!" yet another one exclaimed. "I've got an idea!" It was almost lunchtime by the time that Chad suddenly realized he had to pee. He had almost missed the faint signs. He quickly glanced at his watch to note the time, but before his brain could register anything else, he felt himself peeing. He tried to hold back, but somehow, he couldn't figure out how. His brain seemed to be having trouble remembering how to do it. He stood up and tried to figure out what was wrong. He hadn't had any problem at all with it yesterday, it was just today. Okay, he was really enjoying wetting himself more than usual today and that was great, but why couldn't he remember how to control himself? Did the fact that he had to wear a skirt to work today have any affect on him? He had overly worried about it all night. Could that have affected his mind so much that he now had this problem? It didn't seem likely, but he had no other explanation. Somehow, that had to be connected to his problem. He tried hard to figure out how to work his muscles again, but he couldn't seem to find them - still. Why not? "Hi Chad," Robin said as she walked past his cubicle on the way to lunch. "Going to the gym again?" "Yeah," he replied, still mystified by why he couldn't remember how to hold back. "Okay," she replied. "Don't forget to get me some brochures and prices." "Sure thing," he replied as he pulled his purse out of his desk drawer, then turned his project off on his computer. As he walked through the hallways, he was still preoccupied with trying to figure out how to tighten his muscles. It was like they didn't exist! It wasn't until he was walking out the door that he noticed how many people were staring at him. Shit! He should have delayed a bit like he usually did till most of the people were gone. He hurried across the parking lot as fast as the heels on his feet would let him go - still trying to figure out how to tighten his muscles so he could start holding back again. Robin watched Chad carefully from her car as she waited for him. He was earlier than usual today. It was a good thing she had gotten a head start on him. She watched him pull out of his parking space, then she followed him. She knew exactly where he was going, so she allowed a few cars to get in-between. But it wasn't very far to the gym. She saw Chad getting out of his car and reaching for his pink bag as she pulled into the parking lot. Chad's head was buried in his car as he reached for his bag so he didn't see Robin until he was halfway to the door. He stopped, terrified that she was there. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I decided that it's not right for you to get the information for me. I can get my questions answered much better if I do this myself." Her explanation sounded all too logical to him, but he still wasn't exactly happy. "But I'll be glad to get it all for you," he argued. "Why?" she replied. "I'm already here." She linked her arm through his and practically dragged him toward the door. He went with her, but not willingly. "Why this gym?" he asked. "Oh Chad, what a question. It's supposed to be a very good place and it's right near work." He wasn't really buying it though. "You just want to see who I'm meeting!" She laughed a bit. "Well, that would be a bonus, I admit. But, I mean, look at me! Since I had the baby I haven't lost any weight at all." Chad wasn't too sure about the last part. Robin had never seemed all that worried about her weight even before she had her baby. He was more certain that she just wanted to see who he was meeting. He stopped walking as they approached the door. Did he really want to do this? No, he didn't. Things were embarrassing enough! "I can't!" he replied as he turned around towards his car. But Robin wasn't about to let him get away that easily. He had been infuriatingly stubborn about things for the last few weeks. She was here now - with him, and she wanted some answers. Even a few answers would help. She grabbed his arm before he could take another step. "Oh no you're not! Don't be silly. Now come on in with me while I see just how expensive this place is." Chad was reluctant, but he let himself be dragged through the door that she opened for him. "Sissy!" the receptionist squealed as she caught sight of him. "That's a very pretty outfit." "Sissy?" Robin asked in mock surprise as she turned her head towards him. She already knew about the name, but now she wanted him to tell her. Chad looked at her and his mouth gaped open, but what could he say? How was he going to explain it? He turned his head back to the receptionist, she was just staring at him with an amused look on her face. He decided to ignore Robin. "Would you please find Cassie for me?" The receptionist just folded her arms and stood there as if she was waiting for something. He realized that she wanted him to curtsey for her again, but there was no way he would ever do that with Robin there. "Please just get Cassie," he repeated. The receptionist didn't look all that pleased. "I'll be back to help you in a minute," she said to Robin, then she left. "Sissy?" Robin asked again. He turned away from her, not wanting to say or admit anything. But Robin stayed right behind him. "She called you Sissy. She didn't say it as if she was calling you a sissy - which obviously you are. She said it like a name!" But he still wouldn't face her. She saw him turn towards the door, as if he was going to run. She moved to stand between him and the door, blocking it, and also confronting his face. "It's complicated, damn it!" he exclaimed angrily. "Why? What's so damn complicated? Tell me!" He turned away from her again. "No!" He could be so infuriatingly stubborn. She was going to press him harder, but the receptionist was returning with another woman. "Hi Sissy," Cassie said as she got to the front. Her gaze though was on Robin. "Who's your friend?" Chad didn't really want to introduce them. He didn't want Robin there at all. But what was he going to do? Rather sullenly, he said, "Cassie, this is Robin. Robin, this is Cassie, one of the trainers here." "Glad to meet you Cassie," Robin replied. "Are you any good at helping someone get rid of the extra pounds from having a baby?" Cassie was clearly startled by Robin's question. For a moment she had thought that maybe this Robin woman had come in for a different reason, seeing that she knew Sissy. She smiled broadly at Robin. "It's one of my specialties. When did you have your baby?" "Eleven months ago. But I just never did anything to really get back into shape... not that I was in all that great shape to begin with - as you can probably see." Cassie smiled again. "Oh, you're not bad at all." She dropped her voice to almost a whisper. "You should see some of the women that come in here." Robin laughed along with Cassie, "Yeah, I can imagine. So what would you recommend?" "Why don't you let me give you the tour?" Robin's eyes opened wide with surprise. "That would be great!" Chad suddenly found himself alone with the receptionist as he watched Robin following Cassie back through the gym. Maybe Robin really did want to join. But then again, maybe not! And now she knew that everyone here was calling him Sissy - his new name. Self-respect, friends, and a life! "Your friend seems very nice," the receptionist commented. He shrugged. But the receptionist was right. "Yeah, she is," he replied. "I like what you've done with your hair today. It really looks very nice." Ugh! Small talk. Feminine small talk. "Thanks," he replied. Why were Cassie and Robin taking so long? What could they be talking about? Not him, he hoped. "Did you fix your hair yourself?" the receptionist asked. He was forced to turn his attention back to her more fully. "Yeah," he admitted. "It wasn't all that easy." "Why not get it permed then, like I do? Then it's easy to take care of." Permed? No, not if he could help it. "I don't think I want to go that far with it," he replied. He finally spotted Cassie and Robin coming back together. They were talking animatedly together. He just hoped they weren't talking about him. "Thanks, Cassie," Robin said as they got back to the front. "You've given me a lot to think about now. I'll call you later." She then turned her attention back towards Chad. Smiling, she said, "See you later - Sissy." And she walked out the door. Chad watched as she walked out - totally aghast at what she had done. He turned back to Cassie. "What did you tell her?" Cassie was surprised by his question. "Tell her? I told her all about the gym and what we can do for her here. She's really interested and it would do her a lot of good." Chad still had a feeling that the two women had talked about more than just the gym. This time, he led the way to the back room himself. Cassie watched him as he undressed. He didn't exactly seem happy. She was guessing the cause of his problem was the woman she had just met... Robin. She dug his bottle and the baby lotion out of his diaper bag and waited till he laid down on the floor, ready for her to begin. "You don't seem very happy today," she noted as she handed him his bottle. "I'm not." "Because of your friend, Robin?" He nodded instead of trying to answer with the nipple in his mouth. Sucking on the nipple felt good... somewhat comforting. Cassie removed his diapers and placed a fresh one under him. Then she squirted a large amount of baby lotion into her hands. "Ready?" she asked. Her only answer was him rolling his eyes. As usual, she began rubbing the baby lotion into him. She played with his chastity device just a bit to try to get a reaction out of him, but just like the past few days, she got nothing. Chad felt her rubbing her magic hands over him. She really did have a wonderful touch. He wasn't all that happy about when she started rocking his chastity device back and forth though, but fortunately, once again, he never even started to get hard from it. But the moment her hands left his device, another sensation hit him, and unfortunately, it hit him fast. "Oh no!" he shouted as he dropped the bottle in his hands and moved both of his hands to his groin. The feeling of having to pee came all too quickly and he still hadn't been able to find those muscles to stop it. Before he knew it, it was all gushing out of him. He grabbed the hard plastic of his chastity device and squeezed it to stop the peeing, but that did nothing at all. He rolled onto his side and got to his feet, still fighting to stop the peeing, but it was still coming out of him, and worse it was going everywhere because he was moving around so much. "Stand still!" Cassie ordered as she quickly held a diaper over the chastity device. Chad was breathing hard now, totally panicked once again while Cassie continued to hold the diaper to catch what little might still be coming out of him. He felt so frustrated. "Damn!" he cursed softly. He glanced around the small office. He had made a mess. Damn! "Sorry," he exclaimed. "I couldn't stop it." Damn! Cassie was somewhat annoyed since some of his pee had wound up on her, but mostly she was surprised and fascinated. The guy really was losing control - totally! "It's okay, baby," she said as she cautiously removed the diaper to see if he had finished yet. He had. She looked around the room and grabbed another fresh diaper to wipe the mess up with. Fortunately, it all came up easily. Fortunately too, the cleaning lady washed all the floors every night. "See, no problem," she finally said as she noticed that Chad was still on his feet and looking somewhat horrified. She supposed that she would look horrified too. "Come on, baby. Lay back down again and let's just finish. Okay?" Chad reluctantly laid back down again for her. He picked up his baby bottle and began sucking on it again. Why couldn't he tighten those muscles? Did he have some kind of major accident that injured him in some way that he couldn't remember? It made no sense. Cassie didn't play with his tiny asshole. Instead, she just put fresh baby lotion all over him and inserted another suppository. Then she diapered him. Through it all, he just drank his bottle and stared at the ceiling like he was very distracted. "Okay, all done," she said, indicating that he could get dressed now. But it took him a moment to come back to reality. "Are you okay?" she asked. "I don't know," he admitted. "I'm not having the best of days today." "Again?" she asked. "Again," he admitted. Robin finished her lunch and drove back to work. As she passed Chad's cubicle, she noticed that he wasn't back from lunch yet, but then she was a bit early. All through lunch, she thought about what had happened at the gym. Not much really. What had she really learned? Again, not much. She had wanted to ask that trainer that he was visiting - Cassie - more about what she was doing with him, but she just couldn't work it into any of the conversations. Mostly, Cassie had just touted how good the gym was - which did really sound great... and worse, she knew how much she needed it. But she knew that she would never be joining. Not only was it expensive, she was just too lazy. No, she hadn't gotten all that much out of her visit at all, except maybe one thing. And she was going to use it as a major hammering stake with Chad! Mel had just parked her car when her cell phone went off. "Hello?" she said quickly. "Hi Mel," Cassie's voice came over the connection. "Hi Cassie. How did it go today?" Cassie started laughing. "Oh Mel, you wouldn't believe it. I was just rubbing some baby lotion onto the front of him, not really doing much else yet, when he started peeing all over the place... and he couldn't stop it!" Mel was shocked. "He couldn't?" "No! Not at all! I have to tell you, he was really upset about it. And let me tell you, it went everywhere! Quite a mess!" Mel laughed, "I can imagine. I'm sorry about that. Do you need to quit taking care of him?" This time it was Cassie's turn to laugh. "Are you kidding? I'm loving this. You wouldn't believe how fascinating all this is." Suddenly, Mel wasn't quite as happy with Cassie taking care of Sissy for her. She felt jealous because Cassie was discovering things that she herself never got to see. But the end result was that she had far more proof now that she was winning the bet. Her confidence soared. There would be plenty of time later to see things for herself. The bet was all that really mattered. "I'm just glad you're helping," she replied. "Hey, did you know he came in today with another woman from work? Someone named Robin." "Robin? She was there?" "Yeah, I gave her that ten cent tour. I'm pretty sure she's not at all interested in joining the gym though." Mel was fairly sure too. She didn't know Robin but she could just imagine. She was probably young and really good looking, the type that didn't need the services of the gym. She felt the strings of jealousy once again trying to get at her but she pushed them away. "Okay, Cassie. That's good to know. I appreciate it." Mel put her cell phone away and went into the store where she bought a number of packing boxes and some packaging tape. She put them into the trunk of her car and drove home. She didn't go to her apartment though, she went directly into Chad's. She put everything she had gathered up earlier that morning into the boxes and sealed them up completely. Then she dragged the heavy boxes down the stairs and lifted them into her car. Some went into her trunk, but several had to go into her back seat. Then she drove to one of the storage garages that she had rented several years ago. She unloaded the boxes from her car and dragged them into the unit where she had many other things stored. When the boxes were inside, she looked carefully around the storage unit at all the furniture and things that she was capable of seeing from where she stood. Most of it was wrapped in heavy blankets or carefully packed away in boxes. Most of it had belonged to her parents before they died. It was all things she didn't want to part with. But she wasn't ready to commit herself to owning a house that was big enough to hold it all - yet. As she drove back to work, she thought about Chad. He had no male clothes left to wear, only female. Little by little she was stripping his male existence away from him - completely. And he was about to discover that he would be leading a more and more feminine life as this bet went on. She had already denied him the ability to do anything more than to just pee out of his male appendage - denying him totally of that. Now she would be denying him any kind of male existence at all - more and more anyway. Denying him - and fulfilling her! The thought actually sent waves of pleasure throughout her. She was surprised to find herself getting a little bit wet in her private regions over it. She didn't know why she liked it so much, but she did. And since she could, she was going to take as much advantage of that as possible. The "denying him" thoughts reminded her of the one little problem she had been nursing in the back of her mind for the last few days. She had given him mixed signals. That had been a big mistake. With a suddenly realization of what she had to do, she smiled with new confidence. She knew what she wanted to do with him now - completely. And what was better, she now had proof that she was winning this bet. He was going to be hers for a very... very... long... time! Chad brooded all afternoon about what had happened with Cassie and why he couldn't control himself anymore. He knew he was supposed to use the muscles down there, but his brain couldn't seem to figure out how to contact them. It was as if they no longer existed! His eyes stared at the project on his screen, but he got no work done at all because of it. A few hours later, the suppository that Cassie had stuck up inside of him began to do its thing, just as it usually did about that time of day. The discomfort from it made him twitch and strain a bit. There was no fighting it, and he really didn't even try, but in the middle of messing himself, he suddenly realized that he had suddenly felt his bladder muscles again. As the mess continued to come out of him in tiny bits at a time, he now experimented with tightening those muscles. They didn't really want to react at first, but as he tried it over and over again, he began to feel more and more sure of himself, and more and more elated. The suppository had finished doing it's job, which wasn't all that bad since he had again had a very light lunch, but more importantly, the suppository had somehow kick-started his muscles again. He was back! He knew it, and he was going to win this bet! Feeling much more confident, he squirmed to settle the mess in his bottom more comfortably and got to work, but the words 'self-respect, friends, and get a life,' kept going through his head. Mel came out of the conference room and shook hands again with her client. She watched till he was out the door. "What's next?" she asked Andrea. "Nothing for another hour," Andrea replied. "But another package came for you a few minutes ago. This one is smaller though." Mel was curious. "Smaller?" She walked over to Andrea's desk and found the package. It was a little bigger than a shoebox, but she didn't remember ordering him another pair of shoes. But then she didn't remember anything that she had ordered for him. She had been way too drunk that night. "Scissors?" she said as she stood over the box on Andrea's desk. Andrea handed her the scissors and Mel opened the box. She removed the lid and looked inside. She was shocked... deeply shocked. She reached into the box and touched one of the objects inside. Even through the plastic packaging it felt a bit weird. She felt a bit dirty just touching it. But then she laughed. "What is it?" Andrea asked. Mel tilted the box to show her. "Oh my God! Are they what I think they are?" Instead of answering, Mel pulled out a piece of paper from the box. Before she could read it, something else in the box caught her eye. She picked it up and stared at it in wonderment. A small spray can of surgical glue. She looked briefly at the paper. Instructions. She handed the paper to Andrea. "Oh... my... God! Oh... my... God!" It was all that Andrea could say. Mel watched as Andrea looked back up at her. Then both of them cracked up laughing. Chad's new breast forms had arrived, and she couldn't wait to see them on him. Robin was watching the clock. She had purposely been avoiding Chad all afternoon, leaving him alone. But not for much longer. It was now a little before her break time. It was now or never. With a feeling of excitement - and purpose, she walked around to his cubicle. "Hi," she said as she walked in. Chad turned around in his seat. "Hi Robin," he replied, knowing she was probably heading down to the break room and would be asking him to go again. But she walked into his cubicle instead and leaned up against his desk. "Maybe I should have said, 'Hi Sissy.' Would that have been more correct?" Chad suddenly wanted to scream. He shook his head. "Robin, please..." "Please what?" she asked. "Please call you Sissy instead?" "No! Please don't!" "Why not? That's what your other friends call you at the gym. Why should I be any different?" How could he answer that? "No... it's just that... that's different." "What's different? You mean I'm not your friend? Whether you like it or not, I like to think I am." "Yes, you are my friend. The only friend I think I have left now." "So why won't you tell me anything then? Why do they get to call you Sissy and I don't? By the way, it is a better name for you now." Chad felt so frustrated. "Robin, please..." but he didn't really know what else to say. "It's just complicated." "Well then, Sissy, why don't you uncomplicated it for me?" "I can't!" he replied, turning himself back away from her so he wouldn't have to face her. She had tried. But she was only really starting. There was a lot more to do now. "I don't believe you for a minute - Sissy! But I'm going to take my break now, are you sure you don't want to come with me?" "No!" he said, not bothering to turn around. "And please stop calling me Sissy." "No!" she returned purposefully. He turned back around horrified. "Why not?" She smiled at him wickedly. "Because... it's complicated!" She left him then and headed straight to the break room. It felt good to leave him with a taste of his own medicine. But if her friends were still up for it, she'd be seeing him for round two very shortly. Chad was upset. Now Robin was calling him Sissy. And he knew that the way he had treated her was only making her more likely to keep calling him that. A thought struck him, she wouldn't actually tell anyone else, would she? She was his friend after all. But that didn't really mean all that much. Ten minutes later, he heard a lot of noise out in the hallway, a bunch of voices all talking excitedly... and the noise was getting closer. Curious, he backed his chair up into the entrance to his cubicle to see what was going on. Robin and what looked to him like most of the women in the company were heading straight for him! "There he is!" he heard one of the women shout excitedly. "You mean there she is," another woman corrected her. Chad was petrified as he suddenly found his cubicle invaded by not just Robin but all too many of the women from around the company. He backed his chair against his desk as far as it would go, but his cubicle was soon full of feminine voices surrounding him. "What's going on?" he demanded. "Well... Sissy..." Robin explained, "we decided that you've been keeping to yourself way too long now. You need to get out more and talk to some other people. And who better to talk to than us. So we're taking you to break with us." "No! I don't want to go to break!" Chad replied quickly. "Tough, Sissy, because you're going!" With that, Robin grabbed his left arm and another woman grabbed his right arm and together they dragged him out of his chair towards the entrance to his cubicle. "No!" he screamed again, pleading with them to stop. But they didn't stop. The women never once let go of him - all the way to the break room. "He does have pretty good legs," he heard one of them remarking as he was being led along. "I like his outfit," another one added. "I like his shoes," still anther one said. "Where do you get your hair done," still another one asked. "His nails are sooo pretty," another one noted. Chad was going crazy. He was surrounded by women who were determined to make his life miserable - again. And they weren't giving him any way out. They led him, noisily, all the way to the break room, then straight to a big table in the middle of the room where the women usually congregated. "Have a seat, Honey," one of the women said as she held out a chair for him. Chad found himself almost pushed into the chair. He sat down and stared at all the women taking seats around him. All around him. Still leaving him no way to get out. "How do you take your coffee?" one of the women asked. "She likes it black," Robin replied for him. He looked at her. She was smiling evilly at him. All the women in his life now smiled evilly at him. All of them... and all too often. "What do you want?" he asked. "Just to talk," Robin answered simply. Then she walked away to get herself a cup of coffee. Someone set a cup of black coffee in front of him and he picked it up. Tentatively, like it might be poisoned, he took a sip. But coffee wasn't going to do anything to calm his nerves now. He thought about the nipples on his bottles and suddenly craved one. "So Sissy," one of the women asked, "why have you been keeping yourself from us?" Chad shook his head. The crazy woman was serious! "Uh, I didn't want to upset or disturb you," he replied, trying to be nice. "Oh don't be silly. You're not going to upset us? We love seeing you." Chad winced. Yeah, he was sure of that! "So what made you decide to finally wear a skirt today?" another woman asked. "You know, we've been making bets as to when you would do it?" They were making bets on it? Crazier and crazier. "Uh... it's complicated," he replied, falling back on his same old answer. "Everything to him is complicated lately," Robin added. "Why?" several of the women asked. "What's so complicated?" one of the women asked him directly. "It just is, that's all!" Chad replied with a bit of anger. He wasn't about to get into this any further. "Well you don't have to get so huffy about it," the woman replied. "We're all women here. We all have a lot of the same problems." "Well, I don't!" Chad replied angrily. "You don't?" the woman asked. "You mean to tell me you don't have to worry about getting your makeup on straight, or you don't have to worry if your hair looks okay, or you don't worry about your shoes hurting, or maybe a thousand other things? Don't kid me, Honey." "Well... maybe," Chad admitted. "There, you see. You are one of us then. So spill girl, spill." But there was no way that Chad could tell them anything. He set his coffee on the table in front of him and stood up. "I can't!" he said vehemently. He turned and forced his way between the women sitting around him. "Let him go, girls" Robin said. "We'll have him back again. I guarantee it!" Chad turned and looked at her angrily then resumed making his way through the women and walked out. "Bye bye, Sissy," one of the women called behind him. "We'll be here for you anytime!" Chad stomped angrily back to his own cubicle. All the way back through the hallways, he hated being so exposed in the skirt he was wearing. He literally couldn't believe what they had just done to him. It was mean and cruel! Obviously Robin wasn't the friend he thought she was. And he had a pretty good feeling that all the women would be calling him Sissy from now on. It was quite obvious that Robin had told them. Things were definitely getting worse and worse! He suddenly felt the need to pee and checked the dial on his watch to note the time. Holding back was oddly more difficult than usual, but his anger at Robin and the women seemed to help him. He sat in front of his computer to work, but work was impossible, so he just staring at the screen while his mind raged. "Hi Sissy." Chad turned around to see Robin standing in the entrance to his cubicle again. He angrily turned away from her, not wanting to talk or even look at her. Robin walked in and leaned against his desk. "I hope you realize that what we just did was good for you." Chad turned to her, totally aghast. "Good for me? You can't be serious! That was the cruelest thing you could have ever done to me!" He turned away from her again. "Cruel? Maybe. But it was good for you too. You not only need to get out more, but I hope you realize now that you have more friends out there than you realize. All you have to do is to talk to them and be their friend too." "Not likely!" he replied with his back still to her. Robin sighed. "Like I said, whether you realize it or not. It was good for you and you've got friends there if you want them. I hope you'll come back and join us again sometime." She walked out then and left him. Chad was still furious. Good for me? Ha! Friends? Ha! With friends like that, who needs enemies? The only thing they wanted to do was to humiliate me! Some friends! A few minutes later, Chad's mental ranting against Robin and her "friends" was interrupted by his realization that he still needed to pee so badly. He realized he was working awfully hard to hold back - already. Why bother? Why not just give in? It would feel so much better. The words self-respect, friends, and a life, ran through his head. He struggled against the need to pee, but he finally gave in and enjoyed wetting himself immensely. He checked his watch. Only eleven minutes. Not very good. Why was it suddenly so difficult to do? Why wasn't it normal anymore? Next time though, he'd do better. As per Mel's text reminder, Chad hurried home after work and cleaned himself up quickly. It was Friday night, the night they usually had their nails done. He was surprised at how normal the routine seemed to him now. He dreaded it... and he supposed he was excited by it as well. He just hoped that this time the color would be a bit better than the electric pink that his nails were now, yet how odd that he had somehow gotten used to the bright color his nails were now. As per her usual instructions, when he got dressed again, he left his pantyhose off. His bare legs looked all too pale and white in their naked state. Not nearly as good as they had looked in the pantyhose - he thought so anyway. He had been incredibly conscious of his exposed legs all day in the skirt. He had been horrified to have to wear it, yet deep down, he was excited by the situation too. His bare legs now felt so different against the colorful material of the skirt as it constantly brushed against him. Where the pantyhose had accented some feelings, they had also muted others. Now, those muted sensations seemed all too prevalent - and sensual. He was thankful that he had shaved his legs that morning. Once he was ready to go again, he glanced at the pile of clothes he had left on his bedroom floor from earlier that morning. Mel wasn't there yet, so he picked up a dress that was on top of the stack and opened his closet door to get a hanger - and stopped dead. The first thing that he noticed was how much extra empty space his closet now had. The second thing that caught his eye was all the empty hangers that used to hold his male shirts. And the last thing that he noticed was that there was nothing in the closet at all that was wrapped up in Mel's cling wrap. It was all gone - missing. Every piece of male clothing that had been in there was totally gone! Vanished! He stared at his empty closet in complete disbelief. There was a quick knock on his door, but he didn't move. He soon heard Mel using her key to open the door. "Sissy? Are you ready?" he heard her calling. He turned toward her, still standing at the entrance to his closet, but he was still too much in shock to answer her. "Sissy?" Mel called again as she walked quickly toward his bedroom. She found him there, with his mouth open in surprise, standing in front of his closet. She smiled as she realized what his problem was. "Come on now Sissy. We don't have time for you to waste, gawking at nothing." "But..." Chad got out and pointed at his closet. "Yes, I know," she replied, "it's all gone. Now get a move on so we won't be late." As if in a dream, Chad dropped the dress that was in his hands back onto the pile on the floor and followed her out toward the door. Mel handed him his purse and diaper bag and led the way out. "Hurry up! Stop dawdling!" she commanded, trying to get him to move faster. Chad moved faster, but only a little as he followed her down the stairs and got into her car. "My clothes..." he started to say as Mel took off like a racecar driver from the parking lot. "Yes, I know, they're gone now," Mel replied simply as she raced down the street. "But..." "But you don't need them anymore." Chad wanted to protest, he wanted to argue, but there was nothing really to protest or argue about. "What did you do with them?" he finally asked. "I put them somewhere where we both will have trouble getting at them." "Why?" "So you won't be thinking about them anymore. You don't need them anymore. You've turned another corner, Sissy. It's time to continue down the avenue." Chad wasn't all that sure about her metaphor, or what she really meant, so he said nothing. "So, how was your day?" she asked happily. "Ugh!" he grunted. "One of the worst!" Mel smiled delightedly. "Because of your little accident at the gym?" "Oh God!" he replied. "That was awful! But it's more than that. My whole day was terrible." "Why, because you had to wear a skirt today?" He didn't even have to think much about that one. "Definitely!" "What do you mean?" "Well, in some ways I guess I didn't have a problem. I guess because I've been dressing too much as a woman already." "Too much? Not at all!" He didn't reply to that. "But in other ways, the skirt caused me nothing but problems!" "Okay. So tell me." "Well, the worst of it was all the women at work. Geez! Would you believe they told me they had been taking bets on when I would start wearing skirts?" Mel laughed. "I'll bet they were. Did anybody win?" "I don't know and I don't care." "Awww." "But that wasn't really the bad thing. This afternoon they all descended on me in a mob and dragged me down to the break room with them." Mel laughed again. "So they kidnapped you?" "Yeah! Exactly!" Mel was really enjoying hearing about it. "And they took you to the break room? Why?" "To humiliate me! What else? The kept making comments like, 'you have good legs,' or 'I like your outfit.' Then they made me sit down and wanted me tell them all about why I'm doing this." "So did you tell them?" "Not on your life! No way!" "Why not?" "Don't be ridiculous! I'm not going to tell them anything at all about this bet!" Mel laughed again. "So what did you do?" "I finally escaped and got out of there." Mel was delighted hearing about it all. But the only reply she could make just then was to teasingly say, "You really do have pretty good legs." "Ugh!" The same nail technician was waiting for him when they walked into the salon. Before he could even say hi to her though, she was motioning him to follow her to the back. "Hurry up, we've got lots to do today," she said, trying to get him to move a bit faster. "You look pretty today," she said as he sat down in the chair to have his toenails done. He wasn't sure what to say, so he just said, "Thank you." "I like your hair that way," she said as she unbuckled his shoes and slipped them off. "That seems to be the general consensus," Chad replied. Chad was now familiar and comfortable with the procedures for having his toenails done and he sat back and relaxed while the technician did her job. He was happy to see a pretty red color being applied to his nails a few minutes later. It was certainly a lot better than the electric pink they had used on him last week. A little while later,