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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 22 (Saturday - week 3) In the early morning hours, before it even began to get light, and long before she even started to come awake, she dreamed of a house. Her house. Her perfect, beautiful house. A house that everyone loved and envied her for. A house with a stone exterior set on acres of beautifully manicured grounds. The interior was furnished in a mixture of new things mixed with the things she had loved and saved from her parent's home. Things that meant so much to her. In her dream, she wandered through her house and touched those pieces that were special to her. Each touch brought her feelings of love and joy - as did Sissy, who stood quietly in the background, always awaiting her slightest wish. She had dreamed about this house often, but this time, her dream was far more detailed, far more complete than it had ever been before. And it was so real that even in her sleep, she could almost touch it, smell it, have it. Happily, she drifted out of the dream into a deep sleep once again, till hours later, she woke up feeling happy and fulfilled, still remembering odd remnants of her previous dream. A dream she wanted badly just then, just like she wanted some coffee! No loud music blared into the room when Chad woke up. The full light of the sun seeped all around his shades, startling him for a moment before he remembered that it was Saturday. The weekend. No work - at least not for the company. Mel was another story. He pried himself out of bed and looked at his pink clock radio. It was later than he thought. He stretched and yawned happily around the pacifier that was still in his mouth. It was good to get some extra sleep once in a while. He fanned his fingers out on both hands and looked at his new nails. Huge claws. How was he supposed to live with them? He grabbed one of the nails and tugged on it. It seemed strong enough, yet it felt fragile too. Strange. He waddled in his wet, messy diapers out to the kitchen and read the note Mel had left on his counter, his long red nails catching his eyes as much as the words on the paper. Sissy, It's Saturday. You have the day off till three o'clock. Don't be late! While you're off I expect you to make the most of your free time. You need at least two more packages of diapers and at least six more pairs of pantyhose. And make sure you stock up on anything else you're running out of. This is your time to take care of those things. Don't you dare buy anything for yourself that might be even partially thought of as masculine or I will punish you severely! When you arrive at three, I expect you to be in a perfectly pressed uniform. I will inspect! Don't call me for anything before you arrive. The day is yours. Chad read the note three times and finally sighed deeply. Another day off. He distinctly remembered last Saturday. What a pain that day had been. He had no doubt that today would be equally as bad. His mind quickly made note of two distinct things that made him panic slightly - first, he had no pants to wear so he would be in a skirt when he went out shopping, and the second thing was that he would be going out shopping with his super long red fingernails. He placed his hand on the kitchen counter and pressed down with just his nails, as if testing their strength, trying to pop them up. They seemed strong enough, too strong maybe. He waddled over to the refrigerator and pulled out one of the few bottles of tea that was still in there. It would be nice if he ran out and she didn't replace them. He knew better though. He grabbed one because he wanted one and had nothing else to drink. He finally removed the pacifier that he had slept with all night and headed into his living room. He sat in the only chair he owned and stared at his blank walls while he nursed on his bottle and thought about his morning ahead. He had to go shopping again. He needed to restock his supplies. Seemingly normal stuff. The problem was leaving the comfort of his apartment while dressed the way he knew he'd have to be. There would be no trying to hide anything today - not like last week. He quickly figured that things would undoubtedly go easier for him if he tried to look as much like a woman as possible. He hated the idea. He hated the idea even more because it added heaping amounts of fuel to his already over stimulated and under-relieved sexual need. Damn! Was he really doing this? Was he really about to go out shopping dressed entirely as a woman again - only this time by himself? Unbelievably, the answer was yes. He never dreamed he could ever go out like he had been - or like he would be doing again shortly. Never - ever - dreamed! Yet he was doing it. And dare he think it, loving it? Because way deep down, he really was living his fantasies. Damn he needed some relief! Mel opened the larger of the two boxes that had been delivered yesterday. She removed the dress from the packaging and crammed it into her closet next to the one that had arrived before. Both of them had super-full skirts. Neither of them really fit in the closet and with both of them there, they took up way too much space. But she had no other place to hang them and she didn't want to send them to Sissy's apartment yet. In fact she didn't even want him to know about the new dress yet. That was for later. So she just crammed both dresses together as best as she could. The shoes and the ankle socks she put in the closet on the floor. There wasn't much room for them either. She really needed a bigger closet. Thoughts of the house she wanted invaded her mind again. A really huge closet would be so nice. Just as soon as she had won this bet, she would buy a house. With Sissy there to take care of it, she would have no worries. She wondered again if he realized yet that he had already lost. Maybe she should talk to a real-estate broker now and get things rolling. That was a pleasant thought. But no, it was still too soon. There was no need to rush things. She finally turned to the smaller of the boxes that had arrived, his breast forms. She opened the box, pulled one out, and removed it from the plastic packaging. It felt soft and a bit squishy... and all too real. It was also heavier than she expected. But then, weren't her own breasts heavy? She smiled, her breasts might be heavy, but she lived with them and loved them. And she wouldn't have it any other way. Now Chad could experience the same wonderful feeling too. Although she wasn't really sure how wonderful he would feel about it. But then it was hard to tell, he was a sissy after all. She put the breast form back into the box and pulled out the little spray can of glue. Would it really hold that well? She'd just have to see. She put the can back into the box and pulled out the printed instructions. One thing caught her eye that she hadn't thought of before, the glue needed another product to soften it for removal. She hadn't bought any. She'd have to look around in the stores to see if she could find some. She put the whole box into her closet and out of the way where he wouldn't see it. The breast forms, like the new dress, were for later. She wondered how he was getting along with his new nails and almost laughed. She knew how impossible nails half that length could be. She had no doubts that he was finding his situation interesting... to say the least. Between thinking about his new dress and the breast forms and him having to deal with those extra long nails, she was quickly becoming moist and sexually charged again. Tonight! Tonight for sure! Chad stared at his closet. He had just finished hanging everything back up that had been on the floor, but his closet still looked empty. Seeing only feminine clothes in there now and no male clothing at all was both thrilling, and frightening. And if Mel had her way, he figured his collection of feminine things would be growing drastically. Which he wasn't totally opposed to, he did like wearing them after all. He always had. He just didn't want to do it permanently. But if he didn't win this bet, then that's just what might happen, and the thought of it scared him. Fortunately, he was completely back on track again to win, and hopefully there would be no more episodes like he experienced yesterday. That had been troubling. But he was already doing much better than yesterday. His best time so far today was already up to sixteen minutes, a far cry from his best time of eleven minutes yesterday. But then yesterday had been weird. He was more determined now than ever to win this bet - no matter what! Self- respect, friends, and a life! He had already showered and put on two fresh diapers. His girdle was already in place as were his pantyhose - although he almost left the pantyhose off completely. Putting them on with his super-long nails had been almost impossible. Just trying to roll them up with his nails had been impossible - he had ruined the first two pairs he tried to put on because of his nails, and if he had to wear a dress today then he couldn't wear pantyhose with runs in them. His makeup and hair were also done. His nails had been a major hindrance there too. He couldn't believe how difficult it was to just open the eye shadow container. Major difficult. And try to pick up something tiny? Forget it! More and more he found himself moving his fingers strangely because of the claws on his fingers. And because of it, he thought the end result was that he was having to move his hands more femininely. Not because he really wanted to, but because the nails were forcing him to. It was not only humiliating, but every little movement of his fingers now reminded him of his feminized predicament - which constantly refueled his huge sexual need. A need so great now that he wanted to make a fist and punch the walls... but of course, the nails wouldn't even let him make a fist. With his clothes finally hung up, it was time to get dressed. But what should he wear? He didn't have another complete skirt and top set like he had worn yesterday. Without removing anything from the hanger this time, he sorted through item after item and looked at his choices carefully. Finally, he chose a dress that he had owned from long before he met Mel. He had always liked the dress and he thought he looked good in it - he hoped anyway. The simple dress was of a dark solid material that he didn't think would stand out too much, and it was belted in the middle which he hoped would make him look like he had more of a figure than he did. Perfect. He padded the bra-part of his girdle with the two pairs of pantyhose that he had ruined earlier and slipped the dress on. But zipping it up the back with his long nails was nearly impossible! He twisted the dress this way and that as he struggled to grab the zipper with enough force to pull it all the way up. But finally he got it there. He wasn't looking forward to having to unzip it again later. With the belt finally fastened, he looked at all the shoes in his closet. He decided not to wear the low heeled pumps that went with his maid's uniform. They would have been the most comfortable, but he didn't think they would go as well with his dress as some of the others he had. He chose the most medium height heels he could and buckled them on, hoping that they went well enough with his dress. He easily slipped his ring over his long nail and onto his finger, but his necklace and watch were almost impossible to fasten. He almost gave up on the necklace before he finally got it. The watch was only a little easier. Not being able to see himself fully since he didn't have a full length mirror, he checked what he could see in the bathroom mirror. He hoped it would be good enough because he really didn't know what else he could do. He found his pen and some paper and stated making a shopping list. Diapers and pantyhose went on first. But trying to write them almost made him give up on creating the list. Just figuring out how to hold his pen with the nails he had now was difficult. Once he had written those first two items, he added razors and some more of the moisturizer that he used instead of shaving cream. He also added shampoo and conditioner and deodorant. He checked his makeup supply and decided that he was okay for now - thankfully. Finally, he added a full-length mirror to his list. The way things had turned now, he figured he needed it. And it would be interesting, if not helpful, to see how he looked whenever he got dressed. He had a lot to do and it was time to get going... like it or not. He grabbed his purse and stopped for a moment and stared at his door. He took a deep breath for courage and finally opened his door and headed out. Just walking down to his car was nerve-wracking. But surprisingly, wearing the dress along with his new fingernails, he felt rather more feminine than ever. He was scared to death, but deep down he was enjoying it too. His nails made him fumble with his purse as he tried to fish out his car keys, then they made him fumble more as he unlocked his car. In fact, they were making him fumble with everything. In reality, the nails were simply impossible! He had seen nails that long on a few women before... how did they get through life? He couldn't even grip his steering wheel the way he usually did because of the nails, they were in the way of everything. His first stop of the morning was at the ATM machine at his bank to get more cash for his wallet. Getting his bank card out of his wallet was difficult, but when it came time to push the buttons on the machine, he decided to use the tips of his nails instead. It felt strange to push the buttons using only his nails, but surprisingly, it went very easy. So easy in fact, that he decided to remember that little trick. Instead of stopping for breakfast, he decided to skip it completely. Eating or drinking anything would only make him need to pee sooner, or worse, mess himself. Keeping that to a minimum, especially in public would be a big help. From the bank, he drove to the drug store to get his diapers. Most of the things on his list he could have gotten at only one drug store, but he didn't want to be seen buying diapers along with all the other feminine things he needed. Just going into the store dressed as he was would be bad enough. Besides, he would have enough trouble just carrying the two bags of diapers. As he pulled into the parking lot, he distinctly remembered going into this store last week. What a nightmare. He had left his purse behind in the car and had so much trouble carrying the bags of diapers that he had dropped and broken his cell phone. No use leaving his purse behind today, he was wearing a damn dress. As he got out of his car, he prayed that people would see him as a woman and not as a man wearing a dress - even at first glance would be helpful. He walked boldly into the store and headed directly to the adult diaper aisle that he knew so well. The store was a bit more crowed already than he would have liked. He shouldn't have wasted so much time hanging everything back up in his closet. He could have been here earlier when there were less people around. A lesson learned, but it was too late now. Today, the aisle was well stocked with the diapers he needed. Why couldn't it have been that way last week? He grabbed two packages, and holding one in each arm, headed to the checkout counter. Again, he had to wait in line. Why couldn't they have more than one register open in these stores? The woman in line in front of him turned around just to see who was behind her, then turned back again. But a second later, she turned back to look at him again. Chad saw her step back to stare with a look of surprise on her face. She was taking him in fully. He had to stand there and endure her looking at everything from his hair down to his shoes to the packages of diapers he was holding in his arms. He wanted to run, but it would do no good. Once again he wished the ground would just open up and swallow him. He saw the woman searching for something to say. He wanted to say something to her first, apologize or something, but he held his silence. The man in front of the woman turned around briefly too. He too stared at Chad. Chad heard him utter a soft, "shit" before he turned back around again. Chad's sentiments exactly. He sensed someone entering the line behind him. He was tempted to turn around and look, but he forced himself to stand still. The woman in front of him was still looking him over though. She was shaking her head now. "My day was bad enough and now I gotta' run into this?" She shook her head again and turned away from him. Chad wanted to apologize again, but now he realized that whoever was behind him was walking around to see what the woman in front of him had been looking at - which was him. It was a girl! "Oh my God!" the girl said as she covered her mouth with her hand and started laughing. "What?" another feminine voice asked. The voice's owner walked around to his other side to see what her friend was laughing at. Chad suddenly had two teenage girls giggling at him from both sides. Please earth, please open up and swallow me! The giggling of the two girls caused the woman in front of him to turn around again and start giggling too. Chad wanted more than ever to drop the packages in his hand and run out. The man was paying for his purchases now, but he and everyone else were paying most of their attention to Chad. Chad felt so embarrassed. He wondered if the makeup on his face covered up how red it must be underneath. The man finished paying and left. The woman in front of him stepped up to the counter and Chad took another step forward. "You've got gorgeous nails," one of the girls still next to him said. Chad swallowed hard. "Thanks," he said softly, trying to ignore her as much as he could. "Got a baby at home?" the other girl asked. "No," the first girl said before he could answer. "Those aren't diapers for a baby. Look closer, they're adult diapers." Chad was dismayed to see the two girls moving more and more in front of him so they could see him better. "Your right!" the second girl replied. Then she looked up at Chad's face. "For you?" she asked, and then went into another fit of giggling. How could he answer that? He should have lied. He knew he should have. But instead of lying, he nodded his head ever so briefly and muttered, "Yeah." The elephants rushing around through his insides were threatening to destroy him completely. The two girls broke out laughing harder than ever. Chad had no doubt now that his makeup couldn't hide his red face. "I wonder if he's wearing a diaper now," the second girl asked the first. "Ask him," the first girl suggested. Chad's embarrassment reached another whole new level as he saw the girl turn toward him again. "Are you wearing a diaper under your dress now?" And again she couldn't contain her giggling. Chad tried to look straight ahead and ignore her, but it was impossible. He was so embarrassed he wanted to cry. Instead of answering, all he could do was to nod his head again slightly. Both girls broke out laughing again, as did everyone else around including the woman behind the cash register. And that was when Chad realized that his chastity device was suddenly hurting him again. Damn! Damn! Damn! Not only did he hate his humiliating situation, he loved it too. Damn he needed some relief. He needed it bad! The woman in front of him finally finished and moved out of the way. Chad stepped up to the counter and put his bags on top. The two girls stayed on either side of him, watching him closely and giggling. The woman behind the register had a broad smile on her face as she rang up the total and told him how much it was. He set his purse on the counter and fumbled with his nails to open it and dig out some cash. He knew he'd have to stop at the ATM and get more cash again later, but he hoped the cash would be quicker than a credit card. Besides, with the credit card he'd have to sign the receipt and just holding a pen was difficult. "I am so jealous of those pretty nails," the girl on his left said as he dug the money out. "Me too," the one on his right replied. "Maybe we should get ours done that long too." The girl on the left giggled again. "So are they glue on nails or what?" she asked Chad. Chad really wanted to ignore her, but he handed the clerk his money and then turned toward the girl on his left. "Acrylic," he replied softly. The girl's eyes went wide and she put her hand in front of her mouth as she giggled even more. "You must have really wanted those nails badly then," she said through her giggling. Chad accepted his change back from the clerk and dumped it into the bottom of his purse. He picked up his bags and started walking away. It had been so humiliating. More so than he could have ever imagined. "Call me if you need help changing your diaper," one of the girls called from behind him. He kept walking toward the door, doing his best to ignore them and everyone else. Teenage girls, they were always the worst! He was ever so grateful to get back into his car and get away from there. He felt a lot safer in the semi-hidden security of his car. He could relax a little. As he drove down the road, he was more glad than ever now that he had decided to skip breakfast. His stomach still wasn't calmed down from the drug store. Since he really wanted and more probably needed a mirror, he decided to get everything else at Target. He just prayed that it would go easier than the drug store had. He pulled into the parking lot and breathed a little prayer for help, then he got out and walked boldly once again into the store. He grabbed a shopping cart and put his purse in the child's seat. As he began walking, his eye noticed the women's clothing section just ahead. He was very tempted to go over there and look around since he was dressed as a woman now, but he thought better of the idea and turned towards the rest of the store instead. It would be safer and a lot easier if he just got out of there as soon as possible. Fortunately, the personal care items like shampoo and the razors were near the front of the store. He quickly found everything he needed, grabbing items and brands that were identical to what he was using now so he could spend less time looking through things. But he still needed pantyhose and a big mirror. Now where were they? He remembered seeing the hosiery section out of the corner of his eye earlier and he headed straight for it. He needed to buy six pairs. He looked over what they had and selected six that were his favorites from what he had before, grabbing them in whatever shades that were available. But then he thought about the fact that he had ruined two pair just trying to put them on with his new nails this morning. Just to be on the safe side, he added two more pairs to his cart. From there, he pushed his cart around through section after section of the store, searching for the mirrors. He noticed some people staring at him closely, but he finally realized that unless someone really looked at him, they seemed to be ignoring him. That was actually comforting - a bit. He finally found the mirrors in the very middle of the store. He selected a cheap one that could be hung on the back of a door and stuck it into his cart. Then he headed straight for the check out lanes. For once, he only had to wait in line behind one other person and that wait wasn't long at all. By the time he put all his things from his cart onto the conveyor belt to be rung up, there was only one other person behind him. The girl behind the register stared at him as he finished taking everything out of his cart. He pulled the cart all the way through and out of the way, then waited for the girl behind the register to ring up his purchases. But she was still just standing there staring at him as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. He saw the man waiting in line behind him staring, or rather glaring at him too. He just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. The girl behind the register was making him a bit angry. "Would you please ring this up so I can leave," he said. She finally started moving. He paid in cash again to make things quicker. Then he put everything he had just bought back in the cart to make it easier to get it all out to his car and got out of there as fast as he could. As he loaded the mirror carefully into his back seat, he thought about what had just happened in the store. Yes, it had been very humiliating being in there and being stared at. But this time it had been a whole lot less humiliating - partly because he had gotten a bit angry at the girl behind the register. Maybe he just needed an angrier attitude when he went into the stores. It didn't exactly sound right, but if it would help... Finally having everything he needed, he turned his car toward home again. He stopped along the way at a fast food place and went through the drive-through. He got no real reaction from the young boy at the window as he exchanged money, other than he saw the boy staring intently at his nails. Maybe the guy liked long nails on women. He made one last stop before he went home. He stopped once again at the bank to withdraw more cash - a lot more cash. With his long nails, it was a lot easier to manage than signing for his credit card. Sandy glanced once again at the object that was sitting on the passenger seat of her car. She had tried it herself back at the workshop. For something so simple, it really worked fairly well. Mostly anyway. The one big drawback that she now saw in it was that it was more of a torture device than she had thought it would be. But still, she hoped that Mel would approve. She pulled into the parking lot in front of her apartment and started to get out of the car, then she stopped. No use taking it first to her apartment if she could deliver it to Mel right now. She pulled out her cell phone and called. "Hello?" Mel's voice came over the phone. "Hi Mel. It's Sandy." "Hey Sandy. How are you today?" "Great Mel. Listen, remember that perch thing we had talked about for Sissy to stand on? Well, I've got it here. I was wondering if could bring it over now?" Mel giggled into the phone. "Perch? I guess that's as good a description as any. Sure Sandy, bring it right over. I can't wait to see it." Sandy got out of her car and went around to the passenger side to grab the device better. It wasn't all that big, but it was built fairly substantially so it was a bit heavier than it looked. She carried it straight up the stairs to Mel's apartment. Mel had the door open and was waiting for her when she arrived. "Hi Sandy," Mel said as she walked up, but her eyes never left the object in Sandy's hands. "Is that it?" she asked, fascinated to be looking at the thing. "That's it," Sandy said as she handed it to Mel before she stepped into her apartment. Mel turned it around in her hands to look at it better. It appeared to be made entirely from unfinished wood with a fairly heavy triangular base. Two wide boards stuck straight up from the base and supported a fairly thick round wooden piece between them. The side boards extended up another two inches from the top of the round piece. The more she looked at it, and the more she thought about it, the more the term "perch" sounded like the right description. "Where's Sissy?" Sandy asked. "He's off this morning. His car is gone so hopefully he's out buying more diapers for himself." Sandy giggled. "I'm sure he must love doing that." Mel laughed. "More than that, he's got no pants to wear so he'll have to be doing it in a skirt today. And... wait till you see the new nail job he got last night." "Oh my God! I can't wait to see him." Mel headed for the corner she usually had Chad standing in. "I gave him off till three today so he can get whatever personal business done that he needs to do." "Can I come back later then? I'd love to see how this thing works with him on it." "Of course," Mel replied as she placed the device down on the corner of the floor. It fit perfectly into the corner. "But you may have to wait till a bit later though, I need to go out with him for a while as soon as he gets here." "Can you call me?" Sandy asked as she saw Mel looking carefully at the perch. "You bet," Mel replied, only half listening. She looked from the perch back up towards Sandy with a grin on her face. "Did you try it?" Sandy giggled a bit. "Yeah. I think it works fairly well... mostly. But I'm also afraid it could be a real torture device." "I have no doubt," Mel said, looking carefully at it again. She placed her hand against the wall and placed the heel of her left foot on top of the perch. She was wearing sneakers without a heel though so she wasn't sure how it would work. As she put more and more of her weight on the device, she was glad to see that it seemed to be sturdy enough and that it wasn't going to slip out from under her. She quickly shifted her weight and brought her right foot up onto the thing too. The tight confines of the bar her heels were resting on kept her feet close together. Her balance immediately shifted onto her toes since she wasn't wearing any regular heels and she immediately noticed that it also seemed to force the rest of her body tighter into the corner. The height of the bar did keep all her weight onto her toes though since she didn't have any heels and she could tell that it could get very tiring, very quickly. "Damn!" she swore softly as she tried to move her feet a little. "Even with sneakers on I can't move my feet much. And it pushes me further into the wall." Very carefully, she lifted one foot straight up off of the thing and stepped away so she could get her other foot off. Sandy was a bit worried about what Mel might really think of the device. "Well, what do you think?" she asked. "Too dangerous?" Mel smiled. "Are you kidding? I think it's going to be great," she replied as she turned and walked off. "Where are you going?" Sandy asked. "To get some shoes with a heel!" Mel came back a minute later wearing her four inch patent pumps. "Now those are killer heels!" Sandy declared. Mel laughed and once again placed her left foot carefully on the perch. With the heel over the bar her foot felt like it was more locked into place. She noticed that even with four inch heels on, the bottom of her heel was still up a good half inch from the base of the device. She shifted her weight and quickly brought her other foot up again too. Once again she was pushed into the wall, but not quite so bad now. She tried to move her feet and found that any movement, side to side, or front to back was now totally denied. She could only lift her feet straight up and off of the thing. Her weight was better distributed too since the bar now held half her weight and her toes the rest. The thing would still be painful, but not nearly so bad. "This is great!" she declared as she pried herself off of the thing. "I can't wait to try it on him later. Who would have ever thought that something so simple looking could work so well?" Sandy felt elated. "So it's good then?" "It's great, Sandy. It's great!" "Good. I'm so relieved." "Why? You always do good stuff and if this didn't work out then it wouldn't really matter." "Well. I wanted it to work out because I want to ask you a favor." "A favor? Sure anything. What is it?" "I want to babysit with Sissy again." Mel laughed. "Oh, I think that can be arranged." But as soon as she said it, she remembered the pictures from the last babysitting session that had gone on - and she remembered hearing about the things that the pictures hadn't shown. She had just agreed, but at the same time, she was having some misgivings now. But unfortunately, she had already said yes. She'd just have to hope that things went okay next time. Sandy was all smiles though. "Oh Mel, thanks so much. Listen, for next time, I've been studying some videos for something I want to do with him..." Chad pulled into his parking space. He got out of his car and grabbed the bags of personal care items he had bought at Target. Then he wrestled the mirror out of his back seat too. He still had to get the big packages of diapers in his trunk but they would have to wait for another trip. With his arms fully loaded he turned toward the stairs. That's when he caught sight of Mel and Sandy leaning over the balcony railing together, watching him. "Just great!" he thought angrily. As if things aren't bad enough. He awkwardly carried the bag and big mirror up the stairs and turned toward his apartment. Mel and Sandy were watching him intently. He was suddenly startled by a loud wolf whistle that he quickly realized came from Sandy. "Nice dress," Sandy called from where she and Mel stood. "How ya doin' gorgeous?" With his arms still full, he sort of dropped an awkward curtsey to both of them. "Hi" he said simply. "Do you need me for anything, Mistress?" "Not till later," Mel replied. "Just don't be late." Chad nodded and carefully leaned the mirror up against the wall so he could open his door. His nails as usual made the task take forever. He finally opened it and brought everything inside. Then he went right back down to his car and wrestled with the two big diaper bags and brought them upstairs too. All the while, Sandy and Mel watched him closely. He saw them talking between themselves about him, but he couldn't hear what they were saying. He was also fairly sure he didn't want to know. Inside his apartment, he put everything down, then sat in his only chair and ate his lunch. When he was done, he struggled with the packaging around his new mirror and with a bit of effort, got it free of the box. He leaned it up against his closet door and finally got a better look at himself. He had very mixed feelings. In a way, he didn't think he looked too bad, but at the same time, he still noticed instantly that he was a man in a dress. His shape was all wrong, along with a few other things. He might be thin, but he just wasn't built like a female. It was encouraging, yet still very discouraging. No wonder people still noticed him when he was out shopping. The closet door looked like the best place to hang the mirror, so he found the package of screws and clips to anchor it there. But then he realized that he didn't own a screw driver anymore. All his tools were back in his old house... gone with the divorce. He searched for something else he could use, but he didn't have any luck. Finally, in desperation, he found a paper clip and a small pair of scissors in one of the boxes in his room. It was the best he could come up with. He hadn't always been the best handyman in the world, but he did get by. He opened the package of screws with the scissors and dumped them out on the floor next to his closet. He held the mirror in place and figured out where to put the bottom holding clip so it would bear the weight of the mirror as he mounted it. Then he put the mirror off to the side again and picked up the first holding clip and reached for a screw. Again and again he reached for one of the tiny screws, but it seemed that picking one up wasn't going to be all that easy with his new fingernails getting in the way. He tried using just his nails, but that didn't work. He tried using the sides of his fingers, but that didn't help much either. He even tired using both hands, but when he finally got a screw up between his fingers, he found it almost impossible to get it turned the way he needed it to go. Finally, through sheer perseverance, he got a screw through the hole of the mirror's holding clip and he placed it up against his closet door where he needed it. The paper clip was useless against the screw so he picked up his scissors again, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the scissors to work as a screw driver. And when the screw accidentally slipped out of the clip and fell on the floor, he threw the scissors down in frustration. He needed a better tool! He needed shorter fingernails! This job was impossible! Feeling dejected, he left everything right where it was and wandered into his kitchen. He noticed his pacifier on the counter there. He suddenly wanted it. He picked it up and put it directly into his mouth. He didn't know why, but it felt good. Comforting in a way. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm himself. How was he supposed to get through life with the stupid nails he had on his hands now? He only hoped that Mel would let him cut them before he went to work on Monday or he'd probably get fired for being totally unable to work! In fact, he was really surprised that he hadn't been fired already. As he stood there feeling sorry for himself, he suddenly felt the suppositories in his system go to work, just as they did every afternoon. There was never any denying them at all and he didn't even try. But halfway through it, he remembered that he hadn't had any stuck up inside of him since last night. But then since he got them so often, he supposed that there was still a lot of their chemical left over in his system. It would probably take days to get rid of it all. Mel checked the clock. It was almost time for Sissy to arrive. She thought again about how he had looked when she and Sandy had seen him coming home earlier. He had worn a dress, and a fairly dressy one at that. She was surprised that he hadn't pulled something a bit more casual out of his closet. But they were his fantasies after all. And to think that just a few weeks ago she had faked calling the police to just get him out of her car while wearing a skirt. He had come a long way since then. She smiled at that thought. And there was still a much longer way to go. His knock came a minute early, and she was glad. She opened the door to him. "Hello, Mistress," he said around the pacifier in his mouth as he dropped a quick curtsey in his uniform. She stood back and smiled. "Hello, Sissy," she replied as she held the door open wide and let him walk through. Chad set his purse on the floor under the small table she kept near her door, then stood still while Mel looked him over carefully. He had made sure that his uniform was freshly pressed and his shoes were freshly shined. He had even redone his hair and makeup. As far as he knew, he looked perfect. Mel walked all around him, thrilled at the sight of everything she was seeing. Yes, he really had come a long way. And now it was time to take things a bit further. "Come into the bedroom with me now, Sissy, and take your dress off." Chad was a little surprised that she would want his dress off - already. He followed her into her bedroom and removed the apron from his uniform. Then he began trying to grab the zipper at the back of his dress. He had struggled a long time just to get it up, and now getting it down was proving to be just as much of a problem. Mel was about to open her closet door, when she stopped and saw him struggling with his zipper. She stood there for a few moments, just because she was so amused by watching his plight. But at the rate he was going, it was going to take him too long to get the dress off. "Here, let me help you," she offered. Chad immediately stopped what he was doing and turned his back to her. She walked up and quickly pulled the zipper all the way down. "Thank you, Mistress," he said. "Doing anything at all with these nails is impossible!" Mel left him to remove the dress the rest of the way by himself. She opened her closet and pulled out the box that held his new breast forms. She carried the whole box out and placed it on her bed. She walked up to Sissy who was now standing and waiting for her. She grabbed the pantyhose that he had been using to stuff the bra cups of his girdle and pulled them out, leaving him flat-chested once again. As she removed his padding though, she noticed that his girdle didn't fit quite as tightly as it used to. She pulled on it a bit here and there to test it. "I know you've lost weight," she said, "but I hadn't realized you've lost so much. It doesn't fit as tightly as it used to. Of course you wear them pretty much all the time and it's probably stretched out a bit too. We should have gotten you a few more when we bought them." "It's still plenty tight," Chad replied. "Just not as bad as it used to be. I'm really just grateful that it seems to hide my diapers so well - including the smell." Mel nodded, "Yes, it's worked out well in ways I never thought of." Chad had been surprised when Mel removed his breast padding. But now as Mel went back toward her bed, his attention was even more focused on the box that was there. And when she opened it and pulled out a very realistic looking breast and turned towards him with it, he felt his knees quaking and the elephants returning to romp around in his stomach. He couldn't believe how big the darn thing looked, not to mention how real. He forced himself to stand very still while Mel pulled out the right side cup of his girdle and forced the breast form into it. Whatever the thing was made of, it felt all too strange up against his bare skin. He had to endure Mel pushing hard on it to force it down into the bra cup of his girdle which wasn't really big enough to hold it. When she was done, he could feel the weight of the thing pulling against his girdle. He could also feel how much tighter the top of his girdle was now. Way too tight. Mel picked up the second breast form and began trying to work it into the other side of his girdle. The full C cup size of the forms were really too big for the B cup that his girdle was made for, but it would just have to do for now. They would stop and get him some new girdles later. He needed more anyway - along with a few other things now. When she was done, she stood back and surveyed her handiwork - and smiled. Yes, they were going to be great. "Perfect!" she declared happily. Chad was still in shock. He brought his hands up and cupped his new breasts, pushing them up, trying to take some of the weight off of his shoulders. He looked at Mel. "They're so heavy." Mel smiled at him. "What? Do you think that a woman's breasts don't weigh anything? I'm betting they weigh just about what they should!" "But they're so big!" Mel shook her head. "No, not really. In fact they look perfect on you. A lot better than what you were creating before with the pantyhose. And they're only a C cup. Not anything larger." She looked at him wickedly. "Of course I can always send them back and get you some much bigger ones. I'll bet you'd really like that! Wouldn't you?" Chad was still trying to recover from the shock of the new breasts as well as the weight of them. But one thing he knew for sure, he really didn't want anything bigger. "No thank you, Mistress," he replied quickly. "These are more than big enough for me." "Well, we'll just have to wait and see about that then... for now! Okay, Sissy, get dressed again." Mel watched him pulling his dress back on. Even without it being zipped up in the back, she could see the improvement in the look of his chest. Just to make things go quicker, she zipped him up herself and retied his apron around him properly. Then she had him stand there to inspect him once again. She looked him over carefully and felt a surge of satisfaction. Yes, he was coming along really well now. She should have gotten him the breast forms much sooner. They really did make a difference. "Okay, Sissy. Time to go," she declared as she quickly headed for her front door. "Go?" Chad asked. But Mel was already out of the room and he had to hurry to catch up. "Go, Mistress? Where?" "Shopping of course," Mel replied as she picked up her purse. "We need to get you a few things now." Chad wasn't at all happy about having to go out shopping again - and now he was dressed like a maid! But Mel was already out the door and wasn't even waiting for him. He quickly grabbed his purse and closed her door behind him as he went out. He hurried to catch up to her. "What kind of things?" he asked, fully concerned about it. Mel just laughed a bit. "You'll see." As they drove along the road, Chad remembered how humiliated he had felt about wearing a dress while he was shopping earlier that morning. Now he was out with Mel while dressed as her maid. How much more humiliating could something get? Her first stop surprised him completely, although he realized he shouldn't have been surprised at all. She pulled into the parking lot of the store where she had bought him the maid's uniform he was wearing now. He meekly followed her inside, wishing he could stay invisible. What he realized by doing it so meekly though, was that he was probably acting more like a proper maid that way. Well, maybe that was for the best. He was her maid - for now. This bet wasn't over with yet! The store was a lot more crowded this time than the last time he had been in there, a fact that made him very uncomfortable. Mel didn't even seem to notice or care. She waited patiently near the checkout counter while the saleswoman finished with another customer. Chad waited near her but a step behind. Finally the other customer left and the saleswoman looked up at Mel. Her glance quickly included Chad too, but she immediately focused her attention strictly on Mel - for a moment. Looking startled, she looked again at Chad, only a lot more closely. Chad had that old feeling of wanting the floor to open up and swallow him again. Finally, the woman looked back at Mel. "May I help you?" "Yes please," Mel replied as if there was nothing out of the ordinary there at all. "We need a few more dresses for my maid here." This time, the woman looked harder at Chad. "That's one of our dresses she... I mean he... I mean your maid is wearing now, isn't it?" "Yes," Mel replied. "We got it here." "Do you want something similar?" "I'd like two more of the same dress, if possible." "That's no problem," the saleswoman answered. "Do you want to go back with me, or wait here?" "We can wait here," Mel replied. "Oh, and two more aprons like that as well." "Of course," the woman replied. "What size dress?" "Ten please." The woman left the register and walked toward the back. Chad was grateful that he didn't have to go with her and walk through the whole store, the place was fairly busy. But a few minutes later, he was a lot less happy about it. People kept coming up to the register to pay along with other salespeople, and customers also kept walking in from outside. Where Mel and he were waiting kept him on full display in front of absolutely everybody. And the fact that he was wearing his maid's uniform, complete with his apron, only made things all that much worse. He caught the attention of absolutely everybody that walked by. Mel did her best to act like a well-to-do lady out with her maid. She tried hard not to laugh or giggle. But the more people kept staring at Chad, the harder it was getting. She wondered how he felt about being on display like he was. She almost laughed out loud at that thought alone. Knowing him though, the sissy was probably loving it! Keeping him on display like he was right now wasn't part of her plan for the day, but she had to admit, it was certainly working out well. She glanced back at him. He was standing there with his purse hung over his arm, his other hand fidgeted nervously with his apron. He had a very worried look on his face. "Stand still, Sissy. Stop fidgeting. Let the people see what a well behaved maid you really are." She turned away from him again and did her very best not to laugh or even smile too much. It wasn't easy! Chad immediately let go of his apron and put his hand back down by his side. Stand still? He wasn't hardly moving! Although moving would be nice. It would be nice to run as fast as the low-heeled shoes on his feet would let him. But run where? The safest place would be back into her car. But he didn't have a key to unlock it. Where would he run to? Stand still? The truth was, his feet felt rooted to the floor. He was too nervous to move an inch! The saleswoman finally returned with several packages in her hand and set them down next to the register. Mel walked up and set her purse down on the counter to pay for everything, but Chad stayed where he was. His legs didn't feel like they were interested in moving yet. But with Mel no longer close to him, he felt even more exposed than ever. Damn! He was out in public wearing a maid's dress! Who would have ever thought? He couldn't believe it! And worse, deep down, it was horribly stimulating his incredible sexual need. He was only grateful that his stupid chastity device wasn't hurting him... much. Chad was never so happy to leave a store as he was after that. As he got back into her car, he prayed that they would go straight home again. But unfortunately, Mel drove off in the wrong direction. He wasn't very pleased about that. He was less pleased as she pulled into the parking lot of the mall. And since it was Saturday, the parking lot was very full. Mel had to park a lot further from the mall entrance than she usually liked, but she couldn't find any parking spaces that were closer. As she and Sissy walked toward the mall entrance, she was very aware of how nervous he seemed to be. "What's wrong, Sissy?" she asked. Chad glanced around at all the people in the parking lot. He couldn't imagine how crowded the place would be inside. "There's so many people here," he replied. "Yeah, it is a bit crowded today," Mel agreed. "Do we have to do this today?" Chad asked, looking for a way out. "Of course. And besides we're here already. What's your problem?" "What's my problem? The way I'm dressed! Everybody's staring at me." Mel smiled, there was no doubt that everybody was staring at him, especially in his maid's uniform. And the power of what she was making him do was thrilling her to the core! "Get used to it, Sissy. You're my maid now." "It's embarrassing!" "Like I said, get used to it." Mel led him through the mall to her favorite department store. As she had done the last time, she lingered a bit looking through the women's clothes. Chad stood off to the side and mostly tried to stay out of the way and out of sight. But there were a lot of women in the store and he got looked over by far more women than he was comfortable with - and laughed at a bit too. Chad had thought for a while that Mel was looking for more clothes for him, but he finally realized that she was looking at things for herself instead. Most of what she pulled off the racks appeared to be the type of things she wore to work. That made sense to him. He just wished she could do her shopping alone - without him - especially without him dressed as her damn maid! Mel was undecided about a few of the items she had picked out. They were nice and would be good for her to wear to work, but really, she didn't need them. Her main purpose today was to get some things for Sissy. She put the clothes she had picked up back on one of the racks. "Okay, Sissy, let's move on." She headed back toward the lingerie department. Chad followed her further into the store and soon found himself in the department where she had originally bought him the girdle he was wearing now. She had mentioned earlier that he needed more, and he knew she was right. Besides, they did hide his diapers... not to mention the smell. He was glad to see that this part of the store wasn't as crowded as the rest of the store. "May I help you?" Mel glanced up at the sound of the voice to see a saleswoman approaching. But before she could answer, she saw the woman eyeing Chad critically. "I see you've taken a few more steps with him since you were here last." Mel finally realized that this was the same woman who had waited on them the last time they were here. She supposed that Chad really would be hard to forget. She smiled at the woman. "Yes, he's starting to come along nicely now." The saleswoman smiled broadly at Chad. "Yes, he certainly appears to have changed a lot. What can I help you with today?" "We need more of those all-in-one girdles like we got last time," Mel replied. "Certainly," the woman replied as she led the way to the drawers along the back wall again. "This time we're going to have to go with something in a C cup for him," Mel told her before she opened any of the drawers. And I think he's lost a bit of weight so the girdle he's wearing now is probably too big for him. The woman looked Chad over carefully once again and nodded, then opened up several of the drawers and began pulling out foundation garments for Mel to look though. Chad stood off to the side and again tried to stay quiet and out of the way. He watched as Mel seemed to be holding more and more of the girdles in her arms. Some of them were white and some of them more of a beige color. Finally, she selected four of the white and three of the beige and the saleswoman put the rest of them away and closed the drawer again. "Do you have any corsets here?" Mel asked next. The woman shook her head. "No, Ma'am. They're really more of a specialty item. We don't have much of a call for them. But we do have a few waist cinchers, if you're interested." Mel smiled. She really wanted the corset for him, but she supposed a waist cincher might be a suitable substitute - for now. "Yes, please. Let's see what you've got." Chad followed at a distance as the saleswoman led them just a short was through the department. He remained quietly in the background as Mel and the saleswoman looked at each of the waist cinchers and discussed them. A waist cincher! As if the girdle he was wearing now wasn't bad enough! And Mel was buying him more of the girdles - in a smaller size. What did he need a waist cincher for? And yet, the concept of it was again adding to his never-ending sexual thrill. Damn he needed some relief! As he watched Mel holding up one of the items, he could just imagine having to wear that tight little corset around his middle. What would it do for his "girlish" figure? And now with the better breasts? Damn! Damn! Damn! He needed relief, and he needed it badly! He could feel the bite of his chastity device burning just a bit. He did his best to calm himself before things could get worse. All of a sudden, Mel turned to him. "Here, take these," she said as she handed him the armload of girdles she had been carrying. Chad took the girdles and watched as Mel turned back to discussing the waist cinchers with the woman. He looked down at what he had in his arms. They were all just like what he already had except for the color of a few of them. So many. Enough for an entire week! But since he was wearing them constantly and they really did help hide his diapered state, he supposed he needed them. They were really practical despite how uncomfortable they were. Uncomfortable? Yeah, they were miserable. And the new batch he was holding in his arms were all in an even smaller size. How much more uncomfortable would these be? He looked at Mel, she was adding yet another waist cincher to the collection she seemed to suddenly be holding. And how uncomfortable would a waist cincher be? He had a feeling he would soon be finding out. "Right this way," the saleswoman said, breaking Chad out of his thoughts. Once again he followed the two women through the aisles of lingerie till they came to the bra section. Mel turned around and handed him the pile of waist cinchers she had in her arms. As she did so, she smiled wickedly at him. His stupid chastity device started burning harder. Damn! Mel wandered around the racks of bras, looking through them carefully. As Chad stood where he was, he let his gaze wander casually at the bras too - trying not to look like he was so interested. So many styles, how would a woman know what to choose? He felt the weight of his new breasts. It was a good thing that Mel was doing the looking for him, he wouldn't have a clue as to what to buy. But it was fun and interesting to stand there and look at them all. He just didn't want to look like he was that interested. "Sissy," Mel called from way down the aisle. "Come and look at these." As Chad walked closer, he was very much aware of the increased stinging sensation from the tiny teeth of his chastity device - locked inside of his hot wet diapers. Damn! "Yes, Mistress," he said as he stopped next to her. Mel was standing in front of some surprisingly plain looking bras. The cups of all of them were protruding largely, as if they were all made from some type of plastic instead of the soft material they actually were. "What colors do you like?" she asked. Colors? He didn't have a clue. "What difference does it make?" he asked. Mel looked at him very surprised. "What do you mean what difference?" "Well, they're going to be covered by whatever I'm wearing anyway. Nobody is ever going to see them - I hope." Mel smiled. "Probably not. But that's not the point. I can see we have a lot to teach you about things. But that's for later. Now, is there anything here that particularly appeals to you?" Chad's eyes went wide. Was she asking him to pick some out? He glanced all around him. "You mean out of all of these?" "Well, if you like, you can certainly buy any of them that you want. But I kind of thought that these might be best for your particular needs right now." Oh! That sounded a bit safer. He felt a bit of relief. He looked again at the bras on the rack in front of her. "I don't know," he finally said. "I guess the white would be the best." Mel nodded. She reached out and pulled two of the white ones off the rack and added them to the pile of things Chad was holding. But she didn't move on. Instead she kept staring at the bras on the rack. Finally she pulled a pink one out, followed by a black one and handed them to Chad too. Chad's arms felt overloaded as Mel began wandering around the racks of bras again. Finally she chose three more in totally different styles and added them to the pile that was filling Chad's arms. As she did so, she suddenly smiled and seemed more animated. "There, I think that should do it for now. Okay, Sissy. Go pay for your things." "Me?" he asked completely surprised. "Of course. They're your clothes now. I'm not going to be paying for all your new things. That's part of your responsibility." Chad was still in a bit of shock as he followed the saleswoman to the cash register and watched as she rung up item after item. He was dismayed to see the total price going up and up. He had plenty of money in the bank, that wasn't an issue. But when the price went higher than the amount of money he had in cash, he opened his purse and had to pull out his credit card. Mel was standing next to Chad when he reached into his purse. She was shocked to see him pulling his old male wallet out and struggling to get the credit card out of it. "That thing has got to go!" she said to him as the saleswoman finished ringing up his purchases. Chad didn't even look at Mel. He realized that his old wallet was probably the last male thing that he still carried around with him anymore. He stared at it and clutched it tighter in his hands. He knew without a doubt that he wouldn't be able to see or touch it for much longer. Like everything else from his male life, it too would soon be gone. When the saleswoman handed him the credit card receipt to sign, he struggled around his super long nails to sign it. Then he put his credit card back into his wallet again, holding the wallet longer and tighter for a moment than he usually did. The last piece. Maybe Mel would let him keep it where he could at least see and touch it once in a while. Regretfully, he put his wallet back into his purse and closed it up. The saleswoman handed him a very big bag to carry with a very broad smile. "Have a nice day," she said. Sure! Mel didn't even leave the department store. She headed directly for the counters of women's wallets instead. As soon as Chad saw them, he felt like something was beginning to be ripped out of him again. "Find one," Mel said as she stood back and watched. Chad looked at them all. So many styles. So many colors. He wasn't very happy about doing it. But he picked up a few and opened them to see what each one offered. Size wasn't really that much of an issue since he had plenty of room in his purse, but he did find the different layout's inside of each one to be of interest. What would work the easiest - especially with his stupidly long nails? Not wanting to take too much time. He quickly selected one that he realized later was a close color match to his purse. He held it up for Mel to see and approve, but she wasn't interested in looking through it. "It's your wallet. You have to use it," she said. He endured having yet another saleswoman look him over all too closely and interestedly as he paid for his new wallet - this time in cash. Chad was very relieved when Mel headed home after that. But once back in her apartment, she made him take everything out of his old wallet and transfer it to his new one. She took his old wallet away to put somewhere where he wouldn't get to see it. The last piece. A tiny, simple, insignificant piece. Why did it feel so major? He was still staring forlornly at her bedroom door when she came back out again. "Aren't there things you need to be doing?" she asked. Her question broke him out of his thoughts. "Yes, Mistress," he replied quickly. He hadn't worn pants in two days now. "May I get started on my laundry now?" he asked. "Do mine first," Mel replied. "Then you can do your own." "Yes, Mistress," he replied, this time remembering to curtsey as he said it. He wasn't at all happy about doing her laundry first. Whenever that happened lately, he didn't get time to do his own. But at least there was very little of hers to do. As Mel headed for her desk to get some work done, he got started on her laundry. While her things were in the washer, he started sorting his things that had been in her clothes hamper. He had more back at his apartment that needed to be done. He walked over to where Mel was working with her laptop in one of the comfortable chairs in her living room. She had papers strewn all around her. "Excuse me, Mistress," he said to get her attention. She looked up at him. "I need to get the rest..." But just then there was a knock at her door. The expression on Mel's face changed ever so slightly. "Well, aren't you going to get that?" she asked quickly. "Yes, Mistress," he answered dropping another quick curtsey. He hurried to the door, praying that it would be someone he knew. He was relieved to see Sandy and Cassie at the door. "Hi Sissy," Sandy said as he let them inside. He dropped a curtsey and greeted each of them separately. "Hi girls," Mel said as she walked around her furniture to the door. "Sorry I didn't call yet, Sandy. We just got home." "Yeah, we just got back too," Sandy replied. "We saw your car was back again and thought we'd come over. This isn't a bad time, is it?" "No, it's fine," Mel replied. She looked menacingly over at Sissy. "You were working weren't you?" "Yes, Mistress," he replied with his usual curtsey,