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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 27 (Thursday - week 4) Bound and tied... Held captive... Completely helpless... Dark disturbing dreams, all with a common theme, played out in his mind all night long. For once, rarely anyway, the dreams never stimulated him sexually. That part of him only got a tiny token acknowledgement... as if that part of him was being held captive as well... or perhaps his body had simply given up on it - mostly. Yet it did nothing to stem the restlessness of his dreams. All of his dream emotions finally coalesced into one dream - one dream where he was Mel's bound, captive slave. All through the dream he yearned for her touch, her attention, her acknowledgment... her love. And all through the dream, all she did was to treat him harsher and harsher, grinding him down further and further. Yet still he yearned for her and constantly strived for her. He continually tried to show her his devotion in whatever limited ways that he was able. Until finally... she looked down at him... and smiled at him... and reached out her hand for him... and the loud rock music from his pink clock radio blasted every shred of the dream from his being! He woke up startled, trying desperately to make sense of anything. What had he been dreaming? As usual, he didn't have a clue. He was being assaulted by the loud music now that threatened to peel the paint off of the walls. He rolled off of his blow-up mattress onto the empty baby bottles on the floor. Ouch! He scrambled to his knees and reached out for the button on the clock radio and quickly turned off the annoying music. And as blessed silence once again filled the room, he stopped right there and stared at his hand. It was free! There was no high- heeled shoe bound to it. He glanced at his other hand as he wiggled his fingers and felt relief washing through him. The shoes were gone from his hands. Sometime during the night, Mel had removed the shoes... and he hadn't even woken up. He felt the pain of his aching feet that were still strapped into the highest heels that he owned, and wished she had removed those shoes too. Still on his knees, he took time to take stock of his situation. The breast forms glued to his chest under his baby-doll nightly still seemed to be just as tightly glued as ever. His fingernails were still incredibly long and polished a bright red. As usual, his diapers were unbelievably bloated, like a huge basketball... or more likely a bowling ball - because they were so heavy. He could tell that once again he was messy inside of them and not just wet. Again he didn't remember doing that during the night. His diaper rash was obviously still there too, but was it any better today? He couldn't tell yet. One thing he couldn't feel as much was his penis, totally encased inside the damn chastity device she had locked onto him. He couldn't feel it, mostly because the device wasn't hurting him at all this morning - a blessed relief! And finally, the high heeled shoes Mel had strapped to his feet last night were causing his feet to ache terribly. First things first! He sat down on his blowup mattress and unstrapped the shoes, wiggling his toes and bending each foot in relief as he did so. Only then did he climb to his feet. It felt good to stand flat- footed again. She wouldn't really try to train him so that he could only wear high heels? Would she? Damn! He knew without a doubt that she would do it... if she wanted to! It had been only a tiny little piece of some of his fantasies, yet it was a fantasy. And as such, the idea affected him. And as she had said last night, how many of his fantasies had she already brought to the realm of reality? A frightening number of them! And then some! Taking a deep breath to steady himself against whatever the day might hold for him, he began making his way out to his kitchen to see if she had left him a note. His overly bloated and messy diapers caused him to waddle with an extreme wide legged gait all the way. Her note was there, but it was strange - sort of. There was nothing out of the ordinary at all, and obviously even she had realized it. Sissy, You know the rules. You know what you have to do - what you can do, and what you can't do! See you for breakfast. What a waste of time! Yet he was very glad too because she had bothered to write it. Nothing new! For once, everything was normal... if you could call anything about his life "normal." He waddled over to his refrigerator and pulled out the first of three baby bottles of her nasty tea that he would have to drink before he left for the morning. The bottle had tape wrapped around the top, sealing it so that he would have to drink it like the big baby that he was. He never even gave it a moment's thought as he carried it out to his sole chair and sat in it. He raised the bottle to his lips and finally realized he was sucking on his pacifier. When had that gotten into his mouth? When he finished his bottles last night, he hadn't been able to pick the thing up, even though he had tried. Mel. She must have given it to him when she removed the shoes from his hands last night. He mentally thanked her as he took his first sip from his bottle. But the thought of thanking her also sent a tiny bit of fuel to his overly unrelieved sexual feelings once again. Imagine - thanking her for giving him his pacifier to suck on. Damn he needed some relief! Mel stared at the coffee dripping from the coffee maker into the pot. As usual, it was dripping all too slowly. Maybe she should invest again in a coffee maker that she could set up to automatically come on every morning. There were a ton of them on the market. She had owned several of them in the past. Money certainly wasn't a problem. She sighed slightly as the coffee continued to drip. The problem was her! She wasn't disciplined enough to set the darn thing up every night before she went to bed. But now there was Sissy! He could do it for her. He could set it up as part of his mandatory duties every night. She smiled as she reached for a cup to pour the freshly brewed coffee into. In her mind she was seeing Sissy bringing her coffee in bed, waking her up with it every morning. Sissy! Her dream. And she had just found another way he could be even more useful. Just thinking about him, not to mention what she had done with him last night, brought feelings of joy to her whole body. But those feelings of joy were nothing compared to the feelings she had enjoyed last night. Wow she had been horny! What a night! As she took her first sip of coffee, the pleasure of the liquid brought images to her mind of the pleasures she had enjoyed last night. Yes, she had had a good time... scratch that... make that a great time! And he had been so funny trying to push the vacuum cleaner with those stupid shoes taped to his hands. She'd have to remember that for the future. But today was today... another day. It was Thursday. Tonight they had another appointment with Gloria where he would get even more of her hypnotic conditioning. The way she figured things were going, it wouldn't take much more at all till he was totally without control - and therefore - hers! She took another sip of her coffee. Mmmm! Sissy had lost! And he didn't even know it yet! Chad stared at the clothes in his closet for a moment. Usually they were carefully divided up by type of item, with all the pants in one place, all the blouses together, and all the skirts and dresses in their places. It was still a shock to him to open his closet and not see one piece of male clothing. But this morning, everything looked so different. Since Mel had rearranged things last night, there were skirts mixed in among his blouses. There was something about that that bothered his sense of organization - but what Mel had done for him was necessary - for now at least. He had a hard enough time figuring out what to wear every day. Her efforts were really a big help. There was no question about what he would be wearing to work today. He had spent yesterday in a skirt and would have to wear a skirt to work tomorrow too. Today he would be wearing pants again... for the last time this week. Technically, there was one other pair of slacks in his closet, but they were a much longer length, and because of his now shrunken waistline, they were pretty much unwearable now - unfortunately. He had already dressed himself in his usual two diapers, plastic panties, waist cincher, and all-in-one girdle. Today, for the first time, he left the pantyhose off. Trying to put them on while wearing the waist cincher had been too much of a chore. Mel had said he could do without them, at least for work - so he was doing without. It had been a long time since he had gotten dressed without wearing pantyhose. The slacks immediately felt strange as he pulled them up his hairless legs. As he expected, they hung lower on his hips than he would have liked. He grabbed a top that he hadn't worn before but he was sure would go with the slacks he had put on. The stretchy top fit tighter than he was happy about over his new breasts and stomach, but when he looked at it in the mirror, he didn't think it looked too bad at all - kind of sexy in fact... if you could call anything about him sexy. Which he wasn't! Still, for a moment, he enjoyed the sight of himself in the mirror. Damn! Was he really doing this? Going to work... in fact, living his life - dressed entirely as a woman? All the time? Unbelievably, the answer was yes! Damn! His appearance needed something - like makeup, and his hair done, not to mention his jewelry. Time to get busy getting ready again. Mel turned sideways as she continued to stare at her reflection in the mirror. She put her hands against her stomach and pushed slightly. Had he called her fat last night? He had said that he didn't, but she wasn't totally sure. Why would he ever think that she had worn a waist cincher before? She hadn't! Ever! She continued to stare at herself and appraise herself. No, she wasn't fat at all! Okay, so there was a bit of puffiness in her tummy, but it wasn't that bad. Was that what he had seen? Or had he really not called her fat at all like he claimed? She wasn't a spring chicken anymore - not like the Robin woman probably was. But she wasn't all that old either. Twenty-six wasn't old? Was it? And yes, she supposed she did need to be exercising more. And okay, her arms were a tiny bit flabby underneath and could use some toning up. But there really wasn't that much time in her day. She was a professional woman. She was too busy to be exercising all the time. But was she fat? Not as far as she could see! Okay, in her own opinion, she didn't think she was. As she grabbed her panties to put on, she wondered if it was worth asking Andrea if she looked fat... or maybe Gloria... or Cassie. No! Not Cassie. Cassie would immediately try to sell her a gym membership that she didn't have time for. Maybe just Andrea. Yeah, that would be okay... maybe. Instead of putting on the skirt-suit she had selected, she put it back into the closet and pulled out her most slimming dress instead. And when she buckled the belt around her waist, she pulled it extra tight! No, she wasn't fat! Not a bit! She ought to make Sissy eat twice as many meals of baby food for a while just for suggesting such a thing. That would probably teach him a lesson. Suggesting that she was fat! Ha! If he really had suggested it, that is. Chad was at her door right on time and Mel opened it with a smile on her face. "Good morning, Mistress," he said as he dropped his usual curtsey. "Good morning, Sissy," Mel returned as she stood back to let him in. She watched as he dropped his bags under the table by the door. She took the bag full of empty bottles from him but she didn't bother to open it. She was more concerned with looking him over. Did he have to wear such a tight fitting blouse today? Since he had lost so much weight, and with the waist cincher too, his improving figure was becoming more and more noticeable. Did he wear that top just to emphasize how he looked now and to point out that she was getting fat? Okay, the thought itself was ridiculous. So why was she thinking it? Besides, his figure wasn't that great! Not wanting to dwell on something that she knew she was erroneously stressing over, she turned away from him so she wouldn't keep staring at him. "Okay, Sissy," she said. "Breakfast time." She purposefully walked ahead of him so she wouldn't have to look at him and be reminded any further of the weight he had lost. But as she headed for the kitchen drawer to get his bib, she couldn't help thinking - his figure wasn't better than hers, was it? No, that was a dumb thought. There was still no doubt at all that underneath the clothes and the hair and the makeup... Sissy was a man! Chad pulled the tray off of his highchair, climbed up into it, and pulled the tray back in place again. He hated his baby-food breakfasts. They were not only very demeaning, but they tasted awful. He held still for Mel as she tied the bib around his neck. Damn! Just like a baby. And worse, because she made him eat with that stupid baby spoon, he knew he needed the bib - like a baby! As she walked away, he noticed her turning her head to look at him. Was there something about the look on her face that suggested she was angry with him? If she was, he had no clue as to why. He must have just imagined it. Mel carried his bowl of baby cereal over to him and felt a tiny bit of relief as she did so. With his bib in place, she could no longer see his breasts sticking out under that tight top he was wearing. And in the highchair, the illusion of him as a baby was far more complete. Much more satisfying today than usual. She smiled at him now as she sipped her coffee and watched him struggling with his cereal. Plop! There went another tiny bit of cereal, off of his spoon, onto his chin, only to run down and fall on his bib. Delightful! Chad eased himself into the seat at his desk and smiled. Sitting down wasn't nearly as bad as it was yesterday. There was no doubt that his diaper rash had improved since then, despite his being messy last night again. The new cream he was using was definitely working! "Hi Chad," Robin's voice interrupted from the doorway as she walked past, but by the time he turned, she was already gone. "Hi Robin," he returned, calling over the cubicle wall. He turned to his computer and opened up the project he and Robin were working on together. He hadn't made as much progress yesterday as he was supposed to because of the paper that Mel had made him write. Fortunately, Mel hadn't mentioned making him write any more papers and he could get on with his work. A little while later though, he heard Robin's voice calling over the wall. "Hey Chad!" "Yeah?" "Did you get those new animations done yet?" "Not yet," he called back. "Are any of them done?" "Not yet!" "Not even started?" "Not yet!" "Geez! I thought you were doing them yesterday!" "I was busy with other things yesterday." "Wait a minute," Robin yelled back. "This is dumb!" A moment later, she came around to his cubicle. "I get tired of yelling over the wall like that," she explained as she walked in. "So what's up? You said you were going to do them yesterday." Chad shrugged. "I got into some other things instead. Tell you what though, I'll start on them right now. How's that?" "Good! I need them to continue." "No problem," he replied. He expected Robin to go back to her own desk then, but she didn't. Instead, she seemed to be staring at him. He suddenly felt very self conscious. He quickly glanced down at what he was wearing, then back up at her. "Is there something wrong?" Robin shook her head to bring herself back to reality. She hadn't meant to, but she had been staring at him. "What? Oh... no. There's nothing wrong." Chad wasn't so sure. He glanced down at his clothes again. "You're sure? I mean, there's nothing wrong with what I wore today, is there? Yesterday you weren't exactly thrilled because I wore the same thing I had worn before. I haven't worn this top before." "For heaven's sake! There was nothing really wrong with what you wore yesterday. I was just surprised, that's all." "So what's wrong today?" "Nothing! Nothing at all... it's just that... well..." "What?" "I was just wondering, that's all." "Wondering what?" "Well... okay, this is a bit embarrassing, but..." "Embarrassing?" "Well yeah." Chad was suddenly a bit afraid of what she might be wondering about. "If it's embarrassing for you, I can only imagine how bad it's going to be for me. Okay, just ask and get it over with." "Well... I was just wondering... I mean... with that top... your breasts... I know they're not real, but... I mean... I know you said they were some kind of breast forms, but... I mean... with that top on, they almost seem more like real ones. I mean... they even bounce and move like real ones." Chad was a little shocked! He had been braced for something embarrassing, but still, when it came, it was somewhat surprising. She was fascinated by his breasts? But now, how should he answer? "Um... thanks," he replied, blushing slightly. "Sorry," she said. It's just that... I mean, whatever you're using, they look really good!" "Uh... thanks," he said again. "They're made to look real." He chuckled a bit to himself. "You should feel them, they even feel real!" "Really? Can I?" Chad did a bit of a double-take. "Can you what?" "Feel them?" "You're kidding? Right?" "I was just asking. That's all." He chuckled again nervously. "Yeah. Of course." That had been awkward - to say the least! "But now that you mention it... can I feel them?" Chad stared at her aghast with his mouth hung open. "Well, you did suggest it." "I did?" "Yeah. You said you should feel them and... well, I am kind of curious." "Robin... I didn't mean..." "Please?" she pleaded. Chad just stared at her. He couldn't believe it. The damn woman was actually serious! "No. I don't think it's a good idea." "Why not?" She quickly stepped back out of his cubicle and looked up and down the hall. Then she stepped back in again. "There's nobody around. You could just pull your top up and let me feel real quick." Once again, Chad couldn't believe what he had just heard. "Robin, I'm not going to do that!" She shook her head. "Okay... I guess." Chad shook his head. Why would she ever? "Can I at least see them?" "What?" His level of shock hit a whole new high. "Can I see them?" "Robin... No!" "Just pull your neckline down a bit so I can just see a bit of them." "No! I'm not going to!" She shook her head. "Well, I was just asking. That's all. You don't have to get huffy about it. It's your own fault for making me curious." "My fault?" "Yes... your fault! It wouldn't hurt you to just let me at least see them. I mean... they're not even real! It's not like you're a real woman with real breasts that I'd be touching... or seeing. They're fake! Like you!" She suddenly turned and walked out, leaving him sitting there with his mouth open. He couldn't believe it. What was with her? But one thing stung a bit - when she had called him fake. He couldn't get that off of his mind as he turned around and got back to work. Okay, maybe he was a fake. He wasn't a real woman. He was only playing at it. But it wasn't like there was anything he could do about it. He didn't have a choice. The terms of the bet and Mel's demands didn't leave him any choice. Couldn't Robin see that? Of course she couldn't. She didn't know anything at all about the bet... and he meant to keep it that way. That knowledge would lead her to knowing even worse things about him - like his diapers. Thinking about his diapers made him realize that he needed to pee again. He held back and checked his watch. Knowledge of the bet would lead Robin to know about his diapers. And that was an even worse humiliation! Still, being called a fake did sting a bit. "Hey girlfriend." Mel smiled as Gloria's voice came over the phone line. "Hi Gloria. How are you?" "Great. Listen, I want to talk to you a bit about tonight... you are coming, aren't you?" "Wouldn't miss it!" "Good. Listen, what I want to do with him tonight may take a bit to explain. So what are you doing for lunch today?" Mel almost laughed. "Having it with you, I guess." "You guess right girl!" "See you at the usual?" Mel asked laughingly. "See you there!" "Come on Chad," Robin's voice called from the entrance to his cubicle, startling him a bit since he had been deep into his work again. He turned around. "It's break time," she explained. "Um... no thanks," he replied. He didn't really want to go to break. It was just too much humiliation. Robin shook her head. "For heaven's sake. Just come. It won't kill you. What are you so afraid of anyway?" "It's humiliating!" he replied. "All those women just want to make fun of me." "I don't know. I think they've been very nice to you! They haven't made fun of you at all... at least not while you're there." She giggled a bit. He looked at her and rolled his eyes. He could only imagine what they were saying about him behind his back. But a break from his work was starting to sound like a nice idea. "Well... maybe... I guess." "Good!" He got up from his chair to go with her, but she wasn't moving out of his way. In fact, she was staring at him again... or rather his breasts. He looked down self-consciously, then back up at her. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. It's just that... Hold your arms out a bit." "What?" "Hold your arms out from your body a bit." He didn't know why, but he did as she requested. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. You know, that top really is a good one for you. It shows off your figure really well. And whatever you're doing, your figure is looking better and better." "It is?" he asked as he looked down at himself again. "Thanks." "Yeah. I mean... look." She stepped forward and stood right in front of him. She ran her hands down the artificial curves on his sides. "See, this is really looking more and more feminine every day. It's amazing! And..." She moved to his side and put one hand on his back, then brought the other hand under his fake breasts, lifting up on them a bit. "And these, really look real!" She quickly squeezed them a bit. "They feel real too!" "Robin!" She giggled as she let him go and gradually backed toward the hallway. "You were right. They do feel real!" she repeated, then giggled once again. Chad reluctantly fell into step next to her as they walked toward the break room. "Did you have to do that? It was embarrassing." She was still giggling. "How else was I going to know what they felt like? At least I got to feel a little bit." "But it was embarrassing!" "Aw... you sound just like a real woman who's just been felt up." She giggled once again. "It's not like I got to see them or anything. What are you so afraid of anyway? They're not even real!" Chad didn't know how to answer. "It's just that it wasn't... polite!" Robin laughed louder. "You're kidding, right? Fake breasts, fake woman... and you're worried about me being polite? Get off it!" Chad said nothing as they walked. What could he say? As the break room came in sight though, Robin had one more comment. "You know, you were right, they were fairly heavy." "What?" "Your breasts. They did have some weight to them." "I know! I get really tired of it sometimes." "At least you can take them off for a while to get away from it. That's the difference between a real woman and you. Real women can't take their breasts off... not that we'd want to anyway... which we wouldn't! You can't say that, can you?" Robin couldn't see it, but Chad's eyes were bulging at her comment. Yes he would like some relief from the breasts - frequently in fact. But no, he didn't have the option to take them off - because again, he was too embarrassed to tell her that Mel had glued them on and there was no way he could remove them. Embarrassing! Robin got her coffee first, then Chad started filling his cup. "Hey look!" Robin squealed. Then she made a quick move further down the counter. "Ha! I got the last doughnut!" she proclaimed proudly as she held it up. Chad looked at her and smiled. Unfortunately, what he hadn't expected was that the sight of the doughnut she was holding up would make his stomach rumble. He suddenly felt very jealous. "There's no more?" he asked, hoping against hope. "Nope! I got the last one." She took a big bite before she even started heading for one of the tables. "Mmmm. Strawberry jelly!" Chad rolled his eyes a bit. The baby cereal he had eaten for breakfast certainly hadn't been enough to really fill him up. It was probably one of the main reasons he had lost so much weight lately. He was suddenly very jealous... not to mention hungry. He followed her over to a table that was already filling up with women. His thoughts were primarily on the doughnut in Robin's hand though... and why he couldn't have been just a few minutes earlier so he could have gotten one. Robin again! If she hadn't held him up so much, trying to feel his breasts... "Hi Sissy," one of the women said as he sat down. "Hi," he returned, still a bit put-off because he hadn't gotten a doughnut. "Hey, I like that top on you," another woman said. "Thanks," Chad replied. "Yeah, it's great," Robin chimed in. "Stand up, Sissy, so they can see it better." "I don't..." But Robin was suddenly pulling on his arm. "Stand up, for heaven's sake." Chad reluctantly got to his feet and stood there. "Doesn't it show off his shape really well?" she asked the others. "Sure does, Honey," one of them replied. "I think his pants are a bit baggy though. Too baggy for my taste anyway... with that tight top and all. You really ought to get some that fit better." "Uh... I lost a lot of weight," Chad replied. "Well, Robin is right, that's a great top for you - with your figure anyway. You just need some better pants to go with it now." "Uh... thanks," he said, then started to sit down. "Wait a minute," Robin said, stopping him. Then suddenly her hands were all over him again, lifting up one of his breasts. "Don't they look real?" she asked everyone. Then she suddenly dropped his breast that she had been holding up and everyone watched as it quivered a bit. "Robin!" he complained as he shook her hands off. "Stop that!" A few of the women around laughed. One of them agreed with Robin as she said, "they sure do look good. Real good!" "They feel real too," Robin added slyly and giggled. The other women all laughed too. "I don't think I want to go around touching them then," one of them replied. "Thank you!" Chad said to her very seriously... which only prompted a lot more laughter. "So still no earrings, Sissy?" one of them asked. He shook his head. "I haven't even had time to get to the store lately." "Well, I still think you should at least consider it." "I agree," another one added. "Me too," still another voice agreed. Chad was getting tired of being the center of attention... and being ridiculed - if they were ridiculing him. Sometimes it was kind of hard to tell. Fortunately, the conversation from there turned to other matters, mostly about families and relationships. Gradually, he tuned them all out and just let them talk. He was a lot happier. "So tell me, what's so different about what you're planning to do tonight that you couldn't explain it over the phone?" Mel asked Gloria as soon as they had ordered their lunch. Gloria smiled. "Well, I think I mentioned this before, but this week, along with reinforcing what we've already done, I think we're going to let him talk to us, probably a lot. I'd like him to tell us, in his own words, how he thinks things are going." "Okay, that sounds like it could be a good idea." "Yeah, but I kind of wanted to warn you before we got into it, it's probably going to seem a bit unnerving at first - because he may seem like he's completely awake and not in a trance at all." "But he still will be?" "Yeah. That's the idea." "How will you know in case he isn't?" Gloria shrugged. "It will be kind of hard to tell. You have to know what to look for. And even for me, it's not always easy." Mel thought about that for a moment. Can you have him keep his eyes closed the whole time? That might help... so at least I'll know that he's still under." Gloria smiled. "That's a good idea. I can definitely do that. Now listen though. I need you to be especially quiet during this. I'm going to have a hard enough time keeping him under as far as I can get him. Any disturbance could wake him all too easily - and then he'll realize what we've been doing to him all along. If he realizes it, well... I think he'll probably be able to fight the conditioning fairly easily. That could make things a lot harder for you." Mel nodded. "Don't worry. I'll just sit and listen. Besides, I've been good so far, haven't I?" Gloria smiled and reached out her hand to touch Mel's hand. "It's been going better than I ever thought!" "Hi Sissy," the receptionist called all too loudly for Chad's comfort the minute he walked through the door to the gym. Unfortunately, Chad's discomfort over her greeting was compounded by two women he had never seen before standing in front of her counter. The receptionist was peering around them at him... which, of course, meant that the two women had turned around to look directly at him as well. The surprise on their faces was very evident... as was the expectant look of the waiting receptionist as she continued to stare at him - waiting for his usual curtsey and return greeting. But he wasn't about to give that to her this time. Not with those two women standing there. He just stopped where he was, well away from them and waited for the women to leave. "He's being stubborn today I guess," she explained to the two women. "Well, I didn't believe it anyway," one of them replied. Chad's face turned bright red as he realized that the receptionist must have been telling them about him. "I don't know," the other woman replied as she again turned to look at Chad, "He's certainly dressed completely like she said. Of course he's not wearing a dress today, but still... I'll bet he does!" Chad was tempted to get out of there and skip the whole thing, but he really wanted his soggy diapers changed and this was his only chance. But these women had been discussing him! What was he supposed to do? "Come on, Sissy," the receptionist pleaded. "Won't you please show us your pretty little curtsey?" Chad was completely speechless. He couldn't believe that the receptionist would ask such a thing from him. No, he could believe it! But what should he do? He didn't really want to do it in front of these women. "Can't you please just find Cassie for me?" he asked. But the receptionist got stubborn. "No! Not till you show these nice ladies how pretty you can curtsey." Ugh! "Please just get Cassie." But the receptionist stubbornly shook her head and said, "No." The receptionist's stubbornness only increased Chad stubbornness too. He wasn't about to curtsey in front of the two strange women, no matter what. Their encounter quickly devolved into a staring match - with Chad staring at them and all the women staring at him. And this time, Chad won! The receptionist finally rolled her eyes. "Sorry," she said to the two women. "It looks like he's not going to be very cooperative today." "That's okay," the first woman said. "Men are always stubborn... no matter what they're wearing," she added with another cross glance at Chad. Chad stood back and waited while the two women walked past him, both of them looking him over even more carefully as they went out the door. When they were gone, he turned back to the receptionist. She was again looking at him like she was waiting for something. He got frustrated. "Will you please just get Cassie now?" She shook her head with disappointment. "Wow, you're no fun at all today," she grumbled as she left in search of Cassie. Chad only felt relief. The receptionist was back a few minutes later with Cassie. Chad dropped his usual curtsey and greeted Cassie, but as he was doing it, he glanced at the receptionist with a rather "stick it up your ass" look. He saw her rolling her eyes as she walked behind the counter. Chad put her totally out of his mind as he followed Cassie to the back office again. "She says you didn't want to curtsey for some of our guests," Cassie said as soon as she had closed the door behind them. "No way! I don't know them. They're not Mel... or even you or Sandy!" "Uh huh," Cassie murmured as she watched him struggling to remove his clothes. Chad removed everything but his diapers and waist cincher, then he laid down on the floor and Cassie handed him his baby bottle to start working on. "It wouldn't have killed you to be nice," Cassie said as she started removing his diapers. "It's demeaning!" Chad replied through the nipple in his mouth. Cassie looked up at him for a moment. He was laying in front of her so she could change his soaked diapers, he was drinking from the baby bottle stuck in his mouth, he face was covered with makeup, his nails were incredibly long and painted red, his hair was femininely arranged... and he was worried about something being demeaning? One thing was for sure, she'd never understand men! Once again she thanked her lucky stars to have Sandy in her life instead of some stupid man. She poured a generous amount of baby lotion into her hands and went to work on his front side. As she worked, she kept staring at his penis locked up inside of the chastity device. The tiny little thing looked even smaller today than usual. She was surprised because she didn't think they could get so small. She worked extra hard at trying to get a reaction from his plastic encased penis... but no matter what she did, or how she pulled on his chastity device, it was as if she wasn't doing anything at all. She glanced up at his head. He was still sucking on his bottle. The look on his face suggested that he wasn't even paying attention to what she was doing. Geez! She cast one more glance down at the tiny nub that his penis was. It hadn't grown a bit. "Roll over. This is becoming a waste of time." Chad put his bottle down and rolled onto his stomach, then pulled his legs up under him, exposing his backside high in the air for Cassie's attentions. He was rather looking forward to this part again. The first part, where Cassie was working on his front side, had become nothing but uninteresting to him. He couldn't get a reaction there and consequently didn't pay all that much attention to it anymore. But his backside... he wondered yet again why he should find what she did to him there so thrilling. "Your diaper rash looks a lot better today," Cassie noted right away. "It feels a lot better too," Chad replied. Then he felt an electric shudder run through him for a moment as Cassie squirted some of the cold baby lotion right onto his backside. But the sensation of her hands running over him a moment later was pure heaven. He closed his eyes and relaxed into the sensations. Cassie rubbed her hands all over his backside. She couldn't see his face in the position he was in, but she could still tell how much he was enjoying it. She was a little disappointed that he hadn't been nice enough to curtsey for the two customers earlier. She was tempted to just rediaper him and send him on his way, with no further fun that he now seemed to crave. And the more she thought about that, the more she liked the idea. But first... why not tease him a bit? She picked up the toy she usually stuck inside of him and place the tip against his backside, right up against his asshole. She placed it there ever so gently, not pushing at all... and she waited. Chad felt whatever it was that she usually used on him being placed up against his asshole. The thrill was like lightning coursing though his body. He waited for her to push harder, but she was obviously teasing him because she wasn't moving it at all. Please push... please... His silent pleas went unanswered though as she continued to keep it just as she had. Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore and he slowly pushed back against it, expecting it to slide right into him. But it didn't. The more he pushed back, the more she pulled it back, keeping the pressure exactly the same. He started moving back and forth, pulling away, then thrusting back toward her toy again, trying to get it into him. But each time she kept it so that it only touching him and never anything more. His bucking became harder and harder, but it wasn't getting him anywhere. His frustration grew till he finally stopped and slumped down as if he were exhausted. What kind of game was Cassie playing? Cassie pulled her dildo away and set it down. "You weren't nice to our other guests earlier, so I don't see any reason why I should be that nice to you today," she explained with more than and ounce of satisfaction in her voice. "But there is one thing I will stick up inside of you. For once I don't mind shoving these suppositories up into you at all!" And with that, she shoved her finger up his asshole as far as she could. The fact that she was only pretending to stick anything up inside of him made no difference since it was Thursday and one of the days that Mel had told her to only pretend to do it. And since she was only pretending... "In fact," she started, then she stuck her finger up inside of him again, "there's a second one for you to enjoy today!" She felt a bit of satisfaction at her fake cruelty. He would never know that he had received nothing at all. Chad was shocked... to the core. Not only was Cassie denying him the only pleasure he had been able to find lately, she had stuck not one, but two suppositories up inside of him. What kind of messy backside would that produce later? He wasn't looking forward to finding out at all! He had no doubt that his diaper rash would be back by the time he left work today! At Cassie's prompting, he rolled over onto his back again and grabbed his bottle to finish while she diapered him again. He looked up at her as he finished his bottle. She was staring down at him while she worked, but she wasn't saying anything at all. She did have a very self-satisfied look on her face though. In fact, she was smirking with vindication. All because he hadn't curtseyed for those two strangers? The heck with it! Chad still felt justified and more glad than ever that he hadn't done it. So there! As he walked past the receptionist on his way out a few minutes later, he was tempted to stick his tongue out at her, but he held himself in check. A gesture like that would have been a little too childish. He had enough childish tendencies in his life to deal with already. "Hi Mel. It's Cassie." "Hi Cassie," Mel replied into her phone. "How did it go today? Anything new?" "Well, kinda." "What happened?" "I know I shouldn't expect it, and I know I have no right to make him do something like that but..." "Like what?" "Well... you see, our receptionist said that she asked him to curtsey for two of our customers when he came in today, and he flat out refused. He wouldn't even curtsey for her like he usually does." "He usually curtseys for your receptionist?" "And me... well, I kind of got started making him do it at first, but now... well he just does it naturally." "Did he curtsey for you today?" "Yeah, no problem." "But he wouldn't do it for anyone else?" "No. I know he probably doesn't have to. But I was just wondering... seeing as how she did ask him nicely... or so she claims." "Hmmm," Mel mused. "I'm just not real clear on the lines of authority here I guess." "Don't worry about it Cassie. Let me think about it a bit. I'm not real sure either." "Okay. Thanks Mel. No problem. Sorry to bother you with it." "Don't be sorry. I'm glad you called. By the way, did you fake putting the suppository in him again?" Cassie laughed. "Not just one, but two! I told him I was mad at him for his behavior earlier." Mel laughed a bit too. "Great Cassie. I have no doubt that two suppositories will really give him second thoughts all afternoon - even if they were fake!" Mel hung up her phone. She had work to do, but her thoughts were completely focused on Sissy and his refusal to curtsey for Cassie's customers. But should he have been required to? Or was what he did perfectly within his rights. On the other hand... he had no rights! None! Not as far as she was concerned. But should she do anything about it? That was the question that haunted her for the rest of the afternoon. Chad sat at his desk and worked, but as much as his mind was focused on his work, it was equally focused on the fact that Cassie had shoved two suppositories up inside of him instead of only one. He had enough trouble every day with just the one. Would two make things even worse? He had only eaten a small salad for lunch today, trying even harder to keep less food in his system than usual. More food meant more mess, and he didn't really want any mess at all. He didn't mind it so much at night, but during the day he was around way too many people. Having smelly, messy diapers was not a good thing during the day... even if his girdle did keep everybody from knowing - so far. He again felt the urge to wet himself and as usual, started holding back as he checked the time on his watch. He had already wet his diapers once since lunch, but it wasn't surprising anymore that he would have to pee again so soon since his waist cincher was compressing his bladder, along with everything else. But a few minutes later, he stopped all work on his computer as he felt the first afternoon signs that he would be messing himself very soon. Two suppositories in his system. Damn! He not only didn't think about holding back when the pains came again, he actively pushed this time. Two suppositories! Maybe it would be better to get it all out of him at once... if he could. He stood up so that there would be less resistance for it all and immediately felt the slushy mass sliding out of him, into his diapers. From there it was all forced to spread out and travel around him as it tried to find whatever room it could make for itself inside of his diapers. Major yuck! He breathed a sigh of relief as it ended. He felt lucky, it hadn't felt any worse than it usually did. But would he be subjected to more later? With two suppositories, that was a distinct worry today. He'd just have to wait and see. He sat down in his chair very gingerly. He felt the mess compressing and moving inside his diapers a bit more as he did so. Yuck! Not being in the mood to concentrate on his work, he opened the spreadsheet he used to track his progress for the bet. Next to yesterday's date, he filled in 26 minutes. It was the same amount of time he had filled in for the day before. No progress at all! He sighed with frustration. Was twenty six minutes very good? He just wasn't sure. He noticed that there were still thirty six days left that he would have to struggle. Thirty six days of pure hell - as he now knew. He thought again about the mess that had just come out of him - into his diapers. He would be wearing that for the rest of the afternoon - ugh! Yet it somehow thrilled him deep down too. Despite the problems and the humiliations, he was still living his dreams - and then some. He was taking advantage of an opportunity that very few others had ever experienced. He just wished that he could get some sexual relief through his experiences... at least occasionally. But would it be better to just give in and try to become incontinent? Let Mel win the bet? Live the dream, perhaps forever? It was very tempting, but he had been through those thoughts before. Despite the allure, he knew he had to somehow win the bet... not that he really had any chance of losing. The mess in his backside was becoming its usual background irritation now. He closed his spreadsheet and opened up his work project again so his mind would have something better to dwell on. Back to work. Mel stopped for a moment in the hallway just outside her office to check her hair in the decorative mirror hung on the wall there. But looking in the mirror reminded her of something that had been bothering her all day. She looked back at Andrea's desk and the waiting room beyond. There were no customers in the building just then. "Hey Andrea," she called as she stepped into the middle of the hallway. "Yes?" "Am I getting fat?" Andrea looked at her like she was crazy. "You? Fat? You've got to be kidding!" Mel looked down at her body and ran her hands lightly down her dress as if smoothing it. She looked back up at Andrea with a smile on her face. "Thanks," she replied happily, then turned toward her office. But two steps later, she turned back again. "Hey Andrea." "Yes?" "What are you doing Sunday?" Her office assistant shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing much. Why?" "You said you were interested in seeing Sissy in some of those clothes we got him. Do you want to come for dinner then?" "Really?" Andrea asked, suddenly excited. "Really," Mel replied. "Great! I'd love to. Just me, or will anyone else be there?" Mel thought about that for just a second. "Um... probably a couple of my neighbors too... if you don't mind." "I don't mind at all. Like I said, I'd love to." "Good," Mel replied with a bigger smile on her face. "We'll plan on it then." "Break time!" Robin's voice called from the entrance to Chad's cubicle. Chad turned around. "I don't think I want to go. But thanks." Robin shook her head and walked into his cubicle. She reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling on it. "I'm going to break you of this stupid phobia if it's the last thing I do!" "Robin!" "Come on... or I'll get everybody back here to drag you down there again." Chad groaned in frustration. What was it with women? They all wanted to make his life miserable. But clearly, Robin wasn't giving him a choice. He let her pull him to his feet and followed her meekly out, praying all the while that the second suppository in his system wouldn't make matters any worse. They reached the break room without any mishaps or humiliations, but the moment they walked through the door, Chad stopped short. There was a man at the coffee pot, pouring his coffee. And Chad knew him well. He was one of Chad's closest friends... or had been... before! Derek! "Come on," Robin said as she realized he had stopped moving. But Chad didn't want to move. He wanted to go back to his desk where he could hide. "Come on," Robin urged again and pulled on his arm. He followed her, but slowly. Derek hadn't noticed him yet. Could he get out of there without his friend seeing him? He had no illusions about how unlikely that would be. He stood right behind Robin as he waited his turn at the coffee pot, as if he was hiding behind her, hoping that Derek wouldn't see past her... to him. But Derek finished fixing his coffee... and turned... and the two locked eyes, for just a moment. Chad clearly saw the shock on Derek's face. Chad immediately looked down at the floor in embarrassment. He didn't want to have to face his friend - make that former friend... let alone talk to him. But Derek wasn't moving away. Chad was aware that Robin wasn't moving either. He was also very aware of the complete silence between all of them. He chanced a quick glance up. Derek was still staring at him as he took a sip from the coffee in his hand. "I've seen you around," Derek said, "from a distance anyway. And of course I've heard all about you from everyone else. But this is the first time I've seen you up close. I've got to say, even up close you look surprisingly..." He shook his head, searching for a word. "Stupid?" Chad offered softly. "Not exactly the word I was looking for. But the word... 'fair' comes to mind." Chad blushed a bit. "Thanks," he replied. Why wasn't Derek leaving? Didn't he have any idea how awkward this was? "Are you going to get some coffee?" Derek asked. "Yeah," Chad replied. Derek took a step back. "I'll wait then." What was Derek doing? Did he want to talk? Chad couldn't believe it. He was aware that Robin had moved away a few feet and was watching them. He cast a quick glance at her before he grabbed a cup and started filling it with hot coffee. He should have fought harder with Robin before he let her drag him down here. This was a big mistake! With his coffee cup filled, he turned toward Derek again. Derek turned and started walking toward the tables. With a quick glance at a wide- eyed Robin, Chad meekly followed. He chose a seat across the table from where Derek had sat down. "So how come?" Derek asked. "I thought we were friends... somewhat anyway. Then suddenly... this! And you never gave any indication of it earlier - to anyone, as far as I know." Chad shrugged. "It's all just too embarrassing for me." "And still you're doing this? Living like this? I guess you're living like this, aren't you?" Chad only nodded. He took a sip of his coffee for comfort. "Why?" Chad shook his head. "It's complicated." "I'm sure. Of that I have no doubt!" "Well, just believe it, it is complicated," Chad repeated, unwilling to go any further into that issue. This time it was Derek's turn to shake his head. "You can't imagine my surprise when I heard. Everyone was surprised. Nobody believed it. And then I saw you from a distance. I still couldn't really believe it... not for a while anyway. And now... well, look at you!" "Yeah, I know." This was so awkward! "And you never mentioned anything to anyone!" "Sorry," Chad mumbled contritely, letting their conversation fall into an awkward silence for a while. "So are you planning on getting a sex change or something?" Chad was a bit shocked. "No. Not at all." "So you're just doing it then... for the fun of it?" Chad shook his head yet again. "No... well, kind of... it's complicated! Very complicated." "But you won't explain it to me?" "I can't!" Chad couldn't take it anymore. "Look," he said as he got to his feet. "I'm sorry. I really am. But it's hard for me to explain." He took two steps away and stopped. He turned back to his former friend again. "Oh, and thanks. Thanks for being somewhat nice to me... or at least not hitting me. This is just too embarrassing for me." And with that, Chad hurried out of the break room back toward his desk. The encounter with Derek had been very unnerving. He was only glad that Derek had been as nice as he was. He should have been far more angry! Chad wasn't back at his desk two minutes when Robin came hurrying in. "What did he say?" she asked breathlessly. Chad blinked up at her in surprise. He hadn't expected to see her so soon. "Not much," Chad replied. "What did you say?" "Not much either." "Damn you! You must have said something! Both of you! So how did it go at least?" Chad thought for a moment. "Awkward." Robin leaned against his desk. "Yeah, I'm sure it was. In fact, I could see that from the moment you got there." Robin stared at him for a moment, waiting to see if he would say anything else, but Chad just sat there and remained mute. Men! Then never want to talk about anything interesting! And she was sure that their conversation would have been juicy for sure. Finally, she smiled and pulled herself away from his desk. Her comment as she sauntered out, was one of the jokes that the women had been bantering around their table the whole time Chad and Derek were talking. "I'll bet he thinks your sexy now!" "Get out of here!" Chad returned playfully. Robin turned her head just before she disappeared around the corner. She had a sly grin on her face as she unleashed one of the other jokes. "I wonder if he has a crush on you?" Chad rolled his eyes as Robin disappeared. Women! All they ever did was to make his life miserable! So why did he envy them so much? As per Mel's usual instructions for Thursday evenings, Chad headed straight to her office after work. Andrea actually gasped a bit as he walked into the office. "Well, don't you look pretty good today," she commented. "Thanks," Chad mumbled. He was a bit embarrassed by her compliment. There were several other people in the office, all of them staring all too interestedly at him. They were making him uncomfortable. Fortunately, Andrea got right up from her desk. "Let's get you out of here," she suggested. Chad followed her back to the usual vacant but richly appointed office. "You've got another bottle still?" Andrea asked. "Yeah. Right here," he replied holding up his pink diaper bag. "I'll leave you to it then," she replied as she closed the door and left him alone. Chad pulled out from his diaper bag, the one remaining baby bottle that was still full. He stretched himself out on the comfortable leather couch, and put the bottle to his mouth. His thoughts were far away though as he laid there drinking. Jumbled images ran though his mind. And one of the primary subjects his mind lingered over was his short encounter with Derek earlier. He felt particularly bad now about everything. Why was he doing all this? The words self-respect, friends, and a life crashed into his brain. That was why he had to win this bet. But on the other hand... He sighed around the nipple in his mouth as he paused in his drinking to let some air back into the bottle. On the other hand, he was actually living his dream. For real! Unbelievably! Who would have ever thought? Even he hardly believed it. And as much as he wanted to win the bet and all the things that came with winning, he wanted to lose just as much - along with all the things that came with losing. He could literally feel his sexual need. It had changed over the last month. While it always raged, at times it was starting to move more into the background where he didn't notice it as much. Sometimes he was almost comfortable with it. But always, he actually enjoyed it. The big problem however, was that he really did want some sexual relief! No matter how much into the background it moved at times. His baby bottle startled gurgling as he finished the last of it. He put it back into his diaper bag and laid back on the couch. He was living his dream. Yet he wanted his self-respect back too. Which way should he choose? They both called strongly to him. His encounter with Derek filtered back through his mind again, along with how bad he felt about it. Derek was his friend... scratch that! Derek used to be his friend! Not anymore. He didn't have any real friends anymore. Self-respect, friends, and a life! As much as he wanted his dream, it was too difficult. He had to win this bet! Mel sat at her desk and leaned back in her chair. Chad was waiting in the office across the hall for her. Andrea had just left for the day. She needed to go in and change Chad's diapers so they could go and get some dinner before going to see Gloria. But her problem was what Cassie had told her earlier about how Chad had behaved at the gym. Was it wrong? She really wasn't sure. And then there was the other question that Cassie had brought up, just how much authority should Cassie have over him? She glanced at her clock, it was running late. Her last few clients had taken more time than she thought they would... a common occurrence. But now she had to deal with Chad... or rather Sissy. Should she punish him? Or was he right in the way he had acted? She just didn't know. She wasn't one of those professional dominatrix women she had read so much about lately. They always seemed to know how to deal with everything. She wasn't a dominatrix, she was a lawyer. This was all new to her. And as much advice as she tried to pick up from the web, she was mostly just winging it on her own. So what should she do about him? Having no answer, she decided to put the decision off until later. She got up from her seat and headed toward the door to her office. She was going to have to hurry now and changing his diapers was going to take a few more precious minutes. Change his diapers! Yuck! But it was a small price to pay for gaining her dream. She paused as she placed her hand on the door handle leading into the office where Chad was. Should she go ahead and start looking for a house to buy? It was obvious that he had already lost. Maybe she should. There was really no reason why she should put that off any longer. With a smile, she opened the door to go in and change Sissy's diapers. The restaurant was their usual one. Chad did notice however, that this time, the staff didn't seem to give him as many of their overly curious glances as they usually did. Was he becoming less of a curiosity? The glances he was getting from some of the other customers however, still made him very uncomfortable. He was a bit surprised, not to mention pleased, to notice that Mel didn't even pull one of his empty baby bottles out and put it on the table - to taunt him. Instead, she just ordered both of them a cup of coffee when the waitress asked what they wanted to drink. "So how was your day?" Mel asked as they waited for their coffee. Chad rolled his eyes. "Miserable!" "Why?" she asked with some surprise. "I ran into an old friend today. It was the first time I've talked to him since this all started. It was very awkward... to say the least." Mel nodded. She could only imagine what it must have felt like for Chad... yet strangely, she didn't have much sympathy for him. This was his dream after all. "And that made your day so miserable?" "Mostly," Chad replied. "So there were other things then?" Chad shook his head. "Oh, a lot of little things, I guess." "Like what?" "Well... I got felt up today by Robin, for one thing." "You what?" "She can be so conniving sometimes! She started out by complementing my figure, and the next thing I know, her hands were all over my breasts! Damn the woman!" "Don't swear!" "Sorry," Chad replied contritely. But Mel was trying to figure out how she felt about Chad's latest encounter with Robin. On the one hand, Robin was obviously getting more physical with him. But on the other hand it sounded like Chad wasn't all that happy about it. While she was very annoyed with Robin, she decided to put that on her list of things to think about later too. "Anything else?" she finally asked. "Ugh!" Chad grunted. "Just the usual mess I guess. All the women at break spend too much time talking about me. And they're all after me to get my ears pierced now." Mel's attention was suddenly completely on Chad and that situation. Unfortunately, that was when the waitress brought their coffee. Mel ordered Chad his usual huge steak, but she only ordered a chicken salad for herself. There was no way she was ever going to let herself get fat! Finally, the waitress was gone and they could talk again. "So what do you think about getting your ears pierced?" "I don't really know. On the one hand, it is kind of exciting. I mean, most women have their ears pierced, don't they? And I have no doubt I'd probably feel embarrassed as hell about it." "Careful with your language!" Mel cautioned. "Sorry. And I guess earrings would help make me look a bit more feminine... maybe anyway." "Maybe," Mel agreed. "But... well, I don't know that they're really necessary. And then once I have it done, it would stay done. And when I win this bet, then what would I do?" "When you win? Aren't you jumping the gun a bit?" Chad shook his head and smiled wickedly at her. "I'm not going to lose!" he said overly dramatically. "We'll see about that," Mel returned with a sinister tone in her own voice. They both laughed, but Mel was very conscious of the fact that Chad still didn't think he could lose. At least not that he was admitting yet. Why was that? "So what are you going to do?" she asked. "About what?" "Earrings." "Oh. I don't know. Shouldn't that be your decision?" Mel thought about that for only a moment. Actually, this was falling right in line with her plans for him. "No, I don't think so," she replied. "I think you should decide. I'm going to leave that totally up to you!" Chad was surprised. Up to him? Now what was he going to do? Mel stared at him. He obviously had a dilemma to figure out. But by making him decide what to do, it was more like he was now feminizing himself instead of her doing it to him. She wanted him to get to the point where he was pushing himself, adding his own humiliations, not just her. And obviously, he was starting to get there. That tiny spark of progress made their dinner much more enjoyable to Mel. When their meals finally arrived, Chad dug in quickly. He was famished and the steak was great. Mel almost laughed at the look of pure enjoyment on his face the moment he took his first bite. But Chad's fast eating didn't last long. Mel was actually very surprised when a short while later, he looked at her with a pained expression on his face. "I can't eat another bite," he complained. Mel looked at his plate. More than half his steak was still there. "What's wrong?" she asked with total concern. "I'm too full!" "You're full?" "Yeah! Well, with all the baby food you've been making me eat lately, and now this darn waist cincher squeezing my stomach, I can't seem to eat as much as I could before." "You can't?" Chad shook his head. "So you're going to waste most of your dinner?" Chad looked really crestfallen. "I hate doing it. It really tastes great. But I just can't eat another bite!" "That's all you're going to get tonight. So if you can't eat, then you can't eat." While Mel finished her dinner, Chad sat and just sipped at his coffee while they talked. He tried to take a few more bites of his steak, but his stomach just felt too full to eat much more. "So is it tomorrow that your divorce will be final?" Mel asked at one point. Chad set his coffee cup down. "Yeah," he admitted. "I've been trying not to think about it." "Is it bothering you?" He shrugged. "A little... maybe more than a little. Like I said, I've been trying not to think about it." "How come?" He let out a big frustrated sigh. "Because I'm such a failure! It's all my fault!" "Do you really think you're a failure?" "Well, look at me!" She shook her head. "I don't think you're a failure at all. I just think that you and your wife couldn't come to an agreement over your desires. That's all." "Ex wife!" She nodded, slightly amused. "Ex wife. Under different circumstances, I think that the right woman would be lucky to have you." "Yeah right!" Chad replied, obviously not agreeing at all. "So do you want to celebrate it tomorrow? Some people are glad when it's all over." He shook his head. "No. I'm really not happy at all. I'm just trying to forget it and move on with my life instead." She nodded her head again. "Moving on sounds like a good plan. I'm not so sure about forgetting it though." "It hurts to think