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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 29 (Saturday - week 4) Whap! Whap! Whap! Even in his dreams Mel was swinging her dreaded stick at him. And even in his dreams his stinging backside hurt, seemingly more and more. All night long he tossed and turned and cringed in his sleep as Mel's stick lashed out at him. Stinging pain after stinging pain urged him to pee... pee... pee! Over and over again... constantly... never stopping. And every time he did manage to pee, it was a warm, wet, wonderful experience - each and every time - a feeling that he reveled in - each and every time. They were the only calm and quiet points in his otherwise painful and troubled night. But all too soon, the Mel in his dream was angrily swinging her stick at him again. Whap! Whap! Whap! Cringing terror - warm, wet peace. Cringing terror - warm, wet peace. And when the suppositories in his system went to work on him, they did so at the same time that he was also peeing, so even in his dreams he didn't mind it so much. Whap! Whap! Whap! As the night wore on, he yearned harder and harder for the wonderful feeling of peeing. Craving it. Concentrating on it whenever he could with an almost conscious obsession. Yet within his dreams, he was unaware of how bloated his diapers were becoming in the real world, as each time he peed in his dreams, his body responded in actual fact - or perhaps it was the other way around. But each time he finished peeing in his dreams, a more and more monstrous Mel loomed over him, holding her stick high above her, ready and willing to bring it down on him with such intensity that it sent shivers of fear throughout him. Whap! Whap! Whap! ... What? Something in his dream reached a bit further into his conscious mind - something troubling. As Mel's dream stick descended one more time, Chad fearfully clawed his way to the surface, waking fully from the awful nightmare into the pale gloom of his room in the early dawn of reality. What troubled him the most as he awoke, was the stinging pain in his backside. The awful pain from last night was still all too real. The pressure from his overly bloated diapers was pressing too hard against it, making it sting continuously. So much so, that for a moment, he believed the dream had been real. Fortunately, sanity crept in and he realized it was just a dream - one that he wished he could forget, just as he usually forgot all his other dreams. As sanity took further hold on his mind, an odd uncomfortable feeling suddenly rushed through to him. A clammy, damp, oddly wet feeling - in places where he shouldn't be wet. He couldn't believe it, the onesie he was wearing was soaked, along with his sheets. His diapers also seemed to be more bloated than ever. Damn! All those extra bottles she had made him drink last night had made him pee so much he had leaked all over everything. Yuck! Now what should he do? He levered himself up so that he could see the time on his pink clock radio that was high above him on his cardboard dresser. It was early... sort of. Not much earlier than he usually got up on a weekday. But this was Saturday, the one day when he could sleep in. He groaned as he laid back down on his wet, smelly blow-up mattress. But now that he was awake, he was more aware than ever of the clammy wet feeling surrounding him - in places where he shouldn't be wet like that. He tried for a few moments to ignore it, but in the end, he couldn't. Groaning again, he worked his way to his feet. Immediately, more wetness escaped his plastic panties and ran down his leg. Argh! He wanted to go immediately to the kitchen to see if Mel had left him another note. He always went to the kitchen first when he got up. It was his routine - his habit. But today he had no choice, he gingerly waddled to the bathroom instead to get cleaned up. Halfway there, his system let out yet another stream of pee. And most of it felt like it ran straight down his leg. He waddled faster before he could leak any more. Damn! Way too much to drink! A little while later, freshly showered and shaved, dressed in two comfortable fresh diapers and plastic panties, he finally wandered out to the kitchen. He saw Mel's note right away. Sissy, First bottle right away! Get cleaned up. Second bottle before you get dressed! Third bottle! Go to the store and do whatever shopping you need for the week. Make sure you get at least two more packages of diapers. Buy yourself some breakfast while you're out and make sure you eat it. Fourth bottle with your breakfast. Sandy will be at your door today at 10 sharp! Make sure you're done with everything and home already. Don't bother changing before she gets there. Now get busy! Chad's couldn't believe it! Sandy was coming over this morning - early! Why? Probably more of her stupid baby lessons. But why would she be coming here? He read the note again. Four baby bottles this morning - before Sandy arrived. It was more than usual. He was still peeing way too much from all he had drunk last night. Seeing no other choice however, he went to his refrigerator and pulled out a baby bottle. He removed his pacifier and put it on the counter as he put the bottle to his lips. Immediately, visions of Mel swinging her stick at him last night ran through his head. The visions caused him to panic just a bit and try to pee. He was rewarded by the wonderful sensation of peeing into his diapers. He closed his eyes in enjoyment as he sucked on his bottle. Pure bliss! As he worked on his first bottle, he found a large plastic trash bag. He carried it into his bedroom where he stripped the sheets off of his blow- up mattress and put them, along with his soaked onesie, into the bag. He would have to ask Mel if he could do his laundry today for sure. He didn't have any other sheets than this one set of little girl sheets that Mel made him use. If she didn't, then he guessed he'd have to go without any tonight. He worked on his makeup and hair while he drank his second baby bottle. No use wasting time. This week, he planned on going out to the store early to avoid as many people as possible. As he worked on himself, he was very aware of how much shorter his fingernails were. What a pleasure. They were still very long, elegantly long. But now they no longer looked like claws. He could do everything with them much easier than with the longer version that he had been forced to wear all last week. Being much shorter now, they gave him so much more freedom. Wonderful freedom! He was still forced to move his hands more girly because of their length, but he no longer minded so much. In fact, it was becoming almost natural to him now. With all but his lipstick done, he put on his waist cincher and an all- in-one girdle. He stuffed his breast forms that were thankfully no longer glued to his chest into the bra cups of his girdle. It had been so nice sleeping without them glued on last night. So much more comfortable. Unfortunately, Mel had said she was going to glue them on again today. Ugh! Now, without them attached to his chest, they felt a bit strange inside his bra - less secure, alien... like they were no longer a part of him. Strange. It was time now to get dressed... time to face his closet. But what should he wear? Sandy was coming over this morning... and he had to go out shopping first... what kind of outfit would be best? If it was Mel coming over instead of Sandy, there would probably be no question, one of his maid's dresses for sure. But Sandy? Having no pants that he could wear, he finally decided on another of the skirt and top outfits that Mel had put together for him. He avoided the brighter colored skirts and chose a dark navy blue one this time that he hoped would attract less attention. The top that Mel had paired with it was a soft white pullover with a round scooped neck. The lacey trim on the neck, sleeves, and across the breasts was also white. It was just baggy enough to be nicely comfortable. After adding his low-heeled shoes and jewelry, he touched up his lipstick and checked his image in the mirror. Just like yesterday, he was fairly satisfied with the image he saw. An image that made him feel good again - feminine, and happy. He was supposed to be drinking his third bottle now that he was dressed, but he decided to wait. Mel would never know if he drank it now or later... just so long as he had the right number of bottles finished by the time he saw her later. He grabbed his purse and headed out the door. He had only two quick stops planned for the morning, the ATM to get more money and the drug store. Working with mostly cash all last week had worked out fairly well with his unusually long nails. But even now that they were much shorter, they were still long enough that they could make things difficult. And pushing buttons with just his nail tips was much easier than digging out his credit card and trying to hold a pen and write with it. The cash was also a lot faster too which made his life a lot more comfortable. He pulled up to the ATM and quickly got plenty of cash to last him the week. Then he headed on to the drug store. He only needed to get two packages of diapers and some more razors. He figured he had enough of everything else to get through another week - hopefully. He drove straight to the store, glad for once that it was early enough that even the traffic was still fairly light. There were only a few cars in the parking lot, something he was glad to see. He hurried into the store before more people could show up. Inside, he hurried to the aisle where the razors were and grabbed another package of the same pink colored women's razors he had been using for the last month. Then he hurried around to the diaper aisle where he wrestled two big packages of his usual diapers off of the shelf and into his arms. He noticed that the store's stock of the diapers was getting a bit low. As he headed toward the checkout counter at the front of the store, he wondered if he was now their best customer when it came to buying the disposable adult diapers. By his estimation, he probably wasn't all that far off. For once, there was nobody ahead of him at the checkout counter. He recognized the woman behind the counter as the same one who was there last week. Unfortunately, she recognized him too. As he was unloading his arms onto the counter, it was obvious that she was checking him over all too carefully - and smiling with one of those very amused smiles. "You look very pretty today," she said, still looking him over instead of ringing up his purchases. "Thanks," he replied, hoping she would get on with things so he could get out of there before things could get more humiliating. "Haaayyyyy! It's the baby lady... or guy... or thing," a female voice called from the doorway. Chad turned in horror to see two girls just walking in - the very same girls who had been such a pain to him last week! Already, his time in the store had gone from good - to bad - to worse - and he had no doubt that very soon it would go to horrible. He made a mental note to avoid this drug store from now on. He looked quickly back at the woman behind the counter to see if she had started ringing up his sale yet, but she hadn't even started. In fact, she was grinning even broader now at the two young women who had just walked in. Obviously, she recognized them from last week too! "Oooo, don't you look good today!" the second girl practically squealed as she came up excitedly right next to him. Chad was afraid she was going to hug him for a moment, fortunately, she didn't. "Uh... thanks," he replied, hoping the clerk behind the counter would finally get busy - but so far.... Even though he was standing up against the counter, the two girls spread out to either side of him where they could see him better. Chad felt like he was being attacked. Maybe he was... sort of. "Are you wearing diapers again today?" the first girl asked. Chad was totally aghast that she would even think to ask such a question. Didn't kids have any sense of what was proper these days? Well, not these two at least. "Uh... mm hmm," he acknowledged softly. This time it was the woman behind the counter who laughed the loudest - the same woman who still hadn't started to ring up his purchases yet. "Man," the second girl said as she poked at the two bags of diapers that were still waiting to be rung up, "you must go through a lot of these things." "Uh... sometimes," Chad replied, still wishing the girls would leave him alone... and that the store clerk would finally start ringing up his sale. "You bought two bags last week too," the same girl noted. She turned to her friend. "I'd call that a lot." Her friend nodded in agreement before turning back to Chad. "So what is it, you have medical problems or something?" Chad wanted to scream. Why couldn't they leave him alone? "Uh... not really," he replied, knowing he probably should have said yes. The girl's eyes seemed to bulge in her head. "So you mean... you wear them... like... for fun?" The other girl broke out in laughter, along with the store clerk again... who still hadn't started to ring up the sale. How was he going to answer her? How could he get out of this quickly? "Um... Uh... It's just that... Uh... I don't want to talk about it." "Why not?" the other girl demanded. Chad was ready to scream... again. "It's complicated!" "So?" girl number one replied. "I'm not stupid. Explain it." She leaned back against the counter, folded her arms across her chest, and waited for an answer. Chad looked at her for a moment, not believing she could be so forward - not to mention rude. Why couldn't she... and her friend, just leave him alone? Couldn't they see that they were bothering him... that he didn't want to answer their stupid questions? Maybe they did see and just didn't care! Probably! Instead of answering, he turned directly to the store clerk. "Would you please ring these things up now?" The woman looked very put off. She seemed to huff a bit, but she finally pulled out the scanner and started searching the diaper package for the bar code. "Hey!" the girl who had asked the question exclaimed. She was now standing upright and looking angry. "You're not going to answer me?" "No," Chad replied flatly, then went back to watching the store clerk search for the bar code to scan... which was taking way too long. She finally found it and scanned it, then set about searching for the code on the second bag. "You're being very rude!" the girl noted. "Tough!" Chad replied. "I think you two are being very rude too." "Us?" both girls chorused unbelievably. "How are we being rude? We're just trying to be friendly," the second girl stated. "Can't you see that I don't want to talk about this?" Chad hissed angrily. "Why not?" the girl asked. Before he could reply, the first girl asked, "Well would you like to talk about something else then?" Her question took Chad totally by surprise. "Who buys your clothes?" she asked. "Do you pick them out yourself?" "It is a cute outfit," her friend noted. Chad didn't know whether to answer her or not. "Can't you please just leave me alone?" he begged. "What do you mean, leave you alone? And we're not being rude!" girl number two stated. "I think we're being very nice." "Yes we are!" girl number one agreed. Chad tried to ignore them. "How much is it?" he asked the woman behind the counter as he started digging through his purse to find his wallet. "I haven't finished ringing everything up yet," she replied. "Well, aren't you going to answer my question?" girl number one asked, sounding a bit angry about it. Chad didn't even remember the question. Not that he cared. "What question?" "Who picks out your clothes? Do you do it?" Chad rolled his eyes. Why couldn't they leave him alone? "Sometimes," he replied. "Did you pick out that outfit?" the other girl asked. It was like being assaulted from all sides. He noticed that the woman behind the counter was still not finishing up with his sale. Instead, she seemed to be listening all too interestedly. But the girl was still waiting for an answer. "No," he replied, shortly and flatly. "Who bought it for you then? Your mother?" Chad shook his head. "No, not my mother!" "Who then?" "A friend!" "She has very good taste," girl number two noted to her friend. Girl number one nodded her agreement, then turned back to Chad. "Does she know that you wear diapers under your clothes?" she asked. Argh! "Can you please finish ringing this up?" Chad demanded of the saleswoman. "Well, does she?" girl number two asked, referring to her friend's question. It was all Chad could do to keep from growling. "Yes!" he finally replied. He noticed the saleswoman still wasn't moving. "She must be a very good friend then," girl number two noted to girl number one. Girl number one nodded her head. "She must be," she agreed. Chad looked directly at the saleswoman again. "Please..." he started to beg. "Okay, okay! I'm working on it," the woman replied as she finally picked up the package of pink razors and scanned it. Chad pulled his wallet out of his purse and opened it to take out some money. "I see you had your nails redone," girl number two noticed. "He did, didn't he?" girl number two chimed in. "Remember how long they were last week?" "Incredibly!" girl number two replied. "Hey," she asked Chad. "Did you finally get tired of having nails that long? Is that why you had them cut?" "I think they were gorgeous!" girl number one stated. "I wish mine were that long. I'd never get them cut." "No. I think you'd get tired of them pretty quick," her friend replied. She looked back at Chad. "Isn't that why you had them cut? You got tired of them?" Chad still wanted to scream. That wasn't exactly the case, yet it would have been if the choice had been his. "Yes," he replied. "See! I told you they'd be a pain!" girl number two told girl number one. "I'm still thinking about doing it," girl number one replied. "Just to try it." Chad tried to ignore their discussion and looked back at the saleswoman. She told him the total and he handed over the money. "So do you come here every week?" girl number one asked him. Why couldn't they leave him alone? "Of course he does," girl number two replied for him. "If he's using that many diapers, then he has to come every week... at least!" The saleswoman was finally putting the diapers and razors into two big bags. "Then maybe we'll see you next week too," girl number one stated. "Of course we will," her friend laughed. "Not if I can help it!" Chad thought to himself as he grabbed the large bags from the saleswoman as soon as she finished with them. He didn't even turn to look at the two girls as he rushed out toward his car. "See you next week!" one of them called after him. Chad didn't turn around, but he could hear them laughing all the way out the door. "Thanks Mel," Sandy said, slightly breathlessly as they set the large highchair down in her kitchen. "I wasn't looking forward to carrying this big thing all the way here by myself." "No problem, Sandy," Mel replied. "Glad to help." "Want some coffee? It's fresh." Coffee! Mel still had half a cup left at her own apartment... but still. "Sure. Sounds good." "I'm still surprised you were up so early," Sandy said as she pulled cups and saucers out of a cupboard. "I was so afraid I was going to wake you." "Ugh! Like I said, I was already up. I woke up early this morning... much earlier than usual - especially for a Saturday. So you got lucky." Sandy giggled politely. "What got you up? You feeling okay?" "I'm fine... I guess. It's just Chad... or Sissy rather. I've had a lot on my mind about him lately. Lots of things to think about and try to figure out. I guess it all woke me up way too early." "Anything I can help with?" Sandy asked hopefully. Mel shook her head. "Not this time. This time I have to figure it all out myself. I've decided that his behavior has to change. He's not acting the part enough. He's taking way too many liberties and acting way too cocky and sure of himself. I need to take that confidence away from him - completely. I need to cement him into a different role entirely - one that will make it easier for me to win this bet." "What do you have planned?" Mel shook her head. "Not much so far. Just a few basic things." She grinned wickedly. "Did Cassie tell you what I've got planned for him for Monday?" Sandy giggled. "I'm planning on being there! I wouldn't miss it for the world!" "That reminds me. I never formally asked you and Cassie over for dinner tomorrow. I have a friend from my office who will be there too. You two are coming, aren't you?" "Are you kidding? I'm already looking forward to it! Not to mention getting more of Sissy's good cooking. I'm pretty sure Cassie feels the same." "Good, because I'm going to need your help tomorrow night. By the way, where is Cassie today?" "Filling in at work. She'll be back later this afternoon." "Oh. Did she tell you that I've decided that you have full control over him? Anything you tell him to do, he'd better do... and gladly. Anything!" Sandy giggled. "Yeah, she told me. Not that he's given me any trouble before. And I don't expect him to give me any trouble in the future." She giggled again and glanced at the highchair. "I don't think he'll be giving me any trouble at all today." Mel smiled. She didn't know what Sandy had planned, but knowing her, it would probably be interesting. Chad pulled into his parking place and glanced at the small bag on the passenger seat of his car. He had decided to go ahead and stop at his favorite fast food restaurant and get something to eat after all. It was the weekend and lately the weekends meant all too many chances for him to be served nothing but baby food. So now, just smelling the breakfast he had bought was making his stomach growl. He grabbed the bag, then wrestled the other bags from the drug store out of his back seat and headed up the stairs to his apartment. Once inside, he simply dropped the big bags on the floor and headed straight to his kitchen. He was already munching on some potato tots as he opened his refrigerator door and grabbed a baby bottle full of Mel's tea to drink with it. His tea supply was again growing smaller. Why couldn't it just disappear altogether? With a small sigh, he closed his refrigerator door, put his bottle to his mouth and began sucking on it. He ate his breakfast while he busied himself around his apartment, putting things away and generally straightening up a bit. Not that there was much to do, having no furniture helped to take a lot of that load off of him. As he worked, every time he felt the need to pee, he tried to hold it back as best as he could, but with all the fluid still in his system, it wasn't easy, especially since Mel had increased his required number of bottles today. He checked his clock. It was getting close to the time for Sandy to show up. Why was she coming here? He looked at himself in the mirror again. Should he change? Mel had said not to, but was what he was wearing good enough for whatever Sandy had in mind for today? But then, he had no idea what else he should wear anyway. He realized his diapers were getting fairly wet too. He hadn't even thought about changing them. Why didn't he think of it earlier? Probably because he was too used to wearing them wet all the time now. He enjoyed them being wet too - mostly. Did he have enough time to change them? He glanced again at the clock. Unfortunately, no. Besides, Mel's note had said not to change for Sandy... but did that mean his diapers or just his clothes? He decided he would just have to stay in the ones he had on. A knock came at his door a full five minutes early. He wasn't the least bit surprised to see Sandy's smiling face when he opened his door. "Hi," Sandy said. "I know I'm a few minutes early, but I just wanted to check to see if you might be ready yet." Chad didn't know what her rush was, but he just shrugged and replied, "I guess I'm ready. Mel said not to change or anything. Besides, I don't know what to get ready for." Sandy giggled and pushed her way past him into his apartment. "More practice being a baby, of course." Ugh! "That's what I thought," he replied more to himself. "I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be then." Sandy giggled again and shook her head. "Not quite, you can't wear an outfit like that. You don't look anything at all like a baby! Let's see what else you have in your closet." She led the way to his bedroom and opened his closet door. "Nope, nope, nope, nope," she said as she quickly scanned the contents. "Nothing suitable here." Chad could have told her that before she even checked. She turned back to look at him. "If you're going to be a baby, then you really need more baby clothes." Going to be a baby? He had mixed feelings about that. On one hand, the concept of being forced to act like a baby excited him greatly. But on the other hand... well.... "I'll talk to Mel about it later," Sandy said as she closed his closet door. Her eyes fell on his cardboard dresser. "How about one of your onesies? Where are they?" Chad did some quick thinking. "Uh... one of them has been in the dirty clothes for a few days now, and the other one... well... I'm afraid I soaked it last night when my diapers overflowed." "Huh? Overflowed? You're kidding? With all the diapers Mel says she puts on you for bed?" "Yeah, well... I had way too many bottles last night. I'm still peeing my brains out! Especially since Mel had me drink another extra bottle this morning too!" Sandy giggled again. "Nonsense! No such thing as too many bottles... at least not for you!" She looked at him as if she were pondering something. "So if your onesies are both useless, then what else do you have?" Chad shrugged. "I guess my baby-doll nightie would probably be okay." "Perfect! Go get it." Chad pulled the nightie out of his dresser and held it up. "What do you want me to do with it?" "Duh! Put it on of course. Is your brain totally regressing now too?" She giggled. "Of course, that's exactly what we want." Chad rolled his eyes as he started to get undressed. While he did so, Sandy watched him closely and with more than a hint of amusement. As he was removing his girdle, Sandy noticed that his breast forms were no longer glued onto him. "What happened to your breast forms? Did they finally fall off?" "No, Mel took them off last night to give my skin a rest. She says she's going to glue them back on again today." "Oh, well, that's probably good. Besides, without them, you'll look more like a real baby today." Like a real baby? She had to be kidding! As soon as he was down to just his diapers and plastic panties, she stepped in to help. "Here, let me put that on you," she said as she picked up the nighty top. Chad raised his arms over his head and let her pull it down into place. "There! Now you're starting to look a little better," she declared. "Much more like your real self." "My real self?" "A baby, of course!" Chad had to keep himself from groaning. Sandy's fixation with turning him into a baby was getting worse! He expected Sandy to grab the matching bottoms to his nightie next, the bottoms that he really never wore, but she surprised him by suddenly grabbing his plastic panties and pulling them down. "Hmmm," she exclaimed, "it looks like you're pretty wet. Are you messy too?" "Not yet." "Good!" she replied, sounding relieved. "Then let's change those wet diapers before we go any further. Where are they?" Chad led the way into his bathroom where he pulled two disposable diapers out of the package. He spread one of them out and grabbed a pair of scissors to cut slits in one of them like he usually did, but Sandy quickly slapped his hand and grabbed the scissors from him. "Ah! Ah! Babies have no business playing with scissors," she admonished. Then she cut several slits in the covering of the diaper herself. "Okay, baby, lay down. Let's get you changed." Within moments, Sandy had his wet diapers untapped and pulled off of him. She slipped the new diapers under him, but before she pulled them up through his crotch to cover his front, she grabbed his chastity device and rocked it back and forth a few times while she carefully examined his trapped penis inside. "Hmmm. Looks like Cassie was right." "About what?" Chad asked as Sandy finally pulled the diapers over him and began taping them up. "Never mind. It's nothing," she replied. She almost laughed at her choice of words - nothing... or very nearly nothing. Because his penis was still as small as Cassie had said it was. Almost nothing! Before they left his apartment, Sandy grabbed his diaper bag and made sure it held plenty of diapers. She also grabbed one of his empty baby bottles and stuck that in the bag too. There was only one thing left that she needed. She found one of his pacifiers on his nightstand and stuck it in his mouth. Chad immediately felt more babyish than ever, especially while Sandy was standing back to look him over. "Not bad," she declared. "Looking better. We need to change your makeup a bit, but we'll do that later. And you do look more like a baby without the breast forms. Now let's get out of here." With Chad dressed only in his diapers, plastic panties, the top to his baby-doll nightie, and a pacifier, Sandy led the way to his door. Chad was nervous about going outside dressed like he was, even to go just the short distance to Sandy's apartment. Sandy paused before opening his door. She turned to look at him. "Don't forget your rules!" she cautioned. "As soon as we get to my apartment, no walking... and no talking! At least not in any language that anyone can understand. Got it?" "Got it," Chad replied through the pacifier in his mouth. Sandy looked disappointed. "Can't you curtsey pretty for me when you answer? Cassie says you curtsey for her." Chad mentally groaned. This was becoming bothersome. He dropped a quick curtsey and said contritely. "Sorry." At least once he got to Sandy's place, he would no longer have to worry about curtseying or even answering her... at least not in English anyway. Sandy giggled and smiled at him. "I just love seeing you do that!" Her expression turned more serious. "And you better watch yourself and do exactly what I say! Mel made it very clear to me that I'm completely in charge of you. You've got no say at all about anything I want you to do! And you know that I won't hesitate to punish you if you deserve it! And I have no doubt that Mel will punish you further too! So watch yourself!" Chad was not only surprised by Sandy's sudden attitude, he was surprised by what she said. She was totally in charge? Well, Mel had told him something like that in the past, just not in such exact terms. But... no problem. Just to be on the safe side, he dropped another curtsey. "I understand," he replied. Sandy giggled yet again as her mood changed back the other way. Then she turned and led the way out his door, leading him outside where he was all too visible to whoever might look in their direction. It wasn't until Sandy had closed the door behind them that Chad realized he had left his purse with his door keys inside. As Sandy checked to make sure the door was locked, Chad's fear and humiliation rose considerably. He was now stuck outside, visible to anyone who happened to look up in his direction, and he had no way to get back to his own apartment. As he followed Sandy toward her apartment, he noticed some people across the parking lot walking to their cars. Unfortunately, Sandy noticed them too. "Hi!" she yelled as she waved excitedly. Chad wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere. He had literally no place to hide. He was on full display to everyone. The people waved back and then started pointing. Chad knew exactly what, or rather who, they were pointing at. He tried to stand behind Sandy so they couldn't see him as well. "Oh no you don't, silly baby," Sandy said as she pulled him back out toward the edge where he could be seen better. "Curtsey to the nice people down there!" Chad couldn't believe it. She couldn't mean it! "Now!" Sandy ordered in no uncertain terms. "Please," Chad mumbled softly. "I said now!" Sandy repeated angrily. He had no choice. The people below were watching him intently. Knowing that his face was turning as red as a beet, he grabbed the short hem of his baby-doll nightie and curtseyed to the people down below. The looks of shock and amusement were very evident on the faces down below, as was the loud burst of laughter from one of the women in the group. "See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" Sandy said as she turned and continued on toward her apartment. "I don't know why you even thought about putting up a fuss. And you know what, when you curtsey like that in that top, it really shows off your diapers underneath so nicely. You should really consider doing it more often." Shame and embarrassment filled every cranny of Chad's feelings as he followed her closely to her apartment door. She paused one more time before she put her key into her lock to look around. Not seeing any more people, she shrugged and opened the door. Chad wanted to bolt in quickly, but she was ahead of him and took her sweet time going through the doorway and blocking it with her body while she removed the key... trapping him outside. Then she turned in the doorway to face him, a stern look occupying her face. "Now remember your rules!" Chad only wanted to get inside. He didn't care about anything else. She took a step back and he finally stepped over the threshold, waiting for her to move further into her apartment so he could get further in. But she wasn't moving. Mentally groaning once again, he dropped to the floor. His time as a complete baby - in training - had begun again. Chad crawled behind her into the kitchen where he was surprised to see his highchair already there. He wasn't really thrilled to see it because he had no doubt that Sandy would not only put him in it, but she would trap his arms under the tray where they would be totally useless. Not very good baby training as far as he was concerned. Sandy removed the tray from the chair. "Okay, baby, climb up." Chad did just that, although he did do it slowly to delay the inevitable. Sandy immediately pulled the safety strap around him and buckled it behind the chair where he couldn't get at it. She picked up the tray. "Arms in your lap, baby." Chad reluctantly put his arms down while she put the tray in place and pushed it all too firmly up against him. It took very little trying to see that his arms were totally useless once again. A minute later, Sandy had set her laptop computer down on the tray and Chad watched while it booted up. While he waited, he hoped that she had found some new things for him to look at. He was tired of the same old video clips she had shown him over and over again. But unfortunately, as soon as her computer was ready, she clicked on the very first video in the list. The one he had seen the most. The short video played through and ended. Chad sat there. "Well? I'm waiting," Sandy said, trying to prompt him to duplicate the sound. Chad had done the sound a hundred times already. He repeated the baby's strange word of exclamation, knowing that he had done it fairly well. But Sandy surprised him. "No! That's not right!" Huh? "While you've got the basic sound down now, you don't sound anything at all like a baby. Your voice is too low... too deep. Raise the pitch, make it tinier." This was new! Make it tinier? Trapped as he was by the chair, Chad certainly wasn't going anywhere, so there was no getting out of Sandy's weird demands. Carefully, he tried to raise the pitch of his voice to make it sound higher. The baby sound came out even weirder than before. "Still not right! Here, listen to it one more time." Again, Sandy played the video, and again Chad tried to duplicate it with a higher pitched voice. "Keep trying," Sandy ordered as she left him and walked over to the kitchen counter. "Make your voice tinier." Over and over again Chad tried to duplicate the sound, trying to make his voice smaller and smaller. Sandy continually tried to give him encouragements or criticisms while she worked in the kitchen. "Better!" She'd say. "You're getting there. Keep trying. More like a baby!" Chad's voice was becoming horse. His throat was beginning to hurt. Finally, Sandy came back to his highchair - carrying a baby bottle. The white color of the bottle's contents warned Chad immediately that it was probably filled with baby formula. "Does the baby need a drink?" Sandy asked. Chad knew that he wasn't supposed to answer any of her questions in any intelligible way, yet he wasn't allowed to not answer them either. "Gaba baga," he said, his eyes fully on the bottle in her hands. He wanted it, formula or not. His throat was parched and hurting. "Ah! Ah! Baby sounds! Make it sound more like a baby!" Chad repeated his nonsense sounds, trying desperately to make the pitch higher and tinier. "Gaba ba ba." "Better!" Sandy replied as she held the bottle to his lips so he could drink. Chad sucked on the bottle gratefully. Even though he hated the baby formula, it still felt wet and wonderful against his throat. And at least it was a change from Mel's stupid tea. Sandy continued to hold the bottle in place for him, and he drank greedily, until she finally pulled it away. She played a different video clip for him. Once again, as soon as it was finished, Chad tried to duplicate it, only now in the tinier, more baby-like voice. Over and over again Sandy had him repeat the sound, trying over and over again to sound more and more like a real baby. She frequently gave him breaks by holding the bottle to his lips. Each time, he drank as much as he could to ease his aching throat. The relentless coaching to sound more like a baby, plus being confined as he was in the chair, plus the babyish way he was dressed, plus Sandy feeding him the bottle over and over again, started taking its toll on him - mentally wearing him down... even though he didn't realize it himself. Over time, the baby sounds became a bit easier to make, the bottle felt great in his mouth, and when he suddenly had to pee while he was drinking during one of Sandy's many breaks, he didn't even think about holding it back. His situation had made it easy to for him to slip into kind of a baby mindset - where everything he was doing was perfectly normal. All morning long she kept at it, finally having him just sit in the chair and baby talk for a long time while she continued to work in the kitchen, trying to bake a cake. Chad kept up his endless, mindless, nonsense chatter the whole time. Gradually, the tiny voice he was using started to become a bit better as he relaxed into it so it wouldn't be so tiring to use. The constant talking and being treated completely like a baby kept him in an almost trancelike state so that every time he had to pee, he never even considered holding it back. And with Sandy stopping him frequently to feed him more baby formula, his system had plenty let out. His mindless state was finally interrupted by someone knocking on the door. The sound jerked Chad back to reality. "Keep talking," Sandy ordered as she made her way to answer the door. Chad went back to his mindless chatter, but he was now very worried that Sandy might invite in whoever was at the door. Trapped in the highchair like he was, there was no way he could escape and whoever it was would certainly see him. He kept talking as he heard the door open, but he was now speaking very quietly so he could try to hear who it was and also so he wouldn't attract so much attention by the sound. "I don't hear you talking!" Sandy's voice admonished from the doorway. Chad was forced to go back to babbling louder again. Now more embarrassed than ever, because whoever was at the door could surely hear him. Sandy came back a minute later, and he was relieved to see that it was Mel that was following her. He stopped his babbling. But then he noticed that Mel was carrying a bag from his favorite fast food restaurant. Oh no! Not again! He just knew that they were going to sit and eat something good right in front of him, while the best he could count on was more baby food. Fortunately, all the formula Sandy had fed him was preventing him from feeling hungry just then. "I don't hear you talking," Sandy admonished as Mel was setting the bag on the table. Chad silently groaned but he immediately went back to his baby babbling - just not as loud as he had before. Mel stared at him, listening raptly. The longer she listened, the more she smiled. "I love what you've done with his voice," she said to Sandy who was pulling drinks out of her refrigerator. "It's getting better," Sandy replied over top of Chad's incessant babbling. "Sounds pretty good to me. A bit cartoonish, but really not bad at all." Sandy set the drinks on the table. "Yeah, you should have heard it when we first started. He's come a long way this morning." "I can see that." There was something about watching Chad make such a total fool of himself that was starting to get to Mel. She loved seeing it. It wasn't really that she was cruel, it was more just another part of the total domination thing she had going with him. He was doing all this, because ultimately she wasn't giving him any choice in the matter. She suddenly sniffed the air. "Hey, something smells good!" Sandy blushed. "Oh, I've been trying to bake a cake while he was practicing. I'm afraid I didn't do very well." "Didn't do very well? I'll bet you did fine! Let me see it." Sandy got up from the table. As she did so, she glanced at Chad. "You're not practicing!" Chad had stopped without realizing it while they were talking. He immediately went back to sounding stupid again. Sandy brought over her creation that Chad hadn't been able to see before. Chad almost laughed despite his crazy babbling. The cake was lopsided and looked just plain awful! As far as he could see, it looked like a chocolate cake with chocolate icing on top. "It's my first effort," Sandy explained as she set it on the table. "I've never tried to do this before." "Hey, it looks pretty good to me. I doubt I could do half as well." "You think it looks okay?" "Sure does. Can we try some?" "Now?" "Why not?" Sandy giggled as she made a mad dash for some plates and forks. A few minutes later, Chad was staring at the two of them, thoroughly enjoying Sandy's first chocolate cake effort, while he had nothing. He had stopped babbling when they started eating. All he could do was to stare at them and the cake. Despite the fact that the cake was lopsided and not decorated very well, it did smell good. And these two cruel women were eating it right in front of him! He really wanted some. His mouth was watering for some. Sandy saw him staring. "Aw. What's the matter, baby. Do you want some cake? If you weren't such a baby, you could have some. But I'm afraid that something like this isn't good for babies like you. But don't worry, I have more formula and some yummy baby food for you - just as soon as we've finished eating." Mel let out a giggle. Oh yeah, this was fun! And she was starting to think about later tonight when she could have some more fun with him. Fun of a different kind! When the cake was done, they finally pulled out the hamburgers that Mel had brought with her. Again, Chad was forced to sit and watch while they ate. Fortunately, neither of the women complained about him not talking anymore. Besides, just watching them eat something good while he knew he would soon be forced to eat something that tasted bad, kept him quiet. Women could be so cruel sometimes! "Did you manage to get any bottles into him while you were working this morning?" Mel asked while they ate. "Only three or four," Sandy replied. Mel smiled. It was far better than she had hoped. And Chad didn't know it yet, but he would probably be grateful later. As soon as the two finished eating, Sandy refilled Chad's baby bottle with yet more of her baby formula and handed it to Mel. "You want to do the honors while I get his lunch ready?" "I'll be glad to," Mel replied with a broad smile. She brought the bottle over to Chad and stood behind him while she stuck the thing in his mouth. Chad began sucking on it again, but reluctantly. Why couldn't he get anything better to eat? Like what they had! He could still practically taste that chocolate cake! As he drank, Mel leaned down close to his ear. "Are you enjoying being such a baby?" When Chad didn't answer, she leaned closer. "Answer me!" Did she expect him to answer her in any way she could understand? He wasn't supposed to do that! Or was she trying to get him to mess up so she could punish him? He did his best to turn his head to look at her quizzically while she kept the bottle in his mouth. Mel saw his questioning look. "In baby talk!" she whispered. Oh! Of course! Chad let out a string of practiced baby language in his new voice. What nonsense! Mel nearly laughed. "Well, I hope that meant you enjoyed it, because I'm certainly enjoying it." She paused to get close to his ear again. "It suits you!" Chad didn't know what to say to that. He just sucked on his bottle and stayed silent. It suited him? He simply had no answer for that. Sandy brought over a bowl of baby food for him part way though his bottle. Mel took a break and watched as Sandy played her baby games with him while she shoved the food relentlessly into his mouth. "You're enjoying this way too much," Mel noted at one point. "Of course I am," Sandy replied as she shoved yet another spoonful of the mush into Chad's mouth. "I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't." She giggled. "And the more he acts like a complete baby, the more I love it!" "I certainly agree with you there," Mel replied. "He's definitely... entertaining!" Sandy and Mel both giggled at that. Chad felt nothing but further humiliation at the words of the two women. And worse, he knew they were completely right! As soon as Sandy was finished feeding him his lunch, Mel brought the bottle back so he could finish it. Chad couldn't understand why she didn't just free him from the highchair and let him hold the bottle on his own. But she kept him firmly a prisoner, right where he was. As soon as the bottle was empty, Mel put a bright smile on her face as if she were talking to a real baby and asked him, "Are you ready to get out of there yet?" Chad was definitely ready to be released! But he was also fairly certain that he still wasn't allowed to speak normally yet. So he answered with more high-pitched baby nonsense. He just tried to make it sound as enthusiastic as possible. Mel smiled at him for a moment more, then her eyes seemed to narrow and her face turned very stern. "Sorry, but you're not getting out of that chair quite yet!" Chad was surprised by Mel's sudden change of attitude and he was totally bewildered as to why she suddenly seemed to be angry. She pulled one of the kitchen chairs over in front of him and turned it around so she could sit on it backwards with her arms leaning over the back of the chair. She stared intently at him, like a lion staring down at its prey. Chad started squirming under her gaze. He realized he was wetting his diapers again, but that only added to his feelings of baby helplessness and humiliation. "You've been bad." Mel finally said. "You've made me angry." Chad was completely surprised yet again. He had been bad? How? He couldn't think of a single thing that he had done even remotely wrong. "You're supposed to be a sissy!" She had practically yelled the last word. "But the truth is... you're not acting like one at all." He wasn't? What was she talking about? What did she think wearing only women's clothes all the time meant? Not to mention diapers too! "In fact," Mel continued, "I've discovered that you're starting to act less and less like the sissy you should be. And... you're starting to take way too many liberties and acting way, way above yourself!" He was? It was all completely news to him? What was she talking about? "Tell me," she continued... "and you'd better answer in baby language, because nothing you say is going to matter anyway. What did you think you were doing when you refused to curtsey to the receptionist at the gym? Not just once, but twice now! Despite the fact that she begged you to do it!" Her anger was clearly building. "And those two customers at the gym the other day... why didn't you curtsey for them? They asked you to do it... nicely! They waited for you to do it. But you outright refused! Rudely! Why?" She was no longer in her chair, but was now pacing back and forth in front of him. Chad was definitely afraid now. He squirmed in his seat trying to get loose, but it was a totally useless gesture. "Do you think you're better than they are?" Mel continued. "Do you think you're better than any of them? Above them somehow?" She stopped her pacing to look directly at him. If Chad had been a plant, he would have withered away completely under her stare. "Well let me tell you something... Sissy! You're not better than they are! In fact, you're below them completely. Not only that, but you're below everybody! And I mean... everybody! A two year old baby has more rights than you do right now! In fact... if a child tells you to do something... or even hints that you should do something... then you better well do it! You're a baby! A sissy! You're nothing!" Chad had never seen Mel so worked up. Just because he didn't curtsey to some women at the gym? It didn't make sense. But then women in general didn't always make sense. The only thing he really knew for sure was that Mel was angry with him, and she now had him scared shitless! Mel hardly paused for a breath. "But I don't mean just children... I mean everybody! You take orders from everybody! If anyone asks you to do something... then you have to do it! Because if you don't... then I just might beat you out of existence!" Mel backed away for a moment and Chad took a second to catch his breath. He tried once again to free his arms from the confines of the highchair, but as usual he didn't get anywhere. He was stuck there, completely at Mel's mercy. He chanced a quick glance past Mel at Sandy. She was leaning up against the kitchen counter with her arms folded across her chest, obviously completely in agreement with Mel. No help there... as if he could even consider it. Mel came back to him and got right in his face. Stuck in the highchair as he was, there was no way to back away from her. Her voice was totally threatening. "From now on, if anybody asks you to do something... or even makes a suggestion to you... you will take it as if it were an order from me... and do it! Got that? Sissy? Got it? Anyone! You do it!" Chad just stared up at her in fear. "Answer me!" she yelled. Chad started to nod and say, "yes," but she lashed out quicker. "In baby talk!" Chad quickly got out some of the baby sounds he had learned, but Mel's face turned even angrier. "In your new baby voice!" she demanded. Gulp! What was with her? She was so angry that Chad immediately complied and forced even more baby sounds out of his mouth, this time in the new high-pitched voice. Fortunately, Mel seemed more satisfied because she backed away again. Chad would have given anything to be able to suck his thumb just then... or his pacifier, which would have been even better. Mel sat back down on the chair in front of him and leaned her arms over the back of it again. "And it's not just curtseying for the women at the gym... we'll get back to them later... it's a lot of other things too. You refused to take your bottle at lunchtime yesterday, even though Cassie offered to fill it with water for you. You know you're supposed to drink at least one bottle at lunch every day! You know it! But you refused! Well, there'll be some changes there too." Cassie had told her about that? He couldn't believe it. It was something so minor. And changes? What did she mean? She leaned close into his face again. "I have to seriously wonder what other liberties you're taking that you shouldn't. I'll bet there are a lot. Maybe little things that you don't even realize. Things that you take too much for granted!" She was shouting again. "Well, we're going to put an end to those things too!" Chad really had no idea what she was talking about. And he was more than certain he didn't really want to find out! Mel leaned back and stared at him for a moment. "And now that I think about it... I'm not satisfied with the way you treat me either. Not enough respect! Not even close to the respect I deserve! You've become way too complacent there too. Well, that will stop too! Your whole life is about to change! We're going to turn it upside down! Completely!" She was standing again. She backed away from him a few steps, then paused. "You think you're a sissy? You think you know how a sissy should act? Behave? You think you know what it means? Well let me tell you, you may have thought you knew, but you're going to find out just how wrong you were! I've got a new definition of the word sissy for you, and it's a lot different than what you think it is. What you consider to be a sissy is nothing compared to what I have in mind. You're about to start a whole new life here... like it or not! A new life... dedicated to showing the whole world just how much of a sissy you can possibly be. The whole world! We're going to teach everybody what the true meaning of the word sissy is! Because you're going to be that sissy! You're going to be that sissy if it kills you! So get ready for it... because it's coming! And it's coming now! So welcome... to the rest of your life!" Chad was cringing in his seat. Mel's tirade was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He had no idea what she was thinking or planning, but he had no doubt that it couldn't be good. Mel was calming down again, collecting her thoughts. She sat back on the chair again, leaning over the back of it. Her voice dropped almost to a whisper. "And there's one other thing that's bothering me too. You're the one who originally wanted to be incontinent in the first place. That was your idea. That's what this whole bet was founded on. But are you working at it? Are you trying in the least way to make it happen? You're the one who wanted it, but I'll bet that other than having to wear your diapers all the time, you're not putting much effort into it at all. Are you?" Mel had to be very careful about what she was saying here and how she was saying it. She had to make very sure that he couldn't even guess that he had ever been hypnotized. But it was ground that she still had to cover. Chad's whole face changed to show his surprise at her accusation. How could she know? Or was she just guessing? There was no way she could know that he was purposely trying to hold back more and more every day. She was bluffing this time and he knew it! Mel watched the changes registering on his face, one after another. She had hit a tender spot and she knew it. But as she had seen so many times before on the witness stand, the perpetrator still thought that he could deceive her. But she knew better. Let him believe he could keep fooling her for now. In the end, she would have the last laugh! She leaned closer still to him and dropped her voice even more. "Well let me tell you, there's going to be some changes there too. From now on, you're going to have to earn your privileges. If you want certain things, then you're going to have to find ways to show me some progress. And believe me, I'm planning on making very sure that those things that you're going to want, will be things that you really, really want. So think about it!" Show her progress? How? Chad had no idea exactly what she was talking about. And what things could he really, really want? She was being awfully cryptic! "Furthermore!" Mel continued. "I'm instituting a system of demerits. Anything you do wrong at all will earn you at least one demerit! And each and every demerit will cost you a minimum of ten swats from my stick! And I plan on being very liberal with handing out the demerits to you. Very!" Ugh! Demerits? And each one would get him ten swats? He certainly wasn't looking forward to that! He just hoped he could avoid getting any at all, if possible. He had always tried his hardest to do everything right. What more could he do? Mel sat up straighter in her chair and stared at him. The look of anger wasn't nearly as evident on her face. Chad was very grateful that she seemed to be calming down now. "Today, we're going to be starting your training all over again. You're going to have to do things better. You're going to have to do things differently. So pay attention! Because I'll probably tell you to do something one way, then change it! So you'd better keep up. I have no doubt that you probably won't like a lot of the things I want you to do from now on... but tough! I don't care! This is not about what you want... it's about what I want. Remember, you don't matter! Nothing you want matters. The only thing that matters is what I want!" Her voice got very quiet again. "Don't you dare forget that!" Chad was a bit confused. He had always tried to put Mel's needs first - since this whole thing had started. As far as he could see, he was doing very well with it. Mel got to her feet and moved the chair back under the table where it belonged. "Now, I'm going to release you in a minute. And for starters, I've decided that I rather like what Sandy's been teaching you. So for the rest of the day... in fact, till I tell you differently, the only sounds I want to hear coming out of your mouth will be baby talk. Baby talk... and nothing else! Got that?" When Chad didn't answer right away she yelled again, "Answer me!" Chad's body jumped as much as it was able while strapped to the highchair. He couldn't speak normally to her so he again let out a small string of unintelligible high-pitched baby language. Fortunately, Mel smiled. "I think that's the most sense you've ever made with anything that's come out of your mouth." Sandy laughed in the background. Mel finally removed the tray from the highchair and unbuckled the safety strap holding him to the chair. "You can get down now, baby." Chad gratefully slid down off of the highchair. He paused on his feet for just a moment, but Mel's withering stare reminded him to drop to the floor immediately. Mel was still staring at him. "The floor is a much more fitting place for you," she said. "Where people can step on you easier. It should remind you that you're only fit for others to walk on." Mel's words sent shivers of fear and shame through Chad once again. What had gotten into her? He prayed that once they left Sandy's apartment she would finally return to normal. Would they be leaving soon? He could only hope so. She was scaring him! "Damn!" Sandy exclaimed. "I wouldn't want to face you in court!" "No you wouldn't!" Mel agreed. "I'm even better there. In the court system I have a lot more practice." "No doubt," Sandy replied, not knowing any other way to answer. She knew without a doubt though, that if she needed a lawyer for anything, Mel would probably be at the top of her list. "I guess we better see how wet he is now," Mel mumbled as she stared back down at Chad, who was now sitting up watching them with his thumb in his mouth. "More and more like a baby all the time." She knelt down next to him. "Lay back, Sissy. Let's check those diapers." Chad laid back on the kitchen floor and Mel pulled his plastic panties down to his knees. Even without feeling anything, it was obvious that his diapers were completely soaked. "Nice and wet," she said. "Good baby!" "You want the diaper bag?" Sandy asked. "Yeah, we might as well change him right now." Sandy went to get the pink diaper bag while Mel completely removed his plastic panties and began unfastening his diaper, right where he was. When Sandy came back, she set the bag on the counter and asked, "How many?" "Just one." "One?" "That's all. Oh, and hand me the jar of suppositories too." Chad was very surprised that she was only going to put one diaper on him. That was a first. He wasn't ever allowed to wear less than two. Besides, two diapers kept him from leaking much better. He wasn't the least bit surprised to hear her ask for the suppositories though. He just wished instead that she could have forgotten about them. Mel pulled the wet diapers out from under him and slid the fresh one back under him. Then she opened the jar of suppositories where he couldn't see it. She glanced up at Sandy and winked so that Chad couldn't see her doing it. She only pretended to pull one of the suppositories out of the jar. Her plan called for him to get none at lunchtime today. And so far, that plan was working so she was sticking to it. "Raise your bottom," she said to him. Chad did so, even though he didn't want the damn suppository stuck up his backside again. There was just no fighting the stupid things. He felt Mel's finger invading him rudely, shoving the little pill up as far as she could, then her finger was gone again. He missed Cassie's "special" attentions. Cassie made his lunchtime changes a lot more pleasurable. Mel immediately began pulling the one diaper up and over him and then taped it in place. "Okay. That's it." "No plastic panties?" Sandy asked. Mel grinned. "Not today." Chad was trying to get used to the feel of just one diaper. It felt very strange, less secure - even while he was just lying there on his back. And now no plastic panties either? Mel leaned over him so that she could get right in his face once again. "We're going to try something new here," she said in that all too threatening voice of hers. "You've got just one diaper on. And now you've got only two hours to make it leak! Got that? Two hours... and I better see pee running down your legs! I don't care what you have to do to make it happen, but you better make it happen. Oh... and one other thing... I'm going to be checking that diaper continually to see how much progress you're making. So every time I do, then it had better be obviously wetter and wetter! Understand? I said do you understand?" Chad was still trying to fully absorb this new game she seemed to be playing. But with Mel right in his face and suddenly yelling at him again, he slipped and nodded as he pulled his thumb part way out of his mouth and said, "Yes." Faster than he could ever react, she lashed out and slapped his face... hard! "Baby talk! Didn't I tell you I don't want to hear anything out of you except baby talk? You've just earned yourself your first two demerits for that!" Chad was totally surprised. He couldn't believe it. His face stung where she had hit him... and two demerits? He realized that she was serious! As the situation sank fully into him, the tears started welling up in his eyes. The sobs began escaping from