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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 30 (Sunday - week 5) "No! No! No!" he screamed. "I can't drink anymore! Please... no more!" But the unseen oppressive force only held out the baby bottle in one hand for him to take, while raising the stick of pain in its other hand. Chad cringed back in fear. He couldn't take any more punishment. He had had enough - way too much. Reduced to a pathetic wretch, he hesitantly took the bottle, curled up into a miserable ball, stuck the bottle to his lips once again, and began sucking on it. The oppressive power of his dream hovered over him, eternally watching him, eternally threatening him, never letting him stop. Pee! Pee! Pee! His dreams held no elation, only oppression and misery. And most of all - self-pity. He was no longer a man, only a creature of despicable loathing. A sissy! Pee! Pee! Pee! In his dream, he sucked furiously on the bottle, trying desperately to get something out of it. But no matter how hard he sucked, he could get nothing. The bottle was full, why wouldn't anything come out? He tried again, harder. But still no success. What was stopping it? What was wrong? The black shadow of the barely seen oppressive force hovered over him again, demanding that he drink! He was trying... desperately! Suck! Suck! Suck! But something had the bottle completely stopped up. He looked up and saw the oppressor raising its stick of pain. Higher and higher! It paused at the top, then all too swiftly the stick descended at him! He awoke in complete fear. Totally disoriented. Totally confused. He was sucking his thumb furiously - hard enough to make it sore. He pulled it out of his mouth and shook it then flexed it a few times. His consciousness replayed the fading image of some dark, hovering force, swinging something down at him. His fear flared momentarily, then died completely as he realized it was only a dream... only a dream... only a dream. Fortunately. He turned his head and spotted one of the baby bottles he hadn't finished last night. One of them was half empty. He picked it up and began sucking on it again to calm his fears. The tea in the bottle wet his mouth refreshingly. He swallowed it and the liquid felt good against his throat. He imagined he could feel it flowing all the way down, down his throat, down into his stomach, down into his intestines, and out again through his... He woke up a bit more. He wasn't imagining that last part. He was peeing. Letting the warm wet pee out into his warm soaked diapers. His diapers felt very soaked, and bulky... ugh, and messy too! As usual. He was about to roll over and go back to sleep again, but his pink alarm clock suddenly began blaring the most awful loud music into his room. With a groan, he rolled off of his blow-up mattress, climbed to his feet and turned it off. He took a deep breath to steady himself. It was Sunday. Another day. Another day for Mel to make his life even more miserable than it already was. His diapers felt heavy as he waddled out to the kitchen to see if she had left him a note. She had. More instructions for his destruction. More instructions of humiliation. Yet he read the note eagerly, because deep down, he still craved the humiliation... and her attention. But the note she left looked different. She had scribbled another note, right at the top: Before you do anything else, finish the bottles I gave you last night! I'll be counting them! "Yeah, yeah, yeah," he mumbled under his breath. He couldn't help it that he was too sick to drink them all quickly last night. He had been trying to drink them all. He supposed he must have fallen asleep in the middle of the process. Trust Mel to not give him an inch! He read the rest of the note. Sissy, One bottle before you get cleaned up. Shave and shower. Put one diaper on. No plastic panties. The minute you get that diaper on, call me! Chad was a little surprised at the note. Other than the bottles he hadn't finished from last night, it only specified one other bottle for this morning. But that alone really equaled what he normally drank. The part he wasn't happy about though was where she told him to wear only one diaper today. It sounded all too much like she wasn't finished with her miserable diaper game that she had invented. Ugh! He wasn't looking forward to that at all. He read the note again, then thought about the bottles. Was there some way he could get out of drinking any at all? Unfortunately, he couldn't see even a glimmer of hope. He pulled a bottle out of his refrigerator, the very last bottle in there, and carried it back to his lonely chair. He set it on the floor and went to his bedroom to retrieve the other bottles. The half-full bottle was already in his mouth as he came back to sit down. As he drank, he got an idea. How would Mel know if he cheated a little bit? He could get cleaned up and changed before he drank the rest of the bottles. That way, if he peed a few times before he called her, he would have an easier time flooding the diaper later. It would save him some punishment for sure! Liking the idea, he finished the bottle he was drinking and went in to get cleaned up. Mel poured her first cup of coffee for the day and took a sip. She breathed in deeply, trying to gain as much pleasure from it as she could. But her effort only yielded minimal success. She was tired. She felt mildly depressed. And to make matters worse, the beginnings of a headache threatened from the fringes. In desperation, she took a bigger sip as she headed into the living room where she curled up in one of her soft cushy chairs. She had been surprised last night when she went back to set his alarm clock and to leave him a note. She had only left him three bottles to finish before he went to sleep, yet only one of them was empty. The second one had still been half full when she saw it lying on the floor as if he had dropped it. The third bottle had been untouched. He had been sleeping soundly, his thumb stuck firmly in his mouth. She had considered removing it and replacing it with one of the bottles again or his pacifier, but she had decided to leave him alone. Let him sleep. He probably needed it. His life had become hard enough. It was only a minor mercy. Very minor. He would probably not even realize it, but she did feel for him. She just couldn't let him see that, and she couldn't let it get in the way of her goals. She had punished him a lot yesterday. She hated doing it, but it was necessary. Completely necessary. As much as she tried to argue with herself about possibly going easier on him, she knew without a doubt that she couldn't. Not at all! If she wasn't consistent, then he would never learn. And he would never change in the ways that she needed him to change. And most importantly, she would never win the bet. It was necessary. Completely! And she would keep doing it... because she had to! But still, a part of her hated hurting him so much. She tried reminding herself yet again that he was the deceiver - the one who had tried to fool her completely. And he almost had. She tried to tell herself that all the punishment was just retribution... and it was! Yet the misgivings still lingered. His actions couldn't go unpunished. She had to do whatever was necessary to change him... teach him... mold him into exactly what she wanted him to be. What she needed him to be. Otherwise, she might lose him, and that was a prospect she wasn't ready to let herself think about yet. So she would do anything... Anything! To change him. No matter what! As she finished her coffee, a new sense of purpose filled her ambitions. Today was going to be another tough one on him - for sure. She had told him... she had warned him... that his life was going to change - completely. Today would cement more of those changes. And to do it, she had to be tough! She had to be ruthless. She couldn't show an ounce of mercy no matter how pitifully he begged. He was a sissy. A lower than scum sissy. Hers to do what she wanted with. Hers to mold into whatever warped image she desired. Hers completely - in body, mind, and soul! And she would be tough! She would mold him! And in the end, he would be what she wanted the most... hers! She took another sip of her coffee and glanced at the clock. Why hadn't he called yet? Waiting for him was why she had gotten up so early in the first place. She figured he had plenty of time now to drink a few bottles and get changed. Did she need to go over there and check on him? She hoped not... for his sake, she hoped not. So why hadn't he called yet? Damn him! In angry desperation, she picked up her phone and punched in his number. Chad was halfway through with his final bottle of the morning when he was startled by his cell phone buzzing. He ran to pull it out of his purse. "Hello?" "What are you doing?" Mel's angry voice came over the connection. "Ummm. Drinking a bottle." "Drinking a bottle? Still? Have you changed your diaper yet?" "Uh, yes." He mentally cringed. He probably shouldn't have said yes. "Then why didn't you call me? What's wrong with you? Can't you follow the simplest instructions? You were supposed to phone me the minute you got that diaper on. Now get over here, and get over here now! And bring all your bottles with you, empty or full. Bring them all!" "Yes, Mistress," Chad replied, automatically dropping into a small curtsey even though he was talking to her on the phone. He chided himself as he realized what he had just done. It was silly for him to curtsey then - she couldn't see him. "And Sissy..." "Yes, Mistress?" "Who gave you permission to use anything but baby talk yet?" Chad suddenly found himself listening to a disconnected phone line. Damn! Why had he told her that he had already changed his diaper? That was stupid! Well, there was no hope for it, he would have to face the music when he got there. But that brought up another question. If he had to go to her apartment, then what was he supposed to wear? He was only wearing one thin diaper and that was it. Should he put one of his maid's dresses on? He would have called her to ask, but if she was limiting him to only baby talk again, then how could he ask her? What should he do? And then there was the question of his hair and makeup, he hadn't done either yet. In fact, his hair was still damp from the shower and a total mess. When she said get over there now, did she mean before or after he got ready? Unsure what to do, he finally decided to just try quickly brushing his hair without really fixing it and slipping a maid's dress on without anything else so he could get there sooner. He ran for his bathroom and his hairbrush. Where was he? Mel waited anxiously by her front door for him to knock, but he still hadn't shown up. What was going on? Unable to wait any longer, she grabbed her keys and hurried over to his apartment. Chad had just started brushing his hair when he heard someone knocking on his front door. "Damn!" he exclaimed. She couldn't wait a few minutes? As he hurried to answer the door, he heard her using her key. She was already opening the door by the time he got there. "What are you doing? Didn't I tell you to get over to my apartment immediately? What part of 'right now' didn't you understand?" Chad almost answered in plain English, but fortunately he caught himself just in time. He quickly dropped a curtsey, hoping that would help placate her, then launched into a bunch of baby nonsense in the stupid high-pitched voice she had made him use yesterday - as if that was supposed to explain everything. Mel growled to herself. Baby talk! He couldn't really answer her questions. And she had just told him to use only baby talk. What a pain! "Okay, okay! Let's try to figure this out. I take it there's a good reason why you didn't come to my apartment immediately?" Chad immediately launched into some happy gibberish. "What could possibly be so important? I told you I wanted you there right away!" Instead of answering, Chad headed toward his bedroom, motioning her to follow. He headed straight for his closet and pulled out one of his maid's dresses and held it up in front of him. "You're wondering if you should get dressed? Is that it?" Chad dipped into a bit of a curtsey with the dress still held in front of him and launched a bit more baby jargon. "Damn! When I said now, I meant now! I didn't care about what you were wearing... except for that one diaper!" She grabbed the dress from him and threw it on the floor. Then she reached out and felt the front of his diaper. "And it looks like you've already wet this one more than once! Which is exactly what I was trying to prevent! I wanted to see you in a clean, fresh, dry diaper so I can time you again! And now you've ruined it. Well, we'll just have to fix that. Go change it right now. One, clean, fresh, dry diaper! No plastic panties. Nothing else. Now hurry!" Chad jumped to do as she had said. Why was she so worked up? Damn! She could have explained things a bit better. He practically ripped the diaper he was wearing off of himself. One diaper meant that he didn't have to slit any other diapers to put underneath... which meant it only took moments to rediaper himself. Mel watched him closely as he changed his diaper. Lots of practice enabled him to do it quickly. She was mildly interested to note that he never once seemed to even notice his chastity enclosed penis, almost as if it didn't exist. But then, she knew he was in a hurry to do as she had just commanded, so he really couldn't pay any attention to it. The minute he was ready, he launched into a bit more baby jargon, as if to say he was finished. She quickly looked at the clock. "Okay," she said, "you've got two hours to make that thing leak again. Go ahead and get completely dressed in your uniform. No girdle, no hose again, but otherwise completely dressed. We've got to go grocery shopping later." She looked at him for a moment before she continued. "You know, I was going to give you an extra half-hour to make your diapers leak today, but you blew it by not doing as you were told. So don't even think about feeling sorry for yourself! Now, finish getting ready then come to my apartment. I'll make you some breakfast when you get there." She stood there watching him for a moment as he just stared back at her. "Well aren't you going to curtsey?" she asked angrily. Chad immediately dropped another curtsey for her and mumbled more nonsense. How was he supposed to know she was done talking? "I can see we have a lot of work to do today," she said half under her breath as she turned and left him alone. Chad felt a bit of frustration as he watched her leave. Curtsey for this. Curtsey for that. Nothing but baby nonsense that served no purpose whatsoever. It was stupid, stupid, stupid! But worst of all was the fact that he had really messed up by not doing as he was supposed to do. Okay, she could have explained things a bit better, but still, he had been trying to make life easier on himself by changing and wetting his diaper before he called her. An extra half-hour to make it leak would have been really nice... really helpful! Damn! He had blown it now! And he had no one to blame but himself. With a sigh, he went back to fixing his hair, this time properly. Mel had showered, dressed casually for the day, and was sitting with her third cup of coffee for the morning by the time he knocked on her door. She opened it and waited as he dropped his usual curtsey and launched a bit of his high-pitched baby nonsense. She smiled. She really did love seeing him do that. And the high-pitched baby talk he was limited to only made her tingle in some very interesting places. "Good morning, Sissy," she said as if she hadn't seen him earlier. She stood back and let him in. "I've got your breakfast all ready and warming on the stove." Chad dropped his purse and diaper bag on the floor by the table next to her door and carried the plastic bag full of empty baby bottles into her kitchen. He was out of bottles at home. Should he tell her? He didn't really want to, but after messing up earlier, he figured it might be a good idea. He took one of the empty bottles out of the bag and held it up for her to see. Then he let out a string of baby nonsense. He looked at her hopefully. Was there any chance at all that she understood? Unfortunately, the only thing he could read from her face was exasperation. "First of all," she said, "I expect you to curtsy to me every time you say something. Didn't I tell you that yesterday? Now do it again!" Frustration! Damn she was getting picky! He quickly dropped another curtsey, then held up the bottle again and spoke a bit more nonsense. "That's better! You better get used to it fast because you'll be doing it a lot!" Okay, he had done it right for her. Now how about his question? She was acting like she hadn't heard. He held up the bottle with a questioning look on his face. "Curtsey after I tell you something!" Damn! What did she want, for him to curtsey for every word that came out of her mouth? And his mouth too? He quickly dropped another curtsey. This time though he didn't hold up the bottle or say anything. "Yes, we have a lot of work to do today. A lot! Now put that bottle down and get up into your highchair. I'll dish your cereal out." Chad set the empty bottle back on the counter. He had tried to tell her. If he had no bottles left later at his apartment to drink, then it wasn't his fault. In a way he was kind of happy about that. He headed for his highchair. "Didn't I just tell you to curtsey every time I tell you something?" Mel's voice lashed out. Shit! He had been distracted by being unable to tell her about the bottles. He quickly dropped a curtsey and waited till she turned away before he climbed up into his chair. At least in the chair he didn't have to worry about curtseying over and over again. Not at all in fact. Mel grabbed a bigger bowl than she usually used and dumped an extra large portion of the baby cereal she had been keeping warm on the stove into it. Since he was eating mostly baby food this weekend, she figured the extra large portion would be better for him. She stuck one of his rubber covered baby spoons into the mush and carried it over to the table next to his highchair. The tray to the chair was still leaning up against the side of the chair. She ignored the straps to hold him in place. Sandy might like to use them, but they really weren't necessary. She loved seeing him in his maid's dress. It was part of her fantasy to have him like that. But wearing it while sitting in the highchair seemed somehow very out of place. Totally wrong. Well, there was nothing she could do about that now, and she wasn't about to let him eat anywhere but in the highchair. But her thoughts did remind her of something else. She pulled the skirt of his dress up a bit and reached under it to feel his diapers. Wet, but not too wet yet. She glanced at the clock. "You've only got about an hour left to make that diaper leak. I suggest you get busy." She picked up the tray and put it in place, locking him into the chair with it. She picked up one of his large bibs from the table and tied it around his neck. Then she set the bowl of baby cereal on the tray in front of him. "I suggest you finish it all," she cautioned. Yuck! Chad picked up the tiny baby spoon and began shoving the lousy tasting mush into his mouth. With the very first spoonful, some of it dripped off of the spoon onto his chin. Darn. He felt like such a baby when that happened. Why couldn't he learn to eat better? And most of all, why couldn't Mel forget about this stupid diaper game she was playing lately. He had only an hour left? He had a bad feeling that she would be punishing him when the time was up. He watched as Mel brought him a fresh bottle of her tea from her refrigerator and set it down on his tray. He looked down at the bowl of cereal. It was an awful lot today. Far more than she usually made him. Sometimes it took him two bottles to just get down as much as she usually made. How many bottles would it take today? At least the extra bottles would help to keep him peeing. Maybe he wouldn't get punished after all. A bit happier with that thought, he carefully shoved another spoonful of mush into his mouth. While he ate, Mel set his cookbook out on the counter for him along with a pen and some paper. "When you're done there, you need to make your grocery list. And Andrea will be coming for dinner later along with Sandy and Cassie, so make sure we get plenty of food when we go shopping. And plan on fixing something that you're sure will be good." Chad only nodded as he shoved more of the bland cereal into his mouth. Another mouth for dinner. Well that was certainly no problem. He really did enjoy showing off his cooking skills. It was like exploring a whole new part of himself that he didn't know existed. He only wished he could get to taste more of what he created. He had no doubt that tonight he wouldn't get any of it. He shoved another spoonful of mush into his mouth. In fact, he would probably be stuck eating more baby food again tonight. Yuck! Two complete baby bottles, and a whole lot of tiny spoonfuls of mush later, Chad finally finished with his cereal. He had to use baby talk to tell Mel he was through. Mel wiped his face and hands off, but instead of releasing him from his chair, she replaced the bowl of cereal with his cookbook and writing materials so he could build his shopping list. She also brought him another bottle in case he needed it. He still had time to overflow his diaper, but that time was now growing very short. The whole time Chad worked on his shopping list, his mind began focusing more and more on trying to pee. Every minute made him worry more and more about not making it. He had to yell another stream of baby talk out to Mel when he finally finished with his grocery list. And finally, she released him. "Have you flooded that diaper yet?" she asked as she removed the tray from in front of him. Chad let out some conciliatory gibberish. But before Chad could get out of the chair, she again lifted his skirt and reached up under it. Soaked! But not leaking. It was hard to tell with his dress on. "Stand up," she ordered. Chad slid down from his seat and stood in front of her. "Turn around," she commanded. Chad turned his back to her. No wet spots on the back of his skirt - so no leaks. She looked at the clock, there was still time, just not much. "You're running out of time again." Chad curtseyed and let out some nonsense that was supposed to mean that he was well aware of the time and that he was trying. Mel didn't know what he had tried to say and really didn't care. It didn't matter in the least. "Clean this up and let me know when you're done. I want to get to the store as soon as possible today." Chad curtseyed and again said something short in his high-pitched nonsense words. She smiled. "You're learning." Cleaning up the kitchen didn't take all that long. The whole time he worked on it, he also worked hard at trying to make himself pee, which was a lot more difficult to do than washing up a few dishes and wiping down her counters. He did manage it once, but as much as he prayed for his diaper to leak, it didn't happen. With the kitchen finally spotless, he went out to find Mel. He let out a bit of nonsense as he curtseyed to her. "Are you leaking?" she asked. Chad let out a long string of nonsense sounds as he tried to explain himself. As he babbled, he pulled briefly at his skirt trying to show her that he wasn't leaking yet and he also pointed toward the kitchen as if to explain that he was done there. Shit! She didn't understand anything about what he was trying to tell her. So frustrating! Well, she'd just have to try to figure it out. First things first. She lifted his skirt and looked closely. No visible signs of any leaks yet, although his diaper appeared to be more than soggy enough. But a small leak might be hard to see. "Where did it leak?" she asked, hoping that he had indeed felt it running down his leg a bit. But all she got in reply was more nonsense sounds - and more frustration because she couldn't understand him. "Okay, okay! I give up! Talk normal again. This is getting us nowhere!" Relief! Pure relief! Chad would have gratefully curtseyed to her again but she was still holding up his skirt. "Thank you, Mistress," he said with an audible sigh. "Okay, okay," Mel repeated. "So where did it leak?" "It didn't yet," Chad replied. "I was just trying to tell you that I finished cleaning up the kitchen." Shit! "Is that all?" "Yes, Mistress," he replied, trying to sound sorry about it. It was so nice to talk normally once again. Mel rolled her eyes as she dropped his skirt. Hearing his normal voice again might have been good for understanding him, but she felt like she had lost something in the process. She had rather enjoyed denying him the ability to use his male voice. "Okay, Sissy," she finally replied. "Are you ready to go shopping?" Shopping? Now? With only a few minutes left for him to make his diaper leak? She had to be kidding! "You mean before the time's up for my diaper to leak?" he asked incredulously. Shit! She really did miss his funny, squeaky baby voice. "Aren't you supposed to curtsey every time you say anything to me?" she asked angrily. But she realized that he did have a point. She glanced at the clock and sighed. "But I suppose you're right. It would be inconvenient to have to walk out the door, then have to change you in the parking lot downstairs." Chad's knees went a bit weak as he pictured her doing just that. And he knew that she would too. She had changed him in the parking lot of the store yesterday! "And of course, you're diaper is so soaked right now that I don't want you sitting in my car with it that way either. We'll just have to wait a few more minutes before we leave. Besides, if I have to punish you again, I'd rather do it here instead of at the store." She looked at him. "Now curtsey to me again!" Chad quickly did so. "Get used to it. Every time I speak! Every time I finish speaking! And every time you speak! I want to see you curtseying! A thousand times a day! Two thousand!" "Yes, Mistress," Chad said as he dropped yet another curtsey. This was all getting a bit much. Curtsey, curtsey, curtsey. What for? It was stupid! But at least he could talk normally again! Mel watched the clock as the last few seconds ticked down. Chad drank from his bottle furiously, trying desperately to pee enough to leak out of his diaper. But there wasn't enough time left. It didn't happen. "Three! Two! One! Times up! Are you leaking?" Chad remembered to drop his curtsey before he answered. "No Mistress." He knew he was going to get punished again. There was no way around it. Indeed, Mel was already heading for her stick leaning up against the corner. "Get your diaper bag and get over here," Mel commanded. "Let's get this thing over with." Chad ran to get his diaper bag by the front door. As he ran, he heard her admonishing him again for not curtseying after she told him to do something. Damn! He brought the bag back to her and then curtseyed. Mel pulled the skirt of his dress up as high as it would go, completely exposing his sodden diaper. Removing the diaper took only a few seconds. Mel pointed toward the back of the chair and Chad once again positioned himself the way she had made him do it yesterday - leaning over, holding onto the chair with his hands, his backside raised up as an all too inviting target for her yardstick. Whap! Chad stood up, curtseyed despite the skirt of his dress still being pulled up around his body, and thanked her for the punishment. Then it was back in place for the next blow. Whap! Again the ritual was repeated. Whap! With each punishment segment, Mel was growing more and more disappointed with hearing his old male voice again. But the baby language was just too limiting. It didn't let her understand anything he was saying. Whap! Was there another way? There had to be another way! Whap! "Thank you, Mistress," Chad said for the ninth time in his punishment. Again, Mel felt the frustration of not hearing his high-pitched baby voice. The idea never even fully registered in her mind. She simply heard herself speaking the words. "Can't you say that in your baby voice instead?" Chad was in the process of bending back over to get his final swat, but he stood back up again. There were tears streaming down his face from the blows she had given him. His eye makeup was a mess! He curtseyed to her once again and let out a short bit of high-pitched baby nonsense. "No! I mean talk normal... in English anyway. Just use your baby voice." Chad was confused, not to mention surprised. His baby voice? With normal words? He actually had to think about that a bit before he tried it. "Like this?" he said in the stupid high-pitched voice he had been using earlier. Mel smiled. "Much better! I love it in fact! Keep using that!" Why hadn't she thought of that before? It was so much better. Perfect! Feeling much happier than she had all morning, she again pointed to the back of the chair and watched as Chad leaned over and then stuck his backside up higher for her to hit with her stick. Whap! The tenth and final stroke for failing to make his diaper leak. She watched as he stood up and curtseyed. His thank-you was a bit delayed however as he had to try to make himself do it in the high-pitched voice. She didn't care. She loved it. So much so in fact, that she again pointed to the back of the chair. She had plenty of excuses to give him more punishment... as if she even needed an excuse. "Five more swats for the way you behaved earlier!" she declared. Chad wasn't at all happy that she decided to extend his punishment. He was already sobbing and terribly regretful that he had been unable to make his diaper leak. He had tried again... he really had! He was also still trying to comprehend having to talk normally, but with the baby voice. What a major pain! But her punishment stick didn't give him a choice about anything. With another major sob, he leaned over again and grabbed the back of the chair. Then, knowing he had no other choice, he again pushed his backside up high in the air for her to hit. He held his breath, knowing that the inevitable blow would come all too quickly to his battered and sore bottom. Whap! Mel watched as Chad stood up, curtseyed and then thanked her for the blow. He was crying so much though that his words sounded like a cross between normal words and the baby talk again. But it didn't matter. She still loved hearing it. And she realized that she had finally found a way to keep him using that baby voice. In fact, she couldn't see any reason why he couldn't keep using it all the time. She swung at him again. Whap! She watched as he curtseyed and blubbered in his high- pitched voice again. She laughed. "Well call it... Sissy talk," she declared as she waited for him to bend over again. "Sissy talk. Yes, I like that. Sissy talk... and baby talk. I can tell you to use either one, easily." Whap! Chad grunted as he felt the stinging blow connect with his overly sore backside. He could tell that Mel wasn't really swinging as hard as she sometimes did, but it didn't matter, it still hurt! As he stood up, the skirt from his dress threatened to fall down again. He pulled it back up out of the way again. "Thank you, Mistress," he tried to say in his squeaky high-pitched voice as he dropped another curtsey. Sissy talk? Yeah, he supposed it did sound kind of sissy. And it was going to be a major pain to use. But all the time? No! No way! As he bent to grab the back of the chair again, he tried to imagine using it all the time. Every image that came to his mind was silly and full of humiliation. No way! Whap! Chad drank his bottle furiously while Mel drove them to the grocery store. He hated being seen drinking from the bottle while they were out, but if he didn't drink as much as he could now, then he might not be able to get this latest diaper to leak within his two hour time limit. And while they would be in the store, he wouldn't be able to drink anything... not unless he suddenly decided to pull out a baby bottle and drink it right there in the store. Not likely! All too soon, Mel pulled into the parking lot and parked the car. His mind briefly flashed back to the first time she had made him wear a skirt into the store. She had actually phoned the police to get him out of the car. He was way past that point now. Now he was going in there once again wearing a maid's dress. And it wouldn't be for the first time either. "Don't forget your pacifier," Mel reminded him as she got out of the car. Damn! Did she have to remember that? Having to walk around sucking on a pacifier all the time was almost as humiliating as going everywhere in a dress. Scratch that! It was more humiliating! Mel was outside the car waiting for him, he turned to see her watching him. He put his baby bottle down into one of the cup holders, grabbed his pacifier and popped it into his mouth. At least the darn thing would be soothing to suck on while he was in there. He finally got out of the car and followed Mel inside. As they slowly made their way up and down the aisles, Chad was very aware of every person in the store. He didn't really care anymore about them seeing him in his maid's dress... well, yes he cared, but that didn't bother him nearly as much as the pink pacifier that was stuck in his mouth. He did his best to always look towards the items on the shelves, hoping that his pacifier would be less noticeable that way. Unfortunately, he knew all too well that some people saw it. Their amazed stares made him feel all the more foolish than he already felt. He wished desperately that there was a way to hurry though grocery shopping, but trying to do that just wasn't practical. And in any case, Mel certainly didn't seem to be in any hurry, so he was stuck following slowly behind her. At least he had plenty of time to search for all the items he needed to cook with. Halfway through the store, Mel stopped partway down the aisle and turned to him. "Show me your diaper," she commanded. Chad was appalled. There were people on that same aisle! But she seemed to be awfully serious about it. He mentally gulped, then paused. Was he supposed to curtsey now too? Mel's waiting gaze turned into an angry stare. He quickly let go of the shopping cart and dropped a quick curtsey behind it. He glanced around at the other people in the same aisle. Were they paying attention to him? Of course they were. They were always watching him. They just usually tried to not make it too obvious. Mel was still waiting, less patiently now. He started to slowly raise his skirt. "Come here where I can see you better," Mel suddenly demanded. "I can't tell how wet you are if you're hiding behind that cart." Chad dropped the hem of his dress and walked contritely around to the front of the cart. He noticed several of the nearby people more actively watching them now. He prayed silently that Mel wouldn't really make him do it, but she was waiting - all too impatiently. "That's one demerit for not curtseying again after I told you to come here, and also for not replying verbally to my request. A simple 'Yes, Mistress' would have been nice!" Ugh! Another demerit! She had that look on her face again though as if she were waiting for something. He quickly dropped another curtsey to her and softly said, "Yes, Mistress," in the high-pitched voice he knew she was waiting for. "What?" she asked. "You'll have to speak louder than that. I can't hear you. Now do it again and speak up loudly this time!" Chad wanted to scream, but screaming would only bring more unwanted attention to himself. Why did she have to be so cruel? He could see her impatience growing again. He quickly dropped into another curtsey and said, much more loudly this time, "Yes, Mistress." His words and his high-pitched sissy voice attracted the attention of every person in the aisle as they all turned to look directly at him. Mel was smiling broadly. He wanted to drop into another one of those mythical holes in the ground and just die! As far as he could tell, he had just loudly declared to the whole world that he was a sissy. "Well?" Mel said. "I'm still waiting." For what? Chad was momentarily confused, but then he remembered her original demand - to see his wet diaper. He silently groaned once again. Was everybody still looking at him? He could see the ones behind Mel still staring in his direction. He didn't dare turn around. Very slowly, he grabbed the hem of his dress and started pulling it up. He could feel his face growing redder with every inch that he now exposed. He finally stopped as his hands reached the bottom of his breasts. He felt so embarrassed! "Higher!" Mel demanded. "I can just barely see the bottom of your diaper and that's it." Ugh! Slowly he began pulling his dress up even higher. But he was evidently moving too slowly for Mel because she suddenly reached out and yanked his skirt up all the way, totally exposing his diaper for all to see. "Now hold it there," she demanded. Chad felt so foolish as he stood there while Mel grabbed the front of his diaper and checked him thoroughly. He knew it was actually only a few seconds, but it seemed to last an eternity. "Okay," Mel finally said. "At least you're getting wetter." Chad gratefully dropped his skirt and smoothed it back in place. Whew! But Mel was staring at him again. He quickly dropped another curtsey. "Thank you, Mistress," he said around the pacifier in his mouth in an all too loud and high-pitched voice. Mel smiled. This really was getting fun. She knew she was taking a big chance with him doing things like that in the store, but she was fairly sure that nobody would really say anything to the management. "Tell you what, Sissy. If you can get that diaper leaking before we get out of here today, then I'll give you three hours with each of your diapers for the rest of the day." Chad's excitement soared. Three hours! That would be great! But after a moment's thought, he realized just how impossible that would be. His diaper was wet, but it certainly wasn't that wet. Not only would it be nearly impossible for him to flood his diaper before they left the store, he was very worried about being able to flood it within his two hour time limit. Impossible! But Mel was waiting for something again. Ugh! Curtsey. "Thank you, Mistress." Did she have to giggle like that? As they finished their shopping, Chad was surprised by some of the things that Mel was putting into the shopping cart. On one aisle, she put in lots of bottles of fruit juices - did that mean she was going to give him something other than her lousy green tea? He could only hope. But then a few minutes later, she loaded three big boxes of her favorite green tea into the cart as well. Yuck! But the worst aisle for him was definitely the baby food aisle. Just as she had done last week, she spent way too much time looking at everything they had... while Chad was forced to stand there with his pacifier in his mouth. There could certainly be no question about who the baby food was for. He couldn't help but notice the smirks on the faces of some of the other customers, especially one lady who tried to stifle laughing out loud, only to have it come spitting out of her as she walked past him. Embarrassing! And then Mel stopped in front of a display of baby bottles. After only a moment's hesitation, she quickly grabbed four of the packages that each held three large plastic bottles. He couldn't believe it! A dozen more baby bottles. They already had an enormous number of bottles at home. Why buy even more? On the next aisle, Mel stopped to look at a display of pantyhose. She picked up several pairs of her usual brand and threw them into the cart. But then she continued looking. She finally reached out and grabbed a package of dark blue hose. She held them out toward Chad. "Didn't you tell me that Robin suggested you wear some with one of your outfits? Here, you can wear these next week." She tossed them into the cart on top of everything else. Before they reached the checkout aisles, Mel stopped one more time and began loading bottle after bottle of her favorite wines into the cart. By the time she finished, the cart was overflowing. "There," she said sounding satisfied. "That should hold me for a while." Chad looked at all the wine. As much as he personally drank, which was mostly not at all, it would last him forever! Chad had mixed feelings about standing in line to pay for all their purchases. On one hand, they were finally leaving. But on the other hand, he was sure that Mel would try to humiliate him further while they waited. Fortunately, they only had to wait behind one other customer who already had most of her groceries bagged. Mel walked ahead of Chad while he started unloading their groceries onto the conveyor belt. She remained silent while the customer ahead of them was being taken care of. She did notice however the odd looks that the customer kept giving Chad, as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Chad was doing his very best imitation of someone who was too busy to even think about looking around or noticing anybody else. She really couldn't blame him. She was really very surprised that the woman customer never said anything at all about Chad. Pity. But now it was their turn. The girl behind the register eyed Chad carefully. Mel could see that she was trying vainly to decide what should be her best way to react. Obviously, she had to be concerned about being polite to the customers - all customers. "Did you find everything all right?" she finally asked. Chad looked to Mel, hoping she would answer for him, but she wasn't about to let him off that easy. "She asked you a question, Sissy. Don't you think you should answer her?" Chad's heart sank. He would have to be the one to answer. "Yes..." he started to say around the pacifier in his mouth. "Sssss!" Mel hissed angrily, cutting him off before he could get another word out. "Do it right!" Right? Unfortunately, he had a pretty good idea of exactly what she considered to be right. She had to be kidding! But the angry expression was still on Mel's face. Damn! The girl behind the register looked confused as she looked back and forth between Chad and Mel. Chad just wanted to get out of there - soon! He dropped a curtsey to the checkout girl and said, in his new frighteningly sissy voice, "Yes, thank you. We found everything just fine." The girl behind the register stared at him with her mouth totally agape. Several others around them turned to look too. Chad could feel his face turning even redder. And still the ground wasn't opening up to swallow him. Darn! It seemed like nobody around them moved for several moments, as if time itself had been frozen. Mel almost burst out laughing, which would have ruined everything. She could see how uncomfortable Chad was... good! He'd better get used to it. Still never taking her eyes off of Chad, the girl behind the register finally reached out her hand to grab the first item from the conveyor belt. She dragged it across the scanner. The scanner beeped, and the spell was broken. A second later, everything seemed back to normal again... sort of. With a sissy like Chad around, no place was really normal. Chad knew that he was the center of attention as he loaded bagged items back into the shopping cart, but there was certainly nothing he could do about it. He had to lift heavy bag after heavy bag, most of them loaded with bottles of liquids, into the cart. As he struggled with the bags, he had to wonder if they made him look even weaker than he really was... did they make him look like more of a sissy because he couldn't lift them as easily? He put that thought from his mind. What did it matter? It was all too plainly obvious what he was! After Mel paid for everything, Chad was forced to again curtsey to the girl at the register and thank her for her help. He was glad to beat a hasty retreat out of the store after that. Well, fairly hasty. The cart was heavy and hard to push very fast. As soon as they got home, Chad began the arduous task of carrying everything from Mel's car, up the stairs, and into her apartment. With so many heavy bags and so many trips to make, Chad was thankful with every step for the low-heeled shoes on his feet. If he had been wearing higher heels, he doubted he could have managed it. Whew! Mel watched as Chad made trip after trip carrying the groceries in - it was another reason why he was handy to have around. She had done the same tedious chore countless times herself and hated it every time she had done it. She'd much rather leave the job to him while she relaxed. As soon as he was done bringing in the groceries and the door was closed again, she checked the clock. He only had a little while left before his diaper was supposed to be leaking. They had spent a long time in the store where he couldn't get anything to drink. It would be very doubtful that he would be able to avoid punishment this time. She briefly considered going easy on him, but she ruled that out quickly. If she did, then she'd set a bad precedence. He would expect that more often and wouldn't do what he was supposed to be doing - all the time. But how wet was he now? She couldn't tell with his dress on. "Take that dress off, Sissy," she yelled from her living room. "I want to be able see your diaper." Chad removed his dress, folded it, and set it neatly by his purse next to the front door. He felt oddly naked without it. He felt worse because he knew that he wasn't going to be able to overflow his diaper before time ran out. He figured Mel wanted to see how wet he was now. Well, he had been trying, but the trip to the store hadn't helped matters. He went into the living room where Mel was and curtseyed. "Did you want to see my diaper?" he asked in his silly new voice. Mel could see that he wasn't nearly wet enough, but she still reached out her hand and felt his diaper too. No, he would have no chance. She almost felt sorry for him. But rules were rules and he had to learn to wet profusely no matter where he was or what he was doing. "You're running out of time, Sissy." Chad curtseyed again. "I know," he answered sorrowfully. He was tempted to not even bother trying to drink another bottle. But there was still the diaper he would be wearing after this one... and the one after that... and so on. No doubt for the rest of the day. Mel had requested just a salad for lunch and Chad had just started preparing it when his time ran out. This time, Mel didn't count down the last few seconds. She already knew he didn't make it. "It's time," she announced. "Go bring me your diaper bag and get over here," she ordered. Chad stopped what he was doing and took a deep breath. Before she had a chance to yell at him again for being slow, he curtseyed and said, "Yes, Mistress," in his squeaky voice. Mel watched him as he walked toward his diaper bag by the front door and picked it up. She wondered what he was thinking. She knew that he had tried, but circumstances had simply been in the way. But the truth was that she had to get him used to peeing constantly, no matter what he was doing, no matter where he was, no matter what it took. Otherwise, she stood very little chance of winning this bet. As she saw it, her biggest obstacle to this was his job. That was the one place where she wouldn't be able to control him as much... as far as she could see right now. So she had to make every moment when he was not at work count in her favor. At work he was holding back, working hard to gain more and more of the very control she needed him to lose. For every ounce of effort he put into holding back, she figured it would take at least ten times that effort to make him lose it again. No, there could be no letting up on him. No matter what! With head held down, he stood before her, diaper bag in hand, and curtseyed to her. He didn't say anything even though they both knew that he was supposed to. This time, she didn't care. She took the diaper bag from him and dropped it on the floor. Then she knelt down and pulled open the tapes on the wet diaper he was wearing. "I know you tried," she said as the diaper fell to the floor. "I know that we were out and it was hard to get enough liquids into your system to make that diaper leak." She stood up again and pointed toward the back of the chair. Still staring sorrowfully at the floor, he slowly turned toward the chair and leaned against it. She picked up her stick and waited. It took a few moments, but eventually he raised his bare backside up to her, offering it to her for his punishment. A soft sob escaped him. She finally continued with what she had been saying. "But we can't let circumstances get in the way of what you're supposed to be doing." Whap! Even though Chad had been prepared for it, the stinging blow caught him by surprise. His whole body jerked. The lingering pain continued to sting terribly, but he knew now from plenty of experience that this was just the beginning. He stood and turned toward her, curtseyed, and thanked her. Then it was back into position again. "So if it looks like circumstances might get in the way..." Whap! "Then you're going to have to make sure that you find a way, no matter what the circumstances." He dropped his curtsey and thanked her again. "Next time, if you're worried about not getting enough to drink, maybe you should consider taking your bottles into the stores with you." Whap! Despite his current distress, Chad tried to picture himself walking around a store somewhere, drinking from a baby bottle. It would be worse than having the darn pacifier in his mouth. "Thank you, Mistress," he said in his high-pitched voice again, the words now coming out amid his crying. Carry a bottle into the stores? She had to be crazy! "In fact," Mel continued, "I see nothing wrong with a baby carrying a bottle into a store and drinking from it." Whap! "Babies do it all the time." Chad curtseyed again and thanked her. Yeah, she was seriously crazy if she thought he was going to go around drinking from a bottle in the stores all the time. But then, he was already going shopping wearing a dress and sucking on a pacifier! "So if that's what it takes, to keep you wetting enough..." Whap! "Then that's exactly what you'll have to do!" "Excuse me, Mistress," Chad's sissy voice interrupted. "Your lunch is ready." Mel looked up from her work and smiled. This was living. This was what life was all about! Having your own personal servant take care of all the little menial things for you. She got up from her seat and glanced at the table in the kitchen. It was set nicely with her salad plate out and waiting. But she didn't head there yet. It had already been a busy day and she had a lot of other things planned for the rest of the day. There was very little time to do the one thing she needed to do the most. And the person that it all concerned the most, Sissy, was also going to be busy with things such as cooking and cleaning for company later. But still, there was something special that she needed to accomplish with him too. No use wasting time. He didn't need to be doing anything else while she ate. His diaper was fairly fresh and hopefully the suppository she had stuck up inside of him when she had changed him wouldn't do anything for a while yet. It was time to start - brainwashing him. Now, how should she go about it? She headed for the area between the kitchen and her living room where there was a little bit of room. "Okay, Sissy. I want you to walk around the room, stop in front of me, curtsey and greet me with that cute little sissy voice of yours." Chad was confused. What for? What was she really after? But there would be no way of knowing till he tried it... as easy as it sounded. He started around the room but her voice lashed out and quickly stopped him. "Ah, ah!" she admonished. "You didn't curtsey after I told you what to do and you didn't say 'Yes, Mistress!'" What a pain! He dropped a curtsey to her and mumbled, "Yes, Mistress," in his high-pitched voice past the pacifier still in his mouth. Then he again started walking around the perimeter of the room, rarely taking his eyes off of her for a moment. When he got back to her again, he curtseyed, said, "Hello, Mistress," and stood there waiting. "Good. Now curtsey again as if I've just finished telling you something, say 'Yes, Mistress', and then do it all over again." Huh? Do it over again? What was the point? But he dutifully curtseyed, said his little bit in his tiny voice, and then started around the room again. Why? When he got back to her again, he again curtseyed and said, "Hello, Mistress." "Good," she replied. "Now do it again, and keep doing it, over and over while I eat." Chad stared at her in surprise. She wanted him to keep doing it? Why? It made no sense. But she was waiting, and he didn't see any way out of it. "Yes, Mistress," he replied, again mumbling around his pacifier. Then he started once again around the room. Mel sat down at the table and watched him as he came back to the same spot again, but this time she wasn't there. He looked confused. Then he turned and headed towards her at the table. "No, Sissy. Make believe I'm right where I was!" Huh? Dumb! He backed up, repeated his curtsey and greeting, then immediately launched into another curtsey saying "Yes, Mistress," and he was off around the room again. "Next time, wait a few seconds after you initially great me... as if I'm talking to you. And pretend I'm right where I was. Not at the table here." Chad came back to the spot and did as he was told, but he kept glancing back toward Mel at the table. Mel could see that it just wasn't working the way she wanted it to. He needed something else... something to focus on. She got up from the table and glanced around the room. What could she use? Her eyes fell on a tall floor lamp next to one of her chairs. Perfect! "Grab that lamp, Sissy, and bring it over here." Chad had no idea what was going on or what she was trying to accomplish, but he unplugged the lamp and brought it to her. "Where do you want me to plug this in?" he asked. "I don't!" she replied. "And you didn't curtsey again!" Ugh! Mel set the lamp exactly where she had been standing. "Okay, Sissy, just pretend this lamp is me. Pretend I'm not at the table, but right here. Talk to the lamp." Chad couldn't believe it. Now she wanted him to talk to a lamp? This was sooooo dumb! But since he really didn't have much of a choice, he dropped a curtsey to Mel - not the lamp, said, "Yes, Mistress" in his sissy voice, and took off around the room yet again. Mel stood back out of the way. Chad glance briefly at Mel as he approached the lamp, but then he turned his attention to the lampshade. He stopped and curtseyed. "Hello, Mistress." He paused, then curtseyed again and said, "Thank you, Mistress." Then he started another lap. As he began walking, he glanced at Mel to see if that was what she wanted. "Perfect!" she declared. "Now just keep doing it." Round and round Chad walked, repeating the same ritual over and over again while Mel ate. She was halfway through her salad though when she realized that she was keeping him from drinking anything. What she had him doing was important, but not nearly as important as keeping him wetting. She quickly got up and found his bottle. "Wait a minute, Sissy," she said as he finished greeting the lamp. She held out his bottle for him. "Here, you can drink this if you need to while you're walking." Chad took the bottle from her and waited while she pulled the pacifier out of his mouth herself. He had mixed feelings about having to keep drinking even while he was doing this... whatever it was that he was doing. But then, if he didn't keep drinking, then there would be no way that he could overflow his diaper. So he supposed he was actually grateful. "Yes, Mistress," he said yet again, this time directly to her, and this time in a much clearer voice without the pacifier. As Mel sat down to finish her lunch, she felt much more satisfied. He was walking around the room while drinking his bottle. He was practicing nicely with the lamp. His silly high-pitch voice thrilled her every time she heard it. And whether he realized it or not, these things would eventually become more and more of a habit to him. Yes, this was working out very well. Chad was no longer paying much attention to what he was doing. His mind had long ago ceased to be interested as he walked around and around her living room, curtseying to the lamp each time. The only break he had had was when Mel let him eat a plate full of baby food in his highchair. Then it was back to the mind-numbing walking and curtseying. What a major pain. In some ways, he'd rather be standing on his perch in the corner... well, maybe not. The only minor little distraction had come when Mel had replaced the bottle he had been drinking with a fresh one. Now that bottle was almost empty too. Curtsey. Talk to the lamp in the stupid high-pitched voice. Curtsey again. More sissy talk. Walk. Over and over and over again. Boring! Mel was barely paying attention to him the whole time he was doing it... or it seemed that way anyway. But ever single time he did the least little thing wrong... or if he even hesitated a bit, she yelled at him from the kitchen where she was filling baby bottles with tea and fruit juices again. He noticed that most of these bottles were getting sealed with her tape so they couldn't be opened without her knowing it. He had no doubt where each of those bottles would be going very shortly - the refrigerator in his apartment. As he walked, he could feel his diaper gradually getting wetter and wetter, which he was very happy about. He was peeing in smaller and smaller amounts now, but at least he seemed to be doing it more and more often. But because he wasn't peeing in large volumes, it was becoming harder and harder to feel himself peeing. In fact, very often he sometimes wasn't sure if he was peeing or not. But at least his diaper seemed to be getting more and more soaked. And then it happened. He approached the lamp and curtseyed, but as he put his leg back and dipped down, he suddenly felt the unstoppable suppository that Mel had put up inside of him going to work. There was almost no warning. One moment he was about to curtsey, the next he was filling his diaper as his legs seemed to lock in place, holding his curtsey for an impossibly long time. He didn't talk to the lamp, he couldn't. He hated the feeling of what the suppositories did to him. He hated having to mess his diapers every day. It was demeaning. It was humiliating. It was messy and uncomfortable. Yet, underneath it all, despite hating it, he loved the humiliation of it too. If only he could get some relief... but then, did he really want any relief anymore? He had lived with the constant feeling of needing release for so long now that it had become almost a part of him. Sometimes, he wondered if it was the only thing that helped him get through the daily trials and humiliations that Mel put him through. Did he really want release? Damn yes! Mel saw him stop his endless rounds. Surprisingly, he seemed to be almost stuck in his curtsey position. Strange. What was going on? She headed for him as he very slowly stood back up. But the smell reached her before she even got close. Part of her was disgusted, but the other part of her wanted to laugh. He had just messed his diaper while he was trying to curtsey. What a laugh! Obviously, he had no control over it at all - which was just what she wanted. He turned to face her with a very forlorn look on his face. She almost felt sorry for him... almost. "Come on, Sissy. Let's get you cleaned up. Things like this are going to happen... in fact, they better happen!" A little while later, Chad was again going round and round in Mel's living room, curtseying and talking to her lamp. His diaper was clean and fresh, and he again had only two hours to make it leak. Damn! Would these endless torments that Mel put him through never end? Once again, Chad started to succumb to the monotony of what he was doing, but the sudden knocking at Mel's door jolted him back to reality. "Get that please, Sissy. And make sure you greet whoever it is... properly!" Chad was always nervous about answering her door, especially dressed the way he was. He actually felt a bit disoriented as he now headed in a different direction instead of walking back towards her floor lamp. He opened the door and was relieved to see Sandy and Cassie standing there. He curtseyed, "Hello, Sandy." Another curtsey, "Hello, Cassie." Both women looked startled the moment he had opened his mouth. "Hi, Sissy," Cassie replied as she pushed her way past him. Chad closed the door behind them. "I see you've been playing with the way he talks," Cassie noted to Mel as she walked in. Mel smiled broadly. "You like it? I loved the baby language Sandy taught him, especially in the new higher voice. But it got to be too much of a pain trying to figure out what he was saying all the time. So now he can either talk in Sandy's baby talk, or now his new sissy talk." She giggled. "Sissy talk?" "Yeah, that's what I decided to call it. This way..." she stopped suddenly and looked over at Chad who was standing out of the way and just listening. "Sissy... I don't see you walking!" Chad's knees nearly buckled. Did she expect him to keep doing her stupid little exercise even with company there? But again, Mel was glaring at him all too threateningly. "Yes, Mistress," his voice squeaked as he dropped another curtsey. Once again, he began his trek around the room. The eyes of the three women followed him and watched him closely. "What's he doing?" Sandy asked after Chad had addressed the lamp twice and was once again circling the room. "Learning!" Mel replied in no uncertain terms. But she didn't elaborate further. The three women continued to watch him closely. "I hate the way he's dressed," Sandy declared. "While I love seeing him in a diaper like a baby, right now, it looks a bit awful. Besides, if he's going to learn to curtsey properly, then he should at least be doing it in a skirt." "I think she's got a point," Cassie agreed. "Besides, I don't care for the way he's dressed either." Mel felt frustrated. She looked Chad over carefully as he continued his trek around the room. He did look kind of lousy without his maid's dress on. Just wearing a bra, waist cincher, his diaper, along with his low- heeled shoes didn't help him look very feminine... or even babyish. But there had been a purpose to him being dressed that way. "I had him remove his dress to make it easier for me to see how wet his diaper was," she explained. "Looks kind of wet to me," Cassie replied. "Me too,