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The Bet Chapter 32 (Tuesday - week 5) She danced with him, and it felt so good to be held in his strong arms. Just being with him, she felt safe, secure... wanted, loved. He was everything she had always dreamed of - tall, handsome, strong... loving. She knew that sometime in the past he had done something heroic for her, something amazing. She knew that he had rescued her from something unimaginable, yet what that something was, never mattered, at least not anymore. She loved him unequivocally, and more importantly, he loved her - the same. But something began to impinge upon the world of her dreams. Something that was not right. It was just a bit of a background nuisance at first, but it gradually grew and got worse. She wasn't comfortable, her pillow felt all wrong. It wasn't as soft as it should have been. But back in her dream, life was still beautiful... She felt colder than she should have. While her mind was dancing and dreaming of her love, she reached for covers that she couldn't find. It bothered her that they weren't there. And later still, there was the smell. Kind of an awful smell - not terribly strong, but still irksome. It was still in the background of her dream, but it was becoming evermore distracting. But her dream lover was still there, adoring her. And she adored him. So wonderful, so nice. Darn her pillow! She rolled over further, off of something, and finally found a softer spot, she instantly felt better. Her dream lover was getting ready to make sweet love to her. She unconsciously reached for her covers again - and couldn't find them. Darn! Where were they? It was disturbing her dream. And then there was that darn smell too. What was that? And something about the light wasn't right... it was way too bright! She awoke fully and opened her eyes. Realization of what had happened flooded over her. Oh geez! No! This was all wrong! She had fallen asleep with him still in her bed! No, no, no! She shoved him a bit. "Sissy! Wake up!" Chad startled awake quickly. "Huh?" It took him a second to get his wits about him. He was still in her bed. "Go home!" she ordered. He groaned, still half asleep. He glanced at the clock next to her bed - almost five in the morning. He had been there all night. Despite having slept in her bed, he felt stiff and tired. But then he had tried to hold her in his arms all night without moving. He yawned and rolled off of her bed onto his feet. It took him a moment to steady himself. His diaper was terribly huge again, and messy. Ugh! He staggered a step forward, trying to get his bearings, trying to figure out what it was he needed to do. He was only wearing his diapers. Not even anything to cover the breast forms that were glued to his chest. His maid's dress... where was that? He found it on the floor and put it on. It was only then that he glanced back at her. She was sitting up in her bed, watching him. He slipped his shoes on. The huge bulkiness of his diapers made walking in them difficult - despite the low heel. He headed, with difficulty, toward her door. Mel watched him walking so awkwardly. His diapers where so huge that they kept his legs spread wide apart. She nearly laughed at his predicament. She really would have if she wasn't still so tired... and angry at herself for falling asleep with him last night. A minute later, she heard her apartment door closing behind him. She breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced down at her bed. There were towels and open diapers strewn all over the top of it. She kicked most of them off onto the floor, then reached down to the bottom and pulled up her covers. She instantly felt better. She turned off the lamp on her nightstand and sank back into bed. Her dream, her beautiful dream. Where was it? For that matter, what was it? She only remembered that it had been really nice. What had she been dreaming about? But the dream didn't come back to her at all. Instead, she remembered that Sissy would be home now. She hadn't left him a note with instructions for this morning. Darn! Of course, he didn't really need a note. He should know perfectly well what to do by now. But her mind still continued to wrestle with him. Maybe he wouldn't know what she wanted him to do. She had been making some changes. She tried desperately to go back to sleep, but thoughts of Chad still impinged on her mind. Damn him! She had to go back to sleep! Thoughts of laying here with him in her bed last night filled her mind. She had fed him all three of his baby bottles last night while he laid here in her arms. Something about that amused her. It was kind of funny. But something about it also sent a tiny bit of thrill through her body. He had also made sweet love to her last night again. As a lover, he really was fantastic... even though she couldn't allow him to really penetrate her in any way - other than with his tongue that is. His wonderful, talented, enchanting, exciting tongue. She inwardly giggled despite herself. She rolled over again. Darn him! She couldn't go back to sleep! She glanced again at her clock. Way, way too early. With a groan, she got up to make herself some coffee. Chad collapsed onto his little blow-up mattress. He was so tired. He really wanted to sleep. But did he dare? He knew he'd have to get up fairly soon to start getting ready. But did he have to get up? What was he doing today? Work! It was Tuesday! He had to go to work later! Ugh! In a little while, he would have to start getting cleaned up and dressed for work. It had been a long weekend. Long and horrible... and thrilling! She had ridden him unmercifully all weekend long, forcing him to do some of the most embarrassing things ever! And then there was yesterday! Damn! Had he really gone into the mall dressed like that and acted like a total sissy? Not to mention the gym and Gloria's and ... He rolled over uncomfortably on his little mattress. Not just uncomfortable from his diapers and breast forms, but uncomfortable from the memory of yesterday. He was a sissy! That much was for sure. There could never be any denying it now, not to himself, not even to anyone else. He had proved that fact, over and over again in public where so many people had seen him... and would remember him. What a jerk he was. What a fool. What a damn sissy! He felt himself wetting his bloated diapers again. It felt good. The thought that he was doing it without thinking about it thrilled him. It really was kind of fun. Mel's little diaper games that she had been forcing him to play all weekend had never once allowed him to hold back at all. He had been forced to drink so much and pee so much that it was all happening automatically now. So interesting. There was rarely any warning, rarely any buildup. He just suddenly found himself peeing. It was what he had always dreamed of experiencing. She was doing it. She was succeeding. Mel was actually succeeding at making him incontinent. Or at least making him feel like he was. He knew better though. He knew his body better than she did. He could control himself perfectly - with a little bit of work. But it wouldn't take long to get back all of his control. Why, on Friday he had even held it once for almost half and hour! Twenty-nine minutes before the pee had started leaking out! That was an incredible achievement. With control like that, Mel couldn't win this bet... no matter what she made him do! And today he would be shooting to hold back even longer! Was an hour possible? Why not? He could do it... and he was going to win this bet! He yawned and rolled over awkwardly again, trying to get comfortable - in a situation where that was nearly impossible. He closed his eyes. He was so tired, but he had to get up soon. His thumb unconsciously found his mouth and he started sucking on it. He was a sissy. Thoughts of what he had done in his sissy dress, in front of all those people yesterday raced through his mind again as he dozed. And something sexual excited him, just not in the one place it was supposed to. He was a sissy. Pieces of a previous dream began playing in his mind once again. He was a sissy. A happy, joyful sissy. He could embrace and enjoy all his sissy dresses and diapers and anything else that he wanted. He was a sissy. Mel took the last cold sip from her coffee cup and turned her TV off. She had been watching - nothing! An infomercial! She didn't need a diet plan like that. She seriously doubted that the diet was as fun and easy as they made it sound. Her thoughts turned back again to Sissy. He had never really been far from her mind all morning. She still couldn't believe that she had fallen asleep with him like that. Stupid! And wrong! Well, it would never happen again. She glanced at the clock. Still early, especially for her. But if she couldn't sleep, then why should he? Besides, he had to get up fairly soon anyway - if he was sleeping that is. She kind of hoped that he wasn't. She picked up her cell phone to call him, then put it down again. Maybe it would be better to go over there in person and wake him up. No, she didn't really feel like bothering. She picked the phone up again and punched in his number. An odd sound from far away impinged on his lovely dreaming. It brought him quickly out of his slumber. His cell phone! Someone was calling him. He scrambled to his feet as fast as his bloated diapers would let him and fished the phone out of his purse. "Hello?" "Sissy!" Mel's voice came over the line. "Were you sleeping?" "Yes, Mistress," he answered. "Well get up! You've had enough sleep for one night. Get yourself cleaned up and dressed. Make sure you drink three more bottles before you come over here. Oh, and wear one of your new dresses to work today. I think they look very nice." Chad's groggy head was still trying to make sense of everything she was saying. It was all coming at him too fast for his partially asleep mind, so it took him a moment for everything to register fully. "Yes, Mistress," he answered. "Three bottles. New dress." "Sissy!" Mel's voice replied angrily. "Who ever gave you permission to speak in anything but your sissy voice? That's already one demerit and I'm going to punish you severely for not answering the way you should! I told you I didn't ever want to hear you speaking any other way again!" "But Mistwess," he replied, this time more awake and lapsing into the sissy mode of speech she was requiring, "I didn't know who was calling." "It doesn't matter who's calling! You never need to speak any other way! Now get busy!" Chad suddenly found himself holding onto his phone with nobody on the other end. How was he supposed to know who was calling? Okay, he could have easily looked at the display to see that it was her, but he had been in a hurry to answer it and was still half asleep! What did she expect, that he would use that voice all the time? Yeah, maybe she did. But it wasn't exactly something that he could ever actually do. He carried his phone over to his charger and plugged it in since it had been a while. Then he went to his refrigerator and pulled out the first of the three bottles that she had told him to drink. There was never any question of not doing it. He simply carried it to the only chair that he owned and sat down to drink it while he stared at his blank walls. Blank, blank, blank. A lot of nothing... except for the framed bet contract that she had hung on one of his living room walls. His eyes automatically averted whenever he happened to look that way. He didn't want to really see it, much like his toilet that she had wrapped up in layer after layer of her plastic wrap so he couldn't use it. He never looked at that either. It was too much of a reminder of what he was not longer permitted to do. He looked around his living room. His whole apartment was a vast amount of emptiness. His only furniture was the one chair he was sitting in, his blow-up mattress on the floor of his bedroom, and a cheep cardboard dresser. There were a few boxes strewn about holding the rest of his things. Boxes that he hardly ever opened. But if he won this bet, what would his apartment look like? What could his apartment look like? He tried to picture a pool table right in the middle of the room. A large screen TV against one wall with an incredible sound system. And furniture - lots of nice stuff - expensive stuff. Everyone would be so impressed. They would congratulate him for what he was doing. All the humiliation he was going through would be worth it! But what could his room really look like if he won... when he won? Because he had no doubt that he would. His eyes scanned the empty room again. Maybe he did need some help with picking things out and getting it all arranged the best way. But the only name that came to mind so far to get that help was Sandy, and Sandy was firmly on Mel's side of this bet. But since he'd be paying her, would she do it for him? He still didn't know. Did he dare ask? Or could that just lead to more trouble? His bottle finished, he set it back on the kitchen counter. He suddenly felt himself peeing again as he moved about... without any warning again. So interesting! What a sensation! He knew he'd have to start controlling himself soon, but it was still early in the morning. Why not enjoy it while he still could? Besides, with all the bottles that Mel was making him drink, the liquid had to get out of him sometime. Better sooner than later. He headed to his bathroom to start cleaning himself up. An hour and a half later, he was ready to head out the door. He stopped to check his image in the mirror. He was wearing two diapers again - finally! What a relief. He felt much more secure with two rather than one. Also, despite how tight and uncomfortable his all-in-one girdle was, having it on over top made him feel much more secure as well. And talk about security, the darn waist cincher he was wearing under his girdle was a bit too secure... or was that just too tight? Pantyhose again. They were somewhat of a pain, but Robin had said his legs looked better with them than without and the colorful dress he was wearing today seemed to demand them. As he looked in the mirror, his eyes made their way down his skirt. He could just see the tops of his knees. Further down, his pantyhose covered feet were strapped into a pair of three inch black heels that he thought would go well with the dress. He was happy because the shoes were fairly comfortable. His eyes rose up higher again, up past his waist. Between his waist cincher and his breast forms, he was fairly happy with the way his figure looked. Womanish. It still amazed him. The neckline of the dress was low cut enough to show off the pink stone of his necklace that matched the pink stone in the ring on his hand. His watch that looked more like a piece of jewelry was on his other arm. His hair was done nicely with the curling iron and his makeup was in place and looked - fairly good he thought. He smiled. It was amazing how much he had changed in the last month. Very amazing! Who would ever believe it? He grabbed his diaper bag, his purse, and a bag containing the three empty baby bottles he had finished already that morning and headed out his door for Mel's apartment. Mel was dressed and ready for work by the time she opened her door for him. She watched his curtsey and listened to his good morning greeting. Something inside of her thrilled again to witness it. "Good morning, Sissy," she said as she let him inside. She took the bag of empty bottles from him as he set his other bags down on the floor. When he turned around again, she looked him over. She decided immediately that she liked the dress he was wearing. The colorful blotchy pattern was pretty... even on him. She spent a moment looking at his hair carefully. It was done nicely, but it was starting to look like it needed a trim or restyling. She made a mental note to talk to Cassie and Sandy about that. Overall, she was pleased with the way he looked. Far more feminine than she would ever have imagined when this bet started. She had been denying him his masculinity more and more since they had started a month ago. Now she was really starting to see the results. Masculinity denied! And the very thought of it made her tingle inside. "Up into your highchair, Sissy. I've got your breakfast all ready." Ugh! Chad made his way into the kitchen and climbed up into his highchair again. He wasn't looking forward to another meal of baby food. That's all he had eaten for days now. As Mel tied the bib around his neck and put the tray into place in front of him, he started dreaming about lunch. Lunch, the first meal he would have where he could get something solid to eat! Something normal! His stomach growled a bit just thinking of it. Mel set his baby food cereal in place in front of him along with a tiny rubber coated baby spoon and another bottle. Yuck! As soon as he got to work, Chad opened his desk drawer and put his purse inside before he sat down in his chair. He stared for a moment at the bouquet of flowers that Mel had sent to him last week. It looked different - smaller, and a lot less vibrant. What had happened to it? The roses in it were fully opened up now, but some of the other flowers looked like they were dying. He made a mental note to ask Robin about it when she came in. He hit the button on his computer to start booting it up. "Hi Chad," Robin's voice called as she was walking past. Chad turned around in his seat. "Hi Robin," he replied. She had stopped at the entrance to his cubicle and was staring at him. "Wait a sec. I'll be right back," she said. She disappeared and came back a moment later with nothing in her arms. "New dress?" she asked. "Stand up so I can see it better." Chad stood. "Yeah, I just got it. I kind of like it. What do you think?" Robin stared at him for a moment. "I think that I wish I could afford some of your clothes. Very nice!" She stared at him for a moment more. "I think you could use some better jewelry with it. You always wear the same old necklace, but still, it looks very nice." "Thanks," Chad replied, feeling both relieved and happy as he sat back down. "Hey Robin, what happened to all the flowers?" Robin glanced over at the bouquet on his desk. "Oh, they were looking kind of puny and some of them were obviously dying so I pulled those out. I also added some water for you. You really need to check that every day." Chad nodded. "Thanks," he replied. "I appreciate it. So how did things go yesterday?" he asked. "Quiet, as usual," she replied as she moved further into his cubicle and leaned up against his desk. "How was your day off? What did you do?" It was all Chad could do to not choke at her question. There was no way he could ever tell her what he really did all day! "Oh... not much," he replied, trying to find the quickest answer. She was still looking at him, waiting for more. "I... visited a few people," he finally added. He was relieved when she seemed to be more satisfied. Visited people was right! His problem was just the way that he had visited them! "I see you got your nails cut," she said next. "Very pretty by the way." He held up his hands to look at them. The nails were still very long, but a lot shorter than they had been all last week. He still thought they looked pretty. Something inside of him was pleased by the sight of his fairly feminine looking hands. "Yeah," he replied, still looking at them. "I think I kind of like them this length." "They're still pretty long. Not exactly practical for working." "Maybe, but they're a lot easier to deal with than the longer ones I had." "I don't know why you ever got them so long in the first place! That was kind of silly." Chad couldn't really tell her that he had no choice in the matter. "It wasn't really my idea," he replied cautiously. "But I think I learned something from it." "Learned something? I'm betting the idea of having nails like that just turned you on so much that you decided to try it. That's why you had them done. And now... now you've seen what a pain they were and had them cut down a bit." "Well..." Chad started to reply. "Don't deny it!" she teased. "That's why you're dressing the way you do. You love it! Don't you!" Chad blushed. "Kind of," he replied sheepishly. "Actually, it's a bit more complicated than that." Robin threw her arms up in the air. "Complicated! Don't hand me that crap again! You love it, so you're doing it. Right?" Chad stared at her for a moment. She really had no idea, and he meant to keep it that way. But deep down, she was also right. He did love it. "Yeah, I do," he finally admitted blushingly. He was a sissy after all. Mel had made that point abundantly clear yesterday. Robin nodded, more satisfied. "That's better. Complicated? My ass! You're dressing like a woman because you love it... it turns you on! Don't try to hide behind some kind of other silly lame excuse." After Robin had left, Chad turned around again to face his computer. The login prompt was waiting for him. He reached for the keyboard and paused. Last week, he had been forced to teach himself to type with just his fingernails on the keys. But now his nails were shorter. He reached out to the keyboard with just one hand and experimented with touching a few keys. His nails were still too long to really let him use anything more than just his nails when he typed. Yes, he could slip the nail over top of the key, between the keys, but when he pressed down, the tip of his nails hit something underneath. So he still couldn't really use anything but his nails to type with. Fortunately, he had gotten a lot of practice with it last week. As he typed in his password, he quickly realized that he was going to have to get used to it all over again. Yes, he still had to use only his nails, but now he had to get used to the shorter length. At least it seemed to be a lot easier now and his nails felt stronger and less fragile too. Mel closed the folder and put it into her finished pile. She had a few minutes now to think about other things. And other things usually meant Chad. Only this time, instead of directly thinking about Chad, she was thinking instead about Gloria - and how she could get Gloria to help her again. One thing was for sure, in order to get Gloria's help, she first had to talk to her. She picked up her phone and dialed the number. "Hi Gloria. It's Mel." Gloria was almost hesitant in her answer. "Hi Mel," she replied simply. She was still very concerned after their last lunch meeting. In a way, she was just glad that Mel had called. At least it meant that they were still friends - she hoped. "Are you game to try lunch again?" Mel asked. Gloria hesitated. Mel had walked out on her yesterday. But she was her friend and everything she had said to Mel had been the truth! "Are you sure? I'm not changing my mind." Mel wasn't glad to hear that Gloria was determined to remain so stubborn. "Yeah, I'm sure. And I'm really sorry about yesterday." "Yeah, I am too Mel. But Mel... I meant everything I said then." Mel was silent for a moment. She knew that Gloria believed everything she had talked about was true, but she now knew that some of that was wrong... very wrong. But still... "Gloria, somehow we've got to get past this. Let's just have lunch. Maybe we can talk about it a bit more... maybe. I promise not to run out on you again like last time." Gloria chuckled. "Okay Mel. We'll just eat, and maybe talk a bit more. See you at lunch." Chad stared at his computer monitor. A few moments ago he had been working, but right now, work was the farthest thing from his mind. Instead, he was thinking about peeing... or rather not peeing. He was having a lot of trouble so far holding back. At first, he found himself continually peeing before he even knew he was going to do it. But now that he had that control back again, just holding back was still more difficult than he expected. Of course, he had already had a lot to drink since he had gotten up. Not to mention all he had been drinking for the last three days. His system would have to readjust back to normal again and that might take a while. But still, now that he could control himself again, he didn't seem to be able to hold things back very long at all. He sighed. Try, try, try. It was the only way! "Break time," Robin's voice called out from behind him, pulling him quickly out of his thoughts. Did he want to go to break? Yes and no. "They had some great new doughnuts yesterday," Robin continued. "You should have been here." "They did?" The thought of something solid to eat, especially something as tasty as a doughnut, made up his mind for him. Besides, Robin would only egg him on until he went with her anyway. He pulled himself out of his chair and followed her down the hall. "I really do love that dress," Robin noted as they walked. "Thanks," Chad replied as he realized he was no longer able to hold back from peeing again. He glanced at his watch. Less than ten minutes. Not good. The break room was filling up fast when they got there. Chad spied several boxes of doughnuts past the coffee pots and made a beeline straight for them. He grabbed one and a napkin and was eating it before he even grabbed a cup for his coffee. Mmmm! So good! Heaven! "I told you they were good," Robin said, noticing the look of joy on his face. "You have no idea!" he replied. He certainly wasn't going to tell her that he had eaten nothing but baby food for the last three days. He finished his doughnut before he even tried to pour himself some coffee. Then he joined the other women at their large table. "Hey, we missed you yesterday, Sissy. Where were you?" one of them asked. They missed him? Sure! "I took the day off," he replied. "Any special reason?" she asked. He shook his head. There was no way he wanted to give any indication of what he had really done. "No, I just took a day to relax and visit a bit." "Recovering from your divorce!" another woman stated with certainty. Chad was shocked. That wasn't the real reason at all. "Um..." he searched for a good answer. "It's okay! Divorces can take their toll. I ought to know!" yet another woman replied. A few of the women laughed. "Hey!" said still another one. "My sister called me last night. And she went to the mall yesterday, and you wouldn't believe what she said she saw there." "What?" someone asked. "Well, she said there was some guy there, dressed up as the most ridiculous sissy thing you could imagine! She said she even saw some diapers under his dress!" Chad wanted to crawl into a big hole and hide. "What was he doing there?" someone asked her. "I don't know. She just said that she saw him outside curtseying to everyone and then later walking through one of the big department stores. I don't know anything else. But can you imagine someone dressing like that? In the mall of all places?" There were more than a few chuckles from around the table. "One of your friends, Sissy?" one of the women asked Chad. "Uh..." He shook his head. Lying was clearly the best option here. "Nobody I know," he replied nervously. "Well," the woman replied, "probably not anyway. You at least dress a whole lot better. I like that dress by the way." Chad glanced down at his dress again. "Thanks." Whew! He had hoped to never hear about his trip to the mall again. And now one of the women had brought it up here! He just hoped that nobody really connected him with being there. Mel shook hands with her client and led him all the way to the outside door. She reassured him once again that everything would be fine and that she was on top of his situation. When the door had closed behind him, she turned back toward Andrea. "Business is definitely up," she said as she shook her head. "It seems like everyone wants to sue everyone else." Andrea picked up some of the work folders on her desk that she had yet to work on. "You don't have to tell me!" She dropped the folders and just let them fall back onto the pile. Then she pointed at some envelopes and a small box on her desk. "Mail's in early today. I think that package you were still waiting for arrived." Mel walked over and picked it up. It was covered with heavy plain wrapping, she could tell nothing from the outside of it. "Thanks," she said as she grabbed both the box and the pile of mail that Andrea had left for her. She carried them back to her office where she closed the door. The pile of envelopes she dropped on her desk out of the way, the box she set right in front of her. She grabbed her scissors and began opening the package. Almost hesitantly, she peeled back the plain brown wrapping to see the box underneath. The word "Aneros" jumped out at her. With a last glance at her door to make sure it was closed, she set the box down and opened it. Inside, she found the oddly shaped device that was designed to make milking him easier. Unlike the "toys" she had received yesterday, this one inspired no sexual interest for herself, but she did wonder if he would receive any pleasure from it. Odd, that he was becoming so responsive to being toyed with in his anal cavity. She had totally denied him the ability to get any pleasure from the place where he should be receiving all his pleasure - his male appendage. So was this new form of sex for him more like a female pleasure? She wasn't him and she wasn't male, so she had no way of really knowing. But just the act of him being penetrated instead of him doing the penetrating certainly seemed totally feminine. She wondered briefly if he could get multiple orgasms from this kind of sex - like a woman could from normal sex. Of course, to the best of her knowledge, he hadn't had a single orgasm yet. She didn't even know if such a thing was possible. But either way, it was another case of maleness denied. And that thought brought a tingle to her dampening sexual region. Chad could barely hear Robin typing on her keyboard in the cubicle next door. She was busy. He opened the spreadsheet for the bet that he kept on his desktop. He found today's date and stared at it. Thirty one days to go. Another month. One more full month before he would get the chance to prove that he could still control himself. Would he make it? He had to! A surge of confidence ran through him. He would make it! He was absolutely sure of that. She might play her little games with him on the weekends, but here at work he could work, and work hard, at not only maintaining, but also building that control that would let him win. She had no chance! He looked at yesterday's date - Monday. He had no timing to fill in there. He had never once been able to hold back a single second all day yesterday... or Sunday... or Saturday either. Or Friday night for that matter! No wonder he was having so much trouble today. He was fairly sure he remembered being able to hold back for twenty-nine minutes on Friday while he was at work though, so he filled in that space. The three empty spaces where he had no time to fill in bothered him though. Three empty spaces that represented three very long, very hard, very humiliating days. He didn't really want to think about those days, but he couldn't help it. Three days wearing only a single diaper at a time with just two hours each time to make it leak. How had he managed it? Unbelievably, he had. Three days of acting all the time like the biggest sissy baby flake he could possibly imagine - Mel's sissy vision of him. And having to use nothing but that stupid high-pitched voice? He was really glad he was at work now where he wouldn't have to worry about it... at least not until he got home later tonight. For three full days she had literally pounded sissyness into him. Forced him to act in ways he still couldn't believe. Forced him to look at himself over and over again - and finally see himself for what he really was, a sissy. Because even though he "kind-of" labeled himself as that in the past, deep down, he had always denied it. He had still clung desperately onto his male chauvinistic attitudes. But could he do that anymore? He thought again about his trip to the mall yesterday, not to mention his trip to the gym. No, he really couldn't, or shouldn't think of himself as a male anymore. So many people had seen him, up close, behaving like the total sissy that Mel had made him. Even though he had lied to the women in the break room, if anyone ever asked if that was him doing those things, there would be no way he could really deny it. He had done them. He was that sissy! Could he ever think of himself as being a male again? His eyes caught sight of the skirt of his colorful dress. Disgusted with his thoughts, he quickly closed the spreadsheet. He didn't dare think about it anymore. Mel sat at the table and watched as Gloria threaded her way through the restaurant toward their table. She put a big smile on her face as her friend finally sat down. "Whew! I think the traffic gets worse every day!" Gloria exclaimed. "I know what you mean," Mel replied. She stared awkwardly at her friend, not knowing what to say. The silence between them mounted since neither one of them knew quite where to start. Fortunately, the waitress was there quickly to take their order. When the waitress finally left, Gloria was the first to break the silence. "You didn't order much," she noted. Mel shrugged. "Sissy will be cooking for me tonight. It's always diet recipes, but I'm still afraid to eat much anywhere else. His cooking is always sooo good!" she added quickly. That statement brought the subject of conversation close enough to some of the things she wanted to tell Gloria. She blushed ever so slightly as she continued, "It's not just the baby thing you were talking about yesterday," she began. "Yeah, I do like it and it does turn me on... but that's really more his thing than mine." "His thing? So what's your thing?" The waitress was suddenly back, setting cups of coffee down in front of each of them. Mel picked her cup up and sipped at it, more to delay and collect her thoughts than from want of something to drink. "My thing?" Mel finally said. Her face seemed to light up as her mind pictured him the way she loved seeing him the best - in his maid's uniform. "My thing... it's... it's like having the perfect personal servant. One who's absolutely attentive to my every little need. And he cooks... like a dream! And he cleans the house... like a dream! And he's so sensitive. I mean, he really listens to me - as if he's really interested in what I have to say. Most of the guys I've ever gone out with, in fact none of them, have never been like that." Gloria was suddenly feeling more than a bit jealous. Her description was more like every woman's dream... except for him being a total flake! She wanted to ask again if Mel loved him, but she didn't bother. No matter what the situation really was, Mel would only deny it. "So he makes the perfect little maid?" she finally replied. Mel only nodded as she took another sip from her coffee. "I know you don't want to hear this Mel," Gloria continued softly, "but that still isn't any reason for me to do what you want me to do with him. And like I said before, I'm not going to do it." She was afraid that Mel might get angry again. Fortunately, she only saw Mel take a deep breath. "I know," Mel replied sadly. "But still, there's got to be some way you can help me." Gloria shook her head. "None that I can see. Are you going to let me have him to myself for a little while so I can put my own demons to rest?" That was the last thing the Mel wanted. There was too much of a chance that Gloria would undo everything else that she had already done to him. She shook her head. "No. Can't do it." "I was afraid of that," Gloria replied disappointedly. Mel didn't walk out, and neither did Gloria, but they both pointedly stayed well away from any conversation that had anything to do with Chad for the rest of their lunch. Chad approached the door to the gym and paused. Yesterday he had made his debut here as a complete and total sissy - acting in ways that he never imagined he ever would... or could. So many people had watched him - closely. He felt embarrassed just thinking about it now. Could he make himself go in there again? Ever? With a mental sigh, he knew he had no choice. There was no way around it. With a courage that he didn't really possess, he grabbed the door handle and opened it, and forced himself to go inside. The beaming look of joy on the receptionist's face was almost more than he could stand. "Sissy!" she exclaimed excitedly. She was looking at him, waiting. He knew he had no other option. He dropped a courtesy and said, "Hello, how are you?" "Much better now that you're here," she replied. Her face darkened slightly. "That curtsey wasn't nearly as much fun as the ones you were doing yesterday." What? The ones he did yesterday? He wasn't about to do one of those again - if he could help it. "Um... I'm dressed a bit differently today," he replied. Her lips puckered a bit in frustration. "Yeah, I can see that." Her face brightened again. "But can't you do one for me anyway? Just so I can see it again?" Ugh! Why? He didn't really want to do it. She saw him pausing and added, "Cassie says that you're supposed to do anything I tell you to." Double ugh! And worse, he knew without a doubt that if he didn't do what she wanted then word would get back to Mel, and that would mean trouble! Big trouble! He instantly did his best to curtsey flamboyantly for her, despite the dress he was wearing and the purse over one arm and the diaper bag over his other shoulder. It just wasn't the same. But he was happy to see her smiling and giggling anyway. He was about to ask if she would go find Cassie now, but he didn't get the chance. She leaned over toward him, then cast a quick glance around to see if anyone else was near. Her voice came out as a giggling whisper. "Can I see your diapers again?" she asked. Chad couldn't believe it. She had really asked to see his diapers. And worse, he knew he had no choice but to show them to her. Dropping his diaper bag and purse down on the floor next to him, he quickly looked around to see if anyone else was watching, then he lifted his skirt, just far enough so that she could see the bottom of his pantyhose covered girdle underneath. "Oh pooh!" she exclaimed. They're all covered up. He nodded. "Sorry," he replied as he dropped his skirt back down. "Maybe some other time," the receptionist replied with a sigh. "I'll go get Cassie for you." Chad was grateful that she was leaving. He had a feeling that she might become a major pain from now on. "Hi Sissy," Cassie said as she and the receptionist walked up. "Hi Cassie," Chad replied, dropping a polite curtsey to her before he picked up his purse and diaper bag again. Cassie looked at him funny. "She said that she's disappointed that she can't see your diapers today," Cassie said, referring to the receptionist and trying to prolong the conversation a bit. Chad shrugged. "I'm dressed for work today." Cassie nodded knowingly. "Did Mel tell you that you can talk like that?" she asked. Chad was flabbergasted! She wanted him to use sissy talk? Here? Again? Now? Unfortunately she was glaring at him all too seriously. He dropped his bags on the floor again and dropped another curtsey. "Sowwy, Cassie," he replied contritely in his high-pitched sissy voice. The receptionist giggled uncontrollably. Cassie felt satisfied. She hated making him do it, but Mel had called her to specifically ask her to watch out for how he was speaking. And she knew that Mel would call her later and follow up. "Okay, Sissy. Let's go get your diapers changed." As Chad picked up his bags again, he wished that Cassie hadn't said out loud what she was going to do. It used to be so much more private and easier when nobody else knew. The thought of no way to deny it, rang through is head once again. So many people had seen for themselves! As he followed Cassie back through the room of exercising women, a few of them waved at him. "Hi, Sissy," one of them called teasingly. Chad didn't stop walking but he did smile shyly at her and waved a few of his fingers. He was ever so glad to get out of sight again in the back office - with the door closed behind him. "They're still talking about yesterday," Cassie said as he started to get undressed. "Nice dress by the way." Chad momentarily stopped what he was doing. "Thanks," he replied, referring to his dress. "I've had a few nice comments about it today already. What are they saying about yesterday?" Cassie shrugged. "Let's just say they're still pretty excited about it. You're all the buzz." Ugh! "I can believe it!" But what could he do about it? Nothing! Getting out of his dress, pantyhose, and girdle, took a few minutes, but he finally was able to carefully peel off his plastic panties to expose his diapers and lay down on the floor in front of her. She handed him one of the baby bottles full of Mel's green tea that she had pulled out of his diaper bag. He put it to his lips automatically and started sucking on it. Cassie started peeling off his diapers. ?Wow, you?re wetter than usual today,? she commented as she pulled the tapes open on the second one. ?Too much to drink,? Chad said before he went back to working on his bottle. Cassie cleaned him up quickly, noticing as she did so that his penis inside of his chastity device was still as tiny as it was last week. And still no reaction to all her attention to that area as she was cleaning him. No sense in even trying anything else with it. ?Okay, roll over,? she said. ?Let?s get your backside now.? This was the part that Chad really enjoyed and looked forward to ? lately. He didn?t know why, but he simply accepted that he did now. He rolled over onto his stomach so that Cassie could play with his backside again. Cassie cleaned his bottom, then poured a generous amount of baby lotion into her hands. The moment she began messaging it into his backside, Chad let out a small moan of pleasure. ?Scrunch up,? she told him. Chad pulled his knees up under him, raising his backside up into the air where she could get at it better. She reached into a nearby desk drawer and pulled out the toy that she kept there for him. A moment later, that too was well lubed with the baby lotion. She pressed her well lubed finger up against his tiny asshole and saw him almost start to push back against her finger, but he stopped, waiting for her. She pushed harder and her finger slipped inside. Just a little bit at first. She worked that much around a bit, knowing that he was enjoying the sensation, then she pushed her finger all the way in. He shuddered and buried his head under his arms. She grabbed the ribbed dildo she used on him and, slipping her finger out of him, gently pushed the tip of it up against his hole. He arched his back and pulled his head up, waiting for it? wanting it. She didn?t disappoint him. Gently and slowly, she pushed it forward into him. One by one, Chad felt the ribs of her toy slowly pushing into him. He no longer cared about why he loved it so much, maybe it was because Mel had rendered him incapable of any other form of sex. He only knew that he loved the sensation. He felt her pulling it back out, ever so slowly, then pushing it back in again. More! He wanted more! And he wanted the sensation to go on forever! Ever so gradually, Cassie increased the speed of her thrusts until he was pushing and pulling right along with her, eventually doing most of the work while she held the toy still. She saw him trying harder and harder to gain even more pleasure from it, but there was no additional pleasure to be had. She saw him finally realize that and slow down, finally stopping. She pulled the dildo out of him and watched as he seemed to deflate under her. With a soft moan of frustration, he rolled back over again and grabbed his bottle. His eyes were shut against the frustration as he put the thing to his mouth and started drinking again. If only he could get there! If only he could get the kind of relief from his ever aching sexual frustration that he so desperately needed. But the more he thought about what it was that he was trying to do, and how he was trying to get that relief, the more he realized just how impossible it probably was. So disappointing! And so frustrating! Cassie opened the jar of suppositories and pretended to pull one out. She realized she probable didn?t even need to bother pretending because his eyes were shut. He wasn?t watching anyway. She stuck her finger up inside of him as if pushing one of the little devils up there. His eyes popped open momentarily. They closed again as soon as she pulled back out of him. There was a slight look of annoyance on his face. She couldn?t blame him. As Chad worked on his bottle, his mind finally moved away from unpleasant thoughts to more positive ones? like finally getting something solid to eat. A hamburger! A big, juicy hamburger! That?s what he wanted. With a ton of fries and a drink that wasn?t in a baby bottle. As he felt Cassie pulling the second diaper into place and taping it closed he was trying to decide ? where was the best place to get the biggest, juiciest, best hamburger in the city? Gloria walked around the little room where she worked with most of her customers one-on-one. Dust cloth in hand, she wiped down the furniture and decorations that made the room warm and inviting. Her next client was due in any minute now, but working with another client wasn?t the foremost thing on her mind. Mel was. Actually, Mel and Chad. Mel was still going to be her friend, no matter what. She realized that fact now and she was relieved. But their relationship was still very strained ? because of Chad. Mel was still pushing her to hypnotize him and reset the desires within him that would ensure her to win their bet. She, herself, also wanted to hypnotize him, but for a totally different reason ? she was still worried about what she had already done to him. She had gone along with Mel?s games gladly? willingly? in the beginning. But after finding out how hard Chad was fighting against them, she knew how wrong she had been to do any of it. They both wanted to hypnotize him again, only for different reasons. Her question now was, how could she possibly get Chad alone for a while ? to work with him, to get answers out of him. Answers that she desperately wanted to know. Could she call him somehow? Ask him to come in for a special session? But she didn?t even have his phone number. He was Mel?s friend and he always came with her. Besides, doing something like that would be like sneaking around behind Mel?s back. And that wasn?t right ? either. So how was she going to get her answers if Mel wasn?t going to let him be alone with her? The outer door opening brought her back to where she needed to be. She walked out to warmly greet her next client. ?Thanks Cassie. I owe you one,? Mel said just before hanging up her phone. She sat back in her chair and stared at her office ceiling. Just as she suspected, Chad had not used his new sissy voice when he went to the gym. Actually, she never once doubted that he would use his regular voice. But that wasn?t the point. This was more like yet another way to deny him something male. In this case, the use of his male voice? actually the use of anything except his very sissy voice since he wasn?t allowed to pronounce certain letters when he spoke. The thought of her denying him yet something else masculine sent a small thrill through her. Very small, but it was still there. Her mind flashed back to the strained lunch she had shared with Gloria. Gloria was still unwilling to help. It would be so easy for her to simply hypnotize him again and make him believe that he really did want to be incontinent. And he did want it! She knew that for a fact. She just didn?t understand why he was fighting it, and her, so hard. Speaking of which, she had put him through a lot for the last few days. She liked her idea of putting him in only one diaper all the time and then giving him only two hours to make it leak. And since she had checked him continually to make sure he was wetting all the time, there was no way he could hold back at all. But was it working? Was it helping? Was it having any affect at all on him? She had no way of knowing. Once again she thought of Gloria. Gloria could find out for sure. Hypnotized, he would certainly tell the truth. If he were hypnotized, she could find out for sure if all her measures were having any affect on him. She could find out if her methods were removing any of his control at all. But Gloria? Ugh! How was she going to get her stubborn friend to help? She forced her mind back to Chad and the fact that he did not use his sissy voice at the gym today. She had been totally right in her figuring that he would speak normally there? as well as everywhere else, she was sure. Maybe she couldn?t control him at work, but there were other things she could do to enforce? or force him? to speak the way she wanted him to at other times. And the first thing to do was to add some punishment! She opened up her email program and began typing. Chad knew he shouldn?t have had that extra large coke with his lunch. It was way too much. Especially after the baby bottle he had finished in Cassie?s little office. Now he was peeing like crazy every few minutes again, and holding back was harder than ever. But the burger and fries had been especially good. A meal to remember! Because of the tight waist cincher he was wearing, he hadn?t been able to even come close to finishing it. But that didn?t matter, his stomach was certainly full now, and he had really enjoyed it. Every solid bite! The email notification flashed on the bottom of his screen and he clicked on it. He was a bit surprised to see the email was from Mel. Sissy! You didn?t speak in your new sissy voice at the gym today. And I?m very sure you?re probably not using it anywhere else. That?s two more demerits added to the one you already have today ? thee total ? so far! Be prepared for a very painful evening! You are not to use anything but your new sissy voice. Anywhere! Anytime! Chad closed the email before anyone could walk up behind him and see it. More punishment tonight. Oh great! Just what he needed! Or rather just what Mel thought he needed. Yeah right, like he was really going to go around talking like a stupid fool all the time. No chance! Well, she had beaten him before, and she would probably do it again? in fact, she was going to do it again. He knew he?d cry a bit, probably a lot. Then he?d do his best to act as good as he could for her ? while he was with her. But there was no way that he could talk like a sissy everywhere. She had to be crazy if she thought he actually would! His eye caught sight of the icon on his desktop for the spreadsheet where he kept track of his bet progress. He opened it again. So far, he wasn?t making very good progress today. But things always got much better later in the afternoon. Hopefully, today would be no different. He glanced down the list of reasons he had put on the sheet for winning the bet. Self-respect, friends, and a life were at the top. But he was a sissy. He couldn?t deny that now ? not at all. She had shown him that this weekend, over and over again. And then she had made him demonstrate it all too convincingly to other people ? in public! Did he deserve any of the things on his list? After what he had done yesterday, did he deserve self-respect? He thought about that for a while and finally decided. Yes, he might not deserve it, but he did want it. He wanted all of it. But then, he also wanted his sissy life too. He was living the dream ? and then some. He wanted it all. But all was just too much conflict. Too many things that didn?t fit together. Yet he did want to be able to hold his head up again and be proud of himself? for something. So he had to win this bet! He glanced at the list again. A pool table, new TV, nice furniture. A place of his own that he could be proud of! A place that others would envy. That?s what he wanted. He thought again about having someone design such a place for him? but who? Sandy was still the only thought that came to mind. Disappointed, he closed the spreadsheet again. He glanced at the flowers on his desk. Having them there made him feel a bit funny. Guys didn?t usually have flowers on their desks? and they didn?t usually have anyone send them flowers. But he had flowers. Mel had sent them to him last week. But then, he wasn?t a man anymore. He was nothing but a big sissy. ?Hey Chad. Ready?? He glanced up to see Robin at the entrance to his cubicle. ?Ready for what?? ?For break, dummy.? ?Oh.? He got up from his chair, took a moment to adjust his dress, and followed her out. He was halfway up the hallway before he even realized that he hadn?t given not going with her a second thought. Oh well. He would have only wound up going anyway. The break room was getting crowded as they entered. He had to stand in a fairly long line behind Robin, waiting to get his coffee. Coffee that he knew he didn?t need, or even want to drink. It would be even more liquid in his system that he would have to get rid of. Maybe he could just pretend to sip on it and not really drink much. He finally got to grab a cup and fill it. He turned away from the coffee to follow Robin. He looked up at where he was going, and locked eyes with Derek who had just joined the back of the line. He immediately felt his face flush. To get to the table all the women were sitting at, meant that he would have to walk uncomfortably close to his old friend? or else go completely around the room in the opposite direction. There was really no other choice. He headed for the table, but he couldn?t tear his eyes off of Derek?s face. They got closer. Almost talking distance now. Closer still. He wanted to walk right past Derek, not say anything at all, but it was as if his body stopped of its own accord. Blushing, he looked down at the floor. ?Hi,? he said simply. ?How are you? Sissy?? Derek replied, Chad looked up again. It almost hurt to hear Derek refer to him with his new sissy name. ?Okay,? he answered simply. ?You look nice today,? Derek continued. Chad glanced down at his dress. ?Thanks. I?ve been getting lots of compliments on this dress today.? Chad saw what looked like a slightly startled look on Derek?s face and he saw him glancing down and looking at his dress more carefully. Chad realized then that Derek probably hadn?t really noticed much about the dress at all. Like most guys, himself included, Derek had only really noticed the over impression. ?Yeah, nice,? Derek said about the dress. There was an awkward pause between them. Chad finally held up his cup a bit. ?Well, I gotta go,? he said as he glanced at the table full of women, all too many of which were watching him and Derek. ?Yeah, of course,? Derek replied. ?See you around.? ?Yeah, see you around,? Chad replied and took a step away. ?Sissy?? Chad stopped and turned back to him. ?Um? do you want to join us instead?? Chad was shocked. He thought about it briefly and quickly rejected the idea. ?No,? he replied. ?Maybe some other time.? ?Some other time,? Derek repeated ? almost sadly. Chad walked away, straight to the table full of women and pulled up a chair to sit among them. He felt safer here with them now. More relaxed. It was like this was where he belonged. ?What did he want?? someone asked him, sounding fairly excited. ?He asked me if I wanted to sit with them,? Chad replied. ?So why didn?t you?? someone else asked. ?He is your friend! Or at least he used to be!? Chad shook his head. ?I?m not? comfortable with doing that yet.? ?Well, Honey,? someone else spoke up. ?You?re going to have to deal with it sooner or later. There?s women in this world, and there?s men. And we?ve all got to eventually deal with both flavors!? Chad stopped at the light on his way home from work and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His diapers were very wet and messy again. Way too wet. He hoped they hadn?t started leaking yet. Fortunately though, the mess didn?t seem to be as bad today. But then he hadn?t had much to eat for the last few days, at least not until his lunch today. He wasn?t looking forward to that mess when it finally came out of him. As he waited for the light to change, his cell phone rang. He quickly fished it out of his purse before the light could change again. ?Hello?? ?Sissy!? Mel?s angry voice said. ?Why didn?t you answer with you?re sissy voice? You know I don?t want you speaking any other way ? ever!? Chad was so surprised that he almost missed driving again as the car in front of him pulled way ahead. ?But Mistress,? he replied, this time carefully using his new voice. ?I didn?t know it was you.? ?It doesn?t matter!? Mel yelled back angrily. ?Only sissy talk! All the time! That?s another demerit on top of the three you already have!? Ugh! Another demerit. More beatings! There would be no arguing with her. He made a mental note to be more careful about checking to see who was calling before he answered his phone from now on. ?Yes, Mistress,? he answered ? regretfully. ?Go home,? she ordered. ?Get cleaned up, and call me when you get out of the shower ? before you put your diaper on! That is if I?m not already there. I should be home fairly soon.? ?Yes, Mistress,? Chad replied yet again. The connection broke suddenly. He set his phone down inside his purse while he was still driving. It didn?t sound like tonight was going to be a fun night at all! Mel felt fortunate to get out of the office as early as she did. She carried the box with the Aneros in it up to her apartment and stuck it away in one of her drawers. Then she went out again, directly over to Chad?s apartment. She opened the door and immediately heard the shower running. Good. She had gotten there before he could get dressed again. ?Are you almost done in there yet, Sissy?? she called out as she entered his bathroom. Chad was shocked to hear someone else in his apartment. Fortunately it was Mel, although he hadn?t heard her enter. ?Just a sec!? he said as he quickly turned the water off. It felt good to be clean again, especially to have the mess in his diaper gone. The other part, the wetness, he didn?t really mind so much. In fact, he usually liked it. He stepped out of the shower to see Mel leaning up against the doorway of his bathroom. She was staring at him and smiling. The smile he took as a good sign. ?Hello, Mistress,? he said, carefully using his sissy voice as he grabbed a towel and started drying himself off. ?Hi, Sissy,? Mel replied with a hint of amusement in her voice. She watched him as he dried himself off carefully. It didn?t take long since he had kept his head and hair dry. She noticed again that his hair needed a bit of a trim job and made another mental note to ask Cassie to touch it up for him. His towel worked its way down his body, then carefully around his chastity device. She noticed how gingerly he seemed to dry himself off there ? very carefully. Then he moved on. ?Does that thing work anymore?? she asked, still staring at his chastity device. He looked up puzzled. ?What thing?? She walked over to him and reached out, grabbing the device and tugging on it a bit. She saw no reaction from his trapped penis inside. ?This thing,? she said. ?The chastity device? Yeah, it works, believe me!? ?No, I meant the tiny little thing inside there. Does it still work anymore?? That surprised him. ?I don?t know. I guess it does. But I haven?t given it much thought for a while now. But then I do everything I can to not get ?bigger? anymore so it?s not too bad.? Mel nodded and took a closer look, trying to see more of his penis inside. But she couldn?t see much. She let go of the device and backed off to the doorway again. Chad finished drying himself off. ?One diaper again,? she said as he finished. Chad silently groaned. As soon as the diaper was in place, Mel glanced at her watch. ?Two hours, Sissy. You know the drill. Wear your uniform tonight, you?re making dinner. And maybe this time I?ll even let you eat some of it. Maybe!? She turned then and left him, and went back to her own apartment. Chad stood still for a moment and stared at the empty doorway where she had been standing. Another two hours. He was tired of this game! If it wasn?t for the fact that she kept checking his diapers all the time to make sure he kept wetting himself, he would try to hold back, at least somewhat each time. But he never knew when she was going to check again. In fact, she might even expect to see him wet before he got to her apartment. Realizing that, he forced himself to relax all those muscles again, the way they had been for the last three days. It felt strange for a while as he began dressing himself, but all too quickly, it felt normal again. Mel glanced at her clock, then at Sissy working in the kitchen. He still had plenty of time left to make his diaper leak, but that didn?t really concern her so much. She really just liked seeing him working in his maid?s uniform. She felt nothing but calm satisfaction every time she looked at him that way. It felt so good to have someone like Sissy around to take care of everything the way she wanted it. And his cooking certainly wasn?t bad either. The smell of the dinner he was cooking confirmed that fact. She saw him pull two plates out of the cabinet and put them on the counter. The table was mostly all set ? for one ? her! She watched as he started dishing something out onto one of the plates. She got up from her seat and walked into the kitchen where she could watch him closer. Chad glanced up from what he was doing to see Mel walking into the kitchen. ?It?s almost ready, Mistress,? he said as he finished putting a baked potato on each plate. ?I?m not rushing you,? she said. ?I just want to watch.? She watched, fascinated, as he cut the potatoes and opened them just a bit to let the steam out. He grabbed a frying pan off of the stove and carried it over to the plates where he carefully dished out two portions of the green beans that had been cooking in it. The beans were mixed with something else that made them look and smell really good. ?That smells good, Sissy,? she noted as he finished dishing them out. She almost giggled as he silently dropped a half curtsey to her with the pan still held in one hand. He walked over to the oven, opened the door and pulled out a pan with one of the potholders from the nearby drawer. He set the pan containing two chicken breasts on the counter and carefully dished one onto each plate. The pan then went into the sink. He grabbed another small pot from the stove and carefully poured some kind of thick white sauce over each of the chicken breasts. The dinner on the plates looked fabulous! Chad set the pot back on the stove. He curtseyed just a bit. ?It?s ready, Mistress,? he t