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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 38 (Monday - week 6) He wore a pink ballet outfit, complete with a silly little tutu that stuck out all around him... and bright pink patent leather high heel shoes on his feet. He danced joyfully - all around his new pool table. He danced past his huge new TV. His arms reached out gracefully as he twirled and danced past all the electronic gadgets that filled one of his new shelving units. It was everything he always wanted. And he was so happy. As he danced he looked all around his beautiful new apartment. It was the most wonderful place he could imagine, filled with everything he loved. He danced through his kitchen, complete with brand new appliances, and cookware. He danced past his bathroom, elegantly decorated. But as he lingered near the bathroom door, he was aware that his bathroom no longer contained a toilet. Oh well, he didn't need it anyway. He loved wearing his diapers, and he loved wearing his high heels, and he loved wearing all his pretty dresses - he knew he had a whole big closet full of them. He had it all! Everything! And life was so good that he simply had to dance - for joy! He couldn't wait to see what his friends would all think. He knew they were going to be so impressed. And his friends were due to arrive at any minute. It was time to change and be "the man" once again. "The man" that everyone would look up to! He skipped through his bedroom with its beautiful new furniture - heavy furniture - substantial. He skipped straight to his huge walk-in closet and opened the door. Yes, it was time to be "the man" once again. But as he searched through his closet, all he found were little girl party dresses, he couldn't seem to find any of his male clothes at all. Where were they? Panic started to set in as he moved dress after dress on the racks, looking behind them, looking below them, searching the shelves up above. Not one piece of his male wardrobe was anywhere that he could see. Where were his male things? He ran from his closet towards his dresser, but as he got there, he glanced back towards his bed again. It was no longer the big wooden bed he had seen just a few minutes ago. A pink and white baby's crib stood there now. He quickly pulled open one of his drawers. Oh yeah, that was his bra drawer. Nothing but bras in it now. He went on to the next drawer, waist cinchers and girdles! The next drawer held only scarves... he knew they were mostly there to be used as blindfolds over his eyes. Every drawer held only female things. Nothing remotely male. Where were all his male clothes? His friends would be there any minute now! His eyes searched his bedroom desperately, trying to figure out where he had put them. His changing table! He hurried toward it but nearly tripped over the rocking horse that was in his way. He pulled it aside, over toward the little table with the tea-set on it and hurried to the shelves under his changing table. Nothing but diapers and plastic panties there! Where were his clothes? Where were his clothes? He couldn't let all his friends see him dressed like he was! What was he going to do? And then his doorbell rang, and he felt himself peeing a flood as he stood rooted in place by fear. They were here! What was he going to do? Hide! Stay quiet! Don't let them know he was home! Hopefully, they would all go away soon. But unbelievably, he heard his door opening and the sound of voices began filling his apartment! "Chad. Where are you?" More panicked than ever, he searched for a place to hide. But those places were very few. He ran back to his closet and straight inside. He quickly closed the door behind him. But he closed it too fast and it made too much noise! "Chad, where are you?" a voice from beyond the door called again. "I think I heard his closet door," another voice replied. He huddled in the back of his closet as he heard his friends coming into his bedroom - and laughing. He heard them talking about his crib. He heard them talking about his changing table. He heard them talking about his playpen in the corner. What had happened to all the beautiful furniture that had filled his room just a few minutes ago? Someone grabbed the handle of the closet door and he slunk down further, hiding himself behind his most sissy dresses. He heard his closet door opening. "Chad, are you in here?" He wanted to cry with fear. "Hey look!" someone exclaimed. "Are these all his?" "Oooo, these are soooo pretty," a female voice exclaimed. "But what are these?" a male voice asked. He heard them pulling at his clothes... all his beautiful sissy dresses. And then he heard laughter - more laughter. "They're dresses!" the female voice exclaimed. "Dresses for a big sissy baby! And it looks like he has so many of them!" They were all pawing at his sissy dresses again, moving each of them, looking at each of them, moving ever closer to where he was hidden. Please go away! But his wishing did nothing at all. They were still there, and he was still hidden where they would soon find him if they kept looking. And then the dim light that reached his eyes brightened as the frilly dresses in front of him were parted, exposing him completely to all his friends. "Hey look! There he is!" "What's he wearing? Is that a ballet outfit?" As he heard the laughter beginning all over again, someone reached down and grabbed his arm, pulling him up. No! No! He didn't want them all to see him like this. But it was too late. Amid raucous laughter all around, he was pulled up and out of his closet and pushed out into a room full of people. So many people! All of them looking over all the baby things in his room. He wondered again what had become of his other furniture. "He's wearing a sissy ballet outfit!" someone exclaimed as everyone turned to look straight at him. Panic filled every square inch of him. "Dance for us, sissy. Dance!" But he didn't want to dance, he wanted to hide! Something slapped painfully against the back of his legs and he jumped with surprise. "Dance for us Sissy!" the order came. He turned and saw someone holding Mel's yardstick in his hands - ready to use it on him once again. He felt himself peeing yet again from fear. "Dance, Sissy. Dance!" a woman shouted gleefully. And then she began clapping her hands rhythmically. Everyone else began clapping with her. "Dance Sissy. Dance!" The painful slap came to the back of his legs again, propelling him forward. He danced again, but not the joyful dance he had done earlier, now it was the dance of fear as he wound his way between so many small groups of people filling his bedroom. Who were they all? How could there be so many? And they all kept clapping as he danced around them, fearful that if he stopped, he would get punished once again. He grew tired. He was crying, harder and harder. What had happened to all his wonderful bedroom furniture? He danced out into his living room - more people, all standing around in small groups, some were playing pool on his new pool table - at least that much was still there. He happened to notice the pictures on his walls though, colorful child's drawings that he had done in the restaurants. How had they gotten on his walls again? And then, to his horror, the pool table began to fade into nothing. His TV and the shelf of electronics began fading too, almost melting away into a misty fog that soon evaporated. His wonderful living room was soon filled with only people. No furniture except for one ugly chair. What had happened to it all? "What happened?" he cried out in anguish. The people around him weren't laughing anymore. He was suddenly aware that they seemed angry and hostile instead. "What did you think?" a man's menacing voice spoke from behind him, "that you could have it all?" There was more laugher, but it was a cruel laughter. "You don't deserve any of the things you had here! You're a sissy! You can't have them!" Everyone was suddenly chanting, "Sissy, sissy, sissy," over and over again. Their accusations aimed straight at him. "Sissy, sissy, sissy." He never felt so horrible in all his life! And then the most horrible loud noise startled him, almost like music. Rock music! And it went on and on... so loud! So horrible! So... He pulled himself out of sleep. Ugh! What had he been dreaming? The blaring music from his pink clock radio was some of the worst he had ever heard - irritating! He fought himself off of his blow-up mattress and onto his knees on the floor and quickly reached over to turn the annoying thing off. The silence that immediately filled the room was like a physical sensation, and it felt good in comparison. He glanced around his room, his mostly empty room. It was morning again. Monday. A work day. Ugh! Mel rolled over and brought her knees up almost to her chest. The discomfort in her abdomen was mostly in the background, but it was still there - and it was annoying. She finally couldn't take it any more and she rolled over and pulled her covers off. She sat up on the bed to take stock for a minute. She hated the times when she had to deal with her period. It was so... annoying! Grunting with the effort, she got to her feet and pulled her robe around her, more for comfort than for its warmth. She had to decide then, bathroom or coffee? She had to check the pad she had put in last night. She also had to pee again. But she could hold her pee for a few minutes more and it was only the first day of her period so her pad should be just fine for now. The coffee pot won. She didn't head to the bathroom until she had taken her first sip of coffee, and then she carried the cup with her. Chad sat in his only chair and stared at his wall while he drank the first of the three baby bottles he had to finish this morning. His wall was becoming more and more "decorated." Well, colorful anyway. He wasn't sure he would really call what was on his wall "decorating." Sitting where he was, he clearly noticed the two new additions - pictures that Sandy had drawn showing the two possible versions of his life. One was what he wanted. The other was what Mel wanted... or maybe what he wanted... or... he just wasn't sure. It was still all so confusing. The crayoned pictures he had done in the restaurant mocked him annoyingly, reminding him that it was he himself who had colored them so childishly. Never mind the fact that he had been forced to do it while still trying to drink from a baby bottle - in the restaurant. Never mind that he had only been given just a few crayons to work with and nothing more. They looked childishly done. And he was the child who had done them. As he stared at the pictures, his one hand unconsciously reached up and grabbed his earlobe and began playing with the earring in it. So hard against the softness of his flesh around it. So odd to feel there. The pictures screamed to him that he was nothing but a big sissy baby. The bottle in his mouth did the same. He didn't even have to think about the overly bloated and very messy diapers he was wearing. His eyes wandered up the wall to the picture that showed his living room as he wanted it, complete with pool table and a huge TV. It was so out of place amid everything else on his wall - everything else that screamed out what he really was - a sissy. How could he possibly think he even deserved such things? Why was he even trying? And then a new thought reached into him. What would everyone think of him if he didn't win the bet? How would everyone treat him? They would all laugh - that much was for sure! He could never hold his head up with respect again. He looked at the pictures again, all of them seeming to mock him for what he really was. And as he continued to finish his baby bottle, he realized that he absolutely had to win the bet. He had to find a way out of all the sissyness, no matter how much he loved it. As he grabbed his second bottle of the morning, he felt himself peeing again, totally without warning of any kind that he was going to do it. As he put the bottle to his mouth and began sucking on it, he realized that he was going to have to start holding back again, holding back so he could regain all the control he had lost. The weekend had been especially hard on that control. Mel had forced him to keep peeing so much that he was starting to get a real sense of what no control at all was like. But he knew he was far from that point. He had to be! Besides, he knew his body well, he always regained everything quickly. He would win for sure! He would have his pool table and his life back. He would have his friends and his self-respect! A little while later, all three bottles finished, he got up and headed toward his bathroom and felt himself peeing yet again. He would win this bet. He would regain his control. But first he had to figure out how to realize again when it was that he was going pee! Mel turned her stove off and poured the baby cereal she had just fixed into a plastic child's bowl. As she did so, she heard someone knocking at her door. She glanced up at her clock. He was right on time. She set the pot down and hurried to her door. "Good morning, Mistress," Chad greeted her in his sissy voice as he dropped a curtsey just outside her door. She stared at him for a moment before she stood back to let him in. He looked different! Instead of his usual all pink jewelry, he was wearing all three of the wooden necklaces he had bought this weekend along with the matching bracelet. Even his usual ring was missing. The addition of the multi-colored earrings he had been wearing for most of the weekend further changed his appearance. And it all seemed to go with the very neutral looking skirt and blouse that he had chosen. She looked more carefully at his earrings. "Did you clean your earrings this morning?" she asked, concerned that maybe he hadn't. "Yes, Mistress," he replied. She nodded as she continued to look him over. "Just checking. You've been wearing them since you go them. I thought you might want to try one of the other pairs you bought." "If you want me to change them, I'll do it right away," he offered. She shook her head. "No, don't bother. They look fine." Chad wasn't sure, but he wondered if Mel seemed to be a bit... off today. Maybe she was just still tired form all the sexual activity she had put herself through last night - activities that involved him so intimately, yet he had gotten nothing at all out of any of it. A few moments later, he was once again confined in his highchair, bib in place, and was trying to shovel baby mush into his mouth with a baby spoon that he held left handed in his fist. Maybe he wouldn't make such a mess with his breakfast if the cereal was more solid! Unfortunately, it wasn't. Watching him making a fool of himself didn't seem to have its usual appeal for Mel. She sipped her coffee as she watched him trying his best to eat, and instead making a mess of things. But today, she wasn't laughing or even overly thrilled by watching it. Instead, she was thinking about other things involving him, and wanting to move on. She had come so far with him already - in what... five or six short weeks? And he had changed something in her too - she recognized that now. He had awakened a longing for something she hadn't known she wanted that badly - a proper home... and someone to take care of it for her. One was no good without the other. And Chad... Sissy... was the perfect person to do that for her. In fact, for some reason, he was the only person she wanted doing that for her. She had to have him! Besides, she really had come to love dominating the poor shmuck so completely - and molding him more and more into what she loved the best. And he was getting there - slowly. Or was it really fast? After thinking about that for a moment, she supposed that overall she'd have to say that she had gotten him to this point rather quickly - despite the fact that she wanted it all right now! And what was next on her agenda for him? She was slowly and methodically removing all of his masculine traits. Or were they masculine rights? Either way, she was denying them from him, wiping them away to where they could only be something he could remember, not something he could have. But again, what was next? Of course, there was still her latest project that she was getting nowhere with, so far - removing the use of his masculine voice - completely. But while he was pretty good now about using only his sissy voice while she was around, he was refusing to use it at work - or probably anywhere else he went when she wasn't there. But how could she fix that? How could she make him use his sissy voice - all the time? She sighed with resignation. It probably wasn't possible. She had no control of him at all when he was at work - and that was the problem. It was also the problem with the terms of the bet too - making him incontinent. Everything seemed to be going really well as long as he was right there with her, but the minute he went off to work, he was out of her control - and regaining his own control. There was just no help for it, she had to find away to control him better while he was away from her, including being with his friends at work! But how? It was an impossible question. "Any more big projects going on at work?" she finally asked, just to talk about something for a few minutes and get her mind off her impossible thoughts. "Not right now," Chad replied between tiny spoonfuls of his cereal. "Just a lot of little things the company needs me to get caught up on." He took another spoonful of his cereal and actually managed to get it all into his mouth. "We do still have one last thing before our last project is officially off our plates though, and that's supposed to happen today." "What's that?" "The final meeting with the client to make sure they have no questions or problems." Something about that surprised her. "And are you going to be there?" "Not this time. Usually I would be, but... well... my boss thought that it would be better if I stayed out of sight. Robin will be there though." The Robin woman again! But this time, it wasn't really about anything that mattered to her, she just hated hearing the name. "And how do you feel about not being included?" she asked. He shrugged as much as he was able, considering the highchair he was in. "Under the circumstances, I think it's for the best. They do need my input though in case there are any questions that Robin can't answer, so they're supposed to phone me if anything comes up like that." She took another sip of her coffee as she digested the information. "Is it likely that they'll call you?" "Probably," he replied after managing another spoonful of cereal without dropping any. "There are a lot of technical aspects to the project that are more in my expertise than Robins." "So it would be better if you were able to be there in person?" "Probably," he replied once again, meaning that it would definitely be better. He dug another tiny spoonful of the cereal out of the bowl, but in getting it to his mouth, his wrist twisted just a little bit and most of it landed on his bib. Ugh! "What time are they meeting?" she asked. "This afternoon sometime," he replied as he dipped his spoon into the cereal again. Mel watched him trying to bring the cereal to his mouth - so carefully. He almost made it. While most of it went in, a tiny dribble of it appeared on his chin. Just like a baby! She grinned. She didn't know why, but suddenly she was finding it funny again. As soon as he had parked his car at work, Chad grabbed his purse and got out. He didn't bother hurrying into the building or even trying to hide his appearance. What would be the point? Everyone in the company had seen him or at least knew about him by now. As he walked, he was very much aware of his new necklaces moving around on his chest. He could not only feel them moving, he could hear them as they banged together with a slight but distinct clacking sound. His other necklace, the one with the pink stone, didn't do that. In fact, when he wore it, he hardly knew it was there. The heavy wooden bracelet on his wrist felt weird as it moved around too. The other women in the company had been after him to get some new jewelry - new earrings too. What would they think of what he was wearing now? Would they like it? He hoped so. In a way, he couldn't wait to show it all off. That thought almost made him stop where he was. How strange it was that he should feel like that after being so afraid of anybody seeing him for so long. He let out a small sigh as he continued walking. Things had changed. In fact, judging by the way everything had been going lately, he was betting that things were still changing. As he reached his cubicle, he realized that he was peeing yet again. That was bad because he hadn't realized he was going to. Mel's little games all weekend were starting to make things more difficult than ever for him. He definitely needed to keep a closer watch and get back all his control. He prayed that next time he had to pee he would at least have some pre-notification! Slightly worried about it, he stowed his purse into his desk drawer and booted up his computer. "Hi Sissy," Robin called as she walked past to her own cubical. "Hi Robin," Chad called over the wall so she could hear him. He turned around in his chair, knowing that she would probably be right back. He wasn't disappointed. She returned in less than a minute. "I've got to stop carrying so much stuff with me!" she exclaimed as she rounded the corner into his cubicle. Chad smiled up at her, wondering if she would notice what he was wearing. "Why do you bring it all?" he asked. But Robin was staring intently at him, more interested in what he was wearing than in his dumb question. She answered anyway. "Because I might want some of it," she replied as a smile began to creep onto her face. "Hey, you got your ears pierced!" Chad beamed. "What do you think?" He turned his head slightly from side to side so she could see them better. "Do they look okay?" "Very pretty! I like all the different colors in them. Where did you get it done?" "In the mall." "The mall? Were there a lot of people around, or was it mostly private?" Chad rolled his eyes. "A ton of people!" "And you still had it done there? You're very brave!" Chad just shrugged. "Not really. It just kind of happened." He grabbed his necklaces. "I got these in the same store." "I like them," Robin replied. "It's nice to see you wearing something different for a change. A big improvement!" He was still holding his necklaces, looking down at them when she noticed his nails. "Oh! That's a different color for you! Lavender!" Chad didn't know if he should be more surprised that she noticed his nail color or that she would be able to name the color correctly. He held his hand out so he could look at his nails too. "Yeah. The color seemed really strange at first, but it's starting to grow on me. I kind of like it." "You got your hair trimmed too." "You can tell?" "Of course. Why shouldn't I?" "I don't know. It just seems like a lot to notice." "Don't you notice all the differences in everyone?" He thought about that. "Not unless they're something major." She shook her head. "You've got an awful long way to go if you're going to be woman someday!" Chad had no intention of being a woman someday. But he had already been down that road with Robin before - unsuccessfully! "So overall, you approve?" he asked, with a bit of uncertainty. "Of course! Why wouldn't I?" "I don't know. I was just hoping, that's all. I'm kind of hoping everyone else will approve too." "You mean at break?" She smiled briefly then teased, "Does that mean that for once you're not going to fight with me about going?" Chad was startled by her question and blushed a bit. "I guess not... at least, maybe not today." Mel sat at her desk and stared at the calendar on her computer. Her last client had just left and she had a few minutes before she had to meet with the next one, but she didn't really feel much like doing any paperwork or even checking over her next client's folder. It was just one of those days where she really didn't feel much like working at all. Instead, she glanced through her list of things she needed to do. The items that caught most of her attention were the ones that involved Chad. She noticed that it was time to call Cassie again this morning with another slight change for Chad's training. No time like the present to take care of that little item. She dialed Cassie's cell phone, but only got her voice mail. She had to leave a message for Cassie to call her back. With a sigh, she picked up the folder for her next client and briefly looked through it. The client's problem wasn't anything major for her to handle - fortunately. Between her clients and Cassie's schedule, she played phone tag with Cassie for over an hour before she actually got to talk with her. "Hi Cassie," she finally said. "Hey Mel. What's up? You've been trying to reach me all morning." "Yeah, well, between the two of us, I guess we've been busy." "I know I have," Cassie replied. "So what can I do for you?" "You know how you've been only giving Chad the suppositories three days a week and then pretending to give him one on Tuesdays and Thursdays?" "Yeah?" "Well, I want you to reverse that now. Only give him the suppositories on Tuesday and Thursday and just pretend on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday." "That should be no problem. I'm pretty sure the poor guy still has no idea that he's not always getting them." "That's good," Mel replied. "And hopefully, the results will stay the same." After talking with Cassie, Mel glanced at her calendar again. She noticed that under tomorrow's date she had listed the poker game that she had made Chad get them into. She hadn't forgotten about it, but she had purposely avoided thinking about it further, just because she still didn't know why she wanted him to be there - for that matter, she didn't know why she wanted to be there either. She remembered some of Chad's concerns that he had expressed at the restaurant last week over what she would make him do or what she was going to make him wear. Speaking of what he was going to wear, what was she going to wear? She was only guessing that this was going to be one of those silly "guy" get-togethers where they all dressed like slobs. Ugh! Why did they have to do that? Didn't they have any pride? So what should she wear? She decided that maybe it wouldn't hurt to check with Chad to see what everyone had worn in the past. She reached for her phone and dialed his number. "Hey Sissy," Robin called from the entrance to his cubicle. "Ready for break?" Chad looked up from his computer and glanced at the time. "Break time already? Wow, where has the time gone?" He got up from his seat and started to walk out of his cubicle, but he suddenly heard his cell phone ringing - inside his purse - inside his desk drawer. He was tempted to not answer it, but Robin had already stopped and was looking back toward his drawer where the ringing was coming from. And besides, if it was Mel and he didn't answer, she'd probably kill him! As quickly as possible, he extracted his cell phone and opened it, forgetting in his hurry to check to see who was calling. "Hello?" Mel paused for a moment before she answered. She had just been about to hang up and try again later when he had answered - in the wrong voice. "Sissy? What took you so long?" she asked angrily. Chad knew instantly that he was in trouble. He fervently wished that Robin wasn't standing right next to him - or more preferably, that he was somewhere where nobody could hear him at all. He didn't dare use his sissy voice with Robin standing there. "Um... my phone was inside my purse, which was inside my desk drawer," he admitted. "And why aren't you using your sissy voice?" Mel asked even more angrily. "You know better than to talk, anywhere, in your old voice - especially to me!" "Um..." Chad didn't know how to reply. What could he say so that Robin wouldn't know what was going on? "We were just going to break," he finally replied. "To break! And... we? Who's we?" "Um... Robin and I." The Robin woman again! She was getting awfully tired of hearing about her! And now they were going to break together. The images that came to mind weren't nice! "I don't care who you're with! I don't care what you're doing! I want to hear you talking like you're supposed to - like a sissy! Now answer me properly!" Chad was horrified. He just couldn't! Not right now where Robin would hear. "I... I... I can't," he stammered fearfully. "Not right now." There was just no way he could do what Mel wanted right now. The whole company would know all too quickly exactly what was going on - not to mention that Mel was really his Mistress, not just his friend - not to mention how much of a sissy he really was. He just couldn't do it! Mel's temper started to boil. "We'll discuss this later!" she replied menacingly. "But you can be sure that it's at least one demerit - for now. And the next time I call you, you had better answer me properly!" Chad suddenly found himself holding a disconnected phone. He knew he was in big trouble - perhaps worse trouble than he had ever been in. Fearfully, he closed his phone. He glanced at his purse still in the drawer. Should he put the phone back in, or keep it out? He was so worried about Mel that he couldn't decide. "Trouble?" Robin asked. "Um..." Chad didn't really know how to answer. "Kind of." "What do you mean, kind of?" "Um..." He finally just shook his head. "Don't ask. It's complicated!" It was all Robin could do to keep from hitting him. Mel was angry! So angry that she had hung up her phone before he could make any other reply. He had been very insolent. She didn't care if his friend Robin was standing right next to him or not. He knew he was only supposed to use his sissy voice from now on! Well, he was in big trouble now! And all because of the Robin woman! She could just picture them together, walking hand in hand all through that building they were in as they headed to break together. Sissy, dressed in the very nice skirt and blouse outfit he was wearing today, and Robin - the tripe! Did she find him attractive dressed as a woman? She was sure of it! Some women were just that way and obviously Robin was one of them! Yes, it was definitely time to do something about the Robin woman... but what? It was a while before just the right idea came to mind. The idea actually satisfied her in so many ways and just thinking about it made her smile. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea. With more enthusiasm than anything else she had done all day, she opened her calendar again and selected the day she wanted. Then she began making another entry - "Take care of Robin!" That done, she turned her thoughts back to Chad - Sissy. Damn him for being so insolent! She thought she had him under better control than that. Another idea came to mind and she picked up her phone again to redial Cassie's number. For once, she actually got right through to her. "Hi Cassie. It's me again." "Hey Mel. Did you forget something earlier?" "No, but I have something I need you to do for me this morning." "Sure. What?" "Phone Sissy later this morning sometime. I want to know afterwards if he talked in his masculine voice at all, or in his sissy voice." "Uh... okay. What am I supposed to call him about?" "Anything. Nothing. Make something up or just don't talk to him and see how he answers. I don't care. I just want to know if he uses his sissy voice when he talks to you or his old male voice." "Okay," Cassie replied, somewhat surprised. "I guess I can do that." "Good, and let me know afterwards. Oh, and Cassie, if you can, don't tell him that I called you okay?" "Okay. Will do!" Mel's next phone call was to Sandy. "Hi Sandy," she said as soon as her call was answered. "Hi Mel. What can I do for you?" "I need you to phone Sissy for me, sometime after lunch today." "You can't do that yourself? Is there a problem?" "I've already talked to him and I've just asked Cassie to phone him too." "So why would you need me to call him?" "I need to find out if he talks to you in his Sissy voice or in his old masculine voice. And Sandy, don't tell him what it is I'm trying to find out. Don't even tell him that I called you. Can you do that?" "I guess so. I don't really see why not. I'll ask him how he liked the designs I did." "That should work just fine. Thanks Sandy." That taken care of, Mel finally forced herself to turn her thoughts back to work - and her next client. "So who was on the phone?" Robin asked as they headed toward the break room together. "Just a friend," Chad replied, a bit sullenly. "A friend? It didn't sound like it to me. It sounded more like you were taking to somebody dangerous, like a loan shark or something. Hey! Was it a loan shark?" "Geez! Where do you come up with some of these ideas? Of course it wasn't!" "Then who? Because whoever it was, clearly has you scared of something. And what is it that you can't do right now?" Chad was getting upset. Women! They always ask too many questions! Especially Robin! Once she started, she couldn't seem to stop! "It was just a friend," he repeated more firmly. "Anyone I know? Or anyone I know about?" Why couldn't she leave it alone? "I don't think you know her." "Her? Was it your friend Mel, your makeup lady, the one who sent you the flowers?" Chad was beginning to panic a bit. "Yeah, but I don't want to talk about it." "Well you were clearly afraid of something. So what was it that you can't do? Anything I can help with? And why should you be afraid of her?" Chad wanted to scream! Why couldn't she just leave it alone! "Like I said, I don't want to talk about it!" Robin dropped the subject, but only for the moment. It was another mystery amid the many mysteries that surrounded him! And she was determined to dig them all up - one way or another! There were four people in front of Chad as he stood in line to get coffee. Standing there in a skirt and blouse with high heels on his feet was beginning to feel more normal for him. And better, he finally realized that he needed to pee again and was now holding back. He glanced further down the counter, past the coffee, then turned back toward Robin. "No doughnuts again," he lamented. "I shouldn't be eating them anyway," she replied. "They undo all the good work I put in at the gym." "You're still going?" he asked, hoping that she would quit. "Tuesdays and Thursdays. And I intend to keep at it... for once." Chad did his best to smile, but he would rather she quit before she could find out more about him. He finally got his coffee and waited until Robin got hers, then together they headed over to the table where the women usually sat. The table was filling up fast. "Sissy!" One of the women exclaimed before he even sat down. "You finally got your ears pierced. I like them. Very colorful." "Thanks," Chad replied, slightly embarrassed - although he didn't really know why. "He had it done at the mall," Robin added. "I had mine done there," one of the women replied, "in one of the big jewelry stores. I think they were very good. At least, I never had any problems. Is that where you had it done?" Chad shook his head. "No, I had it done in one of the smaller stores that sell a lot of junk jewelry." He held his new necklaces up to show them. "You're kidding?" another woman said, obviously shocked. "I think I'd be afraid to have it done there. No telling what kind of equipment they use or how clean it is." "It just kind of happened," Chad explained. "It wasn't totally my idea." "So who helped you?" Robin asked. "You're friend Mel?" "Um... yeah. Kind of." "Kind of? Either she was there or she wasn't! Which is it?" "Uh... yeah, she was definitely there and she did definitely help." But Robin wasn't about to leave things alone just yet. "The same Mel who called you a few minutes ago? The same Mel that has you suddenly afraid?" "Afraid?" One of the women chirped in. "Do tell girl. What's going on? Come on, spill it! Maybe we can help." But that was the last thing that Chad wanted to do. "I don't want to talk about it!" he told everyone rather firmly. But Robin still wasn't about to let things rest. "There's something that Mel wants him to do," she told everyone. "Something he thinks he can't do. And now he seems to be awfully nervous about it." "Who's Mel?" one of the women asked. "Just a friend!" Chad replied. "She's been helping him dress like a woman," Robin added. "From what little I've been able to drag out of him, she seems to be his main source of help. I know she's been teaching him makeup and a few other things." "Well if she's been that much help to you, what is it that you think you can't do?" someone asked. "It sounds to me like she's been an awful good friend to you." "I would think so!" another woman added. "I doubt there are really many women around who would be willing to... um... you know... like, take you under her wing, so to speak." "And considering how well you seem to be doing so far," yet another woman added, "I would think that you would be anxious to follow any of her suggestions." "So what is it that she wants you to do?" one of the first women asked. Chad wanted to scream! "Like I said," he replied, carefully controlling his voice, "I don't want to talk about it." "I wonder if she wants him to see a doctor now," someone suggested. "Talk to him about getting some hormones." "Sounds reasonable," someone else replied. "I would think that would be the direction he's heading in." "No, it's not hormones!" Chad said, trying to quickly squash that idea before they could take it any further. "So what could possibly be so bad?" one of the women asked again. "Look, if you're brave enough to wear dresses in public all the time, then I can't imagine what could be that much worse." But Chad simply refused to give them any more details. "I'm not going to talk about it!" he said one more time. "You've got a long way to go towards being a woman!" one of them said in rather a huffy tone of voice. "Women talk about these things. We have to! We help each other out!" But Chad just shook his head and said, "I can't." Help each other out? It was more like just wanting to spread the gossip! Chad was disappointed when he got back to his cubicle. Things at break hadn't gone anything at all like he expected - mostly because of Robin. Nobody had even mentioned his new necklace or bracelet. All they wanted to talk about was his problem - his latest problem, with Mel. Women! Why did he have to envy them so much? He sat back in his chair and stared at the cubicle walls around him. He missed the colorful flowers he had enjoyed all last week. They had added a lot of brightness and color to his drab little workplace. But mostly, his mind was fuddled with thoughts of how Mel might punish him later. He knew he was in for it - big time! But he simply wasn't about to go around talking in that silly sissy voice everywhere. No way! While he wasn't looking forward to the beating he would probably get tonight, it would eventually be over and done with. And hopefully, by tomorrow, things would get back to normal again - his new normal anyway. He hoped. He was startled to hear his phone ringing again, still inside his purse, still inside of his desk drawer. Panicking that it might be Mel calling again, he tore his phone out as fast as he could. Why had he put it back there again? He took half a moment to glance at who was calling. Cassie, not Mel - fortunately. "Hello?" he said as fast as he could. Since it was just Cassie, he wasn't worried about running anywhere and having to use his sissy voice where no one could hear him. "Hi Sissy," Cassie's voice replied. "I just wanted to let you know that there's a slight chance I could be late today when you get here. Most likely I'll be here, but I just wanted you to be prepared, just in case." "Oh. That's fine," Chad replied. "I'm just glad you warned me. Do you need me to come a bit later, or not come at all?" "No. It would really be best if you came at your usual time. Like I said, I should be here." "Oh, okay. No problem. Thanks for letting me know." Chad closed his phone, but he set it on top of his desk instead of putting it back in his purse. It was considerate of Cassie to warn him like that, even if she should be there on time. "Was that your friend Mel?" Robin called over the wall between them. "No, it wasn't," Chad called back in a very exasperated tone of voice. But Robin's only reply was, "Oh." The receptionist at the gym spotted Chad's car driving into the parking lot. She glanced around as he was getting out of the car with is big pink bag. There weren't many people in the gym just then. For once things were fairly quiet. She wanted to tease him again when he came in. In fact, she almost felt like it was her duty to tease him. But today she was at a small loss as to how. "Hiiiiiii... Sissy," she said with a big smile on her face the moment he walked in. Chad hated having to face her every time he came in, and lately, ever since his "performance" here last week, she had been so much worse! He was immediately wary when he noticed her forward attitude. "Hi," he replied cautiously. "Is Cassie back yet?" Clearly the receptionist was caught off guard by his question. "Back? From where? She didn't go anywhere - that I know of." "Oh," Chad replied. "She phoned me earlier to warn me that she might be late. So she's here?" "Of course!" "Can you get her for me? Please?" The receptionist might have been taken off guard by his question, but she recovered quickly. "You didn't curtsey for me yet," she noted. Ugh! Chad would have asked if he had to, but he knew better. She could be so stubborn sometimes. He dropped a quick curtsey for her. "And you didn't say 'Hello' in your funny little voice." Double ugh! He curtseyed once again and said hello in his sissy voice for her. "Now will you please get her for me?" She leaned over the counter and lowered her voice. "Are you here to get your diapers changed again?" She giggled the moment she finished her question. "Yeah. As usual," Chad admitted. He was worried about what else she might want to know. He clearly remembered her feeling him all over last week, trying to feel his diapers under his clothes. "I suppose they're all covered up so I can't see them again." "Just like always," Chad replied. Why couldn't she just go get Cassie and leave it at that? She pouted. "Oh pooh! It's just no fun if I can't see them." "I don't know why you'd want to." "Because I do! I'm... interested!" Chad didn't think that was the real reason at all. "Will you please just get..." But before he could finish his question, she was leaning forward again with a rather expectant smile on her face. "Can I watch today?" Chad was dumbfounded. "Can you... No! Of course not!" She had only just thought of the idea a moment before she asked the question. But now that she had asked it, she rather liked the idea. "I wonder what Cassie will say when I ask her?" She immediately hurried off with a slight giggle to find Cassie before he could say anything else. Chad was stunned as he watched her back disappearing around the corner. He desperately hoped that Cassie would say no to her - rather frightening - request. Cassie and the receptionist appeared at the same time. The receptionist hurried back to her place behind the counter, giggling and eyeing him all the way. Chad kept an eye on her as he dropped a curtsey for Cassie and told her hello. "Let's go, Sissy," she said. "You know the way." Chad was relieved to see the receptionist staying where she was as he followed Cassie back through the gym to their usual office. As soon as the door was closed, he had to ask. "Did she..." Cassie smiled broadly. "Yes she did! That is, if you're wondering if she asked if she could watch." "And what did you say?" "I said not today." Not today! But that didn't rule out in the future. He started to get undressed. "I also told her I would have to check with Mel first." The very mention of Mel made him stop what he was doing as he remembered the trouble he was in. When Cassie asked her, and he had no doubt at all that she would, would Mel say yes... just to punish him? It was entirely all too possible. Having something more to worry about, he resumed getting undressed. A few minutes later, another baby bottle in his mouth, he felt Cassie unfastening his very soaked diapers. "Wow! You're even more soaked than usual today - if that's possible!" Cassie exclaimed as she peeled the sodden diapers back. Chad didn't want to tell her that he had wet himself without knowing he was going to do it - more times than he was happy about that morning. He had only regained all his control a few hours ago, and even then, he had missed once or twice. Cassie noted his still tiny penis trapped inside his chastity device. She grabbed the device and shook it back and forth a few times - no reaction. She didn't bother spending any more time on it. She quickly wiped clean his front side before pulling his soaked diapers out from under him. Quickly, she slipped the two fresh diapers that she had prepared while he was undressing underneath him. "Roll over, Sissy. Let's see your backside now." This was the part that Chad loved - usually... now. He set his baby bottle aside and rolled over, anxious for what he hoped she would do with him... to him. Cassie quickly wiped off his backside. Then she liberally squirted some baby lotion into one hand and rubbed some onto her other hand. Then she placed her hands right down onto his backside. She saw his back arch a bit at the pleasurable feeling. She started rubbing her hands all around his backside, massaging the baby lotion into him. She watched as he laid his head down on his arms, lost in the pleasure. "I wonder what little Cindy would think if she saw me doing this to you?" Chad came back to reality with a visible snap. "Cindy?" "Our receptionist out front. She did ask to watch." "I'm so glad you said no. Thank you." Cassie giggled a bit as she continued to massage him. "I only said no for today. I don't know what Mel will say when I ask her." Chad didn't want to think about that, but the more he tried not to think about it, the more he couldn't get it off his mind. What did interrupt his thoughts though was Cassie telling him to hike his knees up under him, making his backside a much better target for her attention. While he was getting into position, she reached into her desk drawer and pulled out the toy she usually used on him. He got ready quickly. She squirted a bit more baby lotion onto her toy to get it ready. She didn't put the toy against him right away. Instead, she pushed her finger up against his tiny asshole first. She felt him pushing back against her slightly, but not hard. She increased the pressure and saw an ever so slight shudder run along his body. She pushed a bit harder and her finger slipped inside. She pushed her finger in a bit further, then pulled it back a bit. In, then out. In, then out. Within moments, he was rocking back and forth to the rhythm she had set. She pulled her finger out and set the tip of her ribbed dildo up against him instead. She saw another slight shudder go through him. She pushed on it ever so gently, then harder. But the moment it started to go in, he pushed back, harder than she expected. He wanted it that much! But she didn't want him to have it all yet. She only let about half of it go in before she held it back. She pulled it out, then slowly inserted it again. Then she stopped keeping it in place for a few moments before she did it again. Each time she pushed it in, he pushed back, wanting it to go faster, harder. But by doing it the way that she was, she forced him to accept her pace, not the pace that he wanted. Eventually, she saw him stop trying to control it. Only then did she push it in and out of him more continuously. After a while, he began trying to control it again - and she held the toy steady to let him. He began rocking back and forth, pulling it out of himself, then pushing it back in. Over and over again. Cassie leaned over him and very quietly said, "I wonder how much little Cindy will enjoy seeing you do this?" She giggled as she saw his eyes suddenly open wide and look back slightly at her - while he kept rocking. In fact, his rocking suddenly got harder - much harder. Obviously the thought of someone else seeing what he was doing was affecting him. Chad tried his best to get the relief he so desperately craved. He wished though that Cassie hadn't mentioned letting the receptionist watch. The very thought of it scared him - and stimulated him too, although he didn't know why. But as usual, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get there. He just couldn't reach that place of ultimate pleasure and satisfaction that he so desperately craved. And then he suddenly felt something warm and wet splashing down his legs that were pulled up under him. He was peeing again - without knowing he was going to do it! He stopped his rocking quickly, pulling out as much as he was able as he tried to pull his now wet legs away from the pee that was dripping down on them. He tried to look down and under himself to see how bad it was. Cassie saw him suddenly stop, which surprised her. But then she saw him just as quickly trying to look at something under him. She looked down and saw the pee still running out of him, straight down onto the fresh diapers she had just laid under him. Still holding the dildo where it was in him, she giggled as she watched until he was done. She leaned over him. "Are you going to do that for Cindy too?" His reaction was more like a physical jolt as he lifted his head to stare at her. But his quick motion also shoved the dildo further back into him again, which sent a new wave of pleasure into him. Once again he began fucking himself desperately on it. Chad's newfound desperation for pleasure didn't last very long. Very shortly, he slowed, then stopped, dropping his head down to the floor to let Cassie know that he was finished. He didn't even know why he bothered to try so hard. Getting what he wanted was impossible! He guessed he just liked it that much. He didn't even bother to look back or move until he felt Cassie finishing putting the damn suppository up inside of him. Only then did he roll back over onto his back and grab his baby bottle again. Cassie pulled the first of his two diapers up into place and taped it closed. She leaned closer to his head. "Wouldn't it be fun to let Cindy do this for you next time?" she asked. She had to giggle again as she saw him shudder and his eyes open wide. He stayed just like that the entire time she pulled his second diaper into place and taped it firmly closed. "What's eating you?" Gloria asked as soon as she and Mel had both placed their orders for lunch. "Ugh!" Mel grunted. "It's just one of those days. You know?" Gloria smiled. "That time again, huh?" Mel nodded. "Plus, Sissy's been giving me a bit of trouble today." "A bit of trouble? Like what?" "Like not talking properly!" The moment she said it, Mel seemed to get more agitated. "He knows how I want him to behave! He knows how I want him to talk! But you should have heard how insolent he was when I called him at work this morning! Not only was everything all wrong, he outright refused to do it right! What's gotten into him?" She leaned slightly closer. "It's that Robin woman he works with! I'm sure of it! She's probably filling his silly little head with all kinds of wrong ideas." Mel leaned back in her seat before continuing. "Well, I'm going to fix her. I'm going to fix it so that she'll stay away from him - far away!" Gloria had rarely seen Mel this worked up over something. And worse, she couldn't be sure just how justified Mel might be in whatever she had planned. "Do I want to know what you're planning to do?" Mel smiled wickedly. "Probably... not!" Gloria nodded. "I thought so." "You wouldn't be willing to slip a few bits into your next session with him to make him mind me better, would you?" Gloria shook her head. "I'm not even going to get into that!" Chad stowed his purse in his drawer as soon as he got back from lunch and sat down at his desk. He placed his cell phone on top of his desk. He didn't want to have to dig it out so quickly again. Lunch had been great! Well, at least the part where he got to eat something. It was the first solid food he had eaten since Friday! Once again he had been through an entire weekend of eating just baby food... well, mostly baby food. The dinner he had cooked last night wasn't really baby food, but Mel had reduced it to that just the same. He heard Robin talking in the next cubicle over - probably on the phone. He figured it was safe enough. He clicked on the icon on his desktop to open up the spreadsheet he kept for tracking his progress on the bet. He looked at the column next to today's date. Twenty-five days to go. In some ways, an eternity. Yet in other ways, the time was definitely growing shorter. But the question was, could he still win? Could he still pull it off? He was fairly certain he could. After all, he knew his own body well and what it could do. He always regained everything very fast. The troubling thing though, was that after this past weekend, he had been having a lot of trouble regaining that control once again. Mel's diaper games had definitely had an effect on him this time. But he was once again in control of himself - if you didn't count what happened at the gym - and that was kind of understandable considering what Cassie was doing to him at the time. He moved up to the row for last Friday. How long had he managed to hold back? He couldn't quite remember for sure, but for some reason he thought that it might have been about eighteen and a half minutes. Or should he round it up to nineteen minutes? Either way, it was better than the eighteen minutes he had put down for the day before. Just as an attempt to be more correct, he filled in eighteen and a half minutes. Progress in the right direction! But what would he be filling in for today when he got to it. He had no illusions that he would make eighteen minutes again. He'd just have to hope for the best today and try as hard as he could. He closed the spreadsheet once again, unwilling to look anymore at his reasons for winning the bet. Mel had left him with all too much to think about concerning that issue. "Hey Mel. I'm glad I reached you," Cassie said as soon as she heard Mel answer her phone. "Hi Cassie. You have news?" "I'll say! First of all, when I called him, he definitely didn't talk in his sissy voice. In fact, it took me a minute to make sure I was talking to the right person. I'm not used to hearing his male voice anymore." Mel was slightly disappointed - in a way. Still it was just as she suspected he'd do. "That's kind of what I figured he'd do," she told Cassie. "Thanks for doing that for me." "No problem," Cassie replied. "By the way, our little receptionist here asked me today if she could watch while I change his diapers." "She did?" Mel was very surprised to hear that. "What did you tell her?" "I told her not today, but that I would ask you about it. She seemed fairly pleased with my answer. So what should I tell her?" Her question actually caught Mel off guard. "Geez! I never thought about anyone else there." "I know. She kind of surprised me too. But Mel, let me tell you, while I was... uh... working with Chad today, I mentioned her watching a few times, just to kid with him, you know? And each time I brought it up, you should have seen how he reacted. I think the idea scares him, but at the same time, I think it turns him on too." Mel digested that. "Yeah, that figures! Knowing him, it probably would turn him on!" "So what should I tell her?" Mel thought about it, but she had too many other problems with Chad just then to decide one way or another. Besides, she wasn't there at lunchtimes to change him. She didn't really know the situation. "Tell you what Cassie, you decide. I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave it all up to you this time. Use your best judgment." Cassie paused for a moment before she replied. "Okay, I guess. We'll just have to see how things go in the future." Robin poked her head into Chad's cubicle for a moment. "Okay, Sissy, I'm off to the meeting. Is there anything you want me to bring up for you?" Chad turned in his chair to answer her. "No. Good luck." She smiled, "Thanks. And you'll be standing by to answer any questions?" He picked up his cell phone from the desk to show her. But before he could put it down again, it rang. Chad was so startled he almost dropped it. "You're getting a lot of calls today," Robin noted as he opened his phone. Chad had checked to see who was calling and was surprised to see Sandy's name there. "Hello?" "Hi Sissy," Sandy replied. "I was just checking to see if there was anything else you needed me to design for you before I send you my bill." "Uh... no thanks. I think you've given me plenty to look at." Sandy actually giggled at his answer. "Okay then, I just wanted to check, that's all." "Yeah. Thanks Sandy." Chad closed his phone. "Who's Sandy?" Robin asked. "I asked her to do some design work for redecorating my apartment." Robin was suddenly very interested. "You're redecorating?" "Eventually." "Did she come up with anything good?" "Some of it," Chad replied. "Some I wasn't as happy with." Mel's phone rang and she noticed that it was Sandy calling back. "Hello," she said as soon as she connected. "Hi Mel. I just wanted to let you know that I called him." "And what voice did he use?" "Definitely his male voice. I don't think he even thought about speaking any other way." Mel sighed. Again, it was just as she suspected. "Okay, thanks Sandy. I appreciate your help." "No problem Mel. Anytime." Mel sat back in her chair to think. It was really the same old problem that she still had no way to solve. How could she get him to use his sissy voice all the time? She had already yelled at him earlier - and obviously that didn't work. She knew that tonight he was going to be in for a major beating and she was fairly certain that he was aware of that as well. But she still had no other method than the beatings she was giving him now. She was tempted to call him and let him know that he would be getting more demerits - one for Cassie's call and another one for Sandy's call, but she decided to wait a little while first. She had a meeting with another client in a few minutes and she really didn't want to get any more upset before hand than she already was. Chad sat back in his chair - waiting for his phone to ring. But now that he wanted it to ring, it was remaining stubbornly quiet. He could have been doing other work, but he just didn't feel like it. In a way, he was glad that he wasn't at the meeting with the client. Dressed as he was, it would be horribly embarrassing. He was fairly sure that the clients wouldn't exactly like it either. But on the other hand, he was rather proud of what he had built for them and would have liked to get some direct credit for it from the people who would actually be using it. If it wasn't for the way he was dressed... and the things that Mel made him do... and the bet in general, then he would have gladly been in that meeting. As it was, Robin was now representing both of them. He kind of resented that a bit, but then, what other solution was there? The longer he sat without his phone ringing, the more useless he began to feel. Didn't anybody have any questions he could answer? Was it possible that Robin knew everything? Maybe they didn't really need him. Was it a sign that the company might be able to do without him? None of the other work he was currently doing was really very important. It was mostly a lot of busywork that just needed doing. Were they trying to tell him something by ignoring him? He began to wish harder than ever for his phone to ring. As he waited, he realized he had to pee again - fortunately. He quickly noted the time and began holding back. At least holding back gave him something different to worry about instead of only wondering why nobody was calling him. As the minutes ticked on, holding back became harder and harder. He got up from his seat to walk around his cubicle, hoping the movement would help. It helped, but only slightly, and only for a few moments. Eventually, he sat down again for the same reason. And then he felt it leaking out of him. The pressure was just too much to hold back, and with an audible explosion of his breath he let it loose. He checked the clock. Nine minutes. Pitiful! But much better than anything he had done yet today. "Hey Chad." Robin's sudden appearance at the entrance to his cubicle startled him. "Hi Robin. Is the meeting over already?" "Yeah. It was a total waste of time. Mostly, Tom went through everything, then he turned all the materials over to them. They didn't even have any questions." "No questions at all?" "Nope. I just sat there like a lump the whole time." Chad suddenly began to feel better. "So are you ready for break?" she asked. Her question surprised him. "Break time already?" he asked as he checked the time. "Duh! What do you think?" It was indeed time. Where had the afternoon gone? But did he want to go? Lately, everybody had way too many questions that he wasn't willing to answer. But if he didn't go, then Robin would only make some kind of a fuss. He got out of his chair and followed her out to the hallway. "So have you patched things up yet with your friend Mel?" Robin asked as they walked. "Patched things up?" He almost laughed. The real answer was a big definite no! But he couldn't tell her that. "There was nothing to patch up," he told her instead. "So what was your problem?" He paused searching for some acceptable way to answer. Finally he replied. "It's complicated." "I hate you!" There was no line for coffee. Chad only had to wait for Robin to get hers. But as he was waiting he saw Derek already sitting at a table by himself. Derek motioned slightly toward one of the empty seats at his table, inviting Chad over. Chad leaned closer to Robin. "I'm going to go see what Derek wants," he said. Robin turned and looked at Derek then waved coyly at him. "Your boyfriend!" she teased. "Go get him girl!" Chad just rolled his eyes as he poured his own coffee. "Hi Derek," Chad said as he walked up to the table. "Cha... I mean, hi Sissy. You still coming to the game tomorrow night?" Chad sat down before he answered. "As far as I know." But what he didn't say was that he'd much rather not be there. Especially with what he su