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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 40 (Wednesday - week 6) He tossed and turned on his blow-up mattress for hours, trying vainly to fall asleep. At first he thought it was that he simply couldn't get comfortable. His glued-on breast forms were bulky and uncomfortable, his chastity device was irritating, and the pins from the earrings in his ears kept sticking him. The only thing that he didn't consider as bothersome was the bulk of his diapers, which ever so gradually grew larger all night long. He was just beginning to finally doze off when the damn suppository she had stuck up inside of him suddenly went to work. He hadn't felt that in quite a while now - not at night anyway. He hated the feeling so much that he was actually glad he never felt it when he slept anymore. After that, his bulky, and now messy diapers, did bother him. Why was it that Mel had been so tired and drunk last night that she wanted to go straight to bed, but not tired and drunk enough to skip putting the stupid suppository up inside of him? The oblivion of sleep just didn't seem to be possible for him. All night long his mind kept going over and over what had happened at the poker game. And one thought more than any other kept hammering at his brain - he was going to have to go out on a date with Derek! Something in his brain recognized the fact that he had consumed way too much sugar and caffeine from all the Cokes he had been forced to drink during the game - which also accounted for why he probably couldn't sleep... not to mention why he also kept feeling himself peeing so much. If he could just fall asleep, then he wouldn't have to worry about anything! At least not for a little while. And he needed sleep! He had to work tomorrow... or was it today? Finally, without his conscious knowledge, he did drift off into a dream filled slumber. Yet his dreams echoed the worries that were foremost on his conscious mind. He saw himself wearing a tasteful feminine dress. In fact his whole outfit appeared tasteful. He felt wonderful in it - and very feminine. But the wonderful feelings of feeling pretty and feminine were overpowered by other feelings - disturbing feelings, feelings of awkwardness, feelings that everything was all wrong, and mostly... feelings of fear! Because in his dream, he was walking hand in hand with Derek, and he could feel the wrongness in the very pit of his stomach! The wrongness grew as his dream progressed to an intimate dinner with Derek. It grew much worse as he dreamed of dancing with Derek. And then he was sitting in Derek's lap, looking up at his face, looking up at his lips... knowing that a passionate kiss was coming. Part of him actually wanted that kiss... yearned for it... wanted to experience it! Yet at the same time, the greater part of him was horrified by the thought. The feeling of wrongness became like a black undeniable cancer that ate threw him - even though that tiny piece of him still wanted to feel the softness of Derek's lips touching his own feminine lips. He wanted that kiss, yet he wanted to run... to get away. Derek's lips slowly drew nearer, closer to his own. And the closer their lips came, the more he could sense how Derek's lips would feel touching his own. Slowly the distance closed, until his whole world was Derek's lips coming at him. The more they moved closer, the more he wanted that kiss... and at the same time, the more the feeling of wrongness and horror grew. It was a nightmare! It was the most intimate pleasure! Both - all rolled up in one! He wanted to melt into the kiss, yet he wanted to scream in distress! And the moment Derek's lips did finally touch his own... and he felt that soft pleasure... and he felt the overwhelming wrongness of it all boil over to where his body could no longer contain it... he screamed! Loudly! He screamed with every ounce of breath that his body could hold! He woke up as his scream in the real world was still dying... still escaping his physical lungs. Yet as his breath ran out and the scream died, the sound of it still seemed to linger around him, then it seemed to change. As he panted, trying to catch his breath, he realized that the sound now surrounding him was the sound of the rock music being blared out by his pink clock radio. It was morning already. Ugh! He felt like he hadn't slept a wink! He struggled off of his blow-up mattress and killed the sound coming from the radio. For once, the sudden silence that filled the room wasn't much better. Still trying to gather his wits, he stumbled and waddled out of his bedroom toward his kitchen - even as remnants of his dream still played thorough his head. He hated nights when he couldn't sleep. He hated the mornings after even more. Fortunately, he was usually a very sound sleeper so it didn't happen often. As he entered the kitchen, he began looking on the counter for her note... but he didn't see one. Had she left one? She always left one! She always came in while he was sleeping and left him a note with instructions for the morning! But even though he looked all around, he didn't see one. Had she forgotten him? Abandoned him? More likely, she had just been too damn drunk to remember! Well, there was rarely anything new in her notes anyway. His routine was supposed to be pretty much the same - he supposed. He went to his refrigerator and pulled out three baby bottles - two of her lousy green tea and one of apple juice. He headed for his lonely, solitary chair - the only piece of furniture he really owned - and he collapsed down onto it. He put the first bottle of tea to his mouth and began drinking. He barely saw the childish pictures on the wall in front of his eyes, instead, images and feelings of dread from his dream played across his mind. He had to go out on a date with Derek. She was going to make him go out on a date with Derek. And it was sooooo wrong! Mel groaned as she pulled her pillow tighter against her head. She felt sick! Her mouth tasted rancid! Okay, it was only four beers - or five... she thought. But it felt like she had drunk a whole keg because the aches and pains from her period only made things that much worse. Her clock radio had gone off a few minutes earlier and she had already turned it off and tried to go back to sleep. But now she had to pee so badly it was beginning to hurt! Why had she drunk so much last night? Hadn't she promised herself before that she'd never touch another alcoholic drink again? Why the hell hadn't she kept that promise? Between the beer and the queasiness in her stomach from her period, she felt nauseous! She rolled out of bed and hurried to the bathroom - bent nearly in two. Peeing helped, but not a lot. Her pad was a mess. She considered not changing it since she would be getting a shower soon, but the idea that a fresh pad might help her feel better won out. After that, she brushed her teeth - thoroughly! But she could still taste all the beer she swilled last night - and it didn't taste good! Yuck! She went back to her bedroom and grabbed her robe - not for warmth, but hoping it would provide her with at least a bit of comfort. It worked - sort of. Then she headed slowly out toward her kitchen, realizing as she went that her head felt wooly and stuffy. She promised herself yet again that she'd never touch another drop to drink as long as she lived! Unless it was coffee! Making the coffee was automatic - she didn't even have to think about it. Waiting for it to perk though was bothersome. As she waited, her head cleared enough to start remembering things from last night. Not all at once, but little scenes at a time. She remembered getting Sissy ready - and the outrageous outfit that she had made him wear. She almost laughed over it - even now, as bad as she felt. She remembered playing cards. She remembered making him go into George's bathroom to clean it. She remembered the trouble he was having with his skirt continually riding up, exposing a piece of his ever growing diapers underneath - again she almost laughed. It seemed that just thinking about Sissy was making her feel better. Her coffee finished enough that she could pour herself a cup. Mmmm! She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes. She would live - hopefully! Coffee, the elixir of life! Still thinking about the card game last night, she carried her cup out to the living room where she sat down in one of her softer chairs. She remembered talking to the guys last night about Sissy's voice - now his "girly" voice. She didn't like it as much as his sissy voice, but sometimes compromises had to be tolerated. Her eyes opened a bit wider as she remembered asking all the guys to pass the word around where he worked to keep reminding Sissy to use only his girly voice - effectively blocking him from ever using his male voice! And something within her cheered! She had done it! She had finally found a way to deprive him of yet another male trait! He could no longer speak in his male voice - or very soon he wouldn't be able to... because she fully intended on following up on that little piece of work today - as soon as possible! Despite the queasiness in her stomach, and despite the aches from her period and despite the wooliness in her head, she was starting to feel much better now. She was starting to feel positively great! Relatively speaking that is. It seemed that coffee combined with thoughts of Sissy were very affective in curing all her ills. Now if they could just cure her periods! As she took another sip of her coffee, she remembered one more thing from last night. She had set up a double date with Sissy's friends Ray and Derek! Okay, they were both hunks, but she seemed to remember that she liked Derek more because Ray was a lying womanizing sleaze! But had she really been that drunk? And somehow, since Derek was going to be "technically" out with Sissy, she almost felt like Sissy was the lucky one! Why couldn't Derek have won last night instead of Ray? She stopped to think about that for a moment. Okay, she was still a bit out of sorts here this morning - for various reasons. But... was she actually jealous? Of Sissy? Impossible! Not being able to stand that thought any longer, she quickly downed the rest of her coffee and headed straight for the shower to soak, and hopefully clear her stupid head. Chad stared at his image in the mirror and tried desperately to take a mental inventory to make sure he had everything correct. He was so tired that he felt groggy and dimwitted. Two diapers - check. Plastic panties - check. Waist cincher - check. Overly tight all-in-one girdle over his diapers, waist cincher and supporting his glued on breasts - check. Pantyhose - check. Colorful dress - check. Strappy high heeled shoes - check. Woman's watch - check. Wooden bracelet on his other wrist - check. Two of the three wooden necklaces around his neck - check. The clear earrings in his ears - check. The pink ring on his finger - check. Hair curled - check. Makeup right - check. And one other little item that came to mind... chastity device - also check - unfortunately. Since it was locked on, he really didn't have to think about that one. Did he have everything? He hoped so, because his brain didn't want to function enough to think of anything else. You'd think that dressing like a woman wouldn't be so involved - so much work! He knew better now. Still wishing for more sleep, he grabbed his purse, his freshly stocked diaper bag, and the plastic bag containing the six empty baby bottles - three that he had finished last night before trying to go to sleep, along with another three he had just finished this morning. With a deep breath for courage and to try to wake himself up a bit more, he went out his door and headed to Mel's apartment next door. Mel half-heartedly stirred at the baby cereal in the pot on her stove. The doorbell rang and she looked up at the clock. He was right on time - darn it for once! She tried to pull herself together and gain a bit more enthusiasm as she headed to open her front door. She pulled it open and there he was - colorful this morning - in all his splendor... while she felt like shit! She watched his usual greeting and noted that it still sent waves of pleasure throughout her. Then she noticed the smile on his face. Shit. Obviously he felt better than she did... of that she was definitely jealous! "Hi Sissy," she managed to get out pleasantly as she stood back out of the way to let him in. She waited until he had set his purse and diaper bag down on the floor under her table by the door. She looked him over carefully. The colorful dress again today. Yes he did look good in it - don't be jealous Mel, he doesn't look that good! "I see you're wearing the clear earrings today," she noted out loud. "I haven't worn them yet so I thought I'd try them. I hope they're okay." She nodded. "They're fine. The colorful ones would have gone better with your dress, but those are just fine." She really didn't want to see any more. "Get yourself into the kitchen and up into your highchair. I've got your breakfast almost ready." A few minutes later, Chad sat, locked into his highchair, bib around his neck, eating baby cereal while he held the tiny baby spoon in his left fist. He was hoping that maybe eating something might wake him up more, but so far... "How are you feeling today?" Mel asked as she leaned back with another cup of coffee against her counter. Chad looked up at her and shook his head. "Lousy! I don't think I got any sleep at all last night!" Mel silently cheered. She wasn't the only one feeling bad today. "Why not? You didn't have any beer last night." Chad just shrugged. "I don't know. Too hyped up I guess." "Over what?" "Having to go out with Derek!" Mel was surprised. "You're looking forward to it that much?" "No! I'm dreading it that much! Do you have any idea how wrong that is? And did it have to be Derek for heaven's sake? I mean... he's my friend! One of my best friends!" Mel smiled. "Would you rather that it was Ray you were going with?" "No!" Then he quickly changed his mind. "Yes! At least then it wouldn't be with my best friend." Mel almost found it amusing that they were each going with the wrong guy. She'd rather be going with Derek, and he would be more comfortable with Ray. The luck of the cards... that's all there was to it. Robin moved stiffly as she walked past Chad's cubicle. All the exercise she had put her body through last night was making itself known this morning. "Hi Sissy," she called as she walked past. As she got to her desk, she heard him returning the greeting back over the wall. She gratefully set her things down on her desk and stretched her hands and arms to relieve them. Exercise! Who needs it! She sighed - she did! Without bothering to check her face or hair in her mirror, she walked next door to his cubicle. "How'd it go?" she asked the moment she walked in. His back was to her as he was checking the email on his machine. She noticed he was wearing that gorgeous colorful dress again. Chad turned in his seat. "Hi Robin," he replied, ignoring her question and trying to sound cheerful - unsuccessfully. Robin leaned up against his desk. "I love that dress on you," she exclaimed. Chad looked briefly down at his dress. "Thanks." "So how did it go last night?" she asked again. "You mean the game?" "Of course, you idiot! What else?" He shrugged. "Okay, I guess." "That's it? Just okay?" "Why not? It was okay. I didn't win if that's what you mean." Robin just shook her head. "So what did you wind up wearing?" She noticed his eyes going wide and the brief look of fright that suddenly crossed his face. She saw him actually shake his head for a moment before he finally answered. "Just a skirt and blouse." Robin had the funny feeling that there might be more to it than that. "That's it? You can't describe it any better than that? What skirt and blouse? What did they look like? Were they ones I've seen before?" She shook her head. "You've really got a long way to go!" Chad just shrugged. He didn't want to tell her any more than that - for sure! "No, they weren't ones you've seen before." "That's it? You're not going to tell me anything more?" He just shook his head. "Not today." Robin suddenly noticed something else about him. "Hey, are you feeling alright? You look kind of... not yourself." "I didn't get much sleep last night," Chad admitted. "Why not?" Chad shrugged his shoulders again. "Things on my mind, I guess." "Geez! Getting information out of you is practically impossible! You're being very irritating again! So what things were keeping you up all night? Obviously it had to be problems." He was irritating? What did she think she was? "Yeah, you could say that. Definitely problems. Actually, one big problem." "For heaven's sake, stop being so secretive and tell me what it is!" Chad looked down at the floor, wondering if he should really tell her or not. "It's just... the poker game," he finally said. "The game? What happened?" A big possibility suddenly leapt to her mind. "You didn't lose too much money, did you?" Chad shook his head. "No, actually I didn't lose all that much. It was... something else." Robin tried to think what could possibly have been so bad. "The guys didn't treat you bad, did they?" Chad shook his head. "No, actually, they were very understanding... too understanding!" Robin tried to figure out what he might have meant by that. "What do you mean... too understanding? How can that be a problem?" Chad looked up at her. "You don't understand!" "Of course not! You won't explain it to me!" Ugh! He looked back down at the floor again - away from her. "At the game..." he began, speaking fairly softly. "Uh..." He took a big breath, trying to figure out what to say. "At the end..." He paused once again. Should he really tell her? "They kind of made a bet." Robin shook her head, not understanding the problem at all. "Isn't that what they usually do at those games?" "Yeah, but... not like this." He finally looked up at her. "The last hand pretty much came down to Ray and Derek. They were really going at it, each one really trying to win." "So how is that a problem for you?" "Well... at the end... Mel kind of upped the stakes a bit." Robin just waited, knowing... or hoping... that the full story was about to finally spill out. Chad resumed his tale. "She suggested... that the winner would get the chance to take her out on a date. But..." Could he really say this? He really didn't believe it himself! "But the loser would have to date me!" There! He had said it! "Kind of a double date!" Robin's eyes went wide with surprise... and delight! "Sissy! You've got a date?" Chad only nodded - miserably. "So who won?" "Ray!" "So that means..." Robin's delight grew even more. She actually started laughing. "So you really are going out with Derek! And you've been telling me all along that you weren't!" She laughed at her own teasing. "I can't imagine why you would feel so down about it. I mean... Geez! The guy's a hunk! Every woman in the company would love to have a date with him... myself included!" She paused to think for a minute. "I really need that gym more than I thought! You've been dressing like a woman for only a few weeks and you've already got a date with the hottest bachelor in the company! Okay, so I'm married... but still!" "Robin! You don't know how sick I am about it! And I'm pretty sure he feels the same way!" But Robin only laughed. "I can't wait to tell everybody!" Mel stared at the little business card in her hand... Derek's card. Okay, so the date Sunday night was going to be a double date - where it probably wouldn't matter who was technically out with who. But still... yeah, she would much rather that her date was with Derek. She was about to pick up the phone to call him when she heard Andrea knocking on her door. "Come on in." Andrea walked in with an arm full of file folders. "I've got everything you need to look at and sign this morning ready for you. There's probably going to be a few more later today, but this is the bulk of it." "Thanks, Andrea," Mel said as she set Derek's business card down on her desk. "So how was the poker game last night? Did you ever figure out why you wanted to be there?" Mel smiled wickedly. "I'll say! You were right! I really did need to be there! I managed to set up something very sweet for Sissy... something that I really need to follow up on now and set in motion." "Do I dare ask what?" "His voice! If everything goes like I hope it does, he won't be using his male voice at work - or anywhere else anymore." "You said you were trying to do that. So how did you manage it?" Mel just smiled wickedly. "Just watch!" She picked up the business card again to place her call to Derek, then she paused. "Would you believe Sissy and I actually have dates this weekend?" Andrea was shocked. "You do? Both of you?" Mel nodded. "A double date. I was really... blitzed last night." "You must have been." "I kind of set things up so that the winner of the last hand gets to take me out on a date and the loser has to date Sissy." "So how bad is the guy you're going out with? Should I be sorry for you, or envious?" Mel suddenly remembered the pictures she had taken just before they left last night. "Here," she said as she quickly grabbed her purse. "I can show you." She dug her phone out and pulled up the picture of Ray and her together. "Wow! Hunky!" "Yeah, but unfortunately, he's a womanizing scum-bucket." "So? If he looks that good, let him tumble your bones anyway. I would!" Mel laughed. "Maybe. But wait till you see the guy that Sissy is dating. He's actually one of Sissy's best friends." She pulled up the other picture. Andrea meant to look at the guy in the picture, but she couldn't get past the way that Sissy was dressed. "Oh my God!" "Yeah, he's a hunk too. And a much nicer guy." "No. I mean Sissy. Look at the way he's dressed!" Mel smiled. "Yeah, I kind of had some fun with him last night." She had a sudden thought. "Here, let me transfer it to my computer so you can see it better." A minute later, Andrea was staring at a full- screen sized picture that showed everything in minute detail. "God!" she exclaimed once again. "I'd be so embarrassed!" Mel only nodded. "He certainly was." Andrea noticed something odd in the picture. She pointed to a tiny white patch just below Sissy's skirt. "What's that, something on his skirt or a bad place in the picture?" Mel looked at what Andrea had pointed at, then looked closer... and smiled. "No, that's his diapers bulging down below the hem of his skirt!" Derek didn't spend a lot of time at his desk, so when he did, he tried to make the most of it... the paperwork really did pile up! He was still a bit annoyed over losing that last hand last night... and especially about having to date - Sissy! Ugh! So when his phone suddenly rang, he was more annoyed at the interruption than ever. "Hello?" "Hi Derek. This is Mel... from the game last night?" "Oh yeah. How are you?" "A bit groggy still. But listen, I wanted to follow up on something from last night that I was hoping you'd do for me." "What's that?" "Kind of pass it around the company there for everyone to remind Sissy to use her 'girly' voice only." "Oh yeah. I had forgotten." "That's why I called. It's kind of important to me... and I guess to her... although she doesn't see it that way - yet." "Oh yeah," Derek said again. "I remember. Look, I'll make a few calls, but that's about all I can do right now. I'm really busy today." "That's all I ask," Mel replied brightly. "Oh, and Derek, just so you know... I really wish you had won that hand last night instead." Derek paused, more than a bit surprised. She had seemed so cold last night. "So does that mean you might go out with me sometime?" "I don't know. I'm pretty busy." "So am I." "They why don't you call me sometime when you're not so busy." Had she really said that? "You can count on it!" he replied with more enthusiasm than he had felt all day. "Oh... say... while I've got you on the phone..." Mel said. She was mentally holding her breath - Operation Robin was about to start - right now! "Is there any way you can get me... what's her name... Robin's phone number?" "Robin! I don't know. Tell you what, I'll ask her for you and pass it on if she says yes." "That would be great!" Mel replied. "I'd really appreciate it. And you can ask her to remind Sissy about using her voice at the same time." "You don't want to tell her yourself?" "I can... but I'm pretty busy here today. I really just wanted to follow up with her later." "Okay," Derek replied. "I'll call her and let you know." "Thanks," Mel replied. "And maybe we can have lunch together sometime!" Mel was caught off guard. It sounded so tempting. "Just not today," she finally replied. Robin wasn't really working when her phone rang. She was just surfing through the internet looking at the clothes that some of her favorite stores were offering. "Hello," she said, trying to sound busy. "Hi Robin. This is Derek... from upstairs." "Derek!" She almost screamed! "Are you really going out with Sissy?" She couldn't wait to ask that one. "Uh... man word gets around fast! Unfortunately, it looks that way." "I think it's fabulous!" Robin replied excitedly. "Um... we may have differing opinions about that one!" Robin didn't really care in the least. "So what can I do for you?" "Look, I don't really know how to ask this. I'm really just passing on a request from Sissy's friend Mel. I don't know if you know her or not, but she was at the game last night with Sissy." "I don't know her, but I've heard a little about her," Robin replied. "What does she want?" "I know this sounds silly, but the way she put it at the game made perfect sense. She wants everybody to keep on Sissy's case about using his 'girly' voice all the time, as she put it. To not use his male voice at all. She seems to think that using his male voice is like a crutch and he won't ever develop his female voice if he keeps using it... I think... or something like that. Anyway, there was also some bit about how bad it is if he looks like a woman and sounds like a man." Robin paused to take that in. "No, it does kind of make sense. His... 'girly' voice? That's a new one on me! But I'll ask him about it." "And pass it on to everyone else too, if you would. I've really got too much to do here to make a lot of phone calls." "Oh, you can bet I will!" Robin replied. "Thanks Robin. I appreciate it. Oh! And by the way, Mel wants to know if she can have your phone number. She said she wants to follow up with you about this later." "She... wants my phone number? Sure you can give it to her. Say... you wouldn't be willing to pass along her number to me in return would you?" Derek considered that for only a moment. "I don't see why not." He gave her the number from the business card he had gotten from Mel last night. "Thanks Robin. I really appreciate it." Robin hung up her phone. That was interesting - very interesting! Mel wanted her number? The very person who probably could answer all her questions about Chad... or rather... Sissy? She definitely wanted to talk to Mel! And then there was the other very interesting part - the part about his voice! Yes, that was very interesting too! There was no way she was going to stay at her own desk now - she had dirt to dig! Chad was just finishing up a small project when he noticed an email coming in - from Mel. Fearing what she might want now - while at the same time being grateful that she hadn't called him on the phone - he opened it right away. Sissy, I just thought you'd like to see this so you can dream a bit. He is a hunk, isn't he! Just below that was a huge picture - the picture of him and Derek together after the poker game. He stared at the picture - horrified. And that feeling of dread and horror again rose up to an unbelievable level. "Holy crap!" Robin's voice exclaimed from the entrance to his cubicle. Horrified, embarrassed, and panicked, Chad quickly closed the email. "No! Don't you dare!" Robin cried as she hurried up right behind him. "Open that thing back up again!" "Uh... I'd rather not." "Like hell!" Robin exclaimed. "Here, give me that," she said as she took the mouse right out of his hand. Finding the right email was easy since it was already highlighted. The picture loaded instantly. Robin stared, not believing what she was seeing. Chad wanted to fall right through that hole in the floor that never seemed to appear. "Geezez! I can't believe it," Robin said again. "No wonder you didn't want to talk about what you were wearing! Whatever possessed you to dress like... that?" Chad was just barely able to squeak out his answer. "It wasn't my idea." "But you wore it! Didn't you?" Chad couldn't really deny that. The proof was right in front of them. "I can't believe it!" Robin said once again as she stared at the picture. "So... did you enjoy it?" "Um... not really." Chad admitted. "It was very embarrassing." "I'm sure of that!" Robin replied. Then she quickly looked straight at him as something else occurred to her. "Wait a minute! I just got a call from Derek asking me to pass along a reminder for you to use your 'girly' voice as he put it." Chad was totally shocked! He couldn't believe it! He desperately wanted to crawl under his desk and hide. "So what's that all about?" Robin asked - or demanded. Chad just shook his head, totally panicked. He still couldn't believe that Derek had called... Robin of all people! "I... can't!" Robin just looked at him for a second, and something clicked in her brain. "Hey, this isn't by any chance that thing that you were so upset about a few days ago, is it? I seem to remember it was something that Mel wanted you to do." Chad's eyes opened wide with further surprise. She had figured it out! "So it is!" Robin declared. Chad could only stare down at the floor and nod briefly. He was so embarrassed. "So let me hear it." He looked up quickly. "What?" "Let me hear your 'girly' voice, as he put it." "It sounds stupid!" "Oh come on! It can't be that bad!" Chad shook his head. "It is!" "So let me be the judge!" Chad could see that she wasn't going to back down until she had heard it. "I don't know what to say," she said in his girly voice. Robin stared for a moment then burst out laughing. "You're right! It is that bad! But I'm betting that Mel figures it won't get any better unless you practice." Chad looked down at the floor again. "Something like that." "So maybe she has a point. You should use it all the time." Chad shook his head. "I can't!" he protested again. "Say that again - in your other voice!" Chad wanted to die. "I can't," he said softly - in his high-pitched voice. Robin merely smiled. "You do need practice. And I promise to help!" That was the last thing that Chad wanted! Suddenly, Robin noticed something on his computer screen she hadn't thought about before. Before he could stop her, Robin grabbed his mouse again and hit the print button, sending the picture to the printer. "No!" Chad cried in terror. Laughing, Robin was off like a flash, running for the printer to get it. Robin desperately watched the clock - waiting for break time. She had made two or three... okay, four phone calls to some of her friends telling them about Sissy's date with Derek and about getting him to speak in his 'girly' voice. She laughed at that. Girly? Ridiculous was more like it! And beyond that, she had one more juicy bit for all of them! She watched the seconds ticking down, but she was up and out of her seat thirty seconds early. She went directly to Chad's cubicle, where she saw him with his head down in his arms on his desk, facing away from her. "Sissy! What are you doing? Come on, it's break time!" Chad felt awful! He was so tired he didn't want to move. He was also so depressed over everything that it made matters even worse. "No," he moaned without moving his head. Robin walked in and grabbed his arm and pulled. "Come on. There's no way I'm going to let you not go to break today!" Chad sat up and looked at her, but he didn't get up. "I can't!" he moaned. "Everybody is just going to make fun of me." "Maybe," Robin admitted. "Okay, definitely. But they've done that before, so why should this be so different? Now get up from there before I pick you up and carry you!" "You would, wouldn't you!" "I'd certainly give it my best try. Of course, if that fails, then I have no doubt that once I start talking to the girls I can easily convince them to all come down here to finish their break." Chad groaned aloud. "You would too!" "You bet I would! Now get up and let's go!" "This is not a good idea!" Chad said as he got to his feet. "Say that again in your 'girly' voice." She giggled as she pulled him out of his cubicle. She laughed - girly voice? "And for the record. It's a perfectly good idea!" Chad only groaned a bit more as he followed her down the hallway. While Robin wanted to hurry, he wanted to move slowly - very slowly - or not go at all. Unfortunately, they did arrive at their destination and Robin made sure that he did go inside. Despite Chad dragging his feet, they were among the first to arrive. "Hey look!" Robin exclaimed as they approached the coffee pot, "doughnuts again!" She looked back at Sissy. "Maybe you better have two!" Actually two would have been great. He was hungry. And he could actually chew a doughnut. He walked past the coffee pot and grabbed a doughnut - just to make sure he wouldn't miss out on any - even though he was one of the first ones there. The moment he picked it up, he took a bite and closed his eyes in pleasure. Chewing! And food! Robin finished pouring her coffee and grabbed a doughnut herself while she watched Chad pouring his own coffee. "I'll let you have mine... if you're good," she giggled. "I really shouldn't be eating them anyway." There were only two other women at the table as they approached, but the women were anxious to see both Robin and Sissy. Chad noticed that the bulk of the people were just now coming through the door. At least he had gotten one of the doughnuts. Small compensation for what he was sure was going to be a very embarrassing break period. "Sissy!" one of the two women exclaimed excitedly. "You've got a date with Derek?" Chad looked at Robin. "Word sure does get around fast!" Robin only smiled mischievously. "So when's it going to be?" the other woman asked. "Sunday," Chad replied. "Wait a minute!" Robin said. "We keep forgetting! Girly voice! Use your girly voice!" Chad rolled his eyes. This wasn't going to be good! "Now say it again - like you're supposed to!" Robin added. "Do I have to?" he asked. "This is stupid!" "You're not going to learn if you don't get used to doing it! And you're not going to get any better either - which really needs to happen! Now say it again!" "Say what again?" "Girly voice!" Robin almost yelled. "You're not supposed to say anything unless it's in your girly voice!" "Girly voice?" one of the women who was just sitting down asked. "What the heck is going on?" "Sissy is supposed to be practicing using his female voice instead of his male voice, but he won't do it! His friend Mel thinks he's using his old male voice as a crutch all the time. And his female voice needs a lot of work! So she wants us to help make sure he doesn't use his male voice at all so he can practice using his female voice - or his girly voice as I heard it." "Is that right?" the woman asked Sissy. He just nodded. "Come on, Sugar. You can answer better than that! Say something out loud so we can all hear it." The table was filling up fast, and every one of the women already there was waiting breathlessly for him to answer - in his stupid "girly" voice. And he really didn't have a way out of it. "I think it's stupid!" he said in his high-pitched voice. There was an immediate round of laughter from everyone. "You're right, it does need work!" the woman finally exclaimed amid her laughter. "So Sissy," another woman suddenly asked. "Are you really dating Derek?" "Wait? He's dating Derek?" another woman asked, totally surprised. "I thought we went over this yesterday and he said he wasn't!" "Well he is!" Robin asked. "As of last night anyway. He and Derek are going out on a date together." "Sunday!" another woman threw into the mix. "It's not really a date!" Chad argued. "Uh uh! Girly voice!" Robin warned. Chad rolled his eyes. "It's not really a date!" he repeated - in his girly voice. "It's just dinner and a movie... and it's a double date!" At least he didn't have to use his sissy voice, that would have been twice as bad. He just had to make sure he didn't slip up! "Dinner and a movie? And you don't call that a date?" The woman looked incredulously around at everyone else. "I'd call that a date!" There was total agreement among all of them. Chad was beside himself. He wasn't happy about this at all. "Okay, maybe it is a date. But Derek lost the last hand last night and they had this bet going that the loser had to date me... while the winner got to date Mel. We're going together." "Who won?" Someone asked. "Ray." "Ray? Do you have any idea how many times he's asked me out?" "And did you ever go?" another woman asked. The first woman smiled. "You bet! He was great!" The table erupted in a huge chorus of giggles. As the giggling finally died down, Robin almost proudly announced. "There's more!" "More?" someone asked. Chad was suddenly very worried. He wasn't sure what she was going to add next. Robin just nodded her head and repeated, "More!" She looked directly at Sissy for a moment with a very mischievous smile on her face before she turned back to everyone else at the table. Then very slowly and teasingly, she reached her hand inside the neckline of her top and into her bra. Then, just as slowly, she started to pull it out. "Oh no!" Chad groaned the moment he saw the edge of the white piece of paper. He really wanted to run - anywhere! Robin withdrew the folded up paper that she had pulled off of the printer earlier. The entire table was silent as they watched her slowly begin to unfold it. When there was only one fold left in the paper, she finally laid it flat on the table and pushed it out more towards the middle where everyone could see it better. Then, she undid the final fold - fully revealing the picture of Sissy and Derek together last night. The table stayed silent for almost five seconds as everyone realized what they were seeing. Then, little gasps and soft "Oh's!" started to sound. Then louder ones. Then louder exclamations of surprise. Then outright laughter! "I don't believe it! You actually wore... that?" One of the women asked incredulously. "He sure did!" Robin replied for him. "There's the proof - right there!" "What were you thinking?" Someone else asked. The picture was fairly grainy and not all that good since it came off of the printer, but the detail was more than good enough for everyone to see everything. Someone suddenly grabbed the picture from the middle of the table and Chad saw it being passed around. He desperately wanted the earth to swallow him up somehow! "Love the shoes!" One of the women exclaimed. "Where'd you get them?" "Hey, are you going to wear something like that for your date with Derek?" another woman asked. Chad just shook his head as the questions kept coming. A few he reluctantly answered - in his girly voice, but most of them he left alone. By the time their break ended. Chad felt even more miserable than he had before the break. The only remotely good thing was that Robin had saved her doughnut for him - which she handed to him as they were finally leaving - and it tasted just as delicious as the first one. Cindy wasn't exactly pouting, but she wasn't all that happy either. Cassie had said that she couldn't watch Sissy being changed again today. That had been a real treat yesterday! She still couldn't believe what she had seen - the stupid guy had been drinking from a baby bottle! And then there was that plastic thing locked all around his male part so that he couldn't use it. She remembered touching the thing and even pulling on it - and how it had hurt him. That was when Cassie had suggested that she leave. Next time, she promised herself, she'd just watch - maybe then Cassie wouldn't chase her away. And today, she couldn't go in at all! Was Cassie mad because she had hurt him yesterday? She saw his car pulling into the parking lot and her excitement grew - despite the fact that she couldn't watch today. What could she say to him? How could she tease him? She absolutely felt like she had to tease him somehow. But how? Chad paused a second before opening the door to the gym. Yesterday had been horrible. And he was sure that today, when he felt so miserable, things would probably be even worse. Was Cassie going to let the receptionist watch - or help again? This time, was Cassie going to let her see - everything? He certainly hoped not. If it wasn't for the fact that he needed his diapers changed, and that Mel required him to have Cassie do it for him every day, he would have avoided the gym altogether. Plucking up his courage, he opened the door and went in. "Hi Sissy!" the receptionist called excitedly. Her excitement didn't bode as a good sign to Sissy. He knew he was going to have to do it, so he didn't even bother waiting. He dropped one of his sissy curtseys to her and said hello in his sissy voice. "I just love seeing you do that every day," Cindy said. "It's so sweet." Then she leaned across the counter a bit. "Would you like me to feed you your bottle today?" She immediately went into a fit of giggles. "No thank you," Sissy replied. "Can you please get Cassie for me?" Cindy desperately searched for some other way to tease him, but today the ideas just weren't coming. And there was a bit of a look about him that told her something was a bit off with him today. With a look of frustration, she left him to search for Cassie. Chad was glad! He was also glad that Cassie hadn't been very far away. A minute later, he was following her back to their usual room. "Is she going to be joining us again today?" Chad asked as he started to get undressed. "Not unless you want her to," Cassie replied. "Shall I get her?" "No, please!" Chad replied quickly. He was glad that they would be alone again. Yesterday had been - upsetting. And he was upset enough as it was. "You seem..." Cassie searched for a word, "tired today." "I am. I got almost no sleep at all last night." "Was Mel that rough on you?" "Not... exactly." "So how come?" "Worries!" Chad finally replied. Cassie could see that he didn't seem to want to talk about it. "Well lay down on the floor and drink your bottle. Maybe it will help you relax a bit." After she said it, she wasn't quite sure how much relaxing he was actually going to get to do! Chad put the bottle to his mouth and began nursing on it. Sucking on it did bring him some measure of comfort - as it often did. Why, he didn't know - or care. He did his best to ignore the feelings of Cassie removing his soaked diapers and cleaning him up. Ignoring what she was doing was actually very easy, he didn't hardly have to work at it anymore. It was what she did to his other side that he couldn't ignore very well - nor did he want to. "Okay, roll over," Cassie finally said. Chad put his bottle down and rolled over onto his stomach. "I see the redness is all gone today," Cassie noted as she quickly wiped off his backside. "Fortunately," Chad mumbled. A moment later, he stiffened at the freezing cold feeling of the lotion as Cassie started wiping it onto him. The feeling of intense cold didn't last very long and soon gave way to intense pleasure instead. Ahhhh! Without being told to for once, he hiked his knees up under him, raising his backside up into the air, making it a better target for what he hoped Cassie might do to it. "Anxious today, huh?" Cassie said as she saw him get into position. "I guess you want it then." Chad said nothing, he was too interested in the feeling of Cassie's finger as it played with the opening to his asshole. Yes he wanted it! He wanted it very much! Cassie watched him closely as she started pushing her finger into him, then pulling it out again... over and over... further and further in. She stopped when he started pushing and pulling against her finger himself. She quickly got her ribbed toy and lubed it up, then set the tip of it up against him. Ever so gently, she pushed on it until it started to slip inside. Chad was in ecstasy. He didn't know why he liked this so much, but he did! He just wished that it could grant him the ultimate release he craved so much. But evidently that was impossible. Still, it was just about the best feeling he was capable of experiencing anymore. In and out. In and out. Feeling the little ribs of her toy going past the entrance to his anal opening, only to be followed quickly by the next one. Delicious. He began gently rocking back and forth. As tired as he was, he still found the energy to enjoy this most wonderful treat. Back and forth, back and forth. In and out, in and out. He wasn't going slower or faster today. Everything was staying at this one steady pace, and he didn't really care. It just felt good! Cassie watched him carefully as she held the toy in place, letting him set the pace and intensity. He had been at it for quite a while now and was usually fucking himself desperately on it by this point, but today he was still going slowly. Perhaps it was because he was so tired. She let him go on for a while more before she stopped him and pulled it all the way out. "I've got to get back to work soon!" she declared as she saw his head turn back towards her. She saw him just nod his head a little - was that in despair? She grabbed his jar of suppositories and opened the lid. "We can't forget these little things," she said brightly. But he wasn't paying the least bit of attention to her - as far as she could see. Since it was Wednesday, one of the days when he wasn't supposed to actually get one now, she only pretended to pull one of the pills out of the jar. He never knew the difference when she stuck her finger way up inside of him as if she were really putting it there. "Do these things still work?" she asked. She saw his head turn back towards her. She also saw the bit of annoyance on his face as he nodded. "Every day?" she asked. He nodded again. "Every damn day!" "So did you talk to him yet?" Gloria asked as they waited for their lunch to be delivered. Mel shook her head. "Not yet. There was no time last night." "But do things seem to be any better between you two?" "As far as I can see." "Mel, you still really need to sit down and talk with him... seriously!" Mel sighed. "I know. It's just not that easy! Are you still going to hypnotize him tomorrow night?" "You're changing the subject! But yes, I was still planning on it." "Good! Because I've still got to know how long he's holding back now. I'm seeing definite signs now of further lack of control." "So you're winning?" "I think so, but I'm just not sure! One minute I think I am, then... I just don't know!" Gloria nodded. "I guess I can ask that question again. No problem. So how did the poker game go last night?" For the first time since they sat down to lunch, Gloria saw Mel smile broadly. Chad couldn't really hear anything at all coming from Robin's cubicle next door. He knew she was there though because he had seen her going in after lunch. He was fairly sure she was working, so he felt safe enough to open the spreadsheet where he kept his progress for the bet. He scrolled down to today's date. Twenty-three days to go now. Getting smaller - but still a long way. He went up to yesterday's date to fill in how long he had held back. He stopped to think about that a bit. He had only managed to hold back for twelve minutes yesterday. An improvement over the day before, but it was still an improvement. But actually, it had been a few seconds more than twelve minutes. Should he include that as well? No, just to be fair, he filled in twelve minutes - one whole minute longer than the day before. He had really been hoping for better yesterday, but it just didn't happen - unfortunately. Still, it was progress. Before he closed the spreadsheet, he again glanced at the column of reasons why he wanted to win the bet. The first three items, self- respect, friends, and a life still rang all too true. But after starting to read the rest of the list, he quickly stopped and turned his head away... not wanting to think about those things anymore. All too quickly the images of the pictures that Sandy had done for redecorating his apartment came to mind - not just the good picture, but the pictures of what he would get if he lost instead. Troubled and not wanting to think any more about it, he closed the spreadsheet and went back to work again. Robin's cell phone rang while she was finally getting some work done. She really didn't mind the interruption though. Thinking that it was probably her husband calling she answered it without looking to see who was calling. "Hello?" she said as she was still looking at the work on her computer monitor. "Hello. Is this Robin?" Robin was a bit startled to hear an unfamiliar voice. "Yes," she said tentatively. "Who is this?" "Hi. I'm Mel... Sissy's friend." "Mel?" Robin exclaimed excitedly. In the cubicle next door, Chad suddenly looked up. A feeling of horror ran right through him as he desperately tried to listen for more. "You don't know how much I've been wanting to talk to you!" Robin continued. Mel was more than sure of that. The damn woman probably wanted to fish for ideas to turn Sissy away from her! "I'm sure," Mel replied nicely, but she said it as if she was in a hurry. "Unfortunately, I've only got a second before I have to be in court," she lied. She was really sitting at her own desk in her own office. "Listen, I just wanted to follow up on something I asked Derek to do for me - or rather to pass along for me. That is about Sissy using her new voice all the time." "Don't worry!" Robin replied. "He told me. And I guess I kind of agree with you. If Sissy doesn't practice, then he'll never get it right. And using his male voice isn't going to help matters at all." Mel had heard what Robin said, but there was something else there that bothered her. She just couldn't put her finger on it. "Great Robin. Thanks. I'm glad you understand. So you'll keep after her then? And maybe ask the others to do the same?" "Yeah sure. We can do that. It's probably the best way we can really help him with it." Mel scowled, more likely... help him right into her arms! And that was when the other little thing clicked for Mel that had just bothered her. "Um... listen, Robin. There's something else too that I'd like you to do for me. Would you try to refer to her in only the female sense all the time? Stop referring to her as a him. If she's going to experience what it's like to be a woman then I think that she should kind of get used to being referred to in that sense too." Robin thought about that for a moment. "I guess. I can try at least. I don't think it will be that easy to do though since we're all kind of used to him being - the other gender. You know?" "Yeah, I know," Mel agreed. "I know it won't be easy, but I think it will help." "Hey Mel, while I've got you on the phone, can I ask you a question?" That was exactly what Mel wanted to avoid right now. "Uh oh!" she replied quickly. "They're calling us back. I've got to go. I'll call you later when I've got more time. Okay?" "Uh... okay," Robin replied. But by the time she finished saying it, the line quickly went dead. Still... she had managed to make contact with Mel. She had actually talked to her. And next time, she was sure she could finally get some answers! "Did I hear you say that was Mel?" Chad asked from the entrance to her cubicle. Worry and panic had pulled him away from his own desk to try to hear as much as possible - which was really nothing at all. Robin hadn't even known that he was standing there. "Yeah. Would you believe it, she actually called me!" "What did she say?" Chad asked desperately. "She said that we should all keep on your case about not using your male voice - like right now!" She actually giggled a bit. "You've got to stop talking like a man, Sissy. You're never going to learn to speak better - or to even pass properly if you don't!" Chad just looked embarrassed and stared down at the floor. "Thanks," he mumbled in his male voice as he turned away from her. He didn't really want to contemplate having to talk in that silly voice all the time. "Say it right!" Robin called after him. He turned back to her. "Say what right?" he asked in his usual male voice. "Everything!" Robin exclaimed. Mel stared at the cell phone in her hand. Operation Robin had now officially started. The silly slut was soon going to get her due! She could just picture her with Sissy... bleached blonde, tiny waist - probably a size zero... her hands all over Sissy's ass as they wandered through the hallways of that building together. Oh how she hated her! Okay, maybe Robin wasn't quite that bad, but it was fun to think of her like that. She attempted to put Robin on the back burner of her mind and think about Sissy instead. Things sounded very good for him to now be denied the use of his male voice. And what's more, something she hadn't really thought about before, if all went well, he would also be denied the right to be referred to as a male too. Okay, so maybe he wasn't exactly a female, but the point was, nobody would be referring to him as a male anymore either - she hoped. One by one, she was slowly denying him all of his male traits, or rights, or... whatever. "Break time Sissy," Robin called cheerfully from the entrance to his cubicle. Chad had been staring mindlessly at his computer screen. He was so tired that he wasn't even pretending to work. "Do I have to?" he asked, and then immediately yawned. "Female voice, Sissy! Or as Derek put it earlier, your 'girly' voice." She giggled. "And yes, you have to." "I'd rather take a nap." Robin let out a frustrated grunt. "Don't use your male voice! Now say it again!" "I don't want to!" Chad said stubbornly - in his male voice. "You can be so damn pig-headed!" An idea hit her. "Should I call Mel and tell her you're refusing to cooperate - or even try?" Horror hit Chad once again. "No!" he said quickly, clearly frightened by the idea. "Girly voice," Robin taunted. Chad was too tired to argue anymore. Had she been teasing about calling Mel? "You wouldn't really call her, would you?" he asked - in his girly voice. Robin smiled. "I might. I do have her phone number now." "You're joking!" "Wait a minute!" Robin ran back to her desk and grabbed her cell phone and brought it back to his cubicle. She quickly went to her phone list and recited Mel's number that Derek had passed on to her. "That's it, isn't it?" Ugh! Chad laid his head back down in his arms on his desk again. She had it. Mel had not only called her, but had actually given Robin her number. And knowing Robin, it wouldn't be long until she knew all too much! "Now come on, let's go to break." Chad didn't want to argue anymore. He was too tired and depressed. This was turning out to be another very bad day. "And remember, only your girly voice," Robin reminded him. Ugh! As they walked through the halls, Robin replayed a bit of what happened in his cubicle through her mind. Was it her imagination, or when she had threatened to call Mel on him, did he look scared. She knew he was tired, very tired. That could have had something to do with it. But really, she got the impression that there was more to it than that. Chad looked around the break room for Derek, but he didn't see him anywhere. He didn't know whether he was glad or sorry about that. On the one hand, sitting with the women was going to be embarrassing for sure, but on the other hand, he was not comfortable about sitting with Derek either. Not to mention that all the women now seemed to think that he and Derek had a thing going between them - which was definitely not the case! The table was fairly crowded when he and Robin sat down, and Chad was pleased that he was not the center of attention - yet. He sipped his coffee and half-listened to the inane conversation between the women. One of them was complaining about the outfits her daughter wanted to wear all the time. "You should have seen it!" the woman continued. "She wanted to wear the most ridiculous looking outfit you could imagine. She looked worse than some of those girls you see in the rock videos on TV! Her skirt had a hole in it so you couldn't miss seeing her panties right through it! And her top was cut so low that her boobs were practically flying out! And the heels she was wearing! Ugh! And you don't even want to know about her makeup! I put a stop to that right away! No daughter of mine is going out with a boy dressed like that!" One of the women laughed a bit. "It sounds a little like the kind of outfit that Sissy wore last night." There was a bit of laugher from the women. "Not quite like that," the first woman replied. "But the general idea was certainly the same!" "Sissy, is that what you were trying to do last night," one of the women asked Chad, "look like one of those young girls in the rock videos?" "It wasn't really..." Chad started to say. "Girly voice!" Robin quickly reminded him. Chad gave her a rather exasperated look, then he repeated himself - in his girly voice. "It wasn't really my idea," he replied again. "It was something that Mel kind of came up with." He knew he had to explain it better than that. "She seemed to think that it would be fun for me." "I'm betting it was!" another of the women replied. "No doubt at all!" still another woman added. "So what are you going to wear for your date? 'Cause what you wore last night was certainly... interesting! Do you think that Derek will be wanting you to wear something like that again?" "That's a dumb question!" another of the women said before Chad could even think of replying. "Derek is a man! All men like that kind of stuff!" "All too true, Honey," another woman agreed with a sigh. "All too true!" Chad finally spoke up - carefully using his girly voice. "I haven't even thought about what I'm going to wear yet. And I don't think he really wants to see me in anything like that again." "You don't think? Honey, he's a man! All men have only one thing on their little minds all the time - sex! And an outfit like that will make sure that it stays on his mind. He may say he doesn't like it, but trust me, he does! Hey, what the heck am I telling you for? You should know better than any of us what a man thinks!" The noise around the table was a mixture of agreements and laughter. Chad actually felt embarrassed. "That's not quite true! There's more to it than that," he started to say. "Not much!" one of the women interrupted. There was a slight pause at the table, then several of the women started laughing again. Chad may have been tired, but he realized that any reply that he made would have been useless, so he sat there silently embarrassed. A few moments later, the conversation passed by him again and returned to the women talking about their kids. He hated these breaks. He hated this particular break even more when the stupid suppository that Cassie had shoved up inside of him decided to do its thing while he was still sitting at the break table. He squirmed in his seat as it happened, all the while trying to make it look like nothing at all was happening or even wrong. The only good thing about it was - if you could even call it that - was that lately, he had been eating so very little, that his messes were the same way - very little. Mel glanced at the clock in her car as she drove home from work. It was later than usual, much later. It had been over an hour since Sissy had called to tell her she was putting her single diaper on. Now, there was only about half an hour to go before she would have to be leaking. Mel really hoped that Sissy would be good tonight. She really wasn't in the mood to punish her at all. But she would if she had to! Dinner smelled good from the moment she walked through her door. Sissy immediately came running to greet her with his usual curtsey. So nice! She stared at him briefly, his maid's dress looked perfect - as it should. "Are you leaking yet?" she asked, actually hoping that he would be. "Not yet, Mistress," he replied. "But I've still got some time." "I certainly hope for your sake that you make it every time tonight!" Mel replied. "I really don't want to have to punish you again." Chad didn't want that either. "I'm trying," he replied. Mel nodded, then quickly said, "Show me your diaper!" Chad was caught off-guard by the sudden command and as fast as he grabbed his skirt to pull it all the way up, he knew it wasn't fast enough. "Just hold it there!" Mel ordered sternly as she went to her corner where she kept her yardstick. She came back with it and gave one smart stroke to the back of his legs. "Faster next time!" she ordered. Only then did she take the time to examine how wet his diaper was - definitely getting there - fortunately. The table was all set and dinner was basically ready. It was only waiting for him to put it out on the plate for her. She sent Sissy to dish out her food while she went into the bedroom to change into something more comfortable. Chad dished out her dinner and made sure that everything was perfect. Then he grabbed his latest baby bottle to keep drinking - he was determined to get his diaper leaking soon. But as he kept drinking, he became aware of how long Mel was taking. He had heard her going into the bathroom first and then into her bedroom to change, but it seemed to be taking her longer tonight than usual. He began to worry that all the food he had just put out might get cold. Finally she came out and headed for the table. But just before she could sit down, he felt his diaper leaking. Involuntarily, he let out a small exclamation of surprise. "What's wrong?" Mel asked as she took her seat. "I just started leaking," Chad replied in his sissy voice. "Good!" Mel said as she stuck her fork into the vegetables. Then she looked up at him. "I guess that means we have to change you right away, doesn't it!" "But your dinner... it's already getting cold." Mel conceded that he did have a point. But there was a further point that had to be considered. "But, as of now, you're already on another hour and forty-five minute deadline. So unless yo