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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 41 (Thursday - week 6) In her dreams, she lived in a fine new house - a mansion. And Sissy was right there to take care of it for her. Everything was kept beautifully. The house was in perfect order, and everything she needed personally was taken care of as well. Except that... Sissy had somehow become a robot - a mechanical creature incapable of feelings of any kind. He worked diligently and continuously without complaint. Every request was automatically carried out, just as a proper machine should do. While he basically looked the same, every once in a while she actually caught sight of the small rivets that held him together - the most noticeable ones hinging his jaw. The rivets served as a constant reminder to her of just what he was... and what he wasn't. Though he was perfect in every way as far as taking care of her, the one thing that she found that she wanted the most from him was to feel something, to express thoughts that weren't mechanically generated. She wanted more and more to know that... he cared about her. Over and over again, she tried to work with him, train him, teach him... and over and over again she failed. It just wasn't possible. Teaching the mechanical Sissy to have feelings of any kind was simply impossible. More and more she began to feel alone, abandoned. More and more she yearned for his affection... his love. And more and more the aching loss made itself known by the physical discomfort in the pit of her stomach. The sound of her alarm clock brought her out of her dream state, out of sleep. Yet the feeling of depression and the feeling of discomfort in her stomach didn't change one bit. She opened her eyes and reached out to turn off the alarm, and remembered that she was still at the height of her period. No wonder she felt bad. Hopefully, later today things would start to ease off. She pulled herself out of bed and made a stop in the bathroom before heading to her kitchen. The coffee pot seemed like a beacon, calling her to it. Mechanically, she fixed the pot and set it brewing. She stood there, right in front of it, the whole time it was working. Her eyes were closed the entire time as if she was asleep. She tried to think, but thoughts refused to come. All she was really aware of was the discomfort in her body from her period. She opened her eyes occasionally to check if the coffee was ready yet... but as they say, a watched pot never boils. It seemed like an eternity until she could finally pour herself a cup and take that first sip. The hot liquid seemed to burn all the way down to her stomach. And she loved it! She took several more sips right where she was standing until she finally decided she could move again - and then she headed directly into her living room where she collapsed onto her favorite chair to finish her coffee. A few sips later, she finally took a deep breath, trying to wake herself up more, trying to snap out of her funk and come back to life again. It worked, but not quite the way she would have liked. Her first new thoughts were of sitting at the table last night, trying to talk to Sissy. And of how his reply had stung. She never once thought about how rude he had been. She never once reminded herself that nothing he said or thought mattered in the least. She never once even thought anything at all about the bet. All she remembered was that he thought she didn't care about him, and how cold he had been towards her. And it hurt. A few sips of coffee later, her mind slowly began to function a bit more. How could he think that she didn't care? Wasn't everything she did all for him? Wasn't everything designed to fulfill his wildest fantasies - which were wild, to say the least! So how could he possibly think that she didn't care? An image of her beating him severely a few nights ago flashed through her brain. An image of her making him spend an inordinate amount of time on the perch in his corner came to mind. An image of him drinking baby bottle after baby bottle in an attempt to avoid getting punished for not leaking came to mind. An image of him in his highchair with nothing to eat but baby food came to mind. An image... Ugh! There were all too many of them... and none of them were good! Maybe she could see why he thought the way he did. But... all of it was for him. And all of it was designed so that she could win the bet... and ultimately keep - him. Couldn't he see that? Of course not! Despite all the male things she had taken away from him, what she could probably never remove was his pig-headed way of thinking. Male thinking. Men! They just never had a clue! With her brain functioning marginally better now, she drained the last of her coffee and headed for the shower. It was another day. And she had absolutely no idea what she was going to do about Sissy. Chad stared mindlessly at his reflection in the mirror. He had hurt her last night with his words. He had never meant to do that, but they had just kind of slipped out. But once words were said, they could never really be recalled. She had every right to be mad at him. But nothing she could ever do to him could make him feel worse than he did right now about it. He had tried to tell her he was sorry, but she didn't want to hear it... rightfully so. He needed a way to fix things with her. But he didn't have a clue as to how. Disgusted with himself, he grabbed his curling iron and went to work on his hair. He was noticing now that it seemed to be a bit longer than it was just a few weeks ago. When he wrapped it around the curling iron, it not only went around further, it came out in tighter curls - that he had to work a bit harder to straighten more with his brush. Once his hair was done, he went through his usual makeup routine. It was becoming so familiar that he could practically do it in his sleep. And to think that he used to have so much trouble with putting on just his mascara! How stupid! It really wasn't all that difficult at all! He just prayed he wouldn't have to worry about fixing his face any other way than what he was doing right now though because he really wouldn't have a clue as to how! Yesterday he had worn his colorful dress. Today, he reached for a simple skirt and blouse. There was no question about wearing any kind of pants, they were pretty much out of the question. Since he hadn't worn them yet, he cleaned his ears and inserted the new pink earrings - the good ones. He loved how they sparkled in the mirror as he turned his head back and forth. There was something about adding earrings to his outfit that just seemed to make him look more like a woman than ever - a situation that actually pleased him. Since he was wearing the pink earrings, he went with all his old pink jewelry again. Well, it all did match - although the earrings were just a shade darker in color than the rest of it. Checking his entire image in the mirror one more time, he declared himself ready - physically. Mentally, he had no idea how he was going to face Mel again. And how mad was she probably going to be today? And what was she going to put him through because of it? He worried a lot about that. But mostly, he just wanted to take back what he had said to her last night... or maybe at least the way he had said it, because it wasn't exactly nice. He had hurt her with his words. And in doing so, he was the one who was suffering. But of course, she'd never understand that. Women! Mel had fixed his baby cereal breakfast because she didn't know what else to do. And when his knock came at her door, she still wasn't prepared to face him. But she had to face him. Their time apart had come to an end. Bracing herself, she went to the door and opened it. "Good mowning, Mistwess," he said in his sissy voice as he dropped his usual curtsey for her. Something inside of her still thrilled to see him do that, but today it was a muted thrill. "Good morning, Sissy," she replied as she backed out of the way to let him in. She waited until he set his purse and diaper bag down under her table by the door, then she took his bag of empty baby bottles from him. She would never bother to check to see if the right number was there. Not today at least. She gave him the once over. "The pink earrings today," she noted out loud. "They really are pretty." "Thank you, Mistress," he replied. She recognized that they were both just going through the usual dance - probably because neither of them knew what else to do. Continuing the situation, she sent him to climb up into his highchair. She followed him in and put the tray in place for him, then tied his bib around his neck. Should she really be doing this? But what else was there? The moment the bib was in place, she stood back to look at him. Was he smiling at her more than usual this morning? She couldn't figure out why - if he was. She picked up the bowl of baby cereal with the tiny baby spoon already in it and carried it to him. She set it down on the tray. Was he smiling at her again? Why? She grabbed another baby bottle full of juice and brought that to him as well. Then she went back to grab her coffee and stand leaning against the counter to watch him - just as she usually did. But somehow, she wasn't looking forward to watching him make a fool of himself this morning. Chad finally picked up the tiny spoon in his left fist like he was supposed to. He started to bring it toward the bowl of lousy baby cereal... and he stopped. He had to do something! He had to! He carefully set the spoon down on the tray and looked directly up at her. "Mistress," he began in his sissy voice. "I just wanted to say how sorry I am again for what I said last night. I didn't really mean it! I didn't mean to hurt you at all. I didn't want to do that... it just happened." He looked down at the cereal in front of him. "I used to have the same problem with my wife... I mean my ex wife. I sometimes say things I don't really mean." He looked back up at her again. He felt so bad! "I just wanted you to know how really sorry I am about that!" Mel could see how emotional he seemed to be about it. She had no doubt at all that he really meant every word. But all that was secondary to her own need to patch things up with him. She barely realized she was heading toward him until she pulled one of the chairs out and sat down at the table near him. Apologizing was never easy, but she knew that she had to apologize for some of the things she had done to him as well. "I... I've been reckless," she said before she even knew what she was going to say. "I've done things to you and hurt you in ways that... well, I can only imagine how they made you feel. I just thought that... everything I was doing was things you would actually love - deep down somewhere. And everything I was doing has been aimed at one thing and one thing only - so I can win this bet." She looked down at the table. "And I'm afraid I still feel that way... that I have to win this bet, because..." But she couldn't really put into words why she needed to win so badly - especially not to him. "Because..." She finally apologetically shrugged her shoulders. "Because I have to!" Chad heard her, but he didn't really understand why she felt she should have to apologize to him. "But..." He searched for the right words to say. "But I'm the one who hurt you! I should have never said what I did last night! That was so wrong. It's just that... just that..." But he didn't know why he had done it. "Maybe I was just too tired last night," he finally replied. "Yesterday was a particularly bad day. And I was hungry too." He tried to smile. "Baby food doesn't go very far. I guess I was just feeling sorry for myself. I know I shouldn't do that. It's not right! I'm not supposed to feel that way. So... I'm sorry," he said again. Mel leaned back in her seat. He had been tired and upset. She had been out of sorts too. Together, everything combined to make things worse for both of them. "So what do we do about it?" she finally asked. "I guess that leads me back to my original question from last night. How do you feel about all the things I've been making you do? And..." She leaned forward, trying to find the right way to ask this question again. "And, how do you feel about me? Do you at least know that, despite everything I make you do, I do care for you?" It was hard to look her in the eye and say it. "Yes, I know that you care. It's just that sometimes... when there's so much other stuff going on... most of which is bad or disturbing... I guess it's just hard to realize or remember that." She understood - all too well. At least he was aware, on some level, that she cared. "So, where do we go from here?" She asked again. "What do we have to change?" He shook his head, then he thought some more and shook his head again. "I don't really know. I guess... nothing." "Nothing?" "As much as I hate to say it," he grinned, "and I really do hate to say this. Despite all the stuff you make me do, and despite all the problems it's causing - and will continue to cause, probably for the rest of my life - and despite all the pain - which I hate - you really are making me live what can only be described as a dream. You're forcing me to do things I never would have been able to do before. The only problem is that all those things are getting harder and harder. But at the same time, I remember that the things that seem like nothing to me now, were just as hard when we first started. So because of you, I'm getting to do things I never imagined I'd be doing in real life - and all too many things I never imagined... period! So I guess my answer has to be, don't change anything, because at least I know how things are supposed to work now. And if we change things, then I'll probably be lost." Mel thought about his answer. It wasn't the answer she was expecting to hear - this morning. It had been mostly the answer she had wanted to hear last night. But now, after being so upset about everything, it was a very unexpected answer. "So we keep on exactly as we have been, or at least as my whims dictate... no matter what it's going to do to you?" Chad closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened his eyes again. "Yes. Just as we have been." Then he thought to add something. "But, maybe you can not pun..." Mel cut him off quickly. "If we're going to go on like before, then you don't get any say as to what I do and what I don't do!" She put a wicked smile on her face. "So, it's full steam ahead?" Chad paused then nodded, "Full steam ahead." And he prayed that he would survive it. Mel felt so much better all of a sudden. Like a huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She leaned back in her chair again. "So, you said that yesterday was a bad day? Tell me about it." Chad picked up his spoon again and started eating. Then he told her in detail how Robin was now starting to get on his case about using his girly voice all the time and how all the women were now teasing him about his upcoming date with Derek. Mel listened raptly to all of it, actually enjoying every word of it. She particularly got a kick when she found out that Robin had seen the picture of him from the poker game and what she had done with it! It was one of those moments when neither of them wanted the outside world to intrude. Consequently, neither of them realized that because his breakfast was taking so long, he was going to be late getting to work. Robin was fretting. It was way past starting time and Sissy hadn't come in yet. Had something happened to him... to her? Should she call her? It wasn't like her to be late for work - ever! A bit of noise from the cubicle next door reached her ears and she was out of her seat in a flash to check. "Sissy!" she said with relief the moment she saw her. "Where have you been? Are you alright?" Chad pulled his cell phone out of his purse before he closed it up in his desk drawer. "I'm fine," he replied. "I'm just running late today. Why, did anybody come looking for me?" "Are you kidding? You know that nobody ever comes down here. Well, almost never." Chad was relieved. "So hopefully, nobody even knows I'm late," he replied. Robin smiled. "Girly voice!" she reminded him. "And I know you were late. Even though I don't really care... much. Hey... new earrings again!" Chad turned his head back and forth so she could see them better. "I like them," Robin declared. "Thanks," Chad replied as he sank down into his chair. "Girly voice!" she reminded him again. Chad just rolled his eyes and still using his regular male voice asked, "Are you going to keep doing that all day?" Robin confidently leaned up against his desk and replied, "You better believe it!" Chad just rolled his eyes again. This was going to be another long day... he just knew it! Mel walked her client to the door, shook hands with him and said goodbye. As soon as the door closed behind him, she headed back towards her office, stopping by Andrea's desk on the way. "You had a phone call while you were busy," Andrea told her as she searched for and quickly found the small piece of paper with the message on it. "Are you taking up dancing or something? Because it's from the dance clothing store at the mall. They said your order is in." Mel smiled broadly. "I'm not taking up dancing, but someone else is." "I wondered if that might be the case," Andrea replied. "What are you getting him?" "Nothing special. Just some toe shoes and a tutu. I've already got the rest of his costume." "Nothing special? So what are you planning on doing with it, have him put on a private little show?" Mel's smile turned wicked. "That much is for certain. But actually, I was considering something a little more... public." Andrea's eyes went wide with surprise. "What?" "You don't want to know!" "Wanna' bet?" Chad stared at his computer screen and mentally went through the list of little jobs he had to do... or rather could possibly do, because none of them were that important. Basically, he really didn't have any major jobs to work on at all. He had finished the list of things that Tom had passed onto him, so he was now free to pretty much do as he liked... as long as Tom didn't find out that he had nothing much to do. "Break time, Sissy." Robin called from the entrance to his cubicle. Chad turned his chair around, but didn't get up. "Hey Robin," he started. "Do you..." "Girly voice!" Robin reminded him. Chad rolled his eyes yet again. "Can we not play that game?" Robin went all the way into his cubicle. "It's for your own good! And your female voice does need a lot of work. If you don't get used to using it and stop using your male voice, then you're never going to learn." "So in other words, you're going to stay on my case about it," Chad noted - still with his male voice. "Girly voice!" Robin reminded him yet again. "Now say that again, like you're supposed to!" Ugh! "So you intend to hound me forever about it!" Chad replied, finally in his girly voice. Robin smiled. "That's much better. Now keep using it!" Chad just shook his head in disgust before he continued - in his girly voice. "What I was trying to ask was if you have a lot of stuff to work on? Because I'm not really working on anything much except stuff that doesn't really have to be done." Robin shook her head and lowered her voice. "As long as you're not going to tell anyone..." Chad just kept looking at her. "I haven't had much to do for two days now. Just a few little things." "That's pretty rare," Chad replied as he got out of his chair to go with her to break. "Both of us aren't working on much of anything. I wonder if we should ask Tom about it." "Are you kidding? I'm kind of enjoying not doing much." "But I'm getting bored!" Chad replied. Robin giggled. "You can always work on your makeup techniques or check the dress sales like I do." Chad made no reply. The truth was that one time he had gone onto the internet - just for a few minutes, to look at some dresses. Well, he was wearing them all the time now! The line for coffee was moderately long, but Chad walked right past everyone in line as soon as he spotted the doughnuts at the other end. He was already happily munching on one as he rejoined the line right behind Robin. "I don't know how you do it!" Robin stated. "I work my ass off at the gym and eat nothing, and here you are eating doughnuts and you're still losing weight! What kind of diet are you on anyway?" The first thing that came to mind for Chad was baby food. But of course he couldn't mention that. "I don't eat much at any other time," he said as he stuffed more of the doughnut into his mouth. "You're so lucky!" Robin replied as she stepped up to the coffee pot. "I never eat anything and I still keep gaining weight!" The table was moderately crowded, but Robin and Chad had no problem finding seats without pulling one up. Chad sat down and sipped his coffee as the women's conversation droned on around him. He dared not say anything because it would have only led to further humiliation. "What do you think, Sissy?" Someone suddenly asked. Chad was startled. He had been lost in his own thoughts about what had happened between him and Mel earlier that morning and hadn't really been listening. The last he remembered, the women had been talking about the latest fashions that were out. "About what?" "Girly voice!" at least three of them reminded him at the same time. Chad felt totally exasperated! They just weren't going to let up - yet. "About what?" he repeated in his girly voice. "What do you mean, about what?" It was embarrassing to admit that he hadn't been listening. "I mean, why ask me? What do I know?" "But that's just the point," the woman who had first asked the question replied. "You're a man... sort of... or at least you used to be... or..." "Close enough!" another of the women supplied so she could continue. "I mean, you've got to have an opinion about what you like and what you don't." Chad hoped that they were still talking about fashion. "I haven't really been paying that much attention to what's new," he replied. "How can you not?" another one asked. "But..." Chad continued. "I was kind of looking at some of the stuff that they're putting on sale in a few of the stores, and..." he felt funny voicing his opinions on dresses, but... "and I kind of liked most of it." "To wear, or to see someone else wearing?" Another woman asked. "Well, I certainly wouldn't want to see a guy in any of it!" Chad replied. "I don't know," another woman replied, "I've been kind of enjoying seeing you in dresses and heels for a change. It's nice to see a guy learn what we have to put up with!" There was some general laughter and agreement around the table. "That was supposed to be a joke," Chad replied, forgetting to use his girly voice again. "Girly voice!" Robin and another woman reminded him again. The other woman giggled. "You're just not going to let me be, are you?" Chad protested. "We never let up!" the woman replied, still giggling. But in the back of his mind, Chad was thinking that they had already let up on one or two things. For instance, they never asked him about the fictitious slogan on his non-existent t-shirt anymore. So, hopefully, eventually they might forget about this too. And that day couldn't come soon enough! Chad sat at his desk and stared at the company phone sitting next to his computer. Should he, or shouldn't he? On the one hand, it was nice to not have much to do for a change, but on the other hand... Giving in to the inevitable, he picked up the phone and called his boss. "Hi Tom, this is Cha... I mean, Sissy." It hurt a bit to say that, but he had only said it because that's what everyone was calling him now. Over the top of the wall, Chad heard Robin shouting, "Girly voice!" Which he promptly ignored. "So even you can't get it straight!" Tom replied. "Well, it's not that easy," Chad explained. "And it's kind of... embarrassing too." "I didn't pick the name, you did!" "Uh... I didn't really get to pick it either. It was kind of... thrust on me." "So what can I do for you?" Tom asked. "Um... I've kind of noticed that things have slacked off a bit here, work wise. I mean, I've got plenty to do, but... do you know of any new projects coming though?" "Any particular reason you're asking?" "No. I was just wondering." "Well, just so you know, we're trying to close a deal on doing a site for another company. But it will be a much smaller job than the last one that you and Robin had to tackle. We won't know for sure about this one though till next week. Are you looking for something to do in the meantime?" "Uh... not really. No. I've got plenty to do here. I was just wondering, that's all." Over the top of the wall, Robin again shouted "Girly voice!" Chad wished she'd stop that. It was embarrassing. "Okay then. I'll let you know the minute I hear anything else." "Great Tom. Thanks." "Girly voice!" Robin said once again. "I'm off the phone!" Chad yelled back in his male voice. Two seconds later, Robin was in his cubicle. "That's not the point! You've got to stop talking like a man! It sounds ridiculous when you're wearing a dress!" "Maybe," Chad admitted, "but my 'girly' voice, as you put it, is pretty ridiculous too." "Yeah it is, but if you're trying to pass yourself off as a woman, it's a lot better than your usual male voice! So what did Tom have to say?" "They're trying to get something, but they won't know about it till next week." "Did he say if he was going to pass anymore work on to us?" "I told him we had plenty to do so I don't think he's going to." "Good! Because I'm enjoying having nothing to do for a change." Mel had to fight her way past the large tutu in her hands to find the keys in her purse. Even wrapped up, the thing was difficult to handle. With a press of the button on her key ring, the trunk of her car opened and she was able to put everything inside. She was glad to get the bulky thing out of her hands... but she couldn't wait to get the darn thing onto Sissy. She was sure that it would make him feel horribly silly and humiliated, but she was also fairly sure that he would absolutely love the silly thing. Of course, he might not really like what she had planned for him with it. But then, that was part of the fun of all this. A short while later, she was parking her car in a different parking lot, right next to Gloria's car, which she noticed was empty. She hurried inside the restaurant to find her friend. "Well you seem to be smiling awfully broadly today," Gloria noted as Mel sat down. "I just picked up a little something special for Sissy," Mel exclaimed, "and I can't wait to see him in it!" Gloria hesitated before she asked, unsure that she really wanted to know. "And what did you get him?" Mel actually blushed a bit. "A big tutu and some toe shoes to go with his pink and white ballet costume." Gloria just nodded. She should have figured it would be something like that. "And who's more excited about it, you or him?" "He hasn't seen it yet, so I really don't know. Of course, what he says about something and what he actually thinks are often two different things." "Are you sure about that?" Gloria asked skeptically. That stopped Mel and actually wiped the broad grin off of her face. "Yeah. Fairly." "I see. So I take it you had your little talk with him finally?" "You might say that." "Uh huh. And what happened? It sounds like it didn't go well." It was a second before Mel could answer. "Not last night." "Last night?" Mel had to stop to consider how to answer that one. "I think... we were both too out of sorts last night for that kind of discussion. He said some things in such a way that... I didn't appreciate." "In other words, he's human." Mel was a bit surprised. "Human?" A strange image of a mechanical Sissy robot pulled from her dream world that morning briefly flashed through her mind. "Of course he's hu... Oh, you mean..." "I mean he's not perfect all the time. That and with the way you treat him, he's got to resent it sometimes." "Maybe," Mel replied. "Probably in fact. But he was falling all over himself to apologize to me this morning... and I kind of apologized to him too. We both felt really bad about last night." "You did, huh? Both of you? And so now you've kissed and made up." "We didn't kiss!" "But you made up." "Yeah." "And the results?" Mel finally smiled again. "Full steam ahead - his decision actually. Full steam ahead!" Gloria had been afraid of just that. The two of them really sounded more like an old married couple than anything else! In some ways. The gym door loomed ahead of him. He stopped before he opened the door and just stared at it for a moment. Did he have the courage to face that darn receptionist again? But actually she was only a minor nuisance on the way to the only fun he was really allowed anymore - as long as Cassie was going to keep playing with his backside. And as long as the receptionist wasn't going to be watching him, he was rather looking forward to that bit of stimulation today. He looked through the glass door and could see her watching him... expectantly? Probably. Summoning up his courage, he opened the door and trudged inside. He knew better now than to try to get out of it. He dropped her his usual curtsey and said hello to her in his sissy voice. He was rewarded by hearing her giggle at him. "Hi Sissy," she said with a broad smile on her face. Then she leaned across the counter and got more serious. "Cassie says I have to ask your permission to go back and watch again today. So... can I? Can I... please?" Chad was totally aghast. That was the last thing that he wanted. Before he could answer, Cassie walked up from the back. "Have you asked him yet?" she asked Cindy. "Just now," Cindy replied. Cassie looked to Chad. "So what is it? Yes or no?" "Oh please..." Cindy begged again before Chad had the chance to vehemently refuse. Chad shook his head. "I don't think..." "But I promise I won't hurt you this time! I won't even touch you... unless you want me to that is." She giggled some more. Chad shook his head again. "I don't think it's a good idea," he finally got out - politely. But Cindy wasn't about to be put off that fast. "But it would be a good idea for me to be there!" That surprised Chad. "Good idea? How could it possibly be good?" "What if Cassie can't be here? What if she's too busy? What if she's sick? You still need someone to take care of you. And I can do that!" Chad was not just surprised, he was aghast! "But..." "It's really a good idea," Cindy continued. "You'd have a backup in case Cassie can't help you. And I'm more than willing." Chad had no doubt about that! "She does have a point," Cassie added. "What if I can't be here? Maybe it would be a good idea." But then she thought of something else. "Are you really sure about this?" she asked Cindy. "Some of this is rather... unpleasant, not to mention down right disgusting! And you're going to have to take care of all of it. Are you prepared for that?" That stopped Cindy in her tracks. "You mean, he sometimes..." Cassie nodded. "Not very often, but it has happened. And it's a major mess." "But you said not very often, so hopefully I may never have to deal with it." "Yes, but there are other aspects that you may find just as unpleasant that you'll have to deal with every time. Unusual aspects." The phrase "unusual aspects" registered on Cindy immediately and instantly got her curiosity up even higher. "Really? What?" she wanted to know. Cassie shook her head. "Things I can't discuss here." Chad was silently praying that Cindy would back off now. He didn't want to imagine Cindy playing with his back end the way Cassie did. Well, he was curious about it, but he simply didn't want Cindy there! Cindy turned things over in her mind very briefly. But now there was another aspect to the silly sissy here that she wanted to know about, an unusual one. She was more interested now than ever. "I still want to. More than ever now!" she declared boldly. "Okay Cindy. You've convinced me. You can watch again." Cindy let out of squeal of delight. "Better go find someone to watch the desk while you're back there." Chad could feel himself backed into a corner he didn't want to be in. What had happened to needing his permission? "But I thought..." But that's as far as he got. He looked at Cassie in horror. Cassie just looked at him with a dominating smirk on her face. "And what say does a big sissy baby like you have in the matter?" Chad said nothing, because he knew he really had no say in the matter at all. Meekly, he followed Cassie back toward the little office they used every day. Cindy arrived excitedly just before they closed the door. He didn't really want her in there at all! "Close the blinds on the window," Cassie told Cindy. She looked at Chad who wasn't moving. "Aren't you going to get undressed? Neither of us has all day." Chad had a feeling that this wasn't going to go very well at all. Not happy about matters, he began unfastening his skirt. As he removed each item of clothing, he had to listen to Cindy's excited surprise over every little item he was wearing. Why did she have to be there? Finally, he was down to just his waist cincher, diapers, and plastic panties. He laid down on the floor to get changed - in front of Cindy again. Cassie usually prepared everything for Chad's diaper change while he was undressing, but not today. Since Cindy was so fascinated with everything that Sissy was wearing, she put it off until she could get all of Cindy's attention... or at least more of it. Once Sissy was ready, she knelt down next to him and motioned for Cindy to do the same. She pulled the diaper bag next to her and opened it. "Everything you need is right in here," she told Cindy. She reached into Sissy's diaper bag and pulled out one of his baby bottles. Instead of handing it to Sissy, she handed it to Cindy instead. "Here, want to give this to him?" Cindy took the bottle delightedly. "Here comes your bottle, baby," she crooned teasingly as she brought the nipple to his lips. Chad let it slip into his mouth and began sucking on it as he brought his hands up to hold the bottle. But Cindy wasn't letting go. Was she going to hold it for him the whole time? "Let him hold it," Cassie said as she sorted through the diaper bag. Cindy reluctantly relinquished her hold on the bottle. Chad felt a tiny bit better about the matter. Cassie stopped what she was doing and looked into the diaper bag, then up at Cindy. Then she suddenly passed the diaper bag over to her. "Here. You want to learn how to take care of him? Then you should do this." Cindy squealed again with excitement. Chad took the bottle out of his mouth to protest, but one determined look from Cassie stopped him. He put the bottle back in his mouth and began drinking again. Oh great! Now the stupid receptionist was actually going to change him! Not good! "You're going to need two of those disposables," Cassie told Cindy. "There's a small pair of scissors in the bag, but I usually use the better ones on the desk there. You're going to have to cut the lining of one of them." She guided Cindy though her usual process of preparing the fresh diapers for Sissy. All too soon, Chad felt Cindy pulling down his plastic panties... down his legs and off of his feet. Under Cassie's guidance, she pulled open his soaked diapers. She didn't do much else for a moment as she looked closely at his plastic enclosed penis. "It's so small," Cindy remarked to Cassie. "Is it always like that?" "It has been for a while now. But of course, as you can see, that thing won't let it get much bigger." "But there is still some room in it." Cindy noted. Cassie smiled. "And that's just the way it's supposed to stay." But with Cindy now working on him, for some unknown reason, Chad was beginning to feel the faint bite of the teeth inside that chastity device - warning him, threatening him, reminding him of what might happen if he started to get the least bit hard again. But that was something totally out of Chad's control. He did his very, very best to lay back and ignore what was happening to him below his waist. Chad closed his eyes and felt someone wiping off his front side. He tried to convince himself that it was Cassie doing it, but that was difficult since Cassie was constantly telling Cindy how to do everything. And then the soaked diapers under him were removed and he set his bottom back down on two fresh dry ones. "Okay Sissy. Roll over," Cassie directed. Chad set his baby bottle down and rolled over. Was Cassie going to have Cindy play with him... like she did? He worried about that the entire time she was wiping his backside clean. And then came the baby lotion being applied. Not massaged into him like Cassie did, just... applied. Wiped onto him. It was with relief that he next heard Cassie telling Cindy about the stupid suppositories and what she was going to have to do with them. He was glad to hear Cindy make an exclamation of how awful it sounded, but the stupid girl plucked up her courage and took the lousy jar anyway. A moment later, he could feel her cautiously trying to insert the miserable thing up into his rectum. "How do I get it in?" Cindy started to say, then all of a sudden her finger and the pill went up inside of him. "Oh!" she exclaimed with surprise as she pulled her finger back out again, leaving the suppository just inside of him. "You're going to have to push it all the way in... up as far as you can reach." Cassie told her. "Do I have to?" Cindy asked as she held her finger up, thinking only how gross it was and wondering how long it would be until she could wash her hands. "You're the one who wanted to do this," Cassie reminded her. "I told you that there were some unusual aspects to all of this." Instead of saying anything, Cindy put her finger back down on his little hole and pushed a bit, trying to get it inside. "I'm not hurting him doing this, am I?" "No. In fact, he rather likes it!" Very slowly and cautiously, Cindy stuck her finger all the way up into him as far as she could, pushing the little pill up further and further. Ewww! Then, very quickly, she pulled her finger back out again. Cassie handed her a wipe so she could clean her hand. Cindy was surprised that her finger had come out of him relatively clean. She had expected it to be all brown and totally disgusting. But as she wiped her finger off along with the rest of her hand, she looked down at his backside and thought about what it was that the suppositories were supposed to do. "But with that thing up inside of him, won't it make him..." She paused, trying to find a polite way to say it. "Absolutely," Cassie replied. "That's the whole point." "And he gets one every day?" Cindy asked. "Actually, he gets one now and one before he goes to bed every night too." Then Cindy wondered something else. "How long before they start working? I mean, will he, you know, before I get him diapered again?" Cassie almost laughed. "No. But I'm not really sure how long before it goes to work." She turned to Sissy. "How long before these things usually do their thing?" Chad answered, but it was reluctantly. "It usually takes a couple of hours now. I usually find myself with... problems, by mid afternoon." "So who changes you then?" Cindy asked. "Nobody, not till I can get home after work and take a shower." Cindy giggled. "So you're stuck in messy diapers every day?" "Unfortunately." Cindy giggled again. "Poor baby," she said to him. "Okay, Sissy. Time to roll back over again." Chad rolled back over and picked up his baby bottle again while Cassie directed Cindy in how to tape both diapers up. Then his plastic panties were pulled up onto him again. "You'll usually have to wait a few minutes till he finishes his bottle," Cassie told Cindy. He has to finish it before he can get out of here." Cindy just laughed. "What a big baby!" Mel checked her messages after lunch and found one from Cassie asking her to call. That was nothing new, Cassie called almost every day. Mel found that sometimes she enjoyed the break from thinking about her work cases. But she had a few minutes now so she tried to reach Cassie back again. She was rewarded to hear Cassie answer her phone. "Hi Cassie. What's up?" Mel asked. "Hey Mel. I just wanted to tell you about what happened today... before you could hear about it from anywhere, or anyone, else." Mel was immediately a bit anxious about what Cassie was going to say. It sounded like trouble! "Okay, what happened? What did he do now?" "Him? Nothing. Me, on the other hand, well... Remember our little receptionist, Cindy, that I allowed to watch a bit before?" "Yeah," Mel returned cautiously. "Well, I let her convince me to let her watch again. But she kind of suggested that it would be a good idea if she learned how to do it because if I'm not available for some reason, then she would be available to change him. You know?" "Okay, I'm with you so far. So you let her watch again?" "More than that, I let her actually do the work. I had her change him while I told her what to do." "I see..." Mel replied as she tried to think about the whole situation. "And what did Sissy seem to think of the idea. Did it seem to excite him?" "Not exactly. And he wasn't too pleased about it at all." "But he let her do it?" "I didn't exactly give him a choice in the matter." "Okay..." Mel replied as she digested that too. "And how did she do?" "Basically, she did just fine. I didn't mention any of the other stuff I usually do with him, but I did make her shove one of his suppositories up inside of him since it was his day to get one. I didn't tell her though that he doesn't get them every day anymore. I didn't want to take the chance that she might tell him. So please don't be mad at me. You said to use my own judgment on the matter." "Oh, I'm not mad at all," Mel replied as she fully digested everything that Cassie had told her. "It sounds like it all went just fine, so I guess that now Sissy will have one more thing to worry about, or maybe look forward to, when he goes in there. You did say that she likes to tease him. Maybe it will prove to be... interesting for him in the future." "Maybe," Cassie agreed. "And besides, like she pointed out, now there's someone else here besides me who can take care of him... if necessary." "Sissy..." Robin called over the wall. "What are you doing?" Chad almost yelled back "Nothing!" but he stopped himself just in time. It wouldn't be good to be yelling that - just in case anyone else might hear it. "Working!" he yelled back. "Why?" "Girly voice, Sissy. You've got to use your girly voice!" "It's hard to yell that way." "It doesn't matter! You need to get used to it in all situations." "So what do you want?" Chad yelled back - in his stupid high pitched voice. What a pain! "Come look at this." Tired of yelling over the wall, Chad got up from his seat to see what she wanted. He really didn't have anything better to do anyway. "What is it?" he asked as he walked into her cubicle. "Look at this," Robin said. "This store just posted the latest dresses they got in." The major part of Chad really was interested, but there was still something in him that made him hold back - male pride perhaps. "And why should I be interested?" "Geez! You really have a long way to go," Robin replied - something she had said many times to him before. "I just thought that you'd enjoy looking at them. Besides, maybe you'll find something good to wear for your date with Derek this weekend." His date with Derek! The one thing he didn't want to be reminded of! "I don't think I need anything special for that." "So? It never hurts to look does it?" Chad didn't want to admit that he had been filling some time at his own desk looking at shoes. "I guess not," he replied. She looked at him. "You know, maybe if you tried softening your voice a bit, then it might sound better. I mean, the higher pitch is one thing, but you've got to start working on making it sound better now." "Softer?" Chad asked, dropping his voice to almost a whisper. "Not that way! Just not as harsh! Try it!" Chad wasn't really sure that it was what Robin wanted, but he tried. "Is this better?" he asked, trying to take some of the edge out of his 'girly' voice. Robin just looked at him. "I think so. Maybe. It's a step in the right direction anyway. Why don't you go get your chair and we'll look at these dresses together. See if there's anything you like. Then you can practice talking a bit more... femininely." Chad didn't know what he should really do, but knowing Robin, he wasn't going to have an easy time getting out of it. So he left momentarily and came back pushing his chair ahead of him. Together they sat and discussed each and every dress, one at a time. Robin constantly tried to figure out little ways to make his voice sound better. By the time they reached the last dress - an hour later, he was sounding a bit better, but only a bit. Mel sat on the toilet and glanced down to check the pad protecting her panties from the ravages of her period. It was obviously soaked. Time to change it - again! Ugh! She hated her periods... mostly. Unfortunately, they were all part of being a woman. Why couldn't men have at least a similar problem to deal with every month? She briefly toyed with the idea of making Sissy go through some kind of monthly period, but she quickly abandoned the idea. The total lack of control she had over her bloody mess - wasn't that pretty much like the total lack of control she was trying to create in him - permanently? And pads would never be enough for what Sissy was experiencing. Sometimes, three heavy diapers weren't enough. No, what Sissy was feeling was probably much worse. Of course, there were the cramps and bloating issues to deal with. But the cramps were probably nothing compared to the pain she inflicted on him - and not just once a month. And the bloating? Well, she was forcing him to drink a fairly extreme amount of liquids all the time. She had no doubt that despite all the weight he still seemed to be losing, his body was probably overly waterlogged to boot. But at least her period was slowing down now. It wouldn't be long until it was over - at least for the next month. She looked forward to it ending. Of course there were also the fringe benefits of no period to think about too. Like a little sexual stimulation from Sissy's talented tongue. That thought made her smile! And from somewhere in the back of her brain, she remembered a phrase that Cassie had said to her last month - "If you're not making a mess, then you're not having sex!" That stopped her in her tracks. Could she really do that with him? Did she dare? Even now, when she still had another day or so to go? She almost giggled. There was nothing there that would really hurt him. In fact, since she blindfolded him every time, he might not ever know! Did she dare? The thought did kind of turn her on. This time, she did giggle out loud. "Break time!" Robin called from the entrance to Chad's cubicle. Chad turned in his seat. "Good! I could use a break," he replied in his usual male voice. "From what?" "From doing nothing!" Robin giggled. "Hey! Say that again, but try to make it sound better." "Can't we just go to break?" "Come on! I'm trying to help you! The least you could do is to try to cooperate a little!" Ugh! "What did you want me to say again?" "Anything!" Robin shook her head. "Never mind, let's just go!" Chad mentally cheered. Had he actually won that round? He got up and followed Robin out into the hallway. They were early enough that the break room wasn't crowded at all when they got there. Chad and Robin each poured their coffee and were the first to sit down at the women's table. Chad sipped his drink and watched as some of the usual women entered the room. It was amazing how many of these women he knew now... although most of them he associated with how much they liked to tease him. Still, he guessed that each of them was now a friend... of sorts. He was still embarrassed about being "one of them." Even if he wasn't really. But he was sitting there in a skirt and blouse - just like... some of them - because the majority of them wore nice pants to work. "Hi Robin. Hi Sissy," one of the women greeted them as she walked up with her coffee and sat down. She was quickly joined by two more, then three more, then... more. Within minutes, the table was buzzing with different conversations. Chad tried his best to stay out of most of it, but there were times when some of them would ask for his opinion on something or just made a dumb comment about something. And the odd thing that Chad noticed, was that for once, they all seemed to be friendly. None of them were teasing him... yet. And then his eye just happened to catch Derek walking into the break room. He saw Derek glance at the table full of women, and then at him. Derek stopped dead and stared at him for a second, then turned around and walked out again. Chad suddenly felt bad. He had no doubt that Derek had left just to avoid him. "Hey, wasn't that Derek?" one of the women asked. "Yeah, he just turned and left," another woman relied. "I wonder why he did that?" Robin looked at Chad. "Why don't you go after him?" "Why would I want to do that?" Actually Chad was glad that Derek had left. He didn't want to be seen with him any more than necessary either. The rumors and teasing were already too much. "Well," another woman replied, "aren't you supposed to be his girlfriend?" "I'm not his girlfriend! We're just stuck having to go out on a date together. And I don't think either of us is happy about it." "You're not his girlfriend?" one of the women noted. "But you're his friend, and right now, you're certainly the girl in the relationship. Am I wrong?" Chad looked for a way out of that argument and quickly realized that anything he said would probably turn out bad. "Well, I guess that's sort of true. But I'm not really his girlfriend." "Sure you are Honey. Now why don't you start acting like a girl and go after him? You don't want him to think you're not interested, do you?" Go after him? They wanted him to go after him? He shook his head, then smiled broadly. "I'm playing hard to get." He replied. "Let him come to me." His answer brought a round of laughter from most of the table. "Hey Sissy," another of the women said. "It sounds like your voice is starting to get a little better." "It still has a long way to go though!" another woman added. "Yeah, but I think it does sound better," the first woman replied. "We've been working on it a bit," Robin explained. "The problem is though, that he doesn't want to keep trying!" "It's difficult!" Chad complained. "Not to mention embarrassing." "Honey, you think wearing a dress and sounding like a man isn't embarrassing enough?" one of the women asked. "And who ever said that being a woman was easy?" There was some general laughter and agreement around the table. "You should try it from my perspective," Chad muttered. "Well if you're trying to live your life from our perspective, then try listening to your heart a bit more. Try acting like a woman more. That man is definitely fine! So go get him! Let him know that you like him." Chad quickly realized that this was starting to go exactly where he didn't want it to go. "But I'm not really his girlfriend. We're just friends." "Don't matter Honey. Relationships are important to a woman! Any relationship. If I were you, I'd get my panty covered fanny out there and make sure you and he are still good!" Panty covered fanny? If she only knew what he was really wearing on his fanny! "But we are good!" "Didn't look like it to me! Like I said, relationships are important. If you want to be the girl, then you go make sure that he knows things are still okay." "She's right, you know," Robin added. "You should go and make sure that he's not mad at you." "I feel like you're all trying to get rid of me," Chad complained. "Honey, we're trying to help you! Now get!" Chad sighed, this wasn't a good idea. He got up from his chair though to do as they suggested. "See you all later." "Go get him, girl!" one of the women called after him. Chad wasn't sure but he thought he heard more laughter behind him. He was supposed to be the girl in the relationship? Well, he supposed that that part was true. He just wasn't used to having to act like a girl... not that he'd really have the first clue as to how. As he left the break room, he wondered where Derek had gone. Probably back to his desk upstairs. He wasn't about to go all the way up there... period! Chad half heartedly searched the hallways for Derek - on his way straight back to his own desk. He really had no intention of talking to Derek. He knew perfectly well how Derek felt about the situation because it was exactly how he felt. But as he passed the doors across from the elevator that led outside, he noticed someone standing just outside, leaning up against the wall. Even from behind, he could tell that it was Derek. Should he go out there, or not? Was it really a girl thing to want to patch things up? Not that there was anything wrong between them to begin with. But he could tell that Derek wasn't exactly happy. Before he knew what he was doing, he was opening the door and walking out. "Hey, Derek," He said... cautiously, in his male voice. Derek looked up at him in annoyance. "You want something?" "I just want to make sure that you're not totally mad at me," Chad replied. "I'm not too thrilled about this date situation either." "Yeah, well trust me, it's even more embarrassing from my point of view," he replied. "I mean, look at you, you're obviously okay with going out with anybody at all!" "Not really." "Well, at least you don't care what gender they are then. You are the one wearing the skirt here." Unfortunately, Chad couldn't deny that part at all. From Derek's point of view, he was probably completely right... even if he was really wrong. Chad was suddenly more aware of the skirt around his legs and the way that he was dressed than ever. "I know it looks that way, but... things aren't always what they seem. I'm not interested in going out with guys." Derek shook his head. "It doesn't matter. With the way you're dressed, nobody would ever think twice about who you're with!" Chad couldn't deny that statement either. "I just wanted to make sure you're not avoiding me because of this stupid date we're stuck with." "I was," Derek replied. "You have no idea the amount of teasing that Ray has been heaping on me over this. You don't have to put up with that problem at all!" "I have every woman in the company teasing me and riding my ass instead. Not just one person, a lot of people." Derek looked at him. "You're kidding? They're teasing you about it?" "Constantly!" Derek smiled. "I'm glad it's not just me then." "I just don't want you to have to walk out of the room if I happen to be there," Chad said. Derek nodded. "Thanks, but for now, it may be better if I do." Chad nodded disappointedly. "I understand. Is there anything I can do to help?" "Other than not be anywhere I'm going? I don't think so." "That's going to be hard. I don't want you to not be able to use the break room. We were doing fine till this stupid date thing popped up - although the women were all teasing me even before that about me and you." "You're kidding!" "No, but that's just women. They have to have something like that to talk about all the time. Relationships are more important to women than to men." "I guess you should know... now." Chad was about to deny that, but wasn't that the reason he was taking to Derek now? "I'm... learning," he finally replied. "I guess I still have a lot to learn about women... or even about being one." "Well, good luck with that. I can't help you there." Chad smiled. "I guess not." "You know though..." "Yeah," "You could try being a bit more... consistent." "Consistent?" "Yeah. I mean, look... you're out here wearing a skirt and heels, and you're talking to me like a man. At least, I mean, you're talking in your old male voice. By the way, weren't you supposed to be trying to stop that? It makes me feel funny to be talking to you when you look like a woman, but then you open your mouth and I hear the old you instead!" Chad actually blushed. "Sorry," he replied, this time in his new, more feminine, girly voice. "I thought it would make you feel... more at ease." "Yeah, I get it. But it just seems weird. You know?" "Yeah, I guess so." "And then there's the way you dress." Chad was surprised. He quickly looked down at what he was wearing. "What's wrong with it, other than the fact that it's totally feminine?" Derek shook his head. "It's not that! You look fine - now! I guess anyway, for what you're trying to do. It's just that... well... the other night. What was with the crazy way you were dressed then? It was stupid! What were you trying to do?" He shook his head. "I sure hope you're not going to dress like that for our date Sunday." The problem was that Chad couldn't really guarantee that at all. Knowing Mel, she might come up with anything! "Sorry, no guarantees," he replied. Derek rolled his eyes. "Think about it! For my sake! Please! Don't make things any worse than they already are." Chad just nodded. "I'll... think about it." Unfortunately, it was a matter he knew he would have no say in whatsoever. "So... are we good then? I mean, still friends?" Derek just looked at him, but finally nodded. "Yeah, still friends. I just wish you hadn't... changed." Chad hung his head sheepishly. "Sorry," he replied. "It kind of caught me by surprise too." Derek just shook his head. "I don't think I'll ever understand." "It's okay. I don't expect you to. Just don't hit me when we're together," he joked. This time Derek smiled. "If you can't guarantee what you'll be wearing for that date, then I'm not going to guarantee that!" Robin had almost missed seeing Sissy and Derek talking together outside. She desperately wished she could eavesdrop on that conversation, but that was out of the question. So she waited inside across the hallway for him. Finally she saw the two of them shaking hands together and together they turned and walked back inside. It was the handshake that bothered her though - it was all wrong! She shook her head at Chad the minute they got through the door. "I guess you two are still friends?" she asked. "Yeah, we're good," Sissy replied. "There was never any doubt." He looked up at Derek for confirmation. Derek's non-spoken shrug told him that Derek still had some doubts though. Robin looked back to Sissy and shook her head again at him. "You really have an awful lot to learn!" "What now?" Sissy asked. "I thought I was doing pretty well." "Women don't shake hands like you two just did. In fact, what you probably should have done was to give him a small hug instead. But even shaking hands, you shouldn't do it like a man!" Derek looked down at Sissy. "I see what you mean about them being on your case all the time. And just for the record. I'm glad you didn't try to hug me, because then I might have had to hit you for it!" Chad would have laughed his comment off, but just then the stupid suppository that Cindy had put up inside of him at the gym earlier decided to do its thing. Without warning, he suddenly felt his insides rushing out into his diaper. "Hey," Derek exclaimed, seeing the look on Sissy's face, "I didn't really mean it! It was just a joke... sort of." "It's okay," Sissy replied, carefully trying to not show what was really happening. "It just kind of caught me by surprise." He just wasn't going to mention what that it that had caught him by surprise really was. After Derek left, Robin said, "You know, you did go white as a sheet there for a moment. But then, I guess I might too if someone that big threatened to hit me." There was no way that Chad could tell her anything about what had really happened. "Like I said, it just kind of caught me by surprise." A little while later, Chad was staring at his computer screen, wondering what to do with his free time. Hoping that Robin would stay away for a while, he opened up the spreadsheet that he kept for tracking his progress on the bet. Next to today's date, he noticed that there were still 22 days to go. He couldn't decide if that seemed like a lot or a little. He moved up to yesterday's date, to the column where he kept track of how long he had managed to hold back. The row for the day before said twelve minutes, the first time he had shown improvement in a while. But what should he put down for yesterday? Unfortunately, it wasn't twelve minutes again. He pretty much knew the exact amount of time he had managed yesterday, but should he round it up? It would certainly sound better. Of course, since he hadn't managed to make the full minute, he could also round the number down just as well. In the end, he opted for the amount of time he remembered. He hated putting the number down but he did... nine and a half minutes. Two and a half minutes less than the day before. What had happened? Once again he seemed to be on a downward trend, and this time he had lost another two and a half minutes. What was happening? It was Mel... and her stupid diaper games. They were really taking a toll on him. But for the life of him, he didn't know what he could do about it. He just prayed that in the end, his body would do like it always did and bounce back quickly - very quickly. Otherwise... He closed the spreadsheet because he didn't want to think about the consequences at all. But now what was he supposed to do with the rest of his afternoon? His mind pulled up an image he had seen on the internet of some interesting shoes. Having nothing better to do, he went in search of them. Chad was yawning when he heard his cell phone ring. It was almost quitting time. Almost time to go home. He quickly dug his phone out and glanced at who was calling - Mel! "Hello?" he said, for once not afraid to use his 'girly' voice. "Well, I must say, it's a pleasure to not hear your stupid masculine voice when you answer for once. Although I'd much rather hear your sissy voice than your girly voice. But it is a definite improvement." "Thank you," he replied. He had almost added "Mistress." He was glad that he had caught himself in time. "I just wanted to remind you that we have our therapy session tonight. So make sure you get home and cleaned up fast. I'd like to have plenty of time for dinner." "I remember, and I'm looking forward to it." The relaxation therapy sessions were by far one of the best things in his life now. He always looked forward to them. "Good. I shouldn't be late tonight. Don't forget to phone me when you're rea