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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 43 (Saturday - week 6) Her dreams were a mass of confused feelings. She was in her nice safe house where everything felt totally secure and relaxed. But over and over again she had to leave her house to go out and look for Sissy, who kept leaving for one reason after another. Outside her house, everything was shrouded in dark shadows so that she could hardly see. She felt frightened in the dim light, but the need to find Sissy and bring him back drove her on. Over and over again she had to go out and search the dark places to find him, and once she did find him, she had to convince him to come home with her again. Home... back into her house where everything was safe and calm. But he never stayed home long at all. Something kept calling him out and before she knew it, he was gone again. Eventually, she found herself searching for him at some type of fancy party, an affair of some kind - that she finally realized was a wedding. All the people were dressed up fancy - except her. She felt very out of place among them. But where was Sissy? She knew he had to be there somewhere. People milled about everywhere. But they were all people she didn't know. And then she stumbled upon the wedding itself. She thought for a moment that it was two women marrying each other, but when she looked closer, she saw that one of them was Sissy. Both of them were wearing long white wedding gowns. Sissy was in the middle of marrying Robin! No! It couldn't happen! She wouldn't let it happen! She pleaded with him over and over again as he stood next to the blonde tart while the minister went on with the ceremony. But he refused to listen to her. Why? Did he hate her that much? What did Robin have that she didn't - except an overly developed body! All he kept saying was that he had to do it. He had no choice. But she couldn't get a clear reason as to why. And all the stupid blonde tramp did was to turn her head toward her and smirk as if to say, I beat you! I've got him and there's nothing you can do about it. Frantic, she pulled on Sissy's wedding gown, trying to pull him away from Robin and the ceremony. Harder and harder she pulled... and she was moving him now. She pulled and pulled, dragging him further and further away from Robin. But she suddenly couldn't move him anymore. She turned to see that Robin had grabbed his arm and was pulling him back. No! She fought harder, the tug of war over Sissy taking all her strength. She didn't gain any ground, but she didn't lose any either. She had to win! She had to win! She had to win! The buzzing of her alarm reached through her dream. She clung tightly onto Sissy's wedding gown, not daring to let go... all the while becoming more and more conscious of the fact that her alarm clock was buzzing. But the more the alarm buzzed, the more aware of it she became and the less aware of her dream she was... until finally she woke up completely and the dream faded into only fragmented pieces. Whew! As she reached over to turn off her alarm, the last of the dream fragments faded into nothingness. She pulled her covers back and sat up on the side of her bed and took a deep breath. What had she been dreaming about? Something involving Sissy and that's all she could remember - except that it had upset her. It was a bit earlier than she wanted to get up for a Saturday, but she had things to do this morning. She got to her feet and headed for her kitchen - and her coffee pot. As she watched the coffee dripping down, she was reminded of all the work she had done last night making tea. And afterwards, when she had gone to his apartment to leave a note, she had discovered that he had only the one baby bottle and none at all in his refrigerator. She seriously doubted that he had refilled that one bottle multiple times. She had gone back to her own apartment where she had gathered up most of the bottles she had just made and took them to his apartment. She also had rewritten the note with new instructions for him. Something in her nether-regions stirred with excitement as she remembered trying something with him while he was sleeping. She had carefully pulled the silly pacifier out of his mouth and stuck one of the new baby bottles of tea in its place. She had to prop the thing up on his pillow to get it to stay, but she had almost woke him up with her laughing when she realized that he was sucking on the thing - drinking from the bottle - while he was still sleeping! Now, remembering just that, she could no longer stifle the little laugh that escaped her. Suddenly, she felt better and happier than she had since she woke up. Silly Sissy. He was so good for her spirits in so many ways! But continuing to think about him soon brought to mind her one biggest concern from yesterday. Her happy mood vanished as she thought about it. What was she going to do about Robin? Did she still want to go through with her plan for Operation Robin? Was it even possible to go through with the plan? She hadn't been able to set things up properly with Robin yesterday. And most of all - was it the right thing to do? Operation Robin would undoubtedly change things drastically - for everyone. Yet, she still wanted to do it, so there had to be something there that made it a good idea. The plan would definitely put Robin in her place and hopefully keep her away from Sissy - forever... or so she hoped anyway. With women like that you could never really tell. But was it really the right thing to do? The problem was that everything she knew about Robin was all in her mind. She had never really met the woman so she didn't really know her at all. Yet, she still wanted to go through with the plan. Ugh! She just couldn't make up her mind! Her coffee had finished brewing and she poured her first cup of the day and headed to her living room to consider what she should do. What should she do about that stupid tramp Robin? One moment there was blissful silence, the next, mind jarring rock music screamed loudly out of Chad's pink clock radio, tearing him painfully from his blissful slumber. It took him a moment to collect his wits enough to realize what was going on. He started to roll toward the edge of his blowup mattress only to find that something odd was in his mouth and was getting in his way. Instead of his pacifier, he found a baby bottle there instead. Where had that come from? The last he remembered last night - and barely remembered at that - was grabbing his pacifier before rolling over to go to sleep. He grabbed the bottle, noting that it was mostly empty. He got to his knees on the floor, knocking over several baby bottles over in the process, and finally turned off the mind numbing music. Whew! He hated being woken up like that every day. But sometimes he could be such a sound sleeper. He stared at the bottle he had pulled from his mouth. There was only a little bit of liquid left in it - and it was Mel's green tea! Last night when he came home, he discovered that he only had one bottle left in his refrigerator, so that was all he drank instead of his usual three bottles. Now, it looked like she had stuck a second bottle in his mouth while he was sleeping - and he had drank it - in his sleep! He glanced down at the bottles on the floor. Instead of just the one empty bottle from last night, there was another full bottle of tea too. Obviously, Mel had been busy last night. He grabbed the second full bottle and climbed awkwardly to his feet. The simple task was made very difficult by the extreme bulk of all the diapers he was wearing. She had really layered the cloth diapers on him last night. That, combined with all the wetting he had done during the night, not to mention messing the diapers as well, made them really thick and bulky. Heavy too. The one odd thing that he noted was the absence of the breast forms that were usually glued to his chest. Though it was a relief to have them gone, if only just for a while, it also felt strange to not have them there. He stumbled wide-leggedly out toward the kitchen to see if she had left him a note. She had said she would - she usually did - and the unexpected presence of the additional bottles led him to believe her note would be there as usual. And of course, it was. Sissy, Sorry, no day off today! We have too much to do! I saw that you didn't get enough bottles last night so I left you a few more. Make sure you finish the two I left you last night before you do anything else. Then start working on four more. I had better see a total of seven empty bottles when you get here this morning! As usual, phone me the minute you put your one diaper on. Wear just your one diaper and your pink patent shoes - and nothing else! Do your hair but don't bother with makeup today. Be here at eight-thirty sharp. Be ready to go out after breakfast! Chad read through the note twice more. The entire thing was odd! First of all, this was Saturday - the one day when he usually had the morning off. Mostly off anyway. He did usually have to go shopping for whatever items he needed to get through the week. Did her note mean that he wouldn't be going shopping for anything he needed - like diapers? She did say they had a lot to do, but he didn't have a clue as to what that might mean. Something told him though that he might not want to find out! Then there was the part about wearing just his one diaper and the pink patent heels and nothing else. That part scared him more than a bit - mostly because her note had also included the part about going out somewhere. That didn't sound good at all! Did she really intend to take him somewhere dressed in just his diaper and heels? It sure sounded that way. And where did she intend on taking him? He was sure she hadn't mentioned anything about it yesterday. So what did she have in mind today? Puzzled by it all, he went to his refrigerator to grab four more bottles of tea and found half a dozen that hadn't been there when he went to bed last night. Mel had been busy indeed! Four bottles for this morning plus one more from last night. That was five bottles he still had to drink before he went to her place at eight-thirty. He suddenly realized he was peeing again. Ugh! No doubt by the time he finished the five bottles he would be peeing nonstop for the next two days. And then some! It was surprising how his body automatically went into its "don't hold back" mode now. And it was surprising how much it seemed to prefer staying in that mode. His body was no longer always giving him any signs that he was going to pee, and sometimes now he wasn't always realizing it when he was actually peeing. But with all the liquids that Mel kept making him drink, coupled with all the time he had to wear only one diaper with a very short time limit to make it leak, his body had no choice but to not hold back. Bowing to the inevitable, he carried his bottles into his living room where he sat in his one and only chair and stared at the childish pictures on the wall that he had colored - while he went to work on his bottles. Five bottles this morning instead of the usual three. It was going to be a long, long weekend! Mel was in the middle of stirring his baby food breakfast when her phone rang. Sissy had already called her a little while earlier as he was putting on his diaper, so she didn't know who else could possibly be calling her this early - on a Saturday. She picked up her phone and answered it. "Hello?" "Hey Mel. It's Sandy. I didn't get you up, did I?" "No, I was just fixing Sissy's breakfast. What's up?" "Cassie and I just wanted to find out if you were still going through with your plan for Robin this morning. That's all." That was still Mel's big problem. She still didn't know. "I've been thinking about that all morning," she replied, "and I'm just not sure." "So what do we do?" Mel considered things again. Since she didn't know, maybe the best thing she could do was to do nothing... or at least put it off till she knew more. "Tell you what. Let's call it off for now." "Okay, no problem. It's probably for the best anyway. Since you're not doing it, Cassie is going to go into work for a few hours. How about Sissy? Can I have him again like usual?" "Yeah, I'll bring him by later this morning and you can play with him all you like." That much made Sandy happy. Playing with Sissy was one thing she looked forward to all week. "Great! I'll expect him later this morning then. Can I feed him lunch again?" "Yeah, you better. I know he'd probably like something better to eat than baby food for a change, but he did get a good dinner last night so another meal of baby food won't kill him. Although I'm sure by now that he'd rather be eating something with a bit more substance to it. You know what I mean?" Sandy giggled. "I think so. You mean something he can actually chew." Mel laughed, "Yeah, something like that." Sandy giggled again. "Like you said, it won't hurt him though." Mel smiled. "Not one little bit." "Oh, hey... I'm going to need his highchair again when he comes." "No problem. I'll have him carry it over when I bring him." "Great Mel. I can't wait!" After five baby bottles, Chad wasn't really all that hungry for breakfast, not that he was very interested in eating baby food anyway. Yuck! But if he didn't get to Mel's apartment fairly soon then he was going to be late - and he didn't really want to be punished for that. Feeling sillier than ever, not to mention a bit nervous wearing nothing but one diaper and his bright pink heels, he grabbed his diaper bag and purse along with a plastic bag filled with empty baby bottles, and headed outside to walk the short distance to Mel's apartment. As soon as he got outside, Chad noticed one person about to climb into his car down below. The guy stopped with a startled look on his face as he stared up at him. Chad purposely tried to ignore him and did his best to not look in his direction. Things were embarrassing enough! He rang Mel's doorbell and waited. A moment later, she opened her door. He curtsied. "Good mowning, Mistwess," he greeted her in his sissy voice. Mel smiled. "Good morning, Sissy. Come on in, I've got your breakfast all ready." The sight of him standing outside in nothing but a diaper and those pink heels almost made her laugh. As he walked past her she saw someone down below staring up at them. She waved to the man before she closed the door. "I see you were entertaining the neighbors." Chad blushed a bit. "I couldn't help it. I tried to ignore him." "Why? I'm sure he would have liked to get a better look at you." Chad didn't even want to contemplate such a thing. "Your breakfast is all ready," she said as she took the bag of empty baby bottles from him. "Climb up into your highchair." With no other clothes on, Mel had no trouble seeing how wet his diaper was. And it was already wetter than she had expected. Something she was glad to see. They had to go out this morning, and fairly soon. She briefly wondered if he was going to manage to get the thing leaking before they left. If not... She briefly opened the plastic bag and looked inside. Seven empty baby bottles. One of them he had drank before she got there last night. One would be the one she stuck in his mouth while he was sleeping - she briefly wondered if she could do that again. The third bottle would be the other one he was supposed to drink last night but didn't. Plus four more from this morning. All of them there and accounted for. Perfect! Chad soon found himself once again trapped in his highchair with a bib tied around his neck. Mel brought his breakfast of baby cereal over to him and handed him one of his tiny baby spoons to eat it with - held toddler style in his left fist. By the time she brought him yet another bottle to drink, he was already carefully attacking the cereal. He wasn't the least bit happy to see the bottle she brought him, even though he knew she always gave him one with his breakfast. That would make bottle number six for this morning alone... and it was still early. Mel poured herself another cup of coffee and watched him eating for a few moments. He was doing much better today than usual at not spilling as much of his cereal. She noticed that he also appeared to be going more slowly and carefully than he had yesterday. But yesterday he had been famished. She briefly wondered how hungry he was today. Obviously not nearly as hungry as yesterday, but he still had to be fairly hungry. Since he was eating baby food now and Sandy was going to give him nothing but baby food later, then she figured that he would be more than ready for something better to eat by tonight. Could she use that to her advantage somehow? She wasn't sure how yet, but she decided to keep the idea in mind for later. Leaving him to his breakfast, she went into her bedroom to start getting ready. Chad was surprised at being left alone for so long. He finished his cereal and began slowly attacking his latest baby bottle. There was nothing else he could do since he was trapped in the chair like he was. He had noticed that he was peeing fairly often again. Not huge amounts - as far as he could tell - but still, he was peeing often. But then he pretty much expected that, given all the bottles he had finished already today. He was still working on his bottle when Mel came back into the kitchen with her empty coffee cup. She was dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a colorful top. Her makeup and hair were done and she looked ready to go out somewhere. He started to get nervous. He was only wearing the one very soaked diaper and his pink heels. "Mistress," he called in his sissy voice, "are we going out somewhere this morning?" Mel smiled back as she put her empty cup down on the counter. "Of course. I told you that in the note." "What am I going to wear?" Chad asked nervously. Mel's smile turned wicked. "What's wrong with what you have on?" Chad started panicking. "But... I can't! Not like this!" Mel ignored his protest and asked, "Are you leaking yet?" In his highchair, it was hard to tell. "I don't know," Chad admitted, his mind mostly trying to wrap itself around having to go out somewhere dressed only in his diaper... and heels. "I have been wetting a lot." "Good! Finish that bottle. Then we'll see how well you're wetting today. If I think you're doing well enough, then - maybe - we can find you something else to wear. Maybe! But it's all going to depend on how much I can see that you're wetting yourself today." How much she could see? That was going to be difficult to show her - despite how much he knew he was wetting himself. But any chance to not go out in just his diaper was something he had to try for. He attacked what was left of his bottle with a renewed fury. He saw her starting to leave the kitchen again and paused in his drinking to ask the next important question. "Where are we going?" Mel was heading out of the kitchen when she heard him ask. Purposely, she ignored him and kept on going. He would find out in a little while. Let him wonder a bit longer. Chad had finished his bottle and was wondering if he should call Mel to tell her when she suddenly came back to the kitchen again. "Where are we going?" he asked again. "You'll find out when we get there," she told him. "Are you leaking yet?" "I can't tell in this chair," he replied. Mel removed the messy things from his tray and grabbed a washcloth and wiped his face and hands. She removed his messy bib - which was not quite as bad as it usually was, then she wiped off the tray. But instead of removing it, she left it where it was, keeping him confined to the chair. "I'll be right back," she told him. She went back to her bedroom and retrieved some makeup and brought it back to the kitchen. "This will be easier to do with you right there," she told him as she set everything down on the tray. Chad was puzzled about what was going on. Nothing at all was "as usual" today. Nothing! While Mel was attacking his face with the makeup, his thoughts centered around having to go out somewhere wearing only his diaper. And only one diaper at that. Two or three diapers would be better - he figured, if only because it would be like they were covering more. Besides, multiple diapers didn't show as much how much he was wetting himself. Could he really go out like that, dressed in only one thin diaper? He didn't think so. Not at all. But if Mel didn't let him wear something else, then he had a feeling that he wasn't going to have much of a choice. Mel stood back and looked at his face. Good enough. Sandy could do better, but she didn't think this was bad at all. She hadn't used a lot of makeup and everything she did use was very light - no dark colors at all. Now, as he sat there in his highchair, he looked almost... she wanted to think angelic, but that wasn't right at all. She finally settled for "youthful." She should be so lucky herself! "Okay," she said as she put the makeup down and removed his tray. "Let's get you out of there and see if you're leaking yet." Chad desperately hoped that he was leaking... if only to give him a chance to wear something other than the one diaper when they went out. Oh, and his pink heels of course. He slid down off of the chair. He knew his diaper was soggy, but was it leaking? He turned around to look at the seat of his highchair. It was wet! He had leaked! Already! "I'm leaking!" he cheered happily. Mel smiled too. Not only at the sight of the wet seat, but at the fact that he was so happy about it. That was a good sign. Now she just had to keep him that way - for the next three weeks! She glanced up at her clock. She had no idea when he started to leak in that chair, but he had been wearing that diaper for less than an hour. Definitely a new record! "Mistress, can I wear something else besides just this one diaper now?" Mel did her best to put a stern look on her face. "That's going to depend on how much I can see that you're still trying to keep leaking." "But I am trying!" Chad protested. "I'm trying very hard!" "I know. But I want to be able to see you keep trying like that. Let's get your diaper changed now." Chad wasn't at all sure what she meant by how she thought she could tell he was continually trying. Wasn't what he was doing enough? He followed her into her bathroom where he laid down on the floor. He was disappointed to see her grab only one thin diaper again. As she was pulling the tapes back on his soggy diaper, he suddenly realized he was peeing yet again. "Careful," he cautioned her. "You may want to wait a second." Mel smiled. "That's fine. Just keep at it." Chad tried to figure out if he was done peeing or not. He couldn't really tell. "Okay... I think. At least I think I'm done." Mel cautiously peeled back the diaper to check, then pulled it back all the way as she realized that it was safe. It was times like these that made her really feel like she was winning this bet. But unfortunately she knew it was a false sense of security because every time he went back to work again, all the progress she made with him was wasted. She had to keep after him all the time. She had to push him harder and harder - if that was possible. It was her only chance to win this bet. It took only a minute to change him into the dry diaper. "An hour and forty five-minutes," she announced as she checked her watch. It was almost nine-fifteen already. "And we have to get moving." Chad's nervousness surged again. "Please Mistress, can I wear something else?" Mel looked at him and shook her head. "I don't know yet. We'll see by the time we're ready to walk out the door. Maybe if I can tell that your diaper is wet by then, I'll let you wear something else. But I had better be able to tell easily!" Chad was ready to grasp for any lifeline. He was already wetting fairly often. "How long before we have to leave?" he asked. Mel just smiled wickedly as she got to her feet and headed out of the bathroom. "In about two minutes! Maybe you should grab another bottle and get busy with it." "Two minutes!" Panic hit him as he hurried to her refrigerator as fast as the heels on his feet would let him. He grabbed another bottle and began drinking furiously. He could feel himself peeing already, but since he had just peed a few minutes ago, it wasn't much that came out. "Come on! Come on!" he urged himself as he sucked on his seventh bottle of the morning. "Pee! Pee!" Mel purposely delayed coming out of her bedroom for a few minutes just to give him a chance. She was actually having fun with this. But then she loved dominating him all the time. "Are you wet yet?" she asked as she came back out and headed for her purse by the door. "Yes!" Chad replied, although he wasn't sure if he was wet enough to show. "Show me your diaper!" Mel commanded. Chad actually started to reach to pull up the hem of his skirt, except that he wasn't wearing a skirt. He wasn't wearing anything over his diaper at all. He walked over closer to her instead and tried to thrust his hips out so she could see that he had wet already. "I am wet," he told her. "I just don't know if you can see it yet." Mel shook her head. "Maybe you're wet! It's awfully hard to tell." "Please can I wear something else now?" Mel just stared at him for a moment. "Very well. Since you wet a little bit... Take your shoes off, I'll be right back." His shoes? But at least he was going to get something to wear other than just his diaper. He sat down on the floor and unbuckled his shoes. He stretched his toes as he removed each one. She was gone a bit longer than he expected her to be. But when she came back, he got quite a shock. The only article of clothing she brought back for him was a pair of white anklet socks with pink lace around the edges. "Since you've wet only such a small amount, then I don't see why you should get anything bigger than this to wear," she said as she held the socks out for him to take. Chad stared that the little girl style socks in her hand. They would probably be worse than wearing no socks at all. And they certainly wouldn't cover up his diaper at all! "But Mistress..." he pleaded. "Put them on!" Mel ordered in her no-nonsense tone. "Since you wet yourself a tiny bit already, then you've earned them. If you can show me that you've wet yourself more before we get out of here, then maybe I'll consider letting you wear something more." Chad reluctantly took the socks from her outstretched hand. But before putting them on his feet, he took another long swig from his baby bottle. He pulled one sock on - then took another drink. He put the other sock on - then drank some more. He did the same with his shoes, trying desperately to pee again. But so far... nothing. He took yet another drink from his bottle before he climbed back to his feet. He was about to plead once more with her to let him wear something else, when he suddenly felt himself peeing again. The act of standing up must have triggered it! "I'm wetting again," he announced excitedly. And better, it felt like more than just a tiny bit. But again it didn't last very long. Mel looked at his diaper. "I don't see anything different yet," she said, then turned to pick up her purse. "Let's go." "Maybe it needs a minute to start showing," Chad replied desperately. He knew he had peed. It had to show! As Mel looked back at his diaper, it did darken very slightly in the front. She smiled wickedly at him again. "Very well. I can see it now." She put her purse back on the table again. "So I can wear something else now?" Chad asked hopefully. Mel nodded and turned toward her bedroom. "Yes," she replied definitely. "I think you're wet enough now. Come with me and let's see what we can find for you." Chad happily followed her into her bedroom where she went straight to her closet. He waited patiently while she sorted through a few clothes in there. But when she came out carrying his pink baby dress he nearly died. "No!" Mel took the dress off of the hanger. "It's either this or just your diaper," she told him. Chad stared at the dress in horror. He couldn't! He just couldn't! But he also couldn't go out in just his diaper either. Unfortunately, it was no choice. He grabbed the dress and began pulling it on. The incredibly short dress was more like a shirt in length because it was so short that it left the very bottom of his diaper exposed. The top of it was made to look like he was wearing a frilly white blouse under the pink and white check pattern of the rest of the dress, but it was actually all one piece. The whole thing was set off by the two white bows in front at the waistline of the dress - which was higher than his actual waist line. Mel almost laughed as she watched him. Actually, she had planned on him wearing it all the time, but getting him into it this way was a lot more fun than just telling him to wear it. She glanced down at her watch. It was getting late. She hoped it wouldn't be too late. Fortunately, the dress only took a moment for him to get on. "Let's go," she announced happily as she headed back toward her purse by the door. Chad was in shock as he followed her out of her bedroom. The silly dress he was wearing hardly covered his diaper at all! The bottom of it was plainly visible underneath the bottom of his silly dress. He actually wondered if he would have been better to go out in just his diaper and nothing else. He saw Mel grab her purse and she was obviously waiting for him to get his. Was she really going to take him out dressed like this? Really? He didn't know if she would or not, but it sure seemed like it. He paused a moment before he grabbed his own purse and the diaper bag right next to it. She couldn't really be taking him out like this. It had to be a joke! "Are you ready now?" Mel asked. Chad gulped and nodded his head. "Yes, Mistress." "Curtsey when you talk to me!" Chad curtseyed and repeated. "Yes, Mistress." Mel started for the door, then stopped and turned toward him. "Show me your diaper!" Once again she had caught him off guard! He immediately dropped his diaper bag and with his purse over one arm, pulled up the hem of his dress that did little to cover up his diaper to begin with. Was he fast enough? Mel shook her head. "At least you tried. But it doesn't look like you're any wetter. Maybe you better grab your bottle and finish it in the car." Chad grabbed the baby bottle he had left on the floor a few minutes earlier. But as he did so, he realized that she was delaying things. Maybe she really didn't plan on taking him out anywhere dressed like this! Feeling much more confident now, he stood back up with the bottle in his hand and grabbed his diaper bag in his other hand. "Are you ready?" Mel asked again. Chad recognized the delay. She wasn't taking him out at all. He dropped another curtsey. "Yes, Mistress," he said more confidently. Mel opened the door and held it wide... and before Chad knew what was happening, she had ushered him right out through it and was closing it behind them. He couldn't believe it! "Let's go, Sissy," Mel said as she headed for her car. "We're late!" Chad followed behind her in a daze. He may have been dazed but he was still totally aware of how ridiculous he had to look. Where were they going? He briefly hoped that she would take him to Sandy's apartment, but that hope was quickly dashed when she turned and headed down the steps toward the parking lot below. Instead of just getting into the driver's seat of her car, Mel held the door of the passenger seat open for him to get in. She took his diaper bag and purse and put them into the back seat of the car for him while he climbed in with just his baby bottle in his hand. "Buckle your seat belt," she told him as she continued to stand outside the car next to him. Once his seatbelt was secure, she pointed at his baby bottle. "Maybe you better keep drinking that." She waited until he was drinking once again, then she reached into her purse and pulled out one of her scarves. "Just keep drinking," she ordered as she tied the scarf tightly around his head, cutting off all his vision. Chad was scared now. Where were they going? And he had to keep drinking his bottle while they were driving? He jumped as she slammed his car door closed for him. A moment later, he heard her getting into her side of the car and starting the engine. The panic in his stomach increased as he felt her backing out of her parking space and driving through the parking lot. It increased even more as he felt her pulling out of the apartment project onto the busy road. Everyone would be able to see him drinking from his bottle! And if he tried to keep his head down, then he couldn't get at the liquid in the bottle. In order to keep drinking it, he had to keep the bottle tilted up! He was actually glad he couldn't see anything because he didn't want to see the looks on the faces of the people in the other cars. He felt soooo embarrassed. But... where were they going? And what were they going to do when they got there? Mel was worried about it being too late. Fortunately, they didn't have very far to go. But would the people she was looking for be there? She could only hope. She had promised after all. She pulled into the parking lot and found a parking space. She was pleased to note that there were a fair amount of cars already there. Not a lot, but more than enough to make things interesting. She got out of the car and went around to his side and opened the door. His bottle was almost finished. "You can put that bottle down now and get out," she told him. Chad felt around and set his bottle into one of the empty cup holders in the console. Then he started to reach for the blindfold. "No! Don't touch that yet!" Chad pulled his hands away and unfastened his seatbelt instead. "Where are we?" he asked with more than a bit of concern. "You'll find out soon enough," Mel replied as she helped him out of the car. All Chad knew right then, was that he was standing outside somewhere wearing nothing but his silly pink sissy baby dress... oh, and a diaper and his pink patent heels. He could hear the traffic from the road not far away. But where were they? He suddenly heard her car door closing behind him and a moment later he heard the faint sound of the doors locking. Wherever they were, she wasn't going to allow him to escape back into the car. The fear he was already feeling - doubled! There was no place for him to hide! "There," Mel said happily as she put her keys into her purse. Then she untied his blindfold and took that off of him. Chad blinked in the bright sunlight. But his eyes didn't need time to adjust to tell him exactly where they were. He was standing in the parking lot of the drug store where he usually bought his diapers - and where those two girls liked to tease him every week! A car horn honked and he jumped, reminding him of just how exposed he was out here. Had the car been honking at him? He wasn't sure if it would be better to stay right where he was - out in the open, or to go into the store where the people would be. Of course, the people would all be coming out eventually... not to mention more entering the parking lot as they came in... not to mention all the other people driving by. Maybe it would be better to go inside, but not by much. As he followed Mel toward the entrance to the store, he was more aware than ever of his heels hitting hard on the pavement. He couldn't believe how silly he felt - not to mention embarrassed! He had to look absolutely ridiculous! He certainly felt absolutely ridiculous! He also felt mostly naked, which he was. He didn't even have his purse to hold on to or to use to try to hide his diaper. Totally naked... or in this case, worse than naked! He couldn't believe he was doing this! But he was! And now there was no place at all for him to hide. Mel reached the doorway first and waited for him to go inside ahead of her. He stepped into the store, quickly looking around to see how many people were there - more than he was comfortable with. But then, even one person would be more than he could be comfortable with. "He's here!" a high pitched female voice screamed excitedly. Shocked and scared, Chad immediately stopped and looked toward the cash registers, which was the direction the voice had come from. He immediately saw the two girls who "enjoyed" making his life so miserable every time he came in here. One of them was nearly bent over double with her hand over her mouth as she laughed uncontrollably. The other one was totally wide-eyed and in shock - as was the cashier - as were several of the other customers who were in the immediate area. "Oh God!" the second girl exclaimed in a rather throaty and awed voice. "I can't believe it!" Chad wanted to run - anywhere - but there was really no place he could run to. He thought about the parking lot, but Mel was now right beside him and had grabbed his hand. He felt himself peeing again - from fright maybe? "I take it that they're your friends?" Mel asked. Chad would have never referred to them as "friends" - under any circumstances. "Yeah," he agreed. "Come along and say hello to them then," Mel said as she led him like a child by the hand, straight toward the wide-eyed giggling girls. The closer he got, the harder the girls seemed to giggle at him - and so did a few of the other customers. Nobody was moving except for a few customers who quickly came to the end of several of the aisles to see what was going on. Chad desperately tried to reach for that feeling that he was a clown performing for an audience, like he had done at the gym a few weeks ago, but that feeling totally escaped him. Today, he was just embarrassed! Completely embarrassed! "Ohhhh!" one of the girls moaned as he got close. "I just love that dress!" She was doing her absolute best to recover from her hysterical laughing - and was only barely succeeding. "And the shoes!" her friend replied. "They absolutely just make the outfit!" She giggled again. Mel turned to Sissy. "Sissy, don't forget to greet your nice friends - properly!" Properly? Ugh! But there was little he could do about his situation. And besides, everybody in the store had already seen him now. In for a penny, in for a pound! He dropped a curtsey and said "Hi," in his sissy voice. Which sent the two girls into an uproar of laughter again. But Mel wasn't satisfied. "I don't think that 'hi' is as polite as the word 'hello.' Now do it again - one person at a time." Again? One person at a time? Ugh! He dropped another curtsey to one of the girls, then said in his sissy voice, "Hewwo." The girls went into further peals of laughter. He did the same for the other girl, but she hardly noticed because she was laughing so hard. Unfortunately Chad did notice something that nobody else could know. His stupid chastity device was suddenly hurting him. Why now? Fortunately, it wasn't hurting too badly - yet. Mel noticed that the cashier behind the counter was the same one she had talked with last week. "Don't forget to greet the nice cashier too. She was kind enough to tell us last week that your friends missed you." Chad turned towards the cashier, ignoring the customers who were standing right in front of her and repeated his curtsey and greeting. Several of the customers waiting in line grinned broadly, one looked very annoyed. "Well hello to you too," the cashier replied, obviously delighted with what she saw. "I promised last week that he would be here today," Mel said to her. "Did you get a chance to tell them?" she asked, referring to the two girls who were Sissy's main source of 'amusement.' "Not till this morning," the cashier replied. "We waited around today, just to see him," one of the girls said. "We almost left a little while ago," the other girl added. "I'm so glad now that we didn't!" She suddenly looked past Mel's shoulder and her face changed to one of concern. Mel turned around to see what she was looking at and saw another woman approaching - obviously the store manager. "What's going on," the manager asked as she came up, eyeing Sissy very closely. "We just came in to get a few things and say hi," Mel replied. The manager looked from Mel to Sissy and back again. "This is a little... inappropriate!" she said. "We have customers who are waiting. You're holding them up." Chad was mentally cheering. The manager was throwing them out! And he was more than ready to go. "No problem," Mel replied. "We'll just get what we came for and then we'll be on our way." Chad figured the manager would just tell them to leave, but she didn't. After taking a moment to think about it the manager said, "Please hurry up then. I don't want the customers to be... upset." Mel just nodded, glad that she was allowing them to "shop." "No problem," she replied. She turned to Sissy. "Which way to the diapers?" As Sissy turned to head toward the back of the store, Mel looked over at the two girls and motioned with her head for them to follow. Fortunately, the manager stayed behind. The adult incontinence section was in the back of the store near the pharmacy section. Sissy led the way and fortunately he found the aisle empty when he got there. He headed straight for the brand of diapers he usually bought. The shelf was fully stocked with them. He figured that the cashier must have alerted someone to make sure that it was. He reached for one of the packages, but Mel grabbed his arm. "Not so fast," Mel said to him. "We're alone now." She turned to the two girls. "I'm sorry that Sissy wasn't here last week to play with you. When I heard about it, I promised that I would make sure he came today. I'm so glad you stuck around to see her." The two girls giggled. "Sissy? Is that his name?" one of them asked. "Of course it is," Mel replied. "And please do me a favor, don't refer to her as a him. Look at her. Do you think that she deserves to be called a him anymore?" The two girls giggled again. "I see what you mean," one of them managed to get out. "So, do you have any questions for her, or something you'd like to talk about with her?" Mel asked. The two girls looked from Mel to Sissy to each other, trying to figure out what to say. But for a moment they were speechless. Chad wanted to crawl through one of those nonexistent holes in the floor again. And once again he felt the sting of his chastity device. It had subsided a bit while he was walking to this section of the store, but now it was starting to hurt again. He prayed it wouldn't get any worse! For a moment he thought that maybe, for once, the girls wouldn't have any questions for him. Unfortunately, both of them recovered at exactly the same moment and they both started blurting out questions together. "I really love of that dress!" one of them said. "Where did you get it?" "Do you dress like that at other places?" the second one asked. Ugh! Here we go again, Chad thought. He turned to the girl who asked about his dress. "The dress was a gift from Mel here," he said motioning towards Mel. "I don't know where she got it." "Internet," Mel replied simply. "And curtsey when you answer them!" Chad wanted to roll his eyes, but restrained himself. He curtseyed to the girl and said in his sissy voice. "She got it for me from the internet." "And who am I to you?" Mel asked. Chad hated saying it in public. In fact, it actually took a bit of courage to say. "She's my mistress." "Curtsey every time you say anything!" Mel repeated sternly. Chad was getting frustrated. Things were rapidly getting worse - thanks to Mel. He curtseyed again then repeated. "Mel is my mistress." The girls looked a bit confused. "Your mistress?" one of them asked. She turned to Mel. "I'm not sure what you mean by that. I mean, normally if a guy has a mistress then he's... I guess married and the mistress is some other woman he's seeing." Mel smiled. "That's not exactly the case here. She's not married, and I'm not anyone she's sleeping around with. In this case it simply means that between us, I'm the one who is totally in charge and she has no choice but to do whatever I tell her to do." She could see the two girls trying to digest that. The looks of comprehension weren't far behind though. "Darn!" one of them exclaimed. "You mean like... it's for real?" "Of course it is silly," the other girl replied. "Just look at him... I mean her." She turned to Sissy to ask what she had asked before. "So do you wear that to other places too?" Chad could feel those spikes from his chastity device digging in tighter and tighter. Ouch! He looked to Mel for a moment before curtseying to the girl and saying, "No." "Not yet anyway," Mel added. "I rather like that outfit on her though. What do you think?" Both of the girls just laughed again. "Hey," the first one suddenly exclaimed. "He... I mean she got her ears pierced!" She walked up to take a closer look at Chad's pink earrings. "Pretty," she declared. "I see you got your nails cut a bit shorter too," the second one said. "I'm still thinking about getting mine done real long - just for fun," she replied. "I think they look so cool!" Chad didn't know what to reply. "I kind of..." "Curtsey!" Mel commanded sternly again. Chad curtseyed yet again and the spikes of his chastity device dug in more firmly, causing him more intense pain. He almost cried out from the pain, but he carefully controlled himself. Willing himself to try to relax so the pain would go away, he replied, "I kind of like my nails long. Maybe not as long as they once were, but I think they look pretty this way." He held his hands up for a moment so he and the girl could both look at his nails. Calm, calm, calm, he willed, trying to get the pain from his device to subside. "They do look pretty," the girl replied. She turned to her friend. "See! They do look pretty!" "Yeah, but you know if you get them real long then they're going to be difficult and a pain to deal with." "Are they?" the second girl asked Sissy. "Sometimes." "Curtsey!" Mel's voice lashed out again. Chad curtseyed. "Sometimes," he repeated. "But I've gotten pretty used to them now. I don't even notice them being trouble anymore. Of course they're not as long as they used to be." Chad felt awfully funny about giving nail advice to a real girl! Calm - calm - calm! Was the pain subsiding? Not much. "So how come the diapers?" the first girl asked as she bent down sideways a bit so she could see them better. "Eww! Does that look to you like he's wet?" she asked her friend. The second girl bent over too. "I think so," she replied. "Sissy," Mel ordered, "show me your diaper!" The command had come suddenly again. Chad automatically reacted and reached down to grab the hem of his skirt, but he reached down too far. He wasn't used to wearing anything that short! As panic over how fast he had to do it set in, he quickly readjusted his aim and found the bottom of his dress and pulled it up high. The moment he did so, the girls began laughing uncontrollably again. As embarrassed as he was over it, Chad couldn't help but notice that his chastity device was now hurting him even more. The burning pain was becoming intense! Calm, calm, calm. Since his chastity device never let him get very hard, and he was trying to will himself to get softer, unfortunately he never really got hard enough to avoid what happened next... he suddenly started peeing again. And again there had been no warning at all... but he certainly noticed how strong it was coming out this time. As usual, it didn't last all that long, but as strong as it was, it was more than long enough. "Hey," one of the girls exclaimed. "It's changing! Does that mean..." Mel had noticed it too and laughed a bit. "Yes! It means she's wetting herself right now." The two girls went wide-eyed as they watched. "So what do you have to do, change him now... I mean her?" one of them asked. Mel shook her head. "I could, but this is hardly the place and I don't think the manager would appreciate it very much." "So she has to... stay like that?" Mel shrugged. "Of course. She was already wet when she came in here and she's just... wetter now. Besides, she's used to it." Mel could tell the two girls didn't know what to think about that. This was getting beyond them. "Do you two want to help Sissy carry some of her diapers back to the cash register?" "Sure," one of them replied. Chad was glad they were finally getting out of there. He pulled a package of the diapers off of the shelf. One of the girls reached out for it and he handed it to her. A moment later, the other girl had a package too. He grabbed one for himself to carry. "Grab another one," Mel said. "I think you're going to need them." Chad grabbed a second package off the shelf so he was holding one in each hand. "Wait a minute," Mel said as she looked him over before going back to the cash register. "We need something else." "What?" one of the girls asked. Instead of answering, Mel led the way through the store, searching for another aisle which she quickly found - the baby supply aisle. She walked through it until she got to the selection of pacifiers. "Would you two like to pick one out for her? Something girly would be best I think. And the largest size would also help." The two girls started giggling again as they looked over the pacifiers on display. Finally they decided on one that was pink with a Disney princess on the back of it. One of the girls took it off the rack and handed it to Mel. Instead of heading for the cash register though, Mel started opening the package right there in the store. She pulled the hard plastic shell back that covered the pacifier and held it out toward the girl who had handed it to her. "Do you want to give it to her?" The girl was shocked. "You mean... stick it in..." Mel nodded. The girl pulled the pacifier out of the package and took it over to Sissy with a huge grin on her face. "Open wide." Chad's knees almost buckled as his chastity device suddenly started hurting again - big time! He couldn't believe Mel was doing this! And in the store no less! His eyes were glued to the pacifier in the girl's hand as she brought it closer and closer to his mouth. His hands were full with the big packages of diapers so there was no way he could use them to stop her. And then she was holding it right in front of his face. Then closer to his mouth. He didn't open his mouth, but she stuck it right up to his lips and pushed a bit. It was no use resisting, one way or another Mel would make him take the darn thing. He let her slip it into his mouth where he automatically began sucking on it. He was so embarrassed he wanted to cry - despite the fact that the girls were giggling at him again. And again he felt himself peeing a little, despite the tightness of his chastity device. Was that because he was so embarrassed? Mel smiled. "Much better. Thank you." Then she turned and happily led the way back toward the front of the store. The pain from Chad's chastity device was really bad. As he followed Mel through the aisles with the two girls right behind him, he mentally chanted calm, calm, calm over and over again to try to ward off the pain. It worked - but only a little. The pain and the embarrassment made him suck harder than usual on the pacifier in his mouth, but he didn't care. He just wanted to get out of there and back home again. A sudden bad thought found its way into his brain. Mel wouldn't take him anywhere else, would she? Of course she would. He just prayed that she wouldn't! For once there were two cash registers open up front, something Chad was glad to see. The regular cashier was behind one and the store manager was behind the other. The shorter line was definitely in front of the manager, but Mel chose the longer line for the cashier she had talked with earlier. Once again Chad felt like he was totally on display... which he was. But what could he do about it? Nothing! People kept looking at him while they all waited in line. The store manager kept glancing angrily over at them but Mel didn't seem to pay her any attention at all. And when the line in front of the manager cleared out and she called them over to check out, Mel prodded the person in line in front of her instead of going over herself - which earned her angrier glares from the manager. And through it all, Chad kept mentally chanting calm, calm, calm, as he sucked on his pacifier while wearing his silly sissy baby dress with the sissy socks and bright pink patent leather shoes - and now obviously very wet diaper! Calm, calm, calm! They were next in line when one of the girls with them suddenly lifted up the hem at the front of his dress to see his diaper again. With his hands full, there was no way he could stop her. The girl laughed again. "Look!" she said to her friend. Her friend came over to see better. "Oh my!" she chortled. "He's even wetter now!" They both burst out giggling again. Chad just kept chanting to himself. Calm! Calm! Calm! Trying desperately to stem the pain from his miserable infuriating chastity device. Finally it was their turn. The two girls unloaded their packages of diapers, onto the counter, then Chad did the same. Mel showed the woman the package from the pacifier she had opened and that got rung up first. "I'm sorry we couldn't spend more time with you," Mel apologized as the woman rang up their purchases. Chad particularly noticed that she was having no trouble finding bar codes this week and that she was doing it amazingly fast for once. "That's okay," the woman replied as she rolled her eyes slightly in the direction of the manager - who was glaring at them all again. "Maybe next time," Mel whispered as she handed over the money for everything. In record time, the bill was paid and Chad was carrying out two huge bags, each containing two large packages of disposable diapers. Mel bid the two girls goodbye before they left the store, and Chad had to just dip down in a quasi curtsey as he mumbled goodbye around the pacifier in his mouth. Then finally they were outside again - in public - walking where everybody driving by could see him. But at least they were heading toward her car. Calm, calm, calm! The two girls went the opposite way toward their car. Good! And finally Chad got to unload his heavy bags into the backseat of Mel's car. But would she drive him home? He didn't dare give her any ideas by even asking such a question. Calm, calm, calm. Fortunately, she did drive him straight home. Chad didn't stop chanting calm, calm, calm until they were all the way back and she had parked the car in her space again. Then he breathed a big sigh of relief around the stupid pacifier he was still sucking on. "Now that was fun! Wasn't it?" Mel declared as she turned the engine off. She had to be kidding! While Chad was depositing half the diapers they had just bought in his own apartment, Mel filled her big pot with water again and put it back on the stove to make more tea. She was way behind with the little chore so she needed to catch up. She could have had Sissy do it for her, but she just figured that this was part of her responsibilities. Besides, he might not make it as strong as she wanted it to be. Not to mention that she didn't mind making it at all. It kind of gave her something easy to do while she thought about other things. She heard her door opening again and went out of the kitchen to see Sissy just setting his purse back down on the floor under the table by the door. He was still dressed in his pink sissy dress and he still had the new pacifier in his mouth. "Grab another bottle," she told him, "your time is running out." His time was running out? He glanced at the clock, he still had almost half an hour. That wasn't so bad at all. And he was still peeing very frequently. But he did grab himself another bottle, his eighth of the morning so far. It was way too many! Way, way too many! "Clean up the kitchen from breakfast," Mel ordered as he started drinking. Chad set about the little chore, which really wasn't much. The only odd thing about it was that she was working in the kitchen making more tea while he was working around her. "Don't forget to wipe off your highchair," she told him. "You're going to need it later at Sandy's." Ugh! He was going to Sandy's again? He didn't want to even contemplate what Sandy would be having him do this week! Once his chair was wiped clean along with the rest of the kitchen and the few dishes that needed to be done, he wondered what he should do next. The laundry definitely needed tending to. He started for her laundry basket. "Where are you going?" she asked as he was about to walk out of the kitchen. "To get started on your laundry," he replied. "Curtsey when you say anything!" she ordered sternly. "Or would you rather get beat again?" Chad was shocked. She seemed to be getting more serious about this! He curtseyed. "To do your laundry, Mistress," he replied in his sissy voice. "You can do it later," she replied. "Go stand on your perch and finish your bottle. Stay there till you start leaking." She glanced at the clock. "Time is running out!" she finished. Chad looked up at the clock. She was right, time was running out! Fortunately, his diaper was seriously getting to the leaking point - or past it. Hating having to do it, he carried his bottle to his corner and carefully climbed up onto his perch. Having to hold his bottle up so he could keep drinking from it made the whole ordeal even worse. With no way to see anything beyond the two walls coming together or the corner of the ceiling, he couldn't see the clock to see how much longer he had - making his imperative to leak all that much more urgent. As quickly as he could, he sucked on his bottle and finally drained it. Leak! Leak! Leak! But he didn't feel anything coming out again. He had peed a few times while he was drinking, but for some reason, he didn't feel anything running down his legs yet. With his bottle empty, he finally pulled the arm that was holding the baby bottle back down to his side and lowered his head which relieved his aching neck. That much felt a lot better. The only problem now was that his eyes were even closer to the two blank walls, cutting off even more of what little vision he had. He closed his eyes and concentrated on trying desperately to pee. Leak! Leak! Leak! Why wasn't he leaking? His diaper was certainly wet enough! He knew that for a fact. Yet it was remaining horribly stubborn. He had already consumed eight baby bottles this morning, more than enough to drink. Why wasn't it leaking? Leak! Leak! Leak! How much time had elapsed? How much time remained? He couldn't tell. Was he over his time limit? It certainly felt like it. Was he going to get punished as soon as he got off of his perch? Leak! Leak! Leak! Mel glanced at the clock. Time was running out for him. He only had five minutes left. "Are you leaking yet?" she called. "No Mistress," he replied, his voice filled with frustration. "Better hurry!" "I'm trying!" Mel smiled. She knew that he had to be trying. Plus, she knew how much he had already drunk. But rules were rules. Four minutes left! Leak! Leak! Leak! He tried desperately to pee, pushing hard on his bladder, trying to force any pee that might be in his body out. Leak! Leak! Leak! But no matter how hard he tried, nothing was coming out. Frustration built in him and he tried harder and harder, but still he felt nothing. Leak! Leak! Leak! Mel watched the seconds ticking down on the clock. She watched as the minute hand reached the allotted time. He didn't make it. She shook her head. She could just barely see the bottom of his diaper under his silly dress from where she stood in the kitchen. From what little of it she could see, even from the back of it, it certainly looked wet enough. More than wet enough. But it wasn't leaking yet. Too bad - for him. Leak! Leak! Leak! Chad had no doubt now that time had run out. It felt like he had been up on his stupid perch for an hour now, even though he knew it was far less. But it had to be longer than his time limit. Why wasn't he leaking? Leak! Leak! Leak! Still, he pushed hard to try to pee, over and over again, but still he felt nothing. Then, wonder of wonders, he was startled to feel a tiny bit of pee running down his leg. He was leaking! But he never felt himself peeing again. Not wanting to waste time to think about it, he called out. "I'm leaking!" "About time!" Mel called back as she poured tea into another baby bottle. "Get down off of there." She looked up at the clock. A full twenty minutes over. Not very good - unfortunately. "Get the floor ready," she called as she pulled over another baby bottle to fill. She briefly looked up at him. "And take that dress off. I don't want it to get messed up! You can put it back on afterwards." Chad wasn't too happy to hear that last part. He'd just as soon take the dress off and leave it off - permanently. It took him a few minutes to spread enough diapers out on the floor to protect it adequately, then he took his dress off. His diaper sagged heavily and threatened to fall off of him. It was amazing that it took that long to make it leak. More pee had escaped out of it and a few tiny rivulets of it were running down both his legs, even though he still hadn't felt himself peeing any more. Was he? He briefly wondered if he should remove his shoes too and was about to kneel down to do so when Mel walked out of the kitchen. Mel went straight up the corner where she kept her yardstick and picked it up. She looked him over briefly. He looked totally ridiculous standing there in just his soggy diaper with the pink heels and the cute ankle socks. "I was just about to take my shoes off," Chad told her. Mel quickly swung her yardstick and caught him on the side of his leg. "Didn't I tell you to curtsey every time you say anything?" Chad was still trying to recover from her sudden blow. The spot where she had hit him stung. He quickly curtseyed. "Sorry Mistress. I was just about to remove my shoes." "Don't bother," she told him. "Just get that diaper off before it dissolves completely. Chad pulled on one of the tapes that held his diaper closed. The plastic on the diaper seemed to stretch more than the tape was ripping off. The added pressure from his pulling sent a long stream of pee out of the diaper running down his opposite leg. The thing was really saturated. Why couldn't it have leaked earlier? He got one tape unfastened and noticed that the whole thing felt like it just wanted to fall off of him. Instead of pulling another tape open, he carefully eased it down his legs all the way to the floor and then carefully pulled his heels out of it, trying not to get any on his socks - or anywhere else for that matter. He stood up again, glad to have the soaked thing off of him. Mel stared at him for a moment. She had watched him removing the soggy diaper - totally amazed that the thing hadn't leaked long before it did. She really hated punishing him when it was obviously so wet. But it hadn't leaked so she