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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 48 (Thursday - week 7) The clock was well on its way towards morning when she dreamed her final dream of the night. She was on stage in her beautiful pink ballet costume, dancing for a huge audience in a grand theatre. But it wasn't her as she was now, it was her as she was in high-school - the last time she wore that ballet costume. She was thinner, lither... younger. Not that she noticed that in her dream. The music started and she danced. Beautifully! Fantastically! And the audience was quickly on their feet in appreciation. But it was a short dance, only a small part of her program for the evening. The music ended and she finished with a pose that left her gesturing towards the opposite side of the stage - where Sissy was, also in his pink ballet costume. The same music started again, but this time it was Sissy's turn to dance... the same dance. The audience was shocked. He was doing very well! Not up to her ability of course, but far better than any other man could do. Far more graceful and... feminine! And when he finished his portion, the audience cheered... not just for him... but for her. Because this evening wasn't about her dancing, it was about showing the world how she had taught him... a mere man... almost an animal... how she had taught him to dance so well. Then it was her turn again. Another short piece of music, another dance... followed by Sissy repeating what she had just done. Back and forth they went, her demonstrating how she would do it, followed by him showing the world how well she had taught him. And the audience was amazed! They continued back and forth like that until midway in one of her dances, midway in one of her great leaps, her alarm clock buzzed. Oh hell! She reached over and turned the annoying thing off. It had been such a nice dream. Why did morning have to come now? She sat up on the side of her bed for a moment before getting to her feet. Grabbing her robe, she headed out to her kitchen, following her routine of habit that made her think of nothing but a fresh cup of coffee to help get her going. Coffee! It would taste so good! He was partially awake by the time the miserable loud blaring rock music crashed out of his pink clock radio, but that didn't make it any less shocking. One minute he had been lying in bed, enjoying the peaceful relaxation, and the next he was in a state of panic, scrambling as fast as he could to roll off of his blow-up mattress and turn off his alarm. Empty baby bottles were scattered everywhere in the process as he quickly rolled out of bed. Silence was returned to the room instantly with the click of a button, but after such loud noise, the sudden silence was a shocking silence. Still on his knees, he took a moment to catch his breath and calm down after his panicked activity. A moment later, his brain began to wake enough to take in other sensations - sensations that really felt all too normal to him now. His diapers were heavily bloated - as usual. Messy too - as usual. His bra was holding up the heavy breast forms that were strongly glued to his chest - as usual. And his pacifier was again in his mouth - as usual. Overall... it was all just the usual. His normal morning wake-up situation. Normal for him... now. He climbed awkwardly to his feet, struggling a bit against the bulk of his overly bloated diapers, and waddled his way out to his kitchen to see if she had left him a note during the night. He could no longer say that she always left him a note, but she usually did. He was glad to see that the note was there again today. The usual. And it felt... comforting. Most of the note could have been copied from many of the notes before it, except for one minor addition today. When he went to her apartment, Mel wanted him to have his pacifier in his mouth again. She sometimes asked for it, and she sometimes didn't. So very often, he left it out. His life was so humiliating all the time, that any tiny little things he could do to make it less so were always welcome opportunities. He grabbed three baby bottles out of his refrigerator and carried them out to his solitary chair. He sat slowly and gingerly, afraid that his raw backside might still be as bad as it was yesterday. But while he could feel it, it was much more tolerable today. Really no problem at all. He closed his eyes as he sat drinking bottle after bottle, because there was nothing he wanted to see. Certainly not the childishly colored pictures Mel had made him do in the restaurants a while back... and also certainly not the framed contract of the bet between them. That he didn't want to see at all! There was also the design that Sandy had done - the design for his nursery - if he lost this bet. But while just the thought of a nursery like that sent thrills through his under- exercised sexual needs, it was also something that he didn't want to see - because he had to win this bet! As he drank bottle after bottle, he noticed himself peeing a few times. No warning, no anything. If he had been busy with something else he might not have even noticed he was doing it. So interesting! It was amazing how interesting such a feeling could be... or maybe it was more like, it was amazing how interesting the lack of feeling could be. Later this morning, after his body had a chance to rid itself of all the liquid he was required to drink before he went to work, then he would start working on his ability to hold back again. But doing it now would be a useless exercise. There was simply way too much liquid pouring into his system way too fast. It was better to get let it out of him as soon as possible. It was the only way he stood a chance. With his bottles finally finished, he got up and headed to the bathroom where he would finally remove his bloated and messy diapers - and get ready for the day ahead. Things had been bad enough with just Mel dominating him. But now he had Robin at work to worry about too. He remembered spending hours yesterday sitting in the dark corner underneath her desk with his thumb taped firmly in his mouth so he couldn't remove it, unable to leave her corner. He prayed she wouldn't do that to him again! Yet at the same time, the very same thought somehow thrilled him as well. But then, what else would it do, he was a sissy. Mel stirred the pot of baby food she was cooking for Sissy and turned the heat off. She poured the contents of the pot into a colorful child's plastic bowl and set the pot back on the stove again. Now all she needed was Sissy. She glanced at the clock... and heard him knocking at her door at the same time. Right on time! A few seconds later, she opened her door for him. "Good morning Mistress," Chad tried to say around the pacifier in his mouth as he curtseyed for her. But what came out was mostly unintelligible. He realized as he said it though, that talking with a pacifier in his mouth had one very good result, he didn't have to worry about using his new and improved sissy voice, because talking with a lisp was pretty much out of the question! "Good morning Sissy," Mel replied as she stood back out of the way and let him enter. As she waited until he stowed his purse and diaper bag under her table by the door, she started looking him over. A simple skirt and blouse today. Not overly colorful, but he looked acceptable. She had already noticed the wooden necklace he was wearing earlier. She waited until he stood up straight again before she started looking him over more carefully. His hair was curled acceptably. His makeup was... acceptable. She noticed the pink studs in his ears today which seemed to go well enough with the red in the pattern of the blouse he was wearing. Overall, he looked... fine. Especially for a man dressing like a woman. For that, she was sure he was probably a bit better than fine. But was fine good enough? She decided she needed to start looking for ways to make him look even better. The more she made him look less like a man... the better! It would be like denying him yet more of his masculinity. "Okay Sissy, climb up into your highchair." Chad worked his way up onto his highchair and waited while Mel put the tray in place and tied a bib around his neck, just as she usually did. A minute later he was trying to spoon baby cereal into his mouth from a tiny rubber coated baby spoon held tightly in his left fist - just as usual. The routine was becoming so familiar now that it had become almost comfortable. Not that he'd ever let Mel know that. She would undoubtedly make things worse! Somehow. Robin sat on her bed. She was all dressed and ready to leave for work, physically anyway. She stared at the large tote bag she carried every day. She had packed a few more items in it today than she usually did. She also usually carried a stack of magazines and other things in case she might want them during the day, but that stack was missing today. She was fairly certain she wouldn't need them. Her problem was... Sissy. And her. Last night it had all seemed so simple. So easy. But this morning, after a night to sleep on it... and to think about what she had been contemplating doing with him, well... she was having second thoughts. Grave misgivings actually. What should she do? It wasn't right! Not by any measure she could think of. It wasn't her! Not at all! She wasn't that type! It was all wrong! And the things she had planned for him last night - they were wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Especially at work! So why had she thought she could do it? And why was she still torn over whether she actually should do it or not? She just didn't know. With a sigh, she got up from the bed and grabbed her bag. One bag. No pile of other things. If she didn't leave now then she would be late for work. She was probably cutting it awfully close as it was. What should she do? Chad booted up his computer and waited while it went through the many processes it had to run every morning. Robin wasn't in yet. He had even gone to her cubicle to check. He glanced at his watch, if she didn't get here soon then she was going to be late. Not that anybody would notice... or care. Of course, he would notice. But did he care? Yeah. Somewhat. Like a breeze, he more heard the saw someone passing his cubicle. "Robin?" he called. He got up from his seat to go see. Robin had just set her bag down on her desk when he showed up at her cubicle. She didn't know if she was annoyed by that or not. She also wasn't sure how she wanted to handle him today yet... in light of her thoughts earlier this morning. "I was getting worried about you," Chad said sincerely in his girly voice. Robin shook her head. "Why? I'm not late!" "Not really, but you're never usually this late getting here." Something about that bothered her. Or maybe it was more that he, a sissy, should be concerned about her. She realized it was wrong for her to be bothered by it, but it still irked her. "Don't worry about me," she said more angrily than she meant to. Then she stopped and paused to think a moment. It was only because she felt a bit upset at him that she said it, even though part of her knew she shouldn't. "Say... aren't you supposed to be curtseying every time you see me? Not to mention... aren't you supposed to be using your sissy voice around me too?" He was trying to get away with something again... like a child... again. And despite her earlier thoughts it still made her angry... a bit anyway. Chad actually blushed as he curtseyed and said, "Sowwy Wobin," in his sissy voice - his old sissy voice. There was no way he was going to use his new and improved sissy voice around her... if he could help it. Robin watched his little curtsey and apology. It was so ridiculous. A man curtseying! But then Sissy himself was ridiculous - in so many ways. Yet she found she still liked seeing the silly little feminine action. An idea struck her, but then she thought again. It wasn't right! None of this was right! So she couldn't! She wouldn't! But the idea wouldn't go away. Once it was planted in her brain, it seemed like such a good thing to do... despite her misgivings! So should she? But it was such a little thing. Nothing at all really. Not at all like the things she had planned last night for him. Finally, she gave into temptation. "You know," she said, "I don't see any reason why you can't greet me very nicely like that every morning when I come in. You could even be standing out in the hallway next to my cubicle, waiting for me every day, just so you can curtsey for me and say hello to me every morning." She still had her misgivings about it, but really, that wouldn't be too bad, would it? She had surprised him yet again. But really, her request was nothing much, just greet her politely every morning. It was only nice. But the problem with that was that she wanted him to do it out in the hallway where anyone else might see him. He thought of something else. "What happens if you get her before I do?" "Just make sure you're here ahead of me," she replied as she reached over to turn her computer on. "Now get out of here and leave me alone. Please!" she added, because she really was having second thoughts now about the request she had just made of him. It wasn't right! She needed to figure things out! And having him anywhere around wasn't helping. She sat in her chair and stared at her bag while her computer booted up. But she wasn't seeing it. She was too torn over whether she should be dominating him or not. It wasn't right! But if she didn't... And this morning as soon as she saw him she had been all too quick to start giving orders again - despite the fact that she knew it wasn't right! So what should she do? She was so torn over the problem. It wasn't her! She was nice! She wasn't mean! She wasn't a bad person... not really. At least she hoped she wasn't. With her computer now ready, she opened her email program like she did every morning and was surprised to see an email from Mel - already. Curious, she opened it, even though she was now having serious doubts about everything she was doing. Dear Robin, Doing what you are doing with Sissy should always be on your own terms. I would expect nothing less. It still sounds to me like you are doing marvelously well and don't really need much of my help. I did have one quick thing to mention, just in case you might be interested. Since you seem to like seeing him with his thumb in his mouth to help keep him quiet, in case you might need it, he should also have a pacifier in his purse too. Feel free to use that if you feel so inclined. By the way, there is one other brand new development for him on my end. As of tonight, we've made a permanent change to his sissy voice. If you're interested in hearing it, be on the watch for a lot of lisping and the use of other babyish words. Otherwise, it may sound much the same to you. But I definitely think the new things are an improvement. As always, feel free to call or email me, Mel Robin couldn't decide if she should care or not about the few things Mel had mentioned. She was more inclined right now to find a different way to deal with Sissy than to try dominating him like she thought she could. Something much... saner! But one thing did click in the back of her mind from Mel's short email, what little she had heard out of Sissy's mouth this morning hadn't contained any lisping at all, so he was probably trying to hide something again... which still irked her even though she knew it shouldn't. Why should she care? She wasn't that kind of person? It was all wrong! She was very tempted to march right over to his cubicle and apologize for the way she had behaved and to retract all her orders. But then what? She supposed she would just have to figure out how to work around him without getting angry. And probably without feeling totally repulsed by him too. And that wasn't going to be easy. Not by a long shot. Besides, she now had a different problem with him. Now that her eyes had been opened to what he really was, she was seeing different things about him that she had never bothered to notice before. Things that irked her terribly. He was so darn childish! In so many ways! And she couldn't help it, but right now, it bothered her! So... what the heck was she supposed to do? Chad sat quietly at his desk, afraid to make the least little noise that might upset Robin. Once again he had nothing to do. Maybe he should start doing like Robin did and bring a bunch of magazines and stuff with him to look at. But he wasn't really the magazine type. Besides, he could find everything he wanted on the internet. He didn't understand at all why Robin wouldn't let him help with the project. It made no sense! But every time he had mentioned helping in the past, it only seemed to make her angry. So he said nothing and stayed as quiet as he could. With nothing at all to do, he again opened up his internet browser. What should he search for? Today, he typed in the word 'sissy.' Robin moved her mouse a little, then clicked it, trying to get some work done. But her heart wasn't in it. As much as she tried to work, her brain was too preoccupied with feeling bad over what she had done with Sissy. Even this morning! It wasn't right! It was all wrong! It was the very things she had been mad about in the first place. Mostly. But it had been like she couldn't help it! Curtsey for her every morning to greet her? Ridiculous! And now she felt bad about demanding it. But should she go apologize to him? With as mad at him as she still felt, she just couldn't do it. So what should she do? With a frustrated sigh, she gave up all pretense of working. She wasn't getting anything accomplished anyway. What was he doing over there on the other side of the wall? She knew he wasn't working on their project. She wouldn't let him! He was probably wasting his time searching the internet instead of doing something useful... like trying to learn something new to use here at work. Or at least stay up on the latest trends for their job. But somehow, she doubted that he was doing anything except goofing off - like a child! So what was she going to do? She couldn't think! Especially with him so close - right in the next cubicle. She needed to get away! Go somewhere else to think! Frustrated, she got up and headed out. She paused only slightly as she passed Sissy's desk. Her quick glance showed her pictures on his screen, but she never paused long enough to really see what they were. But pictures weren't work related, so just as she guessed, he was goofing off! Not that she really cared. Just as long as he didn't touch their project without her say-so! Not knowing where to go, she wandered the hallways as she tried to think. But no answers were coming to her. Eventually, she found herself in the break room, which was empty. She did notice that the coffee pot was filled and ready so she poured herself a cup and took it over to the women's usual table. She sat and nursed her coffee for a long time while she pondered what to do. If only she had someone she could talk to about it. Someone who could help without thinking she was crazy. She certainly couldn't talk to Mel! Mel was the last person she'd want to talk to. But thinking about Mel reminded her of Mel's friend Gloria. She had made more sense than anyone she had talked to in a while. She wouldn't mind talking to Gloria - but it would have to be without Mel! And Gloria was Mel's friend! So she was left with nobody to talk with at all. She sat and nursed her coffee, no solution coming to her. But she didn't leave. Eventually, she watched as a worker came in with two boxes of doughnuts and set them out. Then the worker checked the coffee to make sure there was enough. Then the worker left, and she was alone again. But only for a few minutes. Two men came in and headed for the coffee pot. They were the first ones to arrive for morning break. She got up and refilled her cup, grabbed a doughnut, and sat back down again. No answers. Nothing. Chad glanced at his clock. It was break time, but where was Robin? He had thought he heard her leaving a while ago, but as far as he could tell, she never came back. He got up and went to her cubicle. She wasn't there. Puzzled, he headed alone for the break room. He was still heading for the line to get coffee when he spotted her at their usual table. She already had her coffee. He wondered where she had been. He got his own coffee and one of the doughnuts and carried it over to the table. There was no seat open next to Robin so he took one a bit further away. All through break, he noticed that it looked like she wasn't paying much attention to what was going on at the table - like she was thinking about something else. The few times anyone spoke to her, she gave mostly short answers that didn't really say anything. Robin was mostly annoyed anytime someone spoke to her, mostly because she hadn't been paying attention so she had to try to remember what had been said. Fortunately, nobody really talked to her much. She was glad that for once Sissy wasn't sitting next to her. He was her main problem. She just didn't know what to do about him. It wasn't until break was nearly over that the idea hit her. It wouldn't solve her problem at all, but maybe... maybe... she could at least get her own thoughts and fears figured out. Suddenly, everyone was getting up to go back to work. Good timing! She got up right along with them and headed back to her desk. She knew Sissy was following her, but fortunately, he wasn't saying anything. She didn't acknowledge his presence in any way, not even when she got back to her desk. But working right now was not her first priority. She grabbed her phone and dialed Mel's number... and started walking down the hall with it, away from Sissy. But she didn't get through to Mel, she only got as far as Mel's receptionist, Andrea. "Mel just went in with a client," Andrea said into the phone. She recognized Robin's name as one that Mel wanted to be told about immediately if she called. But still... "Can this wait till she gets out or do you need me to get her now?" Robin felt a bit of frustration. Mel was busy! It figured! But... "No, it can wait... a bit. But not too long I hope. Can you have her call me?" "Absolutely! As soon as she finishes. Um... I estimate about half an hour. Will that be alright?" "Sure," Robin replied. "That's fine. Thanks." She hung up the phone and headed back to her desk. Half an hour. Not long, but still an eternity. She tried to fill the time by working, but she simply couldn't concentrate on the job that needed to be done - which only added to her frustration. Ugh! She was falling further and further behind on the project! She thought about Sissy, just on the other side of the wall, doing nothing! Nothing! And that fact irked her! And so did the sinking realization that she could put him to work, get him to help. Let him do what she wasn't capable of doing today... just so the project could get back on track. Damn him! "Sissy!" she called over the wall. "Get in here!" Chad nearly fell out of his chair at the unexpected summons. He quickly went around to her cubicle and curtseyed as he entered. "You wanted me?" he asked. Robin actually winced at his curtsey. It wasn't her! It wasn't right! But she said nothing about that. "I need you to do some work for me," she told him. She spent the next five minutes explaining what she wanted, then kicked him out again. And again she mentally winced as he curtseyed before leaving. She really needed to put a stop to that! Chad was elated. She had found some work for him to do. Real work! Work where he would be making a definite contribution to the project. He wondered what had changed her mind... not that he was going to ask. As far as he was concerned, he was going to do everything possible to stay out of her way - completely! He quickly closed his internet browser and opened the project instead. Down to work! Robin stared at the entrance to her cubicle where Sissy had disappeared from only moments ago. She felt guilty - for a number of reasons. She felt guilty for treating him badly. She felt guilty for not including him in the project so far, and now she felt guilty about making him work because she couldn't. It wasn't right. But she could do nothing about it. She glanced at her clock. Still fifteen minutes till Mel would call - probably. If Mel called. Not wanting to sit at her desk again, especially now that she could hear the faint sounds of Sissy working on the other side of the wall, she grabbed her cell phone and began wandering the hallways, but this time she didn't go near the break room. Mel walked her client to the door and shook hands with him. Then she turned and headed back toward her office. "Robin called you," Andrea told her as she passed her desk. Mel was more than a bit surprised at that. "She did? What did she want?" "She didn't say other than she wanted to talk to you. I got the impression she wanted to talk sooner rather than later." Mel nodded. "Okay, thanks. I'll call her right away." She went back to her office and found Robin's number and called. Robin jumped when her phone suddenly rang. "Hello?" she said quickly. "Robin?" Mel's voice came through. "How are you? What can I do for you?" Robin sighed before answering. Where should she start? "Um... I really hate to ask this," she began. "Anything," Mel replied quickly. "And don't be afraid to ask." "Well, you know your friend Gloria that I talked to at lunch the other day?" "Yeah." "Well... do you think you could call her and ask if I can meet her for lunch again?" Mel was surprised by that. "Of course. In fact, you can join us anytime you want. We'd love to have you." Actually, she wasn't all that sure how Gloria would feel about it. "Well, that's just it, I mean... I don't want to be rude or impolite, but... um... I was really just hoping I could talk to her myself. You know?" Mel did feel a bit put out... but under the circumstances... "Sure," she replied as cheerily as she could. "I'll call and ask her, then let you know. Okay?" "Thanks Mel. I appreciate it. A lot!" "Is everything going alright with Sissy? Is there anything you need me to do?" "Oh no! Like I said, I really would just like to talk with your friend Gloria again. Please." Mel realized that Robin wasn't going to tell her anything about what her problem was. "No problem. Like I said, I'll let you know as soon as I talk to her." "Thanks again Mel," Robin replied. She felt somewhat relieved, but only somewhat. Mel hung up her phone. Robin wanted to talk to Gloria. Alone! She wasn't sure how happy she was about that, but at least Robin hadn't started yelling at her again. She picked up her phone and dialed Gloria's number. Gloria was just about to go into a session with one of her few morning clients when she heard her phone ringing. She quickly motioned to her client that she would be just a moment, then she answered the call. "Hi Gloria," Mel said. "I need you to do a favor for me." That didn't exactly sound like the kind of thing that Gloria had on her list of things she most wanted to do. "What is it?" she asked. "I've got a client waiting." "Robin just called me. She wants to meet with you for lunch." Ugh! Just what she needed. "Do you mean just me, or both of us?" "Just you." "I was afraid of that. You know I usually get a lot of money for things like this." "I know. But I figure that if she's got a problem, then it's my fault to begin with, so I'm responsible for it. So bill me for it. In fact bill me for both of your lunches too." "You know I was just kidding," Gloria replied. "But you also know me better than that. Bill me." Gloria shrugged. "Why not? Okay, tell her I'll meet her outside our usual place." "Thanks Gloria. I appreciate it." Robin was still heading back to her desk when her phone rang again. That was quick! "Hello?" "Hi Robin. I just talked to Gloria. She said she'll meet you outside the restaurant where we had lunch the other day. Is that okay?" "Wonderful!" Robin replied with relief. "And I'm so sorry about this. It's just that... well... Never mind. I just appreciate it." "No problem. Let me know if there's anything else I can do for you." "I will. Thanks Mel." Robin felt much more relieved as she returned to her desk. Gloria had made so much sense when she had talked with her. But the question now was, would Gloria be able to help her this time? She could only hope. Mel stared at her phone for a few moments after she finished talking with Robin. She desperately wondered what Robin's problem was... and she was sure there was some kind of problem because why else would she want to talk to Gloria? But since she was fairly certain that Robin's problem was related to Sissy, she was reminded of one other little technical thing she had to arrange for Sissy now. She picked up her phone again and called Cassie's number. She listened to the phone ringing for a few moments and was about to give up when she heard Cassie breathlessly answer it. "Hi Cassie. It's Mel." "Hey Mel. What's happening?" Cassie asked. "It's time to make a little change again in Sissy's suppository routine." "Okay, no problem. What do you need?" "Don't put any more up into him at lunch time from now on. I'll continue to give them to him at night once in a while. But that's being cut back too. I just need you to make sure he keeps thinking you're giving them to him." "You think he's ready for it yet?" Cassie asked. "As far as I can tell he is. Besides, it doesn't matter much. We're running out of time and I have to stay on schedule." "Okay," Cassie replied. "From what I've heard, he doesn't have a clue anytime we do it or don't do it." Another little thought hit her. "Cindy isn't going to like it though, because it means I can't let her change him. I don't want to take any chance that she might 'spill the beans' so to speak." "Well, it won't be for too much longer anyway. Just the rest of this week and next week. After that, he'll be with me all day." "Okay," Cassie said. "No problem." Chad headed slowly toward the gym doors. Yesterday, Cassie had taken care of him. But the way things were going lately, he was betting that this time it would be Cindy, the receptionist, who would be doing it. When Cassie changed him, she played with his backside, giving him the most wonderful feelings in the world. Almost like regular sex. He just wasn't able to orgasm from it with her... yet. He couldn't wait to keep trying though. But today, if Cindy took care of him, then he had no idea what would happen - other than she would change his diaper. Oh yeah, and stick another stupid suppository up his butt. Ugh! Bracing himself for Cindy, he opened the gym door and went inside. The first thing he noticed was that Cindy didn't look as excited to see him as usual. Or maybe it was just his imagination. But that all changed when she leaned across the tall desk and smiled at him. Wickedly? He started bracing himself for the worst. But she was just staying right there, not moving and not saying anything. Waiting? Ugh! He curtseyed and said. "Hewwo, Cindy," in his sissy voice - his old sissy voice. He was rewarded to see her smile broader and stand back up again. "Hi Sissy," she replied. But she didn't say anything else or even offer to go find Cassie. Chad saw her just standing there as if she was waiting for something again. "So are you going to be changing me again today?" he asked tentatively. Cindy's face brightened somewhat. "Would you like me to change you today?" she asked hopefully. Chad wanted to be changed, he just would rather she didn't do it. "I want to be changed," he replied noncommittally. Cindy leaned forward again and said a bit softer. "So then you want me to change you?" she asked hopefully. Chad didn't know why she wanted to drag this out. As far as he could see, the fact that she would be changing him instead of Cassie was probably a foregone conclusion. If she was going to do it, then he'd just as soon get it over with. "Yes," he replied somewhat testily. "Tell me again," Cindy said with a bit of a giggle. "Tell me you want me to change you." Ugh! "I'd like you to change me," Chad replied. Then, to end the pointless banter between them, he added the word, "Please!" Hoping it would get her moving. Excitedly and almost defiantly, Cindy held her head high and said, "Then let's go," as she came out from behind the tall desk and led the way toward the back of the gym. They met Cassie heading towards them about halfway through the big room. "There you are," Cassie said. "I was beginning to think you were late today. Thanks Cindy. I'll take him from here." "But he asked 'me' to change him today." Cindy replied a bit defiantly. "No!" Cassie replied sternly. "I told you earlier... No!" "But!" "No! And don't ask again! Now get back up front where you belong!" Defeated, Cindy headed back to her station at the front counter. Chad was grateful, but he realized that he had obviously missed something. Maybe Cassie didn't want Cindy changing him because of the way she had banged on his chastity device the last time with those scissors. Either way, he was glad that Cassie would be doing it! "So, did you really want Cindy to change you instead today?" Cassie asked a few minutes later as she started pulling things out of his diaper bag. "Heavens no!" Chad replied. "It's just that she can be so..." he searched for the right word. "Manipulative?" Cassie suggested. "Yeah. Manipulative!" "So you'd rather have me doing this than her?" "I'd much rather you do it!" Chad replied with conviction. Cassie reached into her desk drawer and pulled out the toy she used on his backside every day. "I wonder why?" she replied jokingly. A short while later, she was holding firmly onto that toy as Chad pumped his back end against it furiously. Once again she was struck by how desperate he seemed to be. And once again, she noted how defeated he was when he gave up. But that didn't seem to keep him from trying every day. She actually felt for him. She just wouldn't let him know that. Just as she didn't let him know that she was only faking putting the suppositories up inside of him - from now on. Robin spotted Gloria waiting just outside the door to the restaurant as she walked up from her car. "Hi," she said politely. "I really appreciate you meeting with me like this. Were you waiting long?" "No, I just got here," Gloria replied as they went in through the door. "Good timing." A few minutes later, they were seated with menus on the table in front of them. Gloria was there often so she didn't bother opening hers, instead she waited patiently while Robin briefly looked over her menu before closing it. "So, you wanted to see me?" Gloria asked. Robin felt bad and frustrated about asking for help, but she was here now. "Yeah," she replied. "It's just that..." But it was difficult to put into words what she really wanted to say? "That... I don't know what to do about Sissy!" she blurted out. "I mean, he just makes me so mad!" Gloria already had no doubt that Sissy was really at the heart of the matter, but all she did was to raise an eyebrow and repeat the word, "Mad?" "Yeah! And the last few days I've started making him... I mean..." But she didn't know how to say what it was that she wanted to say, so her main piece of frustration forced its way out of her mouth instead. "I'm not a bad person!" Gloria was a little surprised by her sudden turn in the conversation, but many of her clients were often all over the place with their thoughts, so this was nothing new to her. All she said was, "You're not?" "No! I'm not! At least, I don't want to be." "So you think you are." "No... I mean, yes... I don't know!" "So you think you might be bad. Why is that?" Robin felt a bit embarrassed by her thoughts. "Because of some of the things I've been making him do." Gloria really wasn't all that interested in knowing about it, but this was a professional consultation so she had to ask. "And what did you make him do?" "Not much, at first," Robin replied after a moment of reflection. "At first? It's only been what, two days?" Robin blushed. "About that," she mumbled. "I mean I made him..." She shook her head. "He was just being so childish!" she blurted out in her frustration. "So I made him suck his thumb." "You..." But Gloria didn't get any further before Robin continued. "And the second time, I taped it to his mouth so he couldn't take it out without me knowing about it." "You taped it?" "Well, I can't trust him! He's so damn childish! I just don't know why I never saw it before. I mean he really is!" "Childish? In what way?" Robin shook her head. "He's forever trying to get away with stuff. He tells half-truths. And when he wants something, he nags, nags, nags, just like a child. So... I treat him like one." Gloria took that in for a moment before saying, "I see. So you punish him." "Yeah. I can't help it. He just infuriates me so much! Why didn't I see it in him before?" Gloria ignored her question for a moment and instead asked. "So you don't... dominate him like Mel does?" "Well, that's just it, I've started doing a little of that too. A little." "But mostly, you punish him for being childish. Is it possible you're more sensitive to his childishness now because you now know what he is?" Robin thought about that, then sheepishly nodded. "But I don't want to be bad!" "And who says you're bad?" Robin was saved from answering right away by the waitress taking their order. When she left, Gloria pushed the question again. "Who says you're bad?" The answer seemed perfectly obvious to Robin. "Everyone!" That surprised Gloria. "So you've told others about what you're doing, and they're all condemning you for it?" "No, not that. I haven't dared tell anyone!" "So who says you're bad?" "Well wouldn't anyone say that? It's obvious, isn't it?" "Obvious, because you punish him for being childish?" "Well, yeah, I guess. And for the other stuff too." "The other stuff?" "Well, I've been making him curtsey when he sees me like Mel does, and I told him to always use his sissy voice around me too." "So you like dominating him?" "No, it's just that... it helps to remind me what he is all the time." "What he is? And that is?" "A sissy of course!" "Of course. So you feel you have to dominate him to help remind you of that, and now you're feeling guilty about it." Robin nodded. "Something like that." "So you think that making him talk funny and curtsey once in a while makes you a bad person." "Well... there's more," Robin replied sheepishly. "Yesterday when I taped his thumb to his mouth, I made him sit in the corner under my desk for several hours. I told him it was his time-out spot for acting so childish. And then today... well, I didn't really do much with him today. I chickened out with what I had planned and tried to avoid him as much as possible instead." Gloria was a bit startled, but she didn't let it show. She had heard worse. Much worse! "You chickened out?" "Well, yeah. I had this idea last night, but this morning I realized that everything I was doing was wrong. All wrong. It's not right!" "Not right as far as you're concerned, or Sissy?" That startled Robin. "It's just not right! Period!" "So don't do it." Robin shook her head. "You don't understand. I can't deal with him like I used to! His childishness makes me so angry I just want to kill him!" "So dominate him." "But I can't! It's all wrong." Robin leaned forward to emphasize her words. "I'm not a cruel person. It's not me!" She leaned back again before continuing. "All I ever wanted to be in life is a wife and a mother. And now I am. I'm not some freaky dominatrix person with a whip and boots and... well, you know. I'm not a cruel person. It's not me." "It's not you, or not what you think you are." Robin had to think about that. "It's not... I'm not..." She shook her head. "I don't know. Every time I see him I still get so mad at him. And it's been almost a week now since I found out!" Gloria nodded. "You're angry at him and you can't let go of it." "Yeah! Exactly." "And you're frustrated about it." "Yeah!" "So what is it you want to do?" Robin shook her head. "That's why I'm here. I don't know!" Gloria nodded. It was time to backtrack a bit. "So now because you've made him do a few things you're afraid that you might be a bad person." Robin wasn't sure, but she thought that Gloria might be twisting her words a little. "Kind of," she admitted. "But it's not me! I'm not a bad person." "I didn't say you were." Gloria paused to think for a moment. "You say you're not cruel. Was it cruel to tape his thumb to his mouth? Was it cruel to sit him under your desk?" Robin nodded. "Yes, it was. I need to apologize to him for that I guess." "Maybe. But... was it cruel by your standards, or his?" "Huh? "Do you think that Sissy thought it was cruel to have his thumb taped to his mouth?" "Well sure. Wouldn't he?" "I don't know. He's a sissy. And his particular breed of sissy craves that kind of thing." "So I wasn't cruel?" Gloria shrugged. "It depends on whose standards you're going by." Robin was a little startled by that. "Whose standards?" she repeated. She paused a few moments while she tried to figure that one out. "So I wasn't being cruel when I made him do those things?" "I didn't say that." Robin was getting more confused. "So I was being cruel." "I didn't say that either. It depends on whose point of view you want to go by." Robin was getting more frustrated now. This just wasn't working! "Whose point of view? Either I'm wrong, or I'm right! Either I'm bad, or I'm not!" "I'm afraid that it's not really that easy," Gloria replied. "You say your big problem is that you can't deal with him as you now know him to be, yet you have been dealing with him - the best way that you can." "But it's all wrong! I'm not that kind of person!" Robin protested. "But you've been dealing with it - as that kind of person. You're just conflicted because everything you're doing goes directly against everything you believed - before! But now you're finding out that life isn't that simple. Life doesn't always fit into nice neat little boxes. Sometimes you have to find a different way to deal with something, even if it doesn't fit into one of those nice neat little boxes you want your life to be ruled by. "You say you're not a cruel person. But again, cruel by whose standards? Yours? His? Or do you need to look somewhere in the middle. Make some concessions in your life that will enable you to deal with him in a way that satisfies your needs - while at the same time, keeping in mind that you can look a little bit out of that box you want to put him in because of his own 'unique' point of view of life. "Let's face it," Gloria continued, "he's a bit different. But he has needs just like you and I do. His needs are just a bit..." she searched for a good word. "Weird!" Robin finished for her. Gloria smiled. "Maybe. But you've got the idea." "So what I've been doing is not wrong?" "I'm not saying that." Robin grunted and rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't, would you! You won't say one way or the other." Gloria leaned forward. "Only you can answer that one." Robin had to pause for a few moments to calm down and think. She was getting frustrated by Gloria's non-help. "It helps me to see him as a sissy and not as... Chad... or even as Chad who was trying to be a woman." "Why is that?" Gloria asked. "Because every time I see him in those... more normal roles, I can't help thinking that this... decent person, is nothing of the sort! He's perverted! He's twisted! He's... an idiot! Can you imagine, wanting to go around wetting yourself all the time. Not to mention messing himself too! God! What a jerk! It makes me so mad I could just shake him! And he's going around trying to act like he's totally normal? Not warning anyone at all to know that in reality he's a damn... pervert? God, it just makes me so mad!" "But is he a pervert?" "By my definition he is!" Robin replied. "But you said that's how you see him when he's in a 'more normal' role. What else is there?" "His sissy role." "What's the difference?" "The difference? He's not running around pretending to be something he's not. He's not trying to fool anybody into thinking he's normal." "And it doesn't bother you to see him in that light, as a sissy?" "It bothers me, just not the same as it does when I try to see him as a normal person. I can see what he is, and it kind of triggers something in me that says I can deal with him differently. If I don't see him as a normal person, then I don't have to deal with him as a normal person. But when I see him in any kind of way that even 'might' be normal, then I just get confused and angry and everything seems all wrong." "So it's easier for you to accept him as a sissy, than as someone... normal." "I don't know about accepting him, but I can deal with him." "So you have no trouble dealing with him as a sissy." "Yeah, I do have trouble. But when I see him that way, every time he makes me mad, I just have to find some way to punish him, and then I feel better about it." "Better about it?" "Yeah. Well, maybe more... justified anyway." "But you can deal with him that way." Robin nodded. "Yeah, I guess." Gloria just nodded. "And now you think you're bad because of the way you want to deal with him." "Well, I guess I am," Robin admitted. "Again, by whose standards?" "What does it matter?" "To some people it might." Robin had to think about that, but only for a moment. "I guess, by my standards." "Good," Gloria replied. "That's important! So what you need is for Sissy to fit into your little box of acceptable standards?" Robin was thrown off balance. First Gloria had praised her, then in the next breath she had pulled the rug out from under her again. "Him fit into my standards?" She thought about that for a moment. "I wish!" She looked at Gloria for a moment. "I guess I can't expect him to fit my standards, can I? At least... not anymore." "As I said, he has needs too. And his needs make him see life a bit differently than you do. While he's very aware of what most people would consider 'normal' or even 'acceptable,' his needs force him to make room for something more. He knows he doesn't fit in, even when he tries." "Yeah, I get it," Robin admitted sullenly. "But that doesn't make it right!" "Again, for you? Or him?" Robin looked at her for a moment. "I guess, for me." "But to him it may be okay?" Robin nodded. "I guess." She remembered something then. "Yesterday, when I told him that I didn't know what the bounds were on this type of thing, he told me that there were no bounds. I could do anything!" "That may have been a bad choice of words on his part," Gloria replied. "I'm sure he has bounds. He just may not have reached them yet." Robin nodded. "Yeah, probably. But maybe it means that he doesn't really mind what I'm doing to him all that much. Maybe, no matter how much I feel that it's wrong, he doesn't." "Possibly," Gloria admitted. "But it still feels wrong," Robin replied. "And it is! To most people! And also to you because you're matching it up against how you treat everyone else." As Robin tried to digest that, their food finally arrived. When the waitress had left, Robin stuck a French fry in her mouth and said, "I've been trying to avoid him as much as possible so I don't have to see him and get angry again." "How's that going?" Gloria asked with her mouth full of hamburger. "Not so well. We work together, and now our boss has thrown us together on another project." She looked up at Gloria. "I could handle the whole project by myself! There was no need for Tom to include Sissy in it too!" "In other words, you just wanted to avoid him." Robin nodded before she stuck some chicken in her mouth. "Yeah, I guess. The less I see of him, the better. The problem is that I really can't avoid him." She thought of something else. "The one little piece of advice that Mel gave me was to make him understand that I'm the one in charge of everything now, not him." "And?" "So, since I don't really need his help on this thing, then I'm not letting him touch it." She rolled her eyes before adding, "which means he has nothing to do and so he seems to find ways to act more childish again and make me mad at him." Gloria had been about to take another bite of her hamburger, but she delayed it. "That's a twist," she said. "You want to be the boss - and do all the work too - while your workers, or in this case worker, does nothing." "But I don't need him!" "I didn't say you did. It just struck me as different. Not wrong, just different." But her words struck something in Robin that made her think about it. "You're right, the boss doesn't do all the work. He makes everyone else do it for him." "Maybe not exactly like that," Gloria replied. "A boss still has a lot of responsibilities, they're just different responsibilities. Not less, not easier, just different." Robin nodded. She had a lot to think about. It was still all wrong! But was it really? And the one in charge doesn't have to do all the work! "How's that look?" the beautician asked as she held the mirror up behind Mel's head so she could see the back of her hair. "Good," Mel replied. "That's more of what I want." She had just taken a few minutes to come in and get a long overdue haircut. Just trim the ends and neaten everything back up again. One day she would actually find the time to get the style changed, but this wasn't that time. Once she was out of the chair, she headed up to the cash register to pay. As she handed over her credit card, she noticed the nails on the girl who was the cashier. "Oh, that's different," she said as she stared at the girl's nails. Pleased, the cashier held both her hands out so Mel could see her pretty nails. Mel finished paying for her haircut, but as she was walking back out to her car, she already had her cell phone in her hand and was dialing her usual nail salon. Chad was once again back at work on the project. It was nice to have nothing to do once in a while, but overall, he'd much rather be busy. And the things he was doing right now were the kind of things he was particularly good at. While Robin may be a lot better than him with some of the art and design ideas, he was still more proficient in the technical areas. Since they each had returned from lunch, Robin had yet to say a word to him or even acknowledge his existence. She hadn't even spoken to him since earlier when she had assigned him the work to do. In a way, he was glad, but he'd still like her opinion on a few things once in a while. But asking her opinion was out of the question. He wasn't about to make her angry by going over to talk to her for something as minor as that. Still, it would be nice to know if she had a problem with anything he was doing. He finished another small portion of what he was working on and stopped for a minute. He didn't know what Robin was doing in her cubicle on the other side of the wall, but for now, everything seemed quiet enough. He opened up his spreadsheet for keeping track of the bet. Still fifteen days to go before the testing. Almost down to two weeks. Once again, it felt like both a long time and a very short time to go. In the time since the bet had started, everything had changed so much. Incredibly much! Things that seemed normal to him now were unthinkable such a short time ago. It was unbelievable how much his life had changed... how much he had changed. And what about when the bet was over, after he had won? What then? Would people ever see him as the same old Chad he used to be? Probably not. Maybe after a few years, but even then they would always remember him as he was now... a sissy. Like it or not, he would have to deal with that. He was forever branded with it now and there was no hiding it. The best he could hope for was to minimize what everyone knew... because he had a feeling his life would be far worse if certain things ever got out. He put the computer curser into the column next to yesterday's date. How long had he managed to hold back? The day before it had been six minutes, up a minute from the day before that. But yesterday he hadn't managed to make it to six minutes. He had gotten close, but despite trying hard, he just hadn't gotten there. So he was going backwards again. But only by a little bit. Maybe today he could make it to six minutes again... or better! He was trying again, but so far it was tough going. But then, the afternoon had just started so he was hopeful. Rather sadly, he filled in five and a half minutes next to yesterday's date. Down another half a minute. He had to do better! Without bothering to look at his reasons for winning the bet, he closed the spreadsheet again before Robin could see it. Robin was doing nothing. The project was open on her computer, but she had done nothing else with it. She could hear the faint sounds of Sissy typing on his keyboard on the other side of the wall so she assumed he was working on the project. He better be! Actually, she was sorry to admit that it was he who was now keeping the project on track since she herself hadn't done anything with it all day... and really hadn't done much with it since it started. So as much as she hated to admit it, she was glad he was working on it because she still wasn't capable. The only thing her mind wanted to think about was the talk she had had with Gloria over lunch. That hadn't worked out at all like she had hoped it would. The darn woman wouldn't ever come out and say anything one way or another! It was so infuriating! Really, all Gloria did was to take her own words and twist them around and throw them right back at her again. Darn her! But in doing so, she now had new things to think about. New ways to look at everything. She wanted to be in charge, but the best thing for someone in charge to do was to let those under them do the work. She thought about that. She had no doubt that Mel probably had him doing all sorts of work for her. So when she thought about things in that light, she felt much better about Sissy helping with the project now. Of course, that didn't mean that he had to take credit for all of it... any of it for that matter. After all, shouldn't the credit go to the one in charge? So Sissy working on the project now was a good thing. But that didn't mean that she wouldn't be putting her marks on it too! And then there was the other thing. Her main problem. She wasn't that kind of person! She wasn't a bad person at all! And she didn't want to be! But damn him, Sissy didn't fit into any of those little boxes that Gloria had talked about. He was outside of... everything! She couldn't deal with him like... like... like a normal human being. He was... weird! Or different. Maybe they amounted to the same thing. So was she being a bad person if she ordered him around, made him suck his thumb, or made him sit under her desk? She didn't want to be a bad person. She didn't want to be cruel. But was it cruel... as far as he went anyway? She would never even consider it with anyone else... anyone - normal. But, he wasn't normal. So was it cruel? With a groan, she realized she was thinking in circles and wasn't really getting anywhere. Or at least she wasn't making any decisions. Frustrated, she tried to force herself to go back to work again. But even though she somewhat succeeded at first, a little while later, thoughts of the items she had in her big bag began creeping into her head. And they were difficult to ignore. Was she bad? She didn't want to be. "So how did it go?" Mel asked as soon as Gloria picked up her phone. She had tried several times to reach her, but their schedules weren't always compatible. "I can't tell you that," Gloria replied. "You can't?" "I'm taking you up on your offer to pay for the consultation, so I'm not allowed to tell you." "That's not fair!" "Sorry, but that's the way it is. I can tell you though that everything she talked about was things you can probably guess. But I'm not saying anything further about it!" Things she could guess? Mel figured she could guess a lot of things. But she knew nothing. And knowing Gloria, she wouldn't even tell her if she needed to be worried about anything or not. But then she had to understand, she herself had her own non-disclosure rules she had to follow. Gloria was not going to be any help as far as Robin went. "I understand," she finally replied - although disappointedly. She switched subjects. "So how about tonight? Are you going to hypnotize him again for me?" "Do you still need me to?" "Definitely. And this time, I really need to know how long he's holding back - front and rear! It's important. Very!" "Since I told you I would keep doing it, then I will. No problem." "Great! We'll see you at our regular time." "Good," Gloria replied. "See you then." "Oh! Gloria," Mel said before she could hang up her phone. "This Sunday, I'm going to try to have another little get-together at my place. Sissy is cooking - and he really is good. Won't you please come this time?" "Sorry Mel. I told you before, not till this bet thing is over between you two. Then maybe I'll think about it." "Okay, I just thought I'd ask - again." "It's okay. You know I'm just trying to stay out of things." "Yeah, I understand." As Gloria hung up her phone, she briefly thought about one thing she would never admit to... she could have steered Robin in any of several directions today, but the one she decided to choose was the one that she felt would be best for everyone - especially Mel. Mel hung up her phone. Gloria still didn't want to come to dinner. Or was it more like she didn't want to see Sissy in his natural setting... under her thumb. The knocking at her door broke her train of thought. "Come in, Andrea," she called. Andrea entered with her inevitable stack of papers. "Here's the latest for you," she said as she set the stack on Mel's desk. "Thanks, Andrea," Mel replied offhandedly. Andrea was almost out the door when she stopped her though. "Andrea..." "Yes?" "I'm trying to plan another little dinner at my place Sunday night. Do you want to come?" Andrea suddenly giggled. "And get to see what you're doing with Sissy? You bet!" Mel smiled. "Good! Plan on it then!" "I will," Andrea replied. "Thanks." One down, Mel thought. Now she just had to see if Sandy and Cassie could come - which she was fairly certain they would. Those two were usually looking forward to their Sunday dinners now. Robin was actually getting things done when she happened to glance at her clock and notice the time. Break time! Finally! But she felt good about the work she had managed to accomplish. The only problem now, was Sissy. She was going to have to face him again and she still wasn't sure how she felt about everything. She prayed he would just stay silent and not talk to her during break. Since she wasn't really ready to deal with him yet, it would make things much easier. As she got up from her seat, her eyes fell on the desk drawer where she had stowed her large bag earlier. Thoughts of what she had been thinking of doing with Sissy once again ran though her brain. But should she? Fortunately, it was break time. There were other things to do and think about. She went over to Chad's cubicle and was glad to see that he was hard at work on the project and not goofing off doing something else. "Break time, Sissy," she announced. A minute later, the two of them were walking through the halls together. "Did you get a chance to look over anything I did yet?" he chanced asking excitedly. For some reason, his question bothered Robin. "Some," she replied, not wanting to really talk with him yet. "Any problems with it?" he asked, hoping she could be a bit more forthcoming. He just couldn't leave things alone. He had to have approval for every little thing. Like a child trying to show off or win his mother's praise. Since he bothered her, she said nothing in reply. Maybe he'd get the point and shut up! She was pleased when they actually made it to the break room without any more questions from him. A few minutes later, they were both sitting at the women's table listening to the gossip floating around the table. But Robin's mind was more on Sissy. It had only taken a few minutes of being with him in the hallways to get her angry with him again. And once again he had shown her how much of a child he was. Why did he irk her so much? The discussion she had had with Gloria didn't really help. Once again her mind remembered the items she had in her bag for him. Was it cruel? Was she bad? She didn't want to be cruel. She didn't want to be bad. She wanted everyone to think nothing but good of her. She was a kind, loving woman. Not something out of a nightmare! No, she couldn't do it! She wouldn't do it! It wasn't right! When they got back to their desks, she would apologize to him and do her best to deal with him in a normal - sane - manner. She suddenly felt a bit better about everything. She had made her decision! As she took another sip of her coffee, she watched him sitting there, barely sipping at his coffee, listening to the other women talking, smiling and laughing occasionally at what was being said - as if he was another woman. But he wasn't! She remembered him yesterday afternoon, right after break, when she had been talking to him... and he had suddenly messed in his diapers! The freak! She remembered that earlier in the day she had made him strip down so she could see what he wore under his dress - and she had found his childish diapers and that... chastity thing underneath. The pervert! He was pretending to be a woman! Pretending to be an adult! Pretending to be normal, like everyone else! But he wasn't! Not even close! She was aware of the anger building in her again just from looking at him. She didn't like it, but she couldn't help it. She was not a bad person! She was not cruel! She only needed to apologize to him. That was all! The other women were suddenly getting to their feet to go back to their desks. Break time was over. Robin got up along with everyone else and followed them all out into the hallways - leading back to her desk. She would apologize to him... just as soon as they were back at their desks and alone. She would do it! And it would be finally over. And she could no longer worry whether she was being bad or not. "So you didn't have any problems with what I did?" Chad asked again as soon as they were alone. Why did he have to keep harping on it? Rather testily she replied, "It was fine!" "Everything?" Chad asked, glad that she was at least speaking to him again. "How about where I changed the one form around." He was d