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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 54 (Wednesday - week 8) Derek's strong arms enveloped her as they laid on her bed. His powerful kiss lingered on her lips. Even in her sleep she thrilled to the luxury of his embrace. He was all male... so much male. And she of course was so much female. For some reason, she happened to glance to the side, and her attention was caught by Sissy, just standing there quietly. Watching them. Making no sound, no movement. He was just there. She went back to paying attention to Derek's wonderful body, but memories of Sissy started invading her mind. She wanted to pay attention to Derek, only Derek, but her mind refused to leave Sissy alone. In her sleep, she turned to Sissy. "Leave us!" she commanded. Sissy didn't curtsey, he simply nodded oddly and walked off. She would have to speak to him later about not curtseying. But at least he was gone. She went back to making delicious love to Derek, but her mind refused to think only of Derek. Her mind could not help but think about Sissy too. Derek's body felt so good. His kisses felt so good. His love making felt so good... and yet, her mind refused to let go of the one thing she didn't want to think about. Frustrated, she got out of bed leaving Derek behind, to find Sissy and see what he was up to. But he wasn't out in the living room. He wasn't in the kitchen either. He wasn't in her apartment at all. She went outside, over to his apartment... but he wasn't there either. Where was he? She knocked on door after door, asking if anyone had seen Sissy. But nobody had. She went down to the parking lot and searched everywhere she could think of... but no Sissy. Where was he? What had become of him? She remembered the way he had simply nodded his head when she had commanded him to leave. Why had he done that? And now she was afraid that making love to Derek had driven him away - permanently. Her command telling him to go was the final straw. He had gone - permanently. In her despair, she wept. She wanted Sissy in her life... as dumb and crazy as that sounded, she didn't want him to be gone. Something else was irritating her too. But then Derek was there, by her side, trying to console her... trying to love her. She was glad he was there. She wanted Derek there. She wanted his love and attention... but she wanted Sissy too. Why couldn't she have both? The other irritation grew. Was it just that Sissy was gone? But now she had chased Sissy away - and it hurt. It hurt a lot! Far more than she ever thought it would. The irritating buzzing of her alarm clock finally reached all the way through to her sleepy brain enough to bring her fully awake. Ugh! She opened her eyes, but she was so tired that she only wanted to go back to sleep again - bad dreams or not. It had been a long night last night - very long. Wonderful... but long. Yawning, she forced herself to move enough to sit up on her bed. Memories of the emotions from her dream lingered, but not much more. Sissy! And Derek! And of course, she wasn't going to forget Ray either... although right now, Ray seemed a lot less immediate - or interesting. She looked at her clock. So early! An hour earlier than usual. But she had to get up early - because of Sissy. She had to talk to him. It was important. She really should have talked to him last night, but she had put it off because of Derek. And Derek had stayed last night because she wanted him to stay. But in the process, she had failed in her responsibilities to Sissy. As she headed out toward her coffee pot, she remembered letting Derek beat Sissy last night - and how he had hurt him. She remembered the way Derek had tied Sissy to his perch last night - because he didn't trust Sissy. And she remembered how she had shown Derek the way she raped Sissy's ass last night... and the way that Sissy had again orgasmed for her... or was it for both of them? No matter. She knew all last night that she was neglecting her responsibilities toward Sissy by not talking to him... but she had let Derek distract her. And now she felt bad about it. As she watched the coffee dripping down into the pot, she remembered Robin's description of the way Sissy had been accosted at lunchtime yesterday. That was one thing she should have never put off! She really should have insisted with Robin that she talk to him on the phone right away... but she had put it off. Not good. And then there was the other thing... the email that Sissy had worked all day on because he had been forced to type with the heels from his shoes that were taped to his hands. That thought brought a smile to her lips, but the content of the email didn't. Robin had said that she thought Sissy had some good points in there. And for the most part, she thought that Robin was right. Why couldn't Sissy simply admit defeat in this bet? Why? It would make everything so much easier for both of them! Well, her especially. But ultimately, it would be easier on them both - because of her long range plans for him - plans she dared not reveal until after she won the bet. But she knew why he wouldn't admit defeat. It was really the same reason she herself would never admit defeat. Neither of them liked to lose. Plus... Sissy had come up with a pretty good list of reasons why he needed to win - friends, a life, and more importantly, self-respect. He didn't know that she knew about those things and she had to make sure he never would know it. They were all... obstacles she had to overcome. Somehow. She poured herself some coffee and carried it into her living room to think... and wake up. So how were they supposed to solve the problem of who won the bet if it was close? The solution to that was the one thing that Sissy didn't put in his email. And she was fairly sure she knew why. It was because the answer was all too obvious. But that obvious answer wasn't one that he would be happy with. And she supposed she really couldn't blame him. So her job now would have to be to convince him. And that wasn't going to be easy. Sissy's heart was pounding as he turned off the irritatingly loud music blaring out of his pink clock radio. How could such a tiny box put out that much annoying sound? On the outside, the box looked so sweet and innocent. And yes, it was his sweet little clock radio. Sweet on the outside, but it housed a monster on the inside. He glanced around his still dark room. Something seemed different, or felt different. But what? Nothing he could put his finger on. Then his gaze again swept over his clock radio... the time! He stared at the time display trying to figure out if he was seeing it wrong, but no! It did read an hour earlier than usual. Was it a mistake? It had to be! Mel! She must have been so tired when she came in last night after from her visit with Derek that she had made a mistake and woken him up an hour early! Darn her! Angry about it, he started waddling his way out toward the kitchen to see if she had left him a note. Did she bother? At that point, he didn't really care. He would have been happier with another hour of sleep! But the note was there on his kitchen counter, right where she always left it. Sissy, Dress normal for work today, but look nice! Wear the same shoes you wore yesterday. Don't forget your usual three bottles before you get ready. I need you here early in the morning so we can talk. We have a lot to discuss. That was it. He now knew why it was so early - she wanted to talk to him. Probably about the email he had sent her yesterday over how they should decide who won the bet if it was close. At least she was paying attention. Despite the early hour, he was glad she was taking it seriously. At least, he hoped she was. He grabbed his usual three bottles out of the refrigerator and carried them out to his one and only chair facing his wall of shaming pictures. But he didn't really see anything on that wall, his mind instead wrestled with how they should decide who won the bet. The obvious way was definitely out! So how else could they do it? A full hour earlier than usual, Chad checked his reflection in his bedroom mirror one more time. He had chosen his colorful print dress again - because he liked it. He would have much rather worn a more comfortable pair of shoes, but the ones he had on did look good with the dress. Of course, they were sexy enough that they would look good with anything. His hair looked - okay. His makeup as well. The jewelry he had chosen was the wooden necklace and bracelet again along with the clear studs in his ears. Underneath it all, he could still feel the overall compression of his all-in-one girdle - over top of his waist cincher, three diapers, and his plastic panties. And of course, his pantyhose over that. He was dressed normal again - not like the "hooker" look he had gone to work in yesterday. He was relieved about that! Normal... for him... now. He was a guy, dressing as a woman for work, with diapers hidden under his clothes. Such a thing was anything but normal! But for him... lately... it was. With one last sigh, he grabbed his plastic bag containing the three empty baby bottles he had drank last night along with the three he had finished this morning. He grabbed his diaper bag and his purse. Then he took one last big breath to steady himself before his day full of humiliation would begin again. And he stepped out his door... on his way... to more humiliation. He hated it! He loved it! Mel was yawning and stirring his baby cereal when she heard him knocking at her door. She hurried to answer it. "Good morning, Mistress," Chad said in his lisping sissy voice as he curtseyed to her. "Good morning, Sissy," Mel replied as she stood back to let him in. She started looking him over as he was putting his things under her little table. His colorful dress again. Good choice. When he stood back up for her inspection, she quickly went from the top of his head down to his shoes. Acceptable. "Okay, Sissy, get up in your highchair. I have your breakfast just about ready." Five minutes later Chad was locked in his highchair with a big bib tied around his neck. He was eating a large batch of lousy tasting baby cereal with a tiny rubber coated baby spoon held in his left fist. And of course, another baby bottle of her lousy tasting tea. The usual. Mel poured herself a fresh cup of coffee before leaning back against her counter where she could see and talk to him easily. "So tell me about yesterday," she said. "I particularly want to hear about you being attacked at lunchtime." Chad stopped eating. Attacked? Yeah, that was as good a description of it as anything. But just thinking about it brought back all too much nervousness. He didn't know where to start. Mel realized she was being too confrontational in her attitude. She could easily see how nervous he was just thinking about it - and he hadn't said a word yet. She berated herself again for not speaking about this with him yesterday. She pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and sat down near him. "Just start at the beginning," she said kindly. "Why did you go there to begin with?" Chad forgot about eating. "I needed water... to refill all the baby bottles I had finished earlier. Robin makes me refill them all so I have plenty to drink all afternoon." Mel was a little surprised at that because she had been sending him with six bottles for the last week. "How many is she making you drink every day?" "Way too many. Probably at least ten. And that's not even counting the full cups of coffee she makes me get on my breaks too!" he added quickly. "It's way too much! All I do all day is drink bottle after bottle!" It sounded to Mel like Robin was doing more than her part as far as keeping him drinking - and wetting. She made a mental note to thank Robin for it. But she wasn't the least bit interested in Sissy's complaining about that. She moved on. "Have you stopped at that store before?" she asked. Chad nodded. "Yeah. Sometimes. Mostly just lately since Robin has been making me drink so much." "And have you ever had any problems there before?" Mel asked. "No. Not really. Everyone there just usually looks at me oddly, but they never say anything to me. Kind of like most places. But I've never been anywhere dressed like I was yesterday." Mel had no doubt the problem had been the way he had been dressed. She just had to get all the facts. "So what happened?" she asked. "I had just gotten my bottle of water and was heading back to the car with it, when these guys stopped me. I tried to get away from them, but they grabbed me and started pulling me toward the end of the parking lot. It tried to get away, but I couldn't. And then the police showed up - fortunately! They let go of me and I ran back to my car and locked the door. You wouldn't believe how scared I was!" Mel had no doubt. She'd be scared to death herself. Any woman would. "I do believe it," she replied. "I totally believe it. You had good reason to be afraid. How many of them were there?" "Three," Chad replied. Mel nodded. "Did they say anything to you?" she asked. "Or did they just grab you?" "This one guy stopped me first. He said something about not coming into his neighborhood dressed for business without doing what he wants... and he wanted me to go to work on him! When I tried to get away, that's when his two friends grabbed me and started pulling me toward their car." "And then the police showed up?" Chad nodded. "Yeah. They let go of me real quick then." "And the police only asked if you were okay?" "That's all," Chad replied. Mel nodded. It was pretty much the way Robin had told it. The problem was, it was her fault. She had unwittingly placed him in that dangerous position. But she had never figured him to go anywhere other than to work and the gym - where she knew he would be safe. She didn't think about him going out to lunch or anywhere else. It had been a big mistake! And for the future, she would have to keep his safety more in mind. But before she made any bigger decisions, she would take the time to think seriously about all this first. "Do you ever have any problems when you're dressed more normally... like you are now?" she asked. Normally? But Chad knew what she meant. He shook his head. "Not really. Like I said, usually everyone just looks at me funny but they rarely say much... usually anyway. Sometimes they laugh." Mel considered that. "So normally, there's no real problem?" "Only that it's very embarrassing." Mel smiled. "That's the point! So you're over what happened yesterday? No problems now?" Chad had to think about that for a moment. "I guess so. I mean, I still get nervous just thinking about it, but what else can I do? It's over and I didn't get hurt. But if that policeman hadn't arrived when he did... I'd rather not think about what would have happened!" Mel nodded. It could have easily become a much bigger problem - and ultimately for her too because she was responsible for him. She got up from her chair with her coffee cup and went back to leaning against the counter. "I read the email you sent me," she told him. "We didn't get a chance to talk about it last night." "I just feel like we need a better way to decide," Chad told her. "What if it's real close?" "Are you expecting it to be close?" she asked. Chad thought about that for a second. "No. Not really." "Well you must be worried about it since you went to all the trouble of thinking up all the scenarios and arguments you put into your email." "I just got to wondering, that's all." Mel nodded. She never intended to ask the question, but it was becoming a sore point with her. "Why can't you just admit defeat now so we can get on with other things?" Chad wasn't at all sure what "other things" meant, but that wasn't the point. "But I'm not going to lose! I can't lose!" "What do you mean you can't?" "I can't! It can't be done! I know that for a fact!" "How?" "Because of what I've read!" "On the internet?" He nodded. "Yeah... and... because I know myself too well." "So you're basing everything on what you believe from something you read on the internet. And you think that if it's on the internet it must be true?" Chad wasn't exactly happy about the way she had put that question. But... "I believe it!" he replied. "But not just because it's on the internet. I just... believe it. And because I know my body too well." His basic reasons for thinking he could win were the basis of their bet. And he still believed those reasons. And, it looked like he still thought he could win. But... "And yet, you're still worried about this bet being close?" "No. Not really. But... well... maybe I am. I mean... what if it is close?" "I still think you should just admit defeat... the sooner the better!" "I won't!" "So I guess we're going to have to decide how were going to decide!" It was an odd way to phrase it - but accurate. Chad nodded. "Yeah. I guess so." "You know of course, the only real way is to have someone else decide for us." "But that's just the problem! Everyone else who knows about it is going to be biased toward you! It won't be fair!" Unfortunately, he was probably all too right about that. "But it's still the only way! Besides, I think you're wrong. More wrong than you think." "Why? Who wouldn't do what you say? Nobody!" Mel shook her head. "I happen to know that Cassie feels more sorry for you than you think!" she told him. "Then can we get Cassie to decide?" "But that wouldn't be fair to my side. We need someone else to balance Cassie's vote." "So ask Sandy... I guess." "I can certainly do that. But what if it really is close and Cassie votes for you and Sandy votes for me?" Chad could see where she was going with this. "So we need a third person too. And that's where the problem comes in... because there isn't anyone else who wouldn't side with you!" And Mel knew for a fact that he was right. But it still remained the only way. So now it was time for her big proposal. "What if... we asked everyone who knows about the bet to decide... but only if they completely agree to not be biased toward either one of us? Only if they agree to judge things on the facts and not on which of us they would like to see win." Chad shook his head. "It'll never happen." "But if it's close, it's the only fair way. Besides, to be totally honest with you, if it really is close, then I also want it to be decided fairly. I don't want to win just because someone is more my friend than yours. Not only would it not be right, but... I don't think I could live with the fact if it came out wrong." There was something about the way she had said the last statement that made Chad believe her. "But who would do that?" "We'll just have to ask," she replied. "And believe me, if I don't feel perfectly sure that they're going to be nonbiased, then I don't want them deciding this thing either. You know," she added, "that as much as they are my friends, they could just as easily vote against me just because they don't believe in what we're doing." That was something that he hadn't thought of. And he guessed it was possible. But overall, he felt more certain that everyone would side with her. He was screwed. But what choice did he have? "I guess." he replied somewhat noncommittally. "Do you want me to ask everyone for you? Or would you like to do it yourself since you're the one most concerned about it?" Chad knew he would rather make sure himself, but as he thought about that, he could just picture himself trying to ask everyone... Curtsey, ask stupidly in his sissy voice, curtsey again like an idiot. Yeah, they would be real convinced to be serious about it then. "No," he finally replied. "You better do it. But please... please make sure they'll try to be honest about it!" "I will," Mel agreed, "I promise." Chad had no other option. He would have to trust her. But he was still worried about it... and he wasn't happy about it either. But hopefully it wouldn't matter. Hopefully he would win this thing easily and quickly. All he really needed was just a few hours to completely get his body back to normal again. Just a few hours! Half a day at the most! He was sure that's all it would take. He did still believe he would win - and easily! He felt himself uncontrollably peeing again. Yeah, he was sure he could win! He had to win! He had to! Just a few hours of normalcy, that's all it would take! Chad got out of his car at work with his diaper bag and his purse slung over each of his shoulders. He was glad for the way he was dressed today - compared to the way he was dressed yesterday. The shoes he was wearing could be a lot more comfortable, but compared to everything else, he simply felt a lot better. "Hi Sissy!" one of the women he knew called as he headed toward the door. He waved his hand and returned a quick greeting, then hurried on toward his desk. He was a few minutes earlier than usual this morning - which was good! Very good! He was determined to once again greet Robin the way she wanted him to. He went straight past his desk to check Robin's cubicle first - not there yet! Good. He was about to turn around and go back to his desk, but he decided to drop his diaper bag off on her desk first - it was only going to wind up there soon anyway. Then he went back to his desk where he stashed his purse in his bottom drawer and hit the start button on his computer. Then he went back out to stand in the hallway and wait for Robin. As Robin got out of her car, her thoughts were focused solely on Sissy - just as they had been on him all the way to work. What would he be wearing today? After yesterday, a small part of her wasn't sure she wanted to find out - but a bigger part couldn't wait. His outfit yesterday had provided her with plenty of entertainment... the rest of the company too! When she finally turned the corner and saw him, she didn't know if she was disappointed or not that he looked so... normal. But after what had happened yesterday, it was probably for the best. Still, there was something inside of her that felt disappointed. Chad curtseyed. "Good morning Robin," he said in his sissy voice before curtseying once again. Robin smiled. "I can't tell you how nice it is for someone to show me a little courtesy and respect! Morning Sissy," she added as she walked past him into her own cubicle. She noticed that he had already put his diaper bag on her desk. "You're learning... finally!" she said as she dumped her usual armload of things on her desk. She dug her mirror out of her large bag and checked her face and hair. Then she stowed her bag in her desk drawer. She quickly checked his diaper bag - everything looked the usual. She looked back at him to tell him to get to work, but something about him was bothering her. What was it? Part of the problem was that he looked so... normal! And maybe that was it. That and the fact that she didn't want to see him as normal. But she also knew that he had things to get done. The tiny course of action she thought up was the only thing she could think of quickly. "What's it going to take to get you used to keeping your thumb in your mouth whenever you're not talking?" Chad said nothing, but his right thumb slowly found its way into his mouth. Robin nodded. Even little things like that helped a lot! "You still have work to do?" she asked, knowing full well that he did. Chad removed the thumb from his mouth and curtseyed. "Yes. Lots." Curtsey - thumb back again. "Good!" She pulled one of the baby bottles out of the bag and handed it to him. "You can get started on your work just as soon as you finish this!" Mel yawned again as she hung up her phone after talking with another client. "Need some coffee?" Andrea asked from the doorway to her office. "Absolutely!" Mel agreed. "I'll put a fresh pot on while you sign these!" she said as she carried the stack of paperwork in and set it on the desk for her. "Thanks! I appreciate it!" Mel replied. "How bad is my schedule today?" "Light. Just a few clients this morning. You said you wanted the time to work on the latest version of the contract from Feinbaum that's due today. I'll let you know as soon as it gets here. Oh, and don't forget, you have a fitting scheduled for later this morning for your new suits." "Yeah, I remember," Mel said as if the thought of the fitting bothered her, but actually, she found herself pleased by the appointment. Not only was it a chance to do a bit of shopping, but it would get her away from the office and her mind off of business for a while - on a day when her brain was foggy and tired to begin with. Andrea left and Mel got busy on the stack of paperwork. But she was interrupted a short while later by her phone. "Mel," Andrea's voice came over the receiver, "Your friend Gloria is calling." "Thanks Andrea," Mel replied before pushing one of the buttons on her desk phone. "Hi Gloria." "Mel," Gloria's voice came back. "You won't believe what happened last night!" Mel realized that Gloria sounded excited by something. "You sound like you just won the lottery or something. What is it?" "I had a visitor waiting for me out in the parking lot when my last patient left." "Oh? Who?" "Ray! Would you believe it? He showed up with a bottle of Champagne!" "Holy cow! You're kidding?" "No! He was there!" "I can't wait to hear all about it at lunch!" "Eat your heart out girl, because he was here... and it was juicy! If you know what I mean." Mel laughed. "I don't have to eat my heart out because I had company last night too!" "Derek?" "You guessed it!" "Lunch girl!" "Definitely! Oh... Gloria... while I've got you on the phone... I wonder if you'd do a favor for me? Well, actually, it's a favor for both Sissy and me." Gloria was instantly hesitant. "What?" "Well... just in case this bet between us is real close, we're looking for people who can judge us fairly and make the decision for us. And I don't think anyone can be more fair about this thing than you." "No way! Sorry Mel but I told you before, I'm staying as far away from your bet as I can now - aside from the little info gathering I'm doing during your sessions. But that's it from now on. Sorry." Mel was disappointed. "Okay, Gloria. Thanks. I'll talk to you at lunch." She hung up her phone. Gloria was out. But she had half expected that. Andrea came in bearing a cup of steaming coffee. She set it on Mel's desk. "At the rate you were yawning earlier, I figured I better bring this to you before you fell asleep!" Mel smiled. "Thanks Andrea," she said as she took the cup and immediately took a small sip. "Oh, Andrea, while you're here. Sissy and I are looking for people to help judge our bet in case it's too close for us to decide on our own. But the thing is, you'd have to be perfectly honest about it and not be biased by our relationship." Andrea was very surprised. She took a moment to mull it over. "I guess I can," she replied. "I do feel kind of sorry for him. Not as much as I love hearing about what you do to him, but I guess I can try to be fair. To tell the truth, if you had asked me to do this without asking me to be fair, I still wouldn't do it any other way. Yeah, I think I can be fair about it - whether it goes against you or not. So if you don't like that, don't ask me." Mel smiled. "No, that's exactly what I need... what we need. Thanks." "When is this supposed to happen?" "If... we need you," Mel corrected. "There's only about a week and a half left." She looked at her calendar. "According to the terms in the contract, he has two days to get his control back. His first day will be a week from Friday, so if we need you to judge it will be on Saturday. Will that be okay?" Andrea nodded. "Sure. Saturday should be good. If you need me, let me know." "Thanks, Andrea. I appreciate it." "You might not appreciate it if you lose!" "It doesn't matter!" Mel replied. "I still appreciate it." One down Mel thought as Andrea walked out. Now who should I call next? Robin glanced at her clock. It had been almost forty-five minutes since Sissy had finished his first bottle. She had decided that today she was going to try to get him to drink all six bottles before he went to lunch, then make sure he finished all six again before he went home for the day. He would get those... as well as the cups of coffee he usually got during his break periods. She made a mental note to make sure he got a good sized drink of something with his lunch too. She figured if that didn't keep him wetting, nothing would! Since it was about time again, she gabbed another baby bottle and called over the wall. "Sissy..." It was a moment before Chad could get there. He curtseyed - like he was supposed to. "Yes?" Then he curtseyed again. Robin started to hold out the bottle for him to take, then she stopped and shook her head. "Go back and come over here again. And this time I want to see you turning the corner to come in with your thumb already in your mouth!" Totally surprised... not to mention exasperated, Chad curtseyed, put his thumb in his mouth and left. A moment later, he returned again - with his thumb still in his mouth. Then he removed it and curtseyed again. "Yes Robin?" he asked. Then he curtseyed again... and reluctantly stuck his thumb back in his mouth again. "Much better!" Robin declared as she held out the baby bottle for him to take. A moment later, Chad was slumped down on her cubicle floor with the bottle in his mouth. It hadn't even been an hour yet since he had finished his last bottle! In fact, it was much less than an hour! Why? Was Robin bored or something and just wanted to see him acting like a fool... his usual state? His whole life lately seemed to revolve around two things - drinking baby bottles, and doing everything possible to keep wetting to make his diapers leak. Fortunately... or unfortunately - depending on how he looked at it, the bottles helped a lot with the leaking. The problem was though, that he didn't want to be wetting here at work! And even trying to hold back at all had become impossible! With a bit of a mental sigh, he closed his eyes and resigned himself to drinking yet one more baby bottle. One client later, Mel was again back at her desk. She picked up her phone and dialed Cassie's number. She had to leave a message for Cassie to call her back. But just before she was about to tackle something else, Cassie returned her call. "Hi Mel. What's up?" Cassie asked. "More changes for Sissy?" "Not quite," Mel replied. "Actually, I'm looking for a favor - if we need it." "What do you mean?" "Well, you know we're getting closer and closer to the end of our bet. And Sissy is worried about how we're going to decide the winner if things are looking really close. So we're asking for judges to make the decision for us - if it looks like we need them." "Um... yeah, I guess I can do it. But Mel, I gotta warn you, I'm just as likely to side with Sissy on this thing if it looks close enough. So you may not want me to do this." "That's just it, Cassie. What we want, me included, is for the judges to be perfectly honest. To call it like it really is and not base anything on how they feel about either of us." "So you really want it to be fair?" "Yes. Exactly!" "Then I guess I can do it. When do you think it will be?" "A week from Saturday." "I don't see any problem. I'll try to make sure my schedule is clear that day, just in case." "Thanks Cassie. Oh, and Cassie, I was going to ask Sandy too. In fact, I'm trying to get as many people to decide this thing as I can. That way we can lessen the impact of anyone who might not be impartial enough." "I get it," Cassie replied. "You're selecting another jury." "Um... something like that." "No problem. Do you want me to ask Sandy for you? Although, I'm not too sure how impartial she's going to be." "No, I better talk to her myself. Thanks though." Mel hung up her phone. They now had two judges. So who to talk with next? Someone who knew about the bet... obviously. So that left Sandy, Robin, and Derek. Just thinking about Derek brought a smile to her face. She picked up the phone again and dialed his number. When he answered, it sounded like he was in his car somewhere. "Hi Derek. I'm glad I caught you." "Hi Mel," Derek replied. "I was just thinking about you." Mel smiled. "Great minds think alike, I guess." Derek laughed. "What can I do for you? Take you out somewhere... away from Sissyface?" "Um... no. Nothing like that unfortunately. What I'm calling about is something else altogether. I'm trying to set up some judges for our bet in case it's too close for us to figure out ourselves." "And you want me to be part of it? Sure! No problem! I'll be glad to be a judge and tell the little shit that he loses." "But that's just it, Derek. I don't want you to do that. We need people who are going to be totally impartial. People who can do it honestly - without regard for how they feel about either of us." Derek thought about that for a moment. "I seriously doubt I can do that. In fact, I know I can't. Look... the little shit asked for it, and now he's got it! And I still hope he keeps getting it! End of story!" Mel was disappointed. "Thanks Derek, but I better pass. If you can't be fair, then we can't use you. Sorry." "No problem," Derek replied. "But if you can't use me for that, maybe you can think of some other way to use me... like the way you did last night?" Mel laughed. "Who used who? God! What a night! I'm still yawning, and I don't know how many cups of coffee I've had today." "Me too," Derek replied, "but don't tell anyone. So how about tonight? Any chance you're willing to get away yet?" "Sorry Derek. Like I said, not till this thing is over with. Then we can do anything you want - without Sissy. But you're always welcome to stop by my apartment anytime you want. I do have a lot of things I need to do tonight though, but you're welcome to come anyway." "Are any of those things that you need to do like what you did last night?" "No. Not even close. I need to get Sissy back into ballet training again. I've put it off way too long. He's going to be performing next weekend - he just doesn't know how or where yet." "Ballet practice? If you don't mind, I think I'll pass!" "But he's adorable to watch!" "Maybe for you, but I'm not sure I want to stomach anything like that tonight. Thanks anyway." "No problem. Another time then?" "You can count on it." Mel hung up her phone. Derek was definitely out! But considering the way he still felt about Sissy, that was probably a good thing. She was sure he would probably mellow over time, but for now Sissy still bothered him. Chad was sitting on the floor of Robin's cubicle finishing up his third bottle since he had gotten to work. Once again Robin had started him drinking again in well under an hour. He knew that break time was coming up in a few minutes, but at least today he wasn't dressed like a hooker. In fact, the only thing about him that he expected any of the women might want to talk to him about was his fingernails, which still spelled out SISSY. And since the women had already seen his nails for the last two days, maybe they might not even mention it. The one thing he wasn't looking forward to about break today, was getting another cup of coffee. After drinking three bottles just since he had gotten to work, he didn't need a cup of coffee on top of them. His bottle emptied and he made a small sigh of relief - which unfortunately alerted Robin that he had finished. Robin glanced at the time. It was still a little early for them to go to the break room - by about five minutes. So what should she do with him? She looked down at him to figure it out and noticed that his thumb wasn't in his mouth again. "Why aren't you sucking your thumb?" she asked. Chad mentally groaned as he moved his thumb to his mouth. It looked like Robin was going to be after him to keep his stupid thumb in his mouth all day. "Stand up," Robin directed and waited until he was on his feet. "We still have a few minutes before we can leave for break. So till then, you can practice curtseying and putting your thumb back in your mouth. Ugh! Chad removed his thumb and curtseyed. "Yes Robin," he replied, then he curtseyed again and put his thumb back in his mouth again. "Just like that!" Robin told him. "You can even say 'Yes Robin' each time so you get used to it." This was the last thing that Chad wanted to be doing, but he had little choice in the matter. He removed his thumb, curtseyed, said "Yes Robin," curtseyed, and stuck his thumb back in his mouth again. Then he did it again... and again... and again... Robin giggled. Even dressed so normally, she could make him do things that showed her what he really was - a sissy! She would still rather he wasn't dressed so normally though. But unfortunately, now was not the time for more fun things. She went back to finish up some last few bits of work before break... while Sissy droned on and on in the background. Five minutes later, she and Sissy left her cubicle together, heading for the break room. Sissy though, had to keep his thumb firmly in his mouth. He didn't get to remove it until they turned the corner where it was more possible for someone else to see him. Most of the women hadn't arrived yet at the break room when they got there. They each poured themself a cup of coffee, looked longingly at the doughnuts, and headed for the table where the others were just beginning to gather. "I see you had more sense in what you wore to work today," one of the women already at the table commented to Sissy as they approached. Chad could feel himself blushing... and peeing. "Yesterday was just..." but he didn't know what he could say about the outfit he had worn to work yesterday. "A bad case of judgment!" the woman finished for him. "I hope you got it out of your system now. And if you ever get the urge to dress like that again, maybe what happened to you at lunch yesterday will make you think twice about it!" "Oh, I don't know," another woman spoke up. "I thought it was really... interesting. I'm kind of disappointed that he wore something we've all seen before." She leaned closer. "So tell me, did Derek like your outfit?" She giggled as soon as she had asked. "Um..." Chad wasn't sure how to reply to that one. "He didn't mention it," he finally said. "I'll bet he loved it!" another woman added. "He must have!" yet another woman replied. "Yesterday he dressed like a tart. Then he went and got Derek a cup of coffee. He's done everything so far to get Derek's attention... except kiss him!" The women at the table suddenly erupted in a loud round of laughter. Chad however, just blushed. "It's not like that," he tried to argue when the laughter had died down. "Oh Honey, we're not stupid!" one of them replied. "We saw what you did. In fact, we've seen you and Derek a number of times now. It's as plain as can be!" "So tell us," another woman asked. "Do you like kissing him?" Chad was aghast at her question. "Of course he does!" another woman replied. "Why else would he go to all the trouble to dress so sexy for him?" While Chad blushed, Robin sat back and listened, letting her mind roam. And what it roamed about was... was there any way she could get Sissy to kiss Derek in front of the other women? She could just picture him sitting on Derek's lap at one of the other tables, kissing him on the lips. She giggled because she knew that Sissy would absolutely hate doing it. But she was more sure of how much Derek would hate it. So unfortunately, it was never going to happen. But... it was still fun to think about. But if making Sissy kiss Derek was out, was there any other way she could make Sissy show his affection for Derek - and make it look real? It would have to be something that wouldn't get Sissy killed by Derek! That was the big problem. When she had walked into the break room she had looked around to see if Derek was there. She hadn't seen him and she hadn't seen him entering since. But then it was more usual for Derek to be here in the afternoons instead - if he was available to come. Could she think of something funny for Sissy to do with Derek before break this afternoon - just in case Derek showed up? She barely heard a word of what was being said at the table as she happily pondered that question. "Hi Sandy. It's Mel," Mel said into her phone the moment Sandy had answered her call. "What's up, Mel? Are we still on for tonight to work on Sissy's ballet?" "You bet! In fact, I feel bad about putting it off this long." "Hey, you had a guy over. I understand completely - although a guy isn't exactly my dream date - personally. I'm much happier with Cassie." Mel laughed. "I understand - but thanks for being understanding of me. But that's not what I'm calling for. I'm kind of looking for a favor - if you can do it." "Sure. Name it." But Mel was suddenly less sure about how Sandy would be able to handle what she wanted. "Um... I just talked with Cassie about this too and she agreed." "Cassie? Her too? What's up? You know that if Cassie is willing to help you, then I'm more than willing too. So what's happening?" "Well..." But with Sandy, Mel wasn't sure how to start - so she plunged in at the beginning. "You know that the bet between me and Sissy is getting close to the end now." "Yeah, and?" "Well... just in case it's close - too close for us to figure out ourselves..." "Too close? You've got to be kidding! The guy has no control at all! You've already won!" "Thanks Sandy, but, well, he still thinks he's going to win this thing... and to tell the truth, I don't really know how incontinent he is. I mean, I'm forcing him to keep peeing all the time. But what happens when I let up and he has the chance to hold back again and be normal?" "Him? Normal? Somehow I can't picture it." "But... just in case... humor me maybe." "Okay, let's say he has a chance. So what do you need from me and Cassie?" "We're looking for judges. People who can make the decision for us if we think it's going to be close." "Heck, that's no problem! You already know how I feel. I'm not too sure about Cassie though. If it's close, I think she may side with Sissy instead." "But that's just it. I don't want either of you to side with either of us. I can't use you if you can't be totally impartial about it. We need you to not play favorites - one way or another!" Sandy had to think about that for a moment. "You're serious, aren't you?" "Very!" "You really want someone else to judge this thing for you, like, for real? Win or lose?" "Yes. That's exactly what I want... what we both want. So the question is, do you think you can do it? Cassie said she could and I believe her, but I also know that you'd probably just as soon see Sissy lose." "Well, that much is true. I've never really thought about the possibility that he could really win. I mean, could he? Is it possible?" Mel sighed. "Sandy, the truth is, that as far as I can tell, he's just as likely to win as I am." Sandy had to think about that for another minute. "Then... I guess if you're really serious about this, then I can be serious too. Especially if Cassie has agreed to call it like she sees it too." Mel actually breathed a sigh of relief. "You're sure Sandy?" "Yeah, I'm sure. I'll be glad to help judge you guys. But... does that mean I can't have some fun in the meantime? I mean, you've still got a few weeks, don't you?" "A little more than a week. That's it." "That's not much anymore." "No, it's not." "Don't worry, Mel. If you need me to be serious, then I can do it. Just as long as you don't mind me having some fun with him before that." "Sandy, as far as I'm concerned, you can have all the fun you want!" One more down, Mel thought as she hung up her phone. They now had three judges, a good number. There could be no tie with three. But she still had to call Robin. For Sissy's sake, she had to include Robin in her request as well. It was only fair. She looked at her clock. Where was that contract from Feinsbaum? It should have been here already! And she had to leave soon to run some errands and stop in for the final fitting on her new suits. Asking Robin would just have to wait until after lunch. "My place," Robin said as they walked past Chad's cubicle on the way back from break. Chad said nothing. Of course, it was easier for him to say nothing since he had his thumb stuck in his mouth again. He actually considered that break had been less humiliating for him today than usual. But after yesterday, anything would be less humiliating! Once in her cubicle, Robin went straight to his diaper bag and pulled out yet another baby bottle - his fourth one of the morning so far. And he had just finished not only a full cup of coffee, but another baby bottle just before break as well. It was too much! "No..." he groaned out loud, not meaning to really say anything. Robin withdrew the bottle with a shocked, angry look on her face, "No? What do you mean no?" "It's too much," Chad replied - without curtseying first. "You're the one who made that silly bet! You're the one who wanted to see what it's like to be incontinent! You're the one who gave up all say about everything - for the fun of it! Don't tell me no! As I see it, you don't have the right to tell anybody no! About anything! And once again you forgot to curtsey before you opened your stupid mouth!" Her sudden anger frightened Chad. He was surprised enough that he couldn't tell if she was really mad or was just pressing her point. He might have messed up a bit, but not all that much. He curtseyed. "Thowwy Wobin," he said contritely in his sissy voice before curtseying a second time. Robin wasn't exactly mad, but she wasn't about to let him get away with anything either. He was just like her son, if you wanted to get the point across about something, then you had to raise your voice to let him know how serious you were. And once again Sissy was showing her how much like a child he was. Children never knew what they really wanted - even when they thought they did. Well, he thought he wanted it, so now she was going to make sure he got it! She pointed at the floor. "Down!" she ordered. "No, wait!" she reversed herself quickly. "That dress is way too nice... too grown up for you. Take it off first!" Take his dress off? Get undressed? Now? Chad forced himself to not sigh... in any way that she could notice, but he bent down to unfasten his shoes first. "I didn't say your shoes!" Robin said firmly. "I know they're probably very uncomfortable, so you can leave those on. Just your dress. Get it off!" She waited while Sissy stood back up and removed his dress, leaving his all-in-one girdle as his most prominent piece of clothing. Robin again pointed at the floor. "Now you can get down there." Once he was down - like a child - she handed him his baby bottle - which he took with no complaints this time. You just had to know how to treat them! She watched as he sat there on the floor sucking on his bottle. So much like a child. He deserved this for sure! Without the dress, she found him much less normal, much more the way she preferred to deal with him. And he did seem to need constant dealing with - like a child. Once Mel was done with him and someday allowed him to get potty trained again, maybe then he would grow up and be more of an adult. Maybe. But for now, once again, all she could see in him was a child. In many ways, nothing but a baby. A big baby for sure, but nothing but a baby. And you just had to know how to deal with them. With a satisfied look on her face, she turned around and got busy with her work, seeming to ignore him for a while. But like with her son, she could never really ignore him. You had to watch children constantly! Chad stared at Robin's back as he nursed on his bottle. Another bottle! He had already had way too much to drink today. His diapers were soaked! Major soaked. And major heavy! Was she trying to make him leak before he went to lunch? If so, she was doing a darn good job of it. He had felt himself peeing a few times this morning. But those times were always brief. And he knew for sure that most of the time he wasn't even noticing it when he wet himself anymore. And why should he? His diapers were always so wet that it didn't matter if he was adding more to them. He did it so often that there was no way he could constantly pay attention to it anymore. In fact, it was even getting hard to detect if he was peeing, when he was trying to watch for it. The problem was that he was still getting too much to drink - way too much. He didn't stand a chance of controlling anything as long as he was drinking so much. But despite that, something inside of him stirred with excitement at the thought that what he was experiencing might really be like true incontinence. He was wetting himself uncontrollably for sure. Messing himself too. And as long as they kept pouring the liquids down his throat, he stood no chance of controlling himself at all - like a baby. Like a real baby. And now Robin had made him take his dress off and made him sit on the floor while drinking from his baby bottle - like a baby. He was living the dream - the dream that so many others, himself included, believed could never happen in real life. Yet here he was, doing it, in real life. Living the dream... and then some. Despite the amazing orgasm he had experienced last night, his under exercised sexual excitement grew a bit more just thinking about it. He felt the pressure of his need, surprisingly more in his back end instead of in his penis - his primary sexual organ - once. But his backside was the only place he was allowed to feel pleasure - now. Thinking about that stirred his excitement as well. He didn't know why it excited him. It was simply something he couldn't help. His thoughts turned toward Cassie, hoping that she would play with him again during lunch. Despite his orgasm last night, he wanted it again... badly. It was almost as if his sexual need hadn't abated at all after his orgasm last night. But would he be able to cum again now with Cassie? He certainly hoped so. His bottle finished before he knew it. Since Robin seemed so fixated today on him keeping his thumb in his mouth, he replaced the bottle nipple with his thumb while he waited for Robin to turn around and see that he was finished. Robin heard the small sound behind him and smiled, but she made no move to indicate that she had heard him finishing his bottle. Let him sit there and wait until she was ready. She kept working, but her mind was more on him behind her than on her work. Finally, she turned around. He was sitting there sucking his thumb - like a baby. He looked so childish that she almost laughed. Fortunately, she steeled herself into sternness. "You're done finally? Do you want another one now, or are you going to behave a bit and wait a little while?" Chad had to stand up, remove his thumb from his mouth, and curtsey. "I'd rather wait a bit," he replied. Then he had to curtsey, put his thumb back in his mouth again... and get back down on the floor. Robin watched him the whole time. Something inside of her was laughing at him - even though she was doing her best not to show that. He looked so ridiculous! Especially in nothing but his underwear. Lots of underwear, but that's still all that it amounted to. He certainly didn't look "normal" now. A tiny silly idea struck her. She found his big multi-colored hair bow and held it on top of his head while she looked at it. It was like playing with a big doll. On a whim, she turned the hair bow backwards, so that the long streamers were hanging down in front of his face. Giggling a bit to herself, she fastened the bow to his hair just that way. "I know you've still got plenty of work to do," she told him, "so you better get to it. I'll let you know when it's time for your next bottle." What she wasn't telling him, was that his next bottle time wasn't very far away. Chad stood up and looked at his dress. The streamers from his hair bow were a nuisance as they blocked much of his vision and swayed across his face. He took his thumb out of his mouth and curtseyed. "Can I put my dress back on now?" he asked - before curtseying again and sticking his thumb back in his mouth. He was afraid though that he knew the answer. "Not till later... maybe," Robin replied with a smile. With colorful streamers in his face, Chad pulled his thumb out again and curtseyed again. Then he returned his thumb to his mouth and went back to his own cubicle. He sat down at his computer and pulled the streamers away from his face as if they were long strands of hair. But the way the bow was designed made them move right back in place again as soon as he let go of them. They were in his way. He had trouble seeing around them. How was he supposed to work with them blocking his vision? He finally wound up holding them aside with one hand while he attempted to type with his other. At least it was better than trying to type with the heels of his shoes like he had done yesterday. Today, no matter how much his shoes hurt his feet, he was determined that they were going to stay on his feet and nowhere else! Fifteen minutes later he heard Robin calling over the wall. "Bottle time!" He closed his eyes and shook his head. Would it ever end? Mel stood carefully still as the seamstress marked and pinned the hem of her skirt. The jacket she was wearing had a few chalk lines on it as well, but not many. Actually, other than the length of the skirt, the suit seemed to fit her perfectly... the seamstress just didn't seem to think so. So she stood there while her suit was marked and fitted to perfection - just as she had stood there a few minutes earlier and waited while her other suit was measured and marked as well. The new suits were nice - really nice. Expensive, but worth it. But then, everything in this store was that way. She looked at her reflection in the big mirror as she waited. Outrageously expensive clothes. Reminders of what her life used to be... before her parents died. Reminders of what her life could be right now... if she would just let herself have it. But a life like that was no life at all if she didn't deserve it. And she was determined that she would have it again, only she would have it because she deserved it. She wouldn't have anyone saying she was basically worthless because she had inherited everything. Feinbaum's little contract job though was not the ordinary fare for her. This job required that she be taken more seriously than the little back-office lawyer she had been for a number of years now. She just wished she didn't feel so much like she was failing at what Feinbaum needed. She would wear the clothes again. She would walk the walk and talk the talk. She would take the huge sum of money she would get for her tiny part in the proceedings. But there was no way she could feel like she really deserved any of it. No way she could feel like she once again belonged back up with the elite of society. No way... because she knew she didn't deserve it. Not yet at least. Maybe someday, but not yet. Five minutes later, she was back in the changing room putting her dress back on. Her suits would be ready for her to pick up tomorrow morning at the latest. She would have to make the time for it - despite all the work she knew she would be tied up with over the next version of the contract - which still hadn't arrived yet. As soon as she was dressed, she looked critically at herself in the changing room mirror. Was she getting old? Damn, she was! But not too old! Not yet! But staying young was getting harder and harder... or at least looking young. Her figure was... okay. Not what it used to be. But then, what about her was? Her face looked... okay. Older than she would like. But still not too old! Her hair... She ran her fingers through her hair. Should she take the time to have it cut and styled again? She had just had it cut recently. But restyled? No, she really didn't want to bother. She pulled her hair back behind her head and held it there while she studied her face again. Then she dropped her hair and smoothed it out. Time to think about other things besides morbid thoughts! She left the dressing room and headed out to her car. It was still a little bit early for lunch so she had a few minutes. She drove to her bank instead of the restaurant. Inside, she signed the register granting her access to one of her safe-deposit boxes. This one held jewelry - mostly her mother's old jewelry. But it also held a few special pieces of hers as well. Once she was alone with the box, she opened it and sorted through the colorful pieces inside. So many things. So many expensive things - monstrously expensive things - as she was now mature enough to realize. Once upon a time she had never thought twice about the price of something. Like her mother, if she wanted it, she bought it. Not now - even though she could well afford to be that way. She reached in and pulled out several of her mother's rings. She finally selected one that was her favorite and set it aside on the table. A necklace soon joined the ring... a thin bracelet as well. And then, down in the bottom of the box, she saw another box. A box that woke many memories in her - memories of her father. The box contained a gift he had given her for her sixteenth birthday. She pulled the box out and opened it - just so she could see it again... and remember. Safely nestled in the velvet liner, was a large hair barrette - totally encrusted with diamonds - real diamonds. The thing was worth a fortune. She had worn it only a few times, but she treasured the gift from her father like nothing else he had ever given her. She touched it briefly, then closed the lid on it again and put it back into the safe-deposit box. She closed the lid on the safe- deposit box... then opened it again and pulled out the box containing her hair barrette. It wasn't really the right thing for the occasion, but she couldn't help herself. She would wear it anyway - in memory of her father - who she missed so much - especially lately. With her purse now containing a horde any thief would kill for, she went back out to her car and headed to the restaurant for lunch. She couldn't wait to hear the details from Gloria. Ray had really been there last night? Wow! It was nearly lunchtime and Chad was once again sitting on the floor of Robin's cubicle drinking his sixth baby bottle of the morning. His diapers were so bloated under his all-in-one girdle that he was afraid they would start leaking through everything. In fact, he was amazed that they weren't leaking already. The streamers of his backwards bow were still in his way, but at least when he was just drinking his bottle he didn't have to look at anything - not like when he was trying to work - where he had to see his computer screen. Robin turned around to look at him. So ridiculous! His bottle was nearly empty. "Don't forget you need to get something to refill all those bottles during lunch," she said to him. She waited for him to answer. His head moved up toward her with the bottle still in his mouth, but the silly colorful streamers covered most of his face. She guessed that he was declining to answer since answering was awkward for him. "Are you planning on stopping at the same store where you were attacked yesterday?" Chad hadn't really thought about it yet, but Robin did have a point. And now that he thought about it, stopping at that place, perhaps forever, sounded like a bad idea. He was forced to stand up, remove the bottle from his mouth and curtsey. With the streamers blocking much of his vision, he replied. "I think it would be better if I went somewhere else from now on." Then he curtseyed again, got back down on the floor, and put his bottle back in his mouth. Robin nodded. "That sounds like a good idea." She had a sudden inspiration though. "Maybe you can just buy several large size drinks with your lunch and bring them back here. With six bottles, I would think that two really large drinks might fill them all." Chad thought about that. It actually sounded like a good idea. He removed the bottle from his mouth and stood up again, and curtseyed again. "That sounds like a great idea," he replied. "I'll try it." Curtsey, back down, bottle. Ugh! Robin smiled. "Yeah. But I'm not sure if two drinks is going to be enough. Tell you what, why don't you buy three of the largest size drinks you can get with your lunch and try that." Three? That was way too much and he knew it. Bottle out. Stand up. Curtsey. "But..." "Three is an order!" Robin said sternly before he could get any further. "And I'll be checking on it when I get back. I want to see three really large size drinks on your desk. In fact, maybe you should bring your lunch back here and eat it at your desk like you did yesterday. Pour the drinks into your baby bottles and drink from them. I'll be back early from lunch to check on you! We'll see how far those drinks go then." Chad wanted to protest - vehemently. Three drinks was way too much. Especially if they were the extra-large size. But he carefully controlled himself, curtseyed and said, "Yes, Robin." He curtseyed again and sank back down to the floor where he stuck his bottle back into his mouth to finish it. Three drinks! It was way too much! "Champagne!" Mel squealed in delight as Gloria told how Ray had shown up at her office door last night. "It's positively romantic!" "It was romantic alright," Gloria agreed. "In more ways than one. Do you know I think he prides himself on his bag of sexual tricks?" "I believe it!" Mel replied. "I remember how he went through one after another with me. Is that how he was on your first date?" Gloria shook her head and blushed a bit. "I don't think I ever gave him the chance. I was too busy trying to go through all my own fantasies... which I have a lot of by the way." Mel laughed. "Well, we each went through some fantasies last night then," she replied. Gloria became a bit more serious. "Yeah, how's that going by the way? How does the relationship between you and Derek and Sissy seem to be?" Her question made Mel become a bit more serious too. "It's... going," she finally replied. "He seems to resent Sissy's presence an awful lot." "Can you blame him?" "Not really. But I've been totally up front with him about it. For now, I've got to keep Sissy on a really tight leash until this bet is finished. The end is too close for me to let up in any way at all now." "And naturally, Derek would rather be alone with you instead of having Sissy around all the time." Mel nodded. "Exactly." "And how is Derek relating to Sissy... now that he knows all about him?" That question clouded Mel's face even more. "Awkward wouldn't even come close. As I said, he resents Sissy terribly. He mentioned several time