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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 60 (Tuesday - week 9) It was almost one in the morning by the time Mel found the section she was looking for. Once again she separated the pages out and brought them around for Sissy to work on. And once again he mapped it with his geometric shapes - covering several yellow legal pad pages with his work. He didn't say anything, but Mel herself noticed the one spot where that passage was most likely going to wind up getting put with the rest of what they had found. It took Sissy over half an hour just to map out that one section. But in order for it to fit with the rest, they would have to find the linking passages first. She took Sissy's latest work and studied it carefully. It was the one passage that she knew was going to wind up in the mix somewhere, the one passage that made everything they were doing so important. It was the one passage in the whole contract that removed control of Green Growers Corporation from the current directors who were trying to hold onto it, and transferred all that power directly to Sunshine Corporation. Mel had known that passage would be there somewhere. She had known it! Now she just had to find all the missing links. Without them, all this work was useless! She handed off Sissy's latest efforts to Andrea to work her magic on, then she gathered up all the pages that Andrea had recreated so far. She removed several of the pictures from her wall and grabbed a roll of scotch tape. Then she began taping the pages onto her wall. Carefully, she lined up all the arrows from each of the pages so they each matched up with where they needed to go. It was a rather convoluted tree with many false branches leading off to things that she wasn't the least bit interested in. But one path held her complete interest. Andrea looked up from her computer as she was working on Sissy's latest pages and noticed him going back across the hallway to change himself again. He stopped in the middle of the hallway and motioned toward the other room and then his diaper. She nodded and made a note on the paper where she was keeping track of his times. When he moved again, she noticed that he was walking funny... kind of the way he did when he had messed himself earlier... was that today, or yesterday? She noticed that it seemed to take him a while to change again. Maybe he had messed his diaper again. Was that possible? She decided she didn't really want to know. She finished what she was doing and brought the papers back to Mel so she could study them. She was glad to see how pleased Mel was. It made her decision to stay the night all that much more worthwhile. She watched with pride as Mel taped her work up on the wall with the other pages, but this one she positioned far to the right and down towards the bottom of the wall. She also noticed the big gap Mel had left between these pages and her previous ones... obviously for something else that had to go in-between. Mel studied the wall carefully. Her eyes particularly kept tracing the diagonal line that stretched from the top page at the left, zigzagging down across her wall toward the bottom right where she had taped what she was guessing would be the final pages - the passages that removed the current directors from Green Growers. There were gaps unfortunately. But now that she had some idea of what she was looking for, she went back to work. She would find those gaps! And now she knew how to search! Chad had been back to work for another thirty minutes when he stumbled across one of those missing gaps. Mel took his work gladly and held it up. Yes, the arrows matched perfectly with several pages already on her wall and definitely filled in one of the missing pieces. She handed it off to Andrea and she and Sissy got back to work again. It was almost forty-five minutes later when she found another of the sections she suspected would fill in one of the blank spots. She brought it around for Sissy to work on and fifteen minutes later she was comparing what Sissy had created with the rest of it. It was another puzzle piece for sure. She stared at her wall. As far as she could tell, there was only one major gap that still existed. Just one more to go! She suspected that Andrea was happier now that she had more work to do. But there was still that one more missing link in the mix that they had to find, and without it, none of it added up. Without it, she didn't have the proof that she needed. She glanced back down at Sissy. He looked so tired he could hardly hold his eyes open, but he was still trying to read through all that garbage. Taking her cue from him, she dug back into the manuscript one more time. The time dragged on forever... or seemed to. While Mel and Sissy worked, Andrea slept on the couch. Chad's eyes hurt so badly from trying to read and make sense of everything that he could hardly see let alone think straight. So he was somewhat shaken when he suddenly heard Mel proclaim, "Got it!" A moment later he was taking the offered pages out of her hands and was trying to find the mental power to once again flowchart what was in front of him. He was so tired he almost missed it, but one quick look back and he realized where he had almost made the mistake and he corrected it. "That's it!" Mel proclaimed, reaching for the pages he was still creating. "Give me a chance to finish this," Chad begged. "We want to make sure there's no mistake." Mel knew he was right and waited - impatiently. And then she finally saw Sissy put down his pen. "That's it," he said, still looking at the papers. "That's got to be the last one." Mel grabbed his work quickly and studied it. Almost as quickly she carried it over to her wall to temporarily put it in place. Yes! Perfect! That was it. The missing link! They had solved the impossible puzzle! Andrea came up behind her. "Do you want me to do that one now?" Mel handed over the final section... and noticed Sissy as she did so. He was slumped over on the floor amid his mass of petticoats - totally exhausted. She knew she herself should feel the same, but somehow she felt nothing but exhilarated instead! Chad just laid on the floor with his eyes closed. Oddly, his massive petticoats formed something of a soft cushion for him to lay on. But moments after Andrea walked past to work on the last of what he had created, he realized... and remembered something else. He was leaking again - and had been since about the time that Mel had found that last section. He hadn't had time to change! Wearily, he dragged himself to a crawling position and tried to crawl a few feet toward the door since it was easier than trying to stand up... or he would have crawled, except he kept getting stuck on his skirts. He forced himself to his feet and headed across the hall to the other office where his diaper bag was. He pulled out another diaper to change himself... the last diaper in the bag. He hoped Mel would take him home soon so he could just get well diapered for the night and go to sleep - like for about a year! Once his fresh diaper was in place, he knew he was supposed to tell Andrea that he had changed, but the leather couch looked so much more comfortable. It wouldn't hurt to just lay on it for a minute. So he did just that, but only for a minute. While Sissy was gone, Mel again studied the pages on the wall. Over and over, her eyes traced the irregular path that went from the top left page all the way down the bottom right page that held the passage about turning all control over to Sunshine. When seen like this it was easy to see the logic of it... logic that "flowed" perfectly. Logic that only Sissy's strange flowchart could accurately expose. It had been so well hidden by Slatter that she was amazed it had been found at all. But then she remembered, it had been found before - by the lawyer that she was replacing. The one who had suddenly quit. And she suspected that she now knew why he had quit. He must have found the links and then called Slatter about it. Somehow, Slatter had bought him off. She briefly wondered how much that must have cost Slatter... or Sunshine. But she wasn't going to be bought off. She was still angry at Slatter. And now it was time to do something about it! She didn't have Harry Feinbaum's home phone number, but she did have his son Dick's number. Heck, Dick was marginally in charge of this affair anyway. It took her a few moments to find his home phone number, and when she did, she dialed it immediately, knowing full well that it was only four in the morning. It was a few minutes before anyone answered, and then she recognized Dick's voice. "Hello?" "Dick! It's Mel! We've got to stop this merger! Richard Slatter has screwed us... royally!" "What? Mel? Is that you? What the heck are you talking about? We can't stop this now!" "We've got to. Green Growers is going to lose everything!" "I didn't see that in the contract." "You didn't see it because of the way Slatter hid it. The guy's a genius! It's almost impossible to find." "You're sure about this?" "Absolutely!" "Only my father can stop this thing now," Dick replied. "He's in charge." "Give me his number. I'll call him!" "No, if it's this important I better call him myself. Stand by though, he's probably going to call you personally." "Good! I'm still at the office." "Okay. I understand. Stand by." It was a long few minutes for her to wait. She was exhausted, but at the same time, she felt totally exhilarated. It seemed like an eternity before her phone finally rang. "Mel? This is Harry? Do you know what time it is? What the hell is going on?" "Stop the deal, Mr. Feinbaum! Stop the deal!" "What the heck are you talking about? We're ready to sign today!" "Richard Slatter is a genius! A genius! But we're being screwed with! It was about sixteen layers deep and buried under enough caca that a bulldozer shouldn't have been able to dig it out! But I found it! Green Growers will lose everything, I'm not sure how long it will take, probably about a year, but I'm sure it's going to happen! Oh, and one other thing, I've now got a pretty good suspicion about why your last lawyer left so suddenly!" Harry Feinbaum didn't get to where he was in life by being slow. "You've got proof?" "All mapped out - literally! I just need time to add some page references to everything." "Do you think you can get it to our offices by six?" Mel groaned. "I've been up all night." She looked up as Andrea walked back in with the papers she had redone. Andrea looked a mess! She didn't see Sissy at all. "My whole staff has about had it," she told him. "And I'm a mess." "I don't care how you look. I need to see that information! Six o'clock! Don't be late! I'm calling everyone else in now! Oh, and Mel... I don't have to tell you that your reputation is at stake here if you're wrong!" "I know, Mr. Feinbaum. I know. Call them in because I'm very sure!" "What can I do?" Andrea asked. Mel looked at the pages on her wall again. "Grab a red marker and retrace that route. I need to look up the page references for every one of these so everyone else can find them." Only then did she realize that Sissy was still missing. "Where's Sissy?" "I saw him sleeping in the other room when I went past." "Leave him. He's earned the rest." It didn't take Andrea long to retrace the linking arrows with her red marker. When she was finished, Mel had only added one of the page references to the papers... and she had many more to go. It was a task Andrea couldn't do anything to help with so she laid back down on the couch to wait. Mel worked intently. Her concentration was total. But it still took time. When she finished, she was shocked to see that she had only forty five minutes to get everything to Feinbaum's office. She looked over at Andrea sleeping on her couch. She was about to ask for her help, but Andrea appeared to be sleeping so soundly she decided not to wake her. Very carefully, Mel removed the pages from her wall and stacked them in the order she would need them later. By the time she finished, she was really running late. As she gathered her things, she tried to decide if she should wake Andrea or not. She finally decided to just leave her and let her sleep. She had earned the rest as well. With her arms loaded with papers and the contract, Mel stopped briefly to look in on Sissy. He was very sound asleep. She knew she should have woken him and taken him home, but she no longer had time to get him there. Softly stepping further into the room, she looked around. So many memories... so many emotions hit her. This was her father's office. "Help me Daddy, please," she whispered. Leaving everyone to their slumber, she went out to her car and headed straight for the early six o'clock meeting. She knew she looked a mess. Hopefully she would get a minute to at least fix her face before the meeting started. But she had to get this information there first. That was the one most important thing in her life just then. There was very little traffic at that hour of the morning and she made it to Feinbaum's office with only minutes to spare. She gathered everything up and literally ran for the door. But there was a woman from Feinbaum's staff waiting and watching for her arrival, and she opened the door ahead of her to let her in. She was very grateful! Five minutes later, she was directing two of Feinbaum's staff members how to tape the pages up to the wall in the meeting room. All the other lawyers had already arrived by the time she got there so they all watched closely as the pages went up. Mel never got a chance to freshen her makeup or even go to the bathroom before the questions were being fired at her. And as the pages continued to get taped to Feinbaum's wall, more and more of the legal experts in the room stood right there next to her, their own eyes tracing the impossible zigzagging line as it gradually grew down the wall. The questions stopped coming about halfway through putting the papers up. Instead she was hearing mutterings of angry comments... about Slatter. Twice she heard someone mention that one of the conditions involved was in the process of happening. And she heard someone else mention that another one was looking very likely as well. By the time the last of it was up, she had sat down in a chair at the table just to rest for a bit while the others looked the wall over carefully. It was then that the exhaustion started to hit her. It was then that Harry Feinbaum came over and stood in front of her. "Damn him!" Feinbaum said. "It was split up and obviously hidden so well that none of us would have noticed it since we had divided the document up between us to study the sections individually in depth." Mel nodded. "When I got the first version of the contract, it was all out of order. I'm pretty sure your previous lawyer found it... or part of it anyway, and surmised what was going on." Feinbaum nodded. "That would explain his hurried departure. You want to go over this formally for us now? We're going to have to dissect this before we meet with everyone else later." Mel nodded. She was weary, but she could do it. "Can I take a minute to freshen up first?" Harry nodded. "Of course." Ten minutes later, with her face finally fixed, Mel stood in front of everyone and traced the route on the wall. Questions were asked, but only a few of them were questions that she needed to answer. Most of the discussion revolved around strategy and she had no part in it. Their best guess was that Sunshine was already in position to make every one of the conditions happen so they would eventually take over full control and the current board of directors for Green Growers would be forced out. Best estimates were that Sunshine could do it in six to ten months. Easily. Two hours later, the meeting broke up. Feinbaum's staff began removing the pages from the wall. Everyone else, including Mel, had to get ready for the big meeting. As Mel climbed wearily back into her car, she briefly thought about Sissy and Andrea still sleeping at her office, at least she thought they would be sleeping... they deserved it. She was still pressed for time though and decided to just let them stay there. She went home to shower and change. The shower helped to refresh her, but she still felt the weariness deep inside. She ignored it. There was no question about what she would be wearing today - the dark grey suit. But as she reached for the shoes she planned on wearing with it, she stopped herself and chose a different pair instead - her very high black patent stilettos. At the least, they would make her feel taller. As she dressed, she continually thought about the contract and what she still had to do. And just as much, her thoughts kept returning to her father. She wasn't going to wear it, but at the last minute she went back to find it. She pulled it out of the drawer where she had hidden it and just stared at it for a few moments. It was certainly beautiful. A bit ostentatious perhaps, but beautiful. The diamond encrusted hairclip her father had given her was without a doubt something that anyone would look at and realize she came from wealth. "Please help me Daddy?" she prayed again. Then quickly, she pulled her hair back and held it in place behind her head with the clip. She grabbed her purse, and headed out the door. She had no more time to waste. As she drove, surprisingly she wasn't thinking so much about what lay ahead, as she thought more about Sissy, who was still sleeping in her office. She felt a bit guilty leaving him there, but she knew he would be just fine until she got back. Besides, Andrea was there with him. She thought again about how it had been Sissy who had really found most of the links. His strange method of flowcharting the document had been the only way of truly mapping it out. For someone with such strange inclinations, he was one smart guy... sissy. That kind of brainpower... and he was wasting it on... No! He wasn't wasting it... not really. He wanted to keep his job. That was where much of his self-respect laid. That was the balancing part of his life! His life as a sissy... and his life as a normal person - if she could really consider him to be normal. She supposed he tried anyway... hiding his true nature as best he could. If it hadn't been for her accidentally discovering his inner self two months ago, he would still be very much hidden. What had she done to him? Chad woke up with his thumb in his mouth. He felt groggy... and very wet all around the top of his legs. Realizing he was sleeping on the expensive leather couch in Mel's office, he quickly got up. The leather looked just fine, but his dress was soaked... at least all the inner layers of his skirts. He needed to change his diaper badly, but he didn't have any more. He left the room to find Mel. He peeked into her office and didn't see her. He almost missed seeing Andrea sound asleep on the couch. He walked through the building, but everything was totally quiet and still. Having little choice, he went back to Mel's office and knocked softly on the door to wake Andrea. Andrea came awake with a start. "What?" she said before her mind could fully make sense of anything. "I need some help," Chad told her in his sissy voice, but without bothering to curtsey. "What? Where's Mel?" Andrea asked still totally groggy. "Not here," Chad replied. "I looked." Andrea realized she had been sleeping soundly. Mel must have gone and left them. "So what's happening?" Andrea asked, her brain only now beginning to function. "I'm leaking... badly! I've been leaking for a while now, but I'm totally out of diapers." "Out of..." Andrea started to say, but her brain managed to kick in enough to finally make sense of that. "Don't you have anymore?" "None. I used them all yesterday. I don't think Mel was planning on staying all night." Andrea shook her head as she pried herself up from the sofa. "No, I'm sure she wasn't. Is there anything else around that you can use?" she asked, trying to come to grips with this odd situation. "Not that I know of." "So what do I need to do for you?" Andrea asked. "I certainly don't have any." "Can you... maybe... go get me some please?" "You can't... No, of course you can't." She looked at him for a moment and realized she didn't have much of a choice. "Yeah, sure. I'll get you some. What time is it anyway?" Mel arrived at the Hilton Hotel at about the same time as all too many others. She parked her car and had a bit of a long walk to the lobby. Along the way, one of Feinbaum's other lawyers fell in beside her. Did she get an approving look from him? Must have been the hairclip. "That was good work," the other lawyer said. "A bit late, but good." "I just hope it wasn't too late!" Mel replied. "I took a look at some of those sections you dug out. It's amazing you managed to put that together the way you did." "I had some help," Mel replied. "I missed it at first too." Together, they followed many others into the hotel and down to the ballroom that had been transformed into one big meeting room with rows of chairs everywhere. As she walked in, she could see several of Feinbaum's staff members taping her papers to the walls on each side of the room. Someone had made copies. She stared around the room for a few moments, and had just decided to take a seat in the back, when Dick Feinbaum walked up to her. "Mel, we need you up front today. This way." Having little choice, she followed the handsome lawyer up toward the front of the room, not just to the front row of seats, but all the way up onto the stage where a long row of seats had been set up. "Why don't you take one of the seats at the end here," Dick suggested. "You sure you want me up here?" Mel asked. "Definitely. You found it!" Mel was left alone as he walked off. She didn't sit down right away, instead she found a place to stand that was a little more out of the way. As she stood there watching everyone in the room, she noticed Slatter standing by one of the walls studying the papers that had been taped there. He didn't study them long. With a sudden turn, he headed for the stage. Something about the way he was moving gave her the impression that he was angry. She jokingly wondered why that should be. Slatter walked past her for the other side of the stage without saying a single word to anyone. Mel supposed that if she were him, she would be angry as well. Many people came in. A few she recognized, most she didn't. And the seats on the stage filled up about as fast as the seats in the rest of the room. She finally sat down to blend in more with the rest of the people on the stage. Finally, a man she didn't recognize approached the podium and got everyone's attention. She soon found out that he was the president of the Sunshine Corporation. He thanked everyone for coming, and then said, "I understand that we have a last minute concern that needs to be addressed. I'll turn this over to Harry Feinbaum to fill us all in." Harry Feinbaum took the stage, and immediately announced the cancellation of the signing - which brought a huge commotional sound from the audience. As soon as the noise quieted down, he pronounced the contract as not only void, but unethical... which brought gasps from all around. It was then that he turned toward Mel. "Mellissa, you're the one who found this, I think you deserve the honor of explaining to everyone the indignity of what the Sunshine Corporation has tried to put over on us." Mel was flabbergasted! She hadn't been prepared to speak at all. But this wasn't the time to back down or even play the meek little miss. Summoning all her strength and confidence, she stood up. "Can I get a microphone down there?" she asked. Harry Feinbaum had already anticipated the question and pointed toward one of the hotel workers who was standing by with a hand held microphone. Mel left the stage and walked down the wall. She introduced herself and added a small apology for the late timing of this, explaining that she was very late coming into these proceedings so she didn't have a lot of time with the contract before she found the problems. She started at the left side of the papers and did her best to explain things as she quickly worked her way all the way across to the other end of the taped up pages. She finally closed by saying that everyone could examine the pages for themselves after the meeting. She handed the microphone back to the hotel worker and standing as straight as she could, proudly walked back to her seat on the stage. It was the president of Sunshine who took the podium next. "This meeting is now adjourned until we can further assess this situation." With that the room seemed to explode with noise and the meeting was over. Mel stood up, but she didn't get a chance to leave the stage. She spoke with more people than she could remember... or wanted to remember - a few who congratulated her, and some who condemned her. But she held her ground and projected nothing but an air of total confidence, knowing that she was right... despite her weariness. There was one person she did remember talking with though, Richard Slatter himself walked up to her. Mel noticed several others watching closely as he did. "That was... rather amazing work," Slatter said with a noticeable bite of contempt in his voice. "I'm really surprised that you managed to dig all that out." All Mel could think about was the way this contemptible man had insulted her and her father. Second rate? Ha! She drew herself up to her full height, glad for once for the four inch heels on her feet, and looked Slatter in the eye. With a sneer on her face, she said, "Don't piss me off, Slatter. Turns out, I'm very good at putting men in their place... and keeping them there! So don't screw with me, or you'll be sorry!" Slatter's eyes narrowed as he stared back at her. "I look forward to our next meeting." Without another word, he smiled and left. From a short distance away, Harry Feinbaum smiled. Chad wiped the pee dripping down his leg again with another paper towel. He had been staying in the little kitchenette just because he felt it was the safest place he could be so he wouldn't ruin anything. He was only glad that his massive skirts had absorbed what they did and the expensive furniture hadn't been damaged. In the quietness, he heard the door opening at the other end of the building. "Sissy?" Andrea's voice called out. "I'm back here!" Chad called. He saw Andrea heading up the hallway, with several bags in her hands. "There you are," she said as she approached. "I got you the diapers you wanted." she held up one of the other bags in her hand. "And I got us some breakfast too." Chad was grateful for the breakfast, but he was more grateful for the diapers just then. Not bothering to curtsey again, he thanked Andrea and grabbed the larger bag and headed straight back to the office where his other things were. He managed to get his dress completely off, trying to watch where the wet sections touched anything. He opened the bag of diapers and pulled one out... then, on a whim, he pulled out a second one. No telling how long it would be before Mel got back... and he could really use a little more sleep. Five minutes later, he was safely clad in two protective diapers. He looked briefly at his dress and decided not to put it back on since it was so wet. Clad in only his bra covering his glued on breast forms, his waist cincher, his diapers, and his pink high heels, he went back out of the room to find Andrea. He didn't have to look far as she had gone back to the sitting area in Mel's office. He was more than a bit embarrassed at how he was dressed as he walked in. Andrea gave a start of surprise when she noticed him. She had gotten used to seeing him in that ridiculous but delightful dress and to now see him this way... "Those diapers look bulky?" she told him as she continued to look him over. "Did I get you the wrong ones?" "I used two," Chad explained. "I'm hoping I can get a little more sleep before Mel gets back." Andrea nodded and made a mental note that she wouldn't be keeping track of his leaking anymore. Besides, what would she put down about his last leaking time? They had both been asleep! "Breakfast biscuits are in the bag," she told him. "Help yourself." Andrea had already started eating, so Chad pulled one of the biscuits out of the bag. There was an extra cup of coffee on the table as well. But did he dare take it? Andrea saw him looking at the coffee and not moving. "I got it for you," she said. But then she realized something else. "Oh, I take it you're not supposed to drink it that way." "I'm not sure," Chad replied. "She never really said anything about it, but I haven't had anything to drink except from a baby bottle in a long time now." "I won't tell if you won't," Andrea replied as she picked up her sandwich and took a large bite. Chad was tempted, but what if Mel came back early? He looked at the clock. How long did these meetings last? The one yesterday had been most of the day. Feeling brave, he grabbed the hot cup and pulled it over toward the far corner of the coffee table along with the breakfast biscuit he had pulled out of the bag. He sat in one of the chairs across from Andrea and started eating. So good! So good! And it wasn't baby food! "So your bet's almost over?" Andrea asked, just trying to make a little conversation. Chad nodded as he chewed. "Yeah. I only have today, Wednesday, and Thursday, and then I can return to normal on Friday." "And of course we're all going to judge how you're doing on Saturday," Andrea added. "Yeah. Hopefully I'll be perfect by then and it will be a foregone conclusion before you even start." "Or... you won't be perfect and it will go the other way." Chad looked at her for a moment. Then he shook his head. "It just won't happen." "Why not?" "Because it can't! You simply can't make someone totally incontinent in only two months. It can't be done!" "And that's what we're going to find out on Saturday." "Yes. On Saturday!" "I guess we'll see then." Andrea replied. She took another sip from her coffee. "So it sounds like you still think you're going to win." "Yeah, I do. At least... I'm pretty sure I will." Andrea wasn't sure why she asked her next question, it just kind of came out. "But... do you really want to win?" That one caught Chad by surprise. "What do you mean? Of course I want to win." "Well, I just thought that... of course I'm not really an expert on these things but... I mean... someone like you, someone with your... interests... I would think that they would really love what you've been doing with Mel and wouldn't want it to stop. I would think you would rather lose your bet instead of win." Chad blushed as he thought about that. He looked shyly down at the floor as he answered. "There is that, of course. I've been living a dream for the last two months. A total dream. I've done things I never thought I could ever do. And many things I never dreamed of doing! It's been amazing!" His voice became quieter. "I'm going to miss it... terribly... without a doubt!" "But you do want it to end? You still want to win?" He was longer answering than even he thought he would be. "Yeah. I guess so anyway. All good things have to come to an end, don't they?" But deep inside, he started to wonder. Did he really want to win this bet? Was she suggesting that he should lose it - purposely? Mel wasn't sure if she was surprised or not when she saw Andrea's car still in the parking lot. She was glad though since it meant that Sissy wouldn't be alone. But then it was very possible that they were both still asleep. She unlocked the door quietly and went inside. She heard nothing until she got closer to her office, then she heard quiet voices. She turned the corner into her office and saw both Andrea and Sissy sitting and talking with each other. "I'm back," she declared happily. Chad turned quickly, glad that he had already finished his breakfast and hoping Mel wouldn't say anything about the regular cup of coffee still sitting on the coffee table in front of him instead of a bottle. "Wow! Like your suit!" Andrea said. "How did it go?" Mel smiled at Andrea's compliment. "Thanks," she replied. "And the meeting went fast! And would you believe it, Feinbaum made me explain the whole thing in front of everyone!" "I'm not really surprised," Andrea replied. "Yeah, I guess I shouldn't have been either, but I was." She came over and took the other empty chair. She noticed the food bag on the table as well as the cup in front of Sissy. She decided not to say anything. "Anything left?" she asked. "Sorry," Andrea replied. "I didn't know you would be back so soon." "No matter," Mel replied. "I didn't think I'd be back this soon either." She looked over toward Sissy. "What happened to your dress?" Chad wasn't sure if he should get up and curtsey before he spoke, but he took a chance and remained seated. "It got... rather wet I'm afraid, while I was sleeping. I only had the one diaper on and it leaked all over the place. The dress absorbed it all though so nothing got ruined." "I had to make an emergency trip to the pharmacy for him this morning," Andrea told her. "He woke me up because he was leaking so badly and didn't have any more diapers with him." "I went through a lot yesterday," Chad added. "I'm surprised I didn't run out sooner." Mel nodded. "Thanks Andrea," she replied. "And it's a good thing we put those extra diapers in your bag yesterday. What time did you put that diaper on?" Chad looked a bit sheepish. "Um... About twenty minutes ago now, but... I kind of didn't expect you back yet and I was hoping to get some more sleep so... I'm wearing two diapers right now." He wasn't sure if she would approve or not. Mel's tired brain was a bit fogged so she simply stared at him for a moment before she could figure out how she should reply. Finally, she simply gave in since it made perfect sense. "Okay," she finally said. "Go get your things together and let's go home. I guess we both need a little more rest." Once Chad had left, Mel got up from her seat and went over to sit down next to Andrea on the couch. "Thanks again for all your help last night," she told her. "You don't know how much I appreciate it." "That's what I'm here for," Andrea replied happily. Mel lowered her voice to almost a whisper. "Well, once this deal finally goes through, and I expect it will, you can expect a rather large bonus check for your efforts." Andrea was certainly happy to hear that! "What about Sissy?" she asked quietly. "He did more than I did." Even quieter Mel replied, "He probably did more than me as well. Don't worry, he's going to get a very nice bonus too, I just don't want him to know about it until after this bet is over with." "I'm glad... because he deserves it!" Mel nodded. "Yeah, he certainly does." In a more normal voice, Andrea asked, "So you think the deal will still go through?" Mel got up from her seat on the couch. "Undoubtedly. Green Growers still wants the cash and Sunshine still wants Green Growers. The only question now will be if Sunshine will continue to play Green Grower's game and leave the current board of directors alone, or if they'll up the game with more money and simply buy them out forcibly. That's more what I expect." "How long do you think?" Andrea asked as she saw Sissy coming back into the office. He had his diaper bag, the new bag of diapers she had gotten him, his silly little purse, and his dress was draped over one arm. "I figure anywhere from one to three months," Mel replied. "It all depends on what they decide to do." Ray sat at his desk and stared at the paperwork in front of him, but his eyes weren't seeing any of it. Instead, he was trying hard to remember what Derek had said to him in the bar yesterday. He was still kicking himself over what he had done at Mel's apartment on Sunday, but thankfully he was mostly over that now. And, as much as he hated to admit it, Derek had been a good friend and taken care of him when he needed it. He was thankful to him for that. He was also thankful that Derek had been wise enough to leave him in the bar and let him get good and drunk when he needed it. And... he was grateful that he didn't have a worse hangover today than he did. The worst he was feeling now was a dull headache that still hadn't gone away. But what was it that Derek had told him yesterday? He knew they had discussed Mel's money and that Derek didn't think she had all that much. He was still certain that Mel did, but he was wise enough today to know that he wasn't going to be getting any of it. As he considered that thought, and realizing how badly he had behaved on Sunday, Gloria once again crossed his mind. The tiger! Despite Mel's money, he had always had a problem getting Gloria out of his mind. He supposed that he wouldn't have to worry about that now since he obviously wasn't going to be seeing Mel anymore. But there wasn't any reason now to keep him from getting together with Gloria. Not that he'd ever let anything like another woman really stop him. He prided himself on all the women he went out with - every single week! And in the past, he had been engaged several times - while he still went out with other women. He simply liked... variety. But his still foggy brain couldn't help but think that Derek had told him something else yesterday. Something weird. What was it? Unbidden, Sissy sprang to his mind. Was that it? Something about Sissy? He remembered then that Sissy had opened the door to him on Sunday dressed like a stupid maid. That one odd thing had remained stuck in his brain but had been crowded out by everything else that had become much more important. But now that he had time to deal with it... Something that Derek had said yesterday about Sissy.... Something... What was it? Sissy had come to the door dressed like a maid... Sissy was Mel's maid - according to Derek. The memories started to crawl back into his brain, still foggy and uncertain but they were coming. Something about a bet that Chad had made with Mel over... over... As hard as he tried, he couldn't quite remember what their bet had been about. He again tried to picture Chad as he had opened the door for him on Sunday. Had the little jerk curtseyed when he did it? He wasn't sure. Why would he dress like her maid? For that matter, why would the idiot dress the way he had been to work - like a damn woman! It wasn't right! It certainly wasn't normal. He remembered Mr. Baxter's proclamation a while back for nobody to say or do anything about Chad if he behaved oddly. Why? Okay, some companies now were being awfully open to that kind of thing - the stupid transgender issue. Chad must have gotten the approval before he started. It hadn't taken him long to work up to wearing dresses full time though. But dressing and acting like a maid? There was something in the back of his mind that told him there was more to that issue than he remembered just then. And it was something that Derek had told him yesterday. What was it? He remembered again the fact that Chad and Mel had made a bet. And his slow brain finally managed to fit those two puzzle pieces together. Chad was acting as Mel's maid... because she was making him do it! That was part of the basis for their bet... Chad had to do anything and everything that Mel told him to do... no matter what! Including wearing dresses to work! Chad must have lost some major bet to Mel! That had to be it! Damn! How could Chad do something like that? The jerk! Didn't he know better? He guessed not. He wondered what kind of bet they had made that would have that kind of consequences. It had to be something really big! Money? He was sure that Mel had money... and he was just as sure that Chad didn't. At least, not that kind of money. So was that the reason for that kind of consequences? Chad had gone after Mel's money? He turned that around in his soggy brain. He supposed it could be possible. But something told him there was still more to it than what little he remembered so far. He was sure there was something else. Something important! But for the life of him, he couldn't remember what it was. He thought about asking Derek about it again, but as usual, Derek had gone straight to the job site that morning and wouldn't be back until later. His mind didn't want to do much in the way of work - not yet - not after the bender he had taken yesterday. So he decided to give in and let the work pile up for a little while more while his brain played with trying to remember what Derek had told him about Chad... or was that Sissy? Was that one of the consequences that Mel had imposed on Chad as well, changing his name for a while too? All the thinking about Chad reminded him that Chad would be right downstairs at his desk. He could simply go straight to the source and get the real truth. Despite the dull pain in his head with every step he took, there was almost a smile on his face as he headed for the elevators. He didn't know why he was so interested in knowing what was going on with Chad... Sissy. But the way he was still feeling after yesterday, he'd rather concentrate on that than do any of the more mental work he was supposed to be doing. As much as Chad hated being seen outside in one of his silly sissy dresses, he hated being exposed wearing just his diapers even more. And essentially that was what he was - exposed wearing nothing but his diapers. He didn't count his bra, or his waist cincher, or even the shoes on his feet. His diapers were fully on display with nothing at all over them so that was all that counted. He supposed he should be grateful that he only had to walk from Mel's car, up the stairs and into her apartment. But it was still all too far. The moment he got inside, he gratefully dropped everything on the floor under her little table and closed the door. He was still very tired. He couldn't imagine how tired Mel had to feel. Surprisingly though, she didn't appear to be overly tired at all. "Get yourself a bottle, Sissy," Mel said as she headed to her bedroom to change. "You're way behind on them today." Almost automatically, Chad did just that. He went to her refrigerator and pulled out another bottle of her green tea. Just as automatically, he started sucking on it. He thought again about the fact that he was still wearing two diapers. He had a feeling he would be changing them for a single one very shortly. Probably as soon as Mel came out of her bedroom. Trying to keep busy as well as stay awake, he grabbed a rag and began dusting the furniture while he drank from his latest bottle. Working and drinking had become an odd habit now. He hardly had to think about it anymore. Just as he hardly had to think about trying to make his body pee anymore. He just did it... naturally. If he stopped to think about it, he couldn't remember any other way his body was supposed to feel. Mel finally came out of the bedroom wearing a pair of shorts and a top. "Sissy, did you make my coffee yet?" she asked right away. Chad was stunned. He hadn't even thought of it. He curtseyed - for the first time since yesterday. "No Mistress! I forgot!" "Darn it, Sissy! Get to it! And make me some breakfast while you're at it. I'm hungry!" Chad hurried to the kitchen. Why hadn't he remembered to make her coffee? He put it down to being overly tired! Ray had only been down to Chad's desk two or three times since Chad had started working for the company, so he knew where it was but not all that well. It was in a part of the building he never had much reason to go into. And as he walked the halls and turned the corner into the last hallway, he figured nobody else ever came down here much either. The place looked totally deserted. They couldn't find someplace better to move Chad and Robin to? Why leave them down here all alone? He thought about making a mental note to ask Tom Robinson about that, but he wasn't totally sure his aching brain would remember anything like that yet. As he reached Chad's cubicle, he was a bit surprised to find it not only empty, but his computer was still turned off. Chad wasn't here! Now how was he going to find out anything? The faint brief sound of typing caught his attention. Robin! She would know where Chad was! Or perhaps she could tell him what he needed to know! She worked with him every day! Robin was working, but barely. Actually, she was spending her time mostly just surfing the internet. With nobody around, it kept her mind off of being alone better than doing something that she had worked on with Sissy. "Robin?" Robin turned quickly at the sound of her name. She was shocked to see Ray standing there. "Ray? What are you doing down here?" "What the heck did you and Chad do to get you banished so far from everyone else?" Robin actually giggled at the unexpected question. "It's not so bad," she replied. "Chad is usually here to keep me company." "Speaking of Chad, where is he?" "He's off today. Actually, he's off all week." Ray was a bit disappointed. It looked like going straight to the source for the information wasn't going to work. But he remembered that Robin knew Chad really well... or she should. "Um... listen," he said. "Maybe you can help me." "Sure," Robin agreed. "Um..." Where to start? "I had a long talk with Derek yesterday, about Chad..." Robin jumped in fast as big red flags started flying in her head. "Listen. I told everyone yesterday that Sissy kissing Derek was all my idea. I told them that it wasn't Sissy's idea at all. Derek didn't want to do it and neither did Sissy. I kind of... made him," she finished, feeling totally embarrassed and more than a bit frightened to admit to someone of Ray's standing what she had done. Ray's head went spinning. It took him a moment to mentally catch up with what Robin had said. The kiss? She was talking about the crazy kiss last week in the break room? "Um... I never had a doubt that Derek wanted that kiss. But I am glad to hear that Sissy... Chad didn't really want to kiss him either... I think." He looked at her oddly as something else she had said snapped into place. "What do you mean, you made him do it?" Robin didn't know if she should really admit what she had threatened Sissy with. She decided to be cautious. "I just thought it would be funny. That's all. And fortunately, he went along with it." "Yeah, I noticed." Although Ray wasn't all that sure how much "fun" Sissy had thought that kiss was. "That's not why I came down here though. Derek told me yesterday something about Chad losing a bet and that's why he's dressing the way he is. Do you know anything about that?" Robin blinked as she realized what Ray had said - that Chad had lost the bet. Somehow, Derek had passed on some misinformation! Now she was totally unsure about what to answer. "Uh... a little," she admitted. Ray breathed a small sigh of relief. "Good. Then what the heck was his bet over that would have that kind of consequences? I figure it has to be money - big money - the kind of money that Chad doesn't have!" Robin was floored! Money? That was the first she had heard anything about money. What the heck had Derek told him? She was glad she could at least be honest about that much. Hesitantly she replied. "I don't know anything about that. Nothing at all!" Ray was a bit surprised that she didn't know. But he was forced to accept it. "Oh," he replied disappointedly. "Was there anything else?" Robin asked, anxious now for him to leave. She wasn't at all certain about anything she should... or could say to him. With a shake of his head, Ray replied, "No. Thanks. I appreciate you trying to help." Robin didn't reply as she watched him turn and walk off. What had that been about? Now she was more nervous about things than ever! "Hi Girlfriend!" Gloria's voice sang over Mel's phone. "Gloria!" Mel exclaimed happily. "Hey! I didn't expect you to answer in person. I figured I'd leave a message and you'd get back to me later. What happened to that meeting you were supposed to be in?" "It's over!" "Already? That was fast!" "Yeah, well... turns out that Sunshine was trying to pull a fast one on Green Growers and we didn't catch it till late last night... or actually, early this morning. The meeting ended quickly after we explained what we found." "So are you up for lunch today then? You can tell me all about it." Mel considered it. "No, not today. I pulled an all-nighter last night and I'm exhausted. I haven't even been to bed yet." "Oh dear! That bad?" "That bad! But hey, while I've got you on the phone, did you happen to tell Ray that I had money?" "Um... I may have let that slip during dinner one time," Gloria replied hesitantly. "Why?" "Because he came here on Sunday and made a total ass of himself! Derek was here then and the two of them were practically throwing punches over me." "How romantic," Gloria replied sarcastically, but the tone of her voice held nothing but concern. "Not really! And during their argument, Ray let on that he was only after my money." "He did?" Gloria was totally astonished. "What happened?" "I threw him out... for that... and before matters between him and Derek could get any worse. You wouldn't believe what an ass he made of himself! I don't ever want to see that scum again!" "Yeah," Gloria replied uncertainly, "I'll bet." Mel noticed Sissy standing off to the side, waiting to talk to her. She looked up at him and he softly said, "Breakfast." She nodded to him. "Look Gloria, I'll have to call you later. I've got to go now." "Sure," Gloria replied. "You get some rest and I'll talk to you later." But once she hung up the phone, her mind was focused totally on Ray. She distinctly remembered now how he had continued to grill her during dinner about Mel... and her money. What had she told him? She wasn't totally sure. And at the same time, she wondered if he was ever going to call her again. And what would she do if he did call? All the way back to his desk, Ray pondered how he could come up with more information about the bet Chad had made with Mel. He wasn't even sure he knew why he was so interested. His slightly aching head put it down as another way of confirming if Mel was as rich as he thought she was. Halfway back to his desk, he thought of Gloria. She had been the one who told him about Mel's money in the first place. She and Mel were good friends. Maybe she could tell him about the bet Mel had made with Chad. As soon as he reached his desk and sat down - softly so as not to jar his head too much - he grabbed his phone and called Gloria. "Hello you beautiful babe!" he said as cheerily as his aching head would allow, pulling from his long lexicon of pick-up lines. "Ray?" Gloria replied, surprised to hear from him so soon after she had just talked with Mel. Talk about coincidence! "What are you doing for lunch today?" Ray asked immediately. "Um... I'm not sure," Gloria replied hesitantly. Did she really want to have lunch with him after what Mel had just told her? "Then you're having it with me!" Ray said with more than a bit of finality. "Uh... I am?" "Actually," Ray continued, "I not only want to see you again, but I kind of need your help." "My help? Professional help?" "No, not that kind." Gloria gave a silent sigh of relief. "What then?" "Um... I need you to straighten something out for me." "Knowing you, does this straightening out during lunch involve any food at all? Or were you just thinking of coming here and trying out my couches again?" Ray was totally surprised by her suggestion. "Um... I certainly wouldn't turn down an offer like that!" "Forget it!" Gloria replied quickly. "I've got clients this afternoon. It will have to be lunch only today." Ray was still a bit off center from her earlier remark. "Uh... actually, that's all I had called for in the first place." "Okay then," Gloria agreed. "Lunch... the eating food kind... it is!" And if he needed straightening out on something? Well, straightening him out was exactly what she wanted to do to him! And she wasn't thinking about anything of a sexual nature in that! Mel sipped her coffee at the kitchen table as Sissy pushed the vacuum cleaner around her living room carpet. He was pushing the thing with one hand while drinking from his baby bottle with the other. Now that she had eaten, she was starting to feel a lot more tired - more like sleeping. She supposed Sissy deserved a little more sleep as well, even though he had already had some sleep. It was the only reason she hadn't made him change into a fresh diaper yet. And she had to get him back into his leaking routine soon! But since she had already decided to let him take a little nap... She got up from the table, leaving all the dirty dishes right where they were. They weren't her responsibility anymore, they were Sissy's job. "Turn that thing off!" she shouted over top of the noisy vacuum. It was a moment before silence was returned to her apartment. "I'm going in to lay down for a while," she told him. "Are you still tired as well?" Actually, she could see from his face that he was. Chad curtseyed. "Yes Mistress. Very!" Curtsey. "I figured," Mel replied. "Go put some plastic panties on over those diapers and you can nap on the floor by the couch for a couple of hours," she told him. "As wet as those diapers look now, I don't want to take a chance that even two of them might leak before you wake up. And you better not sleep too long!" Chad felt totally elated. He curtseyed before saying "Thank you Mistress." Then naturally, he curtseyed again before hurrying off to find some plastic panties. Mel headed straight for her bedroom. Her bed looked so good! So comfortable! Still in her clothes, she climbed up on it and laid back against the pillows. So comfortable! So nice! She closed her eyes and tried to sleep... and tried to sleep... and tried... But her mind wouldn't let her sleep. It kept replaying the frantic hunt they had done last night for those clauses in the contract. She would get all the credit of course, but it was Sissy who had pointed the way and really found what they were after. Sissy! She owed him big for that one! With a grunt, she rolled over and tried to sleep again. And tried... and tried... but now her brain had moved on to thinking about Ray and the way he had behaved last Sunday. What an asshole! He had only been after her money all that time! But at the same time, she not only felt betrayed, she felt like she had lost something. He had been a big strong handsome man. Good in bed too! Okay, very good in bed! And yet, under it all, he was still another male jerk! The asshole! She rolled over again, still trying to fall asleep. She was so weary! So tired! Why couldn't she sleep? Her thoughts now turned to Sissy. She really should have put him on his hour and forty-five minute time limit again. She supposed she was being too nice to him right now. But right now, she was simply too tired to worry about it. She need some sleep... and so did he. There would be plenty of time after they woke up to get him back into the habit again. Besides, he had been drinking his bottles almost continuously since they had gotten home, so she didn't need to be so worried about it. But thoughts of Sissy wouldn't go away. There was only... what day was this anyway? Tuesday! There was only today, tomorrow, and Thursday to go. On Friday he would be free to be himself again... and possibly regain all of his bladder control. That thought worried her. She could only pray that he wouldn't. The very thought that he might actually manage it scared her. Self-respect, friends, and a life! The three things that drove him to want to win. How could she possibly overcome them? She thought about what he had done last night. He was so smart. She was fairly certain that what he was capable of doing had a lot to do with his self-respect. But he was a sissy too! How could those two things possibly go together? And she remembered one other disturbing thought that had hit her earlier... was it right for her to do with him what she was contemplating doing? The feeling was unbidden, but she felt scared that what she had planned for him was in reality very, very wrong! Frustrated at not being able to sleep, she finally got out of bed again and headed for the living room, but she stopped in the doorway. Sissy appeared to be sound asleep - on the floor right in front of the couch as he had been told. She stood there and watched his slow heavy breathing. At least one of them was able to sleep! Why was she placing all her dreams in him? A sissy! A crazy sissy! But at the same time, he was an incredible sissy. An incredible person as well. Quietly, she walked over and stepped carefully around him to get to the couch. She laid down, staring at his prone form. He looked odd wearing a bra with those falsies of his. The waist cincher still around his waist didn't help matters either. And yet, something about the puffy sight of his diaper and plastic panty clad bottom thrilled her. He was the one person she could control. The one person she didn't conflict with in any way. Even Derek... and Ray... and every other guy who had ever been in her life, she conflicted with. Every last stinking one of them! But not Sissy. She had this dominant streak in her personality that she simply couldn't get past. And Sissy had his submissive streak. A very, very big submissive streak. He had a host of other oddball fetishes as well, but every last one of them were nothing but fodder for her to play with - to her heart's content! Sissy! So smart! Yet so submissive as well. Her tired brain couldn't find any conflict with that part - smart and submissive. Laying on the couch just above him, she reached her hand out and gently touched his hair. Of all the men in her life... if she could really think of him as a man... he was the only one that never upset her. The only one who seemed to really understand her. The only one! She closed her eyes... and fell asleep. It was the kind of dream he hadn't had in a long time. The kind of dream where he was once again all powerful... all knowing. He was simply the best and everyone knew it. The frantic search through Mel's contract played foremost in his mind. But in his dream, he wasn't a sissy at all. He was his old self... dressed as his old self... behaving as his old self. And everyone was in awe of what he was doing. Yet in his dream, as he mapped contract section after contract section - to everyone's amazement, he yearned for something else. He wanted that other part of him that he dared not let anyone know about. And he wanted it badly. But right now, he was proving to everyone how great he really was. And unfortunately, they needed him. "Here!" his dream self stated. "Here's another of the links you couldn't find!" Everyone looked, and everyone was once again impressed with him. He was so good! So good! But what everyone didn't know was that secretly, he wasn't good at all. He was bad! Very bad! Because he harbored a secret about himself. A secret he still yearned for - even in the midst of how great he was. And it was a secret that if anyone knew, they would no longer think him great at all. All his respect would be gone if anyone found out. All of it! Yet that didn't stop him from yearning for it desperately. How much longer until this job was done? How much longer until he could get out of there. He wanted desperately to go home... home to where his sissy things were. Home to where all his wonderful play things were. Home... to where he could be himself. His frustration at having to work grew. And grew. And grew! Until he finally shouted at everyone. "Find it yourselves! I've shown you how, now figure it out!" And his dream self ran out. The wonderful thing about dreams is that you can be anywhere else in a blink of an eye. And that's what happened as he suddenly found himself unlocking the door to his apartment. His empty apartment. Empty, but not really empty. The things he treasured the most were all there. He needed little else. In his dream, he rushed to his closet. There... there they were! All his wonderful pretty things. He grabbed his silly sissy pink dress and pulled it out. He looked at all the shoes on the floor and grabbed the pair of pink patent high heels. And in his dream... he was finally free to be... whatever he felt like being. Himself! His sissy things were his refuge from the stress and cares of his "other" life. He was once again attired in the sissy dress, with the sissy shoes when he got the call. He had to go back! No! His dream-self changed clothes in the blink of an eye, and he was once again back in Mel's office helping them find the impossible. Which he did, but he still yearned for his escape... his refuge. And once again he shouted that he was done with it. They had to do some of it themselves - just so he could get back to his sissy things and be who he really was. And moments later, he was just that, relishing the feelings of being a sissy. The delicious feelings he simply couldn't ignore. There were two halves to him. Two! He wasn't like everyone else. It was the combination of both halves that made up who he really was. One simply couldn't exist without the other. One half of him was all man... all work, but it was his sissy half that balanced that other half. It was his sissy half that enjoyed life the most. Until they called for him again! Find it! Find it! Find it! "Mel! Did you find those problems yet?" "No Daddy, I'm working on them. I'm trying! I promise!" Mel's dream- self replied to her father. "Then work faster! We're almost out of time!" "I'm trying Daddy!" she repeated. Her father disappeared and she went back to work reading the impossible legal phrases in front of her. She had to find it! She had to! It was here somewhere! But where! "Got it!" Sissy said from the floor. She jumped up and took the paper from him. Yes! This was it! She ran out of her office, across the hall and into her father's office. He was seated as usual behind his desk. "I found it!" she replied enthusiastically as she crossed the office toward him. But she didn't get far. "Who found it?" her father accused. "You or Sissy?" She stopped short in the middle of the room. "Sissy found it," she admitted. "So you did nothing!" "I tried! I really tried! He just found it first." "But it's not you that did it! He did it! He deserves the credit, not you!" "No, we both..." "He found it! Not you!" In her despair, she watched in horror as her father faded in front of her... his image becoming more and more transparent. And somehow, she knew that her father was gone. Totally gone! Forever gone. She would never see him again. All because she had failed. He was that disappointed in her. "Daddy, come back!" she wailed. "Come back! Please come back!" But she knew he wouldn't. He was too disappointed in her. She hadn't found it herself. She had failed. "Da