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The Bet Chapter 64 (Saturday - week 9) Yelling a battle cry, he charged down the hill in all his sissy finery - straight at the invading enemy below. Waving a sword in his hand and having an extra toilet bowl brush attached to the tool belt encircling his waist, he rushed down the hill like some deranged berserker, knowing that the very image of him would send paralyzing fear throughout the enemy he was about to attack. His beautiful fluffy petticoats bounced and spread out around him - as if creating an impenetrable zone that would protect him from any kind of harm, while not hindering his devastating attack in the least. His pink high-heeled feet slipped a bit on the treacherous ground of the mountainside, but he was sure-footed enough to never come close to losing his balance - a feat he knew the enemy below was in awe of! He reached the bottom of the hill and never stopped. He charged full steam at the ugly enemy in front of him. And they fell back at his approach, parting in front of him - in fear! But not all the enemy retreated. There was one who remained in his path. The biggest... the strongest... the meanest... the most feared of them all. That one man alone remained steadfast, ready to take him on in battle! He charged... and the giant before him raised his shiny metal shield. With all his strength, Sissy brought his mighty sword down on that shield, sending out a reverberating clang like the ring of a mighty dinner bell. The shield held, but it was scratched. The giant raised his own sword to strike back. "Wait!" he yelled. Quickly he plucked a dust cloth from his tool belt and polished the giant's shield until it gleamed perfectly once again. "Okay," he said in his sissy voice as he put his dust cloth away and raised his sword once again. The giant swung... and he parried the blow - and curtseyed. He stabbed - and then curtseyed. Parry - curtsey. Stab - curtsey. Over and over again. The battle between them raged! But as hard as he fought, that giant would not be defeated - and neither would he! Breathing hard with exhaustion, the two combatants took a step back from each other, watching each other, catching their breath and sizing each other up. The giant with his huge muscles, leather and steel protecting his body, a fearsome steel helmet on his head, and weapons bristling out from every conceivable part of him. And the sissy, equally impressively clad in a darling pink and white little girl party dress over tons of silky, fluffy ruffled petticoats, with sweet little girl socks on his feet adding decoration above his pink high heeled shoes. The bow in his lovely curled hair was equally as fearsome as the helmet the giant wore. And of course, his own weapons sticking out from all over his tool belt - toilet brush, dust rag, dish cloth, rubber gloves, and perhaps the most fearsome weapon of all - The Dieters Guide to Good Cooking. Two equally fearsome competitors vying for domination of the battlefield. And the spectators were - awed! Disdainfully, the giant threw his shield aside, and plucked a wickedly spiked mace from his belt to hold in his hand opposite his sword. Undeterred, Sissy pulled his equally fearsome toilet bowl brush. And the two rushed at each other again! Thrust... parry... curtsey... swing... block... curtsey... thrust... parry... curtsey... On and on they went in vicious battle, neither one gaining any ground on the other. Again they stepped back to catch their breath, and again the two opponents sized each other up. The giant wiped the sweat from his face with his arm, the sissy freshened his face as well with the application of some additional lipstick. The problem was, they were too evenly matched! Unless one made a drastic mistake, neither would ever claim victory. Frustrated, the giant threw aside his mace and gripped his sword with both hands so he could swing it with the strength of both arms. Sissy tossed aside his sword and kept his favorite toilet bowel brush. Just as the giant stayed now with the one weapon he knew the best, so did Sissy. It would be sheer determination that decided this battle. Sheer determination! And despite how evenly matched they were, and despite how fearsome the giant was, Sissy knew he could win. He knew he could do it! He would just have to keep fighting and fighting until the giant was slain. And in his dream, the battle raged again... "Guilty!" Bang! The judge's gavel echoed with horrible finality, sealing her fate... sealing her doom! "No!" she cried in helpless appeal. "No!" She turned in despair to face the table that held all the plaintiffs. Not one face showed the least bit of remorse. Ray, looking like some powerful executive in his elegant business suit... Derek, dressed more casually, as if he had come straight from one of his job sites... and Sissy of course, wearing his blue little girl party dress - one of her favorites on him. All of them lined up against her, and none of them seemed to feel the least bit sorry for her. "Why?" she asked them all as the total despair of her situation crashed down on her. "Why?" "You could have done something!" Derek accused angrily. "Done what?" she asked pleadingly. "About what?" But it was Ray who spoke next. "You could have paid!" he said angrily. "You had enough money to ensure whatever you wanted." "Paid for what?" she asked. "Paid who?" And it was Sissy who spoke last. "You could have been less afraid! You could have spoken the truth when it needed to be told!" "Spoken the truth? To..." But she knew what he was talking about. She could have told him in no uncertain terms how she felt about him. But she hadn't. She had been too afraid... too worried about appearances... and the distractions of better men around her. And now the courts had leveled their decision... and in the process, taken everything away from her. All her money, her apartment, her property, even her job... her business - all gone. She was left with nothing. And there wasn't a single thing she could do about it. Not one single thing. And she felt so helpless... and alone. She had not one friend anymore. Not one. Nobody! No family, no friends... and consequently, no life. And she felt even more helpless. As dreams work, everything and everyone around her changed. And she found herself out on the cold dark street. Alone, hungry, homeless, uncared for... unloved. She tried and tried to think of some way to fix the situation, to get back what she so desperately wanted, but there were no ideas. There was no longer anything she could do about it. That time had passed. And she had failed. She felt nothing but alone and helpless and she knew there was nothing she could do about the situation. Helpless. Helpless. Helpless. In the cold foggy night, she wandered the dim streets in search of help. She stopped a man she came across. "Help me," she pleaded. The man looked at her and shook his head. "I won't lift a finger to help you. You'll have to help yourself. Only you can help yourself." "I can't!" she wailed. "I don't know what to do!" The man shook his head again. "You'll just have to think of something." With that, he walked off and she was left alone again. Think of something? She couldn't think of anything. She was totally stuck. There was no way she could help herself. In frustration, she pounded her fists on the cold stone wall of the building and screamed, "There's nothing I can do!" And she woke up... wondering if she had actually screamed that last desperate cry for real! There was daylight in the room, but not much. She glanced at her clock - early! Very early! But after that nightmare, whatever it had been about, she knew she couldn't go back to sleep... at least not for quite a while. She got out of bed and grabbed her robe, and automatically walked directly to her kitchen - and her coffee maker. And even before she got to the kitchen, her mind was already thinking about Chad... Sissy... and the way the day had gone yesterday - after he had left. And her mind automatically went back into worry mode. As she stood in front of her coffee maker waiting for it to finish, she continuously played back the way he had walked out on her yesterday... and the way he hadn't answered his door when she went to find out what was wrong... as well as the troubling phone conversation she had with him later. She didn't want to think about any of it, but she couldn't help it. As she finally poured her first cup of coffee, she tried to force her mind to think about the day ahead. Today was his final day of testing. Today would determine - everything! And because of the way they had brought in everyone to judge the contest for them, she didn't know what kind of input toward the outcome of the bet that she would be able to manage. She had swayed juries a few times in her career. Could she do the same here? As of the time Sissy... Chad... had left yesterday, she hadn't lost yet. In fact, she had been winning! But at that time, he hadn't even tried to hold back. He had wasted a major part of the entire day! But she was betting that from the moment he had left her, he had been working hard to regain that control. He had gone back to his place and holed himself up there - ignoring her... removing all distractions, just so he could work on getting his control back - and winning the bet. As of the time he had left yesterday, she was still winning. But who was winning now? She took a sip of her coffee and turned, as she usually did, intent on carrying it into the living room where she usually sat in one of her chairs to enjoy it. But this time, her eyes caught sight of his highchair instead... still sitting in its usual position next to her table. In her mind, she saw him sitting there again, eating his breakfast like a toddler... bib in place, his left fist wrapped around a ridiculously tiny baby spoon, trying desperately to get a miniscule amount of the drippy baby cereal into his mouth without spilling any - and of course, so often failing. He was so funny sitting there. Such a delight. Would he ever sit there again? She pulled herself away and continued on into her living room, but she stopped again when her eyes seemed to be drawn to her yardstick that was propped up in the corner - the stick she had used to punish him with - so often for a while, but hardly at all in the last few weeks. In her mind, she saw him standing there again, diapers littering the floor to protect it, him leaning over the very chair she usually sat in every morning, and she felt herself swinging that stick - and connecting with his backside. One! Her mind watched as he stood and curtseyed and thanked her... before bending back over to brace himself against the chair again... and raise his backside up, inviting her to hit him once again. Swing! Swoosh! Slap! Two! As odd as it sounded, she found that she missed that as well. She turned, but she didn't even have to move to see his perch sitting in the other corner. The hooks further up on the wall with those stupid ugly earrings hanging from it that could be attached to his ears to hold him in place. He had spent hours on that torture device. Hours! At her bequest. Hours staring into nothing but a totally blank corner. Hours of having to endure the pain that that simple little bar would place on his feet and legs. Hours of not being permitted to move a muscle - or she would punish him. Hours with nothing to do... but think. Did he think about her during that time? Would she ever know? Would she ever be able to sit at her table again - while watching in amazement at him stuck up on that dreaded thing and have nothing to do? Would she ever feel that kind of power again? She forced her gaze to the floor as she finished her journey to her chair and sat down. So many little reminders of him all around her. Even the bathroom held a stash of diapering supplies for him in the cabinet under her sink. Everywhere she looked, she saw little things that reminded her of him. But would he ever be there again? Only time would tell. And that time was now down to just a few hours. In a way, she couldn't wait. But in a way, those few hours scared her to death! He rolled over on his blow-up mattress onto his stomach, his mind automatically preparing for the pressure he expected to feel from the glued-on breast forms. But when that pressure didn't happen, it was enough of a change to bring him totally out of his sleep - sleep that he had been gradually leaving for a while now anyway. With a grunt of realization that the breast forms weren't there anymore, he allowed himself to fully collapse the weight of his body onto the mattress. It felt good, but at the same time, it felt strange. He was awake enough now to start noticing his body more and take stock of everything. His legs were forced wide apart by the bloated thickness of the three layers of diapers he had put on last night. He couldn't tell yet if they were as wet as they usually were every morning since he had drank hardly anything at all last night. But they were definitely very wet... and definitely messy as well. And once again he didn't remember doing either after he fell asleep last night. He turned his head and the stupid pacifier in his mouth rubbed against his pillow. It wasn't usually a problem since he usually had to support his body more when the breast forms were there. He remembered trying to go to sleep without the pacifier last night, but he had been having trouble sleeping and he got up to grab it, hoping it would help. It must have. But now he was awake again and his room was full of sunlight. He didn't know what time it was, and wasn't even sure he cared. Could he go back to sleep? Why not? He closed his eyes and snuggled into his pillow. But sleep wouldn't come... exactly. His mind wasn't exactly dreaming, and it wasn't exactly awake either. But instead it started thinking about deliciously erotic things that turned him on. And he allowed himself to sink fully into those wonderful sexy images. And inside his very bloated diaper, he felt his tiny underused penis start to grow. The realization again brought that quick bit of panic over the pain his chastity device would cause him... but once again, he woke up just enough to remember that the device wasn't there anymore, and he could dream these dreams to his heart's content! And... he did! Purposely! His mind dreamed about wearing diapers - like he was. It dreamed about being controlled and forced to wear them - like he had been. It dreamed about being forced to wear dresses and high heels and all sorts of feminine finery - out in public - again, just as he had been only a few days before. But this time it was different. This time he could allow his body to respond fully. This time there was no chastity device holding him back. And this time, he was determined to ride the wave and enjoy it to its fullest! For the first time in a long while, his tiny little penis was no longer so tiny. For the first time in a long while, it behaved normally - and it grew! Normally! And for the first time in a long while, he concentrated more on getting pleasure from it, than on getting that pleasure from the opposite side of his body - where he wasn't supposed to "normally" get that pleasure. The images of his fantasies played on, and he found himself trying to hump his blow-up mattress. But getting the kind of stimulation he needed wasn't happening. His overly bloated and messy diapers were way too thick. They weren't letting him get the right kind of pressure where he needed it the most. Coming more and more awake, he put his hands down under him, right under where his penis was inside his mass of diapers. As he humped and pressed his groin into the mattress, the fingers of both hands pressed up as hard as they could. But that damn bulk of his diapers was still so much that he couldn't feel it much more than before. Frustrated, he pulled his hands back up and tried to figure out what he could do. Getting to his knees, he grabbed his pillow and stuck that under him and he went back to work. But just like with his fingers, the pillow did nothing for him at all... and his frustration grew. So close! And he was being foiled by the super bulk of his diapers! Fully awake now, even though he didn't really want to be, he knew that the only way he was going to get himself off, was to get his diapers off first! He rolled off of his mattress and because of the bulky diapers forcing his legs so wide apart, he had to struggle to get to his feet. He was tempted to take the diapers off right there in the middle of his bedroom, but fortunately he remembered that it was all too likely that he might wind up peeing on the floor. Besides, his diapers were not only wet, they were messy too. The bathroom would be the best place to go. He headed there with his usual morning wide-legged walk. In the bathroom, the first thing he noticed was his freshly cleaned, no longer wrapped in plastic, toilet - just waiting for him to use... still waiting for him to use... even once. He hadn't managed that little feat last night at all. He purposely put that problem out of his mind. He had more "interesting" issues to contend with first. He struggled with his plastic panties to pull then over his massive diapers and off his legs. By the time he attacked the bulky diapers themselves, he was no longer feeling as desperate for release. All the desire was certainly there, but the process of changing rooms and having to get everything off had interrupted the fantasies that had been playing out in his mind. But still... he wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste! Just to be safe, before removing his messy diapers completely, he stepped into the tub. It would be much safer there. His diapers got carefully folded over and set out of the way in the very back of the tub. He could forget about them for a little while now. His cock wasn't so raging as it had been before, but he was confident that he could make it grow again. But after being bound up in all those hot, bulky, smelly diapers, it was rather... disgusting to touch. He turned the tub faucet on and let the water run for a minute to warm up, then he turned on the shower and quickly washed off that part of his body and his backside before turning the water off again. Now he could get back down to it. He was soaking wet, but it was from the shower and not anything bad. But as he looked down to take matters in hand, he noticed that not only was he not hard anymore, the shower had taken care of that, but once again, he was peeing without knowing he was doing it. Well, sort of peeing. It was really just a short tiny little spurt like he usually did now. But it reminded him of his need now to regain all his control. And the fact that he was quickly running out of time slammed home worse than ever! For the first time in two months, he was no longer confident about winning the bet. For the first time in two months, he was faced with the very real possibility that he really could lose the bet. For the first time in two months, he was forced to seriously look at what might happen if he lost. And that possibility was looking more and more likely with every passing minute! But as much as he needed to regain his control, this was still the first opportunity he had to orgasm normally - like a man! Okay, he had to masturbate, but it was still like a man! He grabbed himself the best way he knew how, and went to work. He had to force all those wonderful fantasies back into his head. But this time, with every fantasy that came to mind, the very real possibility that he could indeed be stuck that way for a very long time also hit him just as hard, or harder. Despite the fact that it would usually add to his fantasies, this time the fear took much of the joy out of the process. He had to work all the harder for his release because of it. But there was no question about his perseverance. This was the first opportunity he had in nearly two months, and he wasn't going to waste it! Fortunately, he hadn't had a real orgasm in nearly two months, and in the end that helped him. But the end result wasn't anything fantastic. Not by a long shot. And when it was over, he wondered if maybe the wonderful orgasms he had experienced when Mel had reamed his ass might not have been better. It was hard to tell though. All that worry now definitely took the edge off of everything. And now that he had finally had his "normal" release, something else was gone as well - his usual desire for all his sissy stuff. She wouldn't really force him to serve her for an entire year, would she? But the more he thought about it, the more he remembered just how hard she had worked on him over the last two months - just how much effort and worry she had put into it... into him. And he knew without a doubt that Mel had every intention of forcing him to serve her for the full term. And she was a lawyer, there was probably something in that notarized contract they had both signed that would carry at least a little legal weight. So if he didn't get his control back - very soon, then he had no doubt that he would be... screwed! He smiled... no doubt - literally. He turned his shower on again, and this time gave his entire body a thorough scrubbing - but not bothering to shave his legs or anything else. But he did notice that they didn't' really need it anyway since he had just done them yesterday. As he turned his shower off, he heard his phone ringing. Who would be calling him now? Mel of course. But he was just coming out of the shower, and she would have to wait. He wasn't serving her anymore... unless he lost the bet later today. But he still had no intention of losing. In fact, he was more determined now to win than ever! Mel hung up her phone. He hadn't answered. Was he still sleeping? Or ignoring her? Either way, she didn't have any way of knowing what was going on with him. No way of knowing if she was still winning or not. And she was now guessing that she wasn't. She hated being ignored! Why hadn't he answered? Chad stared at the underwear in his hand. His old male underwear - freshly washed - yesterday. He was standing in the tub again because he was still dripping pee. He had ran out of the bathroom as fast as he could and grabbed them, but instead of putting the underwear on right away, he had carried them quickly back to the tub again, all because he was still dripping pee. Not a lot. Not constantly anymore, but he still didn't know when it was going to come out of him. His hopes were that with the regular underwear instead of the diapers, he would be forced to be more careful... and consequently he would start to feel things normally again. Besides, the underwear would let him know every time he wet himself. All too often those diapers wicked things away before he even had a clue. But now he was stuck with a decision. Should he put them on and hope they worked... or should he go with a diaper instead for a little while more until he was more sure he could finally hold back? His mind flashed back to last night. He had tried. He had tried hard all night! But it wasn't until later in the evening that he had made any progress at all. It wasn't until then that he had finally started feeling it again. He had finally felt the need to pee, but not once had he been able to stop it. And every time he felt it, he had started peeing almost immediately. As usual, not a lot. But even a little bit was total failure. But at least he had been feeling it again... and wasn't just feeling it the first and most important step? He had done that much and been proud of that fact when he had finally given up and diapered himself for bed. But now it seemed that in the cold light of day, everything that he had gained again last night was gone. He wasn't feeling it anymore. And now he was trying to learn it all over again. So... should he go with his old men's underwear... or the diaper? A little more pee dribbled out of him again. Last night he had definitely made that progress while wearing a diaper. With a bit of frustration, he tossed the underwear aside and grabbed a fresh diaper - but just one. Feeling secure and safe, he climbed out of the tub and took care of his messy diaper from last night. Then he shaved and brushed his hair. But all the while, his mind was really doing nothing but concentrating on trying to determine if he was going to pee or not. In the end, his hair wound up looking worse than it had yesterday. Disgusted with that, as well as disgusted with the fact that he knew his diaper was a little bit wet again, he went out and got dressed - same too big pants as yesterday, different too big shirt. He wandered aimlessly around his apartment, much like he had done all last night, not looking at anything in particular, only concentrating on one thing - trying to feel if he had to pee or not. And his stomach growled. He realized he was famished. He hadn't eaten a single thing since lunch with Mel yesterday. Mel! She had called. Should he call her back? But he was hungry. He needed to go get something to eat. But he knew without a doubt that he would call her. There was something about her... something he knew even though he did his best not to think about it. And that was that he really cared for her. He fished his phone out of his purse, and called her. The minute Mel's phone rang she answered it - rather desperately. "Hello?" "Mel? Did you call earlier?" "Chad!" Relief swept through her. "I've been so worried about you!" Of course she would be worried - worried about him winning the bet! "I'm fine," he replied. "Why don't you come over?" she suggested. "No, I'm hungry. I'm going to grab something to eat." "Why don't you come here? I'll fix you something. Or you can fix something yourself if you like." "No, I think I'm just going to grab something quick and bring it back here." "Well then at least let me come with you!" Chad thought about it for a minute. "Sure, if you want. But I want to go right now. I haven't eaten anything since lunch yesterday." "Since lunch! Chad! Why not? That's stupid!" "So? I didn't feel like it! But if you're going with me, I'm leaving right now." "I'm on my way!" Of course, he didn't leave quite that fast. He first had to get everything he needed back out of his purse again and transfer it all to his pants pockets. But then he was ready. He opened the door and walked out, just as Mel was coming out of her door as well. He waited for her at the top of the stairs. "Good morning," Mel said brightly, trying her best to put a smile on her face. To her, he didn't look very well. And it wasn't only his overly large clothes or his hair that looked... weird, it was a mess, even though she could tell he had brushed it - somewhat. No, there was something about his face that didn't look good. He looked - worried. But how much of that was from not eating since yesterday afternoon? She followed him down the stairs, and followed him to his car this time. She did her best to study him as he drove. Yes, he definitely looked worried. The trip to the fast food restaurant wasn't far and Chad went straight to the drive-thru lane where he ordered the first breakfast the store had on their list. He turned to Mel, "Are you getting anything?" "I'll have the same," she replied without thinking. Chad passed the order through the system and drove around to the window. Mel fished some money out of her purse. "I've got this," she said as she pulled her money out. Chad took it without a reply. Nothing was said between them until halfway through the drive home, and then Mel couldn't wait any longer. "Chad... I have to know how you're doing!" Of course she would. He was only surprised she had waited this long. But how should he reply? "I'm... working on it," he finally told her. "Working on it?" He only glanced over at her without saying anything else. Mel wondered what "working on it" actually meant. To her, it sounded like he had made some progress but perhaps he wasn't all the way there yet. But it seemed that he wasn't going to be very forthcoming with details. "Why don't you spend the morning at my place," she suggested. He thought about it and shook his head. "No. I have to..." "Chad! You don't even have any furniture!" "I've got my chair if I need it. It's enough..." he turned his head toward her, "for now." He could be so exasperating! "Damn it!" she exclaimed. "I want to spend the day with you! Won't you let me do that? Please?" She waited, but he made no reply. "I'll stay out of your way if you want. I won't even say anything if you want! Please? I want to be with you!" He looked back at her briefly before pulling into the apartment complex. She really did seem... concerned. And there was one other thing too, despite the battle they were currently locked into, he did care for her. He really wanted to spend as much time as he could with her... even though she would most likely be totally out of his life very shortly. He gave in. "Sure," he replied. Mel breathed a sigh of relief. What was going on in that strange head of his? But at least she could be with him... and watch him. And... maybe she could figure out how he was doing. They carried everything straight up to her apartment and sat down at her table to eat. Like yesterday, having him sitting across from her, so normally, while they ate, seemed almost surreal, but she didn't say anything at all about that. Instead she said, "The ladies will be here at one." He nodded as he took a large bite of his breakfast sandwich. "I know," he said with his mouth full of food. "They suggested that we don't have any lunch before that." Still chewing, he replied, "I know." She ate some of her own breakfast before saying, "I wonder what they're planning?" He shook his head. "I have no idea." "Me either. But it sounds... strange." He thought about that. "Yeah, it does," he agreed. She leaned a bit toward him. "Chad... please... how is it going? Have you regained all your control yet?" He didn't want to admit, especially not to her, how badly he was doing. "I'm working on it," he said again. "Damn it! That's not an answer!" "Yes it is! I'm working on it!" "So you haven't gained it all back yet?" "Not... all of it," he finally admitted, thinking about the fact that he now pretty much knew every time he was going to pee, as well as the fact that he knew immediately after feeling it that he was already peeing. She wasn't sure what that meant. "What does that mean?" "It means... that some things have come back, but... but I'm working on it!" Mel felt totally frustrated. And yet, he had told her some. He had some of it back - which wasn't good for her side at all. But clearly he was very troubled about the part he didn't have back yet - which sounded very hopeful for her. So overall, she guessed that she was still winning. She ate some more of her breakfast even though she hardly tasted it. "How about last night?" She asked. "Last night?" "Did you... did you wet yourself... you know... in bed... while you were sleeping?" He looked at her for a moment before sheepishly nodding. "Yeah. That part may take a while longer for me to control." That had sounded promising to her too. "And how about... um... the messing. Did you mess your diaper last night... while you were sleeping as well?" Once again he paused before confirming it. "Yeah, that too. As usual, I slept through it. But I still doubt it will take me long to get that control back too." "But we're only concerned with today now. That's it. Today is the day. This afternoon is when they're all coming here to judge you. After that, it's all over and it won't matter anymore." "You don't have to remind me, I know," he replied rather sullenly. "But what happens in the middle of the night isn't everything! The most important part is what those judges are going to see for themselves! They're only going to be interested in whatever happens right here in front of them!" She nodded, then pressed, "Yeah, you're exactly right. But I'm starting to get the feeling that it's not going so well for you right now, am I right?" He stared rather angrily at her again for a moment before lowering his eyes. "For now," he replied. He looked up defiantly again. "But I'm still working on it!" Maybe it was the lawyer in her, but she pounced back. "Yes, you're working on it, but will you gain enough of it back before they get here? Will it be enough?" A broad smile cracked its way across her face. "Because from what I'm picking up, it looks like you've already lost!" "Don't rub it in!" She backed down a bit. "I'm... not. I mean, I won't." Then she changed direction somewhat. "Well, maybe a little," she told him with a tiny bit of a chuckle. "After all, I have put an awful lot of work into this. I think I deserve at least a little bit of a victor's chance to gloat." He looked at her angrily for a few moments before his face changed and he actually chuckled a little as well. "Yeah, I guess you do deserve that much. And I guess... I deserve it too." His eyes suddenly shone bright with determination. "And just think how that's going to feel when I turn around and do it right back to you - when I win this thing!" "When you win?" Suddenly she wasn't as sure of this anymore as she was pretending to be. He nodded confidently. "When I win!" There were broad smiles on each of their faces as she replied, "Then I guess we'll soon see!" Despite the smile of certainty on his face, Chad didn't feel confident at all that he was going to win. Not... at... all! After breakfast, instead of sitting and talking, he did his best to be by himself... to concentrate and work. And Mel did her best to leave him alone. And all morning long, they both kept watching the clock. But breakfast seemed to help Chad. It was shortly after breakfast that he was able to hold back his pee for the first time. Granted, it was only for two seconds before he felt it leaking past his muscle control, but they were two of the most important seconds in his life! Now he just needed to feel the need to pee again so he could practice holding back even more. But feeling the need to pee required that he have enough liquid in his system so he would have to go again soon. He thought briefly about the baby bottles in her refrigerator. He could grab one and carry it around with him like he usually... or like he used to do. But after thinking about that, he opted for a cup of coffee instead. The coffee did seem to help - that problem, but it did nothing for his ability to hold back. That was going to take nothing but work and determination. And the time was quickly running out! Mel watched him carefully. Her laptop was in her lap, but she never bothered to even turn the thing on. He paced here, he wandered there, mostly looking nowhere but at the floor. No wonder he didn't care that his apartment had no furniture, he never sat down. And through it all, he carried that mug of coffee and sipped from it frequently. She made another pot - twice while he did nothing but wander and stare at her floor. Was he gaining anything back? He had said that he had some... but some what? What had that meant? She saw him looking at the clock almost as many times as she did, but was he timing how long he was holding back? She would have asked, but she felt fairly certain that he wouldn't tell her. And right now, he deserved the chance to do this - his way. And still, she felt nothing but - hopeful... for herself. The clocked ticked its way around to twelve o'clock, and still he didn't change his routine. Not even the expression on his face seemed to change, except she could tell he was becoming more and more worried about the time. Twelve-fifteen came and went, and still he wandered and sipped from his mug of coffee. And still... she knew nothing more. But in all that time, not once had she seen him even go into the bathroom. And all that coffee he was drinking... how many diapers did he have on? Two cars pulled into the apartment project and followed each other around toward where Mel and Chad's apartments were. When they parked, right next to each other, Gloria got out of one car and Andrea got out of the other. "Hi Andrea," Gloria called brightly as they met in front of their vehicles. "Hi Gloria," Andrea returned happily. "Are you ready for this?" Gloria held up the bag she was carrying. "More than ready! It's long past time this bet was over with!" "I agree!" Andrea replied whole heartedly as she turned toward the stairs carrying her own bag. Before they reached the top of the steps, both Sandy and Cassie came out on the landing to wait for them. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Gloria looked around. "I don't see Robin yet." "I guess we're still waiting," Sandy replied. "It's still a few minutes early." "Maybe we should take this opportunity to go have a little chat with Chad," Andrea suggested. "He has to get ready, and that could take him a while." "Good idea," Gloria replied. She looked to Sandy and Cassie. "Want to come?" "At least one of us needs to wait here for Robin," Cassie replied. "I'll stay here." "I'll stay behind too," Sandy agreed. "You two can go break the bad news." Andrea smiled. "Bad news? You never know, he may like it!" They all laughed, but they all also knew that it might be true. Maybe. Before leaving, Gloria and Andrea handed their bags off to Sandy and Cassie. Mel checked the clock again. Twelve twenty-five. The minutes were starting to drag out interminably! And still she didn't have a clue what was going on in Chad's head. He was still wandering around with that same stupid coffee mug in his hand, staring at the floor - just as he had done all morning long! "Damn!" Chad exclaimed as he suddenly stopped his wandering. "What?" Mel asked as she sat up quickly, thinking something was wrong. Sheepishly, Chad looked up at her. "I have to go change. I'm... leaking." Mel's face broke out into a broad smile. She was definitely winning! "Go right ahead," she told him. "And this is probably a good time since they'll be here in another half-hour." He nodded and headed for the door. But the sudden sound of somebody knocking startled him completely. "It's too early for the ladies to be here yet," Mel said as she quickly got to her feet. Chad merely shrugged and opened the door - to find both Gloria and Andrea on the other side. "There you are!" Gloria said as she laid eyes on Chad. "We checked your apartment but you weren't there, so we figured you had to be here." "Hi Gloria. Hi Andrea," Chad replied as he stepped back to let them in. "Um... I was just leaving for a few moments. But I'll be right back. You're a bit early anyway." The truth was, he wasn't glad to see them at all! "You're early," Mel said brightly as she came around the furniture to greet them. "Um... you'll excuse me," Chad said quietly as he started to walk through the door. "Wait!" Andrea stopped him. "Stick around for a minute. We're only here to talk to you for a minute first." "But I have to... um..." Andrea shook her head. "You need to hear this first. We've got some early instructions for you." "Early instructions?" Mel asked. Ignoring her, Gloria spoke next. "Chad... we know you're not going to want to hear this, but we have some very good reasons for it. And like it or not, you're going to have to do it." Chad was instantly worried. "Do... what?" It was Andrea who replied. "Dress like a girl... or a woman in this case." "What?" both Chad and Mel exclaimed together. Gloria held up her hand. "We have some very good reasons!" she insisted. "Your job now is to go home and change. And for your sake, I recommend that you try to look as much like a woman as you can. But even if you don't it won't matter, except that you'll probably just be a lot more humiliated by everything." "But he may like that part," Andrea added with a slight giggle. Gloria looked to her and shrugged. "True. He may." "Chad," Andrea said. "We need you to wear a skirt... or a dress. I think a skirt may work the best though. And it needs to be one that's not too long and that will be easy enough for us to lift up and check any time we want." "A skirt?" Chad asked incredulously. "I know you have plenty!" Gloria told him. "So don't go acting like it's any big deal. You just spent the last two months wearing them and you went everywhere that way, so this should be a piece of cake for you!" "Besides," Andrea added, "It looks like the clothes you're wearing now don't exactly fit very well anymore." But Chad had picked up on something else. "Are we... going somewhere?" It was Andrea who replied, with a rather sly look on her face. "Perhaps." "Uh... okay... I guess." Chad replied. He was quickly becoming more worried about his leaking diaper. "Now if you'll excuse me. I guess I have to change." "Oh!" Gloria exclaimed. "If you feel the need, you can wear one diaper under your skirt. Got that? And bring a spare with you as well." "Wear a diaper?" Chad asked, wondering if he had heard her right. "If you still feel like there may be some need for it," Andrea replied. She was a little surprised that he would question their offer to let him wear a diaper. Maybe he really had gained all his control back already. "Got it," Chad replied. "One diaper - maybe. And look like a woman. Can I go now?" "Absolutely!" Gloria replied. "And we've got to go as well." "You can't stay here?" Mel asked. Andrea shook her head. "We'll be back in a little while... at one o'clock." "I'll come with you then," Mel said as she started to get her purse. "No! You stay here," Gloria told her. "Like we said. One o'clock. We have some things to... discuss first." She turned to Chad. "And you better hurry! Don't be late!" Chad nodded and hurried off toward his apartment. As he got there, he saw Robin climbing up the stairs with a small bag in her hand. "Hi Chad," she called brightly. "Hey Robin," he returned quickly. Then he opened his door and hurried inside. He had only half an hour to get ready. And what they had asked of him was the last thing he ever expected. What did those conniving women have in mind? More humiliation! He was just betting on it! Well, he would show them! He hoped. "Do you mind if I at least help Chad?" Mel asked as Gloria and Andrea got back outside. "I don't have any problem with that at all," Gloria replied. "Maybe you can hurry him along. We're cutting this awfully close as it is." Mel grabbed her purse and followed the two women out the door - straight to Chad's apartment. She didn't bother knocking, she just used her key to let herself in. "It's just me!" she yelled as she went in through his door. "I'm in the bathroom!" Chad called. Mel was just in time to see him removing his totally soaked and now leaking diaper. She couldn't help it. She giggled a bit. "You really don't have any control anymore!" she said teasingly. Chad wanted to tell her to shut up, but instead he replied. "I've got some!" Mel wanted to tell him that it looked like however much he had wasn't going to be enough, but she held her tongue. A few minutes later, she was in his closet with him, helping him decide what to wear. "Anyone need a drink?" Sandy asked as the ladies all gathered around her kitchen table. Everyone proclaimed that they were fine without one. "Do you have the backpack?" Gloria asked Cassie. Cassie reached down behind the table and pulled one up from the floor. "I think this should work pretty well." "Excellent!" Gloria replied. "Now... let's see what we all brought." With that, each woman dumped out the contents of the bags they had brought with them. Sandy and Cassie, just brought theirs over from the kitchen counter. The table was quickly covered with thin satiny panties. Each of the women had agreed to purchase two pairs for the proceedings. Andrea looked around at what each of them had bought, and she wound up staring at the panties in front of Sandy. "Sandy! You're kidding, right?" she asked. Almost all the panties on the table were very plain - purposely. But the ones that Sandy had bought were nothing but frills. Lots of frills. "What?" Sandy asked incredulously. "I think they're perfect - for him!" Then she giggled. Andrea simply rolled her eyes. "Okay ladies, let's get these tags and things off them and get them into the backpack." Together, Mel and Chad decided on a simple pullover top and a loose skirt that he had worn often. For shoes he decided to wear the black pumps he wore with his maid's uniform. His aim was to go simple and comfortable - as few distractions as possible. His bra and breast forms went under it. He and Mel discussed the possible need for his waist cincher as well but they decided against it - mostly because Chad didn't want the extra pressure of something pushing against his bladder. Because of the lack of time, Mel did his hair for him - which was a major job and took most of their time. She also helped just a bit with his makeup, but mostly, he handled that for himself. He chose his blue earring studs to wear and his wooden bracelet and necklace. He had to once again remove everything from his pants pockets and put it all back into his purse which he slung over his shoulder before heading to the door. Mel stopped him before he opened the door to leave. "Let me look at you," she said. She stood back and took him in. How many times had she inspected him when he arrived every morning? Would she ever do that again? He looked - good. Good enough anyway. She smiled. "Welcome back Sissy." He smiled as well. "Thanks... I think." "And listen," she added, "good luck today. And I really mean that. Yes, I do want to win, but I'm also wishing you luck as well." He looked at her for a moment before replying, "Thanks." "Now let's get back there before you're late!" The women were late. For the first time all day, Chad was in Mel's apartment and he wasn't pacing. Instead, they were sitting next to each other on the couch. And the longer they sat, the more their nervousness grew - for each of them. And somehow, as they sat there, they wound up holding hands, perhaps for mutual support. At exactly five minutes after one o'clock, someone knocked on Mel's door. Chad was on his feet in a flash and hurried to open it. He stood back as he held the door open wide while Andrea, Gloria, Cassie, Sandy, and Robin all entered. He closed the door behind them and went back to his seat on the couch next to Mel. The two of them stared up at all the women standing in front of them. And the nervousness that both he and Mel felt - doubled! Gloria took the lead with a smile as she looked at Chad. "You look good Chad... or Sissy... whatever you prefer today. Much better than you looked a little while ago." Chad blushed. "Thanks," he managed to mumble. "Now I guess you're wondering how this is going to work," Gloria continued. She turned toward Cassie a bit. "Cassie here has a backpack. And inside that backpack are ten pairs of panties that we all contributed to the cause. And all of those panties are plain and thin." "Well, most of them anyway," Andrea added. Sandy giggled. Gloria continued, "In a little while, you're going to have to put on the first pair. Any wet spots on those panties will be very easy to see. If that spot gets big enough, you'll have to immediately change the panties for a fresh pair. Ten pairs is an awful lot. If you go through that many then... well, let's just say that it won't look very good toward our decision later. We're going to bring a spare diaper along for later as well - just in case! Hopefully, you won't need it." "Hopefully, he will need it!" countered Mel. Gloria nodded. "Sorry, it was a bad way to phrase it." She continued. "Now in order to give you a lot more incentive, we're all going to the mall today. You'll get your first pair of panties as soon as we arrive. And we're going straight to the food court first so you can not only get lunch, but you're going to have to get a regular medium sized drink as well - and you're going to have to drink all of it - like a normal person. In fact, every hour that we're there, you're going to have to drink another medium sized drink to make sure you have plenty of liquid in your system for you to exert some control over. We're hoping that the crowded mall will give you plenty of incentive to show us just how much control you can have - instead of running around in public with pee continuously dripping down your legs. "I think you can now guess why we asked you to wear a skirt and to dress like a woman again. We did that so that we can all check your panties anytime we want, and your skirt can be lifted for easy inspection. All of us will be checking your panties any time we want - anywhere we want - no matter where we are or what we're doing. If we see a wet spot, you'll have to change panties right then and there! We may allow some very tiny wet spots to remain and you will be allowed to continue to wear those same panties, but that wet spot will be noted - and watched!" Chad didn't exactly like anything he was hearing. And the way things were going with him so far, this was sounding like it was going to turn out to be another marathon humiliation session for him at the mall! Gloria continued. "And I'm sure you're wondering about the bathrooms. That's another reason we asked you to dress as a woman today. You will absolutely be allowed to use the restrooms anytime you feel the need. And since we're all women, we need to be able to see you peeing like a normal person - in a toilet. So having you dress like a woman and using the ladies rooms will make that a whole lot easier. Understand?" Chad nodded - nervously. Then a thought struck him. "But... if we're going to the mall. Some of those bathrooms are miles away from where we might be." It was Sandy who replied. "Don't worry," she said as she held up a pad of paper. "I have a list of every bathroom in the entire mall, including the ones that nobody knows about. And I've even contacted a number of the stores that have them and gotten permission in advance in case you have to use one. One of my jobs today is to let you know at all times where the nearest bathroom is. And if you can't make it to one of those, then you're not doing very well!" She got a disapproving look from Gloria for her last comment. Gloria spoke again. "When we're done today, we're all going to come back here and the five of us will meet at Sandy and Cassie's apartment again to discuss what we observed. Then we'll let you know. And don't forget... you both agreed to abide by our decision - no matter what we decide! Win or lose, we decide that, not you!" Both Mel and Chad nodded their agreements. Mel's nervousness was declining rapidly in favor of excitement. Chad however felt nothing but doom! Mel got to her feet, wanting to get in her first argument in her favor. "Oh... before you start, I want you all to know that he has no control of anything at all at night while he's sleeping - nothing! Not his peeing or anything else." Gloria looked at her disapprovingly. "We'll take that into consideration, but we're going to want to see how he does now for ourselves." She turned to Chad. "Do you have that spare diaper?" "There's plenty in the bathroom," Mel told her. "A box of wipes might be a good idea as well," Cassie added. As they were preparing to leave the apartment, Mel saw how worried Chad looked... and she could almost taste the victory. And as she had done so often when questioning someone over a case, she knew that with victory in sight, it wasn't the time to back off at all. So she pressed for more advantage. With a smile on her face, she walked over to Chad and put her arm around him, squeezing him in a one arm hug. "Don't worry Sissy," she said, "just think, every time you wet your panties at the mall, everyone will see it and laugh. And you know how excited you get from all that humiliation. I can see you wanting to get as much fun as you can today." "Stop that!" Gloria cautioned sternly. "What?" Mel asked innocently. "Stop trying to sway him." "She was?" Robin asked, not understanding what was going on. "She was!" Gloria replied. "She's trying to play to his sexual desires instead of letting us find out how he's doing for real!" She turned to Mel again. "One more comment like that and we'll leave you here! We don't really need you for this. You're only coming along as a courtesy, nothing more. You have no say in this at all!" Mel was shocked! "I'm just trying..." "Don't!" Gloria told her in no uncertain terms. They took two cars to the mall. Chad rode with Cassie and Sandy in Cassie's car, Mel rode with Gloria, Andrea, and Robin in Gloria's car. Gloria didn't give Mel a choice in that. Mel figured it was only because Gloria was afraid that she might try to persuade Chad to throw the bet again. And Mel knew that given the opportunity, she would probably do just that. The two cars arrived together and parked right next to each other. "Okay, Kiddo," Cassie said to Chad as she turned the engine off. "It's time." They all got out of the car just as the women in the other car were doing the same. Cassie opened her backpack, and standing between the two parked cars, Chad pulled his diaper off and Cassie handed him a pair of thin satiny yellow panties that she pulled out of the top of her backpack. She took the diaper he had just taken off and stuffed it into a large Ziploc bag she had taken from her backpack as well. The diaper got thrown into the backseat of her car so she wouldn't have to carry the thing. With six women all standing around him, Chad took the yellow panties and pulled them up his legs, praying as he did so that he would somehow regain all the control he had lost over the last two months. He had no illusions about that though. The best he had managed to hold back at Mel's apartment earlier had been maybe twenty seconds. And he had been amazed that he had managed that! The panties felt... totally strange. It wasn't the first time in his life that he had worn panties - not by a long shot. But it was the first time in two full months that he had worn anything other than a diaper, and even one thin disposable diaper is thicker than any other underwear. And the thin panties were thinner than most. And in them, he felt totally unprotected and not secure at all. After pulling them up into place, he started to adjust his skirt again. "Wait!" Sandy said quickly. "Let me see first!" She bent down and grabbed the hem of his skirt and pulled it way up so not only she, but everyone else could see his panties as well. "So far, so good," she declared. "But how long will they stay that way?" she added with a smirk. Chad stepped back and tugged his skirt back down, but he said nothing at all to Sandy's little jibe. He was worried about the same thing. As a group, they all headed for the entrance to the mall. Chad wanted to move faster, but it seemed that large groups of people always moved slower than one or two - especially women. He wanted to move faster, only because the bathrooms were all inside the mall - if he should need one... which he knew he would. The only question was, would he be able to actually reach one in time? They all crowded through the doors and into the mall. Twenty seconds later, Chad felt that first little urge - which wasn't really little at all. With the small amount control that he had, little was really huge! He desperately clamped down and turned in a panic toward Sandy. "I need a bathroom - bad!" The suddenness of Chad's need took Sandy by surprise and flustered her a bit, but she recovered quickly. She pointed across the floor toward a hair-cutting salon just ahead. "Come on," she said as she started towards it. "There's one in there." Chad's need drove him into a run toward the store and Sandy had to run to keep up with him. But Chad stopped before he even got near the store. When he turned back toward her, she saw nothing but defeat on his face. "Didn't make it?" she asked as she caught up with him. Chad's only answer was a disappointed shake of his head. Cassie hurried over to him and set her backpack down and pulled another pair of panties out of it, a blue pair this time. As all the ladies gathered around to protect him from view, Chad pulled off his soaked panties and dropped them into another Ziploc bag that Cassie held out for him. "Want a wipe?" Cassie asked, before he put the panties on. "Please," Chad said softly. Protected by only all the women gathered around him. He raised his skirt and cleaned himself off before putting on his second pair of panties. As they all headed once again in the direction of the food court, Mel said happily to no one in particular, "One down." Sandy leaned over and whispered to Robin, "I told you we only needed about ten minutes!" As a group they headed up the escalator and into the food court not far away. As they looked over all their choices, Robin moved over next to Chad. "Chad," she said, "let me get your lunch for you. That way, if you have to... go... then you won't be stuck in line." Chad looked at her gratefully. "Thanks," he said. He started to fish some money out of his purse, but she stopped him. "My treat," she offered. "Thanks," Chad replied with a bit of a smile. "I appreciate it." "I'll stay here with him," Andrea offered, "so if he has to make a sudden dash for the ladies room, one of us will be here to go with him." "I'll stay too," Sandy added. She passed on her order to Cassie who in turn handed Sandy the backpack to hold while she was getting their food. Sandy, Andrea, and Chad found some empty tables and pulled two of them together to make one large one. Chad sat down, but he was mentally calculating the fastest route to the large open space below the "Rest Rooms" sign. Despite the fact that it was past the busiest lunch hour time, there were still a lot of people there and a lot of tables in the way. Why couldn't they have chosen a couple of tables right next to the rest rooms? He looked over that way, but all those tables appeared to be taken. He guessed that was the reason, not to mention that none of them had thought of it. He was still waiting for his lunch and still watching the people between him and the rest room when the sudden urge hit him again. "Urrgghh!" he grunted as he bolted out of his seat and made a bee-line toward the bathrooms ahead. "Oh shit!" cried Andrea as she hurried after him. Sandy followed, but much slower. Chad had figured his best route, but someone moved their chair back forcing him to go around that table in the other direction, then a couple of kids playing got in his way, all of it slowing him down in his desperate quest. But he hadn't even gotten halfway through the sea of tables when he suddenly slowed to a defeated walk. He kept going, but it wasn't any longer for the purpose he hoped it would be. He stopped before going through the entrance leading back to the rest rooms. Andrea caught up with him. "Geez! Already?" she gasped a she tried to catch her breath. "I wasn't expecting you to have to go that soon. You haven't even had anything to drink yet!" Only then did she realize that he had not only slowed, he had come to a complete stop. He was still facing the restrooms, but he hadn't bothered to go any further. "Lost again?" she asked as kindly as she could. The look he gave her was all the answer she needed. "I take it that's two down?" Sandy asked as she finally caught up with them. Chad nodded. "I guess I'm going to need another pair," he said discouragingly. "Let's go on into the ladies room," Andrea suggested, "it will be a bit more private there." A few minutes later, all three of them were crowded into one of the stalls in the ladies room where Chad removed his now wet panties and wiped himself clean again. Sandy handed him another pair - yellow again, but these were totally covered in outrageous ruffles. "Aren't they darling?" she asked as she handed them over. Chad looked at them questioningly. He didn't want to admit that just looking at them was turning him on. Once they were pulled into place, he realized that they were thicker than any he had worn so far. Not that it could possible help him in any way. Together, all of them went back out to their tables where the others were just starting to return. "Did he have to go already?" Cassie asked. "He took off like a shot!" Andrea said. "It's a good thing we were here with him." "So how did he do?" Gloria asked. Andrea shook her head. "Not so good," Sandy replied. Chad sat rather dejectedly at the table and Robin soon took the seat right next to him. She passed the lunch he had requested over to him along with a medium sized coke. "Don't forget, you have to drink all of that," she reminded him. "I know," Chad replied sullenly as he picked up a French fry instead. He was now regretting all the coffee he had drank earlier. Drinking anything else now wasn't going to help his cause at all. The talk around the table was light and fun - for the women anyway. None of them however even mentioned Chad and what they were really there for. But as the conversation came to a small lull, Robin turned toward Chad. "You really should have been at work this week! You wouldn't have believed what Ray did!" "Ray?" Chad replied. "I heard he somehow got things mixed up and he thinks I had lost the bet a long time ago." "Not just that," Robin replied, "but..." She went on to tell him, and everyone else, all about Ray... and Derek... and what went on in the company. But what she didn't tell Chad, was that she wasn't just trying to fill him in on what went on. One of her main jobs today was to distract his mind... to keep him from concentrating all the time on whether he had to pee or not - just like any normal situation would be. People didn't go around constantly worrying about whether they had to pee all the time... they had other things to think about instead. This was all part of the testing they had decided on for him. "... So anyway," Robin continued. "After I passed Gloria's little message on to Ray, I went straight down and told everyone! You wouldn't believe what a ruckus the girls made over it!" "Oh, I believe it!" Chad said. "I totally believe it! I know what those women are like." "And I think I can safely say," Gloria added, "that Ray isn't going to give you much trouble anymore. At least... he better not... or he'll answer to me!" There was laughter among the women... but not from Chad. Instead he suddenly let out a rather loud, "Oh shit!" He quickly slid his chair back and glanced down at his skirt. "Damn!" he swore. Angrily, he looked over at Cassie. "I think I'm going to need another pair of those panties you've got." He was very angry at himself. He had missed that one totally! "That's three now," Sandy said to no one in particular. Mel was smiling. "I guess we can chalk another one up for Team Melissa!" Chad didn't notice it, but there were more than a few knowing looks that were passed among the judges. He stood up quickly before the back of his skirt could get any wetter. Now he was going to have to deal with that problem too! "