by Karen Singer
Chapter 39 (Tuesday – week 6 Part 6 of 8)
“Come on,” Mel said as she quickly glanced at the clock, “we’re late! We’ve got to get moving!”
Chad followed her out of the room. He picked up his purse by the door while she headed quickly into the kitchen. Physically, he figured he was ready to go. Mentally, he was definitely not ready!
“Grab your diaper bag,” Mel called from the kitchen. Chad reached down and grabbed the straps to his diaper bag too. Was she planning on changing him at the poker game? He shuddered at the thought! He shuddered again when Mel came back out of the kitchen. “We certainly can’t forget one of these!” Mel declared as she held up one of his empty baby bottles. Chad watched with horror as she put it into her purse. She turned to him with a smile. “Ready?”
Chad was now anything but ready. In a daze, he followed her out of the door, out onto the balcony where anybody in the world could see him and the way he was dressed – but he was too dazed to worry about anyone else seeing him – until he heard the door closing and she was locking it behind him. The guys! All the guys were going to see him dressed – like this! Like a stupid… he didn’t know what. And she was going to insist that he talk in his silly sissy voice. He couldn’t! And she was going to make him drink out of a baby bottle in front of them. He couldn’t! He just couldn’t!
He made it all the way down to her car. I can’t! He made it all the way into her car. I can’t! He managed to get his seatbelt fastened. I can’t! He made it all the way out of the parking lot. I just can’t! “I can’t!” he suddenly screamed – not even trying to use his sissy voice at all. “I can’t!” he pounded his hand against the dashboard. “I just can’t!”
Mel almost had an accident she was so startled by his outburst. “What do you mean, you can’t?” she asked angrily.
“I can’t! I can’t do this! I don’t want the guys to see me like this. I don’t want them to hear me talking like a sissy. And I especially don’t want them to see me drinking from a baby bottle!”
“Tough!” Mel replied, letting him know that she wasn’t going to back down. “They’ll probably get a big kick out of the way you’re dressed.”
Chad thought that was an understatement.
“And it’s time that your friends all figured out that you’re a lot more of a sissy than they realized.”
He looked over at her, and whimpered once again. “I can’t,” he repeated still using his old male voice.
“And you’ve been using your baby bottle in public for a while now. This won’t be all that different!”
“Not all that different?” Chad echoed, totally shocked by what she was suggesting. “It’s very different! Totally different! These are my friends! These are all guys that I know! It’s totally different!”
His tirade actually caught her off guard. She had been prepared for some resistance – she was actually expecting it, but not to the level that he was demonstrating. Her temper was beginning to rise a bit again, but she carefully controlled it by saying nothing. Fortunately, she didn’t have to say anything because she had reached their first destination – the liquor store. She pulled into the parking lot and parked in a space near the door. “Let’s go,” she said with more than a hint of annoyance in her voice.
Chas sat motionless for a moment. Then he banged his hand against the dashboard one more time before he angrily got out of the car and followed her in. The store was brightly lit inside making him feel all too visible the way he was dressed. Fortunately, the store wasn’t busy.
“Grab one of those shopping carts,” Mel directed as she led the way further into the store. Chad grabbed a cart and followed her all the way back to the coolers where the cold beer was kept. “How many are there going to be tonight?” she asked.
“Six including us,” he replied sullenly – and still not in his sissy voice.
She looked at him, not liking his attitude at all. “Watch yourself,” she said angrily, “or I’ll make matters worse!”
Chad didn’t know how things could possibly get much worse. He turned around and pounded his hand against one of the glass cooler doors before he turned back to her again and just looked down at the floor.
Mel was getting more angry by the second, but she couldn’t deal with him here or now. In fact, she didn’t know how she was going to deal with him. “What kind of beer do they like?” she asked. She watched as he looked up at her, then he glanced at all the types of beer chilling in the coolers along the wall. He pushed the cart several doors down, then just pointed. Mel said nothing. She reached inside and pulled out five six-packs of the glass bottles. “This should be enough for tonight,” she said as she handed them to him to load into the cart.
“More than enough,” he replied sullenly, still not bothering to use his sissy voice.
She looked at him angrily again. “What kind of soft drinks do you prefer?” she asked, still carefully controlling her anger.
He just shrugged. “I don’t care.”
Mel shook her head and led the way to one of the aisles in the store. She picked up a large case of Coke that held a dozen cans. She put the heavy case into the cart herself. “Let’s go,” she said, her annoyance with him still obvious in her voice.
Chad realized that the manager of the store had been watching him carefully from the moment he had entered. Tough! There wasn’t anything he could do now about the way he was dressed. Let the guy enjoy the show! One by one, he pulled the drinks out of the cart and put them on the counter. Mel paid for everything, then one by one he put it all back into the cart again. Without another word, he started pushing the cart toward the door – ahead of Mel. He stopped at the door, waiting to see if Mel would open it for him so he could push the cart though. But she didn’t. Instead, she walked up to stand next to him.
“I just noticed something that I forgot about,” she said softly. “That skirt – you have to keep pulling it down because it rides up constantly! I think that may be one of the reasons I never wear it. Anyway, I suggest you pull it down now because your plastic panties are showing underneath!”
Chad was shocked! More than shocked! It was going to be yet one more thing that he was going to have to worry about and deal with. But he was still too angry about other matters. Instead of pulling the skirt down, he simply said, “Tough!” and walked around the cart to angrily open the door himself and pull the cart through.
Mel shook her head as she followed him out of the store. She had a real problem on her hands. A bigger problem than she ever thought she’d have. She pushed the button on her remote to open the car trunk and watched as he put all the liquids inside. Then he simply pushed the cart up back near the store’s entrance before sullenly getting back inside the car.
Mel started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. She headed for the highway that led to the other side of town. “I suggest you get yourself under control!” she threatened.
It was a few moments before Chad could even speak. And then it still wasn’t in his sissy voice. “I can’t!” he complained yet again. “I can’t do this!” There was suddenly a hint of crying in his voice.
“Yes you can!” she argued.
“No I can’t!” he replied. This time, the crying was evident. He slouched over and rested his head on his arm up against the window. “I can’t!” he repeated softly.
Mel looked over at him. He was definitely crying. He was going to ruin all that makeup she had just put on him. But it wasn’t the ruined makeup that was bothering her, it was how upset he was. It wasn’t till then that she realized that he really couldn’t take this next step. It wasn’t in him. She was pushing him too far, and it was her fault, not his! He wasn’t ready for this and there was nothing she could do about it.
But she had to do something! She had to! But what? They were already on the way. She supposed that she could turn around and go home again, but that seemed all wrong. She had to fix it. She had to do something! Fortunately, it was a long drive to where they were going. All she could think about was the fact that she had to do something, she had to fix things somehow. And then it came to her. The answer had been in front of her all day long. It was the same answer to many of the problems that she had to deal with constantly in her life. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted, but it did fill more needs than anything else. She suddenly pulled the car over to the shoulder of the road and stopped short.
Chad went wide eyed and grabbed for anything he could as Mel suddenly pulled the car off the road. The minute she stopped he looked over at her, afraid something else might be seriously wrong. Mel was just looking at him with a very frustrated look on her face.
“Okay… Look!” she said, sounding somewhat exasperated. “I’ll leave the baby bottle in my purse and you can drink your Coke from the can… or a glass if you want! Will that help?”
Chad was actually surprised. He nodded. “But I still can’t…”
Mel pressed on before he could finish. “And here’s what I want you to do instead of talking in your usual sissy voice. Drop the funny letter stuff and just talk more normal but still in the high pitch. Got it? Try to sound more…” But she didn’t quite know what she wanted him to sound like. A woman? Not really. Female? But that was the same thing. She really wanted him to sound like a sissy but that option seemed to be totally out now. Finally she said. “Try to sound more like a girl. You can certainly do that. Not really like a sissy, but a girl! Got it? Can you do that?”
Chad was trying to roll the whole concept around in his head. Trying to figure out just what her proposal meant.
“Look,” she continued, “I promise I’ll make them all understand so none of them will think anything worse about you. I promise! Now can you do that?”
They won’t think anything worse? “How?” he asked, clearly not believing her.
She shook her head. “I don’t know yet. But trust me, I’ll figure something out. I’m good at things like that.”
Chad had no doubt about that. But if he went there – in front of all his friends – in front of all the guys – talking like… a girl? Could he really do it? And what kind of girl… a grown up girl, or a little girl? He was afraid to even ask that question. And even if she said she could make them understand and not think worse of him? He just wasn’t sure. “A girl?” he finally asked, still speaking in his male voice.
She nodded. She was making progress now and she knew it. She was starting to get through to him. “Try it,” she suggested.
“A girl?” Chad repeated, this time in his high pitched voice.
Mel smiled at him. “Right! You’ve got it! It will be easy! Now can you do it?”
Chad still wasn’t sure. He shook his head. “Maybe,” he finally replied, again using the high pitched voice.
“I need more than maybe,” Mel said. “I need you to definitely commit to doing this. I’m taking away the baby bottle and letting you drop the parts that make you sound like a total sissy, and I’m going to explain things when I get there so that they’ll all understand. But I need you to meet me halfway. I need you to commit to your part too. Now can you do it?”
Chad looked at her and considered it. It was still going to be difficult. He’d be doing it in front of all the guys! But they had all seen the way he was dressing all the time now at work. They all knew that much at least. Would this be that much more? He looked down at the floor of the car. “Okay,” he replied – in the high pitched voice. “Yes, Mistwess.” The sissy pronunciation just came out automatically.
Mel felt nothing but relief. “Good!” she replied. She started to put her blinker on to pull back into traffic again, but she stopped herself and looked back at him again. “And for tonight – and I mean only just for tonight – you can call me Mel and not Mistress. Okay?”
Chad felt nothing but elation. He hadn’t even thought about that part. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied happily. Then he realized that he could have called her Mel. “I mean… Yes, Mel.” He smiled broadly.
Mel just shook her head. She wasn’t totally happy about the situation, but it seemed like it was going to work. Actually, she had never intended to make him drink from the baby bottle, she had only wanted to tease him… and perhaps threaten him with it if he didn’t behave – perfectly. Her big problem now was that she was going to have to find a way to explain his silly voice. She carefully pulled back out into traffic as she mulled the situation over in her head. Thirty seconds later, it hit her. She suddenly knew exactly why she, just as much as Sissy, had to be at that game tonight! Happier than she had been in a while she turned slightly to him. “You need to practice talking in your girly voice. Tell me about everyone who’s going to be there.”
His ‘girly’ voice? He supposed that was as good a description as any. “Well, besides you and me, George will be there of course. It’s his house. His kids are aww gwown now,” he paused as he realized he had slipped back into his sissy voice. “I mean they’re all grown now… and have moved away so his wife leaves to visit them once in a while. When she’s gone, he likes to howd these poka games.”
“So he’s an older guy?” Mel asked.
“Kind of,” Chad replied. He was trying to be careful to not mispronounce any words as he spoke – and it was proving more difficult than he thought. He was so used to pronouncing things like a sissy when he used his high pitched voice that this was actually difficult. The high pitch was the same, but everything else wasn’t!
“Go on,” Mel encouraged.
“Then there’s Steve. I don’t know Steve very well at all since he’s George’s friend. And I don’t know why he goes to these games all the time. He’s married. I get the impression that he just likes getting out of the house without his wife. But I really don’t know much about him.” Chad was actually proud of himself. He thought he had gotten through that much without any of his sissy sounds.
“So he’s one you don’t know as well?”
“Yeah,” Chad replied. “And then there’s Derek, of course. “I’ve known him since High School, but we weren’t friends there. He was a year ahead of me in school. We didn’t really become good friends till I went to work for the company and came across him one day. He’s away a lot for the company. He says that’s why his wife divorced him, she wanted him home all the time. He spent a few nights on our couch right after she threw him out and he found his own place.
“So he’s a pretty good friend then?”
“Yeah, he’s a real good guy.”
“But he cheated on his wife.”
“No! No he didn’t! His wife just hated that he was gone all the time. But that’s part of his job!” He paused for a moment before adding. “I’m pretty sure he makes way more than I do.”
“And his wife still threw him out?”
“Yeah. It’s a shame he got divorced because he really is a nice guy. Not like Ray.”
“Yeah, Ray! I’ve know Ray for a long time too. We were pretty close for a while, but…”
“Well… I guess you could say that Ray likes the ladies. I guess he’s what you would consider a ‘real ladies man’.”
“Not like you,”
It was sad to admit. “No, not like me.”
“So, tell me about Ray.”
“Well, there was this one time when he was engaged to marry someone…”
“He was engaged?”
“And married – several times.”
“I see. Go ahead.”
“Well, while he was engaged to this one woman, he was over at my house by himself one day and… and he asked me to cover for him in case the one he was engaged to called him. And then he left.”
“What do you mean?”
“He went out with another woman while he was engaged to the first one! His marriages don’t usually last too long.”
“I’m not surprised. Not at all!”
Chad happened to glance down toward his lap at that point and noticed a patch of white – covered by the childish pattern on his plastic panties. He also saw an inch of the girdle over top. Shit!