Tuesday, July 31, 2012

The Bet - Chapter 53 (Tuesday – Week 8 Part 6 of 10)

The Bet
By Karen Singer

Chapter 53 (Tuesday – Week 8 Part 6 of 10)

     Since he had taken so long with Cassie, he stopped at a drive-thru to get something quick to eat – but not drink.  Then he drove straight to a convenience store where he had to brave getting out of the car to buy a large bottle of water so he could refill all the bottles he had drank already today.  Unfortunately, it was lunchtime.  And the place was fairly busy.  As Chad got out of his car, he worried about how silly he felt going into the store dressed the way he was.  But there was no help for it.  He had to get more water to refill his baby bottles – like it or not. 
     He attracted a lot of attention as he walked into the store.  He attracted just as much attention as he made his way through the store, then back again to the cash registers.  But it wasn’t until he had paid and left the store that he attracted one piece of attention that scared him nearly to death.  All the people already in the store ahead of him had forced him to park his car away from the front door.  It wasn’t a long walk to his car but it was further than he was happy about.  He was a lot less happy when his way back was suddenly blocked by a large rough looking young guy.
      “Look what we got here!” the dirty guy said as he planted himself directly in Sissy’s path, stopping him from going any further.
     Chad instantly grew frightened.  He grew more frightened as two more of the guy’s friends suddenly made an appearance.  He unconsciously hugged his purse and the bottle of water he had just bought to his chest.
      “Now this is what I call, an opportunity,” the guy said leeringly.
      “P… please!” Chad managed to get out.  “I need to get to work.”  He tried to go around the guy, but the guy side stepped right in front of him again.
     The guy laughed, but he didn’t move to let Sissy pass.  “You need to go to work all right!  You need to get to work on me! 
     Chad took a step back, horrified by what the guy wanted.  “No…” he moaned.  He couldn’t retreat any further because the two friends were suddenly blocking the way behind him.  He was surrounded!
      “Come on… girly guy.  You know you want what I got.  And trust me, I got all you can possibly take.”
     Chad again searched for a way out, but he didn’t see any.  “No!” he said again.  “I don’t!”
      “You don’t what?” the guy asked menacingly.  He took a bold step closer to Sissy so that he towered right over top of him.  “I’ll tell you what you don’t.  You don’t come down here, dressed for business, into my neighborhood… not without doing what I want!”
     Chad panicked!  He headed as fast as he could between two of them, trying to get to his car before things could get any worse.  But he didn’t get far before two of them grabbed him roughly and started dragging him further down the sidewalk.  Chad struggled for all he was worth, but getting free seemed impossible.  The stupid super high heels he was wearing only made trying to get away that much more impossible. 
     He struggled all the way, wondering why nobody would bother to help him.  They had already dragged him past his own car, almost to the end of the parking lot where a large dirty looking car was parked.  Desperately, he screamed “No!” one more time.  And miraculously, his scream seemed to be echoed by a loud short blast from a siren. 
     The men who had grabbed him suddenly let go as a police car squealed to a stop nearby.  Frightened out of his wits, Chad tore himself from between his captors and ran for his car.  He fumbled desperately in his purse to find his keys, but by the time the policeman had gotten very far out of his car, Chad had gotten into his, where he immediately locked his door.  He was still shaking as he laid his forehead against his steering wheel and sighed with relief.  When he looked up a few moments later, he saw the policeman chasing the boys off toward their car.  A moment later, he came directly over to Chad’s car where he knocked politely on the driver side window.  Chad let the window down – partially.
      “You okay?” the policeman asked.
     Chad couldn’t reply verbally, so he nodded.
     The policeman seemed to stare at him for a few moments.  Then said, “I’ll move my car and you can get out of here.”
     Again, Chad nodded, but it was a very grateful nod.  Had the policeman noticed what he was wearing?  Had he even noticed that he wasn’t a woman?  He couldn’t be sure about either.  But one thing he was sure of, the policeman hadn’t detained him at all and a minute later, he was carefully pulling out of the parking lot and back into traffic.  He was too scared to drive fast, mostly because the policeman wasn’t far behind him, but he did go straight back to work. 
     He parked his car and anxiously pulled his diaper bag, his purse, the bottle of water he had bought, and his lunch out of the car.  Then he hurried into the building as fast as the heels on his feet would let him go – which was much slower than he would have liked.  Even though he had been delayed by so much during lunch, he was glad to see that he was still early enough that not many people were around to see him hurrying back into the building or through the halls.  He nearly collapsed into his chair the moment he got to it.  His feet hurt from the shoes he had been hurrying in, but that was such a minor thing compared to everything else, he hardly gave it a thought.
     First things first though, and that wasn’t lunch.  He quickly pulled out all the empty baby bottles and filled them from the large bottle of water.  He noticed that his hands were still shaking a bit as he did it.  He was lucky he didn’t spill any.  Again there was some water left in the big bottle when he was done.  He set it on his desk next to the bottle he had bought yesterday.  Did he have enough between both bottles so that he wouldn’t have to buy another one tomorrow?  Sadly, he didn’t think so. 
     He pulled his lunch out of his bag and sat down – and stared at it.  He was still a bit shaken from his encounter a little while ago.  Could he eat?  He finally decided he could – and that he better.  His lunch was the only meal he got anymore that wasn’t baby food.  But the moment he took his first bite, Robin passed by his cubicle on her way back from her lunch.  “Sissy!  What are you doing?”
     With his mouth full of food, Chad looked up at her… and tried to find the words.  But he couldn’t.
     It took Robin about three seconds to realize that the look on Sissy’s face wasn’t normal.  “What happened?” she asked quickly.
     Chad swallowed what was in his mouth and finally found the ability to speak.  “I was…”  But he was what?  Attacked?  Molested?  Not really any of those.  “These guys… at the store… they grabbed me outside… and… the police…”
      “The what?”  Robin was shocked!  And though she didn’t realize it, totally concerned!  “For heaven’s sake, start at the beginning!  And don’t leave anything out!  Tell me everything!”
     Chad’s words stumbled at first, but the telling grew easier the longer he talked.  But remembering it made him start shaking again.
      “My God!” Robin exclaimed as she went over and hugged his head to her chest.  “And the police didn’t ask you anything?”
      “Only if I was all right,” Chad replied.  Now that he had told it, he was starting to feel better.
      “At least you’re out of there and safe,” Robin said. 
     Chad nodded and she stepped back again.  “I’m fine,” Chad said, sounding more confident than he felt.  “It’s over and I’m fine.  Totally!”
     Robin was a bit dubious.  If it were her, she would have taken the entire afternoon off!  Maybe the rest of the week!  “You’re sure?” she asked. 
     Chad nodded.  “Yeah, I’m sure.”
     Robin backed up more towards the entrance to his cubicle, and noticed again his lunch that was sitting on his desk – uneaten.  “Go back and finish your lunch,” she told him.  “I’ll check with you again in a few minutes.”
      “Thanks,” Chad said, really meaning it.  He wanted to thank her for caring too, but he said nothing about that.  He reached for his sandwich and took another bite.
     Robin stayed where she was for a moment and realized something.  “Where’s your drink?”
      “I didn’t get one,” Chad replied.
     Robin walked back and pulled one of the freshly filled bottles out of his diaper bag and handed it to him.  “You need something to drink with your meal.”  Then she turned and walked out.  But foremost on her mind was telling Mel what had happened.
     Chad leaned back in his chair for a moment and closed his eyes, trying to throw off the last of his fear and tension from the encounter a little while earlier.  He put the bottle to his mouth and sucked on it as he usually did.  As much as he didn’t want it, or need it, he found sucking on the bottle… comforting.
     Robin opened up her email program instead of phoning Mel.  She figured email would be better because Mel was often so busy, and secondly, so that she herself could compose her thoughts better.  As best as she could remember, she put down everything that Sissy had told her.  And she did her best to reassure Mel that Sissy was perfectly alright now that it was over.  After she had sent the message, she went back to see Sissy again.
     He was just finishing his lunch, but his bottle wasn’t quite done yet.  “You’re sure you’re alright?” she asked.  “Totally over it?”
     Chad nodded.  “Yeah.  I’m over it.  No problems.”
     Robin smiled.  She was glad to hear it.  “Then get up and tell me properly!”
     The fast turnaround caught Chad by surprise.  But he quickly got to his feet, curtseyed and said, “I’m fine now.”  Then he curtseyed again to show that he was done talking.
      “And where does your thumb belong when you’re not talking?” Robin asked.
     Chad slowly brought his right thumb up to his mouth and sucked on it.  He was only surprised because Robin hadn’t mentioned sucking his thumb earlier in the day – before she had taped his shoes to his hands.
     Robin smiled.  She had a reason for getting him back to behaving like a sissy.  And it wasn’t just because it was how she wanted to deal with him.  She had told Mel all about what had happened, but in order to reassure Mel that he really was back to normal again, she wanted to take some pictures of him – back to normal again.  “Sit down and take your shoes off,” she ordered.    Ten minutes later, Chad’s hands were once again taped into his shoes, and he was once again tied to his chair with his feet tied up under the chair.  And once again, he was struggling slowly to conquer the email he had typed so quickly earlier that morning.
     Robin disappeared again for a minute and came back with her phone again and took some pictures of him.  Then she went back to her desk and emailed the pictures to Mel.

     It was almost an hour before Mel had a few minutes to check her email.  When she did, she was surprised to see three emails from Robin – the second of which the subject said “Trouble!”  Not wanting to open that one yet, she turned to the first one where she delighted in seeing Sissy tied to the chair trying to type with the shoes stuck to his hands.  If she wasn’t so worried about that other email, she would have laughed and spent more time with it.  Without pausing long, she turned to the bad one.  She was shocked at Robin’s description of what had happened to Sissy during lunch.  Shocked and very concerned.  She picked up her phone and dialed Sissy’s number as she was still opening the last email. 
     She waited for Sissy to answer but his phone just kept ringing.  She didn’t let it ring very long because Robin’s last email showed her why he couldn’t answer it.  She hung up and called Robin instead.  “Robin?  What happened?”
      “I was guessing it was you calling when I heard Sissy’s phone ringing,” Robin replied. 
      “Yeah, but I see from your last email why he couldn’t answer it.  I love it by the way.  But I just wanted to check again to make sure everything’s okay.”
      “As far as I can tell, he’s completely all right.  No problems.  As I said in my email, he was pretty shaken up when he got back from lunch, but he got over it fast enough.”
      “Good.  Keep an eye on him for me please and let me know if anything else comes up.”
      “Don’t worry, I intend on keeping a very close watch on him today.”
      “Good.  Thanks.  By the way, how do you like his outfit today?”
      “Oh God!  I still can’t believe you did that!”
      “How’s it going for him… I mean dressing like that?” Mel asked.
      “I can tell you this, it’s awfully embarrassing for him.  The whole company’s having a field day with it.”
      “Yeah, I can imagine,” Mel replied.
      “You don’t sound too thrilled about it,” Robin said.  “Isn’t that why you dressed him that way to begin with?”
      “Yeah…  Kind of.  I’m really wanting to know how far I can push things with what he wears to work.”
      “What do you mean?”
      “Well, I have some other things I’d like to dress him in, but I know they’d be… let’s just say really out there.”
      “You’re worried he may be even more noticeable?”
      “That would be an understatement.”
      “I’m not sure what to tell you.  Personally, I love what he’s wearing.  So do all the other women here.  Well, most of them anyway.  There’s a few who are a little upset because it’s really very inappropriate.”  She chuckled a bit.  “He’s also got a few who are very jealous too!”
      “Jealous?  That was one reaction I hadn’t figured on!”
      “What can I say?  He’s got a better figure than I do!  We’ll leave it at that.”
      “Oh…  Robin I hadn’t intended…”
      “Don’t worry about it.  I think it’s great – for him.”
      “Good.  So what do you think?  Do I dare try anything else for him to wear?”
      “Like I said, I don’t know.  I have no idea what you have in mind.”
      “I’m not sure I do either.  I’ll just have to think about it – now more than ever in light of what happened to him at lunch.”
      “That may be a good idea,” Robin agreed.  “Besides, I still have that pregnancy baby t-shirt here and all the paper dolls just waiting for him to play with.”
      “Yeah,” Mel agreed.  “I enjoyed those pictures too – a lot!”
      “By the way,” Robin said, “what he’s trying to type is an email to you concerning your bet.  I’m not going to tell you what’s in it, but I’ll warn you, I think he has some really good questions.  Hopefully, he’ll finish it before the end of the day.  If not, it may be tomorrow before you get it.”
      “I’ll look forward to seeing it… I think.  Good questions?  As strange as it sounds, he’s got a really good head on his shoulders – sometimes.  I have no doubt he can come up with some interesting questions.  I’ll just have to deal with then when I see them.”
      “Great Mel, and thanks for calling.  It was good to talk to you for a change.”
      “Same here, Robin.  And keep up the great work!”

Friday, July 27, 2012

The Bet - Chapter 53 (Tuesday – Week 8 Part 5 of 10)

The Bet
By Karen Singer

Chapter 53 (Tuesday – Week 8 Part 5 of 10)

     Carefully press down on the “shift” key with the left heel and don’t let it slip off… and even more carefully, press down on the “I” key with the other.  There!  An upper case “I” typed perfectly.  Now for the next letter.  Fortunately, he wouldn’t be typing any more upper case letters for a little bit.  Typing with the shoes once again taped to his hands was very difficult.  Any letters requiring him to use both shoes at the same time were much more difficult. 
     Of course, he didn’t appreciate it at all when Robin had deleted everything he had written before the break – just because he had been standing up when he typed.  So he was sitting down now and the angle made everything that much more difficult.  Hitting the “space” bar between words was the easiest thing he did. 
     He didn’t know where Robin had gotten off to.  After break, she had deleted what he had written, made him sit down, and taped the shoes to his hands again.  Then she had said she would be back in a few minutes, but that had been a while ago now.  He was fairly sure she hadn’t gone back to her desk, so he had no idea where she had gone.  Oops!  He had slipped while typing the letter “t.”  When he typed with his hands and missed like that, he usually called it “fat fingered.”  What did you call it when you were typing with the heels of your shoes?

     Robin was once again searching the inner reaches of the supply room.  She needed a way to keep Sissy in his seat so she wouldn’t have to worry about him getting up when she wasn’t watching.  Her first thought was to use the tape she usually used on him – that would have been easy.  But she knew the skirt he was wearing wasn’t his and the tape would ruin that – and those beautiful stockings he was wearing.  And today she didn’t want to mess up any of what he had on.
     So tape was out.  But what else was there?  She had been sure from the start that the supply room wouldn’t happen to have any decent rope lying around – yes she had checked for that first.  Now she was opening cabinet after cabinet – searching the shelves for… inspiration.  And in the dimmest part of the back of the room, she found what she needed – in the back of a lower shelf filled with… junk.  It was a ball of coarse twine like they used to use for tying up packages.  In fact, it looked so old that for a minute she thought that’s exactly what it had been used for.  But she grabbed it anyway and hurried back to their desks.
     Chad was so startled by Robin hurrying back into his cubicle that he fat fingered another letter – or was that fat heeled?  “Hold up for a minute,” Robins said a bit breathlessly as she started trying to figure out how she was going to tie him into his chair.  She pulled out the end of the string and tied it off to the arm of his chair.  Then she pulled it over his lap and under the other chair arm. 
      “This isn’t necessary,” Chad started to say. 
      “I didn’t ask you,” Robin replied.  “And knowing you, it’s entirely necessary.  So shut up and let me finish.”
     She brought the twine tightly around the bottom of the chair, up under the first arm, then tightly around his lap and down the other side.  She wrapped three layers before she tied it off to the same arm of his chair.  With his hands taped into his shoes, he wasn’t going to be able to untie the simple knots she had tied.  He was stuck there till she released him.  “There!” she declared.  “That should hold you for a while.” 
     She stood back to survey what she had done for a moment.  She hadn’t cut the twine off so that the rest of the twine ball was now laying on the floor under his chair.  As she was congratulating herself, she saw him push his chair back with his feet so he could look at her better.  And it bothered her that he did.
      “I wasn’t going anywhere,” he complained.
      “I didn’t ask you,” she replied.  “Besides, if it’s one thing I’ve learned about you in the last few weeks, you’re too childish to be trusted if left alone too long.”
     But the fact that he had pushed his chair back still bothered her.  She walked up to him and turned his chair back around again, facing his desk.  Then she grabbed the ball of twine from the floor.  Next she grabbed his right ankle.  She lifted his ankle as high up against the underside of the chair as she could and tied it off there with the twine.  Then she brought the twine back over his lap to the other side of the chair and did the same with his other ankle.  Then, just because she could, she tied the twine tightly between his two ankles.  Now he couldn’t get out of the chair… and he couldn’t even move the chair – not with his legs at least.  She pushed him – in his chair, tightly up against his desk.  “Now you can keep working – and I don’t have to worry about you getting up at all.”
     She surveyed her work for a minute and finally walked off happily.
     Chad was still stunned.  Robin seemed to have this thing for tying him up.  He hadn’t realized that about her before.  He wondered if she realized it herself – probably not.  It wouldn’t be the type of thing she was used to doing in her everyday life.  Or so he thought.  But now he was still faced with the task of copying what he had written to Mel earlier that morning – so quickly and easily with his hands.  Robin had pushed him tightly up against his desk.  Too tightly.  Tight enough that it made working more difficult.  He pushed with his arms a bit and managed to back his chair up a few inches.  Much better. 
     Once again he set about his task.  But he didn’t get far before Robin was back again.  She quickly pulled his chair away from his desk, and handed him another baby bottle to drink.  Just grabbing the bottle between both shoes was difficult – just as it was trying to get the thing up to his mouth properly and hold it there.  Robin left again, but not for long.  She came back a minute later with her cell phone and started taking picture after picture of him tied to his chair, while trying to hold onto his bottle with his hands taped inside his shoes. 
      “When you finish that thing, don’t go anywhere,” she teased.  “Just sit there quietly.  I’ll be back to check on you later.”  After watching him struggling with his bottle for a few moments, she finally left him alone and went back to her own desk.  Unlike him, she had work to get done.  And she had put it off way too long.

     Ray’s mind was on Mel, the rich lawyer woman, as he leaned back to take a small break.  She had put him off yesterday, but you don’t give up on a woman that fast – especially not if she’s rich – not to mention awfully good looking.  Without thinking any more about it, he picked up his phone and called Mel.  But he only got as far as Andrea.
      “I’m sorry, but she’s busy with clients.  And they’re all backed up.  I can have her call you when she gets a chance, but that’s all I can suggest today.”
     Ray was a bit angry that he couldn’t talk to Mel right away, but he understood.  She was a lawyer.  She had to be busy.  “Yeah.  Please.  First chance she gets.”  He hung up the phone.  She was busy.  Well, hopefully she would call back soon.
     It wasn’t till nearly lunchtime when he did hear from her. 
      “Hi Ray.  Sorry I couldn’t get back to you sooner.”
      “That’s all right,” Ray replied.  “I’d gladly sit around all day waiting on a beautiful sexy woman like you.”
     Mel actually blushed at his line – and he probably would wait around for a sexy woman.  But her?  “I’m afraid I’m really busy today,” she replied, trying to brush off his comment.  “What can I do for you?”
      “Go to lunch with me… or dinner… or anything!  Just do it soon!”
     Mel laughed, and at the same time, remembered Derek.  “Oh Ray, I’d love to, but I can’t.  Not now.  Probably not for another week – at least.  Things are just too… crazy right now.  I’m sure you understand.”
     Ray was disappointed, but he had tried.  “You know I’m going to keep bugging you till you do go out with me,” he said.
      “You shouldn’t have to bug me too much,” Mel replied.  “I want to go out with you.  It’s just that, right now, things are complicated.”
      “Sure they are,” Ray replied, not really believing it.  “But things are never too complicated to take a little while to enjoy yourself.”
     Mel grunted.  “You don’t know my secretary.  She can be a real slave driver!”  As she said that, she looked up to see Andrea in the doorway raising her eyebrows.  “Look Ray, I still want to go out with you, but I can’t right now.  That’s all I can say.”
      “Okay, I understand,” Ray replied.  “But I’m going to keep calling.”
      “Good!” Mel replied.  “Please keep trying.”
      “Slave driver?” Andrea asked as Mel hung up her phone and she walked into her office.
     Mel laughed.  “What would you call it?  I don’t know how many clients I talked to this morning, and I’m sure you’ve got just as many lined up for this afternoon.  Do I even have time for lunch today?”
     Andrea smiled, but it was a strained smile.  “Not really, but I booked you forty-five minutes anyway.”
      “Good!  Do me a favor, call Gloria for me and tell her to order lunch for me.  She’ll know what I like.  And warn her that I’ll be in a hurry.” 
      “You’ll be in even more of a hurry if you don’t get in with your next client!  Room number three!”

     Type, type, type.  Sort of.  Actually it was more like figure out which heel to use to hit which key, then try to do it without screwing up – too badly.  It was amazing how difficult Robin could make out of something that should be so easy.  But at least he was making progress – again.  Now if only Robin wouldn’t delete everything like she did before!
     He didn’t hear her coming.  He didn’t know she was even there till she strode into his cubicle and announced, “Bottle time.”  He suddenly felt his chair being pulled backwards again, away from his desk.  She held out his baby bottle for him and watched as he carefully manipulated the shoes on his hands to grab the thing.  “When you’re done with that,” she told him, “I’ll start untying you so you can go to lunch.”
     Chad watched her walk out again.  And then he watched the empty opening to his cubicle.  He watched the opening because his chair was turned in that direction and he had no way to move it.  What if someone else came in to see him?  He would be on total display for anyone to see.  And he couldn’t move or do anything about it.  Robin had definitely seen to that.  As he drank his bottle, he noticed himself peeing yet again.  Most of the time, he never realized he was doing it anymore.  Why should he?  With all the liquids he was getting all the time now, how could he possibly even think about holding back?  As far as he could tell, he had no control anymore – of anything.  At least while they kept forcing the liquids down his throat.  If they would stop for a while, he had no doubt he could get all his control back – and quickly!  He knew that for a fact!  At least… he hoped so.  Because if he couldn’t, then Mel would win this bet all too easily. 
     Fortunately, he knew the facts.  And more fortunately, he knew his own body – and how it would react.  It was impossible for Mel to win.  He hoped.

     Cindy saw Sissy’s car pull into the parking lot just as it always did each day at lunchtime.  But today, she didn’t even try to think of some way to tease him, or even something witty to say to him.  What would be the point?  Not as long as Cassie said she still couldn’t play with him… or rather change his diapers for him.  Maybe next week, but not this week. 
     Since he held a little less interest for her today, she wasn’t looking at the door when he opened it and walked in.  She didn’t look up till the door had already closed behind him.  And when she did look, her jaw dropped wide open.  “Oh… My… God!”
     Chad curtseyed and said hello to her.  “Will you please get Cassie for me?” he asked. 
     But Cindy was too fixated on staring at his outfit.  She hardly even heard him.  “I love it!” she declared.  “That outfit would be so perfect!”
     Chad wasn’t sure what his outfit would be perfect for.  He didn’t even really want to know.  “Um… Cassie,” he prompted. 
     But Cindy still wasn’t listening.  “Where did you get those garters?” she asked as she leaned forward over the counter so she could see better.  “My boyfriend would go absolutely wild over them!”  But then her expression changed as she noticed something odd.  “Um…  What’s hanging down below your skirt?”
     Chad looked down.  He had felt it as he walked from his desk to the car.  He had felt it during the short drive over from the office.  And he had felt it as he walked from his car into the gym.  He had no doubt as to what was showing.  He tried to pull his skirt down lower, but he quickly realized it wouldn’t go any lower.  Pulling it down would do no good.  “Um…”
      “Sissy… is that … your diapers showing below your skirt?”
      “How on earth can they hang down that low?”
      “Can you please just get Cassie?”
     But Cindy was already coming out from behind the counter.  Without bothering to ask, she immediately knelt down right in front of him, and after looking closer, pulled up on his very tight skirt – revealing the white open bottom girdle he was wearing underneath.  She was momentarily startled because it wasn’t what she was expecting to see under his skirt.  But it was obvious from just a quick look that she couldn’t pull the girdle up like she did his skirt.  She bent down to look up under the girdle opening better.  The entire space between his legs was packed with his plastic panties and diapers pushing down.  “My God!” she exclaimed.  “How did they get like that?”
     But instead of answering, Chad just backed away and pulled his skirt down into place again.  “Will you please get Cassie for me?  As you can see, I really need changing.”
     Cindy got up from her knees still in shock.  “You can say that again.  Wait right there!” 
     The receptionist was back with Cassie faster than usual.  They both looked like they had been hurrying.  But the moment Cassie caught sight of him, she stopped dead, unable to believe what she was seeing.  “Um… Wow!  What an outfit!” she finally exclaimed.  Then she seemed to get more control of herself.  “Cindy says that your diapers are about ready to explode if we don’t change you real soon.”
     Chad nodded.  “That’s pretty much the case.”
      “Well let’s get you back there then, and fast!”
     As Chad followed her back through the room full of exercising women, most of them stopped what they were doing just to look at him.  Two of them called, “Hi Sissy!” as he walked past.  He knew he was blushing furiously before he got back to the little office where Cassie changed him. 
     Cassie knelt down on the floor with his diaper bag to start unloading the supplies, but she glanced up at him as she was opening the bag, and she stopped… and stared again.  “Damn!  I can see your plastic panties hanging down below your skirt!  How can they do that?  Are your diapers falling off?”
     Instead of simply removing his skirt, since it was so tight, Chad pulled the bottom of it up to expose his open bottom girdle.  “No,” he replied.  “At least, not quite.  This girdle is so tight they can’t expand in any other direction except down.  And since the bottom is totally open, there’s nothing to stop them.”
     Cassie shook her head in disbelief.  “Amazing,” she muttered before going back to work.  “Do you need some help undressing?” she asked without looking up at him.
      “I think I can get it,” Chad replied.  “It may just take me a little longer.”  It actually took him almost twice as long as usual to get undressed, just to have his diaper changed.  But eventually, he was once again nursing on yet another bottle as Cassie marveled over how loaded, and misshapen, his diapers were. 
     She quickly inserted three fresh diapers under him before she cleaned him up.  Then she had him roll over so she could do his other side.  That was the part that Chad really liked.  And once again, he had very good reason to like it.  Between her initial teasing and the feel of her toy inside his backside, he was once again pumping for all he was worth, trying vainly to reach that unobtainable pinnacle called an orgasm.  That one peak that made every little bit of humiliation he went through worth it.  But as usual, he soon realized that the impossible was simply that.  Impossible!  He thought he had experienced it once with Mel, but now he was fairly certain he had imagined it.  Unfortunately.  Still, it was the closest thing to full sex that he was now capable of, especially since his old sex tool was still so totally locked up and denied to his touch.
     When he had finally stopped, Cassie pulled her toy out and again faked putting one of the suppositories up inside of him.  He never looked back at her.  He seemed to be that resigned to them.  All the easier for her to fool him. 
     As soon as he felt her finger coming out of him again after inserting one of the dreaded suppositories, he rolled back over – and got a small shock as he set his backside down on the fresh diapers.  They weren’t so fresh anymore!  He could feel that they were already a little damp – and they were disposable diapers!  How much had he wet them without knowing it while Cassie was playing with him?  He mused over that as Cassie began fastening the diapers and he once again nursed on his latest baby bottle.  He wasn’t sure if he was more worried that he hadn’t realized he was peeing, or that he didn’t seem to have any control at all anymore, or that the very thought that it had happened like it did seemed to stimulate his sexual excitement all that much more. 
     Getting dressed took longer than getting undressed.  Cassie was kind enough to help him attach his stockings in the back.  Chad was glad because lining up the seams so they were straight was particularly difficult if he did it by himself.  He immediately felt the relief of not having the huge heavy bulk of his diapers hanging down between his legs – at least not down further than usual. But he knew it was only a temporary feeling.  In a few hours he’d probably be worried about them showing once again.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

The Bet - Chapter 53 (Tuesday – Week 8 Part 4 of 10)

The Bet
By Karen Singer

Chapter 53 (Tuesday – Week 8 Part 4 of 10)

     As he walked, he felt the tug, tug, tug on his garters with each awkward step he took in the very high heels he was wearing.  He felt the pressure against the inside of his legs from the bulky diapers that now were starting to show below his girdle.  He felt himself peeing again from the worry of what he was about to do.  He saw only a few people in the hallways, none of them were anywhere close to him – fortunately.  But he had no doubt that every last one of them stopped to stare at him. 
     And there was the break room door just ahead.  Closed… for now.  He wanted to run so badly!  But running away wasn’t an option.  He almost laughed to himself.  He especially wouldn’t be running in the shoes he was wearing.  But the little bit of personal humor did nothing to dispel the feeling of total nervousness that he felt.
     Robin stopped at the entrance to the break room, but she didn’t open the door.  “I’ve been thinking about this since we left your desk a few minutes ago,” she said to him.  “And I think I’ll give you a choice.”
     Chad was instantly interested.  Was there a way out of this dilemma?  A way where he wouldn’t have to go in there?
      “You can either go in there just the way you are now – without pulling your skirt back down… or… you can pull your skirt down… and go in there acting like you’re happy and proud of what you’re wearing and you want to show it off.  Personally, I think you should act like you’re proud.  You’re the one who came into work dressed that way.  Somewhere inside, you’ve got to want to show it all off.  But the choice is yours.  And don’t try to pull that skirt down and not act happy about it all, because you know I’ll make your life far more miserable than it already is!”
     Chad heard all her words.  But what came through most loud and clear, was that he was going to have to go in there – no matter what.  He finally decided that it would look better if he pulled his skirt down to cover up his embarrassing girdle and diapers.  He bent down and wiggled his tight skirt back into place.  Then he stood up again and looked down at what he had done.  Pulling the skirt down did nothing to hide the embarrassing bows on his garter belt. 
      “Ready?” Robin asked him.
     He couldn’t speak, but he nodded. 
      “Then hold your head up and put a smile on your face.”
     Chad did his best to smile and look happy, but it wasn’t easy.  Not at all.
      “And when we get in there, you can get me a cup of coffee too.  And make sure both cups are full!”  Before he could react, she pushed the door open and walked through. 
     Chad was left standing where he was.  The door was closing behind her, but he forced himself to take a step forward and catch the door, which put him right in the doorway, as if it was a picture frame for him and him alone.  He saw Robin walking straight toward the women’s table… and he saw every woman who he had ever seen at that table in there looking straight at him.  He felt himself peeing yet again at the embarrassment as he forced himself to stand up straight and walk over toward the coffee pots as if there was nothing at all wrong in the world.  Yeah right!
     Robin didn’t have to turn around to know when Sissy had entered the room.  Every woman – and all the men at the other tables – were looking all too incredulously at him.  Some of the women were craning their necks because she herself was in their line of sight.  But as she got nearer, she saw the direction each of them were looking gradually move more and more in the direction of the coffee pots. 
      “Oh my God!” one of the women exclaimed.  “There are bows in the back too!”
      “Geez!  I heard, but I didn’t believe,” another woman exclaimed softly. 
      “I still don’t believe it,” another one replied.
     Robin found one of the seats that they had saved for her – right at the middle of the table.  There was another empty one too, obviously waiting for Sissy – if they ever let him sit down.
      “Look at his shoes!” another woman said.  “They’re gorgeous!  But I wouldn’t want to wear something like that to work.”
      “I don’t know,” another woman replied.  “I see a lot of the girls who come in here as summer help and they often wear heels that high.”
      “Yeah, but they’re all young kids!”
      “I’m just jealous,” another woman added.  “He’s got a figure I’d die for!”
      “It’s the belt,” someone replied.  “He’s just showing off!”
      “You’re telling me?” someone else said.  “Everything he’s wearing is showing off!”
      “Well, I guess if you’ve got it, you should flaunt it.  And right now, it looks like he’s flaunting it!”
      “A little too much, if you ask me!” someone chimed in.
      “Is it my imagination, or his he walking funny?” someone else asked.
      “It’s probably the shoes.  I doubt I could walk in them at all!”
     Robin took all the comments in with interest.  Yes, there was no doubt.  Everyone would be talking even more about Sissy after this.
     Chad couldn’t hear what the women were saying, but he did know they were all staring at him and talking about him.  Actually, he figured he was glad he couldn’t hear them.  He carefully poured two cups of coffee and carried them over to the table.  As he was carrying the coffee, he realized that having to hold the cups the way he was kept his arms away from his body – and especially away from everything below his waist.  There was no way he could hide anything about what he was wearing.  As if that was even possible!
     Trying his best to hide his nervousness, he approached the table and set one of the cups down in front of Robin and the other one down in front of his chair.  He started to sit.
      “Uh uh, Honey!” one of the women said quickly before he could sit down.  “You ain’t sittin’ down till we see it all!”
     Chad smiled.  “See what?” he asked in his girly voice – as if he had no idea.
      “Don’t give me that!  You know what I mean.  Now stand back a bit and let us take a good gander.”
     Chad nervously backed up a bit.
      “Now turn around Honey.  Slow.  So we don’t miss nothin’!”
     Chad did as she wanted.  When he finished he started to sit down again.
      “Wait a minute,” someone else said.  “I’m still looking!”
     Chad stopped right where he was.
      “Geez!  The woman said.  I can’t believe you wore something like that to work!  I mean, I love the garters and all.”  She giggled.  “My husband would really like something like that… but not for work!”
     Chad was saved from answering by another woman who said, “Like I said before, if you got it, flaunt it… and he sure is flaunting it!”
      “And like I said before, he’s making me jealous because he’s got a better figure than I do!”
     Chad took the opportunity to finally sit down as the women seemed to be discussing things amongst themselves.  He took a few sips at his coffee and after a few minutes, finally relaxed a bit when none of them said anything else to him – although he was still the entire center of their attention.  For a few moments, he actually figured that he might get out of there without having to answer any embarrassing questions at all.  He thought that, until…
      “So tell me,” one of the women finally asked him.  “Why the heck did you decide to dress like that today?”
     Chad immediately realized that every eye of every woman was once again focused directly at him.  But what could he say?  There was no way he could tell them about Mel and the bet.  That would reveal way too much!  No, there had to be something easier.  He shrugged his shoulders as he tried to find an answer.  “I don’t know,” he replied.  He didn’t know where his next phrase came from, but it just seemed to come out of his mouth.  “I just thought it might be fun.”  He heard Robin let out a small “umph” of surprise.  Several of the women were now staring with open mouths.
     The woman who had asked the question finally nodded.  “Fun?  Yeah, I guess I can see that.” 
      “I would guess it depends on what kind of fun you’re looking for,” another woman added.
     Chad was only surprised she didn’t ask anything more.  Actually, he figured most of them were still in shock.  But not all of them.
      “Hey Sissy,” someone else chirped up.  “Did you change what was spelled out on your nails yesterday?”
     Chad held his hands up and looked at them.  Feeling even more embarrassed, he shook his head.  “Not yet,” he replied.
      “Geez!  Someone is going to take a good look at you, and think… what kind of major sissy is this?”  There were some murmurs of agreement all around.
     Chad shrugged his shoulders again as he searched for another reply, but he didn’t have one.  Fortunately, he was saved by one of the woman at the table who suddenly stood up.
      “As much as I hate to, I got to get back to work.  I’ve been down here too long already.”  She looked at Sissy again and shook her head.  “I still don’t believe it,” she muttered as she turned and left. 
     She was quickly followed by about half the women at the table.  But as one of them got up to follow, she stopped.  “I sure hope you’re going to be here for break this afternoon too.  Cause I’m going to have a ton of questions to ask – that I don’t have time to think of right now.  And don’t be so late!”
     Chad only smiled.  But Robin replied, “He won’t be.”
     The table had thinned out, but it hadn’t emptied.  “Most of them came down here early,” one of the women still at the table said, “because they had heard rumors about what you wore today, but you got here so late that they couldn’t stay.”
     Chad suddenly felt guilty, even though he had no reason to feel guilty.  It wasn’t his fault that he was late. 
      “Sorry,” Robin replied for him.  “He kind of had his hands into something he couldn’t get out of.  You know how it is.”  Mentally, she was laughing at her own joke.  “But I did pass on word that we would be late this morning.”
      “I heard,” the woman replied.  “But I guess they didn’t get the message.  They were just anxious to see him.  The rumors upstairs have been flying!”
     Robin chuckled.  “I can imagine!”
     Chad wasn’t happy in the least to hear about the rumors, but he wasn’t a bit surprised.  He was sure that he had been the main topic of conversation through the entire company – for the last two months!
     The woman leaned forward toward Chad.  “So tell me, what really possessed you to wear an outfit like that?”
      “Like I said,” Chad replied.  “I thought it would be fun.”
     The woman shook her head.  “The only fun you’d be looking for with an outfit like that isn’t something you can do here at work!”
     Chad didn’t know what to reply, so he just shrugged his shoulders again before replying, “Sorry, but…”  And the truth hurt a bit as it hit him.  “For me, it is kind of fun.”
     Robin almost spilled her coffee.  The woman stared shocked for a moment before she shook her head.  “I guess – for you, I can understand. But I think you should have thought a bit more about what’s appropriate and what’s not for the situation.”  With that, she too got up and left.
     Chad felt bad. Dressing like this was not his idea.  He just had no say in the matter.  He looked to Robin for comfort.
     Robin leaned toward him just a bit.  “Finally!  I’m glad to see you saying something honest!”

     Mel checked her messages as she was catching a break between clients.  She saw one from Derek.  Smiling, she decided to take a minute to return his call.  As busy as she was, she was pleased when he answered so quickly.  “Hi Derek.  It’s Mel.”
      “Mel!  You are one hard woman to get in touch with sometimes!”
      “Sorry.  I’m just so bogged down today.  So what’s up?”
      “Just checking to see if you’re too bogged down for dinner tonight.”
      “Derek.  You know I have to stay close to Sissy for a while.  At this point in the game, I have to stay on him constantly.  I’m not going anywhere without him.”
      “So you’re putting me off again?”
     Mel hated herself.  “No, not really.  It’s just…”  She hated sounding like she didn’t want to see him again – when she did!  “Listen.  Instead of going out tonight, why don’t you come to my place for dinner?  I think I told you how good a cook Sissy is.”
      “Your place?”  Derek thought about that for a minute.  “Sure.  Why not.  At least I can see you for a while.”
     Mel instantly felt better.  She really did like Derek… a lot!  “Great!  See you at my place then.”  As she was heading in to see her next client, she suddenly felt like she had a lot more to look forward to tonight.

Friday, July 20, 2012

The Bet - Chapter 53 (Tuesday – Week 8 Part 3 of 10)

The Bet
By Karen Singer

Chapter 53 (Tuesday – Week 8 Part 3 of 10)

     Robin saw Mel’s email come in and she opened it right away.  It was a short note where Mel mostly thanked her for the pictures and videos she had sent yesterday.  Mel also apologized for not being able to get back to her sooner because she was currently so busy.  Finally, Mel asked how Robin liked the outfit Sissy was wearing today.  Robin appreciated the fact that at least Mel had taken the time to thank her for all the pictures.  But then, she had sent them as a means to thank Mel for all the pictures and descriptions of what had happened to Sissy over the weekend.  She only wished that Mel had mentioned a bit more about why she had put Sissy in the ridiculous outfit she had him wearing today.  But then, she understood that Mel was busy… evidently, very busy.
     She heard typing on the other side of the wall and wondered what Sissy was working on.  Not that it really mattered.  As she listened to the keys clicking, she remembered just how fast he could type.  Really, he was a great programmer.  He could analyze things and do things with the code that she barely understood.  But he was horrible when it came to design or anything the least bit artistic.  She guessed that’s why they seemed to complement each other so well – work wise anyway. 
     She still had nothing for him to work on yet in this project – but that was her fault, mostly because she had gotten a great idea and it was taking a lot of time to develop.  So she had him doing nothing for now.  But what was he typing so much for on the other side of the wall?  Curious, she got up from her seat to go see.  “What are you working on?” she asked as she entered his cubicle.
     Chad turned around to answer, but the sudden angry look on her face made him stop before he spoke a single word.  He quickly got out of his chair and curtseyed.  “I’m sending Mel an email.”  He curtseyed again.
      “About what?”
     He curtseyed.  “About the bet.  How do we decide who wins or loses?”  Curtsey.
      “You mean you won’t know?”
     Curtsey.  “What if it’s really close?”  Curtsey.
      “You think it will be?”
     He shrugged, then curtseyed.  “I think I’m going to win.”  Curtsey.
     Robin wasn’t all that sure.  In fact, she rather doubted it, but that wasn’t for her to say.  She noticed his bare feet and his shoes on the floor nearby.  “You took your shoes off?”
     Curtsey.  “They were hurting my feet.”  Curtsey.
     Robin didn’t doubt that for a minute.  She would never even think of wearing shoes like that.  “You’re the one who decided to wear them!  In fact, you told me you picked them out!”
     Curtsey.  “I’m starting to think it was a bad decision.”  Curtsey.
     Robin only nodded.  “Okay.  Go back to your email.  I was just wondering what you were working on.  She watched as Chad curtseyed one more time then sat down.  As she turned her back to leave, she could hear him typing again – as fast as ever.  She turned back to watch him for a moment.  That was one of the reasons he finished his work so fast – he typed so darn fast. 
     As she turned to leave again, her eyes caught sight of the ridiculously high heels he had been wearing earlier.  She shook her head at them and started back to her cubicle.  But at the entrance to her cubicle, a really weird idea flashed across her brain.  She stopped to think about it for a moment and giggled.  Then she headed straight back to his cubicle again.  “Did you finish that email yet and send it?” she asked.
     Chad was really surprised to see her back again so soon.  Again he had to get out of his seat and curtsey before he could answer.  “I was just finishing,” he replied, then curtseyed again. 
      “Don’t send it to Mel, send it to me instead.”
     He curtseyed.  “But what about Mel?”  Curtsey.
      “You can send it to her later.  After I say you can.”
     Chad stared at her totally surprised for a moment.  Then he sat down and emailed it to Robin.
      “Good,” Robin said as she came up behind him.  She grabbed his mouse and deleted the email from his computer so he couldn’t open it again to see what he had written.  “Just stay here and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
     She went back to her desk and opened his email.  It was longer than she thought and filled with a lot of what-if’s and reasons and questions – all of them good questions.  She was sure the email was going to give Mel something to think about – after he retyped it all again – which by her estimate was now going to take quite a while.
     She hit the print button to send it to the printer and got up from her seat.  “I’ll be right back,” she called as she passed his cubicle on the way to the printer.  A few minutes later, she was back again with the printout in her hand.  She set it on his desk.  Now, you can retype that word for word and when you’re done, I want to check it before you send it.  Got that?”
     Chad again had to get out of his seat to curtsey before he answered.  “Yes, Robin,” he replied before curtseying again. 
     Robin shook her head.  “No you don’t.  You only think you do.”
     Chad was confused.  What she had told him to do was easy enough.  He curtseyed.  “But…  It’s not that hard.”  Curtsey.
     Robin giggled a bit to herself.  “It’s not?  We’ll well just have to see about that.”  She pointed at his chair.  “Sit down.”
     Sitting down was easy.  And the best part was that he didn’t have to curtsey. 
     Robin bent down and picked up his ridiculously high heels and set them on his desk.  Then she took the left shoe and grabbed his left hand.  She shoved his hand into the shoe so that his fingers were all the way into the toe.  Then she buckled the strap around his wrist to keep it from falling off.  A minute later, his other hand was stuck inside the other shoe.  But there was too much of a chance his hands might pull out.  “Wait right there and don’t move,” she told him.  “I’ll be right back.”
     Chad was shocked.  His shoes were on his hands!  How was he supposed to type?  How was he supposed to do anything for that matter?
     Robin hurried to her desk and grabbed her scotch tape.  Then she hurried back to him again and began wrapping it tightly around his hands and the shoes so he couldn’t get them off.  Finally, she was satisfied.  She stood back to survey her handiwork… and giggled.  “There.  Now let’s see how fast you can type.”  Then, just for spite, she leaned over across him and closed everything on his desktop, then she did a restart on his computer so he would have to not only open everything again, he would have to log in again.
      “Let me know when you’re done,” she said with a satisfied smirk as she turned on her heel and left him.  That should keep him busy for a while!  Of that, she had no doubt!

     Chad’s first challenge was to log into his computer.  Unfortunately, he didn’t use a simple password – not that he ever would, or that the company’s system would even let him.  His password was a series of uppercase and lowercase characters, mixed with numbers and symbols.  He had to get the heel of one shoe to press down on the shift key while the other heel pressed down on the key he needed.  Fortunately, the heels on the shoes were really thin so he could do it.  The task would have been virtually impossible with a much thicker heel. 
     The height of the heels under his hands made things all that much more difficult because he had to raise his hands up so high to manipulate things and press down on the keys.  By the time he had logged in, he almost felt worn out!  And then he was faced with a new challenge – using his mouse.  He was able to shove the thing around on his desk with the side of the shoe easy enough and get it over the spot he wanted, but when he went to press on the mouse button, the mouse moved again and moved his pointer off of what he was trying to select.  Just pressing the mouse button became a two handed job – or was that a two shoe job.
     The simplest little tasks that he never even thought about he now had to think and plan for.  Nothing was easy.  And the awkward position of his hands having to deal with the super high heels made it all that much more difficult.  Out of frustration, he stood up.  Things suddenly became a little easier.  He could see better, he could reach better, and he could manipulate the shoes stuck to his hands easier.  He still had to go very slowly and he still had to mentally plan every key he was going to touch in advance, but he found that after a few minutes, he was doing fairly well.  He could get this with no problem!

     Robin checked her clock.  It wasn’t break time yet, but it was getting closer.  She had been working for a while now and she hadn’t heard anything from Sissy’s side of the wall.  But then, she didn’t really expect to hear anything.  She had meant to give him another bottle to drink earlier but she had gotten busy and forgotten it.  Thinking about what she had done to him, she let out another little chuckle and got to her feet.  She grabbed a baby bottle from his diaper bag and went to his cubicle.  She wasn’t surprised to see how intently he was working, but she was surprised to see him standing up.  She also noticed right away that his skirt had hiked up and she could just see the bottom of the girdle he was wearing underneath.  But with his hands in the condition they were, he couldn’t pull it back down.  “You’re standing?” she asked as she walked in.
     Chad turned around and curtseyed.  “It’s a lot easier to reach the keys this way,” he replied before curtseying again.
     Something about him standing bothered her, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it so she said nothing.  “Sit down and drink this,” she said as she set the bottle on his desk for him. 
     Chad sat, but now he had to pick up the bottle.  Holding it with the sides of his shoes and balancing it properly wasn’t easy.  It was even harder to tilt it up and hold it the right way to his mouth, but he managed it.  He felt himself peeing again at the humiliation of it – as he saw Robin laugh and turn away.  Another bottle.  When was he going to start holding back?  But just then, he didn’t really feel like holding back.  What would be the point anyway?
     Robin went back to her desk and picked up the phone.  She called the same woman who had called her earlier.  “Sissy and I are going to be a few minutes late getting to the break this morning,” she told her.  “Can you hold a few seats for us?”
      “Oh, definitely!” the woman replied.  “Just make sure you get him there.  I want to see that outfit up close!”
      “I’m sure you do!” Robin replied.  “I’ll have him there.  Don’t worry.”  With another little chuckle, she hung up her phone.  Yesterday, all the women had started talking among themselves because his name – “Sissy” had been spelled out on his fingernails.   Today they would have even more to discuss!  And she planned on making sure of it!
     She waited.  It was hard to wait till after break had already started, but there was no way she was going to let him be anything but late getting to the break room – very late!  It was important that everyone else already be there before she let him – make his entrance.  And since her friend had already called, she knew that word of the way he was dressed today had spread all over the company by now.  She was sure that attendance in the break room was going to be very high this morning – especially among the women.
     She waited till five minutes after break had already stared – and she couldn’t wait any more.  She got up and went over to his cubicle.  She was surprised to see him still struggling to finish his bottle.  He seemed to be having trouble getting it to stay tilted up at enough of an angle that he could finish drinking it.  But he didn’t have much more to go.  She leaned against his desk.  “I’ll wait till you finish that,” she said.  And she waited some more. 
     It took him a good three minutes more to finish his bottle.  When he did, she took it from him.  Then she cut the tape off of his hands and unfastened the straps on his shoes where they were fastened around his wrists.  “Hurry up and put those back on your feet,” she told him.  “It’s past break time.”
     But break was the last place Chad wanted to go – dressed the way he was.  He almost complained without curtseying, but he caught himself just in time.  “I can’t go to break today!” he said desperately.  “Not today!  Please!  Not dressed like this!”  Curtsey.
     Robin almost laughed.  “You’ve got to be kidding!  Look at it this way, the only reason ‘most’ people would dress like that is so that someone notices them.  So I’m going to help you.  I’m going to make sure someone notices you.”  She laughed.  “Actually, I’m sure everyone is going to notice you.”
     “But I can’t!  Please!”
     Robin quickly got angry.  “I can see we still need to work on you curtseying again!  But that will have to wait till later because right now you’re going to break.  Even if I have to get everyone to come in here and drag you down there!  And you know I’ll do it!”
     That was the problem.  He did know she’d do it.  She had already had all the women come into his cubicle once and drag him to break.  And with the way he was dressed, he had no doubt that the women all wanted desperately to see him up close.  With a sinking feeling, he knew he wasn’t going to get out of it.  Wanting to cry, he sat down heavily in his chair and strapped the heels back on his feet again.  How was he going to get through this?
     When he was done with his shoes, he stood up.  It took him a moment to get used to the heels again.  Then he reached for his skirt to pull it down.
     Robin saw that he was about to pull his skirt down into place.  She never even thought about what she was going to say.  “Don’t!” she ordered quickly. 
     Chad looked up at her surprised.  This time he curtseyed.  “But it needs to be pulled down.”  Curtsey.
      “I know.  But you’re going to have to wait.”  She was about to turn to head for the break room when she noticed something odd about the little bit of girdle that was showing.  She had to bend down a bit to look closer.  “Do you know that I can see a little bit of your plastic pants sticking out below your girdle?” she asked incredulously.
     Chad looked down, horrified – but totally believing it.  He had to curtsey again.  “The girdle is so tight, it’s the only direction the diapers can expand.”  Curtsey.
      “And your skirt is… really short!”
     Curtsey.  “I know.  It was a big problem at the poker game.”  Curtsey.
     Robin only nodded, and with a satisfied smirk on her face she turned and walked out of his cubicle.  “This way Sissy.  Let’s go.  Leave your skirt like it is.”
     Chad had no choice but to follow after her.  As they walked, he kept looking down, not just at the floor, but at the bottom of his skirt where he saw all too plainly the silly sissy bows on his legs where the garters were attached to his stockings, but worst of all, he also saw the white edge from the bottom of the girdle he was wearing underneath.  And Robin had said she could see his diapers?  He couldn’t believe Robin was going to make him go into the break room like this.  But then, he couldn’t believe she was making him go at all dressed the way he was.  How was he going to handle it?