The Bet - Chapter 61(Wednesday – week 9 Part 7 of 8)

The Bet

By Karen Singer

Chapter 61(Wednesday – week 9 Part 7 of 8)

     By the time they finally reached the last store in the mall, Mel’s feet were killing her.  She was seriously wondering what she had been thinking when she decided to dress the way she did – for Sissy’s benefit!  She just hoped he appreciated it… at least on some level.  She had planned on keeping Sissy out in the public spotlight all day long, and possibly well into the evening as well, but right now, her feet hurt from the extra high heels she was wearing and she was getting tired.  The shoes certainly weren’t made for a lot of walking!

     She stopped just outside the door to the last store in the mall and looked back at Sissy.  His arms were overly loaded with packages of things she had bought for herself.  Enough so that he was having trouble holding it all and still managing to drink from his bottle as well.  “What say we just go home,” she said to him.

     Chad noticed that Mel sounded a bit weary.  He was weary himself, more so than he let on.  Trying to lug everything around all day had been tiring.  Not to mention having to “perform” for a few thousand people as well.  And just being out in public took a lot out of him.  He curtseyed – naturally.  “Anything you like Mistress.”  Curtsey.

     Mel didn’t know whether to smile or roll her eyes.  Ignoring the final shop that she would have walked into and probably walked right back out of again, she turned and headed out the door for the parking lot instead.  And Chad mentally cheered.  He was ever so glad to dump all the bags in the back seat and sit down for a while, even though he still had to keep his baby bottle in his mouth.  He was hardly drinking from it anyway.  He hadn’t been for much of the day.  Just little sips here and there.  The bottles still seem to get empty fairly fast though.  He simply didn’t know why.

     They made one last stop on the way home, and that was at the dry cleaners to pick up Sissy’s pink dress.  Mel followed Sissy inside where she got to witness him curtseying about half a dozen times for all the different employees who kept coming out from the back room to see him.  She was very surprised when the man behind the counter told Sissy he was only charging him ten dollars for the job.  The store was just happy for his business and he should come back anytime.  The more the better!  Mel almost laughed. 

     As usual, there was no warning whatsoever.  One minute Chad was carrying bags up the steps toward Mel’s apartment, the next, every muscle in his body was in shock as the stupid suppository that Mel had put into him earlier decided to do its business – right there on the steps.  Ugh!  It wasn’t until the ordeal was finally over that he was able to finish bringing up the packages from the car.  Fortunately, Mel told him he could go home and shower to get cleaned up.  Unfortunately, he had to make two more trips with the packages before he could do that. 

     The shower he took felt extra good and he lingered in it for a few extra seconds before hurrying to get himself dried off and diapered again.  He quickly phoned Mel to tell her that his new diaper was in place to start his next time period, and Mel told him to come back wearing his maid’s uniform again.  He was glad.  It meant that they would probably be spending the rest of the day at home.  Probably. 

     Mel was stretched out on her couch when Sissy finally came back.  She was still dressed as she was earlier, except that her shoes were now in the middle of the living room floor.  “Sissy!” she called as soon as Chad had closed the door behind him and stashed his purse under her table by the door.  “Get over here!”

     Chad hurried over to his mistress and curtseyed.

      “Sit over there and rub my feet for me!”

     Chad curtseyed… happily.  He sat at the far end of the couch as Mel lifted her legs, then plopped them back down in his lap.  He took her beautiful delicate feet in his hands and began rubbing them… massaging them.  He said nothing, but he watched her face intently.

     Mel’s eyes closed and her head rolled back and forth as she felt his magic hands squeezing and massaging her feet.  It… felt… so… good!  She didn’t bother to open her eyes again… she couldn’t.  She allowed herself to sink into the total luxury of the moment.  He was so good.  Such wonderful hands!  His touch was always so good.  Even in the bath.  Even in bed.  The magic touch!  She had to win this bet.  She had to!  How could she give up something as wonderful as this?  And even as those thoughts ran though her mind, there was still that tiny nagging worry… was what she wanted to do with him right?  The thought was there, but the sensations from Sissy’s wonderful hands pretty much drowned everything else out.

     She allowed herself to wallow in the luxury for a long time before she finally opened her eyes and looked at him.  He was looking right at her, watching her.  He was dressed as her maid.  He ‘was’ her maid.  Her servant.  The uniform he wore somehow suited him – perfectly!  She couldn’t help it, she absolutely loved seeing him in it.  And for her, the best part of seeing him dressed that way, was knowing that underneath the dress, and the makeup, and everything else, he was a man.  A man she was molding to be exactly what she wanted.  A man that she was denying any chance to be… manly at all.

      “Did you enjoy yourself today?” she asked.  “I mean… honestly.  Did you enjoy being paraded all around the mall like you were – in front of so many people?”

     Chad was startled by the question.  He wanted to say no… he had been totally horrified by the ordeal.  The proper answer though, since she was his mistress would have had to have been ‘yes.’  But she had asked for his honest opinion.  Did he dare give it?  But what exactly was his honest opinion?  He had to think about that for a moment.

     Mel saw him pausing to consider the question.  “Oh come on!” she said.  “I saw the way you were in the food court.  I’ve seen you when you’re so totally embarrassed by what I make you do that you’re visibly squirming with embarrassment – and I know you love every minute of it!  But today in the food court… you seemed… different.”

     Despite himself, Chad smiled.  “Yeah,” he said, remembering how he had felt like a clown… there to entertain everyone… to add some laughter and enjoyment into all their lives.  He had actually felt good about it!  “That was sort of… fun.”

     Mel grunted.  “Sort of?”

      “A lot of fun,” Chad finally admitted with an embarrassed smile.  Did he dare tell her what he was really thinking?  Unbidden, the words tumbled out of his mouth.  “Somewhere in the middle of it, I started to feel like a circus clown.  Like I was there to entertain everyone, to make them laugh, to make them happy.  And I… liked it.”  His face turned a bit more serious.  “I didn’t feel quite so… humiliated by everything then.”

     Mel stared back at him for a few moments.  “You ‘were’ there to entertain them… and to make them happy I guess.  But I wanted you to feel totally embarrassed and humiliated by what I asked you to do.”  Sadly she added.  “I guess I failed.”

     Chad vehemently shook his head.  “No!  You didn’t fail.  Trust me!  You didn’t fail at all!  I was almost overwhelmed by the humiliation – all day!  It’s just that… I guess… in that situation, with so many people around me… and they were all so close to me… and since I really had to kind of… perform for them, that… I guess I suddenly felt different about it.”

     Mel thought about what he had just said.  And it made perfect sense to her.  His mind had gone past the humiliation.  Maybe it was like a survival mechanism.  Or maybe, it was just part of his oddball nature.  Either way, it didn’t matter.  He would always be hers to command – if she won the bet!  She lifted her legs, pulling them out of his hands.  “Go make me some dinner,” she told him.  “Something really nice tonight.  I’m getting hungry!”

     Chad enjoyed making her meal – even though he himself would be eating nothing but baby food.  Cooking not only gave him something fun and interesting to do, but he thoroughly enjoyed the art of it.  It was something he hadn’t had much opportunity to do in a while now.  And if he won this bet, it would be something he probably would rarely do again.  He didn’t see himself going to all the trouble for just himself.  Cooking properly was something that you did for the enjoyment of others, not just yourself. 

     Since he hadn’t done it in a while, and wouldn’t have much of a chance to do it in the future, he decided to go all out.  The diet cookbook was never even considered.  He let himself get inventive.

     Mel had turned the TV on, but she wasn’t watching it.  Instead, she found herself more interested in the smells coming out of the kitchen.  What was he doing in there?  She glanced at the clock, he was certainly taking more time than usual with her dinner.  It did smell awfully good though… whatever it was that he was cooking. 

     Her TV show forgotten, she didn’t even realize that she had gotten to her feet until she was actually walked into the kitchen to see what was going on.  He was there, bending over a plate on the counter as he artfully dribbled some kind of sauce over top of the food on the plate.  “That smells… wonderful!” she exclaimed.

     Chad was a bit startled to see her there.  He quickly curtseyed.  “It’s almost ready,” he told her quickly.  “I would have called you in a minute.”  Then he curtseyed again.

     Mel waved her hand, letting him know that his concern was of no consequence.  Instead she headed to the table and sat down.  There was an empty wine glass there and a bottle of wine that had already been opened but not poured.  She poured her own wine. 

     Chad stood perfectly still as he watched her sit down and pour her drink.  He was going to do that for her.  He was supposed to take care of that.  But she had been early!  He supposed that she didn’t care that he didn’t pour her wine for her.  He quickly went back to finishing the preparations for her dinner.  He added a large spoonful of bright steamed vegetables to the empty spot on the plate.  There!  Perfect!  It looked as good as he could make it.  But would she appreciate it?  He could only hope.  Picking up the plate, he carried it over to the table and set it in front of her with as much of a formal presentation as he knew how to make.  Then he stood back, hoping she would enjoy it like he hoped she would. 

     Mel stared at the plate in front of her.  It looked better than many of the dishes she had been served in the fanciest, most expensive restaurants.  And Sissy had created it.  It certainly smelled as good as it looked.  Better in fact!  She was about to reach for her fork, when she remembered herself.  “And where do you belong while I’m eating?” she asked.

     Chad groaned silently.  He had put a lot of effort into that dinner.  He just wanted to see if she would enjoy… any of it.  But reluctantly, he headed toward his perch in the corner of the living room.  He stopped only long enough to take a large swig from his baby bottle before he went.  But he wasn’t drinking because he needed to, he only did it to delay the inevitable.  He glanced back at Mel before walking out of the kitchen.  She was still sitting there with her hands in her lap, watching him, waiting for him to be where he belonged… stuck… stuck up on his perch.  Put away.  Out of the way – like an unneeded appliance.  Where he belonged.  He was a sissy, and the one thing his perch seemed to remind him of over and over again, was that as a sissy, he didn’t belong in the middle of everything that others did.  He was only there to serve them… take care of their needs… and entertain them.  He was a thing for their amusement and nothing else.  And it was all he deserved.  And he knew, very deep down, that being treated like that, was exactly what he craved as well.

     The dinner was… great!  Sissy had really outdone himself this time.  The guy could easily be a really good chef if he wanted, but he had trained in computers instead.  She supposed that the computer work challenged that brain of his more than cooking would, and she knew now that his brain needed something to challenge it.  She also figured now that much of his self-respect came from what that brain in his head was capable of doing.  And once again she wondered how someone like him, someone with so much intelligence, could possible crave the kind of life he seemed to really want… and actually enjoy.  As unlikely as it sounded, she was faced with the reality of it right in front of her.  Intelligence and sissy yearnings were not mutually exclusive… no matter how unlikely it sounded. 

     As Gloria would probably point out, it all most likely came down to sex!  Sex!  Sex!  Sex!  To a psychiatrist it probably was the root of everything.  Sissy just had this… unusual sexual bend in his nature.  Okay, it was more than a bit unusual, but he had it never the less.  And more surprisingly, she wasn’t the least bit put off by it.  No, he certainly wasn’t the kind of guy she wanted to take to bed with her!  But at the same time, she had been in bed with him… sort of.  And he was… incredible!  He had this instinct for what would please her the most.  She figured that it must come from his sissy nature… from the part of him that seemed to identify more with the female side of life instead of his normal made side.  As is sissy, maybe he could access that part of himself more than most men… men like Derek… or Ray. 

     No, she was not put off in the least by Sissy’s sexual abnormality.  In fact, over the last two months she had found more and more ways to appreciate that abnormality.  Sissy was a strange person for sure!  But at the same time… he was a wonderful person.  A person she didn’t want to lose in her future… like she would if she lost the bet.  But despite all that… was it right for her to keep him?  Was it right for her to force him to do whatever she wanted?  Was it right for her to deny him his manhood?  And was it right for her to deny him the opportunity to use that brain of his to the fullest capacity?

     Was it right for her to take away… his self-respect?

     Eyes closed, his calves and ankles aching slightly, his body leaning into the corner, he concentrated on how wet his diaper was.  Since he had been up on his perch, he had yet to actually feel himself wetting.  He knew he usually didn’t feel it anymore, most of the time now he only felt it when he was more humiliated than usual.  And yet, his diapers always seemed to get wetter and wetter.  Not surprising given the amount of liquids he drank every day. 

     Every nerve in his body suddenly went on alert as he heard Mel walking up behind him.  He didn’t dare move a muscle… not that he had moved at all since he had gotten into his corner.  He waited for her to say something.  And waited…

      “You could be a chef,” Mel said softly.  “You could run the fanciest restaurant in the city… if you wanted to.  But you didn’t go that direction with your life.  Instead, you’re standing here, stuck up on your little perch in the corner of my living room… dressed as my maid. 

      “And the other day… in my office, it was you who pointed out how to find those contract anomalies.  It was you who knew how to map them to show exactly what they would lead to.  And yet, you spent the day today, traipsing all over the mall, dressed in the prettiest, frilliest little girl party dress imaginable.

      “You’re capable of doing so much… and yet, here you stand, wearing a diaper that’s probably already close to leaking – only because you crave the humiliation that having no control will bring you. 

      “You can do so much… and yet… you’re willing to throw it all away… only because deep inside… down to your very core… you realize that you’re nothing but a sissy.  It amazes me – constantly.”

     Chad listened to her every word.  How could he not?  But why was she telling him things he already knew?  Why?  Did she have to rub his failures in his face?  Because that was how he saw the sissy side of him.  It was his failure side.  Totally!

     Mel took another sip from the wine glass in her hand.  “So what am I going to do with you?” she asked.  “We’ve been at this little game now for two months, and I’ve learned things about myself I never knew.  Important things!  And I have no doubt that you must have learned some rather important things about yourself as well.”

     Chad could only agree with that.  He’d had an awful lot of time to do nothing but think about matters – especially when he was stuck here on his perch.

      “So we come down to the end of it all,” Mel continued.  “Tomorrow will be the last day that you will remain under my control… unless you lose this bet… which I’m still fairly sure you will.  At least… I’m hoping you will.”  She took another sip of the wine.  “But what about you?  Do you still think you’re going to win?  Do you still crave the life you thought you did when this all started?”

     Chad would have answered her, but in his current place on his perch, he didn’t think she was looking for a verbal answer from him.  Not just then anyway.

      “I have to tell you,” Mel said.  “The few simple things we discussed… two months ago… before we signed that contract… all of them seem so… vague to me now.  I’ve had a lot of time to think about things.  A lot of time to learn things about myself.  And a lot of time to learn things about you.  Do I still want you to serve me for a full year if I win?”  She leaned in closer to his head and whispered.  “Yes!  More than ever!”

     Her words and her wine scented breath sent a chill down his spine.  But was it a chill of delight?  Or terror?

      “But I find myself now with… other questions too.  Questions that I have to sort out for myself.  And I won’t ask you now, but it seems I keep wondering about things.  What do you think now?  Are you still willing to throw even more of your life away as the bet stipulates when you lose?  Will you hate me just that much more?  I want to ask, but I won’t ask.  I have my reasons.”

     She walked away from him, leaving him stuck there on his perch.  The reason she didn’t want to ask the questions now, was because she was too afraid of what he might tell her.  Too afraid!  And she left him on his perch… where he couldn’t say anything, because she didn’t want to give him the opportunity just now to answer.  She was… too afraid.

      “I’m leaking!”

     Mel looked up from her laptop and automatically checked the clock.  It was the longest he had gone yet today before he started leaking, yet it still earned him another minute of reward time.  Time that she fully intended to ignore tonight.  “Get yourself out of that corner and get changed.  Your next time limit has already started.  “And hurry up!  I’ll get your dinner ready.”  Five minutes later, she was securing him in his highchair and tying a bib around his neck. 

     Chad wondered if he dare say anything.  She didn’t seem to want him to talk to her about the things she had mentioned earlier when he had still been in the corner.  But…  “Mistress,” he began.

      “If you’re going to say anything about what I said earlier… then don’t!” Mel replied quickly.  Her voice softened.  “But if it’s anything else…”  She saw him look down at the tray in front of him and sadly shake his head.  Good!  She still wasn’t ready for what he might say.  It was better to do something that would keep her busy instead… keep them both busy.  A few minutes later, she herself fed him like the overgrown baby that he was instead of letting him play with the ridiculous tiny spoon and his food.  Why was she so afraid of what he might say?

     When dinner was over, she let him loose to clean up the kitchen.  “Let me know when you’re done,” she instructed.  She went back to the living room where she picked up her laptop again and tried to do some work.  Why was she so afraid?

The Bet - Chapter 61(Wednesday – week 9 Part 6 of 8)

The Bet

By Karen Singer

Chapter 61(Wednesday – week 9 Part 6 of 8)

      “Oh… God!” Gloria said as she walked up beside Mel and watched as Mel shoved a tiny spoonful of baby food into Sissy’s mouth.  “Do you have to do that here?”  Lunch is going to be bad enough with him around, but now I feel like we’re practically on stage with the whole world watching!

     Chad pretty much agreed with her.

     Mel smiled.  “We were just finishing up,” she said brightly.  She dug the last of the baby food out of the jar she was holding and shoved the orange mush into Sissy’s mouth.  “There,” she said as she put the jar with the spoon stuck in it down.  “All done.”

     Gloria shook her head and sat down.  “I shouldn’t have come!” she muttered.

      “Oh come on,” Mel teased.  “This is fun!”

     Gloria looked at her like she was from Mars.  “Fun for who?  Yeah, I know you love it!  I really know that, but… it’s embarrassing for me to be out somewhere around him.  Can’t you do something with him so at least he won’t be so close while we’re eating?  Maybe then I can at least get my lunch to stay down.”

      “You complain too much,” Mel replied as she got up from her seat and untied Sissy’s bib.  “Sissy, go entertain all the other tables.  Give Gloria and I a chance to talk for a little while.”

     Chad wasn’t happy about that order at all.  But besides having little choice in the matter, he figured that most of the people there had seen him already anyway.  What more could it hurt to let them see him a little closer… or a lot closer.  At least he hoped it wouldn’t hurt.  He got up and curtseyed before turning and walking a few steps toward the next table where there were two women watching him intently.  He saw the looks of total surprise in their eyes as he approached.  Was he making them feel a little uncomfortable by his presence so close to them?  He kind of hoped so.  Why not let them feel a bit of the embarrassment that he felt… loved.  He curtseyed to the women and said in his sissy voice.  “Hewwo.  Do you wike my dweth?” Curtsey.

      “I think he asked if we like his dress,” one of them said to the other. 

“I know what he said!” the second woman replied.  “He wasn’t that hard to understand!  Just… surprising, that’s all.”  She turned back toward Sissy.  “Do you do this often… go out in public like that?”

      “… slapped him as hard as I could, right on the face!  Then I told him exactly what I thought of him and walked out!”

     Mel stared at her friend in shock.  “You did?”

      “Well, after what you told me, I thought he deserved it.  But that’s not the best part!”

     Mel did a double take.  “There’s more?”

      “Oh yeah!  I phoned him a little while later and told him that he better be at my office later that night, just before I closed up.”

     That part confused Mel.  “What for?”

     Gloria smiled wickedly.  “Let’s just say I took a tiny lesson from you.  When he showed up, I made love to him for hours!  But… in all that time, I never let him cum even once!  He went home a very, very frustrated man.”

     Mel blinked a few times at her friend as she tried to fully understand what Gloria had just told her.  “Why did you do that?” she finally asked.

     Gloria smiled.  “Damn it!  He’s the best looking man I’ve probably ever been out with.  And you know very well I don’t hardly meet any men I can actually date.  And this one is, shall we say… not that bad in bed.”

     Mel nodded.  “I think we can safely agree on that part.”

      “Well, guys like that don’t come around my block very often, so as much of a jerk as he may be, you don’t give up on them that easily!”

     Mel thought she understood now.  Gloria simply wasn’t ready to let go of him.  “So you think you can do something with him?”

      “I’m certainly willing to try.”

     Mel leaned a bit closer to her friend.  “Well try this as well.  I had several calls about him this morning.  He’s been asking around everywhere about out bet!  But… he thinks that Chad is doing all this because he already lost the bet.  And… he seems to be particularly interested in my money… still!”

     Now it was Gloria’s turn to be surprised.  “The crumb!  He’s got a one track mind, that’s for sure!”

      “I told the others to let Ray keep thinking that Chad already lost the bet.  And nobody but you knows that I’ve got money… and you know I want to keep it that way.”

      “Yeah.  Sorry I flubbed that one,” Gloria admitted sheepishly.  “See!  That’s what a good looking guy and too much wine can do to me!”

     Mel smiled.  “It’s okay.  Just try to keep it quiet from now on.  Okay?”

     Gloria nodded. “You got it girl!  Mum’s the word!”

      “Thanks.”

     Gloria sighed.  “I guess now I’ve got to figure out how to punish him for still asking about your bet… and your money.”

     Mel was puzzled.  “Why bother?  Why not just leave him alone for a while?”

      “Are you kidding?  Do you know how much fun I had with him?  Now I get to do it all over again!”

     Mel shook her head, then chuckled.  “Poor guy.”  Obviously, despite the fact that Ray was a two-timing, money hungry bum, Gloria was more than a bit smitten with him.  She briefly looked around to see where Sissy was.  She could just see him curtseying for another table halfway across the food court.  She turned back to Gloria.  “So let me fill you in on what happened this morning…”

     Chad felt like a clown.  In fact, maybe he was a clown – makeup, funny costume.  Yeah, totally a clown.  And what did clowns do?  They went around and made people laugh.  And that’s just what he was doing.  The clown idea really changed his attitude about what he was doing.  As much as he was both hating and enjoying his situation before, do to the total humiliation he was feeling, he relaxed just a bit and really started enjoying himself.  As a clown, he allowed himself to be… outrageous!  He allowed himself to have fun.  And the more he seemed to have fun… not to mention smile and look like he was really enjoying himself, the more the people around him seemed to enjoy it as well.  Several tables now had actually applauded for him – to which he had politely curtseyed another thank you.  Fun!  In so many ways.  Even though it was still totally humiliating.  Maybe when the bet was over he should come out here and do it again.  Maybe not!

     He worked his way further around the room and stopped at another table, this one with a mixture of men and women.  As he did so, he looked back across the food court toward where Mel and Gloria were, only now he could only see Mel there.  He figured that Gloria probably had to get back to work.  But Mel wasn’t motioning for him to return, she seemed to be sitting back enjoying her drink and watching him make a fool of himself in front of everyone. 

     He curtseyed for everyone and was saying his usual sissy hello, when he suddenly felt the first faint sign that his diaper was leaking again.  Time to move on and get quickly back to Mel!  He curtseyed one more time for the table and hurried back in Mel’s direction.  He had to stop several times to “perform” for the people who seemed to be particularly interested in him, but he gradually made his way back.

      “Had fun?” Mel asked as he walked up.

     Curtsey.  “Actually, yes.  Lots,” Chad replied. “I’m leaking again.”

      “Already?” Mel exclaimed.  She was a bit surprised but she quickly glanced at her watch to check the time.  This might have been the fastest he had managed to get one of those diapers leaking yet.  Of course all the exercise he had gotten curtseying all over the food court might have helped matters.  She looked around.  Now she needed to figure out how to change him – without them getting arrested for indecent exposure!  And the only option she could think of was the ladies room.  “Grab our stuff, Sissy,” she said.  “Let’s go get you changed.

     Without a moment’s hesitation, Mel pushed her way inside the fairly crowed inner-sanctum of the ladies room and actually held the door for a moment so Sissy could enter with all their bags as well.  She pushed her way past a number of women – all of whom were more surprised to see Sissy in there than they were by Mel’s slightly rude behavior. 

     All the way back to the last stall in the room… the largest stall since it was for handicapped people.  The stall, like all the others, was occupied, so she and Sissy stood outside and waited for it to become available… along with several other women who were there ahead of them.  Chad now had an altogether new reason to be very embarrassed as not one woman there ever stopped staring at him.  He didn’t have the nerve to look any of them in the eye to see if any of them were angry because he was in there with them – where he didn’t belong.  Mostly he just stared at the floor and wished he was somewhere else.

     When the occupant of the stall finally came out, Mel turned to the other women who were waiting for it.  “Do you mind?  I think it’s better if I get him through with this and out of here as soon as possible.”

     Not one of the women actually said anything, but they all had agreeing looks on their faces.  Mel didn’t really care, she pushed straight into the stall anyway, dragging Sissy in with her.  The door was closed and all the bags Chad was carrying went down to the floor again – as did his soggy diaper a few moments later.

     Mel handed Sissy a fresh diaper and told him to use it to cover himself for a few minutes until she had a chance to put it on him – which confused Chad.  Why wait?  He found out to his dismay a moment later as Mel had him bend over while she stuck another suppository up his butt.  Not fun!  Why couldn’t she simply forget about them now?

     Mel pulled her finger out of him.  Once again she was sure he didn’t know she had faked putting the suppository in him.  It was the one thing about his incontinence that she was fairly sure was working, so she wasn’t about to stop with it now. 

     A short while later, Chad was once again lugging everything around from store to store while he kept his baby bottles in his mouth… only now the one he was currently drinking miraculously contained Coke instead of Mel’s lousy tea!  Would wonders never cease!

      “You bastard!”

     Ray nearly dropped his phone.  “Gloria?”  He quickly wondered what he had done wrong now. 

      “You bastard!” Gloria repeated for emphasis.  “You couldn’t leave well enough alone could you!”

      “What are you talking about?”

      “Their bet, you idiot!  And Mel’s money!  You have to keep asking questions about it!”

      “I…  I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to,” Ray stuttered.

      “Just for that, I expect you at my house tonight at nine thirty sharp!  You don’t get to wait until Saturday now!  And bring some wine.  We’ll… discuss things then!”  Suppressing a laugh, Gloria quickly ended her call.  That should keep him guessing!  And tonight… well… tonight she would start being a little more clear about what she wanted… including Mel’s little bet with Chad, not to mention her money.

     Store after store.  Drink the bottles – replace the bottles with fresh ones.  Always out in front of as many people as possible.  Curtsey and say a nice sissy hello to some of them.  Try to feel like a clown performing again – and fail every time.  He figured that something about Mel’s presence was probably screwing that up.  And always, always, feel like a total fool. 

     They were in the middle of the mall on the top level.  Mel walked out of one of the smaller shops with Sissy somewhere behind her… she really didn’t keep that close a check on him.  She knew he stayed as close to her as he could – all the time.  Once in a while though, people did stop him which delayed him, but overall, he wasn’t going to be far from her side. 

     As she came out of the shop, her eye caught sight of someone she recognized.  He was walking steadily past the stores across the way.  She would have called out to him, but he just kept walking, as if intent on being somewhere.  Oh well, another time perhaps.  She continued on to the next store. 

     A while later they reached the end of the mall concourse.  There was another major department store there that they had wandered around the lower level of earlier.  But it wasn’t the store that caught her attention, it was the same slightly elderly man she had seen walking through the mall before.  The same elderly gentleman she had seen and talked with several times on past mall visits.  He was now seated on the bench in the concourse out in front of the store.  He was just sitting there watching the people go by – much like she usually saw him on previous visits with Sissy.  And no surprise, he was looking with great delight at Sissy. 

     She didn’t know his name, but in her mind, she had him listed as Sissy’s number one fan.  Once again, she walked over to talk with him.   He smiled up at her, but she saw his eyes continually darting back to watch Sissy instead.  She sat down next to him.  “Did you make it out to the Riverwalk last weekend?” she asked.

      “I tried,” he replied.  “I actually drove out there.  But there were so many people and no places to park…  I’m afraid I just gave up and drove home. Too many people.  At my age, I can only take so much.”

      “Yeah, it was pretty crowded,” Mel replied, understanding fully.  She had told him the last time she had seen him that Sissy would be performing out there, but the crowds had been more than even she expected.  She didn’t blame him for giving up and going home.

      “Can I ask a little favor?” the man asked… almost sheepishly.

     Mel was a bit surprised, but replied, “Sure!  What?”

      “Can I talk with him for a few minutes?”

      “Talk with Sissy?”

      “Please.  If… you will allow it that is.”

      “Of course!” Mel replied.  “No problem!”

      “Um…”  The man seemed hesitant about something. 

      “What?” Mel asked.

      “Um…  Would you mind if I spoke to him… privately?”  Then as if he had said something really wrong he added.  “That is, if you really don’t mind.  It’s not anything important.  Just…”

      “It’s okay,” Mel reassured him.  “Talk all you want.”  With a smile, she got up from the bench.  “Sissy, this nice gentleman wants a word with you.”  She walked off.  She was slightly put off that she wouldn’t hear the conversation, but something in her understood anyway. 

     Chad nervously stared at the elderly gentleman and curtseyed for him.  “Hewwo,” he said before curtseying again.  He didn’t even realize it when he stuck his bottle nervously back in his mouth afterwards. 

     The man smiled.  “Why don’t you sit down next to me for a few minutes.”

     Chad wasn’t too sure about it, but he curtseyed and sat.  He set all his bags down on the floor in front of him, relieved to get rid of their awkward weight for a few minutes.  His bottle however remained nervously in his mouth.

      “Do you enjoy this?” the man asked.  “Going around in public dressed like such a total sissy?”

     It was a rather bothersome question… especially under the circumstances that it had been asked.  Chad’s only choice of reply was to say the same thing that he told everyone else who had asked it… a dozen times in the food court alone.  “Of course,” he said. 

     The man nodded.  “But do you really?”

     Chad turned to look at him with some surprise.  “What do you mean?”

     The man smiled.  “Never mind.  I’m sure you know… and I’m sure I know the answer to that question as well.”

     That surprised Chad.  He knew as well?  The guy could have no idea!  But the man was suddenly taking his finger and poking him right in the chest – right under his glued on breasts.

      “Did you know,” he said, “that I’m just… like… you!”

     Huh?  “What?” Chad asked, having no idea what the guy was talking about.

     The man laughed.  “That’s why I wanted to talk privately.  You see,” he leaned closer and dropped his voice, “I’m what you call a sissy too.”

     Chad was totally shocked.  The guy had to be kidding.  He certainly didn’t look like a sissy… or act like one either!  “What do you mean?” he asked.

     The man sat back.  “I’ve been what you would now call a sissy… all my life.”  He shook his head.  “I’m afraid I can’t practice it much anymore.  I’m simply getting too old and the family causes me too many problems.  It’s hard to find time to do much more than wear a simply nightgown to bed once in a while – if I’m lucky.  But I can tell you this, those feelings and desires never seem to go away.  Never!  If you’ve got them… and I’m sure you do, then you’re stuck with them… forever!  No matter how hard you try, there’s just no fighting them.”

     The things he just said let Chad know that he really might be speaking with someone who was at least somewhat like him… or at least, he was someone who understood him.  “You really are?” he asked, still finding it hard to believe.  He had never met another sissy before.

     The man nodded.  “Really!  Of course, about all I can do now is to sit and think about it... wish I was young enough to fully enjoy it again.  And dream of course.  My biggest outlet now is my stories, I like to write stories and post them on the web.”  He looked at Chad with a bit of a hopeful look in his eyes.  “Perhaps you’ve read some of them.  I write under the name of Karen Singer.”  He continued to look hopefully at Chad.

      “Um… I’m sorry,” Chad admitted.  “I haven’t seen any… that I know of.”

      “Oh.”  The man was a bit disappointed.  “Well, that’s alright.  They’re not something that everyone would find interesting.”

      “But I’ll look for them… I promise,” Chad added quickly.

     But the man shook his head.  “Don’t worry about it.  It’s not important.”  He stood up and faced Sissy.  “Time for my walk again.  I do several laps around the mall every day.  Best way I know to get some exercise… and it still lets me look at everyone else.  People watching is one of my favorite things!”  With somewhat of a sly smirk, he nodded and walked off, leaving Sissy to stare after him.

      “What was that all about?” Mel asked a moment later.

     Chad didn’t even bother to stand up and curtsey, he was still staring at the man’s back as he walked away.  “He said he’s another sissy… like me.  Says he writes stories under the name of Karen Singer.  But I’ve never heard of him.”

      “Me either,” Mel admitted.  “But then I don’t look for the kind of stories you would.”

     As they resumed their slow walk around the mall, a thought reached its way into Mel’s head.  Sissy had just met… another sissy.  Even though the man certainly didn’t look like it.  There were others around like Chad.  Maybe many others.  They might be few and far between, but there were others!  Was that a possible outlet for the friends that Chad seemed to want so desperately?  It was certainly possible, but Mel seriously doubted that it would be a viable solution.  She instinctively knew that what Chad was thinking about when he had wanted friends, was something else entirely.

The Bet - Chapter 61(Wednesday – week 9 Part 5 of 8)

The Bet

By Karen Singer

Chapter 61(Wednesday – week 9 Part 5 of 8)

     Mel really just wanted to talk to Gloria right away.  She couldn’t wait to tell her what had just happened at Feinbaum’s offices a little while ago.  But the moment she was about to dial Gloria’s number, her phone rang instead. And the moment she saw Robin’s name on the caller id, she had a feeling that it could only be trouble.  “Hello?” she said into her phone.

      “Mel!” Robin exclaimed.  “I’m so glad I got you!”

      “What’s wrong?”

      “Ray was in the break room a little while ago and he was asking everyone if they knew anything about your bet with Sissy.  But he has everything all mixed up!  He somehow thinks that Sissy is dressing like he is because he already lost the bet with you!  And he also keeps mentioning something about money… and I don’t know anything about that!  And that’s not the first time he’s asked me about it all.  He came down to my desk yesterday too.  But this time he asked about it in front of everyone!  And now they’re all convinced that Ray’s story is what’s really going on and they all seem to think that I should know everything… and I thought I did, but I don’t!  So now I don’t know what to do or tell anyone!”

     Robin’s words were flying so fast that Mel almost missed some of it.  “Calm down,” Mel told her.  “I talked with Derek last night and he told me that he had told Ray everything.  But he wasn’t sure how much of it that Ray would remember since Ray was so drunk at the time.”

      “Yeah,” Robin replied, “I talked with Derek a few minutes ago too and he said the same thing.  Then he suggested I call you.”

      “Yeah, good thing,” Mel replied, trying to calm the woman down. 

      “Mel?”

      “Yeah?”

      “What was Ray talking about when he keeps asking about money?  I know there was nothing in that contract that you have about money.  Nothing at all.  Okay, you agreed to buy him some furniture, but I didn’t get the impression that Ray was talking about that.”

     That was the part of all this that irked Mel the most.  Ray was somehow fixated on her money… because he wanted it!  “There isn’t anything in the contract about money… and there is no money involved at all.  Ray somehow found out that I got a bit of an inheritance when my family died and now he’s after it.  That’s what it’s all about.”

      “Gold-digging?”

      “That’s it in a nutshell.  And quite frankly, he’s got me pretty mad!  I threw him out of my apartment over it last Sunday.”

      “You did?”

      “You better believe it!”

     Robin was starting to calm down a bit.  “So what about the fact that he thinks Sissy already lost the bet?”

     Mel thought about that for a moment.  “Let him think that… and let everyone else think it too.  Did he mention the incontinence part?”

      “He never mentioned it.  Like I told Derek, it’s like he never heard about it.”

      “All the better then.  For now, let’s go with Ray’s version of things.  It might be better in the long run… maybe easier on Sissy too.”

     Robin thought about that.  “Yeah.  Maybe it would.  But that’s still a big maybe.  What about the money thing?”

     Mel thought hard about that one.  “Let everyone think what they want about it.  You and I know the truth, Derek too.  Let them all think what they like.  We can always straighten everything out later… after this is all over.”

      “So what exactly am I supposed to tell everyone?  They all keep hounding me to tell them what’s going on!”

      “Don’t tell them anything!  Nothing!”

      “Not at all?  That’s going to be hard!”

      “Then tell them that Sissy will explain it all in person when he gets back.  We’ll leave it at that.  Can you do that?”

      “Maybe.  I can try.  You don’t know how hard some of these women can pry!”

      “Oh, believe me, I know very well!”

     Robin wasn’t at all sure about that.  Mel didn’t have to face all the women that she worked with.  “Okay, I’ll try,” Robin repeated.”
      “Good,” Mel replied.  “Oh, and if you can reach him, maybe you should let Derek know what’s going on too.  Just in case Ray tries to ask him all over again.”

      “Yeah, I’ll do that,” Robin agreed. 

      “Good,” Mel replied, now anxious to end the call.  She had other things on her mind instead.  “Now I’ve got to go.  I have more calls to make.”

      “Okay Mel,” Robin said.  “See you Saturday?”

      “Saturday!” Mel agreed.

     Mel hung up her phone.  Ray was still causing trouble, but if things worked out, then that trouble might not be so bad.  But now she still wanted to talk to Gloria… just as she had planned before had Robin called her – only now, she had more to discuss.  And once again, just as she was about to dial, her phone rang.  Except this time, she saw that it was Gloria calling her!  “Gloria?  I was just about to call you!”

      “Hi girlfriend,” Gloria laughed.  “This time I got you first!  I hope you can ditch Sissy long enough to meet me for lunch today, because I’ve got some juicy stuff to tell you about what I did to Ray yesterday.  You’re going to love it!”

      “What you did to Ray?” Mel asked.  “He’s one of the things I wanted to talk to you about too!  He’s causing trouble again!”

      “He is?” Gloria asked, her concern growing.  “What’s he done now?” 

      “I’d rather tell you in person,” Mel replied.  “And… I’ve got more news!  Big news!  Something that happened with Feinbaum this morning!”

      “So lunch is on?  You can ditch Sissy for a while?” Gloria asked.

      “Um… No!  I’m afraid Sissy is going to have to be there.”

      “That doesn’t sound like a very appetizing way to enjoy lunch!  I’d rather not try to be out in public with him at all… especially if you’ve got him in one of those silly dresses again.  I’d die of embarrassment!”

     Mel looked back toward Sissy.  He was curtseying and greeting a group of people entering the mall.  She giggled.  “Sorry Gloria, I can’t leave him.  And today I’ve got him in his really cute little blue outfit again.  And everyone seems to love it!  I’m sure he’ll be no problem.”

      “Wait a minute!  Where are you girl?”

      “The mall.  Outside actually, for now.”

      “The mall?  And you’ve got him dressed like that?”

      “Of course.  It’s perfect… for him!”

     Gloria was rolling her eyes.  “We really need to talk!  But like I said, I’m not sure I could manage lunch with him around dressed like that.”

     Mel thought for a minute and decided to push it.  “Why don’t we meet in the food court here for lunch?  And you’re right, we definitely need to talk!  You’ll just have to put up with him for a little while.  Trust me… you’ll love it!”

     Gloria wasn’t at all certain about that.  But she did really want to talk to Mel in person… the sooner the better!  Hesitantly she replied, “I don’t know.  Maybe,” she finally agreed.  “Maybe!”

      “Good!” Mel proclaimed as if Gloria had definitely said yes.  “I’ll see you here in a few hours.  Now it’s time for a little more fun with Sissy.”

     Gloria set her phone down.  So far she had managed to avoid having dinner with Mel while Sissy was there.  She had also managed to avoid lunch as well with him.  But this time it looked like her luck had run out.  She really wasn’t happy about having lunch with Sissy anywhere near her, but it looked like Mel wasn’t going to give her a choice this time.  How did she manage to get roped into these things?

     Mel put her phone away and walked back up the sidewalk toward Sissy – who was now greeting two women who were just approaching the mall.  She saw them stop to stare at him.  She couldn’t see the looks on their faces since their backs were to her, but she could just imagine how amused they were by the way they were pointing at various parts of Sissy’s dress to “appreciate” it.  She walked up next to them.  “Sissy, show them what you’re wearing underneath that dress.”  She ignored the quizzical looks the women were giving her.

     Chad wasn’t exactly happy about Mel’s latest request, but at the same time, it did stir his sexual interest because of the humiliation involved.  He once again grabbed the front of his skirts and raised them up high, totally exposing the diaper he was wearing underneath.  To his embarrassment – and delight, the two women broke out laughing.

      “Wait a minute!” one of them said.  “He’s wet!  His diaper is wet!”  The two women laughed harder than ever. 

      “You can lower your dress now Sissy,” Mel told him.  “Grab your bag and put your bottle back in your mouth.  It’s time to go inside.”

     Laughing, the two women headed on toward the entrance to the mall while Sissy lowered his skirts and picked up the heavy diaper bag.  He had known they would be going inside eventually.  There was never any doubt.  Especially not after the way Mel had behaved at that legal firm earlier.  And as usual, he both dreaded it and looked forward to the humiliation it would mean.  One thing was for sure, the last few days may have been easy as far as the humiliation he had to endure, but so far, Mel was doing everything she could today to make up for it!  He hoisted his heavy diaper bag up onto his shoulder, stuck his bottle back in his mouth… and that’s when Mel’s phone rang again.

      “Oh hell!” Mel exclaimed.  “I might as well be back at the office!”  She quickly fished the phone out of her bag.  “Hello?”

      “Hi Mel,” Derek’s voice came back. 

      “Derek?  Did Robin call you?”

      “Yeah, she did,” Derek confirmed.  “But I just wanted to touch base with you before I returned some of these phone calls I’ve been getting from Ray.”

      “Don’t tell him anything!” Mel replied quickly.  “Right now he thinks Sissy is doing what he is because he already lost some bet.  Let him keep thinking that.  And whatever you do, don’t mention anything about the incontinence angle.”

      “Yeah, I sort of got that from Robin,” Derek replied.  “But Mel, I told Ray everything there was to tell before.  All of it!  He’s got to remember some of those other details.”

     Mel thought about that.  “I don’t think he does.  And from what Robin is telling me, the one and only thing that’s driving this is his interest in my money. If we don’t mention anything else, he probably won’t have any reason to remember it.”

      “But you don’t have any money… not like he thinks.  Do you?”

     This was making Mel angry.  Her money was her private business.  Nobody else needed to know about it!  “Derek,” she replied, “let’s not go there.  Please!”

     Derek listened, but what he heard instead was confirmation that perhaps Ray had been right about Mel’s money.  “So what do I do?” he asked.

      “Don’t talk to him!  If you can manage it, don’t talk to him about the bet at all!”

      “I can try,” Derek replied.  “But I’m not sure I can.”

      “Just don’t do it!” Mel returned with more than a hint of anger in her voice. “You can outright refuse to talk about it if it comes to it!”  Geez!  Why were these men so hard headed? 

      “So how about later?” Derek asked, trying to change the subject.  “I have to be here at the construction site all day, but afterwards I’m thinking about a nice big steak.  And I know Sissy has to be there too, so don’t worry about it.  I’ll pick you up say… about seven.”

     Once again Mel noticed that he wasn’t asking anything at all about what she might like.  And after the way other things had gone today it simply made her mad.  “Forget it Derek!  I’m tired of nobody thinking about what I might like or be interested in.  And right now my only interest is in Sissy.  So do me a favor and just stay away for a while.  I’m going to be busy!”  With that, she abruptly ended the phone call.  “Should have done that sooner!” she muttered as she put her phone away and strode toward the mall doors.

     A wide eyed Chad followed.  This was the first that he had heard about Ray thinking that he had already lost the bet.  Where did Ray get that idea?  And Mel wanted him to keep thinking that?  He supposed it was actually a lot better than the truth.  Knowing that Mel was now out to overly humiliate him today, he followed her into the mall.

     Derek stared in disbelief at his phone.  What was up with Mel today?  That certainly wasn’t like her.  And what did she mean about nobody being interested in what she’s interested in?  He was interested in spending time with her… maybe a little sex too.  Wasn’t she just as interested in spending time with him?  Well, if she was in that kind of a mood, then maybe it wouldn’t hurt to stay away today… maybe tomorrow too for that matter.  He’d see what kind of mood she was in on Friday.  Women got over these little spats after a day or too.  By then he was sure she’d come back to her senses.  Maybe then they could go out for a good steak dinner!

     Since this bet had started, every trip to the mall had been a nightmare for Sissy.  Every trip out of the house for that matter.  But every time they came to the mall she found some new way to make matters that much worse for him.  The last time they were here, she had marched him around and bought that schoolgirl outfit for him, then made him wear the darn itchy thing all over the place!  But this time she was making him wear one of his stupid silly dresses instead.  It wasn’t the first time he had worn one to the mall, just the first time he would be wearing it all over the mall.  Or at least so he expected.  Things had a way of changing rapidly whenever Mel was concerned. 

     They hadn’t gone very far inside the entrance when Mel turned and headed directly for one of the stores.  In fact, it was the very first store they came to.  Chad had no idea why Mel would be interested in entering a pipe and tobacco store, but with his baby bottle in his mouth, he followed her inside.  Mel took her sweet time strolling around the store… looking at this, touching that, while Chad stayed slightly in the background.  There weren’t any people there except the one proprietor… who never once took his eyes off of him.  Chad figured Mel could have easily gotten away with stealing something if she wanted to since the guy was so fixated on watching him.  In a way, it was as if he was the perfect distraction. Surprisingly, Mel didn’t buy anything at all in the store or do anything else.  Eventually she wandered back out – where she headed directly into the very next store she came to.  And naturally, Chad followed. 

     All around the bottom level of the mall.  Every single store.  Every single department.  Occasionally Mel bought something that suited her fancy… clothes or a little knickknack.  And every time she bought something, she handed the bags containing her purchases to Sissy for him to carry.  But not once did she even mention buying anything for him.  Yet!  And all through it, since Mel was going so slowly, everyone else in the mall had more than ample opportunity to ogle at the way Chad was dressed… not to mention the ever present baby bottle in his mouth.  Often, whenever Mel noticed a group of people staring at him, she had Chad curtsey and say hello to everyone, which always brought smiles and a bit of laughter to everyone who saw it.

     Every time Chad finished one of his baby bottles, Mel made him get a fresh one out of his diaper bag and keep drinking it – in front of everyone.  He could feel his diaper getting wetter and wetter.  What would happen when it started leaking?  He was quickly coming to the conclusion that it wouldn’t be much longer!  Would she change him right here in the mall?  He could just picture that – being all stretched out on the floor somewhere, right where everyone could see him, and Mel removing his soaked diaper as if he was a real baby and replacing it with a dry one.  She wouldn’t do that?  Would she?  The scary truth was, that today, she just might!

     Chad was also more than aware of every security guard in the mall.  Sometimes they were in the stores, sometimes out in the common areas of the mall, but he noticed them often.  Why weren’t they saying anything?  They just watched critically for a while before moving on somewhere else.  He supposed that since he wasn’t doing anything really wrong – other than the way he was dressed, they had no choice but to leave him alone.  But what would they do when Mel started changing his diaper?  Maybe Mel would take him home first!  Somehow, he doubted that.

     Store after store, not skipping even one, they slowly worked their way around the bottom level of the mall. They were taking long enough that Chad was actually beginning to feel a bit more comfortable about the situation… if you could call still feeling horribly humiliated and having everyone constantly staring at him, comfortable.  Maybe he was just getting used to it. 

     They were in one of the major department stores when it happened.  He had drunk so much already that there wasn’t much of a warning at all.  It wasn’t just a tiny little spot this time, when his diaper started leaking, it broke down totally and quickly sent a small river of pee rushing down his leg straight at his pretty little anklet socks.  “Mistress!” he called quickly.  “I’m leaking!  Bad!”

     Mel turned quickly.  She had been expecting it soon.  She looked at his leg as he held it out and was surprised to see it running down like it was.  “Find something to wipe that with before it ruins your socks!” she said quickly.  “You couldn’t let me know sooner when you were leaking?”  Only then did she bother to check the time on her watch.

      “But it just started!” Chad replied as he set his diaper bag and all of her bags down on the floor.  He quickly opened the diaper bag and grabbed a fresh diaper to wipe his leg with.

     Mel looked all around her.  The people in the area who had either heard Sissy or had just been watching him were all looking at them now… closer than ever!  That part didn’t really bother her at all, but she still needed to be careful about where and how she chose to change him.  As far as she could see, there was no place she could easily take him into to take care of it.  Not even a changing room anywhere around.  But the clothing racks were placed fairly close together to get as many of them into the area as possible.  She smiled a bit.  It would be good enough.  “Come along Sissy.  This way,” she said, totally ignoring everyone who was watching.  She led Sissy further back between the clothes.  Finding a spot where she felt at least somewhat secluded, she had Sissy hold up his fluffy skirts as best he could to keep them out of the way. She could still see everyone watching carefully over top of the racks in-between, but none of them seemed to be moving any closer.  She didn’t really care if any of them did.  If they wanted to see what she was doing up close, then that was up to them.  So far, none of them were moving.  She unfastened his soggy leaking diaper and let it fall to the ground.

     Chad could actually feel his face growing red – despite the fact that the clothing racks hid most of him… somewhat.  He turned his head and he could easily see half a dozen people watching him.  Did they know what was happening?  Of course they did.  How could they not?  He had made sure of that himself when he had announced that he was leaking.  Shame faced, he looked down into the mass of skirts he was holding out of the way while he felt Mel placing the diaper he had just used to wipe his leg with up against his front side… then pull it through his legs tightly up against his backside as well.  Then he felt her tightly pulling on the tapes and pressing them into place, securing the diaper firmly onto him.  It felt good to have a fresh diaper on again, even though he liked them wet even more.  Wet was more humiliating!  And before Mel’s hand even left the last tape, he felt himself wetting the fresh diaper a tiny bit again. 

     Mel almost missed it as she pressed the last of the tapes into place, but her eyes noticed the very slight color change at the bottom of the diaper.  She immediately reached out to cup his crotch.  He had wet so little that she couldn’t really feel anything different, but she knew what had just happened – it happened often enough that it was only what she expected… and wanted.  She looked up straight into his eyes with a rather wicked smile on her face.  “Good baby!” she said softly.  Chad’s face turned a bit redder.

     Before Chad was allowed to pick up all the bags, Mel led him a short way back towards the people who had watched it all.  “Lift your skirt and show them your new diaper,” she ordered. 

     With the clothing racks somewhat in the way, Chad pulled the front of his skirt up again and walked around just a little so more of the people could see. 

      “Is that thing wet already?” one woman asked.  “Didn’t you just put it on him?”

      “What can I say?” Mel replied.  “As you can see, he deserves to wear them all the time.”

     The woman chuckled a bit before moving on and Chad was allowed to get a fresh baby bottle – as well as all of the bags he now had to carry.  And once again, Mel started moving slowly through the store.

     A little while later, Mel checked her watch again.  Almost lunchtime.  Gloria would be along in a little while.  She surprised Sissy a little when she suddenly changed direction and started moving faster.  With his arms loaded and his baby bottle still in his mouth, Chad had to hurry a bit to keep up with her. 

     The mall hadn’t been all that crowded when they had arrived, but now a lot more people seemed to be around.  And the food court was already fairly crowded.  Mel had wanted a table out in the middle somewhere where more people would notice Sissy, but those tables were all taken and she had to settle for one further out.  Chad was just grateful he could put all the bags down again.  Having to keep his bottle in his mouth made carrying everything fairly difficult – especially with the heavy diaper bag slung over his shoulder as well.  But now the main thing on his mind wasn’t so much the way he was dressed and the way everyone was staring at him… now he was starting to think, and worry, about all that baby food that Mel had put in his diaper bag earlier.

     Mel glanced at her watch again, Gloria would probably be along in a few minutes.  She had no doubt that since they were meeting here at the mall that Gloria would be a lot more rushed for time.  With that in mind, she immediately started glancing around at the food choices available.  Quickly making up her mind, she dug her wallet out of her purse and handed Sissy some money.  “Put this in your little purse, Sissy,” she told him.  When the money had been properly stowed away she told him what to get and sent him to stand in line to buy the lunches.  Since time was going to be a factor, she had him just buy two of everything.  With Sissy gone, she sat down to enjoy watching Sissy’s embarrassment while she waited.  She was glad to get off her feet.  The darn shoes she had chosen to wear today were starting to kill her!

     As Chad headed for the crowded lines of people to order the food, he thought about what Mel had ordered him to get.  Two of everything!  Why?  She couldn’t eat that much.  Was she going to relent and allow him to eat normally again while they were here?  If you could call eating lunch amid a large crowd of people while wearing the silliest dress in the world, normal.  It certainly sounded promising though.  Maybe it was because he was doing so well at getting his diaper to leak today.  That had to be it!  Reward!  He smiled at the thought as he joined the back of the short line of people waiting to order their lunch.

     Chad hated this… standing in line with lots of other people while he was dressed so… embarrassingly.  There was no way that anyone wouldn’t notice him.  He stuck out like a sore thumb.  So many people smiled at him… so many people stared at him… it felt like nobody could take their eyes off of him.  And he really couldn’t blame them.  He would do the same if he were in their position.  But having all those people watching him was deeply unnerving. 

      “Love your pretty dress,” a woman said to him as she reached out to feel the material of his puffy sleeve. 

     He curtseyed, “Thank you,” he said in his stupid, silly, sissy voice before curtseying again.  His actions and voice only brought more interest from everyone around. 

      “Where did you get it?” the same woman asked.

     Ugh!  Curtsey.  “It was a gift,” he replied, meaning that Mel had given it to him.  The woman didn’t need to know anything more than that.  Curtsey.  At least he didn’t have his baby bottle to worry about putting in and out of his mouth right now.  His pacifier either for that matter.

      “Well, it’s very pretty,” the woman said again.

     Chad could tell that by now she was doing everything possible to keep from outright laughing at him.  Curtsey.  Sissy thank you.  Curtsey.  Gratefully, the line moved quickly and he was able to order before long.  Of course, more people watched closely as he had to fight with his tiny purse to get the money out that Mel had given him… and then drop the change back into it afterwards.

     As he waited to get the food he had ordered, he heard someone else calling out a number over and over again, and nobody was coming up to claim their food.  The number was called for perhaps the fifth time before one of the men in the crowd finally woke up and realized the lunch he had ordered was ready.  He had been so intent on watching Sissy that he had completely forgotten that his lunch was due up.  Chad didn’t have that problem.  The minute they called his number he got his food and hurried back to the table with it. 

     As Mel separated the food out between herself and the chair next to her, Chad dug her change out of his tiny purse, which was no small effort.  As soon as Mel was finished, he handed her the change and started to sit in front of the other food. 

      “What are you doing?” Mel asked.

     Chad curtseyed and pointed toward the food in front of him.  “Isn’t that for me?  You had me get two of everything.”

      “Absolutely not!” Mel replied rather emphatically.  “You should know better!  I’m waiting for Gloria to join us.”  She glanced around looking to see if Gloria was there yet, but she didn’t see her.  “Since she’s not here yet, you can sit over here,” she said, indicating the chair on the other side of her.  “We may as well get started on giving you your lunch while we’ve got the time.”

     Chad felt like someone had just ripped the rug out from under him.  He was more aware than ever of the wetness in the crotch of his diaper as he sadly made his way to the other chair and sat down.  A minute later, his embarrassment increased as Mel tied a bib around his neck.  But it wasn’t until Mel started spoon feeding him the baby food straight out of the jars that he felt the worst.  He couldn’t even look around to see if anybody was watching.  He didn’t have the nerve to look around.  Not that he needed to, he had no doubt that everybody in the place was watching him getting fed like a baby.  Totally, horribly, miserably, wonderfully, deliciously, humiliating!