The Bet
By Karen Singer
Chapter 58 (Sunday – week 9 Part 5 of 7)
Derek was getting
tired of sitting and waiting on Mel to come out of her bedroom. She had been in there for quite a while
now. He was tempted to go knock on her
door, but he wasn’t sure he should. He
got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen instead – where Sissy was. He saw him wiping, or more accurately,
polishing the counter tops. As he
worked, he continuously raised a baby bottle to his lips to drink, over and
over again.
Chad stopped working when he
realized that Derek was there, watching him.
Uncertainly, he curtseyed… because he didn’t know what else to do. Derek still scared him. “Can I do anything for you?” he hesitantly
asked in his sissy voice. Then he curtseyed
again.
Derek momentarily
closed his eyes and silently grunted. He
collected his thoughts quickly though.
“She’s been in there a long time.”
Curtsey, “I
know.” Curtsey.
Derek could have
done without all the fancy curtseying.
In fact, seeing his old friend doing it only made him feel more bothered
by it. But he said nothing about it because it was something that Mel wanted
him to do. “Do you think I should check
on her?” he asked.
Chad was a bit surprised that Derek
should ask him that. Curtsey. “I’m not sure,” he replied. “It may be better to just give her the space
she needs.” Curtsey.
Derek
nodded. He was probably right.
Chad just stood there waiting for
Derek to say something else… or do something else. But he wasn’t. He was just standing there… looking at
him. He curtseyed again without thinking
about it. “Was there anything else?” he
asked before automatically curtseying again.
It was a moment
before Derek answered. “Why do you do
it?” he asked.
Huh?
“Why do you put
yourself through all this misery? You
have to hate it!”
Chad blushed and the question
actually made him want to curl up into a ball and hide. But that option was exactly available. He curtseyed.
“Don’t… do
that!” Derek protested without thinking.
“Just… talk to me!”
Surprised, Chad
had to force himself not to curtsey.
“It’s… hard to say,” he finally replied.
“It’s… something… deep inside of me.
Something my body… or my mind… seems to need.”
Derek shook his
head. “I don’t understand how anyone can
‘need’ humiliation like that. It’s
stupid! It doesn’t make sense!”
Chad started to curtsey before he
stopped himself and replied. “I can’t
help it. That’s the best I can describe
it. I… can’t help it.”
“So you’re
actually gay?”
Chad’s impulse was to curtsey
again, but to this question it was easier not to. “No!
Definitely not! That’s a common
assumption that everyone usually makes about people like me. Most of us aren’t gay at all. At least, I’m certainly not!”
“You mean,
there’s more like you?”
This time, Chad
did curtsey again. “More than you
think. A lot more!” And just because he realized he had curtseyed
before he spoke, he curtseyed again.
Derek ignored his
curtseying this time. “So how long have
you been this way?”
It was the
question he easily knew the answer to, yet he hated to admit it. “All my life.
For as long as I can remember. At
least… in some way or another. I think
some of this kind of… grows in you. I
think it kind of changes and develops the older you get.”
Derek shook his
head again. “It’s still hard for me to
understand.”
“Don’t try,” Chad
suggested.
“What do you
mean?”
“Don’t try to
understand it. You don’t have to. Heck, even I don’t fully understand it and I
live with it. I just need it. That’s all I know. Like it or not, I need it. Or at least I want it so badly that it
amounts to the same thing.”
“But you lived
without it all your life!”
Chad shrugged. “I did… and I didn’t. This is what broke up my marriage.”
That much Derek
fully understood. “I believe it! So you’re planning on living like that for
the rest of your life now? It sounds
horrible!”
Chad shook his head. “No.
In fact, after this week I’ll go back into hiding again with it. At least as much as I can.”
That surprised
Derek. “What do you mean? Are you talking about if you win your bet
with Mel?”
“Of course. No matter what she thinks, she can’t
win. It just can’t be done.”
“You’re talking
about the incontinence thing?”
Chad nodded. “Yeah.
You can’t make someone incontinent in just two months.”
“But then,
that’s what your bet is all about. She
thinks she can.”
Chad shook his head. “It can’t be done.”
“I guess we’ll
see soon enough.”
“Next
Friday. I get two days to get it
together again. I’m hoping all I’ll need
is a few hours.”
“But you don’t
really know, do you?”
Chad shook his head again. “No. I
guess not. Not for sure. But I’m still convinced she can’t win.”
“I guess we’ll
see.”
“Yeah,” Chad
replied, somewhat sadly.
“So what happens
then? I mean if you win?”
“You mean when I
win.”
“Just answer
it.”
Chad smiled. “I don’t know. I really don’t. The way this went, I may be pretty much
finished at work. I don’t know. I hope not.
I really like that job. And I
think I’m good at it.”
“Knowing you,
I’m sure you are. You were always pretty
smart about other things. It’s just
this… whatever it is… your stupid fantasies I guess. That’s about the dumbest thing I’ve ever
seen!”
Chad just looked down at the ground
in total embarrassment. He had nothing
he could say to that.
After a minute,
Derek said, “You’ll have to excuse me for saying it, but I’m finding it very
difficult to get used to you being this way.
I guess I’ve known you too long.
And just seeing you now makes me so angry at what you’ve done to
yourself!”
Chad finally looked up. “But I’m still me. Still the same person inside!”
“But you’re not
you! At least not the ‘you’ I thought I
knew!”
Chad looked back down again. “But I’m still me,” he repeated softly.
“You’ll excuse
me if I have trouble showing any sympathy for you. I don’t feel it. None!
As far as I’m concerned, if this is the kind of life you really want,
then I still think you deserve everything you get! All of it!
No matter what! It’s just so
totally stupid… that you deserve it!”
Chad still couldn’t look up. “I know,” he replied sadly. “But… that’s kind of the problem too. I hate it all… but I love it all too. As much as I don’t want it, I really do want
it even more.” He looked up again. “I can’t help it. I just do!”
Derek shook his
head. “So what do I do?”
“Nothing. Whatever you want. And… I guess, I’ll do whatever you want as
well.” And then he looked down again and
added. “One way or another, no matter
how this thing comes out.”
“What’s that
supposed to mean?”
“As long as I’m
under Mel’s control, I don’t have much choice anyway. Whatever she wants, I have to do. I’m guessing that unless she tells me
differently, that includes doing whatever you want me to do as well.”
“But your bet is
almost over. And you think you’re going
to win. What then?”
Chad glanced up from the floor at
him, but only briefly. “Then? I guess it depends. Whether you think so or not, I’m still your
friend. If you need me to do something,
just ask. Besides, you know my secret. All of it…
And there are parts of it that most others still don’t know about
me. I’d kind of like to keep it that way
if possible. But if you ask me to do
something, I’ll probably do it for you.”
“Just like
that.”
Sheepishly, Chad
admitted, “Just like that.”
Derek shook his
head yet again. “Stupidity!” Derek
muttered more to himself than for Chad’s benefit.
Mel looked up at
the mirror over top of her dresser. She
knew she had been sulking for a long time, but really, why shouldn’t she? Damn Ray!
Damn men in general! She wondered
briefly if that sentiment should be extended to Derek as well and decided it
should – definitely! Her mind briefly
wondered if she should include Sissy as well, but that thought was gone almost
before it entered her mind, so it was never really considered.
Her mind finally
focused more on her face that she saw in that mirror. She looked a sight! She hadn’t really cried… okay, she had, but
just a little. She was mostly just
angry. And as much angry at herself as
she was at Ray. The face she saw in the
mirror look old somehow. Too old. She wasn’t that old! At least, she didn’t want to look, or be,
that old.
She forced
herself to her feet. She looked at her
makeup and rejected everything she saw.
Why bother? Only then did she
remember that Derek was still out there in the living room – if he was still
out there. She glanced at the clock and
winced. She had been in here a long
time. Like it or not, it was time to
rejoin the living. The first thing she
needed to do was to wash her face – which meant leaving the sanctity of her
bedroom and going out to her bathroom.
Damn Ray! Damn men in general!
She opened her
bedroom door and with a purposeful step, strode out. She didn’t see Derek in the living room but
she heard voices coming from the kitchen.
She ignored them and went to wash her face.
Clean face,
brushed hair, and it’s amazing how a little bit of lip gloss applied to overly
dry lips can lift your spirits. She left
the bathroom feeling bad for ignoring her guest – Derek – for so long.
Derek watched as Chad
pulled the skirt of his maid’s uniform back down after changing his leaking
diaper. He had actually changed himself
while standing up. That had been
something of a surprise. The noise of
the bathroom door opening again caught his attention and he was pleased to see
Mel walking toward him. He was more
pleased to note that she didn’t look upset at all. At least not that he could see.
“What are you
two talking about?” she asked pleasantly as she walked up to Derek and planted
a little kiss on his cheek. “Sorry about
that,” she said softly.
“No problem,”
Derek replied. “I was getting worried
about you though.”
“Thanks, but I’m
okay,” she said. “So what’s up?”
“Sissy was just
changing his diaper,” Derek told her.
Mel glanced over
at Sissy and saw the old diaper still on the kitchen floor. “Just now?” she asked.
Chad curtseyed. “Yes, Mistress.” Curtsey.
She glanced at
the clock and smiled. “No reward time
again, but at least you don’t get punished.
An hour and forty-five, Sissy,” she finished, knowing full well that the
last part was unnecessary.
Andrea had been
there for almost half an hour now. She
had purposely gotten to the office early in case anyone else was early. As soon as she arrived, she had taken the
opportunity to put the coffee pot on in case anyone wanted any. And as soon as the coffee was making, she had
also made photo copies of the bet contract and set one out on the conference
table for everyone who would be coming.
Now all she needed was for the others to show up. She went back to the front door to wait.
Not surprisingly,
Gloria was the first to arrive. Andrea
let her in with a warm greeting and let her find her own way back to the
conference room since another car was just pulling into the lot. A few minutes later, she welcomed Sandra and
Cassie just as warmly.
She had to wait
longer for Robin to get there. Robin was
a bit flustered since she was worried about being late. “Sorry!” Robin apologized as she ran up. “I had to wait till my husband came home to
take care of the baby.”
“No problem,”
Andrea replied calmly. “You’re right on
time.” The two women hurried back to the
conference room where the others were gossiping animatedly. Robin was quickly greeted by everyone as she
came in and sat down… and the gossiping continued.
Gloria let their
socializing go on for a little while. In
fact, she herself was rather enjoying it.
But eventually she knew they had to get down to business or they’d never
get out of there. “Ladies!” she called
politely to get everyone’s attention.
“Ladies!”
The women
eventually settled down and gave their attention completely to Gloria.
“We all know why
we’re here,” Gloria said, “so now we need to figure out a plan of attack so we
can decide just who’s going to win this bet.”
“Decide?” Robin
asked with a bit of a chuckle. “I don’t
see how Sissy can win at all. From
everything I’ve seen, he’s totally incontinent already.”
“I’ll second
that!” Sandy
replied. “I don’t see how he can win
either.”
“That may very
well be,” Gloria said, “but we still need to judge him and come to a
determination fairly. And what if by
some stroke of fate, he does show that he can control himself. We need to be ready to deal with that.”
Robin
nodded. “I know. And he’s still claiming just that. He still thinks he’s going to win! He told me so on Friday.”
“You’re kidding?” Sandy replied.
“No. He really does!” Robin confirmed.
“Ladies!” Gloria
said to get their attention again. “So
you see, we really do have to come up with some kind of a plan. Before we start though, I think there’s one other
thing we should all keep in mind while we’re doing this.” She saw the questioning looks on everyone’s
faces. “Mel is planning on trying to
convince Chad
to throw the bet. She’s so afraid of
losing that she wants to convince him to either outright concede or to at least
act like he’s incontinent when we judge him.
And I’m still trying to decide if that constitutes cheating or not.”
“So what if it
is?” Cassie asked.
“I don’t think
it’s going to matter,” Andrea threw in.
“If you all look at the copy of their bet that I gave you, you’ll notice
that she has pretty much total say over everything, and he has no say at
all. She can do anything she wants! I’m guessing including trying to convince him
to concede. So as I see it, for her,
it’s totally legal.”
“I’m still not
happy about it,” Gloria replied as she skimmed through the document in front of
her.
“But what can we
do about it anyway?” Cassie asked.
“Either we won’t be able to tell, or for her it’s completely legal. As I see it, we really just have to call it
like we see it.”
Gloria
nodded. “You’re right of course. In the end, we just have to call it the best
we can.” She put a rather stern look on
her face. “And that means, being
honest! No slanting our decision one way
or another.”
Most of the women
nodded their agreement, but she was surprised to see kind of an undecided look
on Sandy’s
face. Gloria had no choice but to ignore
it. “So how should we decide?” she
asked. “Any ideas?”
“While we’re at
it,” Robin said. “What time are we going
to do this? I mean, can we put a cutoff
time on it? I have a family to get back
to. I really don’t want to wait around
half the night to figure it out.”
“Good point,”
Andrea agreed. “I can tell you that it
was probably about three or four in the afternoon when I put my notary stamp on
that document. And I for one would
rather not wait around much longer than that.”
She was reward to get a sense of agreement from everyone.
“I agree,”
Gloria replied. She looked at everyone,
“So, for the sake of setting a plan, we say that Chad has until… three pm to show us
what he can do. And that’s it! After that, we get together and decide. I don’t exactly want to wait around any
longer than necessary either.” She saw
agreeing nods from all around the table.
“So if three pm
is the end of it, when do we start judging him?” Robin asked. “I take it we all get together at some time
and just sit around and watch him? Like
I said, I have a family to think of.”
“How much time
do we think we’re going to need?” Andrea asked.
“Fifteen
minutes,” Sandy
said quietly, for which she got an unapproving look from Gloria.
“A couple of
hours I would guess would be the most fair,” Cassie replied.
“Wouldn’t that kind of depend on what we
want to judge him on?” Andrea asked.
“What do you
mean?” Cassie asked. “Shouldn’t we just
have him stand there and see if he wets his pants or something?”
“We could,”
Andrea replied. “But what if…”
The discussion
went on. The longer it went on, the more
they found that they needed to address.
Most of the women had thought that it would be a very simple matter to
determine, but once Andrea threw out her concern, then that led to other
concerns… which in turn led to still more.
And they had to come up with a way to cover everything as best they
could.
The three pm
deadline got pushed back to four pm to account for the time that Robin said he
usually messed his diaper every day. And
between Andrea and Gloria’s concerns, they finally decided to start judging him
at one o’clock in the afternoon – but they would all meet first at Cassie and
Sandy’s apartment at twelve thirty to make sure they were ready. Plus, they all had some shopping to do before
the judging and they had to make sure everything was ready.
It wasn’t a
perfect plan, but it was the best they could come up with under the
circumstances. If he really wanted to,
they all figured that Chad
could still throw his side of the bet and they might never know, but their plan
did lessen that possibility somewhat.
The only thing was, they were all fairly sure he wasn’t going to like
what they were going to require him to do.
But they weren’t going to give him a choice in the matter. Mel’s consideration was never even mentioned.
And one last
thing was decided. No matter what, Mel
and Chad
would not be told what was going to happen – until all the judges were there
with him at one o’clock next Saturday.
That way Mel could have no chance to “prepare” Chad beforehand.
“Well ladies,”
Gloria said, “I think that about does it.
Any other suggestions?” She
looked around the table but everyone was shaking their heads. “That about does it then. Thank you all for doing this… and for going
along with me in my wish to oversee this thing.
I simply want it to go fairly… no matter who wins.”
1 comment:
Oooooh plot! And Sissy being sissyish on his own with a friend *giggles* :) What fun!
Still don't want it to end though :(
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