The Bet - Chapter 45 (Monday – week 7 Part 6 of 7)

The Bet
by Karen Singer

Chapter 45 (Monday – week 7 Part 6 of 7)

Sandy felt like she was letting Mel down. Besides, she absolutely loved watching Sissy make such a fool of himself – especially as a baby – so she guessed she was disappointed for herself. But tomorrow night was out. She and Cassie had plans and there was no way she could watch Sissy for Mel. Unless… Unless… She and Cassie were just going to visit some friends for the evening. What if they agreed to let Sissy come too? Now that she thought of it, the more she liked the idea – really liked the idea!
She picked up her phone and called Cassie to see what she thought, then she called one of her friends to get her opinion. No problem! Finally, she dialed Mel’s number.
Mel was just driving home from work when her cell phone rang. With one hand, she quickly dug it out of her purse and answered it. “Hello?”
“Hi Mel, it’s Sandy.”
“Hey Sandy. What’s up?”
“Did you ever find someone to take care of Sissy tomorrow night?”
“No!” Mel answered, totally frustrated with the problem. “Got any ideas?”
“Maybe one… if you’ll agree to it.”
Agree to it? That sounded fairly ominous. Especially knowing Sandy. But she was desperate. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well, Cassie and I are just going to visit some friends tomorrow night and… well… I thought that maybe Sissy could come with us.”
Mel wasn’t too sure about the idea though. “Don’t you think your friends will object to someone like Sissy being there?”
“Oh no! They’re very… open minded. In fact, they’re both a bit… wild!”
Wild? That shook Mel a bit.
“But don’t worry,” Sandy continued, “I already checked with them and they said they didn’t mind at all.”
Mel was still trying to contemplate what wild meant. But desperate was desperate! “Um… I guess it’s okay, as long as they don’t mind. But Sandy, the real reason I need someone to watch Sissy is to make sure he keeps wetting as much as possible. You know, like with the time limits I put on him. Do you think they’ll mind that too?”
Sandy giggled. “No problem! I already told them about Sissy. In fact, they’re looking forward to seeing him. But don’t worry, just because they’re a bit kinky, they’re still good people.”
Kinky? “Um… I’m sure they are,” Mel replied. But she also realized that Sandy had already been through and checked with everyone. “Then I guess I don’t see any problem at all. Especially if you can make sure he keeps to his schedule. In fact, I appreciate it a lot!”
“Great Mel!” Sandy replied enthusiastically. “And I was thinking, maybe we could even offer to let Sissy cook us all dinner too?”
That part didn’t really bother Mel in the least. “That’s fine. He seems to like showing off his cooking talent.”
Sandy laughed. “It’ll be great! I can’t wait to show him off in that silly baby dress to everyone… Oh, hey! Gotta’ go! Talk to you later!”
Mel was suddenly left with an empty phone connection. Sandy wanted him dressed in his baby dress? What kind of evening did she have in mind? She now didn’t know if she was worried… or if she wanted to be there just to share in the fun!

Chad glanced at the clock. Mel was running late. But more importantly, he was worried about how much time he had till his diaper had to be leaking. He already knew that Mel would be home shortly. He also knew he was going to get a beating tonight for taking his thumb out of his mouth earlier with Robin. He didn’t want to make things any worse by not getting his diaper to leak when it was supposed to. So he was drinking furiously from his third baby bottle now since he had gotten home.
He heard the apartment door opening and he rushed out and saw Mel just coming in. He curtseyed. “Welcome home Mistress,” he said in his sissy voice.
Mel smiled at seeing him curtsey and hearing his silly sissy voice. The aroma of something good cooking in the kitchen filled the apartment too. “Thank you Sissy,” she replied as she set her things down on the little table by the door. When she turned back again, Chad was hurrying away back to the kitchen. She followed after him. “Something smells good,” she said as she watched him hurrying to the stove where he grabbed a large spoon to stir something in a pot.
“Thanks,” he replied as he set the spoon down again. “Dinner will be ready in just a moment.”
Mel shook her head. “I’ll be adding five more swats to your punishment tonight for not curtseying before speaking to me just then!”
Chad was shocked. He had been busy cooking! And she still expected him to curtsey every time he opened his mouth? Ugh! He curtseyed now. “Yes Mistress,” he replied sullenly.
Mel noticed that the table was very nicely set already. “I’ll be right back,” she said to him as she turned and headed toward her bathroom.
Chad dished out her meal. But it was only a meal for one. He hadn’t bothered to make any for himself since she had declared that he would be eating mostly baby food from now on. There was a whole cabinet full of it that he didn’t even want to look at. Mel came back as he was looking everything over one more time to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. This time he remembered to curtsey first. “It’s all ready Mistress,” he said as he stood back.
Mel smiled and sat down. Everything looked so nice. The food smelled so good. All that remained now was… “Sissy, back to your perch!”
He had been expecting it, but he still hated to hear her say it. He quickly grabbed himself one more desperate swig from his latest baby bottle, then headed sullenly back to his little corner where he climbed up onto his perch. His body was pressed up against both walls. The only thing he could see was the blurry vision of the two walls. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on staying as still as possible. Back in his little corner. Back up on his perch. Back to being out of sight and out of mind. Back to being – bored!
Mel ate leisurely as she watched him up on his perch in the corner. Dinner was excellent! He wondered what he would be cooking for Sandy and her friends tomorrow night. Whatever it was, she had no doubt that it would be something good. He didn’t know about that yet and she wondered if she should tell him or not. She decided to keep it from him for now. It wasn’t something he needed to be worrying about – yet. And knowing Sandy, maybe he should be worried! Sandy wanted to show him off in his baby dress? Her friends where wild? Kinky? She had a lot of mixed feelings about that. But mostly, she was jealous that she wasn’t going to be there herself.

Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored! Boring corner. Oh! I’m peeing! Excellent! Yes! Feels great! Is my diaper leaking? Leak! Leak! Leak! Please leak! Nothing… yet. Got to pee again! Got to start leaking! Need more to drink, but I can’t if I’m stuck here in this boring corner. How long have I been here now? How much longer? Isn’t she done with dinner yet? Ugh! I’m tired of this. My calves ache! My toes are all scrunched and hurt. I want to move them. I need to move them. But I can’t move them. There’s just no way. Stuck! Ugh! Want to move but I can’t. How much longer? Need to pee again! Come on! Pee, pee, pee!

Mel got up from the table and opened the cabinet that now held all his baby food. There was a lot to choose from. She started taking down jar after jar to see what it was. Gradually, she built a suitable dinner for him as she set the jars she wanted down on the counter. She grabbed a plastic child’s plate from another cabinet along with one of his rubber coated baby spoons. Then she opened jar after jar and dumped out the colorful mush onto the plate. When she was done, she was tempted to mix it all together into one big mushy pile, but she didn’t.
“Okay Sissy. Get yourself over here.”
Chad gratefully pulled himself off of his perch and stretched his legs and feet before trying to walk. He was just glad to finally be out of the corner again. He was especially glad to finally be off of his perch again. By the time he got to the kitchen, Mel was holding the tray to his highchair in her hands and was waiting for him to climb up onto it. He headed for the chair, but he saw a sudden look of anger in Mel’s eyes. He stopped and curtseyed to her again. He was relieved to see her smile. Only then did he climb up into his chair. She pushed the tray into place, locking him into the chair. Then she tied a bib around his neck. She delivered his dinner to him along with the tiny baby spoon. And finally, she put his latest baby bottle down on the tray for him to drink from. He grabbed the baby bottle first because he had to meet his leaking deadline.
Mel poured herself another cup of coffee and leaned back against the kitchen counter to watch him eating as she often did. “So it looks like you’re not going to get fired after all?” she asked.
Chad stopped eating momentarily and sighed with relief. “It looks like it anyway. Robin said she didn’t tell anyone.”
Mel smiled. “That’s good.”
“She was just so angry at me!” Chad said as he dipped his little spoon into some orange colored mush.
“What did you expect?”
Chad shrugged before stuffing the colorful food into his mouth. The action made him miss a bit and some of it spilled down onto his chin.
Mel chuckled. Actually, it was the first food he had spilled so far.
“I was hoping it would go a little better,” Chad finally said as he dipped his spoon back into his food again. He suddenly looked up at her. “And where did this sticking my thumb into my mouth thing come from?” he asked.
That was the part that had surprised Mel too. Surprised, and delighted her. But she wasn’t going to tell Sissy that. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I honestly don’t know.”
Chad went back to eating – and wondering what had gotten into Robin.
“Tomorrow night,” Mel said, surprised that it had come out of her mouth because she wasn’t planning on telling him about it yet. “I have a date.”
Chad was a bit surprised. “With Ray?” he asked.
Mel nodded. “Yes. With Ray.”
Chad felt disappointed and hurt. But he stopped himself from feeling any worse. Why shouldn’t she go out with a proper good looking guy? Why shouldn’t she have some fun with a real man? Who was he to say what she should and shouldn’t do? She was a good looking woman. She deserved to go out with a real man… not someone like him. Yeah, like she would ever go out with him… a sissy! Looking only down at the food on his plate he replied. “I hope you have a good time.”
Was that… disappointment she heard in his voice? Interesting. “I hope we will,” she replied. “And… I hope you have a good time too.”
Chad looked up quickly. “Me?”
Mel nodded. “You’ll be going with Sandy and Cassie to visit some friends of theirs. From what Sandy said, it sounds like she wants you to cook dinner for them.”
Chad’s surprise turned quickly toward being very interested. Cook them dinner? What should he make? It would have to be something that he knew was really good that would show off his cooking ability. A little problem quickly arose. “Will they be coming here?” he asked.
Mel shook her head. “No. Why would you ask?”
“Because I don’t know what kind of food they’ll have, or what spices they have, or what kind of pots and pans and other stuff they have available. Maybe I should go shopping before then and get everything I need. Then I can just take it all with me. Do you know how many will be there?”
Mel shook her head. “Don’t worry so much about it. I’ll check with Sandy tomorrow and let you know.”
As Chad finished the rest of his meal, he barely noticed anymore what he was eating. His mind was more focused instead on what he could make them for dinner. He wondered if Sandy’s friends were worried about eating only diet food.

While Chad was busy cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, Mel changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Then she put her ballet music on again and started making notes about what things she wanted to choreograph for Sissy’s ballet. It was slow going, but she was making progress. Her biggest problem was that he knew nothing at all about dancing, and he was absolutely not graceful in the least. But she supposed that none of that was the point. The point was to create something to show off what a sissy he really was… or so she thought. Since she was creating this thing, there was a certain amount of pride in showing off what she was capable of doing.
She glanced at the clock. The time for him to be leaking was quickly running out. “Sissy! Are you leaking yet?” she called from the living room.
Chad had heard the ballet music on her stereo and knew that he would be spending some time dancing again tonight. But that wasn’t her immediate question. “No, not yet.” he replied somewhat forlornly. He was close. He knew he had to be very close. But so far this diaper was proving to be stubborn.
“Did you curtsey before you answered me?” she called back.
Chad could have screamed! “No,” he replied once again with even more disappointment.
“How about then?” Mel asked.
Chad wanted to kill himself. This time he curtseyed, then replied. “No… but I just did then.”
“I’ll add ten swats to your punishment tonight. Better hurry up, your leaking deadline is getting awfully close!”
He knew it. He knew it all too well. There were still a few pots to finish cleaning, but he ignored them in favor of doing nothing but drinking from his latest baby bottle. Pee! Pee! Leak! Leak! It was impossible to try to pee any harder than he was already doing. It seemed like his whole life lately was dedicated to doing just that. With Mel around, it never let up! He briefly wondered about tomorrow night. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to worry about it tomorrow night at all. That would be a blessing!
He suddenly felt himself peeing yet again. He spread his legs hoping it would help matters, but unfortunately he felt nothing leaking. He glanced at the clock – two minutes left. Pee! Pee! Leak! Leak! But he had just finished peeing. He finished his bottle and quickly grabbed a fresh one out of the refrigerator. He drank furiously from it – just as he had with his last bottle. And miraculously, he felt a tiny bit of pee coming out once again. Leak! Leak! But nothing. It had been too little. In frustration, he began pacing around the kitchen while he drank from his bottle. One minute left. But then he felt something a bit odd. Wetness? He really wasn’t sure. He felt down around the bottom of his diaper and right at the leg opening on one side it felt a bit – wet. Yes! “I’m leaking!” he called out victoriously.
Mel glanced at the clock and saw the second hand tick down to the final second. She smiled. “Did you curtsey?”
Chad really wanted to kill himself.

Chad leaned over and put his arms up against the back of the chair. His totally naked bottom already made an inviting target for the thick yardstick she was holding at the ready in her hands. But it wasn’t what she wanted. Not what he had to do. He had no idea how many times she was planning on hitting him. Fifteen for sure, plus… a bunch more probably. Hating having to do it, he purposely raised his naked backside up even higher, making it the perfect target for her cruel stick. The swish of the stick moving through the air was faster than usual. Smack! Ouch! She had really hit him hard! Wow! With is backside stinging horribly, he stood up and curtseyed. “Thank you Mistwess,” he said in his sissy voice. It was a horrible thing to keep thanking her like that for hitting him. But… what choice did he have? He leaned back over against the chair again and raised his backside up into the required position. Swish… Smack! Ouch!
“You know Sissy,” Mel said as she waited for him to stand up and curtsey again, “one way or another, we’re going to teach you to curtsey politely at the drop of a hat.” She waited while he went though his little ritual and started to get back into position. “One way or another…” Swish… Smack! “We’re going to get you so accustomed to curtseying that you’ll be doing it without thinking anymore.” Again she had to wait while he curtseyed and thanked her. “You’ll be doing it before you do anything!” Swish… Smack! “If I have to, I’ll have you curtsey to every door before you open it… every little thing before you even touch it!”
Chad tried his best to digest that as he once again stood and curtseyed to her. “Thank you, Mistwess,” he said in his sissy voice again. But the shake in his voice was almost as much from the things she was saying as much as the pain he was feeling. He was so preoccupied by worrying about the next upcoming blows from her stick, and with what she was saying, that he didn’t even notice when he started peeing again as he leaned forward to brace himself against the back of the chair.
Mel smiled as she saw the golden colored liquid squirting out from his chastity device. “Well at least that’s one less thing we’ll have to beat you for tonight,” she said just before she swung her stick again.
Chad wasn’t even sure what she was talking about, and he thought even less about it as the sharp stinging blow to his backside registered immediately with his brain, wiping out all other thoughts.
Fifteen strokes, fifteen curtseys. All for not curtseying before he spoke – and each time had been when she wasn’t even in the same room with him. He was just glad to get them over with. His backside was on fire!
“Okay, that was the easy part,” Mel said as he finished his last curtsey and thanked her.
Chad wondered what she meant by that. He certainly wouldn’t have called that easy!
“Now we have to punish you for not following Robin’s instructions.”
He knew it was coming, unfortunately, he just didn’t know what Mel planned on doing about it.
Mel pointed toward the back of the chair again, and regretfully, Chad got back into position.
“Since this is going to be a lot…”
A lot? Chad started to get alarmed.
“…then just stay there like that till I decide to take a break. Then you can curtsey and thank me.”
Till she takes a break? A break? How many times was she planning on hitting him? And he already hurt!
“You’re going to learn that when a woman tells you to do something – make that when anyone tells you to do something – especially a woman – then you had better do it – exactly like they tell you to! Ready?”
Ready? Of course he wasn’t ready! What was she planning? Before he could think any more about it, she swung her stick – hard again. And before he could even fully react, she was swinging again, and again, and again. Over and over again as fast as she could, she pounded away on his backside with her stick. And the pain from it grew, and grew, and grew!
Mel swung fast and hard, but she was carefully controlling herself. Yes, she wanted to hurt him, but not like she would if she had lost control. Over and over again she hit his bare bottom, making sure to cover every inch of it on both sides. Very quickly, it grew from a warm rosy red to a very deep dark red. Finally she paused. “You can thank me now.”
Chad had no idea how many time she had hit him, it had hurt so much that it seemed to go on forever. He had been crying a little and fighting the tears before she had started, now he was bawling full out. He stood painfully, turned to her and curtseyed. But the words that came out of his mouth around his sobbing weren’t completely recognizable. Fortunately, Mel didn’t seem to notice.
“That’s one,” Mel said and pointed towards the back of the chair again.
One? One? He couldn’t believe it. She wasn’t done with him? He looked at the back of the chair and hesitated. He didn’t think he had the courage to lean back against it again for more punishment. But his hesitation only cost him another stinging slap from her stick against his leg. Quickly, he found himself back in position again awaiting the next part of his beating. Once again, Mel flailed away at him unmercifully while he cried, and cried, and cried. Finally she stopped. He was still leaning against the back of the chair, but he couldn’t move.
“Are you going to do as you’re told from now on?” Mel asked.
Still leaning against the back of the chair, he nodded his head vigorously and tried to say, “Yes.” But the moment he did, she was back hitting him again. Five more quick swats of her stick.
“That was for not curtseying before you spoke again!”
Chad curtseyed again, but he didn’t even try to speak. He was crying too hard. Three minutes later, he was laying face down on the carpet on top of a fresh diaper while Mel was gently applying soothing lotion all over his dark red backside. The lotion felt frigid cold and stung as soon as it touched him, but it quickly warmed up. Even though she was only lightly touching him, her hand still felt all too painful as she rubbed the lotion all over his bare skin. He hurt so badly that he was glad when she finally finished and he could roll back over so she could finish diapering him again. And once again, he was working on another hour and forty-five minute time limit.

Chad stood in the middle of her living room, fully dressed once again. He had expected to be practicing ballet again tonight, but it seemed that Mel had other ideas. Ideas that he was not all that fond of. Mel had been working with him for the last fifteen minutes trying to craft just the right kind of apology for him to give to Robin tomorrow. It wasn’t that it was all that much or all that difficult. It was just that it was… embarrassing! But then, wasn’t any kind of apology embarrassing?
“I think that will work,” Mel declared from her seat in the living room. “Let me see it now one more time.”
Chad curtseyed to her immediately – he dared not even think about doing anything without curtseying first. Then he paused for a moment to get ready. He reached down and grabbed the hem of his skirt and dropped into as nice a curtsey as he could, spreading his skirt as wide as possible. He bowed his head momentarily, then rose again putting his feet together and clasping his hands contritely in front of him. “I’m sorry Robin,” he said in his sissy voice, “that I didn’t do exactly what you told me to do yesterday. I promise not to give you any more trouble and to do whatever you say from now on.” Then he dropped into an identical curtsey to the first one again and stood back up. He looked to Mel for her approval and curtseyed quickly to her once again as he did so.
Mel smiled. “Yes, I think that will work nicely. It’s not too extravagant and I think it sets just the right tone. Don’t you?”
Of course all Chad could do was to curtsey again and agree with her.
“Good, now do it again.”
Once again, Chad had to go through the little routine, followed by another practice run, followed by another one. Finally, Mel dismissed him to go finish another bottle while she went back to work on making notes for his ballet.
Chad hurried into the kitchen where his latest bottle was, and immediately put it to his mouth and started drinking. Her stupid little apology routine wasn’t very difficult, but it sure made him feel foolish as he did it. Of course, when he did it for Robin tomorrow – ‘if’ he did it for Robin tomorrow, then he wouldn’t be using his sissy voice. His girly voice wouldn’t be quite so humiliating.
He finished his bottle and was just opening the refrigerator to get another one when Mel called him back into the living room again – to practice the routine five more times.

The Bet - Chapter 45 (Monday – week 7 Part 5 of 7)

The Bet
by Karen Singer

Chapter 45 (Monday – week 7 Part 5 of 7)

Mel was actually at her desk when she saw Chad’s email come through. She read it with great interest – twice. Finally! Things were happening there. And best of all, it was sounding like Robin may not have told anyone yet – not where she worked anyway, which was all she cared about.
She started to write back to Chad, but before she could get started, she was reminded of the odd thought she had that popped into her brain earlier in the day. Was it possible? Would it be possible? There was only one way to find out! Instead of writing what she had planned on writing to Chad, she sent him a reminder to continue to do whatever Robin wanted. Then she asked him to send him Robin’s email address. Two minutes later, she had it. Very carefully, she crafted an email to Robin.

Robin couldn’t believe it when her email notification popped up and showed that she had an email from Mel. What did that crazy woman want now? She opened it and read it.

Dear Robin,

Did you know that Sissy is under orders to do whatever you tell him to? And if he doesn’t do exactly what you say, then I want to know about it!

Call or email me if you want.

Mel

Robin read her note with disbelief. The woman was crazy! She wasn’t about to get drawn into their weird little games! She closed the email faster than she had opened it. But she couldn’t go back to work. Instead, she brooded about what a jerk Chad was. And over and over again, just as she had seen it in her mind all weekend long, she kept picturing him in that highchair, covered in baby food, acting like an infant! The stupid perverted idiot!

Chad stared at his computer monitor – without seeing it. He was more concerned over whether Robin intended on telling anyone about… him… or not. Did he, or didn’t he have to worry about being fired?
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. Despite Robin telling him she didn’t want him to talk to her, and despite Mel telling him again to do whatever Robin wanted, he got up from his seat to see her. He had to know! He stopped at the entrance to her cubicle. She was just sitting there with her head in her hands. “Robin,” he said quietly.
Robin turned angrily at the sound of his voice. What did she have to do to get the point across? She didn’t want to talk to him!
“You didn’t tell anyone?” he asked.
She was out of her chair before she even knew it. “Didn’t I tell you not to talk to me? What do I have to do to get you to understand that? I don’t want to hear your stupid voice anymore!” She paused, but only for a moment. “And just for your information, no, I didn’t tell anyone. Nobody at all! Your crazy friend Mel said that it was your biggest secret. The one thing you didn’t want anyone to know about! So why the hell did she tell me? You can think what you want about me, but some people are more trustworthy than others. No! I didn’t tell anyone about you and your… perverted interests! Not yet anyway. Now get the hell out of here!”
She actually shoved him again as she said it. Chad backed off quickly and hurried back to his own cubicle. Well, he had to know. And best of all, it sounded like she wasn’t going to divulge his secret – not yet at least. He actually breathed a small sigh of relief.
Robin again stared angrily at her computer screen, but like before, all she saw was the image of Chad in that silly highchair acting like a stupid baby! The idiot! And he wanted to know if she had told anyone his secret? His deepest, darkest, most perverted secret? What did he think she was? The idiot! The stupid, perverted idiot!
And then his… mistress… what a laugh!... had the gall to send her a note telling her that he has to do whatever she tells him to do? He can’t even keep quiet after she told him – repeatedly – not to talk to her! It was like talking to a three-year-old – you had to tell them things and tell them, over and over again. No, not quite like talking to a three-year-old. A three-year-old had more sense!
He wanted to act like a baby? He had to do whatever she told him to? Well… she knew how babies acted, she had one of her own! And if he was so insecure about everything, then she knew just how to deal with that!
Determinedly, she got out of her seat and marched straight back to his cubicle. “You like acting like a baby?” she announced more than asked.
Chad turned around, totally surprised to see her again so soon.
“Then stick your thumb in your mouth! And suck on it!” she ordered. “That’s what insecure little babies do, they suck their thumb!”
Chad was totally shocked. So much so, that all he could do was to stare at her in disbelief.
Seeing that he wasn’t moving, Robin added. “Your… mistress!” she spat the word, “tells me that you have to do anything I tell you to! So stick your thumb in your mouth and suck on it!”
Still not believing it, Chad slowly raised his left thumb and stuck it in his mouth. Mel had told her he had to do whatever she asked? Was it possible? Well, Mel had asked for Robin’s email address. He just hadn’t expected anything like this.
“I said suck on it!” Robin yelled angrily when she saw that his thumb was only resting in his mouth. She saw him start sucking. “Harder!” she ordered. “I want to see your cheeks going in and out!” A moment later, she felt better about things. It was as if she had physically hit him to vent her rage. “Now keep it there,” she added. “Maybe that will make sure I don’t hear another sound out of you for the rest of the day!” With that, she turned and walked off!
Chad stared at the empty entrance to his cubicle. She had ordered him to suck his thumb! He still couldn’t believe it. Where had that come from? He was so shocked, that he sat there like that for several minutes before he slowly turned around again and took his thumb back out of his mouth. He couldn’t believe it! As per Mel’s orders, he opened his email program again and started to write about what had happened.

Feeling a bit more satisfied, Robin had almost worked up the nerve to do something other than brood, when she heard the faint sounds of him typing in the next cubicle. And it bothered her! How could he type like that if he had his thumb in his mouth? He couldn’t!
In a flash she was out of her seat again and back at his cubicle. He was typing – with both hands! “Damn it!” she yelled. “It is just like talking to a child. You have to keep after them and after them! Didn’t I tell you to keep your thumb in your mouth? What do I have to do, stand you in the corner too?”
Wide eyed, Chad stuck his thumb back into his mouth again and sucked on it hard like she wanted him to. Robin watched him for a few moments, feeling satisfied once again. But then she thought of something else. “Wait a minute! You’re right handed. Put your right thumb in your mouth instead!” She watched as a disbelieving Chad slowly switched hands – and started sucking just as hard on his right thumb now. “Better!” she declared with more satisfaction.
But Chad had a problem now. How was he supposed to type? How was he supposed to work? He pointed toward his keyboard and his monitor, hoping she would understand his question.
Robin smiled. Her voice sounded almost kind. “How are you going to work?” Her voice changed to angry command again. “You still have another hand. Use it!” She turned and started to stomp away again, but she paused and turned back to him. “I’ll be back to check on you. Obviously you can’t be trusted to follow simple directions – just like a child!” She left him then, and returned to her seat, where she reopened the email from Mel and typed a very short reply - He doesn’t follow orders very well, does he!

Chad hunted and pecked with his left hand at his keyboard. Using the mouse was even more awkward. He had to reach across his body to use it, and then the buttons on it were in the wrong place for his left hand. He was careful though to keep his right thumb in his mouth. He didn’t suck on it as hard as Robin wanted him to, but he doubted she would see that as long as his back was to her. Very slowly he continued his email to Mel.

It was a little while before Mel got back to her desk and found both emails waiting for her. She wasn’t sure which one to open first. She opted for the one from Robin because it had come in first. What she read surprised her greatly. He didn’t follow orders? Had she told him to do something? She was about to reply, but she decided to read the one from Chad first – and she was glad she did. When she was done, she sat back in her seat to think about things.
Robin had actually ordered him to suck his thumb? She couldn’t believe it. Did that mean… No, it was too much to hope for. But still, it might be possible. She opened up Robin’s email again and hit the Reply button. She had to be very careful about this. The wrong move or the wrong word could spoil everything. Best to keep it short and simple again.
She wrote – Expect a “proper” apology from Sissy tomorrow. As always, feel free to call or email me.
Then she sent another email to Chad!

Chad had to reach awkwardly across with his left hand to open the email from Mel when it came in. What really surprised him about it was that Robin had obviously emailed Mel first – and told her that he hadn’t exactly followed her orders. The rest of it was only what he expected – be prepared to be punished severely for it. Ugh!
“Turn around!”
The command came so suddenly and unexpectedly that Chad had no time to prepare for it. He quickly turned around in his seat and saw Robin standing at the entrance to his cubicle. Fortunately, his thumb was still in his mouth. He started sucking furiously on it, making sure his cheeks were moving in and out as he did so – just the way she wanted them to.
Robin saw him still sucking his thumb – hard again. Although she doubted he had done much more than keep it in his mouth while she wasn’t there. She walked over and looked at the email message still up on his screen. It was from Mel. She read it. “It sounds like you’re going to get… what? A beating tonight? I hope so! I can’t think of anyone who deserves a beating more than a stupid pervert like you!” She headed back out of his cubicle again, but stopped at the entrance. “I’ll be checking, so keep that damn thumb right where it is – and suck on it so I don’t have to hear your whining voice about anything!”
She walked off leaving him alone again and went back to her own desk. She couldn’t believe it! The jerk! He was actually still sitting there sucking his thumb – like she had told him to. Well, he better be! She wasn’t in any mood to be nice today at all! And there was a certain feeling of… satisfaction… in ordering him about – and actually seeing him do it! As long as she kept watch on him, she guessed. Ha! Just like a child indeed! She wondered how much trouble Mel had with him. And… she wondered why she should even think such a thought.

It wasn’t that Chad minded sucking his thumb so much, it was just that having to keep it in his mouth all the time made doing anything very difficult. He tried to get some work done – not that there was all that much he had to worry about – at least not today. But actually getting anything accomplished was very difficult. He hoped nobody came down to his cubicle to see him today – like Tom Robinson, his boss! That would be embarrassing!
It was kind of strange, sitting there, sucking his thumb, while at the same time trying to notice every time he had to pee and try to hold back as much as possible. It was like two distinctly opposite things going on at the same time. And when the miserable suppository that Cassie had stuck up inside of him at lunchtime decided to do its thing, all he could do was to stand up to make the process go easier and faster – and suck his thumb all the harder while it happened. Ugh! At least Robin didn’t come back while it was going on. What would he have said? Oh yeah, nothing. She didn’t want to hear anything out of him today at all.
But shortly after he had “managed” to sit back down again, Robin did come back. “Turn around!” she ordered from the entrance to his cubicle.
Chad hadn’t heard her coming again, but his back was still to her. He started sucking hard on his thumb again as he turned his chair around, wondering what she would want now. But all she did was to look at him, nod her head, and leave again. He couldn’t believe it, she had been there for no other reason than to check on him. As he turned back around to face his computer, he knew that until she told him otherwise, his thumb was going to have to remain stuck in his mouth – or until he went home.
Twice more Robin made an appearance at his cubicle, for no other reason than to make sure his thumb was still in his mouth. The first time, she merely nodded her head and left again, the second time she shook her head and muttered. “Just like dealing with a child!” And again she was gone.
As the time got closer and closer to the time to go home, Chad began to wonder what he was supposed to do when work ended. Did Robin expect him to walk out with everyone else while he was still sucking his thumb? She had a big surprise coming if she did – because he wasn’t about to go that far!
As the work day drew to a close, Chad got up from his seat with his thumb still in his mouth and got his purse out, ready to go. He watched the clock as it ticked away the final few minutes. With less than a minute left to go, Robin was back one more time. She stopped at the entrance to his cubicle, her things were already in her arms. “Stay there with your thumb just like that till I’m gone! That way I don’t have to worry anymore about seeing you without it in your mouth!” And then she left. Chad sat back down again as if stunned. What a day! What a weird day!

The Bet - Chapter 45 (Monday – week 7 Part 4 of 7)

The Bet
by Karen Singer

Chapter 45 (Monday – week 7 Part 4 of 7)

Mel had only marginally enjoyed the lunch with Ray. The restaurant had been too hurried, too noisy. There had been no way to really enjoy it. Not to mention the awkwardness of some of the conversation. She was looking forward to her date with him tomorrow night, but she also worried he would ask more questions about her relationship with Sissy. That thought reminded her of her other little problem. What was she going to do with Sissy during her date? There was absolutely no way she could leave him alone without someone making sure he was wetting his diapers on time.
Her phone suddenly rang and she pulled it out to answer it. “Hello?”
“Hi Mel, it’s Cassie.”
“Hi Cassie. How did it go today?”
“Just like usual. I pretended to put that thing up inside of him again and he had no idea that I didn’t.”
“Good. I just hope it’s working!”
“So far, everything seems to be looking that way.”
“Yeah, so far. But will it stay that way?”
“I guess we can only hope. Hey Mel, I just wanted to let you know that while I was cleaning up his front side, he started peeing again…”
“I hope you didn’t get wet!”
Cassie laughed. “No worries, I caught it in time. But I just wanted to let you know that when it happened, he had no idea that he was doing it till I grabbed his diaper and had to pull it back over him.”
That was good news to Mel. “So he really didn’t seem to know it?”
“Not as far as I could see.”
“Great Cassie! Thanks!”
Mel hung up her phone. Cassie’s news was all good – and just what she was hoping for. But now she was still stuck with what to do with Sissy tomorrow night. But Cassie’s call reminded her of Sandy – and her offer to babysit with him any time she needed it. Sandy would be perfect! With a smile, she called Sandy. “Hi Sandy, it’s Mel.”
“Hey Mel. What’s happening?”
“I was just wondering if you were available to babysit with Sissy again?”
“You know I’d love to. Tonight?”
“Uh… no. Tomorrow night.”
“Oh gee Mel. Tomorrow night Cassie and I have plans. We’re going to visit some friends. I can’t do it.”
Mel could actually hear the disappointment in Sandy’s voice. She was disappointed too. “That’s okay, Sandy. I’ll figure something else out.”
“What’s going on tomorrow night?”
“I’ve got another date.”
“Good for you! Listen, Mel. You know I’d really like to help. But it’s just that, tomorrow night isn’t good for us.”
“Yeah. No problem Sandy. Thanks anyway.”
Mel hung up her phone again. Darn. Sandy would have been the perfect solution. Now what was she going to do?

Chad sat dejectedly at his desk and stared at his computer screen. But he wasn’t working. He wasn’t getting anything done at all. As far as he could tell, Robin still wasn’t talking to him… although he really hadn’t gone to her desk to even try. He just didn’t feel that brave. How much longer before his boss would call to fire him? It was only a matter of time.
He suddenly realized that he had to pee again and caught himself just as it started to release – automatically. He held it back, but only with great effort. But since it had already started coming out when he tried to stop it, the effort to hold back now was more than he could manage very long. With a sudden expulsion of his breath, he gave up and let it all loose.
He had to start trying harder to hold back! It had been another unbelievable weekend. Mel had been at him with her wetting requirements harder than ever. And today he had been so worried about Robin and his job that he had hardly bothered trying to hold back at all. Whether he lost his job or not, he still wanted to win this bet. It had gone so far now that there was no way he was going to back out – which would amount to the same thing as losing. Losing was simply not an option!
Disgusted with himself for not working harder at winning, he minimized the program on his computer. He could just barely hear Robin typing in the next cubicle. Feeling safe enough, he opened his spreadsheet for tracking the bet. He found today’s date and noticed that there were still eighteen days to go. Two and a half weeks. The number was down in the teens now which seemed like a major milestone, but today it still felt like an eternity.
He moved up to the date for last Friday. How long had he held back then? He wasn’t really sure at all, but something in his brain seemed to remember eight minutes. But was it? He filled it in, just because he thought it was correct. But how long would he manage to hold back today? He had a feeling that making only eight minutes again wouldn’t happen. Weekend’s with Mel seemed to take way too much of a toll on his system. But all he could do was to try – and try hard!

Robin glanced at the clock. There was still a little time before break. The others all wanted to see Sissy at break today, and now that those pictures had been spread around, she knew there was no way that Sissy would be able to avoid going – whether he liked it or not… and she really hoped he didn’t like it!
But should she talk to him again? Now? No, she just didn’t feel like it yet – if ever! Let him stew for a while. Besides, she didn’t know what she would say to the jerk anyway. The sick pervert!

Chad sat at his desk and pretended to work. He watched the clock. He still hadn’t received any notification yet about being fired. He wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not. It could still come at any time. The clock changed again. Break time – or… it would be… normally. Robin had told him not to go earlier, and since nothing had changed, he had no doubt that not going now was his best course of action.
“Sissy!” Robin’s voice spat angrily from the entrance to his cubicle.
Chad turned around totally surprised. Was she speaking to him again?
“You’re going to break! Get moving!”
Just that. No niceness about it. Just an order. But at least it was something. He got up quickly from his chair to follow her. He wanted to tell her how sorry he was. “Robin…”
“Shut up! I don’t want to hear your sick voice at all! Just don’t talk to me! Ever!”
Stung, Chad followed quietly behind her all the way to the break room. Robin never once even glanced in his direction the entire way through the halls. But now Chad was starting to get more worried about what the other women would say. He was sure that Robin had told them during the morning break about what she knew. There was no way that she couldn’t!
They entered the break room and Chad started to follow Robin towards the coffee pots, but he really didn’t want any coffee, not today. Besides, more liquid in his system wouldn’t help him with – other things. He stopped and stared at the table that was already getting filled up with women. He didn’t want to go there either. He glanced around the room. Derek certainly wasn’t there, Derek was away for the week. He saw no other refuge he could go to.
“You’re not getting coffee?” Robin asked, seemingly pleasantly.
Chad was a bit startled by her question and how nice it had sounded. “No…” But that’s as far as he got before the quick flash of anger on Robin’s face stopped him. Without saying a word, he headed for the coffee.
“Hi Robin,” one of the women said as she passed them after getting her own coffee.
“Hi,” Robin returned very pleasantly.
“Hiiii Sissy,” the woman said to Chad.
But it was the way she had said it that startled him – and worried him. And what was that weird look in her eyes? “Uh… Hi,” he returned cautiously.
He waited while Robin got her coffee, then he filled his own cup and followed her towards the women’s table.
“Sissy!” One of the women called out excitedly. “Hurry up and get over here girl!”
As Chad approached the table, one of the women pulled out an empty seat for him. He noticed that all eyes were firmly on him. Obviously, Robin had told them everything! He felt like a lamb being sent to the slaughter as he sat down.
“Now we want to know all the details!” One of the women said excitedly. “And don’t leave anything out!”
All the details? What was he supposed to tell them? That he had this weird quirk?
“Those pictures were great!” another woman said. “And that kiss!”
Pictures? They had pictures? And the kiss? And then it dawned on him, the date! The pictures that Ray had taken. They weren’t talking about his bet with Mel at all. They all wanted to know about the date. Maybe Robin hadn’t told them – as hard as it was to believe. Open mouthed with surprise, he asked, “You have pictures?”
“You mean you haven’t seen them yet?”
Chad shook his head. “No.”
“Oh, they’re real good!” the woman replied.
“Real good!” another woman echoed.
“I just wish I could see your dress better,” another woman said. “None of the pictures show the front of it very well. Did you get it just for that date?”
“Uh… Yeah,” Chad replied, still trying to come to grips with the fact that they just wanted to know about his date last night. “I liked it when I tried it on. It was comfortable too.”
“So did Derek like it?”
“Uh… I guess so.”
“Men!” another woman added. “They never mention anything important!”
“Well,” Chad added, “He did say he appreciated how I had dressed.” He didn’t add that Derek had been comparing it to the outfit he had worn to the poker game.
“Then he did like it!” the woman replied. “Actually, I think that’s more than you can get out of most men!”
“So how about the kiss?” another woman asked. “Were you expecting it?”
Chad wasn’t sure how to answer. He nodded. “Kind of,” he finally replied. Again, he didn’t add that it was part of the bet between Derek and Ray from the poker game.
“And you got one! And from the looks of things, it was a good one! Tell me, how was it – really?”
Ugh! What a thing to talk about! “Um… “Surprising. I wasn’t expecting anything at all like what he did.”
“And you keep claiming you’re not getting a sex change just to be with him!” One of the women teased.
“I’m not!” Chad protested. But most of the women just laughed.
Robin sat back and said nothing at all as the questions continued. Actually, she was just as caught up in the details of his date as the rest of them, she just refused to show it. The jerk! How could he ever agree to do something so stupid as what he was doing? And all for… a bet? Dumb! Dumb! Dumb! And… sick!
The women started to leave and Robin got to her feet. She saw Sissy do the same. In a group of women, they headed for the door. She could still hear some of them asking questions to Sissy, and he was still trying to give out only little details. Idiot! Once they were through the door and out into the hall, the tangle of women broke apart, and one hall later, she and Sissy were alone.
“Robin…” Chad began.
“Shut up you idiot!” she spat back quickly. “I told you not to talk to me!” The fool! Did he think everything was going to be just fine and dandy between them now? The idiot!
Chad followed her silently all the way back to his cubicle. She stopped at the entrance.
“Don’t talk to me!” she said angrily again.
Sullenly, Chad entered his cubicle and headed for his seat. But before he could sit down, she was talking again – or more like yelling.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked.
Chad turned quickly, his eyes wide with surprise. He had expected her to just leave. But before he could say anything, she was on top of him and pushing him roughly back into his chair. “But…”
“I said shut up!” she screamed. “What the hell is wrong with you? Do you know how stupid that idiotic bet of yours is? You pervert! You stupid, stupid pervert! Signing your life away – throwing your life away! For what? Some silly furniture? Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! You disgust me!
“And you actually want someone to boss you around like that? Make you do the most idiotic things imaginable? You’re sick, sick, sick! And you like it? You like it? That’s the part that really gets me! You actually not only like it, but you want it! You want that bitch to push you around like you’re nothing! Make you do things like… like… I don’t know what! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Sick! Sick! Sick!
“When you kept saying that it was complicated, I never really believed you. Well, I believe you now! And I wish to God I never heard of you!”
Robin backed off for only a moment – just enough time for her to catch her breath before launching back at him again.
“She invites me over – the bitch! And I think, wow, wonderful, I’m finally going to get to find out what’s going on. And then she shows me that contract you signed – not only signed, but had notarized! Are you crazy? Well, we’ve established that much already. And then I read what’s on it, and I thought it had to be a joke. Some kind of sick, sick joke! But it wasn’t! You actually want her to do this to you. You actually want to be some kind of a… a… sick, sick slave or something!
“And then she starts telling me you want to be a baby! Damn! You idiot! You actually want to wet your pants everywhere? I can’t believe it! I certainly didn’t want to believe it then! So she takes me over to… that place! And I see you… Sitting in a damn highchair for heavens sake! Covered with baby food everywhere. Wearing some kind of silly dress!
“You idiot! Idiot! Idiot! You’re nothing but a sick pervert! A sick, sick, pervert! So just… stay away from me!”
With that, Chad watched her turn quickly and stomp out. He was relieved she was gone. She had finally had it out with him. He was glad she had ordered him not to speak, because he really didn’t know what he would have said.
Well, he guessed he should tell Mel about it. He was sure she would want to know. He opened up his email program and wrote to her. He also mentioned that he wasn’t sure anymore if she had told anyone about their bet or not. When he finished, he closed the email program again. Now he was stuck to ponder the big question – did she tell anyone? The women in the break room didn’t seem to know about it. They were only interested in his date with Derek. But how about anyone else? And, more importantly, was she planning on telling anyone else? Did he still have to worry about being fired?

The Bet - Chapter 45 (Monday – week 7 Part 3 of 7)

The Bet
by Karen Singer

Chapter 45 (Monday – week 7 Part 3 of 7)

Ray sorted through the pictures he had taken last night. He had sent them all on to Mel, but now… Now, it was just a shame that Derek wasn’t here this week. It really wasn’t as much fun, making fun of someone when they weren’t there – to receive the “benefit” of all his trouble. But, unfortunately, timing was everything. He selected one of the pictures of Derek kissing Sissy. One of them dancing together. One of them with the dessert for two between them. And finally, one of them holding hands together on the way out of the movie. He had more, but he was sure that these would be enough.
Now, who to send them to? Robin, of course, and he finally selected three other women from around the company that he knew would “spread” the gossip. Perfect. One click later and the pictures were sent. Now all he had to do was to sit back and listen to the office chatter. Poor Derek. It really was such a shame that he wasn’t here.

Robin cruised straight past Chad’s cubicle as she returned to her desk. She only noticed out of the corner of her eye that he was still in there. She still didn’t want to talk to him… if she ever talked to him again! Unfortunately, because of the other women in the company, she was going to have to – eventually.
She sat down at her desk and noticed that she had some emails. One of them was from Ray. What did he want? She opened the email – and was shocked to see a picture of Sissy kissing Derek! She didn’t quite know what to think about that. Then she realized there were more pictures in the email. As much as she didn’t want to look at them, she couldn’t not look. Last week, before she knew what was really going on, she would have swooned over the pictures and had a ton of fun with them. But now? Obviously, Sissy had had an interesting date Sunday night. Obviously! She just wasn’t sure she wanted to know any more about it.

Mel finished up with her client and immediately checked her email again. No message from Chad. No calls either. She didn’t know if that was good or bad. There was also the possibility that Robin was yelling at him right then and he hadn’t had time to write to her yet. But she figured that more likely, things were quiet where Chad was.
Knowing she shouldn’t put it off any longer, she sat down to write to him.

Sissy,

I doubt that Robin will continue avoiding you forever. I think you should be prepared for the fact that she’s probably going to be pretty upset at you and will probably show it. So be prepared to be yelled at… at least!

One more thing – and this is important! If she tells you to do something, then I suggest you follow her wishes and respect her needs. I can see several possibilities there. She may want you to explain more about what’s going on, or she may just want you to shut up and not say a word. Who knows? She may want something else entirely! I recommend you do whatever she wants and just let her vent. Just keep me informed as soon as possible.

Chad read Mel’s email and shook his head. Why did she even bother sending it? He was more than sure that – eventually – Robin would speak to him. And he was also fairly sure that Robin wasn’t going to exactly be nice to him when she did. And what else was he supposed to do except shut up if she wanted him to be quiet or to try to explain if that’s what she wanted instead. Dumb instructions! But at least he knew that Mel was watching and that she cared. That in itself was fairly comforting.

Ray stood outside the restaurant and waited for Mel to show up. He finally saw her arrive and pull into an empty parking space. He had to wonder about her. She was a lawyer, so she must make pretty good money. She drove a real nice car. So why didn’t she live in a more upscale place? Well, maybe it would make good conversation for lunch. He smiled as she came running up.
“Hi!” Mel said breathlessly. “I’m so sorry I’m late. Clients can be so… frustrating sometimes.”
“Don’t I know it,” Ray replied as he politely held the door to the restaurant open for her.
The restaurant was packed, but they still got a table right away. Wait staff were hurrying everywhere trying to take care of customers as fast as possible. Before they had a chance to start talking, a waiter was there to take their drink order. Since everything seemed so rushed, they each picked up a menu and read through it quickly before saying anything to each other. The waiter was back quickly with their drinks and they each ordered something light off of the menu. The waiter departed just as fast as he had arrived.
“So where would you like to go tomorrow night?” Ray asked as he leaned forward across the table.
Mel wondered if the look in his eyes was hunger for some lunch, or her.
“I don’t know. Surprise me!”
Ray smiled and started to lean back in his chair before speaking, but Mel added one more thing. “Maybe someplace nice where I can dress up again. I don’t get the chance all that often.”
Ray’s smile broadened. “How about dinner, then a club or two. I know you like to dance.”
“Sounds perfect!” Mel replied happily.
“So I was wondering,” Ray said, launching into his newest conversation topic. “You’re a lawyer, so I’m guessing you make a decent amount of money, and I noticed that you drive a nice car – real nice by the way, but the apartment you live in, while it’s nice, doesn’t seem to quite… suit you.” He was hoping he was polite enough by the way he posed the question.
Mel shrugged her shoulders. “I moved there right after college and… I guess I got comfortable. I am working on something right now though where I hope to be buying a new house very soon.” She didn’t add that that something was Sissy!
Ray figured that that explained things fairly well. She just got… lazy about it. She probably didn’t have the “drive” to want all the trappings that came with success. Either that, or she wasn’t all that successful. “So…” he began again, trying to find another topic that dealt with her. “How did you wind up as nursemaid to Sissy?”
Mel almost choked on the word “nursemaid.” Fortunately, she hid it quickly. As far as she could tell, Ray hadn’t heard any of the gossip that Robin was bound to be spreading – yet. And she hoped things would stay that way. “Um… Sissy moved in next door to me.”
“And you somehow discovered that he wanted to be a woman?”
Well, that wasn’t really correct but… She realized she was treading on dangerous territory here. “Um… Something like that.”
“So, how did it happen?”
Big red flags went up in Mel’s mind. “Um… We each got a bit too drunk.”
Something about her answer surprised Ray. “So, you actually went out with him and you both got drunk and he told you he wanted to be a woman?”
“Um… Not exactly. I bought some beer and we had it at my place.”
“So…” Ray continued, just trying to keep the conversation going, “was he dressed as a woman then?”
Mel really wished he’d get away from this line of questions. “No. It just kind of came out while we were blitzed.”
“And you encouraged him in it?” Ray asked incredulously.
Mel really had to get things away from this topic. Ray was asking all the wrong questions. “That wasn’t… quite what happened,” she replied. Then she tried to move things on to something else. “Let’s not talk about Sissy. Let’s talk about you instead. So, do you have something against Derek?” she asked.
Ray was clearly surprised by the question, let alone her changing the subject so abruptly. “No, not really.”
“But you clearly like teasing him.”
Ray smiled. “Who wouldn’t? Sometimes, the guy just asks for it.”
Mel wasn’t all that sure about that. She somehow had the impression that Ray was more like the big rooster in the henhouse, and he didn’t want any competition around. Fortunately, their lunch arrived just then and the conversation went back to their upcoming date tomorrow night. Mel was relieved!

Cindy watched almost angrily as Sissy drove into the parking lot and got out of his car carrying his big pink diaper bag with him. But she dared not make any fuss over the matter since Cassie was standing right next to her, also watching him approach. The reason she was angry, was because Cassie had just told her, in no uncertain terms, that she couldn’t even watch today. And Cassie had made it just as much a point to tell her not to argue about it. So now, she was a bit… miffed at.
Chad got through the gym door and was surprised to see Cassie already up front, waiting for him. But he and the receptionist were staring at him as if waiting for something. With a bit of a sigh, he curtseyed and greeted first Cassie, then he did it again for the receptionist. He was rewarded by seeing the look on the receptionist’s face change to one of delight and he heard her giggle.
“Come on Sissy,” Cassie said as soon as he finished. “Let’s get started.”
Chad couldn’t believe his luck, especially when he realized that the receptionist was staying behind. “She won’t be joining us today?” he asked quietly as they made their way past several women on the treadmills.
“Not today,” Cassie replied.
“Hi Sissy,” one of the women called to him as he walked past. She was very sweaty from her workout. He just waved his arm a bit in reply and kept walking. He really wished they would forget him there, but that was probably asking too much.
“How was your date?” Cassie asked a minute later as he started to get undressed.
“I got through it,” Chad replied.
“But did you have any fun?”
“Well… It was mostly, awkward,” Chad admitted. “Very awkward! But the movie was good!”
“Well, that’s something anyway,” Cassie replied as she started pulling supplies out of his diaper bag. A few minutes later, she peeled back his completely soaked diaper, exposing his chastity clad penis underneath. “So how are things going with your friend Robin today?” Cassie asked as she took a cloth to start wiping him off.
“I don’t know,” Chad replied as he briefly took his bottle out of his mouth. “She won’t speak to me. I don’t think I’ll have to worry about it very long though, because once she tells enough people, I figure I’ll get fired pretty quickly.”
That startled Cassie. “I hope not!” she replied with genuine concern.
“Me too. But I don’t see it not happening.”
“Pray. Maybe a miracle will happen.”
“It will have to be a big one!” Chad replied. He put his bottle back into his mouth and sucked on it worriedly.
Cassie was about to tell him to roll over so she could do his other side, when all of a sudden she saw a ton of pee rushing out of his chastity device. As she quickly grabbed the wet diaper still under him to pull it protectively back in place, she noticed the look on his face – as if he was totally oblivious to what he was doing. Was it possible?
Chad was startled as Cassie suddenly pulled his wet diaper back into place. The action interrupted his moody thoughts enough for him to see the surprised look on her face. He was about to ask what she was so startled about, when he finally realized he was peeing. Embarrassed, he apologized for what had just happened. Geez! He had to get with it and get control of himself again. He had been so worried about Robin and getting fired all morning that he had barely even tried to control himself.
Cassie finally pulled the wet diaper back a bit to check to see if he was done yet. There was still a tiny bit of pee dribbling out of the tip of the plastic device. She watched till it finished. She was just glad that she had noticed what was happening fast enough. Catastrophe averted! She once again wiped off his front side, then slid the now even more soaked diapers out from under him. Seconds later, she slipped fresh dry diapers back in their place. “Okay, roll over,” she finally said.
Chad removed the bottle from his mouth and set it aside as he rolled over, exposing his backside for Cassie to clean – and hopefully play with. The cleaning took only moments, but the luxurious feel of her hands massaging in the baby lotion all over him felt totally exquisite! He closed his eyes as he concentrated on the feel of her hands. His hopeful longings were rewarded when her fingers finally moved closer and closer to his little back hole, and finally into it. What a feeling! He didn’t know why he loved it so much, but he did. It simply felt – great! He enjoyed her finger moving in and out of him for a few moments, then he felt her hands leave him again. A moment later, something much larger and harder was pressed up against him. That made him really happy!
Cassie moved her toy slowly into him, then slowly out again, but it was only moments before he was actively trying to push and pull himself against it. Instead of trying to control it in him, she just held on and let him do all the work – and very soon she had to hold on tighter because he was doing an awful lot of work!
Chad pushed himself back and forth, over and over again against Cassie’s toy. It wasn’t just that it felt good, it was something much more, something… sexual. Maybe it was just that it had been so long now since he had been able to orgasm. Or maybe it was just that he was liking it more and more. He didn’t know and didn’t care. He simply couldn’t get enough of it. And it seemed like his enjoyment from it was more than ever before. But as usual, eventually he realized that all his effort was useless. He wasn’t going to orgasm from it. It was impossible. All he was doing was making himself even more frustrated. That was the big problem with his chastity device, it simply made some things totally hopeless. He slowed down and buried his head in his arms in frustration as he felt Cassie pulling the toy out of him. Hopeless! A moment later, he felt Cassie’s finger invading his backside once again as she pushed the inevitable suppository up inside of him. Hopeless!
Cassie smiled to herself. Once again she had only faked putting the silly little suppository up into him, and once again he obviously didn’t know it. Would he ever find out? She wondered what would happen if he did. Not that it would really matter. Mel would probably go back to making sure he got one every time – and she would probably have it done in such a way that he would know without a doubt that it was there!

The Bet - Chapter 45 (Monday – week 7 Part 2 of 7)

The Bet
by Karen Singer

Chapter 45 (Monday – week 7 Part 2 of 7)

As Chad pulled into the parking lot, he tried to see if Robin’s car was there yet. He didn’t see it, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t here already. What was he going to say to her? For that matter, what was she going to say to him? The only thing he was certain of was that whatever she said, it wouldn’t exactly be pretty. Bracing himself again, he got out of the car and headed into the building. The few people he saw, didn’t seem to act any different toward him today than usual. He figured that was a good sign. He just knew it wasn’t going to last. Before going into his own cubicle, he checked Robin’s, she wasn’t here yet. It was only a matter of time.

Robin wasn’t in any hurry to get to work today. She didn’t really want to go at all. Things had been so much easier before this weekend – before she knew… the truth. The idiot! She was still angry at him. Complicated? He was damn right it was complicated! She had never really believed it before, no matter how many times he had said it. But now she knew. And now she knew what he was… whatever you could really call it. Idiot? Pervert? Sick? All that, and so much more! She wasn’t looking forward to seeing him. She didn’t want to see him. Because every time she thought about him she got so angry she could spit! The pervert!
Reluctantly, she pulled into one of the parking places, and even more reluctantly she got out of her car and headed toward the building. As she turned down the hall where their cubicles were, her steps faltered for a moment, then they sped up till she was walking much faster. As she passed his cubical, she purposely didn’t even turn her head to look inside. She just kept going, all the way to her own desk.
Chad had been looking at his computer screen when he heard someone pass his cubicle. “Robin?” he called. But he got no answer. Was she here? But nobody else ever came down this way. It had to be her. Getting up from his seat, and knowing it was going to be bad, he went to see her. He cautiously turned the corner into her cubicle, she was just sitting there at her desk with her back to him. “Robin?” he said again.
Robin heard him call her again. The pervert! She turned around quickly in her chair. “Get out of here! Get the hell out of here! I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t even want to see you! Get lost you… you… you jerk!” And just as quickly, she turned her back to him again, hoping that he’d get the point and go away.
Shocked, and even more deeply wounded, Chad turned and sadly made his way back to his desk. It hadn’t gone well. But what did he expect, that she would be laughing and happily accepting of… of… what he was? Did he think that she was going to tell him that everything was wonderful? Get a grip!
He sat down at his desk and stared blankly at his computer screen. Now what should he do? Mel had said she wanted to know every little thing she said to him. He considered calling her, she would probably still be home, or maybe on her way to work. But if he called her, then Robin would hear him talking and would know that he was passing everything on. Instead, he opened up an email and tried to explain exactly what had happened. Telling Mel that Robin was still angry seemed to be an understatement, but he tried his best to stick to the facts.

The first thing Mel did when she got to work was to tell Andrea to watch for Sissy’s calls and to let her know as soon as possible. Then she went in and checked her email. She wasn’t sure if she was surprised or not to see one already from him. Actually, she was kind of glad to see it because he was at least going to be keeping her up to date. She opened the email and read it. And frowned. It wasn’t going well so far. But there wasn’t anything she could do about that. She would just have to wait and see what happened.

All morning long, Chad sat quietly at his desk, worried about what was going to happen. The only good thing that occurred was that Tom Robinson had emailed him a short list of some little things that needed doing. Busy work. Nothing difficult. But it kept his mind occupied for a while. The list of things also meant that Tom hadn’t yet heard about what Robin now knew. Not yet at least. He heard very little over the wall from Robin’s cubicle, except for some faint sounds of her typing on her keyboard once in a while. Was she emailing everyone about what happened instead of phoning them? The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

It was mid-morning when Mel finished with a client and Andrea told her she had a phone call while she was busy. But the call wasn’t from Chad, it was from Ray instead. Mel couldn’t believe it, she had totally forgotten about Ray. She had been too preoccupied worrying about Sissy instead. But now that she had been reminded, she happily sat down at her desk and dialed his number. “Hi Ray. It’s Mel.”
“Mel… How are you today?”
She wasn’t about to tell him that just thinking about him was making her horny again. “Don’t ask!” she said instead. “Lots of worries today.”
“Can I take your mind off of them with some lunch?”
“Lunch?” She really had a nice dinner somewhere in mind instead. Besides, she usually met with Gloria. “Uh… Sure, why not?” Gloria would just have to go on her own.
“Excellent! Because otherwise I might have had to hold all these pictures I have from last night ransom till you agreed to go out with me.”
“The pictures! I can’t wait to see them! And… to be honest, I was really thinking of something a bit more… interesting than just having lunch with you. I mean, just you and I, without anyone else.”
Ray couldn’t believe it! What a woman! “Well, besides lunch today, how about we go out somewhere tomorrow night?”
That surprised Mel. “Tomorrow?”
“Yeah. I’m kind of busy tonight.”
Mel had no doubt about that and briefly wondered who he was going out with. It also took some of the interest out of it for her. But… “Yeah, tomorrow night is good for me too.”
“Wonderful!” Ray exclaimed. “We can talk about it over lunch today. Now, where do you want me to send these pictures?”
It wasn’t till Mel had hung up the phone again and was spending a moment picturing herself out with Ray tomorrow night – and then forced herself to get back to thinking about Sissy’s problem, that another problem hit her. Sissy! What was she going to do with him tomorrow night? She couldn’t just leave him alone. She didn’t dare! He spent way too much time every day at work holding back and regaining his control. A single evening of it too would be disastrous. What was she going to do with him?

Gloria was between clients when she happened to check her email. She noticed one from Mel, which was strange because Mel usually phoned. She opened the email without hesitation though… and stared in shock at the picture on her screen. It was obviously Sissy – dressed very nicely from what she could see. But he was in the arms of another man and they appeared to be kissing passionately! Just below the picture were two simple words: “Call me!”
Never taking her eyes off of the picture, she picked up her phone and dialed Mel’s number. “Mel?”
Mel giggled at hearing Gloria’s voice. “Do you like it?”
“It’s really… something!”
Mel giggled again. “You should see some of the other pictures too.”
“You have more?”
“A bunch!”
“It looks like you had some fun last night for sure!”
“More than you’ll ever know!”
Finally, Gloria smiled. “Well, I can’t wait to hear about it. Lunch today?”
“Uh… That’s one of the things I wanted to talk about,” Mel replied. “I can’t today. I’ve kind of got a date.”
“A date? With which guy? The one you were dating last night or the one that Sissy was with – that you said you liked better?”
“My date. Ray.”
“I thought you said he was scum?”
“Well… He is, but… Well… Damn, he had me so hot last night!”
“So you finally got laid again! Good for you!”
“No. No… we didn’t… It’s just that…”
“Wait a minute, you didn’t get into bed with him but things got… hot?”
“For me anyway.”
“From that picture you sent me, it looks like Sissy wasn’t doing too bad either.”
Mel giggled again. “Trust me, neither of them really liked it.”
“You could have fooled me!”
“So anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I can’t meet with you for lunch today. It’ll have to wait till tomorrow.”
“Whatever. Just go have a good time!”
“Thanks, Gloria. It’s a shame though, because I really need to talk to you.”
“About what? It sounds like everything is going great.”
“Well, not everything. I kind of made a big mistake with Sissy this weekend and I don’t know how to fix it.”
Gloria sighed. Sissy again! “I’m afraid that other than lunch, I’m kind of booked up all day today.”
“Yeah, me too. And my schedule looks to stay that way for the next few weeks. We’ll just have to put it off till tomorrow. Okay?”
“Whatever. Sounds fine with me. Oh, and Mel…”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad you’re having some fun!”

Chad was working, but his body was on pins and needles. He kept waiting for the expected phone call to come from his boss, Tom Robinson, telling him that he was fired and to clear his things out. He was so worried about it, that he barely gave any effort into trying to hold back when he had to pee. It was just a bit too much to think about. Too much to worry about when the executioner’s ax was hanging right over his head. He knew his diapers were soaked, but he wasn’t about to worry more than normal about them. Wetting and leaking were totally secondary to everything else.
He heard Robin moving in her cubicle over the wall. He glanced at the clock – break time!
It wasn’t that Robin really wanted to go to break, it was more like she really needed something more to distract her – and her anger. She got up from her seat and walked out. She stopped at the entrance to Chad’s cubicle and looked in. There he was – the sick pervert! He was just turning around in his chair like he expected her to talk to him. Well… “I’m going to break,” she said. “Don’t come!” With that, she turned away from him and walked off. For some reason, she felt a bit better about things.
Chad stared open-mouthed at the empty entrance to his cubicle. “Don’t come?” Those two words seemed to speak volumes. Feeling worse than ever, he turned around and stared at his computer screen again. But work was out of the question. At least not for a while. Instead, he opened up another email and sent a short note to Mel about what had just happened. He hadn’t heard back from Mel yet today, but why should he? There was nothing she could do to help.

Robin grabbed a coffee and headed for the women’s table. The minute she sat down, her friends were asking about where Sissy was and how his date went last night. The truth was, she had totally forgotten he was supposed to go out with Derek last night. She hadn’t even given it the slightest thought. And to really tell the truth, she didn’t care in the least. “Oh, he’s working,” she replied to everyone. “I don’t think he’s going to be able to make it today.”
“So how about his date,” someone asked again. “What did he say?”
All Robin could do was to shrug her shoulders. “We haven’t had a chance to talk yet. Like I said, he’s been working pretty hard today.”
“Awfully convenient, if you ask me,” one of the women replied. “I’ll be he just doesn’t want to share all the ‘intimate’ details!” There were a few chuckles from around the table, but not from Robin.
“I’m surprised at you girl!” another woman said to Robin. “That’s not like you. Usually you get in there and dig, no matter how busy they are!”
Robin blushed, “Well, I’ve been a bit too busy today too.”
“Sounds strange to me,” someone else replied.
“You make sure he’s here later,” another woman told Robin. “We can’t have him not filling us in with all the details after his first date like that!”
Robin still wasn’t ready to have Sissy anywhere near her, but she realized that the other women weren’t going to let up till they got what they wanted. She on the other hand, had already had her fill of him!

Mel read Chad’s latest email with interest – and worry. Obviously Robin wasn’t coming around yet. But at the same time, Chad still hadn’t mentioned anything about being fired – yet. That was good news – she guessed. Of course, if he did get fired, then maybe he would be more interested in losing their bet – just so she would take care of him. It was a nice thought, but she knew it wouldn’t happen.
One thing she realized that she hadn’t realized before, was that in telling Robin about Chad and their bet, she had not only hurt Chad, but she had also hurt Robin too. Robin hadn’t been ready to accept any of the “kinkier” aspects of Chad’s life and in learning about it like she did, Mel had pretty much destroyed the friendship between the two of them.
But somehow, she just didn’t see Robin as the type to ignore Chad completely – and permanently. And since Chad hadn’t yet mentioned anyone else giving him any trouble, then she was also beginning to wonder if Robin would actually tell anyone else. Of course, it was still early yet, and from everything that Chad had told her about Robin, she was guessing that Robin would have to tell someone. And even so, she was also guessing that eventually, Robin would probably have it out with Chad. The more she thought about that, the more she had no doubt at all that it would happen – and, she was betting that it wasn’t going to be pretty either.
She decided that maybe she should warn him to prepare him for what she was guessing was coming. She started typing a return email to him about her thoughts on what was most likely to happen as far as Robin went, but halfway through, she stopped. An odd thought struck her. One that needed more time to examine. She closed the email without replying as her mind pondered the idea. It was crazy!
She grabbed a folder off of her desk and got up to meet with her next client. But her mind wasn’t on work, it was on Chad and Robin. What a dumb idea! It was stupid! But it was now stuck in her mind.

The Bet - Chapter 45 (Monday – week 7 Part 1 of 7)

The Bet
by Karen Singer

Chapter 45 (Monday – week 7 Part 1 of 7)

He wore the same blue dress, the same shoes, the same everything. But in his dream, he was alone with Derek. The two of them were simply walking side by side together, and he felt totally comfortable, totally secure with him. They didn’t hold hands. Instead, Derek’s arm was across his shoulders, holding him close to his side as they walked.
For some reason, they stopped and Derek turned toward him. Derek cupped his face in his hands and ever so slowly brought his own face down to meet his lips. Soft lips… sensual lips…met his. The kiss lingered and his body enjoyed it. But even as he enjoyed the kiss, the wrongness of what they were doing rose up from the pit of his stomach. This was so wrong! So wrong! He screamed in his dream… and his body jolted completely out of sleep. Images of what he had just been dreaming about still lingered in front of his eyes. Ugh! What a dream! Why would he even dream such a thing?
It was a moment before he realized that the light in his room was still muted. But then it was usually that way when he woke up. But his alarm hadn’t gone off yet. He wondered what time it was.
Before he could move his body to check his clock, his body first registered other things. He was aware that his legs were splayed wide apart. They were being forced that way by the super thickness of his diapers. She had loaded a lot of the thick cloth diapers on him last night and he could feel how wet they were inside of the plastic panties that covered them. He had no doubt that he had wet an awful lot last night. Mel had made sure that he had consumed way too much to drink – again. He could feel the slimy mess in the back of them too from where the stupid suppository she had stuck up inside of him had done its work. Ugh! He could also feel the weight of the breast forms glued to his chest and the bra he was wearing to help hold them there. And finally, as his body started to tense up enough to roll over on his blow-up mattress, he realized that his pacifier was still in his mouth – where it usually was every morning now.
He rolled off of his mattress, and was immediately aware of how extra heavy his diapers were this morning – if it was morning. As he hit the floor, he knocked down several empty baby bottles, but he ignored them as his brain was still registering the weight and bulk of his diapers as his eyes sought the display on his pink alarm clock. He got to his knees and stared at the clock. Before he could fully register the time, one of the numbers changed and he was immediately assaulted by loud rock music that blared from the radio. Loud enough to startle him badly. Loud enough to fully bring him to his senses. Loud enough to make him reach out as fast as he could to turn the horrid noise off!
It took a moment for the shock of the noise to abate from his mind. It was morning again. Time to get up. Time to… Ugh! It was Monday! He had to go to work! But… But Robin! Robin now knew everything! Robin would spread the word to everyone! Everyone would know! Everyone would laugh! Everyone would berate him for what he was. And he had no doubt that before the day was out, he would be fired from his job.
What was he going to do?
He climbed awkwardly to his feet, more aware than ever of the weight of his diapers this morning. Wow, he must have peed a lot last night! He was amazed that he hadn’t leaked all over everything. But then, Mel had piled on the diapers like never before. He pulled his pacifier out of his mouth and set it down on his cardboard dresser where he could easily find it easily when he went to bed. Then, wide-leggedly, he half stumbled out toward the kitchen to look for the note she usually left him.
It was there, but it might have been the same note she had left him most days. Nothing new at all – fortunately. He was actually comforted by that little thought. Each day since this bet had started had turned out to be worse… and more humiliating than the day before.
He pulled three more baby bottles out of his refrigerator and carried them back toward the only piece of real furniture in his apartment – if you could call it furniture. It was only one single chair that he had pulled out of storage after he had split from his wife – make that ex-wife. The one piece of furniture she didn’t want. He sat in the chair and put the first bottle to his mouth. For once, he didn’t really see the childishly colored pictures taped to the wall in front of him. They were there, but they didn’t matter. His brain was too focused on worrying about Robin… and his job. What was going to happen today? No matter what, it wasn’t going to be good.

Mel pulled her robe tighter around her as she headed out of her bedroom toward her kitchen. Coffee! She needed coffee! As if it would help. She knew without a doubt that it wouldn’t. Nothing could help her problem… well, one thing certainly would. But the problem was that right now, the only “other” coherent thought on her brain was getting some coffee.
She opened the cabinet and found the can of coffee. The cabinet seemed fuller than usual. She measured out the grounds and added them to her coffee maker. She filled the carafe with water from her sink and poured it in. She turned on the coffee maker – and just stood there staring at it. Why did it always take so long to make? Soon! Very soon! Sissy would be there every morning to make it for her. Freshly made every morning and delivered to her bed. Soon! Very soon! She hoped!
As the coffee slowly brewed, her thoughts automatically returned to where they had been before… where they had been – in her dreams. Loving arms surrounding her. Loving kisses so sensual they made her squirm with sexual anticipation just thinking about them. And little caresses so intimate that she never wanted them to stop. Why hadn’t she let Ray stay last night? Why? She had been so horny all last night she could barely stand it. And this morning? This morning she was still thinking about him… well, she was thinking about having sex with him… along with his crazy fingers during the movie last night. It had been a good movie too… or was it just Ray that had made it seem that way. But last night she had told herself that she wouldn’t sleep with him… last night anyway. And besides, she had other considerations last night. Sissy for one… Oh yeah, Derek had been there too. And Ray had to take Derek home. Derek… another super hunk!
The coffee finished brewing – finally! She opened the cabinet to pull out a cup, and stared in surprise. She glanced around at where she was. No it was the same cabinet she always pulled her cups out of…. but they weren’t there! She was staring at food supplies instead! Then she finally remembered. Sissy! Sissy had rearranged all her cabinets yesterday. But… but where had he put the cups? She stared opening cabinet after cabinet to see what was in them. One large double cabinet held only baby food. She smiled at seeing it. He would be eating a lot more of it from now on. She finally found her cups… surprisingly, right near her coffee pot. They were just all moved to the other side.
She pulled a cup out and filled it. She took a sip. The hot liquid seemed to burn all the way down to her stomach. So good! She took a deep breath to help wake herself up before taking another sip. No, she didn’t want to sleep with Ray last night. But she was absolutely determined to call him at her first opportunity this morning!

Chad stared at the clothes in his closet. Only women’s clothes. Not one shred of male attire in his entire apartment. Mel had moved them… taken them all away to… somewhere. He had no clue what she had done with all his male things. So now he was forced to wear nothing but women’s clothes everywhere. And, the way things had worked out, pants – even women’s pant’s – didn’t work for him very well either. So that left him with only dresses and skirts to wear. It was a good thing he loved wearing them.
He stood staring at his closet for the longest time. He was already wearing two disposable diapers, plastic panties, a waist cincher, an all-in-one girdle instead of a bra to hold up his glued-on breast forms, and pantyhose on top of that. He had already fixed his hair and done his makeup. So now, all that remained, was to get dressed. But what should he wear? Actually, the more correct question was – what would be the best thing to wear to get fired in?
He thought about his colorful patterned dress, but somehow that seemed too… bright and colorful for getting fired. Too happy a dress? He thought the same about his zebra print dress too. It was too bold for the occasion. So that left him with skirts. He finally chose the dullest skirt and top combination he could put together. And instead of high heels, he chose the shoes he wore with his maid’s uniform – the lowest heels he had. As he slipped them on, he remembered the heels he had worn last night for his date with Derek. These shoes were so much more comfortable! Maybe not as much fun, but certainly much more comfortable.
Finally ready, he grabbed the plastic bag filled with all his empty bottles from last night and this morning. He grabbed his purse and his diaper bag. He took one more deep breath to brace himself for the day ahead. A day that he knew would be… awful! And he opened his door to head for Mel’s apartment. He was on his way toward – who knew what… again.

Mel opened the door to his knock and smiled at his curtsey and good morning greeting. “Good morning, Sissy,” she replied as she stood back out of the way so he could enter. She waited while he dropped his diaper bag and purse in their usual place under the table by the door and then she took the plastic bag full of empty bottles from him. As he stood there, she looked him over carefully. He looked… fine. But… but there was just something different today. Something a bit… duller. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Maybe it was just that he was worried about his job today. Well, that would just have to sort itself out later. “Okay Sissy, up in your highchair.”
A few minutes later, Chad was “locked” into his highchair, a bib was tied around his neck, and he was eating tasteless baby cereal with a baby spoon held in his left fist. Business as usual, except that, so far, he hadn’t dropped any of the cereal off of his spoon.
Mel leaned back against the kitchen counter with a fresh cup of coffee as she watched him eating. She realized quickly that he wasn’t being as messy anymore as he used to be. Well, that had both its good and bad points. Good because it was less mess, bad because, well, it was fun to see him make such a fool of himself.
But as he ate, she noticed that there was still something different about him today. Despite how hard he seemed to be concentrating on eating, there was still something else. “Are you worried about work?” she finally asked.
Chad looked up from his breakfast. His left fist, still holding the tiny spoon, slowly sank down to the tray. “Yeah,” he said simply. “I liked this job.”
“You haven’t been fired yet.”
“It’s only a matter of time. It has been since our bet started. I’m afraid that time will be running out today.”
“You don’t know that.”
He shook his head. “Once Robin starts talking – if she hasn’t already – I can’t see how anyone will want me around.”
“I don’t think you give yourself enough credit. And people may surprise you, even your friends at work.”
Chad shook his head again as he picked up his spoon and almost mournfully dipped it into the baby cereal again. “Somehow, I doubt it.”
“Tell you what, you keep an open mind. And remember, I promised to help you.”
“I don’t know what you can do.”
Mel stared at him for a moment. “I don’t know either. But we won’t know till something happens – if anything happens.”
“And it will!”
She had to admit, it was the more likely possibility. “Listen,” she said. “I want you to tell me everything that happens today. I especially need to know every conversation – even the minor inconsequential ones. And especially everything that Robin says and does. Also let me know about every little funny look that people give you. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on. Keep me abreast of things constantly. You can phone me or email me, I don’t care. I’ll tell Andrea to keep a special watch for your number and let me know as soon as I’m available. Can you do that?”
Chad shrugged. “Sure, I guess.”
“Good, like I said, I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.