The Bet
by Karen Singer
Chapter 44 (Sunday – week 7 Part 3 of 9)
Rearrange the kitchen. Keep the laundry going. Drink more baby bottles. Keep trying as hard as possible to wet his diaper so it could leak before the time limit was up. His mind was so occupied with everything he had to think about that when Mel’s phone rang it startled him. After several rings, he heard her finally answer it.
“Hi Ray.”
Chad listened as hard as he could. Unfortunately, he couldn’t hear very much from the kitchen. Maybe he could hear better if he checked the laundry? He wandered out past her. He saw her sitting back with a smile on her face and laughing, as if she was enjoying talking to him. Was she? He quickly berated himself. Why shouldn’t she enjoy talking to Ray? She was a grown woman. She knew what kind of guy Ray was. And why should he get upset over her talking to him? It wasn’t like she was ever going to go out on a date with … a sissy! She was a beautiful woman. She deserved to go out with someone – more qualified – once in a while. He barely noted that the washer was still running before turning around and heading back into the kitchen, where he grabbed his latest baby bottle and did his best to not listen. He felt like such a sissy as he sucked on his bottle… such a loser.
“Sissy…” Mel yelled a few minutes later.
Chad hurried out to the living room, his hands already grabbing the hem of his dress, preparing to lift it straight up if she gave the command. She was off the phone. He curtseyed, but his hands never left his skirt. “Yes Mistress?”
“That was Ray. He and Derek will be here about six and we’ll all go in Ray’s car tonight.”
Chad wasn’t all that thrilled. He really wished this date wasn’t going to happen at all. He especially wished that he wasn’t going. The very thought of having to go out with Derek, even on a double date, bothered him a lot. Not to mention that having to be out on a date dressed as a woman was going to be very… very embarrassing! And then… then there was the end of the date! But what could he say to her? He curtseyed. “Yes Mistress,” he replied.
“You don’t seem very thrilled about it,” Mel noted.
Chad shrugged. “I’m not.”
Mel was out of her seat faster than he thought possible. Her stick caught the side of his leg with another harsh stinging blow. He didn’t have to ask what it was for. He quickly curtseyed again. “Sorry, Mistress,” he apologized. Gee! It was hard to remember to keep curtseying every little time he even thought about opening his mouth!
Mel sat back down again and set her stick within easy reach. “Why aren’t you thrilled?” she asked. “Any girl would be excited to be going out with these guys, either one of them.”
Chad was careful to curtsey this time, in fact, he did it slower than usual to make sure she saw him doing it. “But… I’m not any girl,” he replied. “In fact, I’m not a girl at all!”
“Well, you’re certainly not a man!” Mel replied quickly, and all too firmly.
Unfortunately, Chad knew that fact all too well – as badly as it hurt to admit. He curtseyed, but it was a slight curtsey this time. “I know, Mistress. I know,” he sighed.
Mel forced herself to smile sweetly. And she really did understand… but what was happening was just too much fun to not press the issue further. “So what is it you’re upset about, having to be on the date with Derek, or you’re worried about going out as the girl this time?”
Her question made him feel embarrassed and queasy – all at the same time. He almost didn’t curtsey but he remembered just in time. “I think… both, Mistress,” he admitted.
“Why?”
She would have to ask! He curtseyed again – he was getting really tired of doing it. “First of all, Derek is my friend. I don’t feel right about it since he’s going to have to go out with me instead of a real woman. That’s just plain… a horrible thing to do to him!”
Mel shrugged. “He lost the bet. It’s the consequence he has to pay. He understands that, otherwise he wouldn’t be doing it.”
Chad knew that, but he still didn’t like it and it still didn’t feel right. He almost spoke again without curtseying. The slight delay as he did so seemed to interrupt the flow of the conversation. “I think it’s worse because he has to go out with me.”
“Because he’s your friend?”
Chad nodded, then curtseyed. “Yes, Mistress.”
She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. He still knows what he’s getting into.”
Chad was about to speak, but he remembered to curtsey just in time before he spoke just the one word. “Unfortunately.”
Mel almost chuckled. “And what about the other thing? What about you being the girl this time? Why are you worried about that?”
Chad stared at her wide eyed for a moment. How could she ask such a question? Wasn’t it obvious? He didn’t even have to think about curtseying this time, he just did it unconsciously – and almost angrily. “Because I’m not a girl!”
“As I said, you’re not a man either.”
His curtsey was again automatic. “And I’m also not a girl.”
Mel smiled. “But I think we can now safely say that you’re a lot less of a man now than you are a girl… Or… You’re now more of a girl than you are a man.”
That statement made his head dizzy. More girl than man? He paused as he tried vainly to find a reply to that statement.
Mel noted his lack of response and pushed on. “Tell me, in what ways do you still think of yourself as a man.” Actually, once she asked the question, she was very interested in his answer because she had been systematically trying to erase every manly trait she possibly could.
Chad went from being dizzy over what she had said before, to being shocked and dizzy over her current question. In what ways was he still a man? That had to be obvious! Again, he almost forgot to curtsey before opening his mouth, but he remembered just in time. “I… I am a man!” he replied.
“Are you sure?”
He curtseyed again – gee it was getting tiring. “Okay, yes, I’m a sissy… a big one! But I’m still a man.”
“In what way?”
He couldn’t believe she was pushing this.
“What about you is the least bit masculine?”
He had to stop to think for a moment, but a decent answer was not coming to his mind. He curtseyed, just to get it out of the way and also to stall while he still searched for a good answer. An answer that should be all too obvious. “Well,” he finally said. And the first thing he could think of was his under-used and caged male appendage. “I have a penis. That makes me a man.”
Mel laughed. “Are you sure? As far as I can see lately, all you’ve got left is a bit of a ‘growth’ down there. Certainly not anything you could really call a male penis anymore. And saying it’s a penis implies that you’re going to be capable of using it on a woman and satisfying her with it. Somehow, I seriously doubt that that little ‘growth’ can do that. Besides, it’s all covered and locked up. You can’t even touch it or play with it, so it certainly can’t give you any pleasure either. No, I’m afraid that that one won’t hold up. You’ll have to come up with something more than that!”
Chad was shocked – again. Something more? Okay, so maybe it wasn’t the biggest cock in the world and maybe it didn’t respond like it used to anymore… but it was still there, little or not. But since she wasn’t accepting his answer he searched for the next item. Again he curtseyed as his brain fought to come up with an answer. “My body!” he finally exclaimed. “I don’t have a woman’s body!”
Mel was surprised at his answer and the look on her face showed that plainly. “Your body? How can you say that? Since you’ve lost so much weight, and since we’ve been keeping you in a waist cincher and the girdle, your body shape has changed drastically. Okay, so maybe your breasts are fake, but you can’t tell that with your clothes on. And even without the girdle now, your body shape is definitely more feminine than anything else. I seriously doubt that if you started dressing like a man again, that your body would look much like a man in the clothes! In fact, I’ll bet most people would think that you’re a woman wearing the clothes. Okay, maybe a small-breasted woman, but still a woman.”
Chad was startled again. Was it possible? Had he changed that much? He wasn’t really sure. He would have to think about that one. Of course he had lost a lot of weight, and Robin kept telling him how good he was looking now… But… The realization startled him. Was it possible? He really didn’t thing so, but… Was it possible?
Mel watched him struggling with what she had just said. It was time to move in for the kill. “Now let’s look at the other side of the coin. Since you’ve lost so much weight and you have been wearing that waist cincher all the time, your body does look more feminine than masculine. Your hair is styled femininely. You wear makeup like a woman. Your nails are long and polished – and you’re obviously used to having them that way. You only wear women’s clothes – and mostly dresses and skirts at that! In fact, you’re probably more comfortable wearing high heels now than I am. Let’s see… You can’t use your male voice anymore. Your little body movements and habits are starting to get more feminine every day.” She paused for a moment before continuing. “You certainly can’t have sex like a man anymore. In fact, you get a lot of pleasure from being penetrated like a woman now. Isn’t that right? Don’t deny it, because I know for a fact that it’s true.”
Chad’s ego was wilting more and more under her onslaught. The problem was… that everything she was saying was true!
“And we won’t even get into your baby habits!” Mel continued. “What man would wear a diaper, and drink from a bottle, and suck on a pacifier all the time? Why I’ll bet that right now you’d like nothing better than to sink down to the floor and suck your thumb like a baby! Am I right?”
Chad absolutely hated to admit it, even to himself. But under her long string of accusations, now that she had made the suggestion, he’d like nothing better.
“Am I right?” Mel asked again.
Chad curtseyed. “Y... y… yes, Mistress.”
“Well, don’t let me stop you if you feel the need!”
Chad was shocked. More than shocked. And it was worse because he saw her staring at him, waiting on him to do just that. Surprisingly, he felt his body sinking slowly down to the floor and his thumb rising to his mouth. He sat and sucked his thumb like the big baby that he was… and felt like the absolute biggest sissy in the world. A feeling that sent a major stimulation to his under exercised sexual need. It was true. It was all true. Everything she had said was true. He wasn’t a man… not at all. He was a sissy. More of a sissy now than he used to be. Much more! Enough of a sissy that he couldn’t even think of himself as a man anymore.
Mel leaned over and smiled down at him evilly. “If it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck, then it has to be a duck… or in this case… one big sissy! Certainly not a man. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Not… any… more! All that’s left is… a sissy!” She almost giggled as she watched him sucking his thumb harder and harder. There was more she wanted to say. Another direction she wanted to take him. But it would have to wait till later. He wouldn’t be overly receptive to it… yet. She leaned back again. “Don’t just sit there sucking your thumb. You probably need your bottle more than your thumb. Especially since your deadline is only a few minutes away!”
His deadline! In the heat of the moment, he had actually forgotten about it! He quickly climbed to his feet and started for the kitchen where his bottle was.
“Sissy!” Mel’s voice lashed out.
Chad stopped in his tracks and almost forgot to curtsey again. “Yes, Mistress?”
“You didn’t curtsey before you left.”
Curtsey before he left now? He curtseyed again. “Sorry, Mistress. Can I go now?”
“Just as soon as you curtsey for me again,” Mel giggled.
Chad curtseyed, then hurried out toward the kitchen again.
“Sissy!” Mel’s voice lashed out once again before he got very far.
This was getting really annoying! He curtseyed again. “Yes, Mistress?”
“Show me your diaper!”
Once again she had caught him off guard with the command, and despite his struggling to get his skirt up on time, by the time it was fully up, she was already swinging her stick at his exposed legs. Ouch!
“Now go get your bottle,” she told him.
He quickly lowered his skirt – most of the way down, then turned toward the kitchen again.
“Sissy!” her voice lashed out once again. As Chad turned back to her again, her swinging stick caught the side of his arm. “You didn’t curtsey before leaving again!”
Ugh! He curtseyed again. “May I go now, Mistress?”
“Of course!”
Then, just for good measure – or maybe just to be safe, he curtseyed yet again, before running to the kitchen to find his bottle.
Mel laughed to herself as she watched him hurrying away. She was having fun today, more than she expected to. And all his constant bobbing up and down as she made him curtsey for the least little thing was amusing her to no end. Darn she loved seeing him do that! Still. After all this time. It was like it never got old. She glanced at the clock. He still had five minutes left before he had to be leaking. Fortunately, it looked like his diaper was about to explode already. But would he make it? She twirled the stick in her hand once again.
Chad glanced at the clock as he put his bottle to his lips and began sucking furiously. Leak! Leak! Leak! Time was running out! He knew his diaper was totally soaked, he just didn’t feel it leaking yet. He pulled his skirt up and lightly felt all around the leg openings. No wet spots as far as he could tell – darn it! Leak! Leak! Leak! Why was it that some diapers leaked easily and others resisted so much? He was concentrating as hard as he could on trying to pee. Leak! Leak! Leak!
The minute hand on the clock moved again – as much as he wanted it not to. His desperation increased. Why was it that whenever he wanted to pee the most, he couldn’t?
Mel was watching the clock too. Time was running out awfully fast. She almost felt sorry for him, but rules were rules. And in this case, the rules were designed to help her win this bet! No let up could be possible. He needed all the incentive she could give him to keep peeing with no control at all. She only prayed that everything she was doing was going to be enough.
The clock continued to run. Chad’s eyes were glued to it, just as his mouth seemed to be glued to the baby bottle in his hand. Drink, drink, drink! Pee! Pee! Pee! Leak! Leak! Leak! But the peeing and the leaking just weren’t happening yet. His attention turned from the minute hand to the second hand. One minutes left. Why couldn’t he pee? He had to pee! He had to!
With every second that passed, his spirits sank lower and lower and as the final second ticked by and the minute hand moved once again, he knew he had failed – again.
“Are you leaking yet?” Mel called from the living room.
He hated saying it. “No, Mistress.”
“Did you curtsey before you answered me?” Mel called back.
Curtsey? She was in the other room for heaven’s sake! She couldn’t even see him! He could lie of course… “No, Mistress.”
“Did you curtsey again, this time?” she asked again.
Geez!!! This was getting ridiculous! This time he took the time to curtsey before yelling back. “No, Mistress, but I just curtseyed now.”
“Good! I’ll add some strokes to your leaking punishment later for not curtseying!”
Chad sighed and curtseyed again. “Yes, Mistress.” Now he just had to get his diaper leaking sooner rather than later or his bottom was going to be awfully sore!
Two minutes later, Mel yelled back again. “Are you leaking yet?”
“No, Mistress.”
“Did you curtsey again?”
Darn it! He should lie for sure! “No, Mistress.”
“That’s another one for later! Sissy…”
This time Chad remembered to curtsey. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Did you just curtsey?”
He curtseyed again. “I’m curtseying every time now.”
“Good. Keep doing it,” Mel called back. “I’m getting hungry. Can you whip me up a nice chicken salad while you’re trying to leak?”
Chad curtseyed. This was so dumb! She wasn’t even anywhere where she could see him! “Yes, Mistress!”
Mel didn’t exactly laugh out loud, but she was highly amused. She stared at her laptop. She was supposed to be working, and she supposed she was working, but she was only marginally getting anything done. She was having too much fun with Sissy instead. Curtsey, curtsey, curtsey. It was so silly. And absolutely the perfect thing for a sissy to be doing – she thought anyway. And even if it wasn’t, she absolutely loved seeing him do it all the time, so it didn’t really matter. All that mattered was what she wanted.
She briefly wondered if she could ever get him so paranoid about curtseying all the time that he’d actually do it at work too – without thinking about it. She guessed it was possible, but since she couldn’t be there, then she would have no way of knowing. Unfortunately, that thought led her to think about Robin. It was such a shame that she had told Robin the truth about Sissy. Things had not worked out well at all as far as that was concerned. And now Sissy was worried about his job. And she guessed that he should be. It was possible that by Monday he wouldn’t have a job anymore. She had really messed up! Big time, as they say. But that was water under the bridge now. Now they would have to deal with things as they came up.
Her current thoughts completely ruined her happy mood. Tomorrow would just have to bring what it brought. For now, she would concentrate on enjoying Sissy as best she could. And tonight… Well, she was very much looking forward to tonight. Tonight should be… interesting!
“I’m leaking!” Sissy’s voice suddenly called from the kitchen.
It was about time! She glanced at the clock as she called back. “Did you curtsey again?”
His reply was a bit delayed and much softer… “No.”
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
Chapter 44 (Sunday – week 7 Part 2 of 9)
The Bet
by Karen Singer
Chapter 44 (Sunday – week 7 Part 2 of 9)
Chad was nervous. Not because they were walking into the grocery store together again. Not because he was again wearing his maids dress out in public. He was nervous because she had left the house without giving any consideration to how much time was left before he had to be leaking. And that time was rapidly running out. According to the clock in her car, he only had about twenty minutes left before his deadline ran out. They were out in public. What would she do when the time limit ran out? What would she do if he actually started leaking – when he actually started leaking? He was afraid to find out. And what made things worse, was that she was making him carry his diaper bag inside with him today.
He had only finished five baby bottles so far this morning. More than enough. And he was peeing every few minutes like he usually did, a little bit at a time. It was so automatic that he barely noticed he was doing it anymore. But in order to make her time limit to get this diaper leaking, he had to keep doing it. She had made no mention of it before they left her apartment, but she had fastened her watch to her wrist, right in front of him. He guessed that was notice enough! But now that they were actually in the store, he had no way of tracking how much time was left. Why hadn’t he worn his own watch today?
Twenty minutes by the clock in the car… as of a few minutes ago. Was it possible to get all their grocery shopping done and get out before then? Was it possible? They were really only shopping for one person – her. Plus probably some baby food – for him. Yuck! Maybe they could make it. But somehow, he doubted that.
He grabbed a shopping cart, dropped his diaper bag and purse in the child’s seat, and followed her on their usual path down the first aisle. His wish for things go to fast today went out the window quickly as he watched her stopping to look at item after item of things they never bought. And since when did she bother to compare prices on anything? Damn her! She was purposely slowing them down. She purposely wanted him to start leaking before they left the store! What then?
She wasn’t even looking at him when he realized she was speaking to him.
“We didn’t practice having you show me your diaper before we left home,” she said as she compared the prices of things she wasn’t going to buy. “If I ask you, I suggest you do your best to make it inside of the two second time limit.”
Chad briefly wondered what she would do if he didn’t make it. She didn’t have her stick with her in the store – fortunately. Unfortunately, she wasn’t done talking yet.
“Because if you don’t…” She finally looked over at him. The look on her face seemed awfully stern. “If you don’t, then I’m going to make you leave your skirt pulled all the way up till we get home again.”
Chad’s eyes bulged. She wouldn’t! Oh yes, she would! He clearly remembered her taking his skirt away from him in the store yesterday, making him walk around with his diaper fully on display. His knees nearly buckled just thinking about it. The problem was, he never knew when she was going to issue the order! More on edge than ever, he slowly pushed the cart up the aisle beside her while she continued to look at way too much stuff.
“Are you leaking yet?” she asked again without looking in his direction.
“Not yet, Mistress,” he replied.
She looked back at him angrily. “You didn’t curtsey before you said that!”
Where had that come from? Now she wanted him to curtsey every time he opened his mouth again? But he was pushing the stupid grocery cart! He quickly dropped a curtsey. “Not yet, Mistress,” he repeated. Geez!
They made it all the way though the second aisle without her asking to see his diaper. He couldn’t believe it! He also couldn’t believe it when they made it through the third aisle as well. He was expecting the command at any second, and when it didn’t come, it was almost like a let down. He knew it was coming, he just didn’t know when. And having to stay ready for it at any second was wearing on him.
He saw her turn to speak to him again and started to reach for his skirt so he could be ready to pull it up.
“Are you leaking yet?” she asked.
This time, he remembered to curtsey first. “No, Mistress.”
She glanced at her watch. “Time’s running out!”
He curtseyed again. “I know, Mistress.” Was she going to ask to see his diaper now?
“If you need to, you can grab one of your bottles out of the diaper bag and drink it,” she suggested.
Chad didn’t even want to contemplate doing that. But then, he had already done that before… and worse!
Their cart was collecting items, but not a lot of items. They already had quite a bit of food left from last week’s shopping trip. But still, some things had to be bought. They were on the fifth aisle. He had just reached out and pulled a box of rice off of the shelf when the command came – catching him completely by surprise.
“Show me your diaper!”
In his panic, Chad dropped the box of rice to the floor and made a desperate grab for his skirt, almost ripping it apart in his haste to get it up in time.
Mel smiled. “I’m impressed. You actually made it that time – sort of. It was just barely, but you made it.”
Chad was so glad. It was only then that he realized that he was standing in the middle of the grocery store holding his skirt up as high as it would go, completely exposing his soaked diaper underneath… and there were other shoppers on the same aisle with them – all of whom were now staring at them in total shock! He felt so embarrassed! In fact, he felt so embarrassed that he felt himself wetting more than usual again, right then and there! And right then and there, his diaper started leaking! “Mistwess,” he said in his sissy voice, “I’m… I’m weaking!”
Mel smiled and did her best not to laugh. “Yes, I can see that now! Good for you. Not only did you get your skirt up in time – just barely, but you also got your diaper leaking in time – just barely.” Actually, it had taken him three full seconds to get his skirt up but she wasn’t going to tell him she was going lenient on him because of the situation. Besides, she had purposely given him the command when he was busy with something else.
Chad wondered what would happen now? Could he finally pull his skirt down? She wouldn’t change him in the middle of the store, would she? He couldn’t help but think about the diaper bag right there in the cart that she had made sure he carried in with him. “Um… Mistress?” he asked. “Can I lower my skirt now?”
Mel seemed surprised by his question. “Why? We haven’t changed you yet. What would be the point? You’d only have to pull it up again.”
Chad’s knees began to shake as he realized what she was saying. She was planning on changing him in the store! Where? How? Right here? In front of everybody? He couldn’t believe it! But he did believe it because she had done so many other things already that he couldn’t believe!
Mel looked around, several of the other customers were still standing with their mouths agape, but most of them had recovered and were just watching. Good, it was time to give them something else to gape at. She pulled the diaper bag out of the shopping cart and dropped it on the floor, then she turned the cart at about a forty-five degree angle up against one of the shelves. “Back up a bit Sissy,” she told him. “Behind the cart.”
Chad didn’t have very far to move, but he crammed himself as far back into the corner between the cart and the shelf as possible. Their shopping cart wasn’t very full, which left him mostly exposed to anyone looking through it.
Mel knelt down in front of him with the diaper bag and pulled a fresh diaper out of it. Her head and body hid most of what she was doing from view of the other shoppers, leaving him exposed mostly through the wire mesh of the shopping cart. She wasn’t hurrying, but she wasn’t trying to waste time either. Fairly quickly she had his leaking diaper off of him and was putting the fresh one in its place. Pulling and sticking the tapes tightly, she finally stood up. “Okay Sissy, you can lower your skirt now.”
Gratefully, Chad pulled the skirt of his dress back down and smoothed it and the apron over it back in place. Only then did he dare to look around at the other shoppers in the aisle. Red-faced, he noticed that some of them had left, but most were still standing right where they were, watching. His embarrassed gaze returned to the floor where he didn’t have to see them.
“Put your wet diaper away and let’s keep moving,” Mel said as she stepped back to out of the way.
Chad quickly grabbed the wet diaper from the floor where Mel had left it and stuffed it into an empty plastic bag that he pulled out of the diaper bag. Then he put the diaper bag back into the child’s seat of the cart. Finally, he picked up the box of rice that he had pulled off of the shelf but dropped on the floor the moment Mel had told him to show her his diaper, and threw that into the cart as well. With a sigh of relief, he was ready. Slowly, Mel continued further down the aisle, grabbing one or two things that caught her eye and throwing them into the cart. Chad said nothing and did his best to not look at anyone as he followed silently behind.
They were just passing several other customers who had stopped further up the aisle and still hadn’t moved when Mel said to him. “Do you need to get your baby bottle out and keep drinking it?”
“No Mistwess,” Chad replied in his sissy voice.
Mel turned angrily. “What do we have to do to teach you to curtsey every time you speak?”
Chad just gulped, let go of the shopping cart and curtseyed to her right in front of the customers who were still watching them, only now up close. “No, Mistwess,” he repeated in his sissy voice. “I’m fine… fow now. I don’t need anothew bottew wight now.”
“Good, Mel replied without looking at him. Don’t forget, an hour and forty-five minutes!”
As Chad and Mel turned the corner around the end of the aisle, the customers still in that aisle just looked questioningly at each other and shook their heads, unable to believe what they had all just witnessed.
Mel breathed a silent sigh of relief as they wandered down the next aisle. She had taken another chance – a bigger chance than ever before – and she had gotten away with it – again – she hoped. They weren’t out of the store yet. But she wasn’t about to push the envelope any more today – hopefully. Not unless Sissy did something that would demand it. And she didn’t really see him doing that.
It bothered her a bit how bold she was starting to get with dominating him, especially in public. She didn’t want to contemplate the kind of thing she might be doing if they kept this up much longer. Yet that was the very thing she was after in the long run, to keep it up – permanently. Oh well, no use worrying about what she might come up with in the future, today had been plenty fun enough. Well, maybe not quite enough.
“Are you sure you don’t need to be drinking from your bottle now Sissy?” she asked.
Chad remembered to curtsey before answering, even though she wasn’t looking at him. “I’m sure,” he replied in his sissy voice before once more grabbing the handle of the shopping cart to catch up to her. They turned the corner to head up the next aisle.
“Are you wet yet?” she asked.
Chad wasn’t really sure. He didn’t think so. She had just put the fresh diaper on him! “Not yet, Mistress,” he replied as he stopped to curtsey yet again. He saw her turning in his direction. This time he knew it was coming. Before the words were even out of her mouth he was already in motion.
“Show me your diaper!”
Since he had started before she had even said it, he easily got his skirt up in time… and only afterwards did he remember once again where they were while he was holding it up. He couldn’t believe it. She was really getting to him! He was more worried about getting his skirt up in time than exposing himself in front of other people!
Mel smiled. “You’re definitely getting better.” He had actually made it this time, but then she had seen him starting for his skirt before the words were out of her mouth. Perfect! “You certainly don’t look wet at all,” she agreed. “Maybe you should grab one of your bottles and get busy!”
Chad was about to argue, when he realized that it wasn’t a suggestion but an order. He inwardly sighed as he curtseyed. “Yes Mistress.” He opened the diaper bag and grabbed a bottle and put it to his lips as he followed her into the next aisle – where the baby food was. He cringed as he realized where they were. There would certainly be no doubting who all the baby food was for! Chad was forced to stand back and watch – while he drank from his bottle – as Mel pulled jar after jar of baby food off of the shelves and put them into the cart. Far more baby food than ever before. Mel seemed to be barely looking at the labels as she grabbed a vast assortment of whatever was available. By the time they finally moved on, Chad’s baby bottle was more than half finished, and the cart almost contained more baby food than anything else – and more than a few people had passed them by, giving them strange unbelieving looks.
There were fewer bags of groceries for Chad to carry from the car up to her apartment when they got home. But many of those bags were fairly heavy because they contained nothing but jars of baby food. As Chad was carrying bags of groceries upstairs, Mel was going through her cabinets in the kitchen and rearranging things. By the time Chad had carried everything inside, she had almost completely emptied out one of her double wide cabinets and there were things cluttering up most of the available counter space.
Chad had watched what she was doing and wondered why. He had groceries to put away and she was in his way… not that he’d ever tell her that. Even though she wasn’t looking at him, he curtseyed before he spoke. “Excuse me, Mistress. Why are you doing that?”
She briefly turned to look at him as she worked. “Oh, I’m just trying to organize things better. The way it is right now isn’t going to work.”
Chad had no idea why that could be. Everything seemed to be working just fine as far as he could tell. But did he dare ask why she thought it wouldn’t work? He decided not to.
As Mel began picking things up off of the counter and going through cabinet after cabinet to look for someplace new to put them, he started going through the grocery bags and finding the things he could put into the refrigerator – which had most of its space now reserved for his baby bottles. Fortunately, he didn’t have a lot of things that needed to be kept cold.
As Mel moved more and more things into different cabinets and cleared a bit of space, he considered unpacking some of the other groceries, but since she was moving everything around, he didn’t know where to put anything, so he left everything still in the bags. He watched her working for a minute before going back to the refrigerator and pulling out another baby bottle to drink – he did have a deadline to meet! By his count, this was bottle number seven for the morning. It was a lot, but not nearly as bad as yesterday had been.
The further Mel got in her task, the longer it took for her to find places to put the items and the more frustrated she started getting with the task. Finally, Chad curtseyed again and asked, “Can I help you with anything?”
Mel looked over at him briefly. She was about to tell him no, but then she thought better of the idea. She was trying to clear out a full cabinet, but finding places to put everything was getting to be difficult. And then she realized that he was the one who did all the cooking now, and he was the one who spent most of the time in the kitchen. It made more sense for him to be doing this than her. “Uh… Yes! You can put all this stuff away… just don’t put anything in that cabinet that I just cleaned out.”
“Why?”
Mel looked at him harshly. “Did you just speak without curtseying?”
He had only spoken the one word! And they were in the middle of the conversation! He quickly dropped another curtsey before answering. “Sorry Mistress. I was only wondering why you’re doing it.”
“We need a place for all your baby food,” she replied with a mischievous smile creeping to her face. “Since you’ll be eating a lot more of it, I wanted to make more room for it.” She pointed at the empty cabinet. “All your baby food now goes in there. That way, it will be easier to find.” She smiled a bit broader. “And besides, if anyone comes over, then it will be a lot easier to show them exactly what you’re eating now.”
As far as Chad was concerned, exactly what he was eating now was mostly… embarrassing. And the very thought that he would be eating mostly baby food now, sent a tiny shiver straight down his spine. As Mel backed off, he stared at all the junk on the counters. He randomly picked up an item… but where to put it? He was the one who was doing all of the cooking now. She never did anything in the kitchen anymore – except to make all the stupid tea she but into his bottles. And he didn’t want to even count that. So basically, he figured that he could move everything around to suit himself better – as long as she would let him. He turned to her and curtseyed. “Mistress, may I rearrange it all to make it easier for cooking?”
Mel was surprised by the question. But why shouldn’t he? It was going to be his kitchen – soon. That is, until her new house was built. Then he’d have a brand new one to arrange to his heart’s content. “Knock yourself out,” she replied as she turned and headed toward her living room. “Just make sure you put all the baby food into one big cabinet – and make sure it’s organized so anyone can see what’s what!”
Chad curtseyed again. “Thank you, Mistress.”
She smiled. She absolutely loved seeing him curtsey like that. It was soooo… sweet! Not to mention silly. “Show me your diaper!” The words came out of her mouth before she even knew she was going to say them.
Chad was caught off guard yet again. But he grabbed the skirt of his dress and did everything he could to get it raised up high within the time limit. Unfortunately, he knew before he was halfway there that he had not succeeded.
Mel was moving to find her stick before he had even gotten his dress up all the way. Fortunately, she didn’t have to go far to find it since she had started keeping it “handy.” She was back at him all too quickly and swung it at him, catching him just below his diaper with a very stinging blow. “Not fast enough, Sissy! But at least you’re trying.”
Chad wanted to know how he was supposed to possibly get his dress up within the allotted two second limit. It was impossible! Especially when he never knew when she was going to issue the order! He pulled his skirt back down again as Mel walked off toward the living room, twirling the stick in her hand as she went.
He tried to put Mel… and her stick… out of his mind as he looked everything over. He opened every cabinet and every drawer. The task was big, but not that big. And… it kind of interested him. It was a lot better than cleaning the house or doing the laundry or… Uh oh! The laundry! He hurried out toward the laundry area. He noticed Mel had turned on the TV set and was also setting her laptop up in her lap. She never even turned her head as he got the laundry started. Every time he looked at her, she was buried in her work. He almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
by Karen Singer
Chapter 44 (Sunday – week 7 Part 2 of 9)
Chad was nervous. Not because they were walking into the grocery store together again. Not because he was again wearing his maids dress out in public. He was nervous because she had left the house without giving any consideration to how much time was left before he had to be leaking. And that time was rapidly running out. According to the clock in her car, he only had about twenty minutes left before his deadline ran out. They were out in public. What would she do when the time limit ran out? What would she do if he actually started leaking – when he actually started leaking? He was afraid to find out. And what made things worse, was that she was making him carry his diaper bag inside with him today.
He had only finished five baby bottles so far this morning. More than enough. And he was peeing every few minutes like he usually did, a little bit at a time. It was so automatic that he barely noticed he was doing it anymore. But in order to make her time limit to get this diaper leaking, he had to keep doing it. She had made no mention of it before they left her apartment, but she had fastened her watch to her wrist, right in front of him. He guessed that was notice enough! But now that they were actually in the store, he had no way of tracking how much time was left. Why hadn’t he worn his own watch today?
Twenty minutes by the clock in the car… as of a few minutes ago. Was it possible to get all their grocery shopping done and get out before then? Was it possible? They were really only shopping for one person – her. Plus probably some baby food – for him. Yuck! Maybe they could make it. But somehow, he doubted that.
He grabbed a shopping cart, dropped his diaper bag and purse in the child’s seat, and followed her on their usual path down the first aisle. His wish for things go to fast today went out the window quickly as he watched her stopping to look at item after item of things they never bought. And since when did she bother to compare prices on anything? Damn her! She was purposely slowing them down. She purposely wanted him to start leaking before they left the store! What then?
She wasn’t even looking at him when he realized she was speaking to him.
“We didn’t practice having you show me your diaper before we left home,” she said as she compared the prices of things she wasn’t going to buy. “If I ask you, I suggest you do your best to make it inside of the two second time limit.”
Chad briefly wondered what she would do if he didn’t make it. She didn’t have her stick with her in the store – fortunately. Unfortunately, she wasn’t done talking yet.
“Because if you don’t…” She finally looked over at him. The look on her face seemed awfully stern. “If you don’t, then I’m going to make you leave your skirt pulled all the way up till we get home again.”
Chad’s eyes bulged. She wouldn’t! Oh yes, she would! He clearly remembered her taking his skirt away from him in the store yesterday, making him walk around with his diaper fully on display. His knees nearly buckled just thinking about it. The problem was, he never knew when she was going to issue the order! More on edge than ever, he slowly pushed the cart up the aisle beside her while she continued to look at way too much stuff.
“Are you leaking yet?” she asked again without looking in his direction.
“Not yet, Mistress,” he replied.
She looked back at him angrily. “You didn’t curtsey before you said that!”
Where had that come from? Now she wanted him to curtsey every time he opened his mouth again? But he was pushing the stupid grocery cart! He quickly dropped a curtsey. “Not yet, Mistress,” he repeated. Geez!
They made it all the way though the second aisle without her asking to see his diaper. He couldn’t believe it! He also couldn’t believe it when they made it through the third aisle as well. He was expecting the command at any second, and when it didn’t come, it was almost like a let down. He knew it was coming, he just didn’t know when. And having to stay ready for it at any second was wearing on him.
He saw her turn to speak to him again and started to reach for his skirt so he could be ready to pull it up.
“Are you leaking yet?” she asked.
This time, he remembered to curtsey first. “No, Mistress.”
She glanced at her watch. “Time’s running out!”
He curtseyed again. “I know, Mistress.” Was she going to ask to see his diaper now?
“If you need to, you can grab one of your bottles out of the diaper bag and drink it,” she suggested.
Chad didn’t even want to contemplate doing that. But then, he had already done that before… and worse!
Their cart was collecting items, but not a lot of items. They already had quite a bit of food left from last week’s shopping trip. But still, some things had to be bought. They were on the fifth aisle. He had just reached out and pulled a box of rice off of the shelf when the command came – catching him completely by surprise.
“Show me your diaper!”
In his panic, Chad dropped the box of rice to the floor and made a desperate grab for his skirt, almost ripping it apart in his haste to get it up in time.
Mel smiled. “I’m impressed. You actually made it that time – sort of. It was just barely, but you made it.”
Chad was so glad. It was only then that he realized that he was standing in the middle of the grocery store holding his skirt up as high as it would go, completely exposing his soaked diaper underneath… and there were other shoppers on the same aisle with them – all of whom were now staring at them in total shock! He felt so embarrassed! In fact, he felt so embarrassed that he felt himself wetting more than usual again, right then and there! And right then and there, his diaper started leaking! “Mistwess,” he said in his sissy voice, “I’m… I’m weaking!”
Mel smiled and did her best not to laugh. “Yes, I can see that now! Good for you. Not only did you get your skirt up in time – just barely, but you also got your diaper leaking in time – just barely.” Actually, it had taken him three full seconds to get his skirt up but she wasn’t going to tell him she was going lenient on him because of the situation. Besides, she had purposely given him the command when he was busy with something else.
Chad wondered what would happen now? Could he finally pull his skirt down? She wouldn’t change him in the middle of the store, would she? He couldn’t help but think about the diaper bag right there in the cart that she had made sure he carried in with him. “Um… Mistress?” he asked. “Can I lower my skirt now?”
Mel seemed surprised by his question. “Why? We haven’t changed you yet. What would be the point? You’d only have to pull it up again.”
Chad’s knees began to shake as he realized what she was saying. She was planning on changing him in the store! Where? How? Right here? In front of everybody? He couldn’t believe it! But he did believe it because she had done so many other things already that he couldn’t believe!
Mel looked around, several of the other customers were still standing with their mouths agape, but most of them had recovered and were just watching. Good, it was time to give them something else to gape at. She pulled the diaper bag out of the shopping cart and dropped it on the floor, then she turned the cart at about a forty-five degree angle up against one of the shelves. “Back up a bit Sissy,” she told him. “Behind the cart.”
Chad didn’t have very far to move, but he crammed himself as far back into the corner between the cart and the shelf as possible. Their shopping cart wasn’t very full, which left him mostly exposed to anyone looking through it.
Mel knelt down in front of him with the diaper bag and pulled a fresh diaper out of it. Her head and body hid most of what she was doing from view of the other shoppers, leaving him exposed mostly through the wire mesh of the shopping cart. She wasn’t hurrying, but she wasn’t trying to waste time either. Fairly quickly she had his leaking diaper off of him and was putting the fresh one in its place. Pulling and sticking the tapes tightly, she finally stood up. “Okay Sissy, you can lower your skirt now.”
Gratefully, Chad pulled the skirt of his dress back down and smoothed it and the apron over it back in place. Only then did he dare to look around at the other shoppers in the aisle. Red-faced, he noticed that some of them had left, but most were still standing right where they were, watching. His embarrassed gaze returned to the floor where he didn’t have to see them.
“Put your wet diaper away and let’s keep moving,” Mel said as she stepped back to out of the way.
Chad quickly grabbed the wet diaper from the floor where Mel had left it and stuffed it into an empty plastic bag that he pulled out of the diaper bag. Then he put the diaper bag back into the child’s seat of the cart. Finally, he picked up the box of rice that he had pulled off of the shelf but dropped on the floor the moment Mel had told him to show her his diaper, and threw that into the cart as well. With a sigh of relief, he was ready. Slowly, Mel continued further down the aisle, grabbing one or two things that caught her eye and throwing them into the cart. Chad said nothing and did his best to not look at anyone as he followed silently behind.
They were just passing several other customers who had stopped further up the aisle and still hadn’t moved when Mel said to him. “Do you need to get your baby bottle out and keep drinking it?”
“No Mistwess,” Chad replied in his sissy voice.
Mel turned angrily. “What do we have to do to teach you to curtsey every time you speak?”
Chad just gulped, let go of the shopping cart and curtseyed to her right in front of the customers who were still watching them, only now up close. “No, Mistwess,” he repeated in his sissy voice. “I’m fine… fow now. I don’t need anothew bottew wight now.”
“Good, Mel replied without looking at him. Don’t forget, an hour and forty-five minutes!”
As Chad and Mel turned the corner around the end of the aisle, the customers still in that aisle just looked questioningly at each other and shook their heads, unable to believe what they had all just witnessed.
Mel breathed a silent sigh of relief as they wandered down the next aisle. She had taken another chance – a bigger chance than ever before – and she had gotten away with it – again – she hoped. They weren’t out of the store yet. But she wasn’t about to push the envelope any more today – hopefully. Not unless Sissy did something that would demand it. And she didn’t really see him doing that.
It bothered her a bit how bold she was starting to get with dominating him, especially in public. She didn’t want to contemplate the kind of thing she might be doing if they kept this up much longer. Yet that was the very thing she was after in the long run, to keep it up – permanently. Oh well, no use worrying about what she might come up with in the future, today had been plenty fun enough. Well, maybe not quite enough.
“Are you sure you don’t need to be drinking from your bottle now Sissy?” she asked.
Chad remembered to curtsey before answering, even though she wasn’t looking at him. “I’m sure,” he replied in his sissy voice before once more grabbing the handle of the shopping cart to catch up to her. They turned the corner to head up the next aisle.
“Are you wet yet?” she asked.
Chad wasn’t really sure. He didn’t think so. She had just put the fresh diaper on him! “Not yet, Mistress,” he replied as he stopped to curtsey yet again. He saw her turning in his direction. This time he knew it was coming. Before the words were even out of her mouth he was already in motion.
“Show me your diaper!”
Since he had started before she had even said it, he easily got his skirt up in time… and only afterwards did he remember once again where they were while he was holding it up. He couldn’t believe it. She was really getting to him! He was more worried about getting his skirt up in time than exposing himself in front of other people!
Mel smiled. “You’re definitely getting better.” He had actually made it this time, but then she had seen him starting for his skirt before the words were out of her mouth. Perfect! “You certainly don’t look wet at all,” she agreed. “Maybe you should grab one of your bottles and get busy!”
Chad was about to argue, when he realized that it wasn’t a suggestion but an order. He inwardly sighed as he curtseyed. “Yes Mistress.” He opened the diaper bag and grabbed a bottle and put it to his lips as he followed her into the next aisle – where the baby food was. He cringed as he realized where they were. There would certainly be no doubting who all the baby food was for! Chad was forced to stand back and watch – while he drank from his bottle – as Mel pulled jar after jar of baby food off of the shelves and put them into the cart. Far more baby food than ever before. Mel seemed to be barely looking at the labels as she grabbed a vast assortment of whatever was available. By the time they finally moved on, Chad’s baby bottle was more than half finished, and the cart almost contained more baby food than anything else – and more than a few people had passed them by, giving them strange unbelieving looks.
There were fewer bags of groceries for Chad to carry from the car up to her apartment when they got home. But many of those bags were fairly heavy because they contained nothing but jars of baby food. As Chad was carrying bags of groceries upstairs, Mel was going through her cabinets in the kitchen and rearranging things. By the time Chad had carried everything inside, she had almost completely emptied out one of her double wide cabinets and there were things cluttering up most of the available counter space.
Chad had watched what she was doing and wondered why. He had groceries to put away and she was in his way… not that he’d ever tell her that. Even though she wasn’t looking at him, he curtseyed before he spoke. “Excuse me, Mistress. Why are you doing that?”
She briefly turned to look at him as she worked. “Oh, I’m just trying to organize things better. The way it is right now isn’t going to work.”
Chad had no idea why that could be. Everything seemed to be working just fine as far as he could tell. But did he dare ask why she thought it wouldn’t work? He decided not to.
As Mel began picking things up off of the counter and going through cabinet after cabinet to look for someplace new to put them, he started going through the grocery bags and finding the things he could put into the refrigerator – which had most of its space now reserved for his baby bottles. Fortunately, he didn’t have a lot of things that needed to be kept cold.
As Mel moved more and more things into different cabinets and cleared a bit of space, he considered unpacking some of the other groceries, but since she was moving everything around, he didn’t know where to put anything, so he left everything still in the bags. He watched her working for a minute before going back to the refrigerator and pulling out another baby bottle to drink – he did have a deadline to meet! By his count, this was bottle number seven for the morning. It was a lot, but not nearly as bad as yesterday had been.
The further Mel got in her task, the longer it took for her to find places to put the items and the more frustrated she started getting with the task. Finally, Chad curtseyed again and asked, “Can I help you with anything?”
Mel looked over at him briefly. She was about to tell him no, but then she thought better of the idea. She was trying to clear out a full cabinet, but finding places to put everything was getting to be difficult. And then she realized that he was the one who did all the cooking now, and he was the one who spent most of the time in the kitchen. It made more sense for him to be doing this than her. “Uh… Yes! You can put all this stuff away… just don’t put anything in that cabinet that I just cleaned out.”
“Why?”
Mel looked at him harshly. “Did you just speak without curtseying?”
He had only spoken the one word! And they were in the middle of the conversation! He quickly dropped another curtsey before answering. “Sorry Mistress. I was only wondering why you’re doing it.”
“We need a place for all your baby food,” she replied with a mischievous smile creeping to her face. “Since you’ll be eating a lot more of it, I wanted to make more room for it.” She pointed at the empty cabinet. “All your baby food now goes in there. That way, it will be easier to find.” She smiled a bit broader. “And besides, if anyone comes over, then it will be a lot easier to show them exactly what you’re eating now.”
As far as Chad was concerned, exactly what he was eating now was mostly… embarrassing. And the very thought that he would be eating mostly baby food now, sent a tiny shiver straight down his spine. As Mel backed off, he stared at all the junk on the counters. He randomly picked up an item… but where to put it? He was the one who was doing all of the cooking now. She never did anything in the kitchen anymore – except to make all the stupid tea she but into his bottles. And he didn’t want to even count that. So basically, he figured that he could move everything around to suit himself better – as long as she would let him. He turned to her and curtseyed. “Mistress, may I rearrange it all to make it easier for cooking?”
Mel was surprised by the question. But why shouldn’t he? It was going to be his kitchen – soon. That is, until her new house was built. Then he’d have a brand new one to arrange to his heart’s content. “Knock yourself out,” she replied as she turned and headed toward her living room. “Just make sure you put all the baby food into one big cabinet – and make sure it’s organized so anyone can see what’s what!”
Chad curtseyed again. “Thank you, Mistress.”
She smiled. She absolutely loved seeing him curtsey like that. It was soooo… sweet! Not to mention silly. “Show me your diaper!” The words came out of her mouth before she even knew she was going to say them.
Chad was caught off guard yet again. But he grabbed the skirt of his dress and did everything he could to get it raised up high within the time limit. Unfortunately, he knew before he was halfway there that he had not succeeded.
Mel was moving to find her stick before he had even gotten his dress up all the way. Fortunately, she didn’t have to go far to find it since she had started keeping it “handy.” She was back at him all too quickly and swung it at him, catching him just below his diaper with a very stinging blow. “Not fast enough, Sissy! But at least you’re trying.”
Chad wanted to know how he was supposed to possibly get his dress up within the allotted two second limit. It was impossible! Especially when he never knew when she was going to issue the order! He pulled his skirt back down again as Mel walked off toward the living room, twirling the stick in her hand as she went.
He tried to put Mel… and her stick… out of his mind as he looked everything over. He opened every cabinet and every drawer. The task was big, but not that big. And… it kind of interested him. It was a lot better than cleaning the house or doing the laundry or… Uh oh! The laundry! He hurried out toward the laundry area. He noticed Mel had turned on the TV set and was also setting her laptop up in her lap. She never even turned her head as he got the laundry started. Every time he looked at her, she was buried in her work. He almost felt sorry for her. Almost.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
The Bet - Chapter 44 (Sunday – week 7 Part 1 of 9)
The Bet
by Karen Singer
Chapter 44 (Sunday – week 7 Part 1 of 9)
Fear! Fear and heartbreak! Fear and heartbreak… and humiliation! That’s what he felt. In his dream, he was sitting at his desk, while person after person came by and berated him for what he was. Over and over again, someone new came into his cubicle to tell him in no uncertain terms what a disgrace he was… how disgusting he was. The only one who didn’t, was Robin. He could clearly see her standing back in the distance just watching everything with a satisfied look on her face, as if she was glad he was getting what he deserved. And worse, he knew he deserved it.
And then, amid the turmoil of jeers, his boss, Tom Robinson showed up… and fired him! And everyone applauded. He cried, even in his dream, because he felt so bad… and because he couldn’t blame a single one of them. He could only blame himself. Amid the jeers of his friends, he was forced out of the company as he cried woefully. And still, Robin only looked silently satisfied from the distance… never saying a single word.
He nearly woke up, his sorrow almost pulling him completely out of sleep. But some dreams have a way of hanging on – even when they shouldn’t.
And somehow, in his dream, it was later… much later. And he was out somewhere – with Mel and Derek and Ray. And they all knew he had been fired. Derek and Ray seemed to both agree that he should have been. Over and over again they both told him he got what he deserved! Over and over again they both told him he was a disgusting pervert. There was no sympathy from anyone other than the small look of sorrow on Mel’s face. Yet she did nothing to stick up for him and put an end to their deriding comments.
Over and over again the persecution continued. His dreams somehow flashing back and forth between work and Robin and Derek and Ray… and Mel. Over and over again he was told what a disgusting maggot he was. How he should be totally ashamed of himself. How he should be totally disgusted with himself… and he was ashamed! But not one person ever mentioned what he could possibly do about it… how he could fix it.
He didn’t know it, but there were tears in his physical eyes that matched the sobbing he was doing in his dream state.
Finally, in his dream, he couldn’t take it anymore. He ran! He didn’t know where, he just ran. Every time he saw someone, he turned and ran a different direction, trying to get away from everyone. Till finally, he was alone. Alone. Alone, with nobody yelling at him. Nobody jeering at him. Nobody making fun of him. Nobody berating him in any way. And nobody loving him or even offering a single word of kindness.
He cried. He sobbed. Because he knew without a doubt that he deserved just what he was getting. He was sick. He was perverted. He was… disgusting! And he couldn’t help it. It was just something inside of him… he couldn’t help it! Couldn’t they see that? Didn’t that count for anything?
In his dream, someone touched his shoulder from behind. He turned and saw Mel there, smiling at him. She held him to her and he wept into her shoulder. Her caress felt ever so good. He cried like a baby as she kept telling him she would take care of him. She would fix it. But he didn’t know how she could. He was… unfixable!
She grabbed his hand and led him back toward the others. “How can you fix it?” he asked.
“You’ll see,” she said, sounding awfully kind, awfully sure. She walked him straight up to Derek. “Kiss him,” she said.
He looked at Mel like she was crazy. “You can’t be serious! How can this fix anything?”
“You’ll see,” Mel replied. “Kiss him.”
But he didn’t want to do that. Not at all! The very thought frightened him. “I can’t!”
“But you have to! You can’t fix this till you kiss him!”
“No!” Panic was coursing through his dream body now. Sheer panic!
“You must!”
He noticed that Derek didn’t look very happy about the situation either. Yet Derek wasn’t saying a word, he was only looking like he was horrified by the very idea of it. “No!” he shouted. “This is wrong!”
“But you have to!”
He shook his head. He couldn’t do it. “No! I can’t!”
“But…”
And the loud thunderous rock music blasted out of his pink clock radio, not just pulling him out of sleep, but jerking him harshly out of a nightmare that should have woken him long before. For a moment, all he could do was to lay there and pant, trying to get his breath, trying to remember what he had been dreaming about. Torment and persecution… and something about kissing Derek. Ugh!
A bit more sanity crept into his brain and he realized how miserable the overly loud music was. He rolled off of his blow-up mattress, feeling his legs hitting some empty baby bottles in the process. From his knees he reached over and turned the music off. Whew! The silence was like a huge relief – briefly. But the silence also allowed the feelings of torment and persecution back in again. He didn’t know why, but he felt nothing but sorry for himself. What had he been dreaming about? It wasn’t good, he knew that much. He vaguely remembered something about having to kiss Derek… and then he remembered that it was now Sunday… the day of their date… and that later tonight, he was going to have to kiss Derek – for real. He felt himself suddenly squirming inside over that – and realized he was peeing madly into his diaper at the very thought of it.
Why him? And why did it have to be Derek – his friend – if he could still call him a friend. One thing was for sure, once Derek heard what Robin would tell everyone, he wouldn’t be a friend anymore. He wondered if Robin would call Derek before their date and let him know what happened yesterday. He hoped not. Tomorrow at work and its problems would come soon enough. Please! Please, one more day of normalcy… relative normalcy anyway.
He happened to glance down at the bottles on the floor before he went out to the kitchen to look for her note. They were strewn all over the place from where he had kicked them as he rolled out of bed. But something was amiss. And then he realized what it was. He clearly remembered drinking only three bottles last night before going to bed – just as he always did. But there were four empty bottles on the floor now. Where had the fourth bottle come from?
He remembered waking up yesterday with the odd bottle still in his mouth. Mel! It had to be her. Had she somehow got him to drink another bottle while he was sleeping last night? He found it hard to believe… Yet the proof was there! The appearance of proof anyway. Was it possible she was just trying to trick him into making him think she had fed him another bottle in his sleep? Was it possible she had just put one of his other empty bottles there? It was possible, but it just didn’t sound right. Had she really fed him an entire baby bottle – in his sleep? The very thought of it horrified him… while at the same time, it stirred something in his under exercised pleasure zones. He realized he was still sucking on his pacifier… that much was the way he remembered it. But… was it possible?
Not really knowing, he pulled his pacifier out of his mouth and set it on the cardboard dresser next to his pink clock radio. Then he stumbled out toward the kitchen to see if she had left him a note. He realized it was a bit later than usual… well, later than he had been getting up, that was for sure. What was going on today – other than their date later? He was afraid to find out. It seemed like every single day brought only new horrors and humiliation. It just never seemed to end. He stopped in his tracks in the middle of his living room. But did he want it to end? He thought about that for a moment, but his brain wasn’t working well enough to actually deal with that question yet.
Thirsty for a drink – even from a baby bottle, he continued out to the kitchen to find her note.
Sissy,
Three bottles as usual.
Don’t forget to call me as you’re putting your one diaper on again.
Maids uniform today. As usual, nothing to cover your diaper except your dress.
Grocery shopping today. You can work on your list when you get here.
There was nothing else. Nothing at all. A very short note. Not like yesterday. He still shuddered at the thought of the note from yesterday… not to mention everything that yesterday had brought. He remembered wearing his silly sissy dress to the drug store. Damn! Had he really done that? Unfortunately, he knew all too well that he had. And just the thought of it stirred his unending sexual… need. But yesterday had also brought Robin seeing him in his baby state at Sandy’s. That thought killed any sexual urge he had felt. That thought brought a whole new level of horrors… horrors that waited just around the corner for him – tomorrow!
He pulled three more bottles out of his refrigerator. He noted that two of them weren’t sealed with tape the way she usually did the ones she left for him. He could just open them and pour them out and she’d never know the difference. But he didn’t. He carried them, just as he always did, to his one and only chair, where he sat, and drank, and stared at the childishly colored pictures he had colored in the restaurants a few weeks ago. As he stared at the pictures, he couldn’t help but be reminded that it was he who had colored those pictures, not someone else. Him! And they looked completely like the work of a child… a toddler. If anyone ever saw them and found out… He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look at them. He didn’t want to go there.
Mel sat up on the edge of her bed. It was later than usual, but not by a lot. She had allowed them both a bit of extra rest. Of course, ‘he’… should have been up for about half an hour already. She smiled at the thought. Him getting up before her was only as it should be. He should be getting used to getting up before her every day. It would be his job soon to make her morning coffee for her – and bring it to her while she was still in bed. Waking her gently every morning with the aroma of freshly made coffee right there for her. It would be his job… very soon. Very, very soon. She hoped.
But unfortunately, not yet. She padded her way out to her kitchen to start making her coffee herself. Soon. Very soon.
Her phone rang as the coffee was still dripping into the pot. She smiled. It had to be him! “Hello?”
“Good mowning, Mistwess,” his high-pitched sissy voice replied. “I’m just putting my diapew on now.”
He sounded like such a toddler sometimes. The thought made her smile. “Good.” She glanced at the clock. “An hour and forty-five minutes, Sissy. The clock is ticking.”
“Yes, Mistwess,” he replied.
“See you in a little while,” she said just before she hung up her phone.
Chad checked his appearance in the mirror one last time before heading out the door. Everything looked… as usual. His hair was curled and styled as close to a feminine style as Cassie had been able to make it. His makeup looked… okay. He was wearing his blue stud earrings today – because they would go the best with his blue dress that he would be wearing later. He had left all his other jewelry off today. He had a lot of cleaning to do and it would only get in the way. His glued on breasts bulged out the front of his maid’s uniform awfully convincingly. The waist cincher he was wearing underneath his dress constricted his waist horribly – but not nearly as horribly as it used to. And without the girdle he usually wore over top of it when he went to work, it almost felt comfortable. Almost. The bright white apron tied around his waist actually seemed to emphasize how small his waist had shrunk since this whole thing started.
There were no pantyhose covering his freshly shaved legs today. Not on the weekends anymore… or after work for that matter either. Since Mel had started this time limit requirement to make his diaper leak every time, they weren’t allowed. Nothing was allowed to get in the way of his leaking diaper. That thought made him remember how maniacal she had seemed to get lately over how fast he reacted whenever she ordered him to show her his diaper. Exactly two seconds to get his skirt all the way up? It was impossible – and it always brought him a quick and painful punishment from her stick – which she seemed to be keeping closer than usual lately. He glanced down at the low-heeled shoes on his feet. The most comfortable thing he was wearing – by far.
He took a deep breath for courage. He was about to undergo another round… another day… another session of complete servitude and humiliation – both private and in public. And as every single day in the past had been. He had no doubt that today would probably be worse than the day before… although how that could be possible he didn’t know. Although she always seemed to surprise him and find a way. He thought again about the date they had tonight. She and Ray… and him and Derek. Ugh! The very thought sent shivers down his spine. Well, Mel wouldn’t have to work very hard to make today extra humiliating. The date for tonight practically guaranteed that!
With one more gulp of breath for courage, he grabbed his purse, his diaper bag, and the plastic bag containing all seven empty baby bottles. It was time. He went out his door and walked straight to Mel’s apartment – noticing that nobody else seemed to be outside yet. Hooray!
His knock on her door was answered after only a moment. He curtseyed. “Good mowning, Mistwess,” he said in his sissy voice.
Mel smiled broadly at the sight of him – and especially at his curtsey. She just loved seeing him do that. Well, she would give him plenty of practice again today, that was for sure. “Good morning, Sissy,” she replied as she stood back and let him in. She looked him over as he set his purse and diaper bag down under the table by the door. In his uniform, he looked – perfect! Just what she wanted to see. It should always be like this… it would always be like this – no better because he would be living with her! That is, just as soon as she won this bet! Such a bother that they had to wait.
“I have your breakfast all set for you,” she told him.
Baby cereal. Yuck! As Mel put the tray in place, affectively locking him into his highchair, he couldn’t help but think that he should be getting used to the miserable tasting glop she served him every morning. But he wasn’t. Yes, he was getting better at eating it without making such a mess, but he still made somewhat of a mess, and no, he wasn’t getting used to it at all. Worse, it seemed like most of the meals he ate were nothing but baby cereal lately, and none of it tasted very good. He had to admit though, that the breakfast cereals she gave him were by far the worst!
Bib around his neck, tiny baby spoon held in his left fist, he was soon doing his very best to shovel it into his mouth and ignore the lousy taste of the stupid mush. The baby bottle of juice she gave him to go with it came to his rescue frequently! Unfortunately, today, the bottle of juice was gone long before the cereal. Well, he would be getting more bottles today – and very soon. Of that he had no doubt. Especially since he had to keep to his strict wetting schedule.
Once he was done with his breakfast, Mel wiped him off, but she left him in his highchair – again. She brought him another baby bottle, tea this time. His fifth bottle of the day so far. Then she brought him his diet recipe book along with a pen and paper. “Should I plan for any meals with guests?” he asked in his sissy voice. Actually knowing in advance was a good thing.
“Probably not till next week,” Mel replied.
Chad nodded, that was good. Then another thought hit him. “Mistress,” he gulped before he asked his question. Actually he was afraid to ask it. “How about for me? Should I plan on making everything for one or two people?” In other words, how much baby food was he going to be eating next week?
Mel thought about that for a few moments. It was a fair question. The poor guy really did need more than baby food to live on, but he did get lunch somewhere every day. That was something. And later in the week they would probably be eating at restaurants in the evening as usual. That was more decent food. She smiled wickedly at him. “Plan on just making dinner for me every night.”
The look on her face told him more than her words and he died a little bit inside. Baby food. Lots of baby food.
by Karen Singer
Chapter 44 (Sunday – week 7 Part 1 of 9)
Fear! Fear and heartbreak! Fear and heartbreak… and humiliation! That’s what he felt. In his dream, he was sitting at his desk, while person after person came by and berated him for what he was. Over and over again, someone new came into his cubicle to tell him in no uncertain terms what a disgrace he was… how disgusting he was. The only one who didn’t, was Robin. He could clearly see her standing back in the distance just watching everything with a satisfied look on her face, as if she was glad he was getting what he deserved. And worse, he knew he deserved it.
And then, amid the turmoil of jeers, his boss, Tom Robinson showed up… and fired him! And everyone applauded. He cried, even in his dream, because he felt so bad… and because he couldn’t blame a single one of them. He could only blame himself. Amid the jeers of his friends, he was forced out of the company as he cried woefully. And still, Robin only looked silently satisfied from the distance… never saying a single word.
He nearly woke up, his sorrow almost pulling him completely out of sleep. But some dreams have a way of hanging on – even when they shouldn’t.
And somehow, in his dream, it was later… much later. And he was out somewhere – with Mel and Derek and Ray. And they all knew he had been fired. Derek and Ray seemed to both agree that he should have been. Over and over again they both told him he got what he deserved! Over and over again they both told him he was a disgusting pervert. There was no sympathy from anyone other than the small look of sorrow on Mel’s face. Yet she did nothing to stick up for him and put an end to their deriding comments.
Over and over again the persecution continued. His dreams somehow flashing back and forth between work and Robin and Derek and Ray… and Mel. Over and over again he was told what a disgusting maggot he was. How he should be totally ashamed of himself. How he should be totally disgusted with himself… and he was ashamed! But not one person ever mentioned what he could possibly do about it… how he could fix it.
He didn’t know it, but there were tears in his physical eyes that matched the sobbing he was doing in his dream state.
Finally, in his dream, he couldn’t take it anymore. He ran! He didn’t know where, he just ran. Every time he saw someone, he turned and ran a different direction, trying to get away from everyone. Till finally, he was alone. Alone. Alone, with nobody yelling at him. Nobody jeering at him. Nobody making fun of him. Nobody berating him in any way. And nobody loving him or even offering a single word of kindness.
He cried. He sobbed. Because he knew without a doubt that he deserved just what he was getting. He was sick. He was perverted. He was… disgusting! And he couldn’t help it. It was just something inside of him… he couldn’t help it! Couldn’t they see that? Didn’t that count for anything?
In his dream, someone touched his shoulder from behind. He turned and saw Mel there, smiling at him. She held him to her and he wept into her shoulder. Her caress felt ever so good. He cried like a baby as she kept telling him she would take care of him. She would fix it. But he didn’t know how she could. He was… unfixable!
She grabbed his hand and led him back toward the others. “How can you fix it?” he asked.
“You’ll see,” she said, sounding awfully kind, awfully sure. She walked him straight up to Derek. “Kiss him,” she said.
He looked at Mel like she was crazy. “You can’t be serious! How can this fix anything?”
“You’ll see,” Mel replied. “Kiss him.”
But he didn’t want to do that. Not at all! The very thought frightened him. “I can’t!”
“But you have to! You can’t fix this till you kiss him!”
“No!” Panic was coursing through his dream body now. Sheer panic!
“You must!”
He noticed that Derek didn’t look very happy about the situation either. Yet Derek wasn’t saying a word, he was only looking like he was horrified by the very idea of it. “No!” he shouted. “This is wrong!”
“But you have to!”
He shook his head. He couldn’t do it. “No! I can’t!”
“But…”
And the loud thunderous rock music blasted out of his pink clock radio, not just pulling him out of sleep, but jerking him harshly out of a nightmare that should have woken him long before. For a moment, all he could do was to lay there and pant, trying to get his breath, trying to remember what he had been dreaming about. Torment and persecution… and something about kissing Derek. Ugh!
A bit more sanity crept into his brain and he realized how miserable the overly loud music was. He rolled off of his blow-up mattress, feeling his legs hitting some empty baby bottles in the process. From his knees he reached over and turned the music off. Whew! The silence was like a huge relief – briefly. But the silence also allowed the feelings of torment and persecution back in again. He didn’t know why, but he felt nothing but sorry for himself. What had he been dreaming about? It wasn’t good, he knew that much. He vaguely remembered something about having to kiss Derek… and then he remembered that it was now Sunday… the day of their date… and that later tonight, he was going to have to kiss Derek – for real. He felt himself suddenly squirming inside over that – and realized he was peeing madly into his diaper at the very thought of it.
Why him? And why did it have to be Derek – his friend – if he could still call him a friend. One thing was for sure, once Derek heard what Robin would tell everyone, he wouldn’t be a friend anymore. He wondered if Robin would call Derek before their date and let him know what happened yesterday. He hoped not. Tomorrow at work and its problems would come soon enough. Please! Please, one more day of normalcy… relative normalcy anyway.
He happened to glance down at the bottles on the floor before he went out to the kitchen to look for her note. They were strewn all over the place from where he had kicked them as he rolled out of bed. But something was amiss. And then he realized what it was. He clearly remembered drinking only three bottles last night before going to bed – just as he always did. But there were four empty bottles on the floor now. Where had the fourth bottle come from?
He remembered waking up yesterday with the odd bottle still in his mouth. Mel! It had to be her. Had she somehow got him to drink another bottle while he was sleeping last night? He found it hard to believe… Yet the proof was there! The appearance of proof anyway. Was it possible she was just trying to trick him into making him think she had fed him another bottle in his sleep? Was it possible she had just put one of his other empty bottles there? It was possible, but it just didn’t sound right. Had she really fed him an entire baby bottle – in his sleep? The very thought of it horrified him… while at the same time, it stirred something in his under exercised pleasure zones. He realized he was still sucking on his pacifier… that much was the way he remembered it. But… was it possible?
Not really knowing, he pulled his pacifier out of his mouth and set it on the cardboard dresser next to his pink clock radio. Then he stumbled out toward the kitchen to see if she had left him a note. He realized it was a bit later than usual… well, later than he had been getting up, that was for sure. What was going on today – other than their date later? He was afraid to find out. It seemed like every single day brought only new horrors and humiliation. It just never seemed to end. He stopped in his tracks in the middle of his living room. But did he want it to end? He thought about that for a moment, but his brain wasn’t working well enough to actually deal with that question yet.
Thirsty for a drink – even from a baby bottle, he continued out to the kitchen to find her note.
Sissy,
Three bottles as usual.
Don’t forget to call me as you’re putting your one diaper on again.
Maids uniform today. As usual, nothing to cover your diaper except your dress.
Grocery shopping today. You can work on your list when you get here.
There was nothing else. Nothing at all. A very short note. Not like yesterday. He still shuddered at the thought of the note from yesterday… not to mention everything that yesterday had brought. He remembered wearing his silly sissy dress to the drug store. Damn! Had he really done that? Unfortunately, he knew all too well that he had. And just the thought of it stirred his unending sexual… need. But yesterday had also brought Robin seeing him in his baby state at Sandy’s. That thought killed any sexual urge he had felt. That thought brought a whole new level of horrors… horrors that waited just around the corner for him – tomorrow!
He pulled three more bottles out of his refrigerator. He noted that two of them weren’t sealed with tape the way she usually did the ones she left for him. He could just open them and pour them out and she’d never know the difference. But he didn’t. He carried them, just as he always did, to his one and only chair, where he sat, and drank, and stared at the childishly colored pictures he had colored in the restaurants a few weeks ago. As he stared at the pictures, he couldn’t help but be reminded that it was he who had colored those pictures, not someone else. Him! And they looked completely like the work of a child… a toddler. If anyone ever saw them and found out… He closed his eyes so he wouldn’t have to look at them. He didn’t want to go there.
Mel sat up on the edge of her bed. It was later than usual, but not by a lot. She had allowed them both a bit of extra rest. Of course, ‘he’… should have been up for about half an hour already. She smiled at the thought. Him getting up before her was only as it should be. He should be getting used to getting up before her every day. It would be his job soon to make her morning coffee for her – and bring it to her while she was still in bed. Waking her gently every morning with the aroma of freshly made coffee right there for her. It would be his job… very soon. Very, very soon. She hoped.
But unfortunately, not yet. She padded her way out to her kitchen to start making her coffee herself. Soon. Very soon.
Her phone rang as the coffee was still dripping into the pot. She smiled. It had to be him! “Hello?”
“Good mowning, Mistwess,” his high-pitched sissy voice replied. “I’m just putting my diapew on now.”
He sounded like such a toddler sometimes. The thought made her smile. “Good.” She glanced at the clock. “An hour and forty-five minutes, Sissy. The clock is ticking.”
“Yes, Mistwess,” he replied.
“See you in a little while,” she said just before she hung up her phone.
Chad checked his appearance in the mirror one last time before heading out the door. Everything looked… as usual. His hair was curled and styled as close to a feminine style as Cassie had been able to make it. His makeup looked… okay. He was wearing his blue stud earrings today – because they would go the best with his blue dress that he would be wearing later. He had left all his other jewelry off today. He had a lot of cleaning to do and it would only get in the way. His glued on breasts bulged out the front of his maid’s uniform awfully convincingly. The waist cincher he was wearing underneath his dress constricted his waist horribly – but not nearly as horribly as it used to. And without the girdle he usually wore over top of it when he went to work, it almost felt comfortable. Almost. The bright white apron tied around his waist actually seemed to emphasize how small his waist had shrunk since this whole thing started.
There were no pantyhose covering his freshly shaved legs today. Not on the weekends anymore… or after work for that matter either. Since Mel had started this time limit requirement to make his diaper leak every time, they weren’t allowed. Nothing was allowed to get in the way of his leaking diaper. That thought made him remember how maniacal she had seemed to get lately over how fast he reacted whenever she ordered him to show her his diaper. Exactly two seconds to get his skirt all the way up? It was impossible – and it always brought him a quick and painful punishment from her stick – which she seemed to be keeping closer than usual lately. He glanced down at the low-heeled shoes on his feet. The most comfortable thing he was wearing – by far.
He took a deep breath for courage. He was about to undergo another round… another day… another session of complete servitude and humiliation – both private and in public. And as every single day in the past had been. He had no doubt that today would probably be worse than the day before… although how that could be possible he didn’t know. Although she always seemed to surprise him and find a way. He thought again about the date they had tonight. She and Ray… and him and Derek. Ugh! The very thought sent shivers down his spine. Well, Mel wouldn’t have to work very hard to make today extra humiliating. The date for tonight practically guaranteed that!
With one more gulp of breath for courage, he grabbed his purse, his diaper bag, and the plastic bag containing all seven empty baby bottles. It was time. He went out his door and walked straight to Mel’s apartment – noticing that nobody else seemed to be outside yet. Hooray!
His knock on her door was answered after only a moment. He curtseyed. “Good mowning, Mistwess,” he said in his sissy voice.
Mel smiled broadly at the sight of him – and especially at his curtsey. She just loved seeing him do that. Well, she would give him plenty of practice again today, that was for sure. “Good morning, Sissy,” she replied as she stood back and let him in. She looked him over as he set his purse and diaper bag down under the table by the door. In his uniform, he looked – perfect! Just what she wanted to see. It should always be like this… it would always be like this – no better because he would be living with her! That is, just as soon as she won this bet! Such a bother that they had to wait.
“I have your breakfast all set for you,” she told him.
Baby cereal. Yuck! As Mel put the tray in place, affectively locking him into his highchair, he couldn’t help but think that he should be getting used to the miserable tasting glop she served him every morning. But he wasn’t. Yes, he was getting better at eating it without making such a mess, but he still made somewhat of a mess, and no, he wasn’t getting used to it at all. Worse, it seemed like most of the meals he ate were nothing but baby cereal lately, and none of it tasted very good. He had to admit though, that the breakfast cereals she gave him were by far the worst!
Bib around his neck, tiny baby spoon held in his left fist, he was soon doing his very best to shovel it into his mouth and ignore the lousy taste of the stupid mush. The baby bottle of juice she gave him to go with it came to his rescue frequently! Unfortunately, today, the bottle of juice was gone long before the cereal. Well, he would be getting more bottles today – and very soon. Of that he had no doubt. Especially since he had to keep to his strict wetting schedule.
Once he was done with his breakfast, Mel wiped him off, but she left him in his highchair – again. She brought him another baby bottle, tea this time. His fifth bottle of the day so far. Then she brought him his diet recipe book along with a pen and paper. “Should I plan for any meals with guests?” he asked in his sissy voice. Actually knowing in advance was a good thing.
“Probably not till next week,” Mel replied.
Chad nodded, that was good. Then another thought hit him. “Mistress,” he gulped before he asked his question. Actually he was afraid to ask it. “How about for me? Should I plan on making everything for one or two people?” In other words, how much baby food was he going to be eating next week?
Mel thought about that for a few moments. It was a fair question. The poor guy really did need more than baby food to live on, but he did get lunch somewhere every day. That was something. And later in the week they would probably be eating at restaurants in the evening as usual. That was more decent food. She smiled wickedly at him. “Plan on just making dinner for me every night.”
The look on her face told him more than her words and he died a little bit inside. Baby food. Lots of baby food.
Friday, October 28, 2011
The Bet - Chapter 43 (Saturday – week 6 Part 8 of 8)
The Bet
by Karen Singer
Chapter 43 (Saturday – week 6 Part 8 of 8)
As Chad walked slowly up and down the rows of shoes, he didn’t really know what he was looking for, or if he really cared. He had plenty of shoes… but he liked shoes. Especially heels. Mel was looking at a pair of wild leopard print pumps and had told him to just go searching for whatever he liked. So… he was looking. The problem was, he liked everything he saw.
He came to the spot where a few weeks ago his diaper had leaked so badly that it had puddled on the floor. It made him think about his diaper now. It was certainly starting to feel awfully wet. But how long had it been now since Mel had put it on him? How long was left till it had to be leaking? He was fairly sure that he still had a little while to go, but he couldn’t have too much longer. But since he wasn’t wearing his watch today he had no way of knowing. In fact, the only jewelry he had on were the pink studs he had put in his ears earlier this morning.
He suddenly realized he was peeing again. Geez. There had been no warning again that he was going to do it. And again, he hadn’t realized it till it was already happening. He had to get with it! It would be no good at all if he didn’t even know when it was happening. He hadn’t even had anything to drink now in a while – not since they had left her apartment. Not knowing he was peeing wasn’t going to help him win this bet!
He realized too that his state of mind was such that it wouldn’t help him at all either. He was so upset over what Mel had done, that he barely cared – about anything. But how could he feel anything but depressed right now? All he could think about was Robin telling everybody else and what would happen on Monday. No matter what, it wouldn’t be good – that much he knew for a fact. Basically, the thought scared him… more than a little.
“Find anything?” Mel asked as she walked up.
Chad just shrugged again. “Not really,” he replied dully. He noticed that she was now holding a closed shoe box in her hands. Was she really going to wear those wild shoes? He didn’t think he had that much courage. What would they go with?
Mel was starting to get fed up with his depressed attitude. Yes, she knew he was depressed. Yes, she agreed that he probably should be depressed. And yes, she knew it was all her fault. But he needed to get with it a little more than he had been. She had been trying to be nice to him. He had shown a few signs of life, but they were very few. She was beginning to tire of his whole not caring attitude. “Can’t you even try to act a little better?” she asked, her voice containing more than a hint of the anger she was starting to feel. “Show some enthusiasm?”
Chad didn’t know what to say. He knew he wasn’t behaving… properly. But to tell the truth, he just didn’t feel like it. It was hard to feel enthusiastic about much when your whole life was in the process of being ruined. Not to mention that the very person who had caused the problem in the first place was the one who was asking the question – Mel. But what was he supposed to say to her? Finally he sighed. “I’m trying,” was all he was able to get out. And saying it in his sissy voice was somewhat difficult.
“Well try harder!” Mel replied. She tried to smile again as she looked down the rack of shoes. “Hey, now that pair would go great with your new dress!”
“But I’ve got shoes that will work,” Chad protested.
“So? I thought you liked new shoes.”
“I do but…” But the truth was, that he did like them. He shrugged again. “I guess I do like them,” he replied sheepishly.
Mel wasn’t sure if he was starting to come around or not. “So what do you think about those?” she asked as she pointed the pair out again.
The shoes were a pair of black patent sandals with a high, thin, elegant heel. The straps on top of the toes were decorated with black patent bows. Chad realized that they were really nice – and would go very well with not only his dress but the new clutch bag as well. “They would go well,” he agreed as he picked one up to look at it.
“Go find a salesman and get him to bring you some to try on.”
It was as if her words were there to make his decisions for him. Instead of answering, he simply turned and went in search of someone to help him.
Mel watched him turn and leave. His attitude was starting to get under her skin more and more. He was trying, but not hard enough. She had tried being nice to him, but maybe what he needed was some additional – prodding – of a different sort.
Chad found a saleswoman fairly easily – for once. He had dealt with this one in the past and he was sure she recognized him. She didn’t even bat an eye as she looked at the shoe he wanted and went in search of a box. She was back fairly quickly with it and just handed it to him. Chad carried the box back to Mel before trying them on. They fit perfectly. He was quick to notice though that the heel was about as high as on his pink patent heels, only styled to look a bit thinner. He took a few steps in them, then just nodded toward Mel. “They’re good,” he said with little enthusiasm.
“They look great!” Mel declared, watching him carefully. No facial reaction. It was time to get more forceful! “Show me your diaper!” she ordered quickly.
Chad was so startled by her sudden command that he couldn’t react right away. Her sudden command on top of his depression and non-caring attitude caused him to totally freeze up and just stare at her in surprise.
Mel saw the total shock on his face. It was the most emotion he had shown since they had left the house earlier. Finally, she was reaching him. She put a determined angry look on her face and repeated her command more forcefully. “Show me your diaper! Now!”
It still took Chad a moment to react. The angry look on Mel’s face seemed to be the final push he needed to force him into motion. Fear of reprisal if he didn’t react quickly seemed to reach his subconscious. Without giving any other thought to where they were or who might be around, he reached down and grabbed his skirt and quickly pulled it up as high as he could, showing off how soaking wet his diaper was.
“Aahh!”
The sudden shocked gasp from another woman customer turned Mel’s head. She hadn’t bothered to speak softly at all when she gave Chad his command. Now her loud voice had attracted the attention of several other customers who were quickly coming over to see what was going on. Oh well, it was too late now. Besides, she was more concerned with snapping Chad out of his fog and getting him back on the straight and narrow again. She took the time to notice that his diaper was getting awfully wet – but it wasn’t leaking yet.
Chad stood there with his skirt pulled up high. The sudden little scream from one of the other customers actually scared him a little – especially because it let him know that they were no longer alone. And Mel was now just making him stand there – fully on display! Talk about humiliating!
Mel noticed that nobody seemed to be complaining – yet. They were all probably too shocked. There were about four or five other people around – that she could see. Well, since nobody was voicing any arguments yet… “Sissy! Turn around slowly and show everybody how wet you are!”
Chad wanted to die! He couldn’t believe she would do such a thing! But she just had! Since everybody could already somewhat see him, there was no use trying to argue or not do it – as if he had a choice anyway. He slowly began turning around, feeling his face getting redder and redder the further he went. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. But then, hadn’t she made him do something similar in the grocery store once? By the time he was back to facing Mel again, he noticed there was a hint of tears in his eyes from the humiliation.
“Okay Sissy. You can drop your skirt now.”
Chad pulled his skirt back down, but pulling it down gave him nothing to hide behind anymore – as if it really mattered. Now there was nothing in the way of him seeing how many people were around. More than he wanted, that was for sure! He didn’t want to look at any of them so he stared at the floor.
“Your time is running out to get that thing leaking,” Mel told him, making no pretense to lower her voice. “You better get busy.”
Chad barely nodded as he continued to stare at the floor.
“Answer me properly!”
Chad was horrified again. Why had she suddenly gotten so angry? Hating doing it in front of the people, he dropped a curtsey and said in his sissy voice, “I’m still trying, Mistress.” He heard only a tiny chuckle from one or two. The rest of the people were still trying to figure out what was going on – not to mention trying to figure out what they should be thinking about it.
Mel knew it was time to get out of there, but he was finally starting to react more normally now. Maybe she should have been more forceful all along. Another little idea slipped into her brain. It was nasty, but… “Sissy! Since it took you so long to show me your diaper… and I had to tell you twice... take your skirt off!”
Chad looked up from the floor to stare at Mel in horror. Take his skirt off? Here? Now?
“You heard me. Take it off! Right now!” Seeing him hesitate, she added, “Get it off now or you’ll be even sorrier later!”
His face full of shock and shame, he couldn’t tear his eyes off of Mel as he slowly started removing his skirt, not just lifting it up to show everybody the diaper he was wearing under it, but removing it completely, putting his soaked diaper fully on display. The bright red top he was wearing only covered the very top of his diaper. Everybody could clearly see the entire thing now.
Mel reached out and took his skirt from him so he would have nothing to hide behind. As she did so, she noticed that it looked like he was no longer thinking about his problems from earlier. He now had other things to worry about instead. Good! She was making progress with him. “Now get those shoes off quickly and put your other ones back on. We need to get you home soon. You need another baby bottle to drink!”
Chad heard a few more sounds of astonishment from a few of the people still watching them. He sat down and did his best to change back to his old shoes quickly. He just wanted out of there! And then a miserable thought crept into his brain. The lousy suppository she had put up inside of him earlier hadn’t done anything yet, which meant that it was probably due to explode fairly soon. He was just glad it hadn’t already! He had even more of a reason to hurry now. Could he make it home before it did? He truly hoped so!
Chad had to carry his shoe box and his new clutch purse all the way back through the store to the checkout counters where the previous saleswoman had left their dresses for them. As they walked through what seemed like the entire store, he was very aware of his diaper being on display… it was really all he could think about! The things he held in his hands did nothing to cover or hide it. If he held them down in front of him, as he did most of the time, then the back was still on display – and he doubted that the shoe box really hid much anyway.
There were two checkout counters operating when they got there. Chad saw where their dresses were hung up and followed Mel, joining the short line there. He kept looking around as they waited, looking to see how many people were looking at him. Some! Most of whom kept staring at him totally shocked. In fact, it seemed like the only person who wasn’t staring at him was Mel, who was currently in front of him and was ignoring him.
Finally it was their turn to pay. Chad put his things on the counter along with the box that Mel had. Mel still had his skirt draped over her arm as she told the woman that the dresses hanging up were for them too.
The woman got the dresses and rang up the sale on them, then on the two boxes of shoes and Chad’s clutch purse. Then she noticed the skirt still draped over Mel’s arm. “How about that?” she asked.
“Oh, not this,” Mel told her. “This is hers,” she said, glancing back at Sissy. “She lost it a few minutes ago.”
The saleswoman glanced back at sissy and for the first time noticed what he was wearing under his red top. Partially hidden behind the counter, she hadn’t noticed before. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide in surprise. She stared for a moment before trying to collect herself and finished ringing up the sale.
Mel paid for everything and grabbed the dresses to carry, leaving everything else for Chad. As Chad picked up the bag with the shoes and his purse, he was very much aware that everyone was still looking at him. Why couldn’t Mel have let him carry the dresses? Then he would at least have something to help hide his diaper… well, partially anyway. It was hard to cover it all the way around, but even partially would help in this case. He was so glad to get back into her car again and out of sight!
Chad got lucky – sort of. The suppository didn’t hit him till he had gotten out of her car back at the apartment project and he had started to climb the stairs. With one arm holding up all the new dresses and his other arm carrying the large bag full of the other things they had bought, he had one foot on one step and his other foot on the step above, when he suddenly felt his insides erupting. He couldn’t move. He didn’t dare move. His exposed diaper was soaked to the point where it was almost leaking, and now it was filling to overflowing from the back too. Yuck!
Mel had gone ahead of him up the stairs, leaving him to carry everything up for her. As she reached her door, she noticed that he had stopped on the stairs and wasn’t moving. She looked over the balcony and saw the expression on his face… and a tiny bit of movement in the back of his still diaper. She laughed as she walked closer to see him better as he continued to mess himself uncontrollably right there on the stairs in front of her.
Chad felt a tiny bit of a tickle suddenly creeping down one leg, then another one from his other leg. The added mess in his diaper had forced him to start leaking. By the time he was finished messing himself, he was seriously leaking! And all Mel did was to look down at him from up above and laugh! Once it was over – he hoped – he finally chanced moving again, but very slowly and carefully. He didn’t want any of the mess in his diaper to escape. Very gingerly he made his way up the stairs, all the way to the top where Mel waited for him.
Mel was still laughing a bit, but the moment he got close to her she noticed something awful – the smell! With nothing but the one diaper on, there was nothing to hide the smell at all. “Pew!” she said. “You stink!”
Chad said nothing. What was there to say? Slowly, he began heading toward her apartment.
Mel walked alongside him for a moment till they reached his apartment. “Wait a minute,” she said as she grabbed her keys. She unlocked his door. “Go get cleaned up here,” she said as she grabbed the dresses and other things from him. “Then come back to my place when you’re ready. Wear your uniform. And don’t forget to phone me as you’re putting your next diaper on!”
Chad was actually glad. The best way to get cleaned up now was in the shower. And a fresh diaper was sounding awfully good!
As soon as Chad had changed, Mel took him back to Sandy’s apartment where she had him get his highchair and diaper bag and carry them back to her apartment again. Then, all afternoon, she kept him as busy as possible with laundry and cleaning. She did her best to keep him extra busy, never letting him stop so he wouldn’t have a chance to think too much because she didn’t want him thinking about what she had done with Robin earlier.
Over an over again she ordered him to show her his diaper – not only because she wanted to drill it into him better, but it was another way to keep his mind occupied on other things. Sometimes he was quick enough, but more often he wasn’t. Since he really had no idea of how fast she wanted it done, she decided he needed a goal to strive for. She quickly decided on something that would be very difficult for him, but was also pretty much what she wanted all along. “Here’s how it’s going to work,” she told him. “From now on, when I tell you to show me your diaper, you’ve got exactly two seconds to get that skirt up high. Anything over two seconds is going to earn you an immediate punishment!” To emphasize her point, she grabbed her yardstick. “Show me your diaper!”
As quickly as he could, Chad grabbed his skirt and pulled it up.
“Not fast enough Sissy!” Mel came over and immediately slapped him on the leg with her stick. “I started counting as soon as I finished saying it, and I got to three before you got your skirt up. Next time, do better! Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress,” Chad replied in his sissy voice. But suddenly Mel was back hitting him with her stick again!
“Curtsey when you say anything!” she ordered.
Fear was now the only thing that Chad was feeling. He curtseyed again as he repeated “Yes Mistress.” His eyes never once leaving the stick in her hand.
“That’s better,” Mel replied as she turned her back on him so he could get back to the laundry.
Chad grabbed his baby bottle and took another long drink – this time, more to calm his nerves than for the liquid it contained. She was getting really serious today! He was getting hit for almost no reason at all – frequently! The result was that he was constantly on edge, worrying about whatever she would demand next.
All afternoon and into the evening Mel kept her stick either nearby or actually in her hand, forcing him to start curtseying every time he opened his mouth. That part at least he seemed to pick up on quickly. And after a little while he was curtseying for no reason at all – which she loved! He had more difficulty though every time he had to raise his skirt to show his diaper. Two seconds wasn’t very much time, but she wanted him to get to where he wouldn’t be able to think about anything but doing it quickly – no matter what the situation. He was getting there, but the going was still slow. But since she wanted to make sure he had other things to occupy his mind than worrying about Robin, maybe that was a good thing.
One thing that he didn’t seem to have any more problem with today, was getting his diaper to leak on time. It was often very close, but she never had to punish him even once for it. Of course, she made sure he never stopped drinking his bottles either – which resulted in her realizing that she was going to have to make a lot more tea tomorrow. Well, that was no problem.
Later that evening, before she sent him home for the night. She removed his chastity device and cleaned it thoroughly. According to her schedule, she usually did that on Sunday night, but since they had dates for then she got it out of the way now. Then, before she pinned him into four huge cloth diapers for the night, she shoved another suppository up inside of him. She had faked it earlier and he had still messed himself uncontrollably later. The question that would be looming soon was… what would happen when she started leaving even more of them out. That situation was fast approaching.
With one more apology from her for what she had done with Robin earlier, she sent him home for the night. If he wanted to cry over it anymore, then he could do it there, before he fell asleep. Tomorrow would be another day. Another day when she would have to keep him busy again.
And tomorrow night… their date! She thought again about Ray and Derek. Both were unusually handsome. But there was something about Ray that turned her stomach a bit. She knew that it was just her reaction to what kind of man he really was. And then there was Derek. Sissy’s date – and friend. Seemingly the perfect man. Sissy didn’t want to be dating - or kissing – his friend. If he had to – which he really had no choice about – he’d rather be out with Ray for that. Ray wasn’t as close a friend to him like Derek was. Ray wouldn’t make him feel like he was violating their friendship. And her? She would rather be with Derek just because… well, just because he seemed so perfect.
They were both going with the wrong guy. The luck of the cards. Oh well. Darn!
Late that night… later than usual… Mel crept into his apartment like she always did. She peeked into his room. As usual, he was sound asleep. It was amazing how soundly the guy slept! Softly, she approached him and looked down on him. He was laying on his back this time. The pacifier in his mouth seemed so out of place somehow, yet she loved seeing it there. He always sucked on it now while he slept. She counted three empty baby bottles on the floor nearby. Just as there should be!
Quietly, she went out to his kitchen and left him his note for tomorrow. On a whim, she opened his refrigerator and grabbed one of the baby bottles full of her tea out of it. It was cool now, but not overly so. She went back to his bedroom. Did she dare try this? Why not?
She had to move the empty bottles out of her way so she could sit down on the floor next to him. Carefully, she reached over and pulled ever so slightly on his pacifier. It was firmly rooted in his mouth. She kept pulling till all of a sudden it popped out. He stirred unhappily and she saw his mouth moving to find it. His arm started moving now too to find the lost pacifier. Quickly she inserted the full baby bottle into his mouth and she actually felt him sucking the nipple in. His arm went back to where it was before and his face looked relaxed again. She almost giggled out loud. He was doing it again… drinking from a baby bottle while he was still asleep. Amazing!
He didn’t seem to drink as quickly in his sleep as he did when he was awake. She had to switch arms holding the bottle for him when she got tired. Last night, he had been laying on his side instead of his back so she could prop it up for him. But tonight was different. And tonight she was kind of getting a real kick out of doing this. She briefly wondered what he thought about it, but then she wasn’t sure he even realized what had happened last night. Would he realize it tomorrow morning when he saw the extra bottle?
When at last the bottle was empty, he still continued to suck on it, but she wasn’t the least surprised by that… the guy did suck on a pacifier all night. She held his pacifier ready in one hand while she pulled the bottle out of his mouth with the other. The moment the bottle was free, she inserted his pacifier again. He continued to sleep soundly. Whew!
She quietly got to her feet and left the empty bottle with the others. She checked to make sure the alarm on his clock was set for the time she wanted it to be and she also checked to make sure the volume control was turned all the way up.
She looked down on him one more time. She had done wrong today, very wrong. But that couldn’t be helped now. Somehow, she would have to fix things. She just didn’t know how yet. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. She envied him that. She didn’t sleep nearly as soundly every night as he did.
“Goodnight baby. Sleep tight.”
by Karen Singer
Chapter 43 (Saturday – week 6 Part 8 of 8)
As Chad walked slowly up and down the rows of shoes, he didn’t really know what he was looking for, or if he really cared. He had plenty of shoes… but he liked shoes. Especially heels. Mel was looking at a pair of wild leopard print pumps and had told him to just go searching for whatever he liked. So… he was looking. The problem was, he liked everything he saw.
He came to the spot where a few weeks ago his diaper had leaked so badly that it had puddled on the floor. It made him think about his diaper now. It was certainly starting to feel awfully wet. But how long had it been now since Mel had put it on him? How long was left till it had to be leaking? He was fairly sure that he still had a little while to go, but he couldn’t have too much longer. But since he wasn’t wearing his watch today he had no way of knowing. In fact, the only jewelry he had on were the pink studs he had put in his ears earlier this morning.
He suddenly realized he was peeing again. Geez. There had been no warning again that he was going to do it. And again, he hadn’t realized it till it was already happening. He had to get with it! It would be no good at all if he didn’t even know when it was happening. He hadn’t even had anything to drink now in a while – not since they had left her apartment. Not knowing he was peeing wasn’t going to help him win this bet!
He realized too that his state of mind was such that it wouldn’t help him at all either. He was so upset over what Mel had done, that he barely cared – about anything. But how could he feel anything but depressed right now? All he could think about was Robin telling everybody else and what would happen on Monday. No matter what, it wouldn’t be good – that much he knew for a fact. Basically, the thought scared him… more than a little.
“Find anything?” Mel asked as she walked up.
Chad just shrugged again. “Not really,” he replied dully. He noticed that she was now holding a closed shoe box in her hands. Was she really going to wear those wild shoes? He didn’t think he had that much courage. What would they go with?
Mel was starting to get fed up with his depressed attitude. Yes, she knew he was depressed. Yes, she agreed that he probably should be depressed. And yes, she knew it was all her fault. But he needed to get with it a little more than he had been. She had been trying to be nice to him. He had shown a few signs of life, but they were very few. She was beginning to tire of his whole not caring attitude. “Can’t you even try to act a little better?” she asked, her voice containing more than a hint of the anger she was starting to feel. “Show some enthusiasm?”
Chad didn’t know what to say. He knew he wasn’t behaving… properly. But to tell the truth, he just didn’t feel like it. It was hard to feel enthusiastic about much when your whole life was in the process of being ruined. Not to mention that the very person who had caused the problem in the first place was the one who was asking the question – Mel. But what was he supposed to say to her? Finally he sighed. “I’m trying,” was all he was able to get out. And saying it in his sissy voice was somewhat difficult.
“Well try harder!” Mel replied. She tried to smile again as she looked down the rack of shoes. “Hey, now that pair would go great with your new dress!”
“But I’ve got shoes that will work,” Chad protested.
“So? I thought you liked new shoes.”
“I do but…” But the truth was, that he did like them. He shrugged again. “I guess I do like them,” he replied sheepishly.
Mel wasn’t sure if he was starting to come around or not. “So what do you think about those?” she asked as she pointed the pair out again.
The shoes were a pair of black patent sandals with a high, thin, elegant heel. The straps on top of the toes were decorated with black patent bows. Chad realized that they were really nice – and would go very well with not only his dress but the new clutch bag as well. “They would go well,” he agreed as he picked one up to look at it.
“Go find a salesman and get him to bring you some to try on.”
It was as if her words were there to make his decisions for him. Instead of answering, he simply turned and went in search of someone to help him.
Mel watched him turn and leave. His attitude was starting to get under her skin more and more. He was trying, but not hard enough. She had tried being nice to him, but maybe what he needed was some additional – prodding – of a different sort.
Chad found a saleswoman fairly easily – for once. He had dealt with this one in the past and he was sure she recognized him. She didn’t even bat an eye as she looked at the shoe he wanted and went in search of a box. She was back fairly quickly with it and just handed it to him. Chad carried the box back to Mel before trying them on. They fit perfectly. He was quick to notice though that the heel was about as high as on his pink patent heels, only styled to look a bit thinner. He took a few steps in them, then just nodded toward Mel. “They’re good,” he said with little enthusiasm.
“They look great!” Mel declared, watching him carefully. No facial reaction. It was time to get more forceful! “Show me your diaper!” she ordered quickly.
Chad was so startled by her sudden command that he couldn’t react right away. Her sudden command on top of his depression and non-caring attitude caused him to totally freeze up and just stare at her in surprise.
Mel saw the total shock on his face. It was the most emotion he had shown since they had left the house earlier. Finally, she was reaching him. She put a determined angry look on her face and repeated her command more forcefully. “Show me your diaper! Now!”
It still took Chad a moment to react. The angry look on Mel’s face seemed to be the final push he needed to force him into motion. Fear of reprisal if he didn’t react quickly seemed to reach his subconscious. Without giving any other thought to where they were or who might be around, he reached down and grabbed his skirt and quickly pulled it up as high as he could, showing off how soaking wet his diaper was.
“Aahh!”
The sudden shocked gasp from another woman customer turned Mel’s head. She hadn’t bothered to speak softly at all when she gave Chad his command. Now her loud voice had attracted the attention of several other customers who were quickly coming over to see what was going on. Oh well, it was too late now. Besides, she was more concerned with snapping Chad out of his fog and getting him back on the straight and narrow again. She took the time to notice that his diaper was getting awfully wet – but it wasn’t leaking yet.
Chad stood there with his skirt pulled up high. The sudden little scream from one of the other customers actually scared him a little – especially because it let him know that they were no longer alone. And Mel was now just making him stand there – fully on display! Talk about humiliating!
Mel noticed that nobody seemed to be complaining – yet. They were all probably too shocked. There were about four or five other people around – that she could see. Well, since nobody was voicing any arguments yet… “Sissy! Turn around slowly and show everybody how wet you are!”
Chad wanted to die! He couldn’t believe she would do such a thing! But she just had! Since everybody could already somewhat see him, there was no use trying to argue or not do it – as if he had a choice anyway. He slowly began turning around, feeling his face getting redder and redder the further he went. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. But then, hadn’t she made him do something similar in the grocery store once? By the time he was back to facing Mel again, he noticed there was a hint of tears in his eyes from the humiliation.
“Okay Sissy. You can drop your skirt now.”
Chad pulled his skirt back down, but pulling it down gave him nothing to hide behind anymore – as if it really mattered. Now there was nothing in the way of him seeing how many people were around. More than he wanted, that was for sure! He didn’t want to look at any of them so he stared at the floor.
“Your time is running out to get that thing leaking,” Mel told him, making no pretense to lower her voice. “You better get busy.”
Chad barely nodded as he continued to stare at the floor.
“Answer me properly!”
Chad was horrified again. Why had she suddenly gotten so angry? Hating doing it in front of the people, he dropped a curtsey and said in his sissy voice, “I’m still trying, Mistress.” He heard only a tiny chuckle from one or two. The rest of the people were still trying to figure out what was going on – not to mention trying to figure out what they should be thinking about it.
Mel knew it was time to get out of there, but he was finally starting to react more normally now. Maybe she should have been more forceful all along. Another little idea slipped into her brain. It was nasty, but… “Sissy! Since it took you so long to show me your diaper… and I had to tell you twice... take your skirt off!”
Chad looked up from the floor to stare at Mel in horror. Take his skirt off? Here? Now?
“You heard me. Take it off! Right now!” Seeing him hesitate, she added, “Get it off now or you’ll be even sorrier later!”
His face full of shock and shame, he couldn’t tear his eyes off of Mel as he slowly started removing his skirt, not just lifting it up to show everybody the diaper he was wearing under it, but removing it completely, putting his soaked diaper fully on display. The bright red top he was wearing only covered the very top of his diaper. Everybody could clearly see the entire thing now.
Mel reached out and took his skirt from him so he would have nothing to hide behind. As she did so, she noticed that it looked like he was no longer thinking about his problems from earlier. He now had other things to worry about instead. Good! She was making progress with him. “Now get those shoes off quickly and put your other ones back on. We need to get you home soon. You need another baby bottle to drink!”
Chad heard a few more sounds of astonishment from a few of the people still watching them. He sat down and did his best to change back to his old shoes quickly. He just wanted out of there! And then a miserable thought crept into his brain. The lousy suppository she had put up inside of him earlier hadn’t done anything yet, which meant that it was probably due to explode fairly soon. He was just glad it hadn’t already! He had even more of a reason to hurry now. Could he make it home before it did? He truly hoped so!
Chad had to carry his shoe box and his new clutch purse all the way back through the store to the checkout counters where the previous saleswoman had left their dresses for them. As they walked through what seemed like the entire store, he was very aware of his diaper being on display… it was really all he could think about! The things he held in his hands did nothing to cover or hide it. If he held them down in front of him, as he did most of the time, then the back was still on display – and he doubted that the shoe box really hid much anyway.
There were two checkout counters operating when they got there. Chad saw where their dresses were hung up and followed Mel, joining the short line there. He kept looking around as they waited, looking to see how many people were looking at him. Some! Most of whom kept staring at him totally shocked. In fact, it seemed like the only person who wasn’t staring at him was Mel, who was currently in front of him and was ignoring him.
Finally it was their turn to pay. Chad put his things on the counter along with the box that Mel had. Mel still had his skirt draped over her arm as she told the woman that the dresses hanging up were for them too.
The woman got the dresses and rang up the sale on them, then on the two boxes of shoes and Chad’s clutch purse. Then she noticed the skirt still draped over Mel’s arm. “How about that?” she asked.
“Oh, not this,” Mel told her. “This is hers,” she said, glancing back at Sissy. “She lost it a few minutes ago.”
The saleswoman glanced back at sissy and for the first time noticed what he was wearing under his red top. Partially hidden behind the counter, she hadn’t noticed before. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide in surprise. She stared for a moment before trying to collect herself and finished ringing up the sale.
Mel paid for everything and grabbed the dresses to carry, leaving everything else for Chad. As Chad picked up the bag with the shoes and his purse, he was very much aware that everyone was still looking at him. Why couldn’t Mel have let him carry the dresses? Then he would at least have something to help hide his diaper… well, partially anyway. It was hard to cover it all the way around, but even partially would help in this case. He was so glad to get back into her car again and out of sight!
Chad got lucky – sort of. The suppository didn’t hit him till he had gotten out of her car back at the apartment project and he had started to climb the stairs. With one arm holding up all the new dresses and his other arm carrying the large bag full of the other things they had bought, he had one foot on one step and his other foot on the step above, when he suddenly felt his insides erupting. He couldn’t move. He didn’t dare move. His exposed diaper was soaked to the point where it was almost leaking, and now it was filling to overflowing from the back too. Yuck!
Mel had gone ahead of him up the stairs, leaving him to carry everything up for her. As she reached her door, she noticed that he had stopped on the stairs and wasn’t moving. She looked over the balcony and saw the expression on his face… and a tiny bit of movement in the back of his still diaper. She laughed as she walked closer to see him better as he continued to mess himself uncontrollably right there on the stairs in front of her.
Chad felt a tiny bit of a tickle suddenly creeping down one leg, then another one from his other leg. The added mess in his diaper had forced him to start leaking. By the time he was finished messing himself, he was seriously leaking! And all Mel did was to look down at him from up above and laugh! Once it was over – he hoped – he finally chanced moving again, but very slowly and carefully. He didn’t want any of the mess in his diaper to escape. Very gingerly he made his way up the stairs, all the way to the top where Mel waited for him.
Mel was still laughing a bit, but the moment he got close to her she noticed something awful – the smell! With nothing but the one diaper on, there was nothing to hide the smell at all. “Pew!” she said. “You stink!”
Chad said nothing. What was there to say? Slowly, he began heading toward her apartment.
Mel walked alongside him for a moment till they reached his apartment. “Wait a minute,” she said as she grabbed her keys. She unlocked his door. “Go get cleaned up here,” she said as she grabbed the dresses and other things from him. “Then come back to my place when you’re ready. Wear your uniform. And don’t forget to phone me as you’re putting your next diaper on!”
Chad was actually glad. The best way to get cleaned up now was in the shower. And a fresh diaper was sounding awfully good!
As soon as Chad had changed, Mel took him back to Sandy’s apartment where she had him get his highchair and diaper bag and carry them back to her apartment again. Then, all afternoon, she kept him as busy as possible with laundry and cleaning. She did her best to keep him extra busy, never letting him stop so he wouldn’t have a chance to think too much because she didn’t want him thinking about what she had done with Robin earlier.
Over an over again she ordered him to show her his diaper – not only because she wanted to drill it into him better, but it was another way to keep his mind occupied on other things. Sometimes he was quick enough, but more often he wasn’t. Since he really had no idea of how fast she wanted it done, she decided he needed a goal to strive for. She quickly decided on something that would be very difficult for him, but was also pretty much what she wanted all along. “Here’s how it’s going to work,” she told him. “From now on, when I tell you to show me your diaper, you’ve got exactly two seconds to get that skirt up high. Anything over two seconds is going to earn you an immediate punishment!” To emphasize her point, she grabbed her yardstick. “Show me your diaper!”
As quickly as he could, Chad grabbed his skirt and pulled it up.
“Not fast enough Sissy!” Mel came over and immediately slapped him on the leg with her stick. “I started counting as soon as I finished saying it, and I got to three before you got your skirt up. Next time, do better! Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress,” Chad replied in his sissy voice. But suddenly Mel was back hitting him with her stick again!
“Curtsey when you say anything!” she ordered.
Fear was now the only thing that Chad was feeling. He curtseyed again as he repeated “Yes Mistress.” His eyes never once leaving the stick in her hand.
“That’s better,” Mel replied as she turned her back on him so he could get back to the laundry.
Chad grabbed his baby bottle and took another long drink – this time, more to calm his nerves than for the liquid it contained. She was getting really serious today! He was getting hit for almost no reason at all – frequently! The result was that he was constantly on edge, worrying about whatever she would demand next.
All afternoon and into the evening Mel kept her stick either nearby or actually in her hand, forcing him to start curtseying every time he opened his mouth. That part at least he seemed to pick up on quickly. And after a little while he was curtseying for no reason at all – which she loved! He had more difficulty though every time he had to raise his skirt to show his diaper. Two seconds wasn’t very much time, but she wanted him to get to where he wouldn’t be able to think about anything but doing it quickly – no matter what the situation. He was getting there, but the going was still slow. But since she wanted to make sure he had other things to occupy his mind than worrying about Robin, maybe that was a good thing.
One thing that he didn’t seem to have any more problem with today, was getting his diaper to leak on time. It was often very close, but she never had to punish him even once for it. Of course, she made sure he never stopped drinking his bottles either – which resulted in her realizing that she was going to have to make a lot more tea tomorrow. Well, that was no problem.
Later that evening, before she sent him home for the night. She removed his chastity device and cleaned it thoroughly. According to her schedule, she usually did that on Sunday night, but since they had dates for then she got it out of the way now. Then, before she pinned him into four huge cloth diapers for the night, she shoved another suppository up inside of him. She had faked it earlier and he had still messed himself uncontrollably later. The question that would be looming soon was… what would happen when she started leaving even more of them out. That situation was fast approaching.
With one more apology from her for what she had done with Robin earlier, she sent him home for the night. If he wanted to cry over it anymore, then he could do it there, before he fell asleep. Tomorrow would be another day. Another day when she would have to keep him busy again.
And tomorrow night… their date! She thought again about Ray and Derek. Both were unusually handsome. But there was something about Ray that turned her stomach a bit. She knew that it was just her reaction to what kind of man he really was. And then there was Derek. Sissy’s date – and friend. Seemingly the perfect man. Sissy didn’t want to be dating - or kissing – his friend. If he had to – which he really had no choice about – he’d rather be out with Ray for that. Ray wasn’t as close a friend to him like Derek was. Ray wouldn’t make him feel like he was violating their friendship. And her? She would rather be with Derek just because… well, just because he seemed so perfect.
They were both going with the wrong guy. The luck of the cards. Oh well. Darn!
Late that night… later than usual… Mel crept into his apartment like she always did. She peeked into his room. As usual, he was sound asleep. It was amazing how soundly the guy slept! Softly, she approached him and looked down on him. He was laying on his back this time. The pacifier in his mouth seemed so out of place somehow, yet she loved seeing it there. He always sucked on it now while he slept. She counted three empty baby bottles on the floor nearby. Just as there should be!
Quietly, she went out to his kitchen and left him his note for tomorrow. On a whim, she opened his refrigerator and grabbed one of the baby bottles full of her tea out of it. It was cool now, but not overly so. She went back to his bedroom. Did she dare try this? Why not?
She had to move the empty bottles out of her way so she could sit down on the floor next to him. Carefully, she reached over and pulled ever so slightly on his pacifier. It was firmly rooted in his mouth. She kept pulling till all of a sudden it popped out. He stirred unhappily and she saw his mouth moving to find it. His arm started moving now too to find the lost pacifier. Quickly she inserted the full baby bottle into his mouth and she actually felt him sucking the nipple in. His arm went back to where it was before and his face looked relaxed again. She almost giggled out loud. He was doing it again… drinking from a baby bottle while he was still asleep. Amazing!
He didn’t seem to drink as quickly in his sleep as he did when he was awake. She had to switch arms holding the bottle for him when she got tired. Last night, he had been laying on his side instead of his back so she could prop it up for him. But tonight was different. And tonight she was kind of getting a real kick out of doing this. She briefly wondered what he thought about it, but then she wasn’t sure he even realized what had happened last night. Would he realize it tomorrow morning when he saw the extra bottle?
When at last the bottle was empty, he still continued to suck on it, but she wasn’t the least surprised by that… the guy did suck on a pacifier all night. She held his pacifier ready in one hand while she pulled the bottle out of his mouth with the other. The moment the bottle was free, she inserted his pacifier again. He continued to sleep soundly. Whew!
She quietly got to her feet and left the empty bottle with the others. She checked to make sure the alarm on his clock was set for the time she wanted it to be and she also checked to make sure the volume control was turned all the way up.
She looked down on him one more time. She had done wrong today, very wrong. But that couldn’t be helped now. Somehow, she would have to fix things. She just didn’t know how yet. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. She envied him that. She didn’t sleep nearly as soundly every night as he did.
“Goodnight baby. Sleep tight.”
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
The Bet - Chapter 43 (Saturday – week 6 Part 7 of 8)
The Bet
by Karen Singer
Chapter 43 (Saturday – week 6 Part 7 of 8)
Before going back to Mel’s apartment, Chad washed his face and hands. He was a total mess from all the baby food that had coated him. His pillow was a total mess too since most of what was on his face was now transferred there. As he was drying his face, Mel walked in to his bathroom and handed him another baby bottle from the few that were still in his refrigerator – bottle number twelve for the day now. Was she trying to set a record or something?
Under her watchful eye, he removed the dress he was wearing. “What do you want me to wear,” he asked, finally speaking in his sissy voice. But even then, his voice was still full of the self–pity he felt.
But Mel was staring at him. She couldn’t get him dressed to go out yet. Not yet. She had forgotten something. She opened his closet door. “What do you want to wear?” she asked.
That was a bad question. Chad didn’t even want to think about all his men’s clothing that was now… who knew where. Certainly not in his apartment, that was for sure. “I don’t know,” he replied with no enthusiasm at all.
Mel started going through the clothes in his closet. Almost all skirts. He had a few pairs of slacks there but they wouldn’t be good for what was needed now. She briefly considered his zebra print dress, but decided against that too. Finally, she pulled a brightly patterned skirt out and looked at it. Just the thing! She chose a bright red top to go with it. She held them up for him to see. “Something colorful to brighten your mood,” she said lightly, trying to raise his spirits.
Chad looked at the outfit she had chosen for him and just shrugged. The way he felt just then, one thing was as good as another. He reached to take them from her, but she held onto them instead.
“We need to carry these back to my place. You can get dressed there.”
Chad just shrugged his shoulders again. He didn’t really care.
Mel could see that bringing him out of the funk he was in was going to be harder than she thought. Unfortunately, she completely understood why he felt that way and couldn’t blame him in the least. She tried to smile as she said, “Just grab your waist cincher and a bra to take with you and we’ll go back to my place.” While he was grabbing what he needed, she went back to his closet and grabbed a pair of strappy shoes for him to wear.
Chad pulled a fresh bra out of his cardboard dresser and found one of his waist cinchers. No girdle at least – which was both good and bad. It was good because he would be at least a little more comfortable. But it was also bad because it meant that she was going to keep him in only one diaper with a time limit to make it leak. He didn’t know how much over his latest limit he was now. He just hoped that Mel wouldn’t care for once.
“Drink some of your bottle,” Mel ordered before they left his apartment. “You need to keep peeing.”
Chad had felt himself peeing a few times since they had left Sandy’s apartment. But he had only barely noticed it. Other things had been more important and he peed so much now that there was no reason to take much more notice than he did. He put the bottle to his lips and took several long drinks before Mel was satisfied and led the way back to her place.
Mel went straight to her bedroom where she hung the clothes she had selected for him on the closet doorknob. She found the breast forms that needed to be glued back onto him and held them up. “Do I need to tie you up to do this?” she asked.
Chad stared at the breast forms. For some reason, they looked so much bigger in her hands today than usual. He could already feel the weight of them on his chest. He shook his head but didn’t answer any other way.
“Climb up on the bed then and let’s get this over with.”
Chad laid down on her bed while she coated the breasts with the glue and started it drying. It took a few minutes for it to get tacky enough, then she climbed up on top of him and carefully lined one of them up where she wanted it to go and pressed down on it, sealing it to him. “Hold this down while I do the other one,” she told him.
Chad put his hand on the breast that was once again glued to his chest and pushed down. The darn thing felt so damn real! He watched as Mel lined up the other one and pressed that into place as well. He automatically brought his other hand up to hold that in place too.
Mel smiled and climbed off of him. Hopefully the things would stay right where they were. They hadn’t failed yet! “Keep holding them and sit up,” she instructed as she found his bra.
A minute later, Chad slipped off of her bed, his bra now holding the newly glued breast forms in place to make sure the glue was completely dry and they wouldn’t fall off. As he took the first few steps away from her bed, he realized how normal it felt now to have them back again – more normal than without them. That thought sent a small shiver through his spine. And a small tingle elsewhere. He grabbed his waist cincher to start putting that on, but she stopped him before he even got started with it.
“Drink some more of your bottle,” she instructed. “You’re falling behind with it.”
Falling behind? He wasn’t exactly sure what she meant. Besides he had already finished more bottles today than usual. But he grabbed his bottle and took another long drink before he finally started fastening his waist cincher.
Mel went to her bathroom and grabbed another diaper for him while he was putting his waist cincher on. She brought it back to the bedroom and laid it out on the floor. Then she found one of the jars of suppositories she kept for him and set that out too. She saw him glance with disgust at the jar as he finished what he was doing. Good!
Baby bottle in hand, Chad laid down on the floor to get his diaper changed. He automatically put the bottle to his mouth as he felt her unfastening his diaper – that was very wet but hadn’t leaked yet. She had made no mention of it leaking – fortunately. He felt her grabbing his legs and pushing them up so she could get at his backside with her stupid suppository. Even today… even after what she had done to him earlier… even when he was feeling more depressed than he had ever felt in his life, she wouldn’t let him go without one. Damn her!
Mel shoved his legs up high and reached into the jar, but she only pretended to pull one of the suppositories out. Just as she only pretended to put it up inside of him. She could tell by watching him that he didn’t know the difference – which was just what she hoped. Finished, she gently let his legs back down and tightly fastened the fresh diaper around him. “There,” she said sounding somewhat satisfied. “You’re all set,” she glanced at the clock on her nightstand. “An hour and forty-five minutes, Sissy. Better keep drinking that thing.”
Chad didn’t have to be told. In fact, the moment she had said it, he felt himself releasing a tiny bit of pee. That seemed to be the way it was going with him today. A tiny bit at a time, but it happened every few minutes – as far as he knew. At times he had been too busy to notice it today. Instead of getting up to get dressed, he laid right where he was and sucked on the bottle for a few minutes. Fortunately, Mel didn’t seem to mind. And the bottle? Well, he was kind of enjoying sucking on it today. It felt good – despite Mel’s lousy tea that he was drinking from it.
The store that Mel took him to was the same one where he had bought most of his clothes – most of his new clothes that is – his female clothes. He and Mel walked side by side like old friends as they headed back to the dress section. Since they had left the house, he had said almost nothing and mostly listened to Mel’s light-hearted comments. He knew she was trying to bring him out of his depressed state, but it wasn’t working very well. How can you feel anything but depressed when your entire life was about to be over and everyone in the world was going to know your deepest, most horrid secrets?
“What kind of dresses do you think they’ll like?” Mel asked as they reached the dress section.”
“I don’t know,” Chad replied. “I never thought about it.”
“Well, do you think Ray would like me better in something really short or something really low cut? How about color, do you know if he’s partial to any in particular?”
Chad was surprised to realize that she was talking about a dress for her, not what he would be wearing for Derek. “If I know Ray, it doesn’t matter what you’re wearing. You could be wearing… a plastic bag and he’d be interested.”
Mel giggled, but from what little she had seen of Ray so far, she knew he was right. “How about Derek? What do you think he’ll like?”
Derek! That was the problem. He had to go out on a date with his best friend. “Not what I wore to the poker game!”
Mel giggled again. “I don’t know. He might!”
“Can I help you find something?”
Mel turned around to see the saleswoman who had helped them so many times in the past. She smiled. “We have dates!”
The saleswoman looked shocked as she stared briefly at Sissy. But she recovered quickly. “I see. What did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know,” Mel replied. “Something really…” An image of Derek came to her mind instead of Ray. “Nice!” she finished. “For both of us.”
The saleswoman just nodded. “Shall we take care of your… maid first?”
Chad was surprised that she had referred to him that way. He wasn’t even wearing his maid’s uniform today… although he had in the past.
The saleswoman led them over to several other racks where she kept glancing back and forth between Sissy and the clothes. She pulled several dresses out and held them up asking each time what they thought about them. Mel seemed to like most of her suggestions and Chad wound up holding more and more dresses as they kept looking. Finally, the saleswoman decided that they had found enough. “Would you like to try some of those on now and see if any are good enough?” she suggested.
Chad carried half a dozen dresses into the changing room. He was going to be trying on dresses again – in the store. The thought didn’t bring as much humiliation to him as it used to. Maybe because of the depression he still felt. It felt more like he was only going through the motions as he took his clothes off and took the first dress off of the hanger. It was a bright sky blue dress with a full skirt and a fancy gathering right in the middle under the breasts with a blue and white rhinestone decoration on top of it. He slipped the dress on. The material felt somewhat thick, but at the same time, very soft and light. Once zipped, it felt very comfortable. He allowed himself to feel pleasure despite how depressed he still was. He looked at himself in the mirror in the changing room. What he saw, he liked - surprisingly. Maybe Mel would let him buy it if she decided on one of the other dresses instead. Plucking up his courage – less than he needed previous times, he stepped out to show them.
Mel and the saleswoman were chatting while they waited for him to come out. When he did finally show, they both stared at him with some surprise. The blue dress was fairly low cut, but the design didn’t seem to show any of his bra – so his breast forms wouldn’t be a problem. The gathering below his breasts was set off with a pretty rhinestone decoration that nicely accented the design as it tapered down to his slim waist. And the full knee-length skirt hid any evidence of the diapers he would be wearing underneath. But most of all… it looked good on him! Really good!
“Oh my!” the saleswoman exclaimed softly. “He’s certainly come a long way since you first started bringing him in. Hasn’t he.”
Mel nodded as she continued to take him in. “Don’t bother trying any more on,” she told him. “We’re buying that one!”
Chad was actually pleased. He liked the dress. It was… comfortable. But would Derek like him in it? He was shocked that he would even think such a thought!
Mel turned to the saleswoman. “We’ve got a real problem now, because I’m not leaving here till I have something that looks better than that!”
As quickly as Chad’s dress shopping was over with, Mel’s shopping seemed to drag on that much longer as she looked at dress after dress. Chad held several in his hands for her as they searched for others, only to have some of them taken away to be replaced by still more. Three times she went into the dressing rooms with a number of dresses, most of which she discarded as not good enough.
As he waited, Chad caught himself peeing several times – barely. Mostly, he was only just aware of it as he was finishing. He was still amazed that it could happen that way. Actually, he figured he was mostly catching himself doing it only because he wasn’t doing much of anything else – except waiting – and holding dresses.
Finally, Mel decided on three to take home with her. She would choose which one to wear for the date when the time came. The rest… well, she supposed she might be able to wear them to the office – maybe, but it was doubtful. They really weren’t the kind of thing to present a very professional image to clients – not her profession at least.
After Mel had selected her dresses, Chad hoped they would be going home, but Mel only looked at him with seeming surprise on her face. “We can’t go yet. You need a different purse to go with that dress. You can’t very well carry that thing with you tomorrow night!”
Chad looked down at his purse. He had been carrying it everywhere he went for quite a while now. It served his needs very well. But he supposed she was right that the dark red alligator pattern didn’t really go very well with his bright blue dress. While the saleswoman carried the dresses up to the registers to hold for them, they went in search of a new purse for him to carry.
Mel realized he was still mostly going through the motions with her. But he was responding – somewhat. She could tell that he at least liked the blue dress they had found for him, which was a good sign. It really was nice. She briefly wondered if it would fit her and if she could borrow it sometime. Then she realized that it was a stupid thought. She knew it would fit her… and if she wanted to wear it, then she could! He didn’t have any say in the matter at all – even now! But of course, for now, she needed to go a bit easier on him. The state his mind was in wasn’t the best, although she was beginning to tire of it.
Chad stared almost blankly at the colorful display of purses all around him. He was supposed to find one that would go with his dress for the date. But which one? He didn’t see any matching the sky blue color of his dress. The last time he had bought a purse, which was the only other time he had bought one, Mel had tried to get him to look at them and choose something practical. Well, he supposed he had a better idea now of what he needed. Something that would hold a lot of junk while still having some organization to it. He hated to think about it, but there was a lot of loose junk in his purse right now. Sometimes he had to fight past it to find anything. Of course, it was perfect for things like loose change. He grabbed one hanging on a hook and opened it to look inside. It was certainly big enough. In fact it was bigger than the one he was currently carrying. But did the brown leather go with his dress? Probably not. He put it back and continued to stare at the colorful display. But in his present state, picking something out was only barely interesting. He was having a hard time focusing on exactly what he would need.
Mel had seen him look at the larger purse – totally inappropriate for what was needed tomorrow night. The expression on his face still hadn’t changed much – it was mostly blank! She decided to step in and help. “Can I make a suggestion?” She saw him just shrug. Again, no real verbal response or even much of a sign that he cared. She had to break him out of it. He had shown signs of life, but very few. She walked further away from where they were to a shelf and picked up a black patent clutch purse. It looked perfect. “Here,” she said as she held it up for him. “This would go very well. What do you think?”
Chad took a closer look at the purse. A clutch actually, because there was no strap or handle of any kind. The black patent leather fabric was somehow pulled, creating wrinkles on the front that were gathered near one end. The top of the gathering was set off by a pretty white rhinestone decoration that looked like two leaves stuck back to back. It was… pretty. And he knew it would go very well with his dress. He took it from Mel for a closer look. It took him a moment to figure out how to open the thing. The clasp on top was very stiff but he finally got it. There were no compartments for organizing things inside and the whole thing seemed… small. “How am I supposed to fit my wallet in it?” he asked. “My cell phone too for that matter?” It’s awfully small.
“You don’t need your cell phone tomorrow night. Your wallet either. You can just throw your driver’s license and a little money in it. That and some makeup are all you’re going to need. And hopefully, just the makeup.”
Chad knew she was right. But would Derek actually pay for everything for him? He doubted it. Derek had no reason to. If he were a real woman – then maybe Derek would pay. In fact, he probably would! But not for him. Not for a… fake! But still, Mel was right. The clutch would go well with his dress, and who would know better about what was needed than a real woman. And there was no doubt that Mel was a real woman – real and a half! He nodded. “Okay,” he replied as he closed it and looked at the front again. It was kind of… pretty. And… very feminine. Something inside of him was pleased by that.
Mel noticed a spark of something in his eye as he looked at the clutch. A brief sign of life? She could only hope. “Good,” she said as she continued to watch him. “I think it’s pretty.”
Chad nodded. “Me too.” It was a bit hard to admit. “I like it.”
Mel smiled. Yes, he was definitely coming back to life. “Why don’t we go look at some shoes too,” she suggested.
Chad just shrugged. “Okay.” But there was a bit more life in his voice than before.
by Karen Singer
Chapter 43 (Saturday – week 6 Part 7 of 8)
Before going back to Mel’s apartment, Chad washed his face and hands. He was a total mess from all the baby food that had coated him. His pillow was a total mess too since most of what was on his face was now transferred there. As he was drying his face, Mel walked in to his bathroom and handed him another baby bottle from the few that were still in his refrigerator – bottle number twelve for the day now. Was she trying to set a record or something?
Under her watchful eye, he removed the dress he was wearing. “What do you want me to wear,” he asked, finally speaking in his sissy voice. But even then, his voice was still full of the self–pity he felt.
But Mel was staring at him. She couldn’t get him dressed to go out yet. Not yet. She had forgotten something. She opened his closet door. “What do you want to wear?” she asked.
That was a bad question. Chad didn’t even want to think about all his men’s clothing that was now… who knew where. Certainly not in his apartment, that was for sure. “I don’t know,” he replied with no enthusiasm at all.
Mel started going through the clothes in his closet. Almost all skirts. He had a few pairs of slacks there but they wouldn’t be good for what was needed now. She briefly considered his zebra print dress, but decided against that too. Finally, she pulled a brightly patterned skirt out and looked at it. Just the thing! She chose a bright red top to go with it. She held them up for him to see. “Something colorful to brighten your mood,” she said lightly, trying to raise his spirits.
Chad looked at the outfit she had chosen for him and just shrugged. The way he felt just then, one thing was as good as another. He reached to take them from her, but she held onto them instead.
“We need to carry these back to my place. You can get dressed there.”
Chad just shrugged his shoulders again. He didn’t really care.
Mel could see that bringing him out of the funk he was in was going to be harder than she thought. Unfortunately, she completely understood why he felt that way and couldn’t blame him in the least. She tried to smile as she said, “Just grab your waist cincher and a bra to take with you and we’ll go back to my place.” While he was grabbing what he needed, she went back to his closet and grabbed a pair of strappy shoes for him to wear.
Chad pulled a fresh bra out of his cardboard dresser and found one of his waist cinchers. No girdle at least – which was both good and bad. It was good because he would be at least a little more comfortable. But it was also bad because it meant that she was going to keep him in only one diaper with a time limit to make it leak. He didn’t know how much over his latest limit he was now. He just hoped that Mel wouldn’t care for once.
“Drink some of your bottle,” Mel ordered before they left his apartment. “You need to keep peeing.”
Chad had felt himself peeing a few times since they had left Sandy’s apartment. But he had only barely noticed it. Other things had been more important and he peed so much now that there was no reason to take much more notice than he did. He put the bottle to his lips and took several long drinks before Mel was satisfied and led the way back to her place.
Mel went straight to her bedroom where she hung the clothes she had selected for him on the closet doorknob. She found the breast forms that needed to be glued back onto him and held them up. “Do I need to tie you up to do this?” she asked.
Chad stared at the breast forms. For some reason, they looked so much bigger in her hands today than usual. He could already feel the weight of them on his chest. He shook his head but didn’t answer any other way.
“Climb up on the bed then and let’s get this over with.”
Chad laid down on her bed while she coated the breasts with the glue and started it drying. It took a few minutes for it to get tacky enough, then she climbed up on top of him and carefully lined one of them up where she wanted it to go and pressed down on it, sealing it to him. “Hold this down while I do the other one,” she told him.
Chad put his hand on the breast that was once again glued to his chest and pushed down. The darn thing felt so damn real! He watched as Mel lined up the other one and pressed that into place as well. He automatically brought his other hand up to hold that in place too.
Mel smiled and climbed off of him. Hopefully the things would stay right where they were. They hadn’t failed yet! “Keep holding them and sit up,” she instructed as she found his bra.
A minute later, Chad slipped off of her bed, his bra now holding the newly glued breast forms in place to make sure the glue was completely dry and they wouldn’t fall off. As he took the first few steps away from her bed, he realized how normal it felt now to have them back again – more normal than without them. That thought sent a small shiver through his spine. And a small tingle elsewhere. He grabbed his waist cincher to start putting that on, but she stopped him before he even got started with it.
“Drink some more of your bottle,” she instructed. “You’re falling behind with it.”
Falling behind? He wasn’t exactly sure what she meant. Besides he had already finished more bottles today than usual. But he grabbed his bottle and took another long drink before he finally started fastening his waist cincher.
Mel went to her bathroom and grabbed another diaper for him while he was putting his waist cincher on. She brought it back to the bedroom and laid it out on the floor. Then she found one of the jars of suppositories she kept for him and set that out too. She saw him glance with disgust at the jar as he finished what he was doing. Good!
Baby bottle in hand, Chad laid down on the floor to get his diaper changed. He automatically put the bottle to his mouth as he felt her unfastening his diaper – that was very wet but hadn’t leaked yet. She had made no mention of it leaking – fortunately. He felt her grabbing his legs and pushing them up so she could get at his backside with her stupid suppository. Even today… even after what she had done to him earlier… even when he was feeling more depressed than he had ever felt in his life, she wouldn’t let him go without one. Damn her!
Mel shoved his legs up high and reached into the jar, but she only pretended to pull one of the suppositories out. Just as she only pretended to put it up inside of him. She could tell by watching him that he didn’t know the difference – which was just what she hoped. Finished, she gently let his legs back down and tightly fastened the fresh diaper around him. “There,” she said sounding somewhat satisfied. “You’re all set,” she glanced at the clock on her nightstand. “An hour and forty-five minutes, Sissy. Better keep drinking that thing.”
Chad didn’t have to be told. In fact, the moment she had said it, he felt himself releasing a tiny bit of pee. That seemed to be the way it was going with him today. A tiny bit at a time, but it happened every few minutes – as far as he knew. At times he had been too busy to notice it today. Instead of getting up to get dressed, he laid right where he was and sucked on the bottle for a few minutes. Fortunately, Mel didn’t seem to mind. And the bottle? Well, he was kind of enjoying sucking on it today. It felt good – despite Mel’s lousy tea that he was drinking from it.
The store that Mel took him to was the same one where he had bought most of his clothes – most of his new clothes that is – his female clothes. He and Mel walked side by side like old friends as they headed back to the dress section. Since they had left the house, he had said almost nothing and mostly listened to Mel’s light-hearted comments. He knew she was trying to bring him out of his depressed state, but it wasn’t working very well. How can you feel anything but depressed when your entire life was about to be over and everyone in the world was going to know your deepest, most horrid secrets?
“What kind of dresses do you think they’ll like?” Mel asked as they reached the dress section.”
“I don’t know,” Chad replied. “I never thought about it.”
“Well, do you think Ray would like me better in something really short or something really low cut? How about color, do you know if he’s partial to any in particular?”
Chad was surprised to realize that she was talking about a dress for her, not what he would be wearing for Derek. “If I know Ray, it doesn’t matter what you’re wearing. You could be wearing… a plastic bag and he’d be interested.”
Mel giggled, but from what little she had seen of Ray so far, she knew he was right. “How about Derek? What do you think he’ll like?”
Derek! That was the problem. He had to go out on a date with his best friend. “Not what I wore to the poker game!”
Mel giggled again. “I don’t know. He might!”
“Can I help you find something?”
Mel turned around to see the saleswoman who had helped them so many times in the past. She smiled. “We have dates!”
The saleswoman looked shocked as she stared briefly at Sissy. But she recovered quickly. “I see. What did you have in mind?”
“I don’t know,” Mel replied. “Something really…” An image of Derek came to her mind instead of Ray. “Nice!” she finished. “For both of us.”
The saleswoman just nodded. “Shall we take care of your… maid first?”
Chad was surprised that she had referred to him that way. He wasn’t even wearing his maid’s uniform today… although he had in the past.
The saleswoman led them over to several other racks where she kept glancing back and forth between Sissy and the clothes. She pulled several dresses out and held them up asking each time what they thought about them. Mel seemed to like most of her suggestions and Chad wound up holding more and more dresses as they kept looking. Finally, the saleswoman decided that they had found enough. “Would you like to try some of those on now and see if any are good enough?” she suggested.
Chad carried half a dozen dresses into the changing room. He was going to be trying on dresses again – in the store. The thought didn’t bring as much humiliation to him as it used to. Maybe because of the depression he still felt. It felt more like he was only going through the motions as he took his clothes off and took the first dress off of the hanger. It was a bright sky blue dress with a full skirt and a fancy gathering right in the middle under the breasts with a blue and white rhinestone decoration on top of it. He slipped the dress on. The material felt somewhat thick, but at the same time, very soft and light. Once zipped, it felt very comfortable. He allowed himself to feel pleasure despite how depressed he still was. He looked at himself in the mirror in the changing room. What he saw, he liked - surprisingly. Maybe Mel would let him buy it if she decided on one of the other dresses instead. Plucking up his courage – less than he needed previous times, he stepped out to show them.
Mel and the saleswoman were chatting while they waited for him to come out. When he did finally show, they both stared at him with some surprise. The blue dress was fairly low cut, but the design didn’t seem to show any of his bra – so his breast forms wouldn’t be a problem. The gathering below his breasts was set off with a pretty rhinestone decoration that nicely accented the design as it tapered down to his slim waist. And the full knee-length skirt hid any evidence of the diapers he would be wearing underneath. But most of all… it looked good on him! Really good!
“Oh my!” the saleswoman exclaimed softly. “He’s certainly come a long way since you first started bringing him in. Hasn’t he.”
Mel nodded as she continued to take him in. “Don’t bother trying any more on,” she told him. “We’re buying that one!”
Chad was actually pleased. He liked the dress. It was… comfortable. But would Derek like him in it? He was shocked that he would even think such a thought!
Mel turned to the saleswoman. “We’ve got a real problem now, because I’m not leaving here till I have something that looks better than that!”
As quickly as Chad’s dress shopping was over with, Mel’s shopping seemed to drag on that much longer as she looked at dress after dress. Chad held several in his hands for her as they searched for others, only to have some of them taken away to be replaced by still more. Three times she went into the dressing rooms with a number of dresses, most of which she discarded as not good enough.
As he waited, Chad caught himself peeing several times – barely. Mostly, he was only just aware of it as he was finishing. He was still amazed that it could happen that way. Actually, he figured he was mostly catching himself doing it only because he wasn’t doing much of anything else – except waiting – and holding dresses.
Finally, Mel decided on three to take home with her. She would choose which one to wear for the date when the time came. The rest… well, she supposed she might be able to wear them to the office – maybe, but it was doubtful. They really weren’t the kind of thing to present a very professional image to clients – not her profession at least.
After Mel had selected her dresses, Chad hoped they would be going home, but Mel only looked at him with seeming surprise on her face. “We can’t go yet. You need a different purse to go with that dress. You can’t very well carry that thing with you tomorrow night!”
Chad looked down at his purse. He had been carrying it everywhere he went for quite a while now. It served his needs very well. But he supposed she was right that the dark red alligator pattern didn’t really go very well with his bright blue dress. While the saleswoman carried the dresses up to the registers to hold for them, they went in search of a new purse for him to carry.
Mel realized he was still mostly going through the motions with her. But he was responding – somewhat. She could tell that he at least liked the blue dress they had found for him, which was a good sign. It really was nice. She briefly wondered if it would fit her and if she could borrow it sometime. Then she realized that it was a stupid thought. She knew it would fit her… and if she wanted to wear it, then she could! He didn’t have any say in the matter at all – even now! But of course, for now, she needed to go a bit easier on him. The state his mind was in wasn’t the best, although she was beginning to tire of it.
Chad stared almost blankly at the colorful display of purses all around him. He was supposed to find one that would go with his dress for the date. But which one? He didn’t see any matching the sky blue color of his dress. The last time he had bought a purse, which was the only other time he had bought one, Mel had tried to get him to look at them and choose something practical. Well, he supposed he had a better idea now of what he needed. Something that would hold a lot of junk while still having some organization to it. He hated to think about it, but there was a lot of loose junk in his purse right now. Sometimes he had to fight past it to find anything. Of course, it was perfect for things like loose change. He grabbed one hanging on a hook and opened it to look inside. It was certainly big enough. In fact it was bigger than the one he was currently carrying. But did the brown leather go with his dress? Probably not. He put it back and continued to stare at the colorful display. But in his present state, picking something out was only barely interesting. He was having a hard time focusing on exactly what he would need.
Mel had seen him look at the larger purse – totally inappropriate for what was needed tomorrow night. The expression on his face still hadn’t changed much – it was mostly blank! She decided to step in and help. “Can I make a suggestion?” She saw him just shrug. Again, no real verbal response or even much of a sign that he cared. She had to break him out of it. He had shown signs of life, but very few. She walked further away from where they were to a shelf and picked up a black patent clutch purse. It looked perfect. “Here,” she said as she held it up for him. “This would go very well. What do you think?”
Chad took a closer look at the purse. A clutch actually, because there was no strap or handle of any kind. The black patent leather fabric was somehow pulled, creating wrinkles on the front that were gathered near one end. The top of the gathering was set off by a pretty white rhinestone decoration that looked like two leaves stuck back to back. It was… pretty. And he knew it would go very well with his dress. He took it from Mel for a closer look. It took him a moment to figure out how to open the thing. The clasp on top was very stiff but he finally got it. There were no compartments for organizing things inside and the whole thing seemed… small. “How am I supposed to fit my wallet in it?” he asked. “My cell phone too for that matter?” It’s awfully small.
“You don’t need your cell phone tomorrow night. Your wallet either. You can just throw your driver’s license and a little money in it. That and some makeup are all you’re going to need. And hopefully, just the makeup.”
Chad knew she was right. But would Derek actually pay for everything for him? He doubted it. Derek had no reason to. If he were a real woman – then maybe Derek would pay. In fact, he probably would! But not for him. Not for a… fake! But still, Mel was right. The clutch would go well with his dress, and who would know better about what was needed than a real woman. And there was no doubt that Mel was a real woman – real and a half! He nodded. “Okay,” he replied as he closed it and looked at the front again. It was kind of… pretty. And… very feminine. Something inside of him was pleased by that.
Mel noticed a spark of something in his eye as he looked at the clutch. A brief sign of life? She could only hope. “Good,” she said as she continued to watch him. “I think it’s pretty.”
Chad nodded. “Me too.” It was a bit hard to admit. “I like it.”
Mel smiled. Yes, he was definitely coming back to life. “Why don’t we go look at some shoes too,” she suggested.
Chad just shrugged. “Okay.” But there was a bit more life in his voice than before.
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