Part Four

The next few minutes were another blur of ‘logic.’

Not only was Chris outnumbered, but girls just had a way of explaining things and connecting points in a way that made it nearly impossible to undo layers stacked against him. He was already wearing panties, so there wasn’t a lot of harm in wearing them for a little while longer. And it clearly made Amy ‘feel better,’ so going along with it meant being a good cousin. Besides, boys shouldn’t be scared of wearing pink. And on, and on, and on.

To him, the same base problem hadn’t changed–the underwear was designed for girls, and he was a boy. End of story. But, despite trying to press the issue, he found himself caving pretty quickly. Apparently, he was agreeing to wear panties for the rest of the day. The only reason Chris didn’t argue even more was because he realized he could still get out of this by just sucking it up for a few minutes. Once they were done with gifts and everyone was doing their own thing, he could go change without telling anyone. While Amy and Chloe could pressure him to stay put at the moment, they definitely wouldn’t be able to make him change back once he was in his own underwear again.

Thankfully, there was just one present for the cousins to open for the belated swap, and he had already opened his ‘wrong gift’ from Amy. The rest of the gifts were fairly normal. He had gotten Amy some lawn game Chloe told him that she wanted, and the two girls had similar tastes; spring accessories, mostly in the other girl’s favorite color. Despite the simplicity of what Chris had picked out for Amy, his cousin made a point to gush over it. Still laying it on thick, apparently, for her mother’s benefit. The innocent younger cousin, happy about Chris’s different kinds of generosity after being allegedly upset a few minutes ago.

The moment everyone had opened their gifts, Chris leaped at the first opportunity to get up. Aunt Mary had stood up to start working on dinner, and Chris used it as an excuse to leave the room as well. “I should probably get a little homework done before dinner,” he said. It wasn’t totally a lie. Even though it was a long weekend, there were still a few professors who assigned work anyway. He would potentially follow through on the excuse, and get a head start on an assignment, but the top priority was taking off the embarrassing pink lace underneath his casual mesh shorts.

He half expected his sister or his cousin to call him out, but neither of them. Letting out a quiet sigh of relief as he turned the corner, he quickly made his way upstairs. Closing the bedroom door behind him, Chris made short work of pulling off his shorts and tossing them onto the bed for the moment. The girly underwear around his waist was even more pink than he remembered. No wonder Chloe was so amused when she gave him that wedgie.

Before he got the chance to grab a clean pair of underwear from his suitcase, however, Amy burst into the room without knocking. “Chrissy!” she exclaimed, “What are you doing?!” Despite the shock in her tone, she was smirking as she held up her camera to snap a picture. Three pictures, actually, as she had left the camera’s volume on to make an audible *CLICK* each time she snapped a shot.

“Amy!!” Without anything nearby to cover with, all he could do was cover to the best of his ability with his hands. It probably wouldn’t do much to help, as she must have taken at least one good shot before his reflexes kicked in. “Get out!”

“Umm, no.” Pocketing her phone, she placed a hand on her hip, “Are you changing? You literally just said you’d wear your panties all day.”

“They’re not mine.”

“When you wear something, they’re yours. And you didn’t answer the question!”

“Amy, seriously. Get out. And delete that shit.”

“Mom? Chloe? Chrissy said he HATED my gift,” Amy pouted. She dropped the sassy pose and put on her wide-eyed, innocent angel routine instead. It looked like she was about to cry. “He changed back and said he’d never wear such horrible underwear ever again.”

Chris was dumbfounded.

He had seen Amy put on a little show here and there around the adults to score a treat or two, or to avoid chores, but he had never witnessed something this blatantly manipulative. The girl was a fucking actress, and he knew right then and there that no explanation or argument at his disposal that could convince the others that she was faking it. As usual, his younger cousin was going to get her way.

“Fine,” Chris spat, rolling his eyes. Whatever he could do to make her think he actually didn’t care that much. And to get her out of his room when he was bottomless. “I won’t change. Happy?”

“I knew you liked them!” Amy giggled with the same amused smirk as before, letting her angel routine fade. She placed the hand back on her hip, looking up with a slightly more stern expression. “So. You’ll wear them all weekend?”

Christ just rolled his eyes again. Her games might work on everyone else, but not him. In fact, he was curious if he was the only one here who she showed her true colors to. Amy’s friends probably knew what she was really like, but none of her family members. “Yes,” he said, in a totally flat tone, not yet realizing she had shifted ‘all day’ to ‘all weekend.’

“Just ‘yes . . .?’”

“Seriously? Yes, I’ll keep wearing them.”

“Keep wearing what?”

Chris’s lips tightened at the knowing lilt in her voice. “Amy. Enough.”

“I want to hear you say it, Chrissy! Then I’ll leave you alone. Promise!” Amy gave a ‘genuine’ smile, holding up three fingers in a Girl Scout salute.

“Fine. I’ll wear panties all weekend.”

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