Part Eight

Chris did not, in fact, hop right to it.

When the bathroom door clicked closed behind his cousin, he awkwardly stood behind the shower curtain and weighed his options. Doing what Amy asked would be insane. The sight of his smooth legs was bad enough, but shaving the rest of his body? Unless he exclusively wore long sleeves for a few days, his hairless arms would probably go noticed by someone. And when Amy had told him to shave the rest of his body . . . She hadn’t meant his private area as well, had she? That would be too much.

Then there was her nonchalant insistence about the ‘girl voice.’ Amy was clearly having a blast leaning into the whole feminine thing now that she had manipulated Chris into panties, and it was starting to look like he was going to have to put on a bra as well unless he could get her to back off about that. All just to keep her from posting a few humiliating pictures.

He was really tempted to call her bluff. If it was just an image of him wearing panties, it would be one thing. He could always explain it away as a dare or an embarrassing prank, and just ride out the teasing that he’d no doubt have to endure from his friends if they saw it. The problem was, Amy was talking about framing it as if she caught him in the act, rather than it being something she set up herself. Being publicly called out on social media for trying on panties would be awkward enough, and that was before the layer that made it so much worse–being busted for wearing his cousin’s underwear would look so fucked up.

Even if he tried to explain the truth to anyone, would they believe him? How Amy had ‘accidentally’ gotten him panties as a belated Christmas present, that he had somehow been talked into putting them on, and that she managed to then get a picture of him wearing nothing but those panties? Out of context, it sounded ridiculous and highly implausible. Because very few people knew that she was a manipulative brat and that she actually could orchestrate something like that. Between his version (as in, the truth) and what she said her post would say, he already knew which one people would assume was the real story.

Chris wasn’t stupid. He knew that no matter what he did, she would still have the simple yet effective blackmail and the potential to make such a post even if he went along with the tasks she had left him with. At the same time, however, he didn’t really have a choice. Playing her game was the only way to stall and maybe give him a chance to eventually neutralize the threat. Or hope that she was ultimately bluffing, considering that she could only have her fun at his expense while the pictures remained private. Either way, he knew what he had to do.

Sighing to himself, he hung the small towel up on the rack just outside the shower, then turned the water back on. Stepping to the side for a moment as the stream warmed back up, he got back under the water when it was a good temperature again and begrudgingly reached for the shaving cream all over again. His arms weren’t quite as time intensive as his legs had been, as there was less surface area in general as well as the fact that he could remain standing throughout the whole process. His armpits, however, were more difficult and tedious. There was less to shave, but those hairs were longer and the area wasn’t as flat as his limbs.

All the while, he tried a few different girl voices as well. Quietly shifting his tone up and down, making sure he was never loud enough to be heard through the door, he eventually found a range that felt natural-ish while also not sounding too awkward. While he had been tempted to go over the top with a girly-girl voice like when Amy had put him on the spot, he was worried that his exaggerated compliance might end up backfiring if she was more amused than annoyed at the shrill falsetto. Instead, he aimed to be as boring as possible. Maybe Amy would back off if her little ‘Chrissy’ game didn’t end up being as fun as she expected.

As for his crotch, he decided to leave that as it was. While she clearly enjoyed the prospect of implying his incestuous impulses to the world, he doubted she was interested in enforcing anything where his privates were involved. That, and he had literally just shaved everything else below his neck and was about to talk like a girl to Amy when she returned. He was doing plenty for her, all for the ‘reward’ of keeping the status quo in his life.

About ten seconds after he turned off the water again and started drying off with the painfully small towel, he heard a knock on the door. “All done, Chrissy?” Amy asked, letting herself in without waiting for a response. She was lucky he was still behind the shower curtain.

Now was the moment of truth. He could still bail on the altered voice and talk like himself. Except after shaving far more than he had initially bargained for, he didn’t want it to all be for nothing. Amy would definitely take any technicality she could pounce on. The only way to properly stall without making things worse for himself in the meantime was to do exactly what she had already asked of him. “Still drying off,” he said. The feminine voice came out just like he had practiced, although doing it for Amy obviously wasn’t the same as when he had been alone. Before she could even react, he felt the heat rising to his cheeks.

Absurd and humiliating as it was, it was the price he had decided to pay. In order to keep his dignity in public, he had to give up a decent amount of it in front of his cousin.

Rather than giggling or taunting him, she acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. “Pass me the towel when you’re finished with it,” she simply said, “Don’t worry, I’ve got something for you to wear.”

He didn’t like the sound of that. He also almost would have preferred for her to tease him about the voice, as it was actually more embarrassing for her to pretend like this was a normal situation. For the time being, he decided not to engage. Patting himself dry didn’t require speaking. Aside from not wanting to talk like a girl for the obvious reason, he also wouldn’t put it past Amy to record their conversation from the other side of the curtain.

There was no sense dragging out the process, however. He assumed that Amy was going to hand him panties to start with, which he would have to put on. Not just because she wanted him to, but also because the alternative would be staying naked. The hand towel was barely big enough to cover him where it counted the most, and he wasn’t about to step out of the shower buck naked aside from that. Not while Amy was just on the other side.

When Chris finished with the towel, he reluctantly handed it out to his cousin.

“Okay, Chrissy,” Amy said, “Let’s start with your bra.”

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