Part Ten

Chris didn’t waste any time.

It was clear that the shorts he was given were a girl’s. However, just about anything was better than standing around in his cousin’s panties when Amy still had the option to yank open the shower curtain if she ever grew impatient. Putting aside the fact that he was in a pink bra/panties, Chris also wasn’t used to changing in the tub. Like most people, he would normally dry off and then do everything else in the main part of the bathroom. Of course, these circumstances were unique, and he carefully slipped one foot at a time into the jean shorts before Amy changed her mind and decided to pressure him to wear a skirt instead.

The shorts were fine until they reached his upper thighs. Then he had to do some pulling and wriggling to get them the rest of the way. Somehow forcing the denim up and onto his waist, he wrapped things up by sucking in his gut and doing the button and zipper. Chris was more or less as slender as Amy was, but he was used to wearing clothes that were a bit looser. The form fitting jean shorts were a first, and the only reason he didn’t immediately change his mind and take them off is due to the same logic as before. And though they covered the panties, his now smooth legs were still almost completely on display. “Okay . . . ” he muttered, breaking the silence with his awkward feminine voice.

“You’re wearing them?” Amy asked. Her voice had the usual teasing lilt to it. “I wasn’t sure they would fit.”

Cursing himself for not considering a lie about how he couldn’t get them on due to the size, Chris quickly justified his stupidity with the fact that Amy probably would have just found him something equally feminine to wear as an alternative. “Yes,” he affirmed. In case she was actually asking.

“Fun!” Amy exclaimed, “Alright, come on out. I want to see how you look.”

“Wait-” Chris briefly slipped back into his actual voice, before correcting himself for the sake of keeping Amy happy while she held all the cards, “Wait. I need a shirt.”

“Don’t be silly! I get that you don’t want to be walking around in your panties, Chrissy, but girls see each other in their bras all the time. It’s really not a big deal. Plus we’re cousins, so that goes double for it not meaning anything.”

Chris wasn’t sure what to say to that. ‘But I’m not actually a girl.’ ‘But I don’t want you taking more damning pictures.’ ‘But we both know you’re enjoying this.’ Making him squirm, all while feigning the innocence she had perfected the art of. It was also tough saying anything in the feminine voice without immediately undermining himself.

Amy quickly capitalized on the silence, and ended up addressing one of those thoughts along the way. “Don’t be scared, Chrissy. I just want to make sure everything fits properly before we move on. And I’m not even holding my phone, by the way. Feel free to peek out first if you don’t believe me.”

That eliminated one theoretical issue, though simply letting Amy see him in a bra was just as bad as her catching him in panties earlier. Though again, he didn’t really have any other options. Either way, he was cornered. At least doing things on his own terms gave him some semblance of dignity.

Taking Amy’s offer, he stuck his head out just enough to see that Amy’s phone was indeed lying on the counter in a way that wouldn’t be capturing anything. Chris was tempted to make her remove it from the bathroom first, to avoid any shenanigans that involved speed snapping a picture or something, but her distance from the device was enough to put him slightly at ease.

He couldn’t hide behind the curtain forever. As obnoxious as Amy’s little smirk was in response to him cautiously checking out the room, he knew the only way out was through. With something between a grimace and a scowl, he left the shower and revealed himself to both his bratty cousin and to the mirror in front of him.

Amy couldn’t help herself. Her casually pursed lips quickly shifted into a huge grin as she took in the sight of Chris in her clothes. That, and a completely shaved body. “Oh, my God!” she exclaimed, “It’s too easy. Why didn’t I try this before now?!”

Meanwhile, Chris was taking his reflection in. The only thing that separated his body from that of a half dressed girl was the fact that his chest was flat aside from air in the cups of the bra he had on. It was quite the juxtaposition when he still looked like himself from the neck up. Of course, he wasn’t able to process for very long before Amy was teasing him. Risking his actual voice, as he really didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of him talking like a girl when standing there in a bra, he said, “Okay. You’ve had your fun. Now can I go change?”

“No.” Amy’s smile remained, but she placed a hand on her hip to convey a more bossy demeanor nonetheless. “And that’s strike one, Chrissy. You have a girly name, you’re wearing girls’ underwear, and your skin is totally smooth. That means you need to keep talking like a girl, at least until the end of your little makeover.”

Chris opened his mouth to argue, but stopped himself when he wasn’t confident about what three strikes would entail. “Makeover?” he reluctantly asked.

“Mm hmm,” Amy nodded, “You do want me to delete everything, right? And give your not so cute boy underwear back?”

Obviously. “Yes” He tried to say it as bluntly as possible in the alternative voice.

“In that case, say, ‘Please, Amy, turn me into a pretty girl.’ Then we can finish up your makeover, and then we can talk about the rest. Or would you rather talk about what I might do if I keep those photos instead?” Noticing his glance towards the counter, she said, “Oh, and I wouldn’t bother. Everything’s already backed up somewhere else. And you’ll get in even more trouble if my parents have to pay to replace such an expensive thing.” She paused to let that sink in, then asked, “Well?”

Chris felt as trapped as ever. In the back of his mind, he knew that it was a bad idea to go along with whatever Amy was suggesting, but he had also already resigned himself to pushing through instead of trying to put his foot down and risking the consequences. “Please give me a makeover, Amy,” he said. While awkward, it wasn’t quite as bad as the phrase she had suggested.

She rolled her eyes at the adjustment, but didn’t push for the exact words. “If that’s what you want, Chrissy.” With that, she stepped forward and took her phone with one hand and linked her other arm with Chris’s. “Let’s go to my room. We can do the rest in there. Better hurry, or the others will get back from their errands and see you like this!”

Definitely not an option. He would never hear the end of this from his sister.

So, without another word, he let Amy lead him out of the bathroom and down the hall for whatever else she had in mind.

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