Part Eighteen

The visual of Amy’s words didn’t help in the slightest. Nor did Julia’s teasing suggestion.

Unfortunately, the whole nature of ‘Would You Rather’ was being stuck with two bad options. The immature game was just normally choices that were completely out of context, rather than a pointed question related to the thoroughly feminine transformation he had undergone. And there was no getting away from it now that his cousin had implied the blackmail that started all of this.

As for his decision, it didn’t actually take that long for Chris to figure out which way he was leaning. Since he didn’t actually like guys, despite Amy’s insistence, there was no way he could handle giving a blowjob. No way. The mental image alone was too much. By contrast, the other option involved far less participation on his part. Receiving, rather than giving, even if he wasn’t into it.

“If I had to choose,” he said, starting with the important clarification, “The first one.”

Of course, Amy wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily. Doing another one of those little head tilts, she asked, “Which one is that, Chrissy? I forgot.”

Doubtful. But he also doubted she was going to let it go. Glancing away, he muttered in the awkward, girly voice, “ . . . Taking it from behind.” Slightly more PG than Julia’s original phrasing.

“The whole thing, girl. Or it doesn’t count.” Going for another round of the stern attitude, Amy said, “You want to be fucked in the ass by a hard cock. Yes?”

No. Especially not the way she had shifted it to sound like it was something he wanted, rather than an either/or he was reluctantly answering.

When Chris didn’t reply right away, Amy sighed. “Come on, Chrissy. The sooner we get through this, the sooner you can get dressed. Unless you’d prefer walking around in your bra?”

“Seriously . . . ?” He asked. It was bad enough keeping up the voice at all times. Saying something like that just piled on. At least Amy wasn’t recording any of this, as neither of the girls had their phones out. Still, it was both a graphic and damning phrase, not to mention the fact that it was his cousin of all people feeding him the words.

“Yes, seriously!” Amy exclaimed, “You might as well make the effort to get it right the first time, too. Otherwise, you’ll have to try again and again and again.”

Not a fun prospect. The words were bad enough already. If he hesitated or avoided a particular section, he’d be stuck repeating most of it until the girls were satisfied. Taking a second to remind himself of the full thing, he flushed as he awkwardly forced out, “I want to be fucked in the ass by . . . by a hard cock.”

“Almost, Sissy Chrissy,” she giggled, “One more time. Like you mean it.”

“I want to be fucked in the ass by a hard cock . . . ” he echoed. It was slightly more tolerable the second time.

“Good girl,” Amy said, “Or maybe I should say ‘bad girl.’ That’s a little slutty, isn’t it, Julia?”

“Just a little bit,” she smiled, “Now, Chrissy. Amy says you agreed to be a sissy, and I want to make sure you’re following through on that. You don’t have to actually say it, as admitting you want to be fucked in the ass is plenty, but you’d also be into it if a guy blew his load into your mouth, right?”

Chris hesitated. His obvious impulse was a firm ‘NO.’ Except both girls were staring at him so intently, and he was worried that the wrong answer would only land him in even more trouble. So, against his better judgment, he gave a small nod.

Amy’s eyes immediately lit up. “While you swallowed?” she clarified.

Again, Chris nodded.

“Such a good girl!” Amy chirped, “Okay. One last thing, Chrissy, and then you can borrow one of my tank tops. This way!” She took Chris’s hand and walked him back towards the living room.

Julia followed behind them, along for the ride at this point. She and Amy hadn’t planned any of this or anything; they just kept bouncing off each other with all that stuff in the kitchen. As usual, she was happy to let Amy take the lead.

Chris was led over to the armchair, where Amy sat him down and then took out her phone. “Here. I want you to do a quick recording for me. Nothing too difficult, don’t worry!”

As usual, Chris knew he was resigned to keep playing Amy’s game, though something involving a camera certainly gave him pause. “A recording of . . . ?” he asked. So far, unless Amy had been sneaky about it, there was no evidence of any of this save for those first few pics of him in panties.

“That’s the fun part. You get to choose!” Stepping back and waiting for Julia to step up beside her, Amy said, “You can either talk about how you secretly wish you were a girl, how you promise to wear panties from now on, how you’re a total sissy, whatever. Or you can tell the camera what you told us–that you want to be fucked in the ass while swallowing a guy’s cum.”

That wasn’t what he said! This was exactly what he was worried about. Though he had picked one of two bad theoretical options, Amy was twisting what just happened and making it sound like something else entirely. “Amy-”

“Chrissy,” she huffed, “You’re fine. Just one little video; that’s all. Then you can get dressed and we can move on.”

“Oh!” Julia exclaimed. Pulling out her own phone as it buzzed, she reported, “Looks like Sadie’s just leaving. She’ll be here in ten minutes or so.”

“Guess you’re on the clock, sissy!” Amy said, “Remember, I still have to find a cute top for you, so you can’t spend /all/ that time recording. Have you figured out what you want to say?”

Not even a little bit. But he was going to have to decide sooner rather than later.

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