Part Twenty
She was kidding, right?
This feminine/sissy nonsense had already spun out so much more than Chris had expected. The main way he was able to reconcile the embarrassment of letting his cousin do all of this to him was the fact that there was a clock on it. Amy definitely wouldn’t be able to explain this to her mother; she was manipulative, but not that manipulative. Even if Chris couldn’t speak up for himself, as Amy now had that video to use as leverage, his current image was so much more extreme than a simple prank.
Besides, how would Amy enforce that? They only saw each other once a year. Sometimes twice, if there was some family event happening between their post-Christmas visit. She wouldn’t be able to dictate his underwear from afar, and he already hated the thought of wearing panties all weekend, since his brat of a cousin clearly took satisfaction in how her ‘accidental’ gift ended up working out.
He decided to not reply at all. There wasn’t really a safe answer, when she could so easily twist his words and/or punish him for not playing her game properly. That, and having to speak like a girl continually undermined him when he was trying to be serious. At some level, he was aware that she could take his silence as agreement, but that felt like the lesser evil. Once he was back in his regular clothes, Chris could clear a number of things up. And again, it wasn’t as if Amy would be around to enforce the absurd concept.
Amy led the way back to her bedroom, where she headed right over to her dresser. Chris lingered by the door; there wasn’t anything he needed besides whatever shirt she was picking out for him. Well, tank top. That had already been specified, and he doubted Amy would change her mind when Chris currently had boobs. As if the curves and the weight on his chest weren’t enough, of course he was going to have to continue to show cleavage beyond what the bra had shown off.
“Got it!” Amy exclaimed. She turned around and held up a light pink tank, “This will be so cute with those jean shorts. What do you think, Chrissy?”
He thought that her selection wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Pink had already been the theme of the day, with the panties, bra, nails, and eye shadow. It was hardly a twist to see the simple pink top she had picked out for him. Clearing his throat and forcing the usual female voice, he said, “It’s fine.”
“Where’s that pretty smile, girl?” she asked, “You looked so cute on camera!”
Was that a threat, or just a reminder? Either way, Chris begrudgingly pursed his lips in the awkward smile from earlier. “It’s perfect, Amy. Thank you.”
“Good girl,” she said. Crossing back over to him, she handed over the tank top, “Well, what are you waiting for? Try it on!”
Chris didn’t need to be told twice. Another reason he was standing near the hall was to keep tabs on what was going on downstairs. He had heard the front door open, though it was a little bit too quiet downstairs when Julia and Sadie should have been greeting each other and chatting in the living room or the kitchen. Maybe Julia went outside to stall Sadie? Regardless, he needed to get dressed.
Of all the clothes Amy had given him, the tank top was by far the simplest to put on. Chris didn’t normally wear pink, but he wore plenty of tank tops. It was certainly easier than squeezing into her jean shorts, or dealing with the bra. What he wasn’t used to was how such a top settled on his upper half when he had curves up there.
He didn’t get much time to process before Amy said, “Yep, that works! Okay, let’s go see your crush.”
“She’s not-” Chris started denying it on instinct, which caused him to slip into a hybrid of his male and female voice. Right away, Amy shot him a stern look, which was enough to get him to re-focus on talking like he was a girl. “She’s not my crush.”
“Because you like boys?” Amy smirked, echoing what she had said downstairs regarding Sadie.
This time, he couldn’t stay quiet. “No.” Staying quiet would have sounded affirmative.
She just scoffed. “Uh huh. Says the girl who wants to be fucked in the ass by a hard cock.”
“I don’t-” That’s about as far as he made it.
“CHRISSY.” Amy stepped in front of him and stared him down. “Yes, you do. Or were you lying to me and Julia?”
He had been lying. Not that it even counted as a lie. It was a crass and blatantly untrue phrase he had been pressured to say after reluctantly choosing it over the other hypothetical. Since then, both girls had repeated it countless times, as if it was something he said in a context that hadn’t been set up by them.
Pouncing on his hesitation, Amy said, “Say it, Chrissy. What do you want?”
As if the blackmail she had wasn’t enough, Chris also wasn’t used to Amy confronting him like this. Normally she was all smirky and obnoxious with her teasing, rather than direct and low key intimidating. It didn’t help that he had already said the words a few times, which was gradually making them more tolerable to repeat despite how it was still blatantly untrue. Flushing and glancing away, he muttered, “I want to be fucked in the ass . . . ” And, when she gave him an expectant look, he said the rest, “ . . . by a hard cock.”
“Good girl,” she said, pursing her lips in the usual smug expression, “I won’t make you say the rest, even if we both know you want to be swallowing a guy’s cum at the same time. Now let’s go, Chrissy. It would be rude to keep the girls waiting.” With that, she turned around and kept walking as if she hadn’t just put her cousin through yet another round of humiliation.
Sure enough, Julia and Sadie were outside. Amy must have seen or heard them on the way downstairs, as it was unlikely that she had pre-planned such a minor thing with Julia. From what Chris had experienced so far, it felt more like Amy was making all of this up as she went. Then again, she had told Julia to bring over the breast forms, so there was at least some foresight when it came to the transformation she was putting Chris through.
Chris really didn’t like the idea of leaving the house. Even if Amy’s friends were just chatting on the front porch, in a neighborhood where nobody knew him, it still felt too ‘public’ for his current appearance. He did make a convincing girl, which he had recently seen in the selfie video, yet he also knew that he was actually a guy. That knowledge made it feel as if anyone looking his way would also see right through the make-over/disguise.
It wasn’t his call, nor was he quick enough to voice his hesitations. Amy opened the door and said, “Hey, Sadie!” Just for good measure, she grabbed Chris’s wrist and tugged him through the door in case he wasn’t able to make that final step himself. “Remember my dear cousin?”
“Oh, hey,” Sadie smiled, “Chloe, right? Your hair is so much shorter now!”
Part of Chris’s ‘crush’ on Sadie was that she had serious girl-next-door vibes. She looked cute as always, with her red hair up in a ponytail and wearing an outfit that was awkwardly similar to his. Jean shorts and a white tank top. And, to make matters worse, she had mistaken him for his older sister. Or, in other words, as a girl.
Before Chris got the chance to wrestle internally about whether or not it was better to pretend he was Chloe and hoping that the other two would go along with it, Amy cleared things up for the new girl. “No, Chloe’s doing a little shopping with my mom right now. You really don’t recognize the girl who tried to kiss you last year?”
Between his feminine appearance and the fact that Amy had said ‘girl,’ it took a couple seconds for Sadie to register what Amy meant. Then it clicked, and she stared at him, looking absolutely dumbfounded. “Chris . . . ? What the heck?” In particular, her eyes lingered on his chest, before taking a closer look at his face. And, in classic Sadie fashion, she avoided swearing even in situations that absolutely called for it.
“It’s actually ‘Chrissy,’ now. Kind of a long story,” Amy said, “But basically, she’s a girl. Sissy Chrissy, if you will.”
The thing with Sadie was that she was really only innocent on the surface. There was a reason she was one of Amy’s best friends, and it wasn’t because they had known each other since childhood or anything like that.
“Huh,” Sadie said, clearly still processing everything, “Well, that explains why you wanted me to bring this . . . ”
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