The Present, Parts 1-10
Part One
Panties.
Lace, pink panties. When Chris first opened the box, he thought the girly pink material was just some kind of stuffing for the actual gift, but it dawned on him pretty quickly what he was touching and looking at as he started shifting through the multiple pairs. “Amy, what the hell?” he asked, holding up one of the delicate pairs.
It was a ‘Christmas’ tradition that his family and the Scotts’ did nearly every year. Rather than send each other gifts in December, they waited until they were together a few weeks or a few months later to exchange gifts in person. Back when they were kids, he and his cousin Amy were close, and it was a fun tradition to look forward to. These days, he always dreaded it.
Amy had turned into a little deviant over the years, but only Chris knew the truth about her. Their parents all thought she was a sweet girl, an innocent high school senior just starting to find her way in the world as a barely-adult looking ahead to college. But that couldn’t be farther from the truth.
Amy swore. Amy drank. Amy kissed a number of boys AND girls on the regular. Boys, because she enjoyed having them wrapped around her finger. Girls, for fun. Despite only seeing her once or twice a year, Chris knew all this about her because she didn’t try to hide it around him. When her girlfriends were over, and their parents weren’t, Chris was around for all the shameless gossip and bragging. And they didn’t even try to swear him to secrecy. Amy acted like such an angel around adults, no one would have believed him anyway.
Not even he was safe from the little games she enjoyed playing with boys. For the past two years, Amy had gotten him seemingly innocent gifts. Gifts that he hated, but that no one else would bat an eye at. A small collection of jewelry that was borderline girly, especially considering that he normally didn’t wear jewelry at all. And then a handful of socks and ties that had the same theme the next year—bright, girly colors.
There wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. The jewelry was so he could “try new things,” and the clothes were “bold” compared to his “same old colors,” according to Amy when she eagerly explained her gift choice to him and their parents.
They were gifts. And it was rude to scoff or frown at gifts. So each year, he had to begrudgingly thank her, and then wear at least something Amy got him to show his appreciation during the visit, only for her to smirk and make a teasing comment about it when only he could hear.
This year, however, there was no way she could get away with it. Not with something like this. He held up the pink fabric by his fingertips like it was disease-ridden, showing everyone that it was clearly a pair of panties. Not pink briefs. It was girl’s underwear. She couldn’t possibly explain the ‘gift’ away like the previous two years.
“Chris. Language,” his older sister immediately corrected him. The two of them were visiting the Scotts alone; their parents would be coming up in a few days after finishing up some business back home.
“Amy?” Aunt Mary glanced at her daughter. Not with suspicion or anything; just with a curious look about the unusual gift.
Amy was ready for it. “Oh no!” she exclaimed, clasping a hand over her mouth. The devious brunette looked at the underwear in Chris’s hand with false surprise, “Those were for Stacey! That means . . . Oh my God, I have to call her!” Leaping from her seat and grabbing her nearby phone, Amy fled from the room.
“She’s been going through some girl drama at school,” Aunt Mary explained.
Chris didn’t know if that was the truth or not. It’s not like Amy lied about everything, despite her sociopathic tendencies, but he was genuinely curious how much she could even tell her parents when living two different lives. He tossed the pink underwear back into the box and closed the lid, placing it aside for now. For now, he’d take the win. His devil of a younger cousin wasn’t trying to claim his gift was so that he could ‘try new things.’
A few minutes later, Amy returned to the room with watery eyes. “Chris, I’m SO sorry.” She walked over and threw her arms around him in an awkward hug, leaning over while he was seated on the sofa. Then, with her lips right next to his ear, she whispered, “You ready?” Before he could process the somewhat seductive voice that was way more uncomfortable than sexy when coming from his cousin, she stood back up and turned to their parents. “I shouldn’t even open my gift,” she said, “It’s not fair that I get something and Chris doesn’t.” Amy went on to explain that Stacey was out of town, now with the wrong birthday gift; otherwise, Amy would drive over and make the swap right now.
Chris knew what his cousin was subtly reaching for. But there’s absolutely no way that would happen. Right? Amy might play the innocent angel role well, but that didn’t mean things would get from A to B without better hints.
Or so he thought.
“You know, Chris,” Amy’s mother said, “Some boys wear underwear like that.”
No. No way. Amy was a fucking adult, and he couldn’t believe her mother was still eating up her act and trying to protect her with lies of her own. Well, not technically lies. Sure, the modern day has all kinds of people out there, but Chris was literally a straight, white guy with pretty vanilla tastes. He wouldn’t be a sacrifice just to make his cousin feel better, especially when this was clearly her plan in the first place.
“No.” Getting ahead of it immediately, Chris dismissed his aunt’s subtle suggestion. “Amy did this on purpose. I’m not putting on-” he paused, not able to actually say the word out loud, “-those.” He gestured to the closed box.
Amy gasped. “I did not! Why would you say that??”
“Chris,” his mother said, “Apologize to your cousin.”
He knew better than to argue. Accusing her was a misstep in itself, as nothing like that would ever stick when it came to her. “I’m sorry, Amy,” he said.
“Apology accepted,” she replied, with a humble smile, “And it’s fine, Mom. They probably wouldn’t fit him anyway.”
Unfortunately, he was outnumbered three to one. While his older sister, Chloe, had already graduated college and was officially an adult with her own apartment and everything, that didn’t mean she would pass up an opportunity to mess with her nineteen year old brother. “Chris, you should at least try,” she said, in response to Amy’s last point, “If they fit, it’ll be a good opportunity to try something new. And I’m sure Amy would appreciate the gesture.”
“Really, it’s fine,” Amy said, playing the part perfectly, “You don’t have to, Chris.”
Except he did, since the one adult in the room was still determined to make her daughter feel better. So, just when Chris was hoping Amy had screwed her own plan over by committing to the angel role, Aunt Mary brought things home. “Chris, go try them on,” she said.
Part Two
Less than five minutes later, Chris found himself alone in the bathroom with the gift box.
He had tried several more times to argue that this was absurd, but all of his words fell on deaf ears. Aunt Mary was using him as a scapegoat to make her daughter feel better, Chloe was jumping at the chance to embarrass her younger brother, and Amy clearly arranged this whole thing to begin with. It was three to one, and all of them supported each other with ‘logic’ about why Chris should do it.
The best play would have been to refuse and storm off, but he felt too pressured once his aunt started pushing the idea too. Swearing out Chloe and Amy would have been easy, but the college boy wasn’t as comfortable snapping at an adult.
Even with no one else around, he felt weird opening the box and sifting through its contents. It was one thing fooling around with a girl, as touching her underwear typically involved taking them off for a good time. Not to mention how nice a nice lingerie set looked on a pretty girl. But panties by themselves were different, especially when Chris was pretty sure that these had always been meant for him and not for Stacey.
He looked through the box, praying that there was at least a white pair to be found. While he hadn’t worn briefs in years, he would definitely prefer something that at least mildly appeared like boys’ underwear. No dice. The entire gift box was full of mostly pinks and reds, and a few purples too. “Great,” he muttered. Going with the least painful option, he procured a light pink pair from the girly collection. It wasn’t ideal, but it was better than the darker shades available.
Stalling wasn’t going to help anything. For a minute or two, Chris had considered not changing at all. It was underwear, after all, so it’s not like anybody would know if he had actually followed through or not. But knowing Amy, she would be a brat and innocently ask to at least see the waistband or something. So, sucking it up, he stripped off his shorts and underwear and slid the panties up his legs.
As expected, they fit perfectly.
Well, as perfectly as girls’ underwear could fit a boy. They were definitely his size, and Amy could have easily acquired that information somehow. However, his hips weren’t that existent, and he had something between his legs that none of Amy’s friends would have. And, while his less than impressive manhood easily nestled into the lace underwear, the waistband sat awkwardly on his hips and the back of the panties slightly dug into his rear.
Looking down at the horrible pink underwear, Chris couldn’t help but cringe and slightly blush at the sight. He was literally wearing panties.
After fidgeting with the undergarment for a few seconds, mostly failing to make it feel particularly comfortable, he simply resigned himself to his fate. He had come this far, and seeing it through would cause less trouble than refusing to be a ‘good cousin.’ Getting in trouble with his aunt meant potentially getting in trouble with his parents when they picked him up in a few days. And, while Chris was in college and too old to worry about actually getting punished by relatives, he would still prefer to avoid the awkwardness.
One form of awkwardness, that is.
He couldn’t even bring himself to look at his body in the mirror. Looking down at the pink underwear sitting on his waist was embarrassing enough. So, turning to the side, he put his shorts back on and tossed his boxers into the box. After taking a deep breath to compose himself, he opened the bathroom door and walked back to the living room.
Amy’s eyes lit up at his presence, and the small twitch of her lips made Chris immediately reconsider his decision. Was it too late to retreat to the bathroom?
“Took you long enough!” Chloe said. Chris’s sister hopped up from the sofa with a more apparent smile than Amy’s. “You know, panties aren’t that complicated. Though I guess choosing the perfect color can take time.”
The worst part was, she was right. Chris managed to play it cool, but he hated how Chloe knew him so well. It wasn’t the only reason he dawdled, of course, as a lot of it was simply mustering the will to change. But yes, figuring out which pair to put on added a little time too. “Look, can we just-”
“No, we can’t ‘just,’” Chloe interrupted him, “Now be a good boy and turn around.”
What? Why?
Under normal circumstances, he might have caught on more quickly. But simply walking from the bathroom to the living room had already undone the adjustments Chris had made to his new underwear, and he was now the center of attention with the awkward gift box still in hand. However, that didn’t make him automatically compliant. “Why?” he asked.
“Ugh, Chris! Just do it. You’re setting a bad example for your little cousin.”
His ‘little cousin’ was eighteen, and barely a year younger than him. Chloe’s logic was ridiculous, yet he still found himself relenting just to get all this over with. “Fine.” With nowhere to set the box down, he reluctantly turned around with his hands still full.
The moment he was facing the opposite direction, Chris felt his older sister’s fingers slip underneath the waistband of his shorts. Fuck, she was going to give him a wedgie! It was too late to stop it. He and his friends had done immature stuff like that in early middle school, but he had forgotten things like wedgies existed until he felt the familiar lead-up to what was going to inevitably happen.
Chloe yanked upwards and Chris winced as the thin fabric suddenly dug between his cheeks. He wasn’t lifted to his toes, thankfully, as his sister wasn’t as aggressive as old friends were with wedgies, but it was still the usual combination of uncomfortable and slightly painful.
“Oh my God!” Chloe exclaimed,“You actually put them on?! Chris, we were kidding!”
Part Three
He had put panties on for nothing?
Chloe had to be messing with him. A few minutes ago, his sister had practically jumped at the unexpected opportunity, and Amy had clearly orchestrated the whole thing from the beginning. At least two of the three females in the room had wanted him to put them on, and it had been easy enough for them to manipulate the only real adult in the room to go along with it.
Uncomfortably shifting as his older sister gave another sharp tug on the pink underwear, Chris tried to turn away while simultaneously slapping at the hands behind him. “Chloe, let go,” he demanded. As calmly as possible, to avoid giving Amy even more of a show. It wasn’t very effective. As he was well aware from his younger days, it’s pretty difficult to stop a wedgie without causing yourself a little more pain in the process of getting away, or hitting the other person enough to make them back off. Unfortunately, kicking or elbowing his sister wouldn’t go over very well with an audience of family members.
The good news was, Chloe wasn’t one of the guys. She was enjoying the visual of his new underwear more than the wedgie itself, and let up after another few seconds. “Relax, Chris,” she giggled. Letting go of the underwear, she stepped back with a playful smirk, “Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”
“Screw you, Chloe.” While he wouldn’t hit her, that didn’t mean he was above talking back. Especially when she used a phrase like that. But, rather than dealing with an annoying older sister, he turned back towards the bathroom.
Of course, neither of the girls would make it easy. “Where are you going?” Amy piped up, “I haven’t opened your present yet!”
“That’s right,” Chloe said, “You don’t want to miss her reaction. Come on, sit down!”
“In a minute,” Chris replied, “I’m going to change first.”
Amy sat up a little bit. “Change? Why?”
As if it wasn’t obvious. “What do you think?” he snarkily replied, not wanting to deal with the embarrassing specifics of a real answer.
“You’re saying you don’t like your present?” Amy said. She pouted, though the expression on her face was intentionally over the top. She was too old to actually pout, yet she still knew how to pull it off. “But it’s such a good color on you.”
Except it wasn’t even supposed to be a gift for him, according to his cousin a few minutes ago. She had obviously lied about the mix-up, which made it all the more annoying now that she was referring to the gift as his. And the follow-up ‘compliment’ wasn’t much better. Not only did he rarely wear pink, but it also didn’t matter if she thought it was a good color. It was underwear. Not meant to be seen, especially this variety.
Just like before, the three of them had a bit of a back and forth about it. And, just like before, Chris was outnumbered. It would be quick and easy to change, but Amy and Chloe insisted that it made more sense to just wait until everyone was done with presents. This time around, Aunt Mary didn’t intervene. While the whole thing was a little amusing to her, it was better to let kids be kids, even if the other three were technically adults at this point; though being in college hardly counts.
This time, it was Amy who delivered the final blow. She hopped up from the sofa and took Chris’s hand; the one not holding his bunched up boxers. “You can sit by me,” she sweetly said, as if that was enticing. “And then, if you still hate your panties in a few minutes, you can change while the rest of us clean up. Deal?”
“They’re not my panties,” Chris immediately shot back. Even so, he felt trapped again. Yanking his hand out of Amy’s would look bad, and his younger cousin was playing this in a way that made her seem the opposite of pushy. She was subtly trying to keep him in the girly undergarment for a little longer, but doing it in a way that seemed simple and harmless.
“When you wear something, it’s yours,” Amy giggled as she tugged him towards the couch, “Come on, Chrissy. Sit. I’m excited to see what you got me!”
. . . Chrissy?
She said it so nonchalantly and so off the cuff, he wasn’t sure if anyone else even recognized what she was doing. But Chris did. The flicker of mischief in her eyes was more than enough to give away that the nickname was meant to be feminine, rather than a teasing or patronizing version of his name.
No one had ever called him that before, Amy included.
“Amy-” he began. Despite his distaste for what she just said, he reluctantly allowed her to pull both of them down onto the sofa. Unlike before, when they sat on opposite ends, now they were side by side and her hand was still holding his. To make things awkward for a moment longer, no doubt, or to keep him there until she was sure he would stay.
Either way, he didn’t get much farther than her name before she was talking again. “Oh, and Chris? Thank you.” The faint smirk had faded into a more genuine looking smile. Or, more accurately, she was feigning innocence again. “For doing that for me. I feel a lot better now.”
“He probably pulls them off better than Stacey anyway,” Chloe teased, “Hey, Amy? Would you feel even better if Chris offered to wear them all day for you?”
Chris narrowed his eyes, but, in contrast, Amy’s lit up.
“Oh my God, I would feel SO much better,” she said.
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,” he said.
Part Five
“You’ll wear your panties all weekend. They were a gift to you, remember? And like I just said–when you wear something, they’re yours.”
“I’ll wear my panties all weekend,” Chris echoed. He mirrored the emphasis in an attempt to show that it didn’t bother him, but couldn’t help but lightly blush at the possessive phrase nonetheless. It sounded worse out loud than it did in his head. And the fact that he was bottomless save for the pink, feminine underwear didn’t particularly help when it came to playing it cool.
“See, Chrissy?” Amy clasped her hands together with a big smile. “Was that so hard?”
“Chris.”
“Whatever.”
Amy abruptly turned and walked over to his suitcase, kneeling down to pilfer through it. When he asked what she was doing, she merely answered by retrieving a pair of his boxers and dangling it by her fingertips for him to see. Then she tossed it a few feet away. Since all his underwear had been packed in more or less the same area, it didn’t take long for her to do the same with the rest until there was a small pile sitting on the floor nearby.
Confiscating his boxers. Even if he could find a way to deal with the damning pictures she had taken, this would result in him having to choose between wearing panties and going commando. While there was probably some male underwear in the house despite how his uncle was currently on a work trip, Chris was shorter and thinner in comparison. Still, loose boxers would necessarily be the worst with jeans or something. Or, preferably, Chris could just WEAR HIS OWN UNDERWEAR.
What a concept.
And yet, he just stood there and watched as his younger cousin systematically removed every last pair from his suitcase. He knew arguing was pointless. Amy had a knack for twisting every word he said, and had proved as much downstairs. Could he just tackle her right then and there? That was probably the only way to get her phone away from her before she had a chance to save it to her computer or somewhere online, and his boxers would be as good as gone if he let her walk away with them. He could already imagine her playing dumb. ‘Are you sure you didn’t forget to pack them? Something like that. All while his underwear would be stashed away somewhere he’d never find in the unfamiliar house.
But violence obviously wasn’t the answer. While Amy was a personal exception to him in terms of the ‘no hitting girls’ societal rule, she would just scream and get help from his aunt or sister before he had a chance to make any real progress. That, and he had more weak spots as a guy if she opted to fight back and fight dirty instead. Plus he didn’t know her password. Plus she could have the kind of system where every picture, note, etc. is automatically synced elsewhere. Too many variables, most of which worked against him.
Instead, he did the only thing that he could think of that would at least somewhat work in his favor. Chris pulled on his shorts for starters, since standing around in panties wasn’t ideal. Then he took a few quiet pictures of Amy as she finished up with her hunt through his suitcase. Maybe that would be enough to prove that she was the one who took them if it came down to her word vs. his.
“Done!” she exclaimed, “Ugh, boy underwear is so gross. You should really be thanking me for the upgrade.”
Unlikely. He didn’t dignify the comment with a response.
Amy hopped back up with a smile, leaving everything as it was on the floor. She walked over to him and plucked the phone out of his hand with no warning. “Hey, Chrissy?” she asked. After carelessly throwing his smart phone into the nearby laundry hamper, she plopped down on his bed. “Julia and Sadie are coming over later today. You’re over that cute little crush of yours, right?”
“Amy!” Chris exclaimed. He couldn’t tell if he was more frustrated by the girly nickname, the phone, or the accusation. “It’s Chris,” he said, deciding he needed to address that one first.
The last time he saw Amy and her friends, he and Sadie found themselves alone in the kitchen at some point. Unbeknownst to him, Amy had instructed Sadie to act interested. So she had paid him special attention all day, with flirty touches and sideways glances. When they were talking in the kitchen, Sadie had placed a hand on his chest and giggled at something, he couldn’t remember what, and gazed up at him with those big blue eyes while leaning in a little bit.
So he had leaned in as well, to kiss her.
And the moment he did, she jumped back with a gasp and squealed “Chris!!” Just like that, she had darted away to tell the girls what he just tried to do, and they all teased him about it for the rest of the day. Amy had taken it a little farther, sending him a photo of Sadie every month or two; just some pic pulled from Facebook as a way to taunt him about the event from afar.
To his present comment, Amy just rolled her eyes. “When you wear girly underwear, you get a girly name. So. Chrissy. I think we should tell Julia and Sadie about your panties when they get here. Wouldn’t that be better than them finding out some other way?”
“No!” Chris exclaimed. Every time a new topic or obnoxious Amy action offered him a mental reprieve in terms of what he was wearing underneath his shorts, her words easily reminded him all over again. The mention of Julia and Sadie coming over had been bad enough when she mentioned the crush, but the idea of two cute girls thinking he wore panties was mortifying, even if they were girls he only saw once or twice a year.
“No?” Amy mused, giving him a teasing look, “Let’s start with this, then. What’s your name?”
Chris hesitated. He knew exactly what she was fishing for, but wouldn’t give it to her that easily. “If I say what you want, you promise not to tell them?”
“Tell them what?” she giggled, raising an eyebrow. This time, she let the question be rhetorical, rather than forcing him to say it again. “If you say what you know to be a more fitting name for you, we can talk about Julia and Sadie. Otherwise, I think we should just tell them right away and get it over with.”
“That’s-” He looked at her incredulously. That’s unfair. That’s illogical. That’s not what he ‘knew’ was a fitting name. Ugh, whatever. Her phone wasn’t out to record him, and no one else would hear it. “Fine. Chrissy.”
“The whole thing, dear cousin~”
“. . . My name is Chrissy.”
“I knew you’d come around!” Amy clasped her hands together in her familiar gesture, smiling wide as she met Chris’s eyes. “Okay, it’s decided. Your name is Chrissy. Now then,” she said, immediately moving on before he could protest the more official nature of her words, “Let’s talk. I think I have the perfect thing for you to do that will buy my silence.”
Part Six
Chris didn’t want to encourage Amy’s annoying enthusiasm with a response. If she was fishing for him to ask what she had in mind, it wasn’t going to happen. She could just say it without including him in the suspense.
Huffing a bit, Amy continued, “You’re going to shave your legs, Chrissy.”
The outlandish suggestion was enough for him to ignore the immediate use of the feminine name now that he had technically agreed to it. Under duress, but still. He had affirmed the gross extension of his name out loud. This latest idea, however, was way too much. “Fuck, no,” he replied, “I’m not doing that.”
“Why not?” she pouted, “Ugh, you’re never any fun! It’s literally winter, Chrissy. It’s not like anyone’s going to see.”
Right, except he was literally wearing shorts at the moment. While Chris did wear jeans more often than not in the colder season, places like his cousin’s house usually had enough heat going that dressing casually was preferable. “I said ‘no,’ Amy,” he responded. Trying to argue with her would just lead to her using twisted logic to dismiss his points. Chris had dealt with her enough over the years to know at least some of the traps to expect. Not that it necessarily prepared him for them, considering his current underwear situation and new nickname. “Think of something else.”
“You really won’t shave? It’s so easy! Besides, you’re a boy. That means it’ll grow back in less than a week.” Amy let out an exaggerated sigh. She strutted past him and flopped down backwards onto the nearby bed. “Whatever. Hmm, let’s think about what else you can do to keep me from telling anyone about your secret.”
Since Chris had never shaved anything but his face, he didn’t know what to make of Amy’s little white lie. He still didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of actually doing it, especially considering how much she had already coerced him into, but at least he wouldn’t have to worry about looking like that for very long if he did. Of course, he didn’t know the truth of how long body hair actually took to grow back. Still, the explanation amidst her whining wasn’t enough to make him cave. He’d rather wait to hear the alternative first.
“Oh, I know!” she exclaimed, “You can wear one of my bras. We’re about the same size, and I bet I have some padding around somewhere for you to use.”
Definitely not. That idea was humiliating for a completely different reason. He might have been inclined to put something like that on if it could be as invisible as the panties were underneath his clothes, but stuffing the borrowed bra? No way. “Amy, come on. I’m not going to-”
“You’re not going to do anything fun!” she groaned. Sitting back up on the bed, Amy gave him a stern look. “Choose, Chrissy. Pretty bra, or pretty legs?”
Feeling a little more pressured from the sudden attitude pivot, Chris failed to consider the concept that he didn’t have to choose one or the other. However, Amy had set things up in a way where it felt like an either/or situation for him. Of the two options, there was a pretty clear winner thanks to how his cousin had presented each of them. “I’ll shave,” he reluctantly muttered. Suffering through jeans and sweatpants for a few days sounded better than letting Amy and her friends see him with curves on his chest. After all, the whole point of this was to hide the fact that he was wearing panties; putting on a bra would almost do the opposite.
“Good girl,” she giggled, “I knew you’d come around, Chrissy! Here, you can use my bathroom.” She quickly planted her feet on the ground and stood back up. Walking right back over, Amy took his arm and began tugging towards the upstairs hallway. “Trust me, mine’s better! The guest bath is so small.”
The ‘Chrissy’ thing was bad enough, but ‘good girl’ was almost worse. Not only was it patronizing and clearly a jab meant to go with the pink underwear he was stuck in, but Amy also said the phrase offhandedly and moved right past it. If Chris complained, she’d probably roll her eyes and say she was kidding, or teasing; something like that. So he sucked it up and let it go, the same way he let her have his arm instead of making a big deal about it and giving her any more ammo.
Amy didn’t hold on for very long. Once they were in the bathroom a couple doors down, she made short work of detaching herself and opening one of the lower drawers. She procured a fresh pink razor and set it on the counter, and was even kind enough to start running the water. “The whole leg, Chrissy!” she said, “And don’t take too long, okay? More than ten minutes, and we’re putting you in a bra anyway.” With a wink, she slipped out of the private bathroom and closed the door behind her.
It wasn’t until the door clicked shut that Chris realized how long it had been since he was alone. Amy had basically attached herself to him at the hip ever since he opened her present to him, and apparently only the privacy of a bathroom could separate him from his obnoxious, devious cousin.
Sighing to himself as he waited for the water to heat up, Chris cringed as he stripped. Taking off his shorts again revealed the image of himself wearing the girly underwear in the mirror. In a flash, he whisked off the lace undergarment, relieved to be temporarily liberated from both Amy and panties. But that relief didn’t last long, considering the task before him.
Taking the razor and the shaving cream, he pulled the curtain back and stepped into the shower. Jesus, where to start? The whole thing was absurd, but he needed to get to it. Less because of Amy’s parting words, and more because every second made the impending task more daunting. He hesitantly lathered up the left leg and began the arduous process of removing every inch of hair. He had to rinse the razor after almost every swipe due to how much hair was removed each time. It’s not that Chris was particularly hairy compared to the average high school boy, but it still took forever due to taking things from ‘never shaved’ to ‘fully shaved.’
Unfortunately, Chris figured out the weakness of Amy’s threat way too late. Despite the attempted kiss with Sadie, and the fact that he was stuck in panties all weekend, it was still his cousin and her friends. He saw them twice a year; three times at most. They weren’t even friends on social media. The much needed solitude and the hot steam cleared Chris’s head, and he realized that Amy could tell Anna and Sadie anything she wanted. It didn’t matter. While it would be embarrassing for them to learn about the feminine underwear Amy had tricked him into, he’d only have to deal with that for so long. They’d be out of sight and out of mind the moment he went back home.
Of course, Chris had already shaved one full leg before coming to the conclusion that letting Amy waste her blackmail was the better play. “Shit,” he muttered to himself.
Now he was committed. Half the job looked more ridiculous than seeing it through, so Chris got to work on the second leg.
Part Seven
Both legs, fully shaved.
He felt so stupid for letting Amy talk him into doing it. Also, he had been wearing shorts before the shower. Although he had jeans and sweatpants in his suitcase, that would require stepping out into the hallway first. Knowing Amy, she’d probably be making a show of texting out there or something in order to be there right when he emerged. No matter what, she was going to get the satisfaction of seeing that he actually followed through on the task. He briefly considered wrapping a towel around himself instead of getting dressed. The problem was, it was Amy he would be dealing with. Even though they were related, he was fairly sure she would try to rip the towel away anyway in the name of seeing his smooth legs.
It turned out that she was going to be a problem long before that. “Hey, Chrissy?” The second he turned off the water, she revealed her presence in the bathroom.
He froze. Dripping and totally naked, he was mildly worried she was about to yank the curtain back. Would she go that far for more blackmail? The image of him in just panties was bad enough. Plus there was the same thought he had before–they were cousins. Smug and shameless as she was, surely Amy wouldn’t want to see him like that, whether it worked to her advantage or not.
“What do you want?” he flatly asked. Giving her any kind of reaction would just encourage her, and demanding her to get out of the guest bedroom earlier didn’t work in the slightest.
“Just wanted to tell you something. Three things actually.”
“Get to the point, Amy.”
“So moody,” she sighed, “Almost like you’re a girl. Anyway, Chloe and my mom went out to run some errands. It’s just the two of us for a little while. Isn’t that exciting?”
Well, that explained how she could be so confident about the ambush. Though this was her bathroom, that didn’t mean that they had total privacy. A single door separated them from the upstairs hallway, and anyone on the other side would potentially be able to hear what Amy was saying and realize she wasn’t the angel she pretended to be. Now, for all he knew, that door could be wide open. It wouldn’t really make a difference. “And?” he asked. Same attitude as before, particularly when it came to the teasing girl comment. He wasn’t going to dignify that with a response.
“Did you make your legs pretty, Chrissy?” she asked.
He grimaced at the way she phrased it, and slightly blushed as well. Thankfully the curtain was there, so Amy couldn’t see how easily she could get to him. Of course, he was at an enormous disadvantage at the moment. “Yes,” he simply replied. She was going to find out one way or another. On the off chance that she was recording their conversation, however, he didn’t want to directly incriminate himself.
Despite the bluntness of his response, Amy giggled in response. “Proud of you, girl. The bad news is, you took longer than ten minutes. You know what that means, right?”
Was she serious?
It had been enough of a mistake to shave without thinking it through. On top of that, his cousin had offered him a choice, and he had technically picked one. Under duress, but still. There was no way she was suggesting that her little time limit actually held any water. “Amy, no. I’m not doing that.”
“Not doing what, Chrissy? You’re going to have to be a little more specific.”
Letting his annoyance get the better of him, especially while he was stuck shivering post-shower instead of being able to grab a towel and get dressed, he snapped, “I’m not wearing a fucking bra.”
“So you do remember your promise!” she exclaimed, “Also, language. Good girls don’t swear.”
Leave it to a girl like Amy to twist something like that into a promise. Chris hadn’t even agreed, which was often how the immature types later claimed, ‘You promised.’ Scowling, he said, “I didn’t promise anything. And it’s not happening.”
Amy just giggled again. “Here,” she said. Extending her arm past the curtain with a small hand towel, she waited until he took it before going on, “While you work on drying yourself off, I’m going to work on this post. ‘Oh, my GOD. Just caught my cousin trying on my panties. What a weirdo!” Pausing for emphasis, she mused out loud, “Hmm, is ‘weirdo’ the right word? What about pervert, or freak? What do you think, Chrissy?”
Chris had barely taken the obnoxiously small towel before Amy nonchalantly launched into a daunting threat. With the whole Julia/Sadie thing, he had been successfully distracted from what else Amy could do with the pictures she had taken. How many friends and family members would see a post like that before he managed to untag himself? Even then, the latter side would still be able to see it on Amy’s page unless she deleted it herself. Chloe and Aunt Mary knew why he had put on panties, but they wouldn’t be enough to sort out the kind of damage Amy’s text would do to his reputation across the board.
“Amy, don’t,” he firmly said. Trying his best to sound assertive, which was quite a tall order. His cousin had found a way to leverage an embarrassing photo in a much heavier manner than before. Also, Chris was more easily flustered while naked and vulnerable. He didn’t even stop to think about how a post like that would go against Amy’s whole ‘innocent’ routine. “You said you would delete those.”
“Did I?” she asked, “You should work on your listening skills. All I said, Chrissy, was that I would leave you alone if you were a good girl. And so far, you’ve been failing miserably. So, last chance. What’s your name, and what are you going to be for me?”
He hesitated. It was a bad idea. He knew that without a doubt. And yet, at the same time, it didn’t feel like there was another way out. Somewhat stalling, but mostly trying to make sure his compliance wouldn’t be for nothing, he clarified, “Then you’ll delete the pictures?”
“Maybe,” Amy said, “You’re testing my patience, girl. What’s it going to be?”
Swallowing his pride, and praying she wasn’t recording audio or video, he reluctantly said, “My name is Chrissy, and I’m going to be a good girl.”
Amy huffed out a louder sigh than before. “It doesn’t count unless you use your girl voice, Chrissy. Try again.”
Wait, what? That was new, completely unexpected, and totally ridiculous. “But-”
“NOW, Chrissy. Or I post this for the world to see. Three . . . two . . . ”
“Wait!” Chris exclaimed. Flushing more than before, and having no idea how to actually execute what was being demanded of him, he shifted to a higher pitch and awkwardly forced out, “My name is Chrissy, and I’m going to be a good girl!”
Amy scoffed. “Well, that could use some work. But it’s a good start. Tell you what? I’m going to do a few chores. While I’m gone, you can shave the rest of your body and practice your voice for me. How does that sound?”
Chris was dumbfounded. This was not what he had signed up for. And it was way too much.
Apparently, Amy seemed to think otherwise. “I’ll be back soon, Chrissy. Hop to it, okay?”
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.”
Part Nine
Before Chris could say anything, Amy reached past the shower curtain with a bra dangling from her hand. It was reminiscent of the panties he had been gifted and subsequently pressured to put on–pink and lace, without being sheer. If her words hadn’t been enough, the sight of the bra was quite telling in terms of how serious she was about the ten minute penalty.
He rejected the absurd idea right away. “Amy, I’m not-”
“CHRISSY.” Yanking the bra back through the curtain, she proceeded to chastise him, “You said you were going to be a good girl! If you can’t even get your voice right, I might as well post that thing right now and be done with you. What do you say, Chrissy? Is that what you want? Or do you want to apologize and try this again?”
Of course not. He wanted to have a mature conversation with his cousin about how over the top she was being, but it seemed like she wasn’t going to give him that opportunity. Blushing and swallowing his pride, Chris cleared his throat and shifted his voice back to the higher tone he had practiced in her absence before. “I’m sorry,” he awkwardly said.
“I’m sorry, Amy,” she insisted, “And remind me what your name is, and what you’re going to be?”
He knew exactly what she was pushing for. And, even worse, he knew that he had no choice but to say it. It was either that, or risk her following through on the persistent threat. “I’m sorry, Amy,” he echoed. Repeating her words verbatim was his subtle rebellion, as well as a way to demonstrate he was doing as he was told under duress, though the feminine voice very much undermined what would have been a lot more effective in his usual annoyed tone. “My name is Chrissy, and I’m going to be a good girl.”
“That’s better,” Amy said, “And do girls wear bras, Chrissy?”
“ . . . Yes.” Not really a fair yes/no question when they both knew exactly what it was leading to.
“That’s what I thought.” She extended her arm through the curtain a second time, holding up the bra in the same manner as before. “Here you go. Put it on, Chrissy, and stop wasting our time. Unless you like being naked around your cousin?”
Chris was dangerously close to denying that in his regular voice, but managed to catch himself. “Of course not,” he replied, snatching the bra from her hand.
“Then no more excuses, girl. When you’re done, I’ve got your matching panties right here.”
He didn’t dignify that with a response. Obviously that’s what he was going to be stuck wearing below, as it’s what started this whole thing. For now, however, he had to deal with the bra. While he was familiar enough with removing the undergarment from girls, that didn’t directly translate to putting one on himself. It took him a few seconds to orient the pink cups and straps the right way; then he bit the bullet and pulled his arms through the straps and let the bra sit loosely on his shoulders and chest while he reached behind himself to find the two band halves.
The overall process wasn’t as slow or as painful as he expected, though he was sure the average girl would have been more efficient. When he hooked the bra in a way that didn’t feel too loose or too tight, he broke the lingering silence by informing Amy that he was done. In his girl voice, like he had been stuck doing ever since she got on his case about it.
Softly giggling to herself, or maybe using the hushed laughter as an embarrassing tactic, she said, “That’s one of my bras, by the way, although I bet it fits you perfectly. We’re basically the same size.”
Well, not quite. Chris had an inch or two on her. As for body type, however, it was true that they were both on the more slim side. At the same time, he didn’t have boobs, so ‘perfectly’ was a bit of a stretch.
When he didn’t reply, she huffed and stuck her arm through the curtain again, dangling a pair of panties from her fingertips. The pink underwear matched the hue of the bra he was now wearing. While he hadn’t taken a thorough look at the contents of the present she had ‘accidentally’ given him, Chris was skeptical about whether this had been one of them or not. More likely, it was one of Amy’s pairs that went with the bra, which made this all the more awkward. Putting on girls’ underwear was already a lot, and now there was the added factor of them being his cousin’s panties.
Still, he knew better than to argue. Putting aside the blackmail factor, there was also the fact that he was pretty much naked. The bra did nothing to hide his exposure below the waist, and he still wouldn’t put it past Amy to pull back the curtain if he took too long and/or wasn’t playing along like she wanted. He had also already put on panties once. As far as justifications went, that was rather flimsy, but at least he knew what he was in for on that front. Slipping one smooth leg at a time through the holes, being careful to keep his balance in the still somewhat slippery tub, Chris pulled the panties up and settled them on his waist.
“Okay,” he reluctantly said, implying the completion of the task in as few words as possible.
Naturally, Amy wasn’t going to make it that easy. “Your panties are on?” she asked, “Be a good girl and say the whole thing, Chrissy.”
The curtain was only one of his problems. Chris also had no idea whether or not she was recording all of this. With that in mind, he put extra care into masking his voice for the sake of deniability. “Yes!” he exclaimed, blush darkening at how he ended up sounding more girly than expected, “My panties are on.”
“Ooh, that’s the best you’ve sounded yet!” Amy said, “Keep that up, and you won’t have to worry about that picture for very long. Anything less, and I’ll have to come up with another penalty or two. Fair?”
Definitely not. By defending himself against one potential problem, he had totally screwed himself over in a different sense. However, wearing panties and a bra was almost as bad as being nude. As long as he was in such a vulnerable and humiliating position, arguing was out of the question. “Okay!” Chris reluctantly agreed, doing his best to match the tone from a few seconds ago.
“Excellent. Now then, Chrissy. Do you want to come out here and show me your pretty lingerie, or would you rather have something to wear?”
Hardly a question worth asking. “Something to wear,” he replied. There was no way in hell he was going to pull back the curtain looking like this. If anything, he was still worried about Amy doing just that from her side.
“What’s the magic word, girl?”
“Please . . .”
“That’s better! We’ll make a lady of you yet, cousin dearest. Here, try these on.” She held out a pair of jean shorts that were noticeably on the shorter side. Correctly guessing that he wouldn’t enjoy the thought of putting on something like that, Amy said, “Unless you’d prefer a skirt?”
That got him moving. Hesitantly taking the shorts from her hand, he said, “No, these are fine.”
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.