The Present, Part 31
Part 31
It was a lot. Though Chris could see the little pink cage, and feel what it did in response to his arousal, it was too new and too unfamiliar for the situation to really sink in. That he was locked in the kinky toy. How the only way to take it off, presumably, was with the tiny keyhole at the top. Then Julia hit him with the fact that this wasn’t some game she had come up with by herself; apparently Amy, and maybe Sadie, already knew what Julia had planned for him. Did they know about the rest as well, in terms of how the phrases he had been pushed to say over and over ended up being exactly what he was given in the bedroom?
“Chrissy.” Snapping him to attention with a stern use of his female name, Julia said, “Don’t just stand there, girl. Get dressed. I’m done playing with you. Do you really think I’d be into some sissy freak who gets off from wearing her cousin’s panties?”
His cheeks turned as pink as the cage, both from the way Julia was talking to him and how the slightest twitch of his manhood was a fresh reminder that he couldn’t achieve any actual hardness despite how a naked girl was cupping him down there. “It- It’s not like that!” he insisted, still speaking like a girl. Wearing girls’ underwear wasn’t why he had been turned on earlier, and it certainly had nothing to do with Amy.
Julia scoffed. “No?” she asked. Locking eyes with him, pursing her lips in a knowing smile, she said, “Which is it, Sissy Chrissy? Do you want more hard cocks in your ass and more cum in your mouth, or do you want to fuck your cousin?”
What kind of question was that?! It was such an exaggerated false dichotomy, and they both knew that the answer was ‘neither.’ He was just so thrown by the options that he ended up speechless. Despite the repetition of everything boy-related, including the constant visuals planted along the way, Chris was still very much straight. And he absolutely wasn’t into Amy, and not just because they were related; she was a fucking brat as well.
“Let’s start simple,” Julia smirked, “Does Amy turn you on? Do you think about her naked? Be honest, sissy. Does your cute pussy get wet when she-”
“NO.” His voice was shrill as he awkwardly maintained the tone Julia had corrected him about again and again. Not the most intimidating objection in the world, though assertive enough as he denied anything like that where his cousin was involved.
Julia didn’t even flinch. “No? Then you must like boys.” Leaning forward, pressing her bare breasts against Chris’s bra-clad curves, she said, “Admit it, Chrissy. Or should I go tell your cousin you fantasize about her pegging you?”
His eyes widened. “That’s not-”
“Choose, Chrissy,” she insisted, “Do you want boys, or do you want Amy?”
“I-” he hesitated. ‘Neither.’ The real answer was still on the tip of his tongue, though he had a feeling the bossy mixed girl wouldn’t accept that answer. And the moment was so charged, it was getting difficult to think straight despite how he wasn’t hard down there like before. Thinking about Amy like that was too weird, plus it was easier to ‘admit’ the other option when he had already said so many crass things about the same gender. “I want boys,” Chris mumbled.
Julia giggled. “That’s what I thought. Don’t worry, there are plenty of boys out there who are into sissies. If you ask nicely, Amy might even give the key to your future boyfriend.” She stepped back and cupped her bare breasts with her hands. The strap-on was still secured around her body, as she had been too busy dealing with Chrissy over the last couple minutes to take it off. It kind of worked as a boy-ish feature while pushing the sexuality, while also covering her most private area as she hid the rest from the caged boy. “I should get dressed,” she said, “Girls like us can change together and stuff, but I don’t like you like that. You’re too small for me. Way too small.” She glanced down towards his crotch for a moment, then giggled again. “Good thing you’re into boys!”
Sure enough, the teasing insult landed. Chris blushed at both the implication that girls in general would be disappointed by his size, not to mention the reminder that he was locked up and his cousin held the key. As Julia turned away to remove the strap-on and retrieve her underwear from where she had tossed it after stripping earlier, she told Chris that he should get dressed as well. Every step and movement he made seemed to draw attention to the pink cage, though that was partly because it was still so new. Putting the panties back on helped a little bit in terms of support. Between the chastity device and the breast forms, Chris had a lot of sissy accessories that were impossible to ignore.
By the time Chris had pulled on the underwear that Amy had ‘accidentally’ gifted him, Julia was fully dressed. “You know, Chrissy,” she said, holding up Amy’s jean shorts he had been wearing before everything with Julia, “I think we can do better than this. Do you want to try on one of your cousin’s dresses?”
It sounded like an innocent question. However, Chris knew better than to assume Julia was simply asking his preference. He was also in way too submissive of a headspace to push back that much, not to mention how it was impossible to be taken seriously when standing there in girls’ underwear and using the feminine voice he was stuck talking with. “I’m fine with what I was wearing before,” he hesitantly said.
Sure enough, Julia liked her idea better. “But you would look so much cuter in a dress!” Tossing the shorts aside, she strutted over to the closet and began looking through what Amy had on the hangers. “You want hot boys to notice you, right? I bet we can find something perfect to flaunt those curves. And a skirt means easy access!”