The Present, Part 34
Part 34
Chris gradually added to the ‘collection’ he had just started, assuming this was not what the average girl did. While Julia seemed like the type to watch porn, he doubted she just sat around looking for nudes in her free time. At least, not this many.
As he continued working on the task, Chris tried and failed to find a comfortable position on the sofa. He still wasn’t used to the weight of the breasts, and now he had to deal with the cage down there. Even the way his skirt shifted and rode up here and there made him flush at the thought of flashing his panties to the empty room. Every little movement seemed to remind him of something about his sissy situation, all while he kept searching with a handful of inappropriate phrases.
After scrolling through the results of ‘hard cocks’ and ‘dick pics,’ he added ‘high definition’ to the search in an attempt to get some better photos. Sadie had specified that he needed to go for quality, and Amy had affirmed that. He eventually landed on a site that seemed to have exactly what he was looking for, at the cost of dealing with pop-ups every minute or two and the risk of giving a virus to his phone. And, of course, at the cost of getting a clear view of dozens of hard cocks.
Unlike when he checked out nude girls online, since he leaned towards certain shapes and sizes, Chris made himself go for variety with this. Guys with different skin tones, dicks with thick bushes as well as others that were trimmed/shaved, and all kinds of sizes and positions. Part of that was just because he was sticking with the one sight, which kind of gave him a variety by default. But also, he didn’t want the girls to tease him for having a ‘type’ if he had downloaded too many that were similar.
The sound of chattering and giggling from the upstairs hallway let him know that the girls were done getting ready. They had only been gone for ten minutes or so, which was about how many acceptable pictures he had found in their absence. Thanks to the website he had found, his pace had slightly increased; hopefully the next twenty would be easier to knock out.
“Being a good girl?” Julia teased, “I don’t think Amy would appreciate it if you were rubbing your pussy in the living room.”
“Gross,” Amy scoffed, “Did you, Chrissy?”
Speaking like a girl was always less natural after a break. He took a moment to adjust his vocal cords, knowing any little slip-up where his male voice was concerned would give his cousin the excuse to have even more fun at his expense. “Of course not,” he said.
“She hesitated,” Sadie pointed out, “Her skirt does give her easy access.”
“Tell us the truth,” Amy said, “Did looking at all those hard cocks turn you on?” For the amount of times she teased about not wanting to know about her cousin’s sexual habits, she didn’t seem to have a problem turning around and calling him out for the exact kind of stuff she was starting to outsource to her girlfriends.
Chris wasn’t quite sure what to say. The girls had constantly used the phrase ‘hard cock’ around him, and had recently made him admit that he liked boys. If he said he wasn’t turned on by the dick pics, that could turn into a whole new round of getting him to echo more awkward phrases. However, answering how they likely wanted him to would be playing right into their hands.
Well. That logic didn’t really track, when everything he said or did worked for their games. Whether he was resistant or played along, they could spin it in a way that continued to push the ‘Sissy’ narrative.
Reluctantly settling on the answer that would hopefully rip off the bandaid and get them to move on, while somewhat splitting the difference, he said, “ . . . Yes. But I didn’t touch myself.”
“Full answers, Chrissy,” Amy said, as the other two quietly laughed at his response, “What turned you on? What did you not rub?”
The questions were leading enough that the only real difficulty in answering was how humiliating it was to say such things in a feminine voice. Even so, he said what Amy wanted after checking that none of the girls had their phones out. As if it mattered, when they already had that selfie video from earlier. “All those hard cocks turned me on,” he said, fidgeting slightly and averting his gaze. Hopefully repeating the exact words would make it less fun for them than if he took a different approach, “But I didn’t rub my- pussy.” He nearly made it through without hesitating. Referring to his privates like that was still a bit much.
“So much self control, Sissy Chrissy,” Amy smirked. Deciding to move on for the time being, since there was no need to make him say it just right when they weren’t recording, she tossed him a pair of brown lifts. They were just one inch, and would be easier to walk on than actual heels. “You should really be thanking me,” she said, “Sadie wanted you in the tallest heels I own. But I think these are better for a mall trip. Good training for the real deal, too!”
If she wanted Chris to thank her, she’d have to explicitly say it. For the time being, he simply bent down to slip his feet into the straps, knowing he wasn’t going to be able to talk his way into a more normal pair of shoes.
As he did, Julia exclaimed, “Damn, Chrissy! Nice cleavage.”
He blushed at the realization that they could all see down the top of the sundress in his current position, as well as how her ‘compliment’ drew attention to the subtle weight of the forms all over again. Similar to what he had experienced earlier in the bedroom, the bra he had been given only did so much to support the surprisingly realistic breasts.
Even when seated, he could feel how the lifts were different from the kind of footwear he was used to; it wouldn’t be long before he was walking around on them, which would no doubt be a rough experience.
Once he had figured out the straps, while dealing with another few comments about his chest, he sat back up and attempted to play it cool in the face of the amused looks of the three girls.
Amy gave him a quick once-over, smiling at the latest addition to her cousin’s sissy transformation. “One more thing, Chrissy,” she said, holding up a handful of bracelets and an understated silver necklace, “Girls are supposed to accessorize. Don’t you want to look your best if you run into a cute boy at the mall?”