The Present, Part Fourteen
Part Fourteen
At least they were done. Mostly.
Chris was still wearing a bra and nothing else above the waist, and he was assuming that his cousin wasn’t going to be satisfied until he was dressed like a girl from head to toe. Which is why he was surprised when Amy walked over to the hallway door, rather than her closet or one of her drawers. “Come on, Chrissy. You can’t hide out in here forever, even if you’d prefer a bedroom like this over your own.”
As in, leave her room? Admittedly, he hadn’t really thought this through beyond justifying the transformation steps she had leveraged him into going along with. What exactly was Amy’s end goal here? Get a picture of her ‘female’ cousin when all was said and done? She had made a point to keep her phone out of reach when he was getting out of the shower in her shorts and bra, though she hadn’t remotely promised anything regarding photos moving forward. And he wouldn’t have to keep talking like a girl if she was only trying to embarrass him in the physical sense. According to Amy, her mom and Chris’s sister were running errands. If she was lying, or they were on the way back . . .
“But- a shirt?” He hesitantly asked. Standing up, less for the sake of following and more that the ‘girl’ in the mirror was difficult to keep looking at, he waited for her to realize that walking around the house in a bra is something that she probably wouldn’t do herself. Of course, she also didn’t have someone around who held all the cards.
Amy shrugged. “Tank top. And not without your padding. Come on, let’s go. You’ll be fine.”
Easy for her to say. Though it’s not like there was an alternative to what she was suggesting. If their family was around, Amy could just as easily bring them upstairs and into her room if Chris decided to put his foot down. And considering how much he had already done, this wasn’t exactly the hill he wanted to die on. If anything, it was in his best interests to hold out for a more important moment to be stubborn so his cousin knew he was being serious about it.
Begrudgingly crossing the room and following her out into the hallway with a shaved body that could easily be seen in Amy’s clothes, and a mortifyingly feminine image in terms of the make-up/hairband combo, he kept a paranoid ear out for the slightest sound. Was anyone downstairs? The house was quiet, though Chloe had a habit of parking it on the sofa with her laptop. If his sister saw him like this after everything he had done to buy Amy’s silence . . .
As he reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner, he froze in surprise when Amy exclaimed, “Hey, Julia! Hope we haven’t kept you waiting for too long.” Before Chris knew what was happening, Amy reached through the threshold between the foyer and the living room. She grabbed his wrist and gave him an assertive tug, causing him to awkwardly shuffle into the room before he could think to yank back in the opposite direction. “You remember Chrissy, right?”
The mixed girl sitting up on the sofa was plenty familiar. She was one of Amy’s two best friends, and Chris had met her countless times over the years. Sadie was the one who flirted with him for sport, which worked frustratingly well despite how he knew she was only ever messing with him. Julia was plenty attractive herself, however; having a girl like that see him like this was a lot.
“Oh, my God!” she exclaimed, her whole face lighting up, “Okay, this makes a lot more sense now. But, also . . . Oh, my God. How did-” Giggling as she looked Chris up and down, Julia asked him rather than her, “Chrissy, huh? So, did you lose a bet or did Amy find some dirt on you?”
Slipping back into his regular voice, and taking a step back that didn’t take him very far due to how Amy was still holding his wrist, he blurted out, “Amy! You said-”
“Chrissy!” she snapped, more harshly than his own exclamation, “That’s strike two. I’m starting to think you want to wear a dress.”
That wasn’t fair! He parted his lips to protest, once again about to speak like the male he was, before belatedly processing Amy’s threat. Considering what he was currently wearing, and everything else his cousin had coerced him to do, she could absolutely make him put on a dress.
Going on, Amy said, “And FYI, I said I wouldn’t tell anyone or post anything. If Julia sees you dressed up like the girl you are, that’s your problem. Besides, I asked her to bring something over that I think you’ll like. Now, why don’t you tell Julia your name and what you’re going to be for both of us.”
It took a moment for Chris to remember the phrases that were even more embarrassing now that he had an audience beyond just his cousin. Thinking back, Amy had literally told him that Julia and Sadie were coming over at some point. Then, it had only been a teasing threat in regards to informing them about the fact that he was wearing panties. After the leg shaving that had snowballed into so much more, he had completely forgotten that she had mentioned her friends. Grimacing at the thought of both speaking like a girl in Julia’s presence, as well as saying the words Amy was compelling him to repeat, he huffed out a sigh of both frustration and focus. “My name is Chrissy,” he mumbled in the higher pitch, “I’m going to be- a good girl . . . ”
Julia’s jaw dropped slightly in surprise, before she fully grinned at the scene before her. “Wow. She must have something really good on you.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Amy giggled, “She obviously just wants to be a girl. Anyway, did you bring the thing?”
“Mm hmm!” Julia bent forward and unzipped the backpack sitting by her legs and pulled out a somewhat small box. “This is going to be so fun! Are you sure we shouldn’t wait for Sadie?”