The Present, Part Nine
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.”