Matt

Chapter 20- The Tournament part 3

Why do I allow myself to repeatedly become humiliated? Seriously, by now, you'd think that I might actually enjoy being tortured like this. Well, I don't, got it?! I had one moment where I wanted to get a little revenge on Serena. I just wanted to see her reaction when she got electrocuted. Sure, I knew I would pay for it later, but I figure it would be worth it. Of course, that didn't happen since a certain someone's dad decided to shock me instead. Damn that bastard, John! I hate him! HATE him!

So now I'm sitting here in this chair receiving my punishment with nothing to show for it. As of this moment, Serena was applying eye-liner to my eyes, a goofy grin on her face. She already forced me to take off my t-shirt and replace it with...the top of a bikini. It had blue and white vertical stripes with yellow straps. There's a bottom to it, too, but that obviously wouldn't fit, so I didn't have to wear that. Not that it mattered anyway. I was already humiliated beyond belief.

Occasionally, Serena would crack up while she was busy applying the make-up. It was obvious that she was enjoying herself way too much putting this stuff on my face. Also, she would crack up at whatever antics Judy and Clara were up to. This made me even more irritated, as I was facing away from the ring and couldn't actually see what was happening.

"No! Don't touch me there! This is embarrassing!"

Dammit! I really wanted to see what's happening!

"Quit your complaining, Matt," commanded my makeup artist as she began to put some mascara on my eye-lashes.

Oh, and if it wasn't already obvious by now, Serena is trying to turn me into a girl. I shuddered at the thought of what I might look like when she was done. I should have resisted with all my might, but I knew that would only result in something worse coming my way. No matter how I felt, it was probably best if I just sat back and endured this punishment.

"No! Stop pulling on the straps! You're going to break them!" cried Clara loudly.

I tried to turn my head to look, but Serena immediately grabbed my head and set it straight again.

"Hold still, idiot!" yelled Serena, her face showing clear signs of annoyance.

Sigh, I want to watch this match so freaking badly! I hope someone in the crowd is recording it...

"Too bad, Matt! You should have thought about that this morning when you decided to take my father's side! It pisses me off just thinking about it!"

Yes, yes, I get it! You made that point abundantly clear already! Can we drop it?! Surely, this stupid punishment will haunt me for the rest of my life! Is that not punishment enough?!

Serena only responded with a grunt as she took some blush and began to apply it to my cheeks. I continued to try and endue the next few minutes as she continued to apply the make-up. Her scowl quickly disappeared when she once again began to admire the results of my "transformation." Eventually, it came time to put on the lipstick, so she went into the bag and pulled out three different shades. One was a bright pink. Another was a rose red, and the last was a maroon color.

"Which one do you want to wear?" asked Serena with a devilish grin.

"Does it matter? It's all embarrassing."

"Pick one now before I pick!" yelled Serena as she shoved the lipstick in my face. "And I guarantee you won't like what I pick!"

I sighed heavily before eventually pointing at the rose red one. I have no doubts that I'll be repressing these memories.

"Pucker up!" commanded my repressor.

I only half complied, puckering up only partially. I guessed it was enough since she went about applying the lipstick anyway.