The sissy games

Part 13; Shine and glitter

Alex took his time eating breakfast, dreading what was ahead. Ember watched him, her concern growing with each passing minute. Finally, she gently urged him, "Come on, Alex. The longer you delay, the harder it gets."

"I'm not going back to that b*tch," Alex snapped, pushing his plate away. The anger in his voice couldn't hide the fear underneath.

Ember sighed, choosing her words carefully. "I know how much you hate this, Alex. But avoiding it will only make things harder for you. They'll find a way to make it worse if you don't go."

Alex stared at the table, feeling like the walls were closing in. "Why do they keep doing this to me? What's the point?"

"I wish I had answers for you," Ember said softly. "But the only way to get through this is to face it. I know it's unfair, and I know it's painful, but I need you to stay strong and win."

His eyes met hers, and he saw the sincerity in her gaze. His resistance crumbled, leaving only a deep sense of dread. "I just hate this so much..."

"You're still Alex, and you're still strong. And I'll be with you every step of the way. You're not alone in this." Ember said reasuring.

Reluctantly, Alex stood up, his shoulders heavy with the weight of what was to come. "Fine... let's just get this over with. Maybe, just maybe, luck will be on my side tonight."

Ember gave him a small, comforting smile. "That's the spirit."

Together, they left the room. The dread hung over Alex like a dark cloud, but there was a small comfort in knowing Ember was by his side. He put on his boys' clothes, the only part of the day that felt remotely normal, and followed her to the hairdresser.

"There's my pretty one," Amy greeted him with a smirk. "Except for those clothes, of course. Let's get your hair fixed for school—come, sit."

Alex reluctantly sat down in the chair, the memories of yesterday's humiliation still fresh in his mind. "Let me detangle this first," Amy said, brushing through his hair. "Perfect. Now, let's add some protection and moisture oil."

She applied the oil, her hands moving with practiced ease. "This oil is wonderful—it'll make your hair shine even more."

Alex watched in the mirror as his hair began to gleam under the lights, but it was the pink, glittery tips that drew his focus. They felt like a beacon, signaling to everyone his femininity.

"Now, it's time to style it—my favorite part," Amy said, her smile widening as she began braiding his hair. "Did you enjoy the lip gloss yesterday? I could add some more for school today, if you'd like."

Alex clenched his fists under the cape, his anger bubbling beneath the surface. He knew she was trying to provoke him, to push him into reacting so she could make things even worse. "No, thank you, Miss," he replied, his voice tight but controlled.

"Such good manners today," Amy mocked as she continued braiding. When she finished, he had two braids on each side of his face. "Just a few hair clips and decorations, and you'll be ready to go."

She began placing the accessories in his hair with deliberate care—a pink bow at the back of his head, small clips decorated with pink with glitter, hearts, roses, and even lipstick kisses. Each addition made this humiliation worse.

When she finally stepped back, Alex looked at his reflection, horrified. Yesterday had been bad, but this... this was a new level of degradation. His hair, now styled even more femininely, shining under the lights. The pink tips seemed brighter, more sparkling, and the clips littered through his hair screamed of girlishness. It was as if his own hair was replaced by that of young girl.