The sissy games

Part 22; Painted shame

"No, please, not that," Alex begged, his voice trembling as he stared at the screen in horror. "I can't hide that, and it's way worse than the nails. It's on my face, Ember!" His voice cracked with desperation.

Ember stood there, feeling helpless. She knew this punishment was cruel, maybe one of the worst he had faced. She hated seeing him like this, but what could she do? "I..." she started, searching for the right words.

"You...?" Alex echoed, his eyes filling with a glimmer of hope.

"I wish I could help you, Alex," she said, her voice heavy with sadness. "I don't want you to go through this again at school. It's just not fair."

"Why? Why do they keep doing this to me?" Alex's voice was filled with frustration as he stepped out of the bath, his patience worn thin by the endless humiliation. He grabbed the pink towel, roughly drying himself off as if trying to wipe away the shame.

Ember's heart ached with guilt. She couldn't shake the feeling that this was all her fault. If she hadn't chosen him, maybe he wouldn't be suffering like this. But deep down, she knew that if it hadn't been her, it would've been someone else. Someone else would've put him through this. She walked over to Alex and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly.

"I'm so sorry you're in this mess. It's all my fault," Ember whispered, her voice breaking as tears welled up in her eyes.

When Alex heard her crying, all his worries about tomorrow seemed to vanish. He hugged her back, trying to comfort her. "It's not your fault, Ember. I don't blame you," he said softly, his words a gentle reassurance.

Ember felt a tiny bit better hearing his kind words, though the guilt still lingered. They let go of each other, but as Alex felt his towel start to slip, he quickly grabbed it, a little embarrassed. Ember noticed and quickly turned around.

"Sorry," she mumbled, feeling awkward.

Alex chuckled. "That's the least of my worries right now," he said with a grin. But when he looked at the underwear Ember had prepared for him—a green lace panty and bra set—his grin faded. The bra had a little gold heart hanging on a small chain between the cups. It was cute, but as he realized it was his favorite color, green, he started to blush. It wasn't just any set; it was chosen for him, specifically.

"You done?" Ember asked, sensing his hesitation.

Alex, who hadn't even put it on yet, quickly responded, "One moment," and struggled to get the bra on, fumbling with the straps.

Ember heard him muttering, "Stupid thing, just click in or something," and turned to help him. "Here, let me help you," she offered, fastening the bra with ease. "There you go," she added with a smile.

"Thank you... for choosing my favorite color," Alex said, his cheeks still flushed.

Ember blushed too. "Oh, um, yeah... I just wanted to cheer you up a bit," she stammered, trying to hide her nervousness with a smile. They then walked to his room together. After saying goodnight, Alex lay in bed, his mind swirling with thoughts.

The TV was on, showing that Jorn had been punished with a variety of clothes—high heels being the worst. A few moments later, the screen showed Tom and Noir walking towards the light, each holding a small piece of paper. Alex glanced at the nightstand beside him and saw something similar to what they had—a freedom ticket. He turned off the TV and lay there, reflecting on the day.

Despite everything, Alex realized he had genuinely enjoyed his time with Ember today. It was just these terrible games that had ruined everything. As he thought back on the day's nicer moments, he slowly drifted off to sleep.