The sissy games

Part 24; Stacey

Alex made his way to the platform, joining the other two boys who were already waiting. His eyes scanned the obstacle course ahead. Only a miracle could keep him from finishing last. The thought made his heart race. As he watched each competitor take their turn, his nerves only grew worse. When the last contestant fell and the rankings appeared, it was clear: four of the others were moving on to the second round, but Alex wasn't one of them.

Ember led him away from the platform, her usual energy dampened by the somber mood. She washed the sticky pink gel off him, the smell of it lingering in the air as he stood, silent and defeated. Alex couldnt even choose a bath bomb, he was watching as it turned the water a bright, glittery pink. It was almost mocking in its femininity. Alex finally broke the silence.

"I'm screwed," he muttered, his voice low and shaky.

Ember wanted to comfort him, to tell him that it wasn't as bad as it seemed, but the truth was written all over his face. He had lost. "I hope whatever punishment they give you isn't too awful," she said, though even she struggled to sound convincing.

Alex looked at her, his eyes pleading. "What's the least bad punishment you've seen for someone who comes in eighth?"

Ember hesitated, trying to think of something that wouldn't scare him even more. "Well, the permanent punishments are definitely the worst. But the least bad? Maybe when Jorn had to dress up and walk in heels for three days? Or the beauty salon, where they do your makeup and nails—though those nails don't come off easily."

She was speaking more to herself than to him, and Alex could feel his anxiety rising. The idea of being dressed up, paraded around, or forced to wear makeup made him feel uncomfortable. He stared down at the pink, glittery water, feeling more trapped than ever.

"I'll be right back," Ember said, leaving him alone with his thoughts. Alex tried to relax, but his mind was racing. He needed to know what his punishment would be. When Ember returned, they both looked at the screen. Steve had secured first place, and next to the other boys' names appeared their punishments—everything from makeup to dressing up. Alex's name was last. They held their breath as the screen switched to his punishment: "Café Girl."

"What does that mean?" Alex asked, his voice desperate

"I really don't know," Ember admitted. "Let me see if they left any instructions," she said, heading for the door. "Will you dry off and get changed in the meantime?" she added as she left.

Alex got out of the bath and dried himself, his hands trembling slightly. He looked at the underwear laid out for him. It wasn't just panties and a bra anymore—it was a delicate lace thong, a bra, and breast forms. His heart sank. "Great, now I've got boobs for a week. Thanks, Oliver," he muttered bitterly, as he put on the thong and bra. But he couldn't bring himself to put in the breast forms. It was too much. He waited for Ember to return.

When she finally came back, she found him standing there, holding the breast forms with a mix of anger and shame on his face. "I looked around and asked, but all I figured out is that I have to take you to the stylist tomorrow morning. After that, you'll have to work."

"Work?" Alex repeated, the word foreign and threatening.

"Yeah, at a café," Ember said, shrugging. She could tell he was struggling with all of this. "Don't worry, we'll get through it."

"Working at a café? Dressed up?" Alex's voice was hollow, like he was speaking his worst fear into existence. This couldn't be happening.

Ember noticed the breast forms he was still holding and gently took them from him, helping him put them in place. Alex felt a surge of humiliation as he looked in the mirror. He now had atleast B-cup breasts, and the thong barely covered anything. It was so tight, so revealing. He could hardly believe this was happening to him. The red lingerie felt like it was burning into his skin with shame. Ember, sensing his discomfort, politely looked away, but he knew she'd seen everything. She led him to his room, and he went straight to bed, completely drained and overwhelmed by the day's events.