The sissy games

Part 34; Points to win

"Something different again?" Alex asked confussed.

"Yeah, I guess after 145 games, they're running out of ideas. Not sure, though. They always manage to come up with something crazy," Ember said with a knowing smile.

They walked toward the main hall together. Just before they entered, Ember stopped and pulled Alex into a warm hug. "Good luck," she whispered, then leaned in to kiss his cheek. Alex felt his face heat up as his heart raced. His thoughts spun wildly. Were they a couple now? The question had been on his mind for a while now. He wanted to ask her but knew it wasn't the right time. He'd wait, but the uncertainty gnawed at him.

As they entered the hall, Alex scanned the room. Not much had changed. One of the boys, had seem Amy that was sure, with his long, intricately braided hair decorated with glitter and girly accesories. Oliver's yellow color was finally fading, but the pranksters were still sporting their pink locks and tiaras, talking to each other. While some boys were talking nervously to each other, others were deep in conversation with their mentors. A few stood alone, silent waiting to get over with it.

Then, the doors opened wide, and Alex stepped inside.

"Welcome to the 145th Sissy Games!" boomed a voice from the speakers. "Today's event is one you won't want to miss! Yesterday, our boys practiced their skills in high heels. Today, they'll compete in a series of three games, where the winner will earn the most points, and the loser gains the least. The mentors will use these points to buy clothing after Game 1, makeup after Game 2, and accessories after Game 3. Once the games end, the mentors will turn their boys into beautiful girls, using whatever they managed to buy!"

Alex's heart pounded in his chest. It was beginning.

"Let's start with Game 1," the voice echoed through the hall.

A large black curtain dropped, revealing an enormous hand holding an eyeliner pencil. Alex could see a red line far off at the end of the room.

"The rules are simple. Don't move when the lights are red, or you'll get a lovely touch of eyeliner," the voice explained with a playful, almost taunting tone.

The lights flashed red, and everyone froze. Alex didn't dare move. When they turned green, a burst of energy swept through the boys, and they all sprinted forward. As the lights flashed red again, Alex stopped instantly, his body rigid. In the distance, he saw the hand move. Black liquid shot out like a jet of ink, striking someone behind him. He couldn't look back to see who it was, but the sound of their yelp was enough to tell him they'd been hit.

Green again. The boys bolted forward. Alex was more cautious now, his eyes trained on the lights. They turned red again—he stopped just in time. But the hand was relentless, firing off two more beams of eyeliner. Alex breathed in sharply, trying not to move.

Green once more. He ran as fast as he could, but the lights switched to red quicker than he expected. He tried to stop to a halt but took one extra step. He flinched as he saw the hand shift in his direction. A stream of black eyeliner hit him squarely, pushing him back. Alex clenched his fists in frustration. He finished 5th in the game, which meant only four points for clothing.

Disappointed but determined, Alex was led to the waiting area with the others. He sat there, watching as the last few boys completed the game. When it finally ended, they moved on to Game 2.

The boys were led up a bridge to a large square platform. Once they were all standing on it, the bridges were pulled away, and the platform split into dozens of smaller squares. Each square displayed an image of makeup or something else feminine.

"Game 2 starts in three... two... one," the voice called out.

Alex tensed as the screen above him displayed an eyeliner pencil. A countdown from 10 began. He quickly scanned the floor and spotted a square with the same image. He dashed toward it, barely managing to squeeze onto the tiny space. He held his breath as the countdown hit zero.

The floor beneath the other boys gave way, dropping them into what looked like sparkling water. Alex let out a sigh of relief, but his eyes were drawn to Jorn and Danny, who had shared a platform. They struggled to keep their balance before both fell into the water below. The floor reset, becoming solid again, and a new image appeared on the screen—a nude-colored bottle.

Alex's heart raced. He scanned the floor, spotting the matching square and sprinting toward it. But Chris beat him to it, taking the spot. Panic set in. He had to find another square fast. At the last second, he threw himself onto a different platform just as the floor opened again. He narrowly escaped falling.

The game grew more intense with each round. Boys fell one by one, and soon, Alex was left with only two others. The screen displayed a new image—painted toenails. Alex searched frantically, but all he saw were painted fingernails. Time was running out. The countdown hit zero, and with a sharp gasp, Alex felt the floor disappear beneath him. He splashed into the water, its black color swirling around him, washing away the eyeliner from the first game. He swam to the side, exhausted and frustrated.

Six points. That's all he got for this round, the same as Steve, who had fallen with him.

Finally, they arrived at the last game—accessories.

"Game 3 is simple: grab a giant ring and place it over another boy to score. But if you get ringed, you lose points. Defend your base, or you'll be out completely."

Alex was given a watch, and the countdown began. As soon as the game started, he grabbed his first ring and stood guard over his base. So did everyone else. No one dared make the first move.

Then, Jake, desperate for points, rushed out and ringed Eric. That was all it took for chaos to erupt. Boys darted across the platform, rings flying everywhere. Alex was doing well, scoring five points, but his greed got the better of him. He left his base exposed, chasing after more points. He was just about to ring Oliver when his watch beeped.

He glanced down at it—a skull. Dread filled him as he looked back toward his base. Danny stood there, grinning from ear to ear. Alex had lost everything, finishing the game with just one point.

Defeated, he met Ember, and they headed to a separate room.

"You did so well! I really thought you were going to win with all those points!" Ember said, trying to lift his spirits.

"Yeah... but I got careless," Alex admitted, still frustrated with himself.

"Well, I'm glad you had fun with this one," she said, giving him a small smile.

"Now, let's see what I can do with those points," she said, sitting down in front of a computer. The screen displayed a variety of clothes, each with a point cost.

"Let's see if I can turn you into a pretty girl," she said playfully, clicking through the options