The sissy games

Part 46; Alex's client

It was Amy. She called the other girls over, and Alex grew curious. Peeking around the corner, he saw the boy—Scott—staring at the floor while Amy held his phone. The girls were huddled around her, looking at something on the screen.

What's happening? Alex wondered, he got real nervous. He noticed that familiar grin on Amy's face. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

Amy grabbed Scott by the arm, dragging him past Alex through the curtain. As they passed, she shot Alex a knowing look. A few minutes later, Amy returned alone.

"Alex, come with me," she said, her tone making him feel scared now.

"Uh, sure," Alex replied, swallowing the lump in his throat as he followed her through the curtain. When they entered the back room, Scott was seated and restrained by straps.

"Look, Scott," Amy said with mock sweetness, "this is Alex. He's an example of what you can expect. Excited yet?"

Alex looked at Scott, who was trembling slightly, fear in his eyes.

"You see, Alex," Amy continued, her voice dripping with a false innocence, "Scott here wanted to pay, but he left his phone unlocked. And guess what? No message about his dad being in trouble. He lied."

Alex's heart sank. This was bad. Really bad, he thought.

"But why, I wondered," Amy mused, giving Scott a cold stare, then turning to Alex. "Care to explain, Scott?"

Scott, pale and terrified, stayed silent. He looked at Alex as though hoping he could somehow save him. But Alex knew they were both trapped.

"Fine. Keep quiet," Amy snapped, her tone shifting to something more sinister. "But stay quiet when I give you the makeover of a lifetime!" she cackled.

Scott's eyes went wide with fear.

"Amy, please let him go," Alex said, his voice shaky but determined. "He's not part of the games. Why do this to him?"

Amy turned to Alex with a gleam in her eye, enjoying his discomfort. "Oh, Alex...feeling sorry for him, are we? Alright, I'll give you a choice. You can do his makeover...or I will."

Alex froze. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was being forced to either humiliate Scott himself or leave him to Amy, who would enjoy it even more.

"I'll do it," Alex muttered, feeling the weight of guilt pressing down on him. He didn't want to, but he knew leaving Scott in Amy's hands would be worse.

Amy's grin widened. "Oh, Alex! I knew you loved makeovers! You're such a girly girl," she teased, her voice dripping with mockery. She handed him a tray of makeup products.

"Start with his nails, girly. You can either paint them or do fake nails. Your choice," Amy taunted.

Alex's felt anger build up. He hated how she always belittled him. Trying to emberass him as much as possible in front of Scott, Alex chose to paint his nails blue—the least humiliating option he could think of. As he applied the nail polish, Scott squirmed, but he couldn't stop it.

"While those dry, why don't you give this boy some nice color in his hair?" Amy suggested with that evil smile.

"I can't. He doesn't deserve this," Alex said, feeling desperate.

"Alex, he lied and tried to ruin my fun. Don't you dare try to do the same," Amy warned, her eyes cold.

Alex fell silent, defeated. She handed him the hair cubes she'd used on him earlier. Fortunately, it wasn't permanent dye, but it still felt like a betrayal. He painted several strands of Scott's hair pink, knowing it was humiliating.