The sissy games

Part 53; Like a doll

Alex went into the fitting room and reluctantly put on the underwear. The t-string was by far the worst thing he had ever worn. His butt was only covered by a single thin pink line, making him feel utterly exposed. It was so uncomfortable, but he had no choice but to show it off. The humiliation felt endless, and while he wished he could say no, he knew the punishments would only get worse if he didn't comply.

He stepped out of the fitting room, and the girls clearly reveled in his embarrassment. "Oh my God, these look gorgeous on you!" one of them said, followed by, "You have such a great ass in those!" Laughter surrounded him, and then he heard an unfamiliar woman's voice, "Oh yes, and it even matches his nails!" Alex felt like he was shrinking, wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

Just as he thought it couldn't get worse, Stacey handed him another set—this time a purple thong, bra, and matching stockings. "Try these on too," she ordered, and once again, he had no choice. When he stepped out in the new set, the girls laughed even harder, feeding off his misery. Each time, their enjoyment felt like daggers.

As he returned to the fitting room to take off the outfit, he heard Stacey's voice again, "Choose one of the three sets and put it on." Alex chose the black lace set with the stockings and, defeated, asked, "And now?"

One of the girls opened the fitting room curtain and ripped off the price tags. "Put your own clothes over them. I'll pay for these," she said with a smug grin. Alex could hardly believe it—they were making him keep the lingerie on underneath his clothes. This couldn't be happening.

Amy paid for the lingerie, and they walked out of the store. The number of people staring at him grew with every step, and now with two noticeable bumps on his chest, even more eyes were on him. Amy grabbed his hand and dragged him into a clothing store. Alex's heart sank. If this was anything like the last store, he knew he was in trouble.

The girls each picked out an outfit for him—everything from a top and skirt to skinny jeans and a tube top. He had to try on each one and step out of the fitting room for all the girls, and worse, for all the customers to see, including some boys this time. The humiliation was unbearable, but he couldn't say no.

Eventually, they settled on black skinny jeans and a pink peplum top. Alex was mortified as he walked through the store, feeling the stares and hearing the giggles and whispers. "Alex, they're all jealous of your pretty clothes," Stacey said with a cruel laugh. He wanted to disappear.

Next, they dragged him to a store called Mahonia. Alex could tell from the outside that it was a makeup store, and his stomach twisted with dread. Inside, the girls looked first around for all kinds of make up, but eventually spoke to the shopkeeper and returned with smiles. "I heard you'd love a free makeup touch-up!" one of them said mockingly. The shopkeeper motioned for Alex to sit at a makeup station, and to make it worse, it was right by an enormous window where everyone outside could see.

The makeup artist began applying various creams, foundations, and highlighters while explaining each product as if Alex cared. People outside stared and laughed, their faces pressed against the glass. When it was over, his face was covered in powders, and as they left the store, Amy quipped, "You're starting to look more and more like a girl already."

"Your skin looks so soft now, almost feminine," Stacey teased.

Alex wanted to rub it all off, but he couldn't. How much more could he endure?

As they walked through the mall, Amy chirped, "Isn't it great they gave you a free touch-up?" Alex remained silent, praying he wouldn't have to answer. When she pressed, he finally muttered, "Yes, I guess."

The girls laughed cruelly. "Don't worry, Alex, we're far from done," Stacey said with an evil grin. His heart sank.

Their next stop was a shoe store called PerfectFit. The girls went wild, making Alex try on various pairs of shoes, from knee-high boots to mules and Mary Janes. They eventually made him leave wearing black glossy Mary Janes, though they bought a pink pair as well "just because."