The sissy games

Part 71; The finals

"Welcome to the 153rd Final of the Sissy Games!" the voice boomed. "This is the moment you've all been waiting for! From the pink entrance we have Alex and his mentor, Ember! And from the purple entrance, Chriss and his mentor, Valeria!"

The crowd erupted with cheers, clapping and screaming as spotlights swept across the stage.

Alex walked beside Ember, he felt nervous as the noise echoed all around them. He leaned toward her and whispered, "They're going crazy... I can't believe this is entertainment for them."

Ember gave his hand a quick squeeze. "Then let's make sure this is the last time we ever see this crowd."

"Yeah," Alex said, forcing a little enthusiasm, though inside he felt smaller than ever.

They reached the center of the platform, facing Chriss and Valeria. Both looked just as tense, Chriss especially, since this was his first real shot at freedom. The four of them stood around a massive spinning wheel shaped like a jeweled crown, sitting in front of a grand stairway that led up to the jury. At the top sat her, the Lady herself, and the judges Alex knew all too well by now: Stacey, Amy, and Jade.

The Lady stood, her gown glittering under the lights. "Dear finalists," she announced, her voice carrying over the roaring crowd, "welcome to the finals, where we will decide who is the prettiest girl! Are you ready?" The audience screamed, and she gestured grandly. "Spin the Wheel of Themes!"

The wheel spun fast, a blur of flashing words and colors. The entire platform lit up with dazzling strobes as the audience chanted louder and louder.

It slowed. Wedding... Princess... Kawaii... Mermaid... until finally it stopped on Cyber.

"The theme is futuristic!" the Lady declared.

"Oooh, futuristic!" Jade squealed. "It's been ages since we had that one."

"I can't wait to see the outfits they come up with," Stacey added, smirking.

The Lady lifted a polished lever beside her. "But of course, every final has a twist..." She pulled it, and the wheel flipped like a coin, revealing a second side. Before Alex could read the new words, it spun again.

His chest pounded as it slowed after a few nerve-wracking seconds. Finally, it clicked into place: Disco Eyeshadow.

"Interesting!" the Lady cried. "Futuristic with a disco flair! Let's see how our teams handle that." She clapped her hands, and a disco ball descended from the ceiling. The floor below lit up, shifting into glowing squares like a dance floor.

"Listen carefully, contestants," the Lady's voice rang out. "You have five minutes to dance across the floor, stepping only on the safe colors shown on the screen. Reach the shops, gather what you need for the makeover of a lifetime, and return before time runs out. When the clock hits zero, you must work with whatever you've collected. May the prettiest girl win! ... GO!"

The screen flashed pastel colors, and the floor lit up with a mix of glowing tiles—some dark, some pastel, only the pastel ones safe. Music blasted through the arena, and the game began.

Alex and Ember carefully stepped across the tiles, moving toward the nearest shop. Every step made Alex feel like he was on display; the crowd's cheers followed his every move. They entered a nail polish shop.

"Okay, futuristic theme," Alex muttered, trying to focus. "What should we grab?"

"Anything metallic should work," Ember replied quickly.

They snatched silver and pink polishes and hurried out.

Across the arena, Chriss and Valeria had already reached the clothing shop, pulling outfits from the racks. Alex spotted them leaving. "We're behind," he whispered.

They moved carefully across the glowing tiles, but suddenly the music shifted, and the screen flashed new colors. Alex noticed it—Ember didn't. She stepped onto the wrong square.

A sharp buzz echoed, and Ember froze. Her foot was locked in place. A timer appeared on the screen: 15 seconds.

"Go without me!" Ember urged, her voice sharp.

Alex swallowed hard, heart racing. He darted forward alone, sprinting over the right tiles, and dashed into the makeup shop. His eyes scanned the shelves—metallics, shimmering palettes, eyeliners everywhere. He grabbed armfuls without thinking, then shouted back toward Ember, "What else do we need?"

"Something shimmering!" she called, straining against the lock. "If I were there, I'd pick it myself—but we don't have time!"

He stuffed random shimmering shades into his bag, praying he was choosing right. The timer hit zero, and Ember was released, hurrying to join him again. Together, they moved toward the clothing shop, just as the tiles shifted again.

Both teams stumbled more than once, the music speeding up, the floor flashing faster. Each misstep brought new panic, but somehow both duos managed to grab what they could before the countdown ended.

When the buzzer finally rang, the floor froze, and the Lady's voice returned. "Time is up! Let's see what you've managed to collect. Bring it all to the center."

They returned to the spinning crown. The Lady stretched out her jeweled hands dramatically. "These boys will now be turned into beautiful cyber girls. Teams, head to your colored rooms and prepare your makeovers. The catwalk awaits!"

Alex and Ember entered the pink room. Inside, it looked like a miniature salon—bright lights, mirrors, brushes, and tools everywhere. Alex sank into the chair in front of the mirror, his throat dry.

Ember began unpacking their supplies. "We didn't make it to the hair shop," she said quickly, "so I'll just have to style yours. But first, let's get the outfit on."

She handed him the clothes: a black crop top, tiny shorts, and a metallic silver jacket. Alex slipped them on reluctantly, then caught his reflection. His face burned.

"I look ridiculous," he muttered. "This is humiliating."

Ember placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "The makeup and accessories will pull it together. Trust me."

He gave a small nod, but his fists clenched in his lap.

Ember straightened his hair as best she could, then moved to makeup. Primer, foundation, the soft brush gliding over his skin—it sent shivers down his spine. Memories of punishments flashed in his mind, and he flinched.

Ember noticed. She bent closer and whispered, "I don't like doing this either... but this can be the last time."

"You're right," Alex breathed. "I'll stay still."

She began blending the eyeshadow. She wanted silver and pink, but Alex hadn't grabbed silver. Instead, she used pink and purple, blending them into bold wings, then added thick black eyeliner. When she turned to grab blush and highlighter, Alex caught sight of himself in the mirror. His own eyes—painted and shimmering—stared back at him, unfamiliar and unreal. He cringed.

Ember softened the effect with a gentle blush but left the highlighter aside. Then she lined his lips, making them fuller, plumper—at least 10% bigger. Finally, she applied the metallic lipstick, painting carefully, making sure every edge was perfect.

When she stepped back, Alex slowly turned toward the mirror. His heart dropped.

The face staring back at him didn't look like him anymore.
And it horrified him.