The sissy games

Part 78; sport day

Back in the room, Ember carefully wiped away the messy makeup Alex had clumsily put on himself.

"There," she said with a satisfied nod, dropping the cotton pad onto the desk.

"That's so much better," Alex sighed, relieved to be stripped of the sticky foundation and other colourfull make up.

They sat down together at the small table, waiting for the results of the match to appear on the screen.

"Looks like Erik took the win," Alex said, scanning the scoreboard. "And wow—Chris made it to the finals again. Impressive."

When Alex's own placement appeared, his stomach twisted.

"Third place..." he muttered. The punishment text flickered on the screen. "Blush?"

"Not mascara this time," Ember said softly.

"Yeah, last time I had to wear that for weeks," Alex groaned. "Now it's blush. Not much better, honestly."

Ember leaned her chin in her hands, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Come on, it's just a little color on your cheeks. Makes you look... cute."

"Cute?" Alex rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and don't forget, three more days of girl clothes."

"Hopefully those days go by quickly," Ember teased, giving him a warm smile.

They both laughed, the tension melting away. Soon after, they headed to bed.

The next morning, they woke up late. It was one of the rare free days for both of them. With Alex only in third place, there was no big makeover scheduled either.

Over breakfast, Alex leaned back in his chair. "So... anything we can actually do today?"

Ember thought for a moment, sipping her tea. "Well, I haven't worked out in forever. You get plenty of running around in the games, but I don't." She chuckled. "So yeah—I kinda want to go sport."

"Sport?" Alex asked, raising a brow.

"Definitely!" Ember grinned, tying her hair into a quick ponytail.

While she was already dressed in her sporty outfit, Alex pulled open the closet. His eyes fell on the neatly laid-out clothes waiting for him: a snug tube top and high-waisted jeans. Trendy city-girl clothes—definitely not meant for sports. But Alex knew the rules as well as Ember: he didn't have a choice.

With a sigh, he stood for a moment in his soft, feminine underwear. Ember glanced over and smirked.

"You know," she said playfully, nodding at the pink bottle on the dresser, "you should really moisturize."

Alex frowned lightly. "Moisturize?"

"Mhm." Ember walked over, picking up the bottle. The cap clicked open, releasing a sweet strawberry scent into the room. "I can help... but only if you want."

Alex tilted his head, smirking. "I don't know..." he said a bit confussed.

"Are you really sure you don't want my hands massaging you?" Ember asked with a grin, rubbing the lotion slowly between her palms.

Alex laughed, his cheeks already turning pink. "You're ridiculous."

"Maybe," Ember admitted, already stepping closer, "but I'm also very good at this."

Before he could protest again, her warm hands were gliding over his shoulders, rubbing the lotion into his skin with teasing care. What was supposed to be a simple lotion rub turned into soft laughter, playful touches, and stolen kisses.

For a moment, Alex forgot the punishments, the humiliating clothes, the eyes of the crowd. It almost felt like freedom, like Ember had turned the facility into something more than just a prison.

Eventually, they were dressed, cheecks blushed, and ready. Ember was excited to sport, and Alex resigned himself to his tube top and jeans. The two walked down the long hallways together, marveling again at how massive the facility really was, room after room, an arena, and now even a full sports school.

They were just passing a corner when they ran into Stacey.

"Hey girls," Stacey greeted with a smirk. Her eyes flicked to Ember. "Going to sport?" Then she looked at Alex. "And you're just gonna watch?"

"No, we're both gonna sport," Ember said firmly.

Stacey raised a brow, glancing at Alex's outfit. "Not in those clothes, I hope."

Alex sighed. "I mean... I don't want to either, but this is what I've got to wear."

Stacey shook her head dramatically. "No, no. I can't let you embarrass yourself like that. I've got just the outfit for you." She smirked, clearly enjoying herself.

Alex swallowed. "I'm not sure I'll like this..." he muttered.

"Hm?" Stacey asked, tilting her head.

"Nothing," Alex said quickly.

Reluctantly, he followed her into the nearby storage room. Stacey rummaged through racks of clothing until she finally returned, grinning triumphantly.

In her hands was a full girl's sports outfit.

Before Alex knew it, he was standing in front of the mirror in a pink floral yoga legging and a matching sports bra.

"This is much better, right?!" Stacey said, proud of her choice.

Alex tugged awkwardly at the straps. "...I mean, I can definitely move better in this."

"Exactly! See?" Stacey leaned closer, sniffing. "And wow, you smell nice too. Lotion?"

Alex's face burned. He waved awkwardly and quickly walked back to Ember.

"Oh my..." Ember said, her eyes wide at the sight of him.

"I know..." Alex muttered, his cheeks glowing hotter than the blush punishment ever could.

"Well," Ember said softly, "at least it's a private space. Just us... maybe a few staff, but no strangers."

"That's... a relief," Alex admitted.

Together, they trained, stretching, pushing, pulling, and running through sets of exercises. Despite his embarrassment, Alex felt freer in the sports outfit than he'd expected.

When they finished, both sweaty and tired, they cleaned up and Ember prepared dinner. Over the meal, she leaned closer with a sly smile.

"By the way," she said, "I heard a hint for your next game."

"Oh no," Alex groaned. "What is it this time?"

"Sticky or slippery," Ember said.

Alex frowned. "That could mean literally anything."

They both laughed it off and headed for the lobby. Alex was directed back to his side of the room, waiting for the familiar green lights to signal the start.

The booming announcer's voice filled the hall.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the 156th Sissy Games! Tonight, our girls will fight for freedom, or for lip gloss!"

Alex stepped onto the platform with the other contestants. Before them stretched a long runway, shiny and dangerous, dotted with spinning tubes of lip gloss that looked ready to trip, push, or slow them down.

"Are you all ready?" the voice boomed. "Because we're about to see who can strut their way down this glossy runway first!"

The crowd erupted, cheers shaking the hall, before quickly dying down as the wheel spun on the screen above.

Each name flashed by until it slowed... and stopped.

Alex.

His heart sank.

"That's no good," he thought. Every time he was forced to start, he ended up last. He had only been picked first twice before, but both times had gone terribly.

Still, he took a deep breath and stepped forward. "I better get as far as I can," he whispered to himself, trying to push away the doubt.