Protest

You shook your head vigorously. Debasing yourself within Kristy's clothes was dreadful enough, but here she was, claiming that your boy's name, your real name, wasn't good enough!

"No way!" you protested, continuing to shake your head. "I'm a boy!"

Kristy laughs at you, a hand going up to her mouth, with Richard chuckling softly in the background. It was humiliating enough being in the position that you were, the fact they were laughing at you made the situation that much worse. You flushed red, glaring at the two of them.

"What's so funny about that?! you asked, frowning heavily. Kristy stopped laughing after a few moments, gathered up her breath and threw you a grin.

"You aren't a boy," she comments, "if you were you'd look like a boy." She examines you up and down, and strides towards you. You stepped back involuntarily, which she giggled at and moved closer faster. Then, Kristy started to circle you, looking you over, scanning you. Occasionally, you feel fingers sliding up into your hair and the random tug and pull.

"I-I am so!" you protest again, and then you feel a small, painful slap hit the back of your head, to which you yelp out.

"Shhh," she says, "be quiet, Sarah. I need to assess the damage and how I can fix it."

"Damage?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at her. "And my name's not Sarah! It's--" She reaches up, tugs your hair and pulls your head back harshly. The motion was enough to make you shriek.

Richard, meanwhile, seems to be watching this all go on, snickering and smiling the entire time. In fact, it seemed more like he was enjoying watching you be tormented like this.

"Sarah," Kristy said, in a condescending tone, "what did I tell you?" She tugged at your hair harder. When you didn't answer at first, she pulls again, even harder.

"N-not to talk!" you answered, whimpering. "A-and my name is--UNGH!" you shouted, feeling another painful tug pull at your skull.

"You got the first one right, but the second one..tsk tsk!" She steps around in front of you, hand still holding your hair tightly.

She looks over at Richard and smiles at him. "Richard, can you tell me what her name is?" she gestures to you with a finger. You looked over at him pleadingly, silently mouthing 'help.'

"Sarah," he responded, dishearteningly quickly.

"Good! Now, can you tell me what your name is?" she asks, looking in your direction. "If you answer correctly, I'll give you a treat! But if you answer wrong, well...I'll just leave that up to your imagination."

You gulped. How were you supposed to answer this? There were a few ways, but the two most obvious were to be submissive or defiant. You had no idea what punishments she had in store for you if you were defiant, nor what she meant by 'treat' if you would agree.