You try to relax

After helping Olivia move the clothes back to "her" room, you're left unsure of what to do next. Olivia’s getting dinner ready in the kitchen, the casualness in which she moves about the house with, shows she’s much better at acting like everything is normal than you would have expected. You find yourself unable to fully relax, as you have no way of knowing exactly when Olivia’s father will come back out of the guest room. You eventually decide to simply sit on the couch and watch TV, a rather normal activity for a Friday night whether you’re dressed as a girl or not. The TV turns on, the sound drowning out the goings on in the kitchen. You shift your weight from side to side, attempting to get comfortable with the small piece of plastic gripping tightly to your crotch, still not fully convinced it was a necessary addition. You eventually settle, doing your best to ignore it.

“I love this movie!” You hear the voice from behind you.

In a practical jump, you turn to look at Olivia’s Dad, as he stands glancing at the screen.

“My favorite scene is about to come up.” He says as he takes a seat next to you.

You hadn’t even had a chance to process what you were seemingly watching, finally looking at it to see a movie unfamiliar to you. Just a man and woman sitting at a table, discussing some matter that you assume is important to the plot.

You simply look at the man now sitting next to you and smile. It’s at this moment you start to question how good your disguise is at a close up range. All you can hope is that it’s convincing enough.

“I hope I’m not bothering you.” He says, possibly sensing your discomfort.

“No.” You say, trying to keep your voice as feminine as possible.

The both of you look back at the screen. The two character have now seemingly knocked over the table at the height of an argument, only to resolve it by embracing in a passionate kiss. You begin to wonder about the rating of this movie as the scene continues with the woman’s shirt being torn off her body.

“This came out when I was a teenager.” Olivia’s dad says, breaking your focus on the screen. “First movie I ever jerked off to.”

You don’t know how to respond to this. You look up just in time to see the woman’s bare breasts on full display.

“Sorry if that was too crass.” He says. “Olivia can tell you, I’m not the best at censoring myself.”

You turn to see him looking at you.

“Oh, no, that’s fine.” You respond, smiling out of nervousness.

“I have to be honest.” He says. “I was a little surprised that Olivia never mentioned you before.”

Your view is now fully on him. You attempt not to show the panic on your face, looking back at him with what hopefully comes off as casual curiosity, as sounds of moaning blare from the TV.

“But I guess she just likes to hide away her pretty friends.” He says with a laugh.

You follow in relief, letting out a light chuckle. You assume you might be flattered if you were truly the girl you’re pretending to be.

You both look back at the screen. The characters are once again talking, but now they are laying on a bed, both completely naked. You try your best to focus on what they’re saying, hoping you can grasp any of the plot in case he try’s to talk to you about it. Your focus is stopped, however, as you feel his hand suddenly rest on your bare leg.

You look up at him, his eyes still on the screen. His hand is large and warm, covering a pretty wide portion of your thigh. You freeze, not knowing how you should respond. Clearly your disguise is working, so getting up, or pushing him off could potentially ruin all the progress you’ve made with Olivia’s crazy plan.

You continue to do nothing, as you are lost as to any other option. That’s when his hand starts moving. Not away, as you had first hoped, but instead, it begins to slide lightly up and down. You try your best not to panic as he strokes your thigh. You simply remaining still as it happens, trying not to think about how strange it is, or how it feels slightly comforting.

Assuming the best thing to do is not think about it, you look back at the TV. There are now multiple naked people laying around in a candle lit room. What the hell is this movie?

The hand on you doesn’t stop, instead its motion increases, moving farther along the length of your thigh. As it makes its way back up, you feel it sloping down, moving towards the space between your legs. Your first thought is to once again ignore it, though as it moves even higher up, you suddenly think about the plastic cage that he’s seemingly in rout to make contact with. You know in this moment, you now actually have to do something, as you’re sure it would bring questions that would ultimately unravel this entire scheme. The only question is, what?