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"~uhhh!~" moaned the girly voice from the speakers. "~uhhh! uhhh!~"

Peter repeated it, moaning like a girl, touching and dancing. The voice made him moan over and over, and say more things. It made him sing his lines in a singsong fashion, raising and lowering the pitch. He had to say them with a lilt, raising the pitch near the end of the sentence, almost ending in a little squeal. He was told to smile wide as he danced, and move his head from side to side, wiggling his whole body in ecstasy. If he didn't smile wide enough or sing his lines in a pretty voice, he would be told, and get little shocks.

The voice also told him to giggle like a girl, which made him blush very deeply.

"I'm such a pretty princess!" cooed Peter sweetly. "Uhhh! I'm little miss prissy–pants. I'm a nice sissy. Uhhhhhh! I obey. I like to dance and swish in the mirror. (giggle!)"

After a few minutes, he got more excited, despite himself. Suddenly, to his horror, he ejaculated, moaning and gyrating his hips wildly in excitement. Several drops of his semen coated the mirror.

The voice let him rest for a moment, and then told him to clean it with his tongue. He grimaced, but did finally obey after a couple of little shocks. He then felt suddenly tired, and lay back down in bed. He was so exhausted now. He was disoriented and didn't know if it was day or night, but he slept.

When he awoke, there was some food and water on the table. He ate and drank, and felt a little better. He was still scared, but at least now he thought he knew what was going on. He realized the meaning of the words on the clothing tags – they wanted to embarrass him and make him act like a girl while he was here. Maybe it was a bunch of perverts, getting off while watching him. 'Maybe they were recording it,' thought Peter. 'Maybe it was some kind of weird cult that sells the tapes to gay men, or maybe they just wanted to blackmail me later.' But that didn't make any sense, because his family didn't have much money.