Tug of War 55.1

Three days later…

…It's time to put things back on track… I need to remind myself of who I truly am… That was the mantra Timothy kept repeating to himself as he approached a certain house that sunny afternoon. However, as in so many aspects of his new life, it was a lot easier said than done. After everything that had happened at Matthew's house, the feminized boy was having a hard time even thinking of himself as Timothy; it seemed so much simpler to just accept that he was meant to be a girly girl named Tiffany… a girl who loved fashionable clothes, high heels, makeup and guys... 

But this is not who I really am! He told himself for the thousandth time. I'm Timothy, not Tiffany! I couldn't care less about cute outfits, makeup and all this girly stuff! And more importantly, I totally like girls… I always did! 

That part was even harder to convince himself of, especially after the way Matt had brought him to orgasm a few nights before, and how Timothy had took care of his boyfriend, enjoying every bit of it… literally.  

I just got carried away by the situation… Gosh, it had been, like, so long since I had some kind of sexual relief… I know there's nothing wrong about being gay... I've never been one of those jerk guys trying to prove what a macho man they are all the time… It's just that if I really liked guys, I would have figured that out sooner, right? I never thought of guys that way when I was growing up…

Timothy had concluded that there was only one way to be sure about his sexuality… he needed to kiss a girl – not some kind of little peck on the lips, oh no, but a wet, passionate kiss, just like Matt used to kiss him. He had no idea how he would achieve that, though…

…who would he kiss? 

The first person that came to mind was Kate. However, she considered him to be just one of the girls, and he doubted she would accept doing something like that. It was the same thing about his other besties... He just couldn't picture Alyssa, Chloe or Gabriella giving him a big French kiss. All of them were surer than ever that Tiffany was a straight trans girl. The feminized boy had an official boyfriend, after all, and they spent a hell lot of time looking at Timothy's hand, ecstatic about the ring Matthew had given him.   

"Oh, Ti-Ti, you lucky bitch!" Ella cried out, squealing with so much excitement. "That's a real diamond, isn't it? Gosh, you know it totally looks like an engagement ring, right? Are you sure that Matt didn't propose to you? Being such an airhead, you may have missed it!" 

"Shut up, Ella!" Timothy stamped his foot, angry, making the girls giggle. 

"Relax, girl" Chloe said, putting her hands around Timothy's shoulders. "Ella is just messing with you. The funny thing is that you always take the bait, don't you? Poor innocent Ti-Ti…" 

"But Ella's right about something…" Alyssa pointed out. "I've never heard of a guy giving such a fancy ring to a girl just to ask her to be his girlfriend. Matt is totally making it clear that he wants to have a future with you, Ti-Ti… a 'long future'" she finished, making Timothy swallow hard as Gabriella exclaimed 'lucky bitch' once again. 

Susan reacted to the ring with equal enthusiasm, going so far as to say – with her eyes full of tears – that she couldn't believe how fast her baby girl was becoming a woman. At that point, Timothy was no longer so sure that she was saying such things just to upset his father. It looked like the woman really believed that Timothy was a girl… and her daughter, of course. 

Richard seemed shocked beyond explanation when he saw the ring. There was indisputable proof that his son... his only son... now had a boyfriend. The man tried to hide his dismay by saying that he was overjoyed for his daughter, and that someday she would certainly be a good wife for Matthew, and spend his life taking care of her husband, like any decent woman should do. 

That was the crazy environment Timothy was trapped in. No one in his life treated him like the boy he used to be anymore; everyone was acting as if he really was a dainty little princess who didn't care about anything but being the girliest girl in the world. He was sure this was having a huge effect on him, to the point where he even started to believe that he might be indeed meant to be Tiffany. 

He desperately needed someone who could treat him like in the past, or at least as close as possible. And he could only think of one person for the job…

After ringing the doorbell, Timothy didn't need to wait more than ten seconds before saying a familiar face smiling at him. "Wow, Tiff, what a nice surprise!" said Martin, sounding as if nothing in the world could please him more than seeing Tiffany. 

"What do you mean by 'surprise'?" Timothy asked, putting his hands on the hips. "I texted you about two hours ago saying that I was coming!"

"Ohhh..." Martin seemed lost in his thoughts for a moment. "I thought you said you would come tomorrow. But the sooner the better, right? Come in! You look… so pretty, by the way!" 

Timothy had decided to dress casually for that day, but unfortunately it was so damn hard to find anything that didn't scream 'girl' in his closet. In the end, he decided on a pink tank top and denim shorts. The outfit still showed a lot of skin, but was the best he managed to put together considering the options available. 

Timothy even intended to go out without makeup, but his mom was there to dissuade him from such an absurd idea. "Stop being silly, Tiff! What will your friends think if you arrive at Alyssa's house with no makeup on your face? No, a little bit of mascara and lipgloss won't do the trick. You need full makeup, in a natural style, of course, since it is daytime. I don't know what came over you today. No girl likes makeup more than you…"

Yes, the feminized boy had lied to his stepmother about where he was going. For some reason, he thought that Susan wouldn't think it was appropriate for him to visit a young man in his house now that Tiffany had a boyfriend. 

Without choice, Timothy did his makeup, and then put his hair on a ponytail, remembering that it had been exactly how all that mess had started: an innocent ponytail, just to annoy his father. That silly charade had changed everything about him, as he could see in the mirror as he painted his lips with pink lipstick…

Although Timothy had given in on the makeup matter, his footwear was a different story. For the first time in many weeks, he left the house wearing simple flip-flops. He couldn't deny it was a weird experience, so used he was to wearing high heels almost all the time. Everything around him seemed bigger and taller, and from time to time he walked on tiptoe, unconsciously missing the heels' support. 

However, even if the feminized boy wasn't all dolled up that afternoon, he looked good enough for Martin not be able to take his eyes off his friend. He just couldn't help it… His eyes traveled all over Tiffany's body, from her beautiful face to her slender legs, completely exposed thanks to her short denim shorts, and then went back to her big breasts, temptingly squeezed by her tight tank top. 

At the same time, without even realizing he was doing so, Timothy started checking out his Martin's body, too. The guy was shirtless, which had never been a big deal before. The two boys had grown up together, after all, so Timothy had already seen his friend like that countless times. That day, however, it felt very different for the poor feminized boy…

OMG, has Martin always had such big arms? And what about his chest? There are muscles, like, everywhere…he thought, his mouth salivating. Wait... What the heck is wrong with you, Tiffany... I mean, Timothy! You totally should stop checking out Martin's body. You have a boyfriend, you slut! No, that's not the point, girl! I mean, man… Uggh… I am, like, totally confused again!   

"Umm... as I was saying, I wasn't expecting you to come today. That's why I'm dressed like this. Maybe I should put a shirt on, though" Martin said, perhaps realizing – in a rare moment of sagacity – where Timothy's eyes were looking and how troubled he seemed. 

"No!" Timothy cried out, holding one of Martin's strong arms with his delicate hand. "This isn't necessary, okay? Gosh, seeing you shirtless has never been an issue in the past. And you know what? I'm still the same person, Martin… We have always been buddies, remember? That's what I want... I want us to treat each other like nothing has changed!"

"If you say so..." Martin replied, scratching the back of his head.

"Fabulous!" Timothy giggled, clapping. "Now, where's your Xbox? I told you I'd come to beat the crap out of you, just like the old times when we used to play all day long."

"Ha! I don't know what you're talking about, missy! You've never beat me... no more than I beat you, anyway! And to think people say I'm the one who keeps forgetting stuff…"

"Oh, really? I'll show you, sweetie... I mean, man! Just wait and see… You won't know what hit you when I'm, like, done with you…"

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Hey, guys!

Sorry for the delay. I rewrote this part many times until I was happy with the result. The next part will come much faster, I'm sure!