Tug of War 45.4

"You're welcome, Tiffany. It's always nice to please a beautiful girl like you" Matt said, still looking at Timothy in that intense way that made the feminized boy's legs weak. 

"T-thanks" Timothy stammered. "A-anyway, it seems you're, like, totally good with gardening stuff" he added, trying to change the subject. 

"Well, let's say that my grandma isn't the only one in the family who is obsessed with flowers. My mom also loves taking care of her own little garden, and since I was very young I was kind of 'coerced' to help her if I wanted to earn my allowance" the boy laughed. "Nothing so hard… I just had to carry some fertilizer bags, dig holes in the ground, stuff like that… But even so I was able to learn a thing or two."  

"I see. You seem like a good son." 

"Ha! I hope my mom thinks the same" Matt said, with a charming smile. 

"But wait a minute…" Timothy started saying, with a finger between his lips. "OMG! Won't Mrs. Bennett get mad to know that you cut one of her flowers?"

"I doubt she will even notice it" Matt said, once again grabbing one of Timothy's hands and stroking it. "Don't let Grandma hear me saying this, but her eyes aren't the same anymore. That's why we keep insisting for her go to live with us. She hates such an idea, though, and says she won't abandon her house and that she doesn't need a nanny. Ha! Can you believe that? But even if she does notice that I cut one of her flowers, there's no way she will get mad. Like I told you, Grandma really likes you... And I've to say she's not the only one" Matt added, getting even closer to Timothy. 

"Look, a bench!" Timothy cried out, pointing to the other side of the backyard, desperate to make Matt pay attention to anything other than 'the girl' in front of him. "W-why don't we have a sit for a while?"

"Sure" Matthew said, looking even happier. "Sounds great!" 

Then, as Timothy was being guided toward the bench, he realized how stupid that suggestion had been. Noticing how Matthew's behavior was becoming more and more insinuating, wouldn't it have been a lot better for the feminized boy to simply say that he needed to go rather than suggesting that they should sit together on a bench located in an even more isolated spot? Timothy just couldn't understand what was wrong with him. It was like he had been hearing so much lately that he was airhead girl that he truly was becoming one…

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About fifteen minutes later, the two of them were still sitting on the bench – Matthew in a relaxed position, with his legs apart and his arms on the backrest; while Timothy was sitting modestly, with his legs firmly together and his hands on his lap, still holding the rose Matt had gave him.

Looking at the other boy, Timothy got envious since he couldn't even remember the last time he'd been able to sit like a man. Now that he was thinking about it, he realized that even when he was alone he kept sitting like a lady – Not just sitting, but also walking, gesturing and pretty much everything else. 

He concluded in horror that acting like a girl had already become second nature to him. What would happen in the future, then? When Timothy finally had the chance to behave like a boy again, would he be able to do so? Or would he hear for the rest of his life people saying that he behaved like a sissy? 

"Umm... are you still listening to me, Tiff?" Matt said, once again interrupted Timothy's thoughts. 

"W-what? G-gosh, I'm sorry, Matt! I just, like, got distracted for a moment 'cause... umm... 'cause..." 

"What? Is there something wrong with my shirt? Seems like you're looking at it." 

"Y-your shirt? No, there's, like, nothing wrong about it! I was in fact looking at... umm... your arms! Yeah, that is it, your arms! They are, like, sooo strong, aren't they? I bet you work out a lot!" Timothy finished, dumbfounded he had said something like that. Of all the excuses he could have come up with to explain his lost look, why did he have to say he had got distracted by looking at the other guy's arms? 

Just perfect, Tiffany! He told himself, angry. You're, like, such a genius! Now Matt will not only be totally sure I'm interested in him, but will also think I'm some kind of bimbo! 

"Thanks, babe" Matt said, smirking. "Yeah, I hit the gym sometimes, but I think football also helps a lot, you know. As I was telling you, I'm on my school team." 

Matt had indeed talked about it. During the previous fifteen minutes, he had talked about his classes, neighborhood and passion for sports. Timothy had to admit he seemed like a nice guy. Had they met in a different situation, they could have even become friends – which was strange, considering that almost all the 'sport guys' Timothy had ever met were jerks.

Maybe he's a jerk, as well, Timothy reflected. He can be just pretending to be nice because I am here. Isn't that what jerks do when girls are around?

"In any case" Matt continued, putting an arm around Timothy's shoulders. "You haven't said much about yourself yet, Tiff. I'd like to know everything about you!" 

Timothy felt panicked to be embraced like that and tried to do something about it. "Umm... Matt... Your arm..." 

"Don't worry, babe" he whispered in the feminized guy's ear, making Timothy shiver. "I just want to make you comfortable. This is the least I can do to thank you for spending time with me. I really love your company, you know…"

Then, completely trapped, Timothy felt Matthew's strong arm embracing him even tighter as his large hand started caressing Timothy's upper arm. How could it have gone so far? What was the feminized boy going to do now? 

Matt definitely had a muscular body – A body that couldn't be more different from Timothy's delicate, slender one. It was so weird… Had it always been like that? Had Timothy always been so much weaker than the other guys his age? Well, he was sure that at least Martin, his best friend, had always been much stronger than him. 

Timothy's mind then began to wonder who had the most muscular body – Matt or Martin. He wasn't sure, so the feminized boy tried to remember how he had felt the last time Martin had hugged him with his large arms…

Wait… Why the heck am I even comparing them like that? Why am I wasting so much time thinking about guys' bodies? OMG I totally need some kind of help! There is, like, no doubt I totally am losing my mind! 

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Sorry for the delay again, guys! I am trying to manage my time better to be able to devote more hours of my day to my TG stories! I really hope to be able to post more often soon! :-)