Tug of War 44.1

About two weeks later…

"Tiff, honey, are you ready yet?" Susan asked from downstairs. "Mrs. Bennett is waiting for us!"

"I'm coming, mommy" Timothy cried out, exasperated, wandering when his life had turned into a sequence of events for which he was always late because he spent so much time getting all dolled up. 

Not that it had been his choice, of course – he thought, annoyed, as he applied a fresh layer of lip gloss to his lips. Susan was the one who kept insisting that the feminized boy should never neglect his looks, and needed to suit his outfit and makeup for each specific occasion. 

The result was that Timothy needed to wear two or three different outfits every day, something unthinkable in the past, when he used to be just an ordinary boy. Not to mention changing and fixing his makeup over and over again, so much that he had even developed a habit (some people could even call it a compulsion) to check his face in the compact mirror at least twice every hour, even when he was in the classroom, which obviously didn't make his teachers happy.

Checking his pink lips one last time, Timothy winced as he faced the girl in the mirror. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but the boy had the feeling he looked more and more feminine by the minute. At that point, he was even having a hard time thinking of himself as a guy – and it was hard to blame him, considering he couldn't even remember the last time he'd worn any underwear other than some pair of lace panties. 

However, Timothy knew very well that such a feeling wasn't only due to the fact he had been wearing women's clothing and makeup all the time. There was also the damn hormonal implant… pouring female hormones into his body incessantly. 

The boy still remembered the desperation he had felt in that fateful appointment when he found out what Dr. Rowland was about to do to him. It was hard to forget something like that, of course, especially given that he had recurring nightmares about it. 

That day, when Timothy finally fully regained consciousness after the procedure, he already was in his stepmother's car, far from the doctor's office. It was when he started freaking out. He begged Susan to take him back there so that he could demand the doctor to take that damn implant out of his body. 

"Don't be silly, Tiffany" Susan said. "Dr. Rowland would never accept to reverse a procedure she just performed. I'm sure this would not be medically advisable. Also, what did I tell you about your language, young lady? I don't want to hear you saying vulgar words!"     

"It... It doesn't matter now, mom! Are you even listening to me? We have to do something about this implant! You heard what Dr. Rowland said, didn't you? When you leave this office you will already have a 'river of female hormones' flowing through your system. That's not what we planned! Don't you see how wrong it is?"

"You need to breathe, baby doll. You're getting hysterical."

"Don't you think I have reason for being hysterical?" Timothy yelled, angry. 

"Look, honey, I understand why you are so mad. I wasn't expecting Dr. Rowland to perform such a bold procedure today either. However, there is nothing we can do about it right now. It’s no use crying over spilt milk, right? So we have to turn the misfortune to our advantage."

"Oh really? How exactly, mommy?" Timothy asked, crossing his arms. 

"I don't like your tone, young lady. I'll only let it pass this time because I know how frustrated you are. But think about it for a minute. How do you think your father will feel to know that you got a hormonal implant? Wasn't your intention to take revenge on him? So now it's time for that! You just need to tell him that you can hardly wait for the hormones to transform your body and turn you into the girl you have been always meant to be. If Richard doesn't go crazy after that, then I don't know him." 

"Sounds fabulous, Mom, but there's a little problem… This isn't, like, pretending anymore! The hormones are indeed going to change my body, and guess what? I'm not happy about that. Not at all! You remember that I don't want to be a girl for real, right?"

"Of course, sweetie. But contrary to what you may be thinking, hormones aren't like magic. They don't work so fast, and for you to see some change in your body you would need to keep using them for a very long time." 

"Dr. Rowland said the implant will last for over a year! I don't know about you, mommy, but I'd definitely call it a long time!" 

"The thing is that you won't keep the implant on for so long, silly! Dr. Rowland caught me off guard this time, I admit that, but it won't happen again at your next month's appointment. We'll simply tell her that you didn't adapt well to the implant and then require an alternative treatment – Something like pills, that you will be able to throw away, as we planned before – without your father knowing any of that, of course." 

"Really? Simple like that, Mom? I totally don't like the sound of that. What I really want is to go back to Dr. Rowland's office right now and…"

"Stop being silly, Tiffany! I've already explained to you that this is a bad idea." 

"But..." 

"No buts, missy! I'm just doing the best for you. Do I need to remind you one more time what you begged me to do whenever I felt you were about to lose your nerve?"

"No, of course not, mommy" Timothy muttered, gritting his teeth and once again regretting making that stupid request to his stepmother at a time when he wasn't thinking straight. But how could he have known she would take this so seriously?

And worst of all, Susan wasn't the only person pushing him on the path of womanhood… Far from that, actually... 

----------

Okay, guys, I finally finished making not only Lyss and her gang but also some other characters who will appear in the images soon! Once again, sorry for the delay. Now that it's done, I hope to post many chapters in the coming days! :-D