Tug of War 43.2

"I'm not going, mom!"  Timothy cried out the next morning. "I've told you a million times that there is, like, no way I'm going!" 

"Tiffany Rose Foster, I want you to stop acting like a baby right now, did you hear me?" Susan shouted, looking so angry that the feminized boy flinched back. 

"B-but I can't do that, mom!" the boy protested again, pouting. "Nurse Grant told me that this freaking doctor is going to give me female hormones! Don't you see that this is too much? What will happen to my body if I take hormones, huh? I don't even want to think about it!" 

"Now, now calm down, little doll" Susan said in a soft voice, trying a different approach. She sat next to her feminized stepson, who was in his bed wearing another of his new sexy and feminine nighties (that morning a light purple one), and hugged him. "You shouldn't take this nurse's words so seriously. You may be freaking out for nothing, don't you think?" 

"What you mean, mom?" Timothy asked, as the woman stroked his hair. He couldn't help it, but he always felt so relaxed when being caressed by his stepmother like that… God, he just loved it.  

"She's just a nurse, sweetie. How can she be so sure about the treatment the doctor will recommend to you?" 

"B-but the thing is that I don't need any treatment at all, mom! I'm not a transgender for real, remember? What if the doctor indeed tells me to take hormones? What am I going to do then?" 

"You will thank her and say that you can hardly wait to start your treatment."

"What?!" 

"Think about it, silly girl. You need Dr. Rowland's word attesting that you truly are a transgender in order to attend school as a girl, don't you?" 

"Y-yes, but..." 

"...Therefore, you need to convince her that you have always wished to be being a girl. You need to respond enthusiastically to any suggestions that may help you achieve such a dream, even taking hormones."

"I still don't..." 

"...But it doesn't mean you actually are going to take whatever she prescribes you. Are you starting to understand now? We just need her to believe your story long enough to fill out a form stating you're a trans girl. After that, we can simply throw away any prescription she gives you."   

"Umm... I guess I got your point now, mom" Timothy said, biting his lips. "But I still think this is too risky. I mean, she's a doctor, isn't she? I bet she totally will be able to see that I am lying. I don't want to do that!" 

"Well, it's a good thing then that you begged me to push you harder whenever I feel you're about to chicken out, isn't it? This is the second time in just two days that I will need to do so, sweetie. I had no idea that such a request would be so useful. In any case, you're going to the doctor's office whether you want it or not." 

"No, mommy, I don't think you understood what I meant when I..."

"Enough talk, young lady. Go take you bath or we're going to be late. The bathtub is already ready for you."

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And that was how Timothy ended up at Dr. Rowland's office, being asked about his pretense gender dysphoria. Dr. Rowland was a woman in her late thirties. She had a professional but friendly face, and her black hair was tied in a tight bun. 

"Umm... I'm not sure about what to say, Ma'am" the feminized boy started, with a manicured nail between his pink lips. "Apart from that... well... I've always wanted to be a girl. This totally has always been, like, my biggest dream" his stated, just like his stepmother had told him to do.

"This is easy to tell, honey" the doctor smiled again. "I don't remember ever having a patient that looked as feminine as you even before the beginning of their treatments. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were a cisgender girl."

"Thank you, Dr. Rowland" Timothy said, lowering his eyes and blushing. 

"You're welcome, my dear" the doctor continued. "But I need to ask you some more specific questions, if you don't mind. When did you first feel that there was something different about you? When did you start wearing women's clothing? Please, answer me honestly. This isn't a test or something. I just want to know you better to in order to find out the options for you."

Timothy then lied saying he had realized he was different from other boys since he was very young, and that he had always felt more comfortable around the girls, as if he had always been one of them. He also said that the situation got worse at the beginning of his puberty, when he was jealous of the changes taking place in the girls' bodies, and hated the fact he was going to become a man, and was expected to act like one. 

Finally, he told the doctor he hadn't had a chance to try on women's clothing when he was younger because he had been raised by his widowed father only, with no women in the house. But the situation changed when his father married Susan, and he told his stepmother the whole truth about himself, hoping she would understand him. 

"How did this happen exactly? I mean, the first time you mentioned it to your stepmom" the doctor asked, and Timothy got even more anxious. Why was she making so many questions? Was she suspecting he was lying? The boy was nervous that he didn't know what to say next, but fortunately Susan was there to assist him. 

"I think my sweet girl still gets embarrassed talking about it, don't you, Tiff?" she said, looking at her stepson with a peculiar smile. "But you need to remember what the doctor said. She's here to help you. I'm sure she won't start judging you or anything like that. Let me tell you how it happened, Dr. Rowland. One afternoon when I got home, I heard a furtive noise from somewhere upstairs. That was very strange since no one was supposed to be home at that hour, and for a moment I considered calling the police. But then I thought I was overreacting... The noise could be just my imagination or something trivial like a bird stuck in the house. I didn't want to bother the police for nothing, so I decided to check what was going on myself. Grabbing a heavy fire poker, I went upstairs and found out that the noise was indeed real, and was coming from my bedroom."   

"Taking a deep breath" Susan continued. "I opened the door and looked inside the room… What I saw then was so astounding that I almost fell back down to the floor. No, there wasn't a thief in my bedroom… Just Timothy – as we used to call him at the time – wearing some of my clothes, including high heels, and with his face full of makeup." 

"...The poor little thing was so mortified to see me that he began to cry. After recovering from the shock, I went to him and said everything was okay. It took time, but Timothy finally calmed down enough to tell me what was going on. He then admitted that he had always been a girl inside, and that he couldn't go on living that lie... He was sick of pretending to be a boy… He wanted to be Tiffany, the girl he had always been meant to be. And that's how her new life began, Dr. Rowland."

At the end of his stepmother's narrative, Timothy understood what the woman was trying to accomplish there. All those lies would surely help convince the doctor that he indeed was a transgender. Still, it hadn't been easy to hear such a bunch of crap. Why did she have to make up a story that was so humiliating to him? He had never tried on his stepmother's clothes…    

"Well, it seems things are getting clear now, aren't they?" Dr. Rowland said, making some notes. "You're a lucky girl for having the support of someone like your stepmother, Tiffany. Many transgenders have a hard time being accepted by their families, you know… Now, I need to ask you something very personal, but it is important for us to plan our next steps. I know this answer may change over time, but presently how far do you intend to go in your transition? Do you see yourself undergoing a sex reassignment surgery in the future? Do you think it will be necessary for you to feel at ease with your body?"

"Sex reassignment surgery?" Timothy asked, wide-eyed. "W-what does this, like, mean exactly, Ma'am?" 

"Oh I'm sorry, honey! What kind of doctor am I when I don't explain things to my patients, right?" she playfully said. "It's just that most of the people who come here are already aware of what a sex reassignment surgery is…" the doctor added, and Timothy got paranoid once again. In his troubled mind, he was sure he needed to be a lot more convincing about his gender dysphoria or else the doctor would find out the truth about him any moment now. 

"In any case" Dr. Rowland continued. "A sex reassignment surgery, or SRS for short, is a surgical procedure to alter the physical appearance and function of a transgender person's sexual characteristics." 

"Let me simplify this for you, sweetie" Susan said, noticing that her stepson still looked lost. "If I got it right, what Dr. Rowland meant was that you can have a functional vagina through such a procedure." 

"A vagina?!" Timothy cried out, feeling about to faint. He instinctively brought his hands closer to his groin, as if he were trying to protect his penis from being cut off. 

"Your stepmom is right, Tiffany. Like I said, I'm not asking you to make a decision right now. You still have a long way to go, after all. I just would like to know what you think about it. Does this idea sound good to you? Do you feel like you need a vagina to feel like a complete woman?"