Tug of War 41

"Oh Tiff, it's a relief to finally see you!" Katherine said, as she reached Timothy. "Is there something wrong? Why did Martin walk away?"

"Because he's an idiot!" the feminized boy exclaimed, and then he hugged the girl and started crying. 

"I don't understand, honey" Kate got alarmed. "I thought Martin and you were friends. What did he do? Oh my gosh, did he hurt you or something?"

"No, of course not. He in fact saved me when a jerk from the basketball team was about to punch me. But after that..." 

"After that what, Tiff?"

"Well, he didn't believe me when I told him I'm dressing like a girl just to piss my father off, and got, like, totally offended thinking that I don't trust him enough to tell him the truth. But I was telling him the truth! Uggh can you believe that?" 

"Oh Tiff..." was all Kate said, patting the 'other girl's' back. In truth, Kate couldn't understand either why Tiffany hadn't simply admitted to Martin she was a transgender, but she knew she couldn't say that because of the promise she had made to Susan. Kate needed to be patient and wait until Tiffany was ready to admit she had always been a girl at heart. "Don't worry, honey... I know you two will make up anytime soon."

"I'm not so sure, Kate."

"Trust me, girl. Now, you should stop crying. I hate to see you so sad… not to mention that you are going to ruin your makeup!"

"I don't care about my makeup!" Timothy pouted.

"Of course you do! Girls like you always care about their clothes and makeup" Kate giggled. "Talking about that, I haven't had a chance yet to tell you how great you look, honey. I just love you skirt. So lovely!"

"You sure?" the feminized boy asked, feeling self-conscious. "Don't you think this is, like, too short?"

"Nonsense, girl. You look very fashionable and feminine" Kate stated, and Timothy blushed. Fashionable and feminine were definitely not the compliments he wanted to hear from the girl he liked. It was especially embarrassing for him to realize that once again he was dressed in a much more feminine fashion than Kate, who was wearing a simple white top, Capri jeans and flats. "Now come with me" Kate added, grabbing Timothy's hand and dragging him to the end of the hallway, where there was a ladies' room. 

"I can't go in there, Kate!" Timothy exclaimed, scared.

"Why not, honey? You are a girl, aren't you?" Kate winked. "At least until you has finished teaching your dad a lesson."

"But Mr. Lambert will get mad! He told me earlier today that I am not allowed to use the ladies' room!"

"Did he really say so?" Kate asked, furious. "Such a bigoted bastard! I can't accept that, Tiff. We're not in the Middle Ages anymore, and trans people have their rights!" Kate strongly said, almost as if she were at a rally. 

"But I'm not exactly a trans, right? Also, I don't want to get into trouble!" 

"Don't worry. If Mr. Lambert says something, you can tell him that I forced you into the bathroom. You need to fix your makeup, remember? Come on."

"Wait, Kate, I don't think..." Timothy kept protesting, but the girl wasn't listening to him anymore. When he realized it, he was already about to cross that once insurmountable portal that would lead him into that mysterious and sacred women's place…

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…Or maybe not. 

If Timothy was expecting to see something overwhelming and unforeseen in the ladies' room, he couldn't have been more wrong. The place looked pretty much like a men's bathroom, except for the obvious fact that there were no urinals anywhere in sight. 

"I'm worried, Tiff" Kate said some time later, while Timothy was working on his face.

"Why?!" Timothy froze. "Is there someone coming?" 

"No, nothing like that" Kate dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand. "Why would that be a problem anyway? I'm talking about your school schedule. This is very different from mine, you know... Don't get me wrong, girl. I bet those are the classes you've always dreamed of attending... to annoy your dad, of course... but the point is, I won't be by your side for much of the day, and I don't want you to be harassed again. I know very well how intolerant some people can be around here. I guess I have no choice… I'll have to talk to Alyssa Taylor."

"Alyssa Taylor?!" Timothy got so surprised that he almost pierced his eye with the eyeliner tip. "Why?"  

"Because from what I can see, your schedule is almost identical to hers."

"I still can't get it, Kate. I wasn't even aware that you knew Alyssa Taylor personally."

"Why not? Just because we look so different? Believe it or not, we used to be inseparable until middle school. But then… well… we grew older and our interests and hobbies became too distinct from each other. However, we live in the same neighborhood and still talk once in a while. Although sometimes I have a feeling she gets embarrassed to be seen with me... Ha! Don't look me like that, Tiff. I'm just playing with you! I know Alyssa may seem intimidating at first glance, but she's a nice girl when you get the chance to know her better. If you two get close, she can keep an eye on you when I'm not around."

"B-but it doesn't make sense, Kate! How can I get close to Alyssa Taylor? I doubt we share any common interests!"

"Oh really? What you say about the fact that you two are going to attend the very same classes? Isn't that common interests? And the way you are dressed... I bet Alyssa won't leave you alone until you tell her where you got your outfit. She'll love to discuss fashion with you."

"B-but Kate…" 

"God, I just fear you two will get along so well that you will forget about me" Kate said playfully. "Don't you dare to ever think about it, Tiff! You're supposed to be my best friend, okay?" the girl giggled. "Now finish putting your lipstick on, honey. You're so late for your class..."