Tug of War 40

As he walked toward his locker, about twenty later, Timothy was feeling completely numb and anguished. The situation had quickly got out of hand, and he wasn't sure about what to do now. In his hands, he was carrying a sheet of paper that was exactly what was troubling him so much at that moment – a copy of his new school curriculum. 

Just the week before, besides the core courses, Timothy used to attend electives classes like Audio and Music Production, World Literature, Philosophy, Political Studies, and Electronics and Media Technology. 

Now, however, it was all past, and Timothy's academic life was going to be very different. Crossing the empty hallway (the classes had already started, so there was no one around), the feminized boy checked the piece of paper again, almost as if he were foolishly hoping he had misread it at the school principal's office. 

…Fashion Merchandising and Design, Cosmetology, Home Economics, Culinary and Nutrition, Early Childhood Development and Education, Interior Design, Dance, Aerobics and Yoga, Jewelry Design... 

No, he hadn't gotten anything wrong before. Those indeed were the new classes he was expected to attend, and he doubted that Mr. Lambert would agree to change his curriculum again anytime soon.

It was terrible, and Timothy was sure it would even hurt his chances of joining the college he wanted. He had no idea that his father was going to play so dirty, and it just made him feel even more disgust for that cruel and detestable man. 

Well, at least my first class today is History, he thought, trying to cheer himself up. However, could this really be considered good news? Everyone knew Timothy in History class, and he was about to get in there dressed as a girl. Worst of all, since he was late, it would be impossible to enter the room without drawing everyone's attention. 

What will happen then? How will people react? He wondered, as he opened his locker to get his books. He was so engrossed in his gloomy thoughts that he didn't realize that someone was approaching him. 

"Wow, hi there, babe!" said a male voice right next to Timothy, scaring the hell out of him – so much that he dropped his purse, the sheet with his new schedule and his books. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to scare you" the guy apologized, and Timothy realized he knew him very well. It was Steven, who was also part of the basketball team, and one of Timothy's top bullies, right up there with Adam. He had shaved black hair, wide chin, and a large body. "Let me get your stuff, doll. This is the least I can do, right?" Steven smiled, crouching down. 

"T-thanks" it was all Timothy was able to mumble, feeling extremely nervous. Then, to make his discomfort and embarrassment even greater, he realized that Steven was in no hurry to collect his belongings because he was taking the opportunity to check feminized boy's legs closely, even trying to peek under his skirt, which made Timothy gasp and put his legs together tightly.

"Okay, I think I got everything" Steven said, reluctantly getting up some time later. "But tell me, babe, I've never seen you around – and trust me, I'd remember you – so I assume you're a new to this school, isn't it right? What's your name?" 

"T-Tiffany" Timothy said, lowering his eyes. 

"Tiffany… such a pretty name, and suits you very well. So, did they assign this locker to you? I have to say that I can't believe how lucky I am! This is right next to mine, see? I definitely can't complain about bumping into such a beautiful girl like you all day long after each class. The funny thing is that this locker of yours used to belong to a freaking sissy just the week before, can you believe it? I guess he just left school, which is a good thing 'cause no one liked that loser, anyway.  So, I guess you need help to get into your class, right? Don't I'll take you there. I don't want to see a pretty little thing like you getting lost or something…"

"T-thank you, Steven, but I don't think this is… like… necessary." 

"I insist. Besides… wait a minute… How do you know my name?" Steven asked, raising an eyebrow. "Now that I'm thinking about it, I don't think I mentioned it before."

"Well... I… Umm..." Timothy babbled, not believing how stupid he had been. 

"You will have to explain this to me later, doll, when I take you to the movies or something…" Steven said, putting a hand in Timothy's locker, and pressing the feminized boy against it. "I'm assuming you're new to this town as well, so I'll show you the place around. Sounds great, doesn't it? I'm sure we'll get along pretty well… This is your schedule, right? Let me check in which class you are supposed to be now."

"No, Steven, wait..." Timothy tried to stop him, but it already was too late. 

"…History class, and then Home Ec. But... There is something wrong here" Steven said, frowning. "This sheet says that your name… This must be some mistake, of course… Unless…" the guy started to seem furious as he slowly connected the dots. "This locker... Also, how did you know my name again?" he asked, getting even closer to Timothy. 

"I... w-well..." the feminized boy stammered, trying in vain to get away from the other guy, who was much stronger than him. 

"And why does this piece of paper say that you're called Timothy?" Steven demanded to know, looking truly menacing now. "This is you, isn't it, Timmy? You thought you could just put on a skirt and trick me, you son of a bitch" Steven yelled, feeling incredibly choleric and ashamed. He couldn't believe he had flirted with and felt attracted by what he could only call a perverted faggot. "You'll pay for this, sissy boy!" he punched the locker behind Timothy, making the feminized boy squeal and shudder. "Let's see how many other guys you'll be able to fool after I'm done with you!"  

Timothy closed his eyes as Steven raised his fist to strike another blow. This time, Timothy was sure the other guy's target wouldn't be the locker but his face, and there was nothing he could do to avoid it... 

But then, at the very last moment, Timothy heard Steven let out a groan of pain for some reason, and then something heavy hit the floor. When the feminized boy opened his eyes to find out what was going on, he saw Steven lying in a fetal position while another guy was kicking him hard – It was none other than Martin, his best friend.    

"What the hell is wrong with you, you jerk?" Martin shouted at the guy on the floor. "You were about to punch a girl… A girl!" he punctuated the last word with an especially strong kick. "Get out of here... Get out of here before I kill you!"

That was an order Steven didn't need to hear twice. Grunting and moaning in pain, he got up as fast as he could and ran away with stumbling steps. 

"Are you okay?" Martin asked Timothy, who still was trembling from head to toe. "Did he hurt you?" 

"No, I'm fine..." Timothy said, feeling immensely relieved and grateful. So grateful that he felt like hugging his friend, exactly like the week before in the locker room. On the previous occasion, Timothy had been able to control such an urge, but not this time… Before he knew what he was doing, he went towards Martin and threw himself into his arms, hugging him tightly. "Thank you so much!" Timothy whispered weakly, seeming about to cry. "I totally don't know what would have happened if it weren't for you. Thank you… Thank you!"

Timothy was feeling a mix of conflicting emotions. For one thing, he felt embarrassed and emasculated for being once again acting like a damsel in distress rescued by her knight in shining armor; on the other hand, though, he couldn't help it but feel so safe and secure in Martin's arms…

"Don't worry, it was nothing" Martin said, caressing Timothy's back. "I just don't know what's wrong with people around here these days. I mean, nothing would justify what that asshole was about to do! Be sure I'm going to report him! But don't think that everyone in this school is like him, okay? This is not the way to welcome a new student!" 

Timothy gasped once again upon hearing that, realizing that not even his best friend had recognized him. Martin was truly thinking he was some female newcomer! What was Timothy going to do now? Lie to Martin? Pretend he was indeed a girl to avoid further embarrassment? No, he couldn't do that... Not after what Martin had done for him. "I... I'm not a new student, Martin" he said, blushing. 

"Really?" the other boy exclaimed surprised, looking deep into the eyes of the girl in his arms. "Man, I guess I'm even more absent-minded than I thought... How can I not remember a girl like you? How do you know my name, by the way? Have we talked before?"

"Yes. We have, like, talked a lot..." the feminized boy then took a deep breath, just before adding, "This is me, Martin... Tim."

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Sorry for the delay, guys!

I had some issues with my computer during the last few days, but I think everything is working fine now! I hope to post a lot this week! :-)