Tug of War 37

"Wake up and shine, sleepyhead..." Timothy heard a soft voice calling him, and opened his eyes slowly. He then saw his stepmother's face smiling at him. 

"What time is it, Susan?" he asked, stretching and yawning. 

"Very early, sweetie, but we'll need plenty of time to get you ready, right? Today isn't going to be an ordinary day, after all."

Still drowsy, Timothy didn't quite understand what his stepmother was talking about. However, as he kept stretching on the bed, he suddenly became aware of the softness of his nightgown… not to mention the two unfamiliar mounds on his chest… 

"What the..." he started saying, but there was no need to finish the sentence as reality hit him hard, and he remembered all the events from the previous days. "Oh my gosh, this is, like, really happening, isn't, Susan?" he cried out, unaware of how girly his exclamation of shock had sounded.

"Mom, sweetie." 

"What?" Timothy asked, confused, looking around. Even in the dim light, he could still glimpse the elegant furniture and embroidered curtain of his new bedroom. 

"I meant you should call me mom, honey. Do you want to get grounded or something?" Susan asked, playfully. 

"Whatever, Mommy" Timothy said, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms, petulantly.

"That's better, doll. You'll be happy to know that I've already prepared a bath for you. You must get up now" Susan insisted, but Timothy remained paralyzed in bed, his gaze lost. 

Was he really going to do what he had planned? Would he really dare to go to school totally in femme? Not only that, but also tell everyone there that from now on his name was Tiffany and he wanted to be treated like a girl? 

Realizing how insane it sounded, the boy considered giving up the whole idea. However, as he remembered everything his father had done to him, he felt more determined than ever. No, he wouldn't give up – It was a matter of honor now.

Almost as if she was reading the boy's mind, Susan said, "You know you don't have to do it, right, Timmy? We can find another way to defeat your father without you having to sacrifice yourself so much." 

The boy got pleasantly surprised to hear his stepmother calling him by his male nickname for the first time in many days. He thought it sounded like a legitimate demonstration that Susan was truly doing all that just to help him. The idea that the woman had some sort of secret agenda didn't even cross his mind.

"It's all right, Mommy!" he said, smiling. "I know perfectly well what I am doing. At this point, though, I'm not so concerned about defeating my father anymore. Yeah, it would be nice and all, but what I really want to do is to humiliate him. And when everybody finds out that his only son is now, like, living as a girl, I'm sure he will feel humiliated beyond words. That will be my revenge."  

"But what about your own reputation, sweetie?" 

"Well, this is not like I'm planning to spend the rest of my life in this fuckin... sorry... freaking town. As soon as I finish high school, I'll disappear from here and live as a normal guy somewhere else. But this won't be so simple to daddy. He has his job and will have to stay here being tormented for a very, very long time. That's what he deserves… So, pretty please, don't let me give up, Susan. If you ever feel like I'm about to chicken out or something, I want you to push me harder!"

"Be careful if what you wish for, darling" Susan teased him, as she stroked his hair. "God, you have no idea how much I regret the day I suggested you to tie your hair in a ponytail... I definitely didn't think things would get this far. Maybe if you try to talk to your father and…"

"No! It's not going to happen, Susan! No after... this!" he said, opening his arms to indicate the bedroom around them.

"Fine, sweetie" the woman sighed. "I think your father definitely deserves to learn some kind of lesson, and since you want to do it so badly… I guess the least I can do is to keep supporting you. However, I need to know how serious you are about this new plan."   

"Totally serious, Susan."

"So, do you agree to be treated like a girl all the time, even when we are alone? Are you going to always call me mom from now on?"

"Yes and yes, Mommy."

"Very well, baby doll" Susan smiled widely, as her supposed reluctance went away in the blink of an eye. "Then now, for all intents and purposes, you are Tiffany Rose Foster, my sweet little girl! What are you waiting for, princess? Go take your bath while Mommy picks some outfits for you to try on! Don't you want to look stunning for your debut as a school girl? Oh, I bet you do!"