Tug of War 35.3

"So, do you think this is going to work?" Richard asked his wife some hours later, as the couple was getting ready to go to bed. 

"We need to wait and see, dear" Susan said, spreading moisturizer on her arms. "But I was with Tiffany a minute ago, and she's definitely shaken about everything that happened. I think she's about to give up."

"I hope you are right, Susan" Richard grumbled, annoyed. "Do you have any idea how much money I spent on that goddamn room?"

"You had no choice, honey. Don't you remember that you almost screwed up everything last night? You needed a bold move to get back into the game."

"Yes, yes… Let's see if it pays off" the man said, still angry. "I really don't understand that boy, Susan. Why doesn't he simply admit defeat right now? Isn't it better than living as a freak sissy?"

"We're almost there, dear" Susan patiently repeated. "But you need to remember that tomorrow will be another important day, so you have to be ready. Also, I told you already that she is not a boy. Her name is Tiffany, and she's your daughter."

"There is no need to keep this damn charade when we're away from that stupid boy!"

"Yes, there is. That's the only way to make sure that you're not going to make another mistake like last night. Do you want to win this game or not?" she asked, finally lying down on the bed, and turning sideways to prevent her husband from seeing the smile of satisfaction on her face. 

Oh, she couldn't be more pleased with the development of that little tug of war…

Richard's mistake had been something the woman hadn't anticipated, but she ended up being able to use it in her favor wonderfully well. She had been the one who had persuaded the man to reform that room in order to turn it into a super girly bedroom, after all, and then ordered most of the furniture online that very night. On Saturday morning, while Timothy was at the beauty salon, she even returned home  to talk to the builders and make sure that everything would be ready in time. Now, as she had planned all the way long, her stepson was stuck in that extremely feminine room – a room that perfectly matched the personality of the girl he was going to be… 

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Unaware of his stepmother's machinations, Timothy was crying like a baby on his new bed, hugging a soft pillow. He couldn't believe what his father had done to him. In one fell swoop, he had lost everything he had ever possessed. His clothes, his books, his CDs... But the worst of all had been the loss of his guitar. To the boy, it was much more than a mere piece of wood. With that instrument, he had learned how to play… he had written his songs… he had dreamed of a future as a professional musician... 

His guitar was like an old, real friend – And now it was gone. His favorite object in the whole world was gone. His father had had no reasonable reason to do something like that. Timothy was convinced that this had been an act of cruelty for cruelty's sake. 

"Very well, daddy" he murmured, wiping his eyes and getting up. He then approached his new closet (yes, the reformed and redecorated room had an attached closet, as big as a socialite's one), and took off the plain white nightie he was wearing as he looked around. "Here it is!" he said, picking up the sexy lace nightie Kate had chosen for him while they were at the mall. He then spent some time caressing the garment and enjoying how soft it felt. 

When he finally put it on, he checked his reflection in a full-length mirror. "Not bad" he told himself, smiling. The breasts forms gave the illusion that he actually had boobs, and even without a corset (perhaps realizing how sad the boy was, Susan had allowed and helped him to take it off that night), he thought his waist looked pleasantly thin. 

He then put on the matching pair of panties, which also were the sexiest one he had ever worn, and shivered at the feeling of the soft material slipping between the cheeks of his butt at the back. That was an unfamiliar but not necessarily bad feeling. Wasting no time, he next slid a new pair of nylons up his smooth legs, and put on a pair of 3-inch mule heels. 

Fully dressed, Timothy approached the mirror again, and noted how great his legs looked thanks to those shoes, not to mention how lifted his butt seemed. Yes, the heels weren’t easy to walk in, but they definitely did a good job at making him look fabulously feminine and attractive.

As Timothy returned to the main area of the bedroom and lay down again – making sure to swing his hips even more sensually along the way – his mind was already made up. He no longer cared about how humiliated he would feel for having to keep dressing and acting like a girl. He didn't even care about winning that crazy game anymore, he realized, as anger and hatred overwhelming his very being.

All that mattered to him now was to make his father suffer – suffer as much as the boy was suffering. And if that meant he had to become the girliest girl in the world, so that was what he was going to be.

One thing was for sure... Susan was about to get the dainty, almost overly girly daughter she had always wanted so badly…