Tug of War 35.2

"Where are we exactly going, Daddy?" Timothy asked as they climbed the stairs.

"To your bedroom, doll." 

"My bedroom?" the feminized boy exclaimed, not liking the sound of that. 

"Yes, but not this way."

"But my..."

"Your old room was in that direction. I'm talking about the new one, though."

"I don't understand, daddy."

"Let me explain then. I realized that a young lady like you needs much more space, don’t you think? So I thought of something… Do you remember the big room where I used to store my old stuff? Badges of honor, medals, old uniforms... Well, I moved everything that was there to another place, and then I got some builders and decorators to reform the room today. Only the best for my little princess" he stated with a twisted smile that made Timothy tremble. "Anyway, here we are" the man added, standing in front of a door at the end of the hallway. "Go ahead, dear. Let me know what you think of your new place." 

Timothy then turned the knob with a trembling hand and entered the room. What the boy saw inside was so horrifying that his heart missed a beat. He felt like he was coming into a giant dollhouse, and he thought that nobody but some kind of living Barbie doll could inhabit a place like that one. 

The room, after the reform, had pink walls with lace white and pink curtains, and many feminine paintings and motivational posters with sayings like "Keep calm and wear heels" and "wake up and make-up". There was also a fluffy hot pink rug on the light wood floor, and a big chandelier, that lightened the place gently. The furniture was predominantly white, and included a large bed, a delicate bedside table and a beautiful and elegant vanity that would make any girl jealous. Finally, there were some stuffed animals and dolls here and there, emphasizing once again how girly the owner of that room was supposed to be. 

"So, honey, do you like it?" Richard asked his son, clearly proud of himself. 

Knowing he had to keep in the character, Timothy answered, "Oh, daddy, I love it, like, soo much!" he exclaimed, feeling sick inside. Then, he addressed the question that was bothering his mind a lot, "But... umm... what about my old stuff? Is that in the other bedroom?"

"Oh no, princess. I needed that room to store the things that were here."

"Where are my things, then? My old clothes, books, CDs, guitar..."

"I don't understand, baby. Why I girl like you would need any of that crap, especially male clothes?" Richard asked, his fake smile turning into a cruel one. "Everything that was in your old room was donated or thrown away."

"What?!!" Timothy cried out, dumbfounded. "Even my guitar?" 

"Of course, honey. How could you even play that thing with such beautiful manicured hands? Do you want to break a nail or something? I got rid of all those things for your own good. Now you'll never again need to remember the time you used to pretend to be a boy. This was the least I could do after the way I treated you last night. From now on, you'll only possess pretty and feminine clothes and girly stuff. Isn’t that what you wanted, after all? To be a dainty, beautiful young lady?"

Timothy then realized how devilishly brilliant his father had been. Just when the boy was convinced that Richard was completely defeated, the man had actually put his son in a perfect lose-lose situation. Now Timothy had two choices: accept that he had lost the game, or keep fighting and deal with the loss of his beloved belongings without complaining.  

"You're right, daddy" Timothy whispered with his voice choked, feeling the tears coming to his eyes. "This is exactly what I wanted. I couldn't, like, be happier than I am now. You totally are the best daddy in the world…"