Tug of War 35.1

It was already dark when Timothy – from inside his stepmother's car – finally saw his house approaching on the horizon. The relief he felt was such that it was impossible to describe. That incredibly tough day was finally coming to an end. The boy could hardly wait to finally beat his father, which would certainly happen that evening, and then lock himself in his bedroom and try to forget all the embarrassing situations he had faced during the last few hours. Oh, how sweet it would be to get rid of that dress, heels and makeup… 

Tiffany would finally be gone… 

However, as Timothy kept daydreaming about the end of his "femme days", he noticed something weird. Almost all the lights of the house were on, which meant that his father had come home a lot earlier from the pub where he and his buddies usually took some beers after spending the day hunting. This had never happened before, at least not that Timothy remembered. What would have motivated Richard to change his habits that day?

And that wasn't all… 

Timothy also saw a big delivery truck around his house, which was moved away as they got closer. Had his father ordered something? And why the delivery would have been made on a Saturday, at such an unconventional time? The boy had a bad feeling about it, as well. 

"Is there something wrong, sweetie?" Susan asked, parking the car in the garage. 

"Did you see that truck?" 

"Yes, I saw it" the woman answered, looking confused. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Umm... I guess I'm just being paranoid" Timothy sighed. "I'm so exhausted that I can't think straight." 

"Oh, poor little thing" Susan unfastened the seat belt and hugged her feminized stepson maternally. "I know today wasn't easy for you, but I have to say that you were amazing all day long. I'm so proud of you, honey! I just hope you still have some energy left for the final act... Your father is already at home, from what I can see."  

"Of course, mommy!" Timothy cried out, immediately sounding and acting like a perfect girly girl again. "I'm, like, soo looking forward to see what daddy thinks about my new look" he giggled. "I totally hope if he will like it as much as I do."

"We'll find out soon, Tiffany" Susan smiled. "Very soon indeed..." 

Timothy then left the car and walked toward the front door, trying to ignore the pain in his feet after spending the whole day wearing those high heels. He was also carrying many shopping bags, evidences of an entire afternoon visiting virtually all women's clothing stores in the mall. The boy was sure that this had been even worse than the salon, especially considering that Katherine had been at his side all the time. 

He doubted that someday he would be able to forget the humiliation he felt with the girl he had a crush on helping him to choose sexy lingerie… 

Oh, Tiff, you just have to get this lace pink nightie. This 'screams you'! And look, it comes with that adorable pair of bikini panties! Isn't it to die for?

Dresses and miniskirts…

No, no, no, stop being such a stubborn girl, Tiff! I'm telling you this skirt isn't too short! With legs like yours, it will look stunning! Now listen to your mom and go try it on! And don't forget to come back here so we can see you on it, okay?

High heels…

Yes, 4-inch high heels can be difficult for most girls, but you seem to have a special talent for walking on pretty shoes, Tiff. You'll master them in no time! And don't you love how precious those red pumps look like?

He also got many tops and blouses, some pairs of skin tight pants and shorts, not to mention the countless accessories – with Kate always encouraging him to try and choose the most feminine pieces. Timothy was aware that it had been just an act. Kate knew about Timothy's struggle with his father, and she was simply trying to help him out. Still, he would have preferred her to be a little less enthusiastic in her 'performance'. God, many times he thought she was being even more demanding than Susan. 

What the boy didn't know, of course, was that Katherine had been convinced that Timothy was a transgender, and what she was really trying to accomplish there was to help Tiffany to feel confident about her femininity so that she would be able to live like the girl she dreamed of being. 

Trying once more to push those memories out of his mind, Timothy kept walking alongside his stepmother. He was two steps from the threshold when he was surprised by the door opening. The person he saw standing on the other side was a tall man, whose body was so large that it obstructed the passage entirely – It was none other than Richard, his father. 

If Richard felt shocked or disturbed to see how his son looked after his makeover, he was able to hide such emotions perfectly well – Instead of shouting and cursing, as Timothy expected him to do, he smiled broadly and hugged the boy tightly. 

"Oh, princess, I can't believe how beautiful you look!" he exclaimed, kissing the top of Timothy's head. Now Timothy was more than sure he was delirious. There was no freaking way in hell that it could be possible happening.

And to his horror, there was still more to come... 

"Now I'm finally convinced, honey" Richard continued. "Looking at you, I see that a sweet and delicate little thing like you was never meant to be a man. Skirts and heels definitely suit you much better. God, you look just like your mother when I first met her. This is so incredible and amazing… although your mother has never been blonde, of course. Are you sure this is appropriate, Susan? I fear that the boys won't let my little girl alone with this hair color!"

"W-well…" Susan babbled, hesitating. Timothy thought the woman was as astonished as he was, but she soon regained her self-control. "Don't be such a killjoy, dear! Tiffany insisted so much to have her hair dyed blond... And what's wrong with some male attention, huh? She's a good girl and I'm sure she won't be some kind of easy girl."

"So I hope" Richard said, looking at his so-called son again. "You won't date any boy without my permission. Did you hear me, young lady?"

"Y-yes, daddy!" Timothy gasped, even more confused and desperate. 

"Good, princess. Daddy just wants the best for his pretty daughter."

"I... I know... Thank you, daddy..." Timothy stammered. "You... You got home early" he added, just because he felt he was expected to say something more. 

"I didn't go out today, dear." 

"Why not? What about your hunt?"

"I skipped it. The thing is... I couldn't stop thinking about how unfairly I treated you yesterday. I can't believe that I... well... that I almost hit you, my own daughter, when I had promised that I would support you in your transition into a lovely young lady. That was an unacceptable act, and I promise you it won't happen even again. So, as an apology, I prepared a surprise for you." 

"A surprise?!"

"Yes. I worked on it all day. Not alone, of course. I needed a lot of help to do a quick and perfect job. Just like you deserve..."

"W-what are you talking about, daddy?"

"Follow me, princess. You'll understand everything soon, and I think you're going to love it!"