Tug of War 33.6

The first thing Susan handed to Timothy was a pair of tight beige panties that had a weird 'compartment' inside. "That's a gaff" the woman explained, seeing the boy's confused look. "As you'll notice, it's perfect for girls like you. This garment will be much more effective in hiding your little thing down there than simply tucking it between your legs. 

"What?!" Timothy cried out, outraged. "You can't be serious! Do you really expect me to put my... you know... inside this thing?"

"Don't start being a drama queen again, Tiffany! This is for your own good! You don't want any accident to happen while we're out at the mall, do you? You'll feel much safer being assured that no one will have a chance to find out your secret." 

Timothy was still not happy about that, but he knew that what Susan had said made sense. Feeling defeated, he put the gaff on, following his stepmother's instructions. It felt even more uncomfortable than he feared. That damn garment compressed his private parts so tightly that it was painful. Susan told him that he would get used to it in no time, but the boy thought it was easy for her to say so since she wasn't the one having her genitals crushed. 

He couldn't deny she was right about that garment's effect, though… His crotch looked completely flat, and much more natural than when he tucked his member between his legs. Timothy was sure that even wearing some skin tight pants, he would still look like a girl down there. He just didn't know if this was a good or bad thing... 

But if Timothy was unhappy about the gaff, it was just because he didn't know what Susan had planned for him next… As the woman opened a large box and took out two globes, the boy's eyes widened in horror.

"These ones…" the woman started, triumphantly, "are the best silicone breast forms that money can buy! Don't they look much more realistic than the little inserts you have been using? And that's not all. Once they are glued to your chest, you'll also see that they have the same weight and consistency of real breasts." 

"Glued to my chest?!" Timothy exclaimed, looking totally panicked. 

"Exactly, honey. You don't have to be so alarmed, though. Along with the glue, I also bought the special solvent that will make the forms come loose from your skin."

"B-but what's the need of this, Susan?"

"Is this how you really should refer to me, young lady?"

"Fine! What's the need of this, mom? Aren't the inserts doing a good enough job already?"

"You're right, sweetie. But today we need to be better than 'good enough'. We need to be excellent in every possible way to make your father throw in the towel!"

"But, mom... They are too big! I'll never get used to them."

"Don't be silly, Tiffany. Those forms are just B-cup size. It's true that they are bigger than your inserts, but not that bigger." 

"I still think..."

"Shhh... For now, just relax and let mommy do the thinking for you, okay? You'll thank me later."

Before Timothy could react, he was urged back into the armchair, and then Susan began to spread the glue on his chest. Soon, he felt the breast forms being attached to his body. 

"Don't move now!" Susan warned him. "You don't want your breasts to get 'crooked', right?" 

When she finally thought the glue had dried, she pulled her hands away, and Timothy immediately felt a jolt on his chest, as if some mysterious force were pulling him forward and down. Yes, even if the breast forms weren't exactly huge, they still weighed a lot, at least for someone who had never experienced having breasts before. 

Timothy observed horrified those alien mounts rising and falling with each breath, and the way they jiggled with every tiny movement… But maybe the worst of all was how real they looked. They had the same tone as Timothy's skin, and even the nipples looked like legitimate things. The situation turned even more disturbing after Susan used a little bit of foundation and concealer to blend the edges. The illusion was just too perfect… 

Timothy had never seen women's breasts in person, so he couldn't help it but started to get excited looking at those realistic forms, which was very painful thanks to the gaff. As the boy approached a finger to his chest, for a moment he even believed that those breast forms would be sensitive to touch, but he was mistaken. He didn't feel anything touching them, which was a relief, but maybe... just maybe... a little disappointing, too.

"Oh, I see how much you love your new assets, princess!" Susan said, clapping. "I told you, didn’t I? You definitely should start listening to me more!" 

"W-what?!" Timothy cried out, becoming hysterical. "No, mom! Gosh, it totally isn’t what you're thinking! I was just, like… I mean..." 

"You don't have to explain anything, honey bunny" Susan said, pleased to note that the more nervous Timothy got, the more girly his gestures and speech became. Very soon she doubted he would be able to behave or speak in any other way. 

"All young ladies your age are proud of their developing bodies, and have fun checking them. You're doing nothing wrong. However, we don't have time for you to play with your 'girls' right now since we need to finish getting you ready. Let's start with your bra and panties. Just look at them! Don't you just love this set mommy got for you?" Susan exclaimed, and Timothy gasped looking at the new pink lingerie set that was even prettier and sexier than the one he had worn before. He also wondered annoyed why Susan had to make him wear pink all the time. "This is from Victoria Secret, you know. You won't find better lingerie anywhere. God, I just hope I am not spoiling my little daughter too much…"

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Fifteen minutes later, Timothy and Susan finally returned to the main area of the salon, and the feminized boy had to fake a smile as he heard everyone saying how fantastic he looked in his new dress. 

Yes, he was wearing a dress – a white one, with floral print and a pink stripe around the waist. Timothy had obviously complained about it, as well, saying he was supposed to be wearing just a t-shirt and jeans for their trip to the mall, but Susan insisted that it would be much more shocking for his father to see him in a dress at night, and the boy needed practice wearing the garment. 

To complete his outfit, he was wearing 2-inch pink sandal heels, which left his delicate feet and painted toenails on display; and a pink purse, in which Susan put some makeup, a small mirror, a women's wallet, some wipes, and even tampons, which irritated Timothy immensely since he knew he would never ever need them. 

When they finally were able to leave the salon (only after Timothy promised twice that he would be back soon), the feminized boy found himself walking down the aisles of the mall again, and he knew that the experience would be much more frightening now that he was wearing a dress and high heels. 

How could that be even happening? Two weeks earlier, if someone had told him that soon he would be parading through the mall dressed like a girly girl, with his hair dyed blonde and his face made up, he would have laughed until his stomach hurt. Still, there he was, it was all real, and there was nothing he could do but to play along until Susan decided it was time for them to go home.

This wouldn't be easy, though... 

Not long later, Timothy saw three boys about twenty coming toward him, and his first impulse was to hide behind his stepmother. Susan, however, didn't approve such an idea. "What you think you are doing, Tiffany?" she asked. "Stop it right now!"

"B-but they are looking at me!"

"Of course they are! This is what boys do when they see attractive young ladies like you. This is the most natural thing in the world. Just lift your head and act naturally unless you want them to think you are some kind of weirdo." 

Timothy did as instructed, but he felt like dying as the boys passed by him and lusted after his body intensely. God, he was sure they had even undressed him with their eyes… 

"See, it wasn't so bad" Susan said, trying to calm him down. "And you deserve some male attention after all the time you spent at the salon getting all dolled up, don't you think? Oh, look, a jewelry kiosk! Wouldn't you like to take a look at some beautiful earrings now that your ears have been pierced?"

Timothy saw no sense in this, at all. It wasn't like he was going to start wearing earrings on regular basis, right? However, any excuse to get away as much as possible from those guys sounded wonderful to him. 

"Sure, mom! I'd love that!" he claimed, walking as fast as his high heels and corset allowed toward the kiosk, swinging his hips along the way. 

When he got there, he started looking at the jewelry, just to do something, but was interrupted by the voice of the attendant, whom he hadn't yet paid attention to. "Hi, miss!" she said, joyfully. "May I help you? Are you looking for anything in particular today?"

As Timothy looked up, his mouth fell open in a muted cry. That could only be a nightmare… He just couldn't believe who the kiosk attendant was…