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If there was someone who got even more shocked about the Timothy's new look than the boy himself, it had to be Richard, his father. At first, the man didn't recognize that blonde bimbo (the term that came to his mind as he looked at her) who entered the house next to Susan wearing a ridiculously short red dress and sky-high heels. But then, he slowly started realizing who the girl was. He knew those big green eyes and button nose very well, after all... As unbelievable as it seemed, she was none other than Timothy, his own son…

The finding was so terrifying that Richard collapsed into the nearest armchair, shaking from head to toe and having trouble breathing. This can't be happening, he thought, desperately hoping he was just having a hallucination. What have I done to deserve such punishment? This can't be my son... 

"Look, Tiff" Susan started saying, excited. "Your father got so thrilled to see you after your makeover that he can't even talk. How sweet! Doesn't our little girl look absolutely gorgeous, Richard, honey?"

The man opened his mouth a few times but no words came out. When he finally managed to say something, his voice was hoarse and almost intelligible. "What is going on? Why is she dressed like this?" 

"Well, there's something I've to tell you, dear, but you need to promise me you won't freak out."

"What you have to tell me, Susan?" he demanded to know, his voice getting louder and louder now.

"Tiff has a date tonight."

"A date?"

"That's what I said, honey."

"With who? A guy?!" Richard asked, sounding threatening but also scared.

"Listen, Richard, I think it's time for you to face the truth. In any case, I'm sure you saw it coming,... Tiffany, your daughter, is not only a trans girl. She's also a straight trans girl, which means she likes boys. So yes, she's going on a date with a young man tonight."

Timothy, who had been listening to their conversation a few steps behind, expected his father to explode upon hearing that. Instead, he remained sprawled in his armchair, mumbling incoherent words. Reality had really hit him hard this time around, and Timothy would have loved to torment him even further, saying things like how much his loved his new look, and that he could hardly wait for his date to arrive. But Timothy simply just didn't have the strength to do so. He was feeling as lost and confused as his father, and feared a lot what would happen later that night.

Thus, he just stood there, looking at his high-heeled feet, and wishing for the first time that Kate, Alyssa and the other girls were still at his side. (They had said goodbye at the boy's door, after wishing him good luck on his date a thousand times.)

"Who's this guy, anyway?" Richard growled. 

"His name is Matthew" Susan started to explain, calmly. "He's Mrs. Bennett's grandson. You remember Mrs. Bennett, right? Our adorable neighbor? Good. We met Matthew yesterday at her house, and he and Tiffany got along really well. It was just natural for him to ask Tiff out." 

"Why wasn't I informed of any of this before?" 

"Because Tiff was afraid of your reaction. She's so excited about this date, honey… don't spoil it for her. Matthew is a good boy. You'll have the chance to see it for yourself when you meet him."

"Meet him?"

"Of course. He is coming here to pick Tiffany up."

Richard put his hands to his head, feeling more and more appalled. No, that wasn't a hallucination. His son in drag had really been asked out by other guy… None of that was going according to Richard's plans. He had thought – and hoped – that when Timothy started wearing women's clothes the whole time, he would be harassed and crushed by everyone around him. That would teach him a good lesson. 

Instead of that, though, it seemed like he was being accepted as a female. 

What's wrong with this damn generation? Richard thought, fuming. Timothy had made new friends, as the man could tell from the bunch of girls who went to a sleepover at his house the night before, and now he had even been asked out by another guy. Did this guy know who Tiffany really was? It couldn't be... Or maybe it could? Richard was beginning to believe that all the young people had been turned into a bunch of pussies. Yes... All thanks to this freaking liberal agenda! This is definitely destroying our nation…

"You're not going on this date, did you hear me?" he thundered, finally getting on his feet and glaring at his feminized son.

Hearing that, Timothy breathed a sigh of relief. The last thing he wanted was to go out with Matt, anyway. But then, suddenly, a sense of discomfort began to grow inside of him… There was he father, once again trying to boss him around and control his life. You can't play this damn guitar… You have to cut your hair and look like a real man… You're going to the Military Academy whatever you like it or not… It was what he used to say in the past, and now he was saying, You're not going on this date, with the same old intransigent and arbitrary attitude. 

It was clear that Richard hadn't learned anything yet, and this fact made Timothy furious. "Why can't I go, daddy?" Timothy asked defiantly, his hands on his hips, after crossing the room with firm steps – or at least as firm as his 5-inch heels allowed. "I thought you were, like, totally supporting me in my decision to live as girl! Don't tell me you changed your mind!"

Richard felt as if he had been slapped in the face. It was unbelievable that his son was willing to go so far just to win that stupid game. Now it was no longer merely about walking around wearing women's clothes… His son was talking about going out with another guy!

A reasonable person would realize that this was the time to throw in the towel. It was clear that the boy wasn't going to step back. However, Richard wasn't a man known for his reasonableness…

"You... umm… you can't go because no daughter of mine will be seen outside this house dressed like a slut!" It was the better excuse Richard could come up with.  

"C'mon, daddy!" Timothy rolled his eyes and stamped his foot, fully embracing the Tiffany persona. More than anything, he wanted was to torment his father, no matter what he had to do. "I'm not dressed like a slut, okay? Gee, compared to the other girls, I'm even covering too much!"

"I don't care about what the other..."

"Calm down, honey" Susan intervened, touching her husband's arm softly. "I know this is hard for you to understand – fathers tend to be overprotective of their daughters, after all – but I assure you Tiff isn't dressed inappropriately... She's just showing some skin, like all the girls her age. Also, she's a good, prudent girl. I had a good mother-daughter talk with her, telling our little girl how to behave when going out on dates with boys, and I'm absolutely sure she will do nothing that could disappoint or embarrass you. Right, Tiff, dear?"

"S-sure, Mommy."

"See?" Susan looked at Richard again. "Please, don't ruin her night, honey. She's so looking forward to this date… Especially after spending the whole day at the mall choosing the perfect outfit to impress Matthew."  

If Tiffany really were a girl, Richard thought there would be no way in hell he would agree with that. However, no matter how convincing she looked, the man knew his daughter was just a stupid boy in drag – a boy Richard wanted to make suffer. And despite his feminized son's confident and petulant words, Richard could see (now that he had calmed down a little bit) the fear in the boy's eyes when Susan mentioned that Matthew guy.

It was clear that Timothy hated that whole mess as much as Richard did – perhaps even more.  Such a realization made Richard change his attitude... 

"Well, I'm still not happy about it" he started, with a devilish smile. "But a good father needs to make sacrifices to see his beloved daughter happy, right? Very well, sweetheart. I'm sorry about what I said before. I didn't mean to hurt you. Of course you can go on this date."

"Oh, this is fabulous, Richard!" Susan clapped. "It's so nice to see you trying your best to understand and support our sweet girl! You're absolutely right. This is what a real father is supposed to do! Now what do you need to say, Tiff?"

"Umm... thank you soo much, daddy!" the feminized boy cried out, as enthusiastically as he could, making a huge effort to hug his father. "You totally are the best!"

And then, as though rehearsed, they heard a car stopping in front of the house. A little later, the doorbell rang, and no one had trouble guessing who was at the door…