Tug of War 48.2 (Patreon)

Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas guys! Hope you all are having an amazing day! :-)

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Just like Richard, Matthew got so stunned when he saw Tiffany that he couldn't say anything – although his reasons for that were quite different. The young man already knew that Tiffany was a hot girl … but not that hot. In that tight little red dress, she looked even better than Matthew's wildest dreams. He told himself he was going to do everything possible and impossible to make that dazzling girl his girlfriend. He was so intoxicated by her beauty that it was all that mattered to him now.

"Wow, Tiff" he started saying, with a silly smile on his face. "You… you look so…"

"Pretty?" Timothy suggested, batting his eyelashes. "Gosh, I totally hope you was gonna say that!" the feminized boy added giggling, and heard his father letting out a startled moan behind his back. This made him happy.

"No, saying you look pretty isn't good enough to describe you…" Matthew stated, still looking mesmerized. "I don't think I have ever seen a more beautiful girl than you in my whole life."

The boy said such words so intensely that Timothy felt a shiver down his spine. Yes, he knew he was playing a very dangerous game, but he wouldn't give up now – Not in front of his father.  

"Here, for you" Matthew continued, and just then Timothy realized he had brought flowers. He handed a bouquet of red roses to Timothy – which ironically matched his outfit perfectly well – and another one (yellow tulips) to Susan. 

"Oh, Matthew, you're such a gallant young man!" Susan cried out. "You surely know how to please a girl. Don't you agree, Tiff, sweetie?"

"T-totally, mom!" Timothy said, blushing. "Thanks for the flowers, Matt. I… I love them, like, so much!"

Matt smiled even wider at that, and Timothy finally took a minute to get a better look at him. It was clear he had put a lot of effort into preparing for that date. Not just because of the flowers, but he was also nicely dressed, with a dark gray t-shirt, copper colored jeans, black sneakers, and a leather jacket. 

Yeah, I can't deny he looks kinda handsome tonight, Timothy thought, but almost immediately he got appalled. OMG, what the heck is, like, wrong with me? Since when do I think guys are handsome?! Wait, Tiff... Just breathe, girl! I... I'm just confused... That's all! It's not like I'm attracted to Matt or anything, right? Gee, why am I even considering such an idea? I totally think that I am losing my mind and…

The troubled boy's thoughts were interrupted by a loud cough behind him, which made him scared – so much that he lost his balance on his killer heels, and he would have fallen to the ground if Matt wasn't there to catch him.  

"T-thank you" Timothy stammered weakly, feeling his delicate body firmly pressed against Matthew's strong one. Matt really had muscles everywhere, and they were so close that Timothy could smell the other guys' manly perfume and shaving lotion… All this was so weird for the poor feminized boy…

"So, Tiffany, aren't you going to introduce your friend to me?" asked Richard, the one who had coughed a little before in order to get his daughter's attention.

"W-what?! Oh, sure, I'm so sorry, daddy!" Timothy said, distressed. "This is Matt… I mean, Matthew… As mommy told you, he's Mrs. Bennett's grandson."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Foster" Matthew said, finally letting Timothy go and approaching Richard to shake the man's hand. Richard returned the handshake with a little more force than necessary, but the boy didn't wince. Looking at the young man, Richard concluded he seemed far from being a 'fagot'. Then why would he be interested in taking a sissy out on a date? The only possible explanation was that he didn't know who Tiffany really was. What should Richard do then? Reveal the truth and expose his sissified son to ridicule right there? No... He thought it would be best to let Matthew discover the truth on his own later that night. With luck, he would then beat the crap out of Timothy, as his dumb son deserved…

"Matthew, huh? Where do you intend to take my daughter tonight, young man?" Richard asked, playing the role of a father concerned about his daughter, but without pushing it too hard.

"Some friends of mine are throwing a little party, sir, to celebrate the latest victory of our football team." 

"So you play football?" Richard asked, scratching his chin. He couldn't help it but started wishing that this young man was his son instead of the pansy boy wearing a dress and high heels. Matthew seemed like a real man, although he also needed a haircut. 

"That's correct, Mr. Foster. Do you like football?"

"If a like it? Oh, you should have seen me playing football when I was your age! You would never believe what... But that's not the point here! Tell me, will there be drugs at this party?" 

"Drugs? No, of course not, sir!"

"What about alcohol? My daughter is a minor and I don't want to hear she has been drinking, do you understand?" 

It was hard to keep calm in front of someone as intimidating as Richard, but Matthew didn't look shaken at all. "Don't worry, Mr. Foster. I promise you I'll take good care of Tiffany. We will do nothing that could make you angry and I will bring her back safely." 

"Very well, boy. I'm going to trust you, but I want to see Tiffany back home before midnight." 

"Understood, Mr. Foster. I won't disappoint you. Should we get going, then, Tiffany?"

"Umm... S-sure, Matt. Let me just get my purse and I'm ready to go, okay?"

He then grabbed a small red clutch – inside which Susan had put his phone, keys, some makeup and wet wipes – and was guided by Matthew out of the house after blowing one last kiss to Richard and Susan. 

That was it. As insane as it sounded, he really was going to have a date with another guy, and there was nothing he could do to avoid it now…