Tug of War 48.4 (Patreon)

As they approached the dance floor, everyone stopped what they were doing to look at Tiffany. The feminized boy had already experienced something similar when he first appeared at school dressed as a girl. However, it was a lot worse this time around, considering how he was dressed…

The guys couldn't take their eyes off him, lusting after his body so avidly that the poor boy felt like a lamb surrounded by wolves. The girls, on the other hand, looked at Timothy with spite and envy, mad to see that unknown girl driving their boyfriends crazy like that. Timothy wasn't sure if it was the boys or the girls who scared him the most.

Oblivious of any of those concerns, Matthew seemed overjoyed to have the most beautiful girl in the party in his arms. He truly believed that was going to be the best party ever, especially considering the plans he had for after the party…

"Oh my gosh, Matt! I'm sorry but I... I don't think I can do that!" 

"Do what, babe?" 

"Dance! Not while I am wearing these high heels!" he exclaimed, pointing to his own feet.

"Relax, babe. I'm sure you will be fine. You walk on heels so well... It's almost like you were born on them! And have I told you that I love how they make your legs look like?" he added in a whisper in Timothy's ear. "So elegant and beautiful… I wouldn't complain if you decided to wear shoes like those all the time..." 

"T-thanks, Matt. That was, like, very kind of you, I guess? But I still think..."

"Just feel the song, Tiff. Remember that I am here with you..."

Realizing he had no choice, Timothy tried to do exactly that. However, the electronic song that was being played didn't make him feel anything at all. Timothy loved music, of course, but his thing was classic rock and folk. Then out of despair, he looked around and tried to copy the girls' moves, feeling incredibly silly and stupid. 

Gosh, this is, like, so unbelievable! He thought, as he swayed his hips shyly. Look what I am doing! I mean, when could I have imagined that I would be at a party wearing a dress and heels and dancing with a guy? 

"You're doing great, Tiff!" Matthew cried out, excited. Timothy wasn't so sure of that, but he definitely was trying his best. After so long pretending to be a girly girl, he at least knew how to move gracefully and delicately, what he hoped that would make his dance minimally acceptable – The last thing he wanted was people pointing and looking at him because he was acting like a clown. 

What he didn't notice at first, though, was that a lot of people were indeed looking at him, but not because they thought he looked ridiculous... They were in fact mesmerized by the hottie in that little red dress shaking her body sensually. It didn't seem to matter to the guys that she wasn't exactly a superb dancer… It was safe to say they were enjoying the show a lot, regardless of her ability… 

However, as expected, none of them were having as much fun as Matthew. At some point, he even grabbed Timothy from behind, and the feminized boy felt his butt getting stuck together to Matt's body, as he kept shaking his hips. 

Oh, gee! Timothy thought, stunned. And here I was thinking that this crazy situation couldn't get any worse... 

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"Go away!" Richard growled at the man who had asked if he was Timothy's father, without even turning around.

"Why so angry, my friend? I just wanna talk a little bit." 

"I'm not your friend and I have nothing to talk to you!" 

"Oh, really? I was convinced that a trans girl's father would be someone more reasonable and open to dialogue, you know…" the man said, loud enough for everyone around to hear. 

"Is a fight what you want?" Richard asked, punching the counter again, this time so hard that it almost broke in half. "Because if that's the case, you might get one!" he added, finally getting up and turning to the other man. He was so furious that his hands were shaking. Who did that bastard think he was to expose that Richard had an abomination as a son like that? 

He stared at the man in front of him. He was as big as Richard, and about five years younger. But it didn't weaken his resolve. Now Richard was already convinced that a good fight was exactly what he needed to ease his frustration. 

"I don't want to fight" said the other man, who clearly was as drunk as Richard – perhaps even more. "I told you I just want to have a little talk." 

"And I made it clear that I..." Richard stopped talking suddenly, looking better at the man in front of him. "Wait a minute... I think I've seen you before." 

"Of course you have. I used to be the basketball coach of your son... or should I say daughter? I'm Gary Smith" the man introduced himself, stretching his hand. 

Richard didn't shake the Gary's hand. Instead, he kept staring at the other man with hard eyes. "Get out of my way" Richard ordered, gritting his teeth. "Get out of my way or I swear to god that I'll punch you. I don't care if you used to be my son's coach." 

"Oh, I knew it!" 

"You knew what?" 

"That you still call him a son... not a daughter. Look, buddy, I'm not here to mess with you. I was just sitting over there and when I saw you I couldn't resist. I just want to understand, okay? You are someone admired by everyone in this town… You served in a war… And most importantly, anyone can see that you are a real man – a man who doesn't buy all this liberal crap, and understands that people need God, order and moral values. I've always respected you because I believe the same things. I've always seen you as an equal. And that's why I want to know… Why are you accepting this bullshit? Why are you allowing your son to walk around dressed as a grotesque imitation of a girl? He's never going to be a female… This is just impossible! No matter how much he mutilates his body! I know you agree with me. Then tell me... What's really going on?"