Tug of War 53.3 (Patreon)

As Timothy left the beauty salon with his stepmother and the girls, the feminized boy was still having trouble getting used to having long hair. It was very strange how heavy it felt, not to mention the way it always got in the way. Gosh, as if it weren't enough to have big breasts, now I also need to learn how to deal with long hair! And what about these nails? How am I supposed to do, like, anything at all with such long nails? The feminized boy wondered, disconsolate, while he kept trying to lower the bottom of the dress a little bit, but without success – his beautiful legs remained fully exposed. 

The looks he was getting as they crossed the mall towards the parking lot were scary, to say the least. The guys around were eating him with their eyes, not even bothering to disguise their lust. It made Timothy so nervous that he tried to quicken his pace, which was simply impossible due to his high heels and tight dress. 

And the night is just beginning... His hatred for his father reached a new level at that moment. None of that would be happening were it not for Richard, as the boy knew very well. Timothy then remembered what the man had told him the day before when he came home from Alyssa's house. 

"That boy you've been dating came here while you were out." 

"Who?" Timothy asked, afraid. "Matt?" 

"Who else could it be?" Richard raised his eyebrows. "Are you dating more than one boy at the same time by any chance?" 

"Of course n-not, Daddy! W-what did Matt want?"

"He wanted to see you. He said the two of you hadn't seen each other since… umm…" Richard made some vague gestures in the air, as if he were holding two melons at his chest. “... well... since your surgery." 

"And what did you say to him, Daddy?" 

At that point, Richard's grin became even wider. "I told him what any zealous father would say…" 

"You’ve been going out with my daughter for a while, young man. Don’t you think it’s about time to make it clear what your intentions are for her? I was your age once. I know that boys pretty often go out with girls just to have some fun. But I want you to know that I didn’t raise my daughter – my only daughter – to be one of those girls, do you understand me?"

"N-no, of course not... I m-mean, yes, of course I do understand you, sir! That's what he answered me" Richard continued, still with that wicked smile on his face. "I have nothing but the best intentions for Tiffany, Mr. Foster!"

"Oh, really? Could you be a little more specific?"

"Well... I... umm... I love your daughter, sir... I truly do... I... I'm not going out with her just for fun... I'd love to be her boyfriend... I mean... A boyfriend in a serious relationship, Mr. Foster."

"You'd need my permission to be her boyfriend! I don't care if people find it weird and antiquated. That's how things work under my roof!"

"O-of course, Mr. Foster!"

"Then what are you waiting for, young man? I'm here right now. Ask the question!"

"Umm... okay…would you... I mean... would you allow me to be Tiffany's boyfriend?"

"Very well, son. I give you my permission. You seem like a good boy who cares about her, after all. But don't make me regret trusting you!" 

"I swear you won't regret it, Mr. Foster!"

"And that's what happened, princess" Richard finished his narrative, looking deep into his feminized son's eyes in search of the despair he should be feeling. "He also asked for permission to take you out tomorrow night, when he will officially ask you to be his girlfriend. He begged me not to tell you anything we've talked about because he wanted to surprise you, but as you can see I wasn't able to control myself. I simply couldn't wait until tomorrow to see the smile on your face upon hearing that Matthew wants a serious relationship with you. You're happy about that, aren't you, doll?" 

"S-sure I am, daddy!" stated Timothy, who in fact was about to freak out. A serious relationship with another guy?! He definitely didn't see it coming, despite the fact he had already been going out with Matt for a few weeks now. This is, like, totally insane! He thought, deeply shaken. Gosh, how can I go back to being a normal guy if I'm going to be Matt's girlfriend? Is that it? Am I completely stuck now?

"Are you sure you are happy, honey?" Richard asked, delighting at the distress on Timothy's face. He wanted his son to beg not to be forced to be another boy's girlfriend. Richard would refuse such a request, though, even if Timothy promised he would become a real man this time around. All he wanted now was to make the stupid boy suffer. "You look a little worried." 

"Ohh... It's just... like... I don't think I have anything to wear for such a special occasion... like, anything at all! OMG, I totally need to go shopping tomorrow morning!" Timothy exclaimed, trying to sound as airheaded as possible to get even on his father. His mind remained full of dismal thoughts. What was it like to be in a serious relationship with someone? Timothy had never experienced this. Matt was the first person he had ever dated, after all. The feminized boy had a disturbing feeling that as an official boyfriend, Matt would no longer settle for just making out at the end of each date. He would probably want more. What would Timothy do then? How would he be able to keep hiding his little secret?

"Anything to wear?!" Richard exclaimed, awakening Timothy from his internal torment. "You have a closet full of every type of clothing imaginable!"

"Oh, daddy! You don't understand anything about fashion, do you?" Timothy asked, crossing his arms petulantly. "Did I ever, like, stick my nose when you were choosing a gun to go hunting or other manly stuff like that? Leave fashion to us girls!"

"Fair enough, princess. But are you completely sure that you are pleased about being Matt's girlfriend?"

"Totally, daddy! And you know why?" Timothy took a deep breath before continuing. That wouldn't be easy to say… "'Cos I totally love him, too!"