Tug of War 54.2 (Patreon)

They kept making out for what seemed like forever. Timothy was getting more and more aroused, in a way he had never experienced before. He needed to do something, and fast – Otherwise, the situation would get out of control pretty soon. 

"W-wait a minute, Matt" he said, breaking another hot kiss. "I... umm... I think I need another drink." 

"But your glass is still full, babe" Matthew pointed out, as he kissed Timothy's neck. 

"W-What? Umm... Yeah, I guess it is. Gosh, I am, like, so such an airhead sometimes… What about dancing a little bit then? As you said earlier, I totally love dancing!"

Timothy knew that it was far from a perfect solution, but should be enough for him to gain some time in order to be able to think straight again. You need to control yourself, girl, he told himself. You can't let Matt's attention affect you like that! 

But he knew it was much easier to say than to do… 

The dance floor was bustling with people, and most of the guys stopped what they were doing to watch Tiffany go by, which infuriated the girls with them. Timothy tried not to think about any of this, moving on without looking at any specific point, firmly clinging to Matt's arm.

They danced for a long time, and the feminized boy thought he did a better job than last time, despite all the tension he was feeling. The guys around, including Matt, clearly enjoyed watching the girl as she moved her body and wiggled her hips sexily in her little dress, with her breasts swaying nonstop…

Between dances and breaks for drinks, the hours went by. Keeping true to his word, Matthew stayed beside Timothy the entire time, except when the feminized boy needed to go to the women's bathroom to use the toilet and retouch his makeup.

"I hope you are having fun, honey" Matthew said at some point. "But I still have a surprise for you." 

"Another one?"  Timothy asked, shivering. He was almost sure he knew what Matt was talking about, and he didn't like it at all. 

"Yeah... and a big one this time. Let me show you."

He then guided Timothy to a small corridor at one end of the dance floor, where there was a narrow winding staircase. "Do you think you can climb the stairs with your shoes?" Matthew asked. "I can carry you if you want." 

"I think I can do that, thanks. But what do you want to show me?" 

"You'll see in a minute. Hold my hand."

They then went up the stairs slowly and carefully. Timothy once again thought of all the sacrifices that girls needed to make to in order to look beautiful and attractive. High heels were the least practical shoes in the world, that's for sure, and turned a simple action like climbing a staircase into a real challenge; even so, girls kept wearing them.  

When they finally got up there, a simple door led to a large terrace lit by dim yellow lamps. There were a few sofas and armchairs elegantly arranged around the place, with flower pots everywhere, and even a small garden in a corner. The terrace was completely empty, except for a couple kissing on a distant sofa. 

"So, what you think?" Matthew asked. 

"Oh, Matt, this place is, like, so beautiful!" Timothy answered sincerely, admiring the view of the river that ran through the town down below. "It totally seems like you know all the lovely places in the state" he giggled. "First that wonderful garden and now this terrace …"

"I'm glad you liked it, babe. Making you happy is the most important thing for me" he gallantly said. 

"Do you say that to every girl you bring here?" Timothy teased him, not sure why he was doing so. He just sounded like some jealous girlfriend. Why the hell would he care if Matt had already taken another girl to that place? 

"I've never done that before, Tiff. Not this way. I was saving it for someone special... someone like you. But that isn't the surprise I was talking about" he then took Timothy to the farthest sofa, next to the little garden, and held both of his hands. "There's something I need to tell you, babe… something very important. The thing is… I'm completely in love with you, as I have never been before, and I'll prove you that." 

He then reached into one of his jacket pockets and Timothy felt his heart sink in his chest. Omigosh, omigosh, omigosh! Is Matt about to do what I think he is about to do? What will I do then? Think, Tiffany... think! 

When Matt's hand became visible again, Timothy's fears came true. The guy was holding a small velvet box that could contain just one thing… "Tiff, I know this seems completely old-fashioned and stuff, but I'm sure that a romantic girl like you will love it."  

"A-am I a romantic girl?" 

"Of course you are… A girl who loves flowers, beautiful places and being cared for… And I promise that I will always take care of you, babe… Always! If you allow me, of course… That's why I want to know…" he opened the box. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?" 

Timothy's mind went blank upon hearing that. Did things like that really happen in real life? Matt had even kneeled in front of him! Did all guys ask girls to be their girlfriends that way? Timothy had never dated a girl, but he doubted it. Then what was wrong with Matt? 

Gosh, he definitely must love me, like, a lot! Timothy concluded, stunned. He then looked at the ring inside the little box – a very beautiful silver one with a bright and delicate solitaire diamond stone. The diamond didn't look fake, so the ring should have cost a lot of money.  

Matt is totally crazy! The feminized boy exclaimed inside his mind. However, at the same, part of him – a small part at first, is true – felt immensely flattered by that gesture. He just couldn't help it. That wasn't about the price of the ring, but the fact that Matt cared so much about Tiffany that he bought her a jewel just to make her happy. Timothy experienced a strange warmth in his belly. He definitely felt like someone special and loved. Was that how all women felt when receiving jewelry? As the feeling grew and started to overwhelm him, it was getting more and more difficult for Timothy to think of himself as a 'he'… as if his female persona was finally taking over. Tiffany felt silly thinking of herself as a guy when she was there wearing a dress, heels and make up and was about to become Matt's girlfriend.  

Oh my gosh, stop that, girl! No, not 'girl'! I'm not a girl! Pull yourself together, Tiffany! I mean, Timothy! I can't accept the ring! This is totally wrong! But gosh, it looks so precious…so marvelous… so pretty… It would look sooo perfect on my finger... No, that's enough, Tiffany! Geez, why do I feel drawn to this ring as if it were a magnet? Why do I suddenly feel like this totally is the thing I want most in the world? Stop that, Tiff! Focus, girl… focus!