Tug of War 57.2 (Patreon)

"What about Dr. Hoffman? Are you enjoying the sessions?" Alyssa asked.

Dr. Hoffman was the therapist that the girl had mentioned during the last sleepover at Timothy's house, and, in the feminized guy’s opinion, he was nothing more than a big charlatan. Timothy wouldn't even have went to his office had it not been for the fact that Susan almost dragged him there. 

"Don't be ungrateful, young lady!" the woman scolded her stepson, on the day of the first session. "Alyssa went to the trouble of scheduling an appointment for you, and even said the sessions are already paid, as a gift. I did some research and found out that Dr. Hoffman is a highly sought-after professional. His fees aren't cheap, you know. Alyssa is a true friend, there is no doubt about that. Fearing you could get cold feet about the whole thing, she called asking me to make sure you go to the session. She knows how important it is for your transition"

"Gosh, how many times do I have to tell you that I don't want to transition into a girl, Mom?"

"That's what you keep saying..." Susan smirked. "But as I told you before, you need to bear the consequences of your actions, sweetie. You were the one who begged to be treated like a girl, and for all intents and purposes, you truly are transitioning into a female. That's what your friends think. And who can blame them? You're just a natural, doll, and I find it hard to believe that you aren't enjoying being Tiffany, even if just a little bit."

"You know I totally hate it!" Timothy stamped his foot, pouting. 

"Oh, really? What about your dates? You seem to be getting along pretty well with your boyfriend. I still wonder what you two do when you get home so late..."

"I already told you that we just talk!"

"Sure, because talking is all a young man wants from a date." 

"Alright, he kisses me once in a while" Timothy admitted, blushing furiously. "You already knew that! But I only let him do so when I have no choice, and we've never gone further than that!" the feminized guy lied – the last thing he wanted was for his stepmother to learn what he had been doing with his mouth when he was alone with Matt. 

"I still think you're hiding something, sweetie" Susan pointed out, as if she were reading Timothy's mind. "I suppose you're in that phase where girls like to hide things from their moms. But you know you are being silly, right, princess? I'm just concerned about your well-being and safety. Have you told Matthew that you are slightly different from the other girls yet?"

"I'm not a girl, Mom" Timothy grumbled. 

"Stop acting like a baby, Tiffany! You definitely are a girl, at least for the time being, and it was you who chose to live like that. You should be honest with Matthew. He's a good boy and it's clear that he's crazy about you. I think he'll accept you like you are. Even so, you should address this issue when you two are in public, just in case he reacts badly in a first moment; or you could do this here at home. I could stand by you while you explain everything to him, honey. Wouldn't that be perfect?"

"W-what? I really don't know what's, like, wrong with you these days, Mom! Forget about it, okay?" Timothy cried out, distressed. Susan acting and talking like he was going to remain a girl indefinitely always drove him mad.

"Already, sweetie" Susan sighed. "All in good time, right? But I see that Alyssa is right. A bit of counseling will do wonders for you. Get changed and do your makeup. We don't have much time."

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It didn't take long for Timothy to understand why Dr. Hoffman was so popular. It seemed clear to the feminized guy that the therapist was there just to say whatever he believed his patients wanted to hear – with a few touches of pseudoscience here and there – which was just perfect for spoiled rich people, who not only believed but were sure that the world revolved around them. The man was in his forties; his copper-colored hair was combed back, revealing his broad forehead; his face was narrow and thin, with a big goatee, and small round glasses over his too-far-apart eyes. 

"Yes, Ms. Foster, I definitely think you're doing the right thing in transitioning to a female" he told Timothy during the first session. "As soon as you stepped into this office and I laid my eyes on you, I could see an intense feminine aura in you. I'm not talking about your appearance, though, but the energy you emanate. You would certainly be unhappy pretending to be a male since this is against your deepest nature. I'd even be willing to give you a psychological report stating that you are ready for your sex reassignment surgery right now, but unfortunately the medical community and the state isn't so open-minded, so you'll need a few months of counseling before that. I also have to say that you have been a very brave young woman for pursuing what is right for you. Not everyone has the courage to do so. You should be proud of yourself. Yes, I can see a bright future ahead of you, as a joyful and fulfilled woman, with a loving husband and children..."

What a joke! Timothy thought, fuming, as he left Dr. Hoffman's office, stomping firmly on each step despite the fact he was wearing high heels. Gosh, Is that weird guy really an accredited therapist? This is totally unbelievable!

However, when Alyssa asked about the sessions during the break in the cheerleading lesson, he told her a quite different story, perhaps believing that if the girl was happy, she would take it easy on him in the class.

"Oh, he's, like, totally amazing! The sessions are helping me a lot!"

"I'm glad to hear so, Ti-Ti" Alyssa smiled. "See? You should listen to me more often. I know what's good for you." 

"Has he given you permission to cut the little thing between your legs and get a real pussy?" Gabriella asked. 

"Not yet. He said this will still take a few months." 

"Gosh, this is bullshit!" Chloe exclaimed, angry. "What else do people need to see to understand that you are meant to be a woman?"

"I know, right?" Timothy sighed, pretending he was frustrated. "I just can hardly wait to be a full female..." he finished, shivering – Even knowing it was a lie, it was still disturbing to hear those words coming out of his own painted pink lips. 

"You'll get there, darling" Alyssa told him. "I'll make sure of that. But now, enough talking! We have work to do."

"But Lyss..." 

"No buts, Missy! The break is over."

Annoyed, Timothy got to his feet, but they had barely started again when they heard a knock on the door. Turning his neck, Timothy looked back to see who was coming. 

"Kate!" he exclaimed, surprised. Yes, it was Kate who entered the dance classroom, looking strangely embarrassed and nervous. 

"Umm... hi, Tiff" the girl said, without looking Timothy in the eye. 

"What do you want?" Alyssa asked, harshly. "Don't you see that we are busy here? But let me guess... I bet you came because you want more of Ti-Ti's sweet lips... I haven't forgotten the show you two put out that night" she finished, maliciously, making Gabriella and Chloe laugh. 

"What if I came exactly because of that?" Kate snapped back, with a sudden fury. "Are you jealous by chance, Alyssa?"

The two girls faced each other as if they were ready to kill, and Chloe and Gabriella looked from one to the other nervously, not knowing what to do. 

"Calm down, girls, please" Timothy intervened, startled, standing between the two of them. "We're, like, all friends, remember? Let Kate speak, Lyss."

"I... umm..." Kate started, finally looking at Timothy, which made her blush deeply. What did that mean? The feminized guy once again felt immensely confused. "I read your message that you were going to take part in the tryouts to choose the new cheerleaders and that Alyssa was going to give you some private lessons. Sorry I didn't answer you. It's just... well, in any case, I came to say that I want to join you. I want to take part in the tryouts, as well."

Kate, Gabriella and Chloe looked at each other as if they haven't understood what they had just heard. 

"You... a cheerleader...?!" Alyssa said slowly, with as much incredulity as if Kate were saying that she was going to swim across the Pacific Ocean. "This idea is..."

"Fabulous!" Timothy cried out, clapping and jumping. "Oh, Kate, this is, like, the best idea ever! It will be, like, so much easier to go through all this with you with me!" and then, after a moment of hesitation, he stepped forward and hugged the girl. 

Alyssa watched the whole scene looking shocked. "May I ask where did this sudden desire to be a cheerleader came from, honey?" she finally asked, in a cold, dangerous voice.

"Well, it's not like I'm really itching to join the squad. But if that's what Tiff wants to do, I feel like I should be by her side, supporting her. That's what friends are supposed to do, and she is my best friend. Who knows... it might even be fun."

"Oh, it will be totally superb! OMG, I know it will!" Timothy keep squealing excitedly, talking so quickly that it was difficult to follow him. 

"But I obviously have no idea how to be a cheerleader. So I would like to know if I can take part in your lessons, Lyss."

"Oh, really?" Alyssa said, mockingly. "Now you want me to teach you? You?! Why would I ever do that?"

"'Cause I am begging you, Lyss" Timothy stated, with sad puppy eyes. "Please, don't be like that. I think this will be marvelous for all of us!" 

After a moment of reflection, Alyssa finally gave in, "Fine, I'll teach you, Kate, darling."

"Yaaay!" Timothy cried out, shaking his pom poms, and for the first time smiling widely as Alyssa had told him to do countless times. 

"However... you need to remember that I am the authority in this room, so you need to do whatever I say! Did you bring any gym clothes? Go get changed and be back here in five minutes. What are you waiting for? I said now!"

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Hey, guys!

Just to make it clear, this story won't have mind control. I just want to clarify this because in TG fiction when we see a therapist it usually means  exactly  mind control hehe