Tug of War 29

"Take the plates to the dining room, Tiffany" Susan said. "Your father will be here anytime now."

After a whole day wearing a corset and high heels, Timothy could hardly wait to be finally allowed to go to his bedroom and get rid of those torturous things. It wouldn't be long... He just had to survive until after dinner and he would be free. 

Before that, however, he knew he needed to gather all his willpower to be able to look delighted about everything that was going on when he met his father. If he played his cards right, he had hope that Tiffany would be gone for good before the end of the night.

Picking up the plates, the boy headed to the dining room. Despite all his discomfort, he had to admit that – after so much training – he was being able to get around in an almost acceptable pacing wearing heels. To make it possible, though, he had to move his hips at every step, just like Susan had taught him, which made him feel ever more like a sissy.

The instant Timothy finished setting the plates, he heard the front door opening. He knew very well what that meant. Taking a deep breath and freezing a big smile on his face, he went to the living room. 

"Hi, daddy!" he cried out in a high, melodious voice, as he put one hand on his waist and wrapped a lock of hair with the other. 

Richard, who hadn't even had time to put his rifle away yet, looked at his son with so much fury and horror that the boy wondered if it wouldn't have been better to wait until the gun was safe somewhere before making his grand entrance. 

"You... You... Look..." Richard mumbled, with an immense effort. 

"Tiffany, who are you talking to?" they heard Susan asking from the kitchen. "Is your father home?"

"Who's Tiffany?" Richard growled at his son.

"Who else could it be, daddy?" Timothy giggled. "Do you see any girl here besides me? I realized that it made, like, no sense at all being called Timothy since I no longer want to be a guy… So now I'm Tiffany Rose Foster" he stated, remembering the full name mentioned by Susan earlier. "Oh, daddy, don't you agree this is, like, the prettiest name ever?" Then, addressing his stepmother, he yelled, "Yes, Susan, daddy's home!"

"Oh, hello, dear!" Susan said, entering the living room and kissing her husband on the cheek. "Why are you still holding this gun? You should put this in the case. Yes, that’s better. Now, what you think about your daughter's new look? At first, I thought this story of her waiting to be a girl was just a 'nine-day wonder', but I'm not so sure anymore since she seems very serious about it. She begged me so much to buy her some pretty new clothes... You have no idea how happy she looked when she saw this dress and heels. It was like Christmas to her! Oh, and I'm not sure if I should mention this, but she's even wearing women's underwear!"

"W-women's underwear?!" Richard's eyes widened in shock.

"Exactly, honey. And there's also the name and pronouns thing, of course. She made it clear that she wants to be referred to as a girl all the time. It seems that Tiffany is here to stay."

Richard took some time to absorb all that information before asking, "B-but how is it possible that he... fine, she..." he changed the pronoun after a disapproving look from his wife. "How is it possible that she suddenly got the right body to wear a dress? Look at her waist and chest... It makes no sense!"

"This is another thing I don't think I should discuss with you, honey. Girls' secrets, you know... But okay, just this time... Tiffany is wearing a corset to reduce her waistline and inserts in her bra. After she read about these possibilities on the internet, she practically forced me to buy such appliances for her."

Soon enough, Richard sat heavily on the nearest couch, looking completely defeated. Timothy noticed that his father was so stunned that he seemed unable to keep fighting. The boy was sure that at any moment the man would beg him to behave like a male again and would accept whatever condition his son imposed to do so. 

But then, when Timothy least expected it, an evil grin appeared on his father's face…

"What you need to understand, Tiffany" he started saying, "is that this situation is very hard for me. I'm an old-fashioned man, I admit, and discovering that my son, my only son, wants to a girl, is a big shock. But I also like to think that I'm a good father, so my deepest desire is to support you… However, I'm still not fully convinced that being a woman is what you really want. Tell me, the high heels, bra, corset... Isn't all this uncomfortable?"

"A little bit, daddy, but that's a price I'm willing to pay to look beautiful" the boy replied, defiantly. 

"Very well... So let me see. Right now, you depend on those things to look like a female, don't you? I mean, without the corset and bra, your body you looks like a boy's one, and I'm sure the heels help you to walk gracefully like a proper lady."

"Y-you're right, daddy." Timothy stuttered, his confidence suddenly disappearing.

"Then you should keep wearing all this the whole time, don’t you think? Not only to prove to me that you wish to live as Tiffany, but also to feel like a girl in every moment. I’m sure you can keep the corset and bra even to bed, isn't it possible, Susan?"

"Absolutely, honey" his wife said quickly. 

"So what you say, Tiffany? Do you agree with my suggestion or do you think this isn't worth it?"

Timothy had to fight the urge to tell his father to go to hell. For the first time, he even considered the idea of simply giving up that scheme. Everything was being so hard… But he was able to control himself. He wouldn't give up that easily… He just couldn’t! His whole future depended on it, after all.

"I think this is a marvelous idea, daddy!" he exclaimed, shuddering at the thought that he would be forced to use a corset even to sleep – if he was able to sleep, of course. "Thank you for being so good to me!"

"You're welcome, princess" Richard grinned again. "Now, all I want to know is if dinner's ready. I can't wait to see what my sweet little daughter prepared for me tonight."