Tug of War 20

"See? This is not so bad!" Susan exclaimed, barely containing her excitement at seeing her stepson wearing his first bra. 

"If you say so" Timothy mumbled, looking grumpy. 

"Now, sweetie, I'm sure you understand why this is so important, don't you? Your father nearly lost his mind last night just because you had a little bit of makeup on your face. Can you imagine how furious he’ll get when he sees you looking like a girl from head to toe? That's why you need a bra and inserts. But this is not enough, of course..."

"W-what you mean?"

"Look at the mirror again, honey. Watch your body closely and tell me, now that you already have breasts, what do you think is missing in order to make you look more feminine?"

"Umm... I'm not sure, Susan... I guess girls have larger hips and smaller waist?"

"Very good, sweetie! Even your father said that you need to lose some weight on your waist." 

"Yes, but I'm already dieting and taking those pills you gave me. There's nothing else I can do, right?"

"Oh, Timmy, I'm always appalled by how little you know about women's secrets. Aren't you the luckiest girl in the world for having such a helpful stepmother?" Susan giggled. "There is a quick way to shrink your waistline, silly, which as a result will even give the illusion that your hips are larger, making your figure looks more feminine and elegant."  

"How can this be even possible, Susan?" the boy asked, already afraid of the answer. 

"I'll show you, honey. I just need you to take a deep breath, please..."

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"Stop it right now, Susan!" Timothy cried out, as his stepmother tightened a corset around his waist. "You're killing me!"

"Try to relax, sweetie" the woman said, calmly. "It will be easier if you do so."

"How can I relax when I can't breathe?"

"Just use your upper chest to inhale. I know this is hard, but it'll be worth it. Also, I'm sure that in a few hours you'll even forget that you're wearing a corset."

"A few hours?!" Timothy finally freaked out. "You can't honestly expect me to keep wearing this fucking thing for..." the boy didn't have a chance to finish his sentence because at that moment Susan pulled the corset strings so tight that it made him scream and reduced his waistline a few more inches. 

"You deserved it because you cursed, young lady" Susan said as she tied the corset's laces firmly. "A well-mannered girl isn't supposed to say bad words, did you hear me?"

"But, Susan..."

"Don't start it again! I need to finish getting you ready for the day, and we can't afford to waste any more time. Sit on the bed now."

Timothy thought about keep protesting, but looking at Susan's face he knew it would be useless. The boy felt very vulnerable at that moment. The corset was so tightly tied that it was limiting his movements immensely, and he had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to take it off by himself. He couldn’t believe it was really happening. Why had Susan wrapped his body with such a torturous thing? 

But then, as he once again took some deep breaths (not so deep due his current situation), he was able to think better about everything. He knew Susan was just trying to help him, and she was truly committed to making him win that crazy game. However, how could she be able to do so when Timothy himself wasn't willing to cooperate? He felt bad. He knew very well that if he kept acting like that, he would never defeat his father. The corset was uncomfortable, true, but he couldn't deny that it made his body look much more feminine. As Susan had said... His father would certainly hate it. 

"Umm... I'm sorry, Susan" he said. "All I've been doing is complaining over and over again… I know you're doing your best to help and… well, I'll try to behave better from now on."

"I know you will, sweetheart" Susan said, smiling again and kissing his head. "You're a good girl, after all, aren’t you? Now sit down, please. I promise you the next stage of your metamorphosis, if we can call it so, will be much more pleasurable for you…"