Tug of War 18

"Hey, daddy! Glad you're finally home. Take a sit, please. Dinner is ready!" 

Upon hearing that, all Richard could do was stare dumbfounded at the creature in front of him who supposedly was his son. The so-called boy was wearing another of those ruffled aprons, paired with a pink shirt and a pair of flat Mary Janes shoes on his feet. His hair somehow looked even more feminine, and his slender, hairless legs were once again on display. 

But the worst was yet to come... 

As the boy approached the table to serve the food, Richard's fears were confirmed. "You're wearing makeup" he said. It hadn’t been a question, and Timothy knew it very well – just as he knew how stunned his father was about his made up face. 

"Oh, daddy, I'm, like, soo glad you noticed it!" Timothy giggled. "Susan did it for me, of course... Have I already mentioned how good she has been to me? Just like a fairy godmother…"

"Did you really allow Susan to put makeup on your face?" Richard asked, so astonished that for a moment he was unable to stay in character. This time he was honestly asking his son – in a man-to-man talk – how it was even possible that he would agree to something like that. Such idea seemed incomprehensible to him. Was the boy really willing to go that far just to make his point? Where was his male pride?

"I didn't allow her, daddy. I asked her – a lot – to do it for me."

"Why?"

"Oh, daddy, isn't it obvious? Because I loove being a pretty girl!" the boy stated, exactly as he had been forced to say in front of the mirror countless times some time before. The practice really paid off, because it sounded as genuine as if he were talking from the bottom of his heart… 

…So genuine that it was too much for Richard. 

The man’s body started trembling as he felt a fury so intense growing inside him that he thought he would go crazy at any moment. "You're a shame to me! Did you hear? An absolute shame!" he finally exploded, punching the table, completely unable to contain himself. "You…" but before he could continue, he saw Susan standing behind Timothy. The woman shook her head vigorously, in a clear gesture for Richard to stop what he was doing. 

It was enough for the man to recover some of his self-control. Without realizing it, he had fallen into his son's trap. He was doing exactly what the boy expected him to do, like a perfect idiot. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Then, finally able to see things clearly, he decided it was time to fight back... 

"You... You're a shame to me because you still can't act like a proper young lady!" he improvised. "You keep behaving as if this were some kind of silly joke!"

"W-what?!" the boy gasped. 

"A girl your age should be able to do your own makeup! You can't depend on your stepmother for everything!"

"But, Daddy, before this week I..."

"I don't want excuses, missy! It was you who said you wanted live as a female, isn’t it true? So I want to see some effort on your part! You should start using your free time practicing makeup until you can do it as well as Susan. And there's more... Every night I see your stepmother applying a lot of creams on her face and body before going to bed. If you truly want to be a girl, I think it's time for you to start taking care of your looks, as well."

"What a lovely idea, honey!" Susan said, finally coming into play. "Yes, I think a beauty routine would do wonders for Timmy! What do you say, sweetie?" she asked, now looking at the boy.

Timothy simply couldn't believe that. For a moment... For a brief moment he had been sure he was about to win that game. But then his father once again demonstrated an enormous willpower and controlled his anger. He sighed, realizing just how right Susan had been during their earlier conversation. He definitely needed to be ready for war if he wanted to defeat his father…

With no choice, he finally answered his stepmother, "Oh, I'd love that, Susan! It sounds just fabulous!"

"Splendid, sweetheart! We're going to start your beauty routine later tonight, then. Now, I think it would be nice of you to thank your father for giving you so much support in your new path of life."

"Oh, okay!" Timothy clapped, still pretending he was happy about all that, although in truth he hated hearing the woman talking about his ‘new path of life’. He knew it had been just acting, but even so he couldn’t help it but felt shivers running down his spine… "Thank you very much, daddy! I promise I'll try my very best to become a daughter that will make you soo proud!"

"That's good to know, princess!" Richard said, grinning. 

"Now that this is settled, let's sit down and have dinner, shall we?" Susan said, trying to liven up the atmosphere. "Oh Richard, honey, I bet you're going to love it! Our sweet little girl made the dinner almost by herself tonight! Just try her pork chops! I'm sure you'll feel in the clouds…" 

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Hi, guys! 

I'm still working on MILF! I already had almost everything written but I wasn't happy with how it came out so I'm rewriting it. I'll post the final chapters soon!