Tug of War 13

Timothy remained in a good mood for the rest of the day. However, it changed when he came home late afternoon. Susan greeted him cheerfully, saying he needed to hurry to get ready for the evening. When the boy went into his bedroom, he found on his bed a light pink short-sleeved t-shirt and a pair of white shorts that was even shorter than the one he had used in the morning. 

Knowing he had no choice, the boy just sighed and went to bathroom to get changed. When he returned, he started painting his nails, but soon he realized that Susan was staring at him strangely. 

"Am I doing something wrong?" he asked. 

"No, sweetie" the woman said. "I was just thinking... Do you know how you would look even better wearing those shorts? And when I say better, I mean that your father would hate it, of course."

"H-how?" Timothy asked, already fearing the answer. 

"Without those nasty hairs on your legs." 

"Wait a minute!" Timothy got distressed. "Are you really suggesting that I shave my legs?" 

"Oh, I'm not suggesting anything, Timmy. That was just an idea that occurred to me. But if you that was a bad one, just forget what I said. I'm sure your father will throw in the towel sooner or later, anyway."

Timothy thought about that for a while, and then finally asked, reluctantly, "But you think your idea could speed things up?" 

"Well, I think it's worth a try, sweetie. I mean, the hair on your legs will grow back, anyway, so you have nothing to lose. And who knows… Maybe that's the little detail that will help you to defeat your father once and for all. 

Timothy definitely didn't want to do that. But at the same time, he did want to end that madness as soon as possible, so he would finally be free to live his life as he wanted. "Okay, Susan. Let's do it" he said, without thinking deeply about the matter. He knew if he did so he would lose the courage. 

"Great, sweetie! And you won't even need to shave. I have a depilatory cream that will take care of everything for you. Just wait a minute. I'll get it!"

When Susan returned, she handed the bottle to the boy and told him to rub the cream all over his body. Next, he should wait for ten minutes before taking a shower. 

"All my body? You just mentioned my legs before." 

"C'mon, Timmy, just think about it. Don't you see that it will look very weird if your legs are hairless but your arms and torso are not? Your father may suspect something. Now, be a brave girl and do it for me!" Susan giggled. Then, seeing the boy’s mad expression, she added, "I'm just kidding, Timmy! But you know very well you need to get used to it. It's essential that I treat you like a girl when your dad is around, and you're supposed to be happy about it. Now go, honey, we don’t have much time."

In the bathroom, Timothy took off his clothes and began rubbing the cream on his arms and legs. That thing had an awful smell and was very slimy, but he forced himself to keep going. He got sad knowing that soon he would lose all the little hair he had on his limbs. It had taken so long to grow... 

Once he thought it was enough, he spread the cream on his chest, too. It had even less hair – only a few wisps around his nipples, but even so he knew he would miss them. He was so distracted thinking about it that suddenly an accident happened… Timothy squeezed the bottle a little too hard and a lot of cream fell on his belly, and went down to his groin! 

"Fuck!" the boy cursed. He hadn't planned to rub that thing on his private parts. His father would never see it, after all. But now there was nothing he could do. 

With his full body covered by that viscous thing, he started waiting, like Susan told him to do. The woman had said ten minutes, but after just three of them, the boy felt that something wrong was going on. 

"Susan, are you there?" he shouted.

"I’m right here, sweetie. Any problem?" 

"My body is burning! Should I take a shower now?" 

"Oh, no, Timmy, you have to wait little longer! Don't worry about the burning sensation. This is just the cream working on your skin." 

Timothy didn't like the sound of that, much less that intense discomfort, so he felt immensely relieved when he finally was allowed to go to the shower. Oh, that felt so good… But his contentment didn't last long. Soon, he saw all his body hair falling out, which was very distressing. He knew it was supposed to happen, but he didn't think it would be that weird. His body looked so different without the little hair it used to have... even girlish, although he was trying hard not to think it.

Besides that, his skin was a lot smoother and more sensitive to touch now. He even felt many shivers as he lathered his soft body... It doesn’t feel so bad, he thought, but immediately felt guilty for that. He was a guy … His body was supposed to be that soft and smooth.

"Susan, where's my shampoo?" he shouted again.

"I got you a new one, honey. Can't you see it?"

If she was talking about the pink bottle with flowers in the packaging, yes, Timothy could see it. He wasn't happy, though. "What's wrong with my old shampoo?" he asked, annoyed. 

"That wasn't the right product for your hair type, silly. That's why your hair looks so dry and full of split ends." 

"But Susan..."

"C'mon, Timmy, don't be so closed-minded. You're starting to seem like your father! Just try it today, okay? If you don't like the result, I'll give you your old shampoo back."

"Fine!" Timothy said grudgingly.

"Oh, and don't forget to use the conditioner I bought you, as well! This is next to the shampoo."

When Timothy stepped out of the shower, he noticed that his hair was indeed softer, but not in a good way. It just made him look even less like a male, not to mention the fact that his hair smelled like flowers!

"Ah, don't you look much cleaner now?" Susan said when she saw the boy,  wearing just a towel around his waist . "Also... Wait a minute, what you think you are doing, young lady?"

"W-what's wrong?" Timothy asked, so surprised by his stepmother's sudden change of attitude that he didn't even realize he had just been called 'young lady'.

"You need to wrap your hair in a towel when you get out of the shower, silly! Otherwise, it will get all tangled and full of frizz! I'll show you."

Susan then took a face towel and wrapped it in Timothy's hair, explaining him the whole process. "You need to pay attention because you'll need to it on your own in the future. Yes, that's much better now. Oh, but there is still a problem."

"What now?"

"Oh my God, you still have so much to learn about being a girl. Fortunately I'm here to guide you, sweetie. You can't walk around the house without covering your modesty. Let me help you fix that."

Then, without further notice, Susan pulled Timothy's towel, leaving him naked. The boy uttered an exclamation of horror, and did his best to cover his private parts. 

"There, there, there... You don't need to get your panties in a bunch. You have nothing I haven't seen before. That's how you're supposed to wrap the towel around your body, see? You must cover your chest, too. Wow, and now I can see your fantastic legs much better! I'm sure most of the girls would kill to have legs yours, Timmy... So slender and elegant! It's a shame that you hide them under pants all the time. Can you imagine how lovely you would look wearing a mini skirt?"

"Susan, please... My father isn’t here right now. You don’t need act like that." 

"Who said I’m acting, princess?" the woman winked slyly. "Okay, now spread this on your arms and legs" she said, handing the boy a new bottle. 

"Another cream? Really?" Timothy complained. 

"This is just a moisturizer. That depilatory cream can be very aggressive. You need this unless you want your skin to get irritated." 

Unable to argue against that, Timothy just sat down (remembering to keep his legs together, as his stepmother told him to do) and started spreading the cream. God, he couldn't even conceive a situation in which he would feel more sissified than now. There he was, with a towel wrapped around his head like a turban, and another one covering his chest, as he spread a moisturizer on his hairless, smooth legs, being awake of just how girly his hands and feet looked due to his pink nail polish. 

To make things worse, now not only his hair but also his body smelled like flowers thanks to the moisturizer! And his skin was so absurdly soft… Timothy didn't have a lot experience with girls, but he believed that when he finally touched one of them it would definitely feel like that. It was something disturbing to think about...

The only thing that encouraged him to keep going was the thought that if it was being so difficult for him, it would be much worse for his homophobic father. Yes, he doubted his beloved daddy would bear seeing his only son looking like that...