Tug of War 11

"Let me help you put this on so you won't dirty your pretty new clothes, sweetie" Susan smiled, holding an apron. Not an ordinary apron, though. It was terribly girly – something that just some kind of Stepford wife would wear. It was light green and pink with white polka dots and flowers patterns. After Susan putted it on him, the boy realized it was even worse than he had expected. There was a wide satin ribbon that his stepmother firmly wrapped around his waist, making a big bow in the front, and creating the illusion that Timothy's waist was narrower, as if he really were a girl. To make matters worse, the lower part of the apron resembled a flared skirt, and since the boy’s shorts were so short, it looked almost like he were wearing a dress. 

"Oh, darling, I can't believe how precious you look!" Susan cried out, excitedly. "What do you think, sweetie?" 

"Umm... I don’t know, Susan… Is it really necessary to go that far?" 

"Of course, silly! Don't you see that this is perfect? Your father is playing the tough guy, so you have to be tougher than him! Which in this case means that you have to be the most delicate and girly thing in the world! I'll starting pushing you harder, dear, but remember that this is for your own good. Your father has to believe that I'm on his side, after all. Now, enough talk, cutie. We have a lot to do!"

Wasting no time, Susan began to teach Timothy how to prepare breakfast. The boy had no experience in that kind of work – since his father had never allowed him to do women's work – so he was, understandably, having a hard time. His stepmother, however, proved to be a merciless teacher who didn't accept anything less than perfection. 

"No, no, no, silly! I already told you that this is not like you are supposed to beat the eggs!" 

"I... I am sorry, Susan. I truly am trying hard, but…" 

"Not hard enough, don't you agree? You must convince your father that all this is real! For all intents and purposes, you are loving doing girls' activities. So it’s better for you to fully concentrate on your task, understood?"

"O-okay, Susan." 

"Good girl" Susan winked playfully, kissing the top of the boy's head. "Now, let's start over, shall we? First of all..."

Forty minutes later, Timothy was still there in the kitchen, running from side to side as he prepared pancakes, bacon, toast, coffee and juice, all at the same time. Susan was sitting on a chair, just instructing the boy about what he should do. Oh, she was definitely having a great time! It was almost as if she really had a daughter. When she saw Richard coming into the kitchen, she knew it could only get better. 

The man was still sleepy so it took him a while to completely understand what was going on. When he finally assimilated the idea that that creature wearing such a feminine apron, with slender legs on display and perfectly coiffed hair was none other than son, he got dumbfounded. 

"Good morning, dear" Susan said, kissing her husband lightly on the lips. "Look who's preparing your breakfast. Isn't it the cutest thing ever?" she asked, enjoying Richard's disbelieving expression. 

Finally noticing the presence of his father, Timothy waved to him with his wrist loose, exactly as Susan had instructed him to do. "Hey, daddy" he said, in his feminine voice. "Take a sit, please. I will serve the breakfast in a second."

And so he did. The boy not only placed the food on the table, but also filled the plate of his father, as Susan used to do every morning. Next, he sat gently, and kept watching his father, waiting for him to try the meal. 

Richard looked at his plate lingeringly. Everything looked fine, but there was no way it would be tasty, right? It had been prepared by a boy, after all. He nibbled on a pancake, apprehensively, but to his surprise he didn't feel the urge to spit it out right away. 

"So, what do you think, daddy?" Timothy asked, with eyes full of expectation.

"Umm... It tastes good, I guess" the man said, trying everything else. In truth, he thought his breakfast tasted much better than good. Everything was delicious! How was that possible? A boy shouldn't be able to prepare a breakfast like that – especially on his first attempt! What did that mean? Was his son really meant to be a girl? No. This was foolishness! His own son couldn't be one of those freak fagots who wanted to be women. Timothy had just had beginner's luck, and that was all. He was a male, and soon he would be a man wearing a military uniform, with his head shaved and his body full of muscles, ready to defend his country! That was what the men of the family did, since Timothy’s great grandfather. He had to continue that tradition. The boy would understand the importance of this at some point, but first Richard needed to win that crazy game, no matter how difficult it would be…