melissan

Tug of War 7

Added 2019-04-17 05:19:43 +0000 UTC

It worked pretty well. Richard immediately looked at his son, and his eyes focused on the boy's feet. Timothy realized that the man got so furious that he was about to explode. He just needed a little push…

"Hey, daddy! Did you notice that my toenails are painted? What do you think? Don't they look soo precious?"

Fighting the urge to pull Timothy’s toenails one by one with a pair of pliers, Richard made a colossal effort and smiled as naturally as possible.

"Absolutely!" he said, grinding his teeth. "I think this color really suits you!"

Upon hearing that, Timothy got stunned once again. He could see that his father was completely angry about his pink toenails. Despite that, he still didn't seem willing to throw in the towel. If I really want to win this game, I need to be stronger than him, the boy thought. And by stronger, in this case, he meant that he needed to be as delicate and feminine as a real fairy.

"Oh, and that's not all!" he said, with a higher, melodious voice. "My fingernails are done, too, look!" he extended his hands with the wrists loose, as a girly girl would have done.

"Did you do it yourself?" Richard asked.

"Oh, no! Susan helped me. She has been sooo good to me... I hope you don't mind."

"On the contrary! It's nice to know she's doing so. That's what girls are supposed to do for each other, right?" the man said, smiling again, this time sincerely. His wife had told him that she would help Timothy in his path to womanhood, and she would push him so hard that soon the boy would give up that crazy, perverted little scheme.

Obviously, the man had no idea what the real intentions of his wife were…