Tug of War 6

Hey, guys! 

As promised, here's a little more of "Tug of War". Hope you all like it!

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Fifteen minutes later, Timothy was sitting on the edge of his bed holding a bottle of pink nail polish. Following his stepmother's instructions, he started painting his toenails, gently and carefully. The boy thought it was being a very, very weird experience – something he definitely had never expected he would be doing, ever! 

When all his toenails were polished, his feet – which had never been very manly to start with – looked disturbingly feminine and delicate. As he thought that his situation couldn't get any worse, his stepmother grabbed his hands. 

"Let me see your nails" she said. 

"W-why?" the boy asked, scared. 

"Well, we have to take care of them, as well, haven’t we? But you don't need to look so worried, silly. A little coat of clear base will be enough, just to keep your nails healthy. Trust me, no one will notice it." 

Timothy didn't like that idea, but he knew he had no choice. If he really wanted to win that game, he would have to make some sacrifices. 

Susan started working on his hands by cutting his cuticles and filing his nails, and then finally painted them. As promised, she just used a clear base, but even so Timothy could see that his fingernails looked a little shiny when she was done.  

"Umm... I can remove this stuff from my nails before going to school tomorrow, right?" he asked, still looking at his hands. 

"I don't think that's a good idea, Timmy" the woman said. "To make this work, we need to pay attention to the details. What if your father notices that your nails look different tomorrow morning? He would then have an advantage over you. But don't worry your pretty little head about that! As I told you, you'll be fine. I think your nails are already dry, so let's get moving. It's showtime!" 

Following his stepmother, Timothy went to the living room, where his father was watching TV. The boy sat on the couch, and began flipping through a teenage girl's magazine that Susan had handed him, waiting for his father to look at his toenails. Richard, however, was too focused on the news, which made the boy impatient. He then crossed his legs in a very feminine way, and began to dangle his foot...