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Chapter 13 by Mr Nice Guy Mr Nice Guy

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Terry

Terry wished that Tim had stuck around to help. It wasn’t that he needed the help, exactly, but more that he was lonely. Tabby had obeyed Tim’s order and helped for a few minutes before returning to her room, but it wasn’t the same. Terry missed his son.

Nobody had told Terry how difficult it was being a parent. Someone like Terry had an especially difficult time. He knew his shortcomings, it wasn’t easy trying to be a father when he had no authority in the family. His wife Natalie and his daughter both deferred to Tim. They always had, ever since the boy had been old enough to make decisions. He didn’t blame them. Terry did the same thing.

Even at work, Terry found himself texting Tim multiple times a day asking for direction, how to deal with problems, what decisions to make. He was a man with no authority.

If he could just spend some more time with Tim, get to know how he did it, Terry was sure that he could make a change in his life. Absentmindedly adjusting his penis in his wife’s panties, Terry had a little daydream about being in charge of something, not anything big, but something like deciding what to order at a restaurant. Normally Tim would pick something for him, or delegate it to Tabby or Natalie. What would he order? A steak? Maybe a salad. Or perhaps a hamburger…

Terry shook the fantasy from his mind. The idea had begun to be too real and he had begun to stress out. Heart racing and palms sweaty, he closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, just like Tim had told him to do when he had a panic attack.

It helped. After a few minutes Terry was doing much better. He looked down at himself and realized that he had gotten some grease on his wife’s dress. It wasn’t a nice dress, but she wouldn’t be happy if it stained. Well, it was a good thing he had just fixed the washing machine! He scurried up to his bedroom and stripped himself of the dress. Then he opened his wife’s closet and pulled out a pair of capris and a yellow blouse. He had been dieting intensely the last few years, working on reducing his body size as much as he could so that Natalie’s clothes would fit a bit better. It was paying off.

He remembered when they had started dating. His father had introduced them, told Terry that Natalie would be his girlfriend. It was a relief to have been told so clearly how things would go. Even then, Terry had no aptitude for authority. His sister had been three years older than him, so he hadn’t worried about fitting what she would lend him until he approached adulthood. Then, when he shot past her in height, his anxiety started.

Not for the first time, Terry wondered if that was why his dad had picked Natalie. Terry wasn’t a big man, but he was man-shaped. Natalie, when they had met, was around the same size and shape as Terry, with the exceptions of her breasts, of course. After Terry’s father walked Terry down the aisle and told the priest that Terry did, he no longer had access to his sister’s clothes.

Naturally, Natalie was there for him. It wasn’t as if Terry could actually own clothes, after all. The whole idea was absurd, not worth thinking about.

Very quickly, Terry had gotten to know what new outfits he had access to, enjoying exploring them. He’d never had an influx of options like that before. Of course he had to call his father to check what to pick each day. That continued until Tim was about six.

“Should daddy wear the pink or the purple skirt?” Terry asked experimentally one day.

“Pink!” Tim had giggled. As if a lever had been thrown in Terry’s brain, he no longer called his father. He had someone new in charge of him.

It was a good arrangement. Terry took care of Tim, and Tim returned the favour. The years of Tim growing up had been sweet. Terry had never felt more safe in his life. He missed those days. He missed his son.

The only challenges that Terry had found were to do with women. One was that Natalie, a few years earlier, had started getting into shape. She’s worked hard at it, and had quickly lost a few pounds, and a few inches. Terry frantically kept up with her, running, lifting light weights, eating healthier and healthier, with smaller and smaller portions. He’d taken to wearing a corset sometimes, just so that his body would conform to he clothes that Natalie had been buying.

The other woman problem was Tim’s date. He’d heard women talk about Tim before, bits and pieces, and it turned out that despite being single, they were quite taken by him. That was all fine and dandy, but now Tim had a date. This was serious. What would happen if Tim decided to go off and get married? Who would take care of Terry then?

He dressed in his wife’s clothes, then picked up the soiled dress and headed back to the washing machine that he had just fixed. He soaked the stains in some Spray N Wash, let it sit a few minutes, then turned the machine on. By the sound, the machine was working perfectly. In the old days he might have celebrated with a cold beer, but not anymore. Too many calories.

Heading back upstairs, Terry decided to start prepping supper. It was a standing order from Tim for Terry to be on top of meals and chores. He didn’t mind it too much. It gave him structure, something to keep his mind off of things when life got too hard. Cleaning was simple, a no stress job. If only his whole life was like that.

If only.

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