Worth It

Laying on the bed, the incredibly beautiful mother of his girlfriend laying next to him, Tim was in heaven. He had just had sex! And, he decided, he liked it. And because he liked it, he was going to go for what he liked. That was the kind of guy he was now, the kind that would go for things that he wanted, not second guessing himself so much.

On top of that, he was completely confident in his feelings. Tim didn't just want Vanessa, but she wanted him back. Truly wanted him. That was three women who were crazy about him, two of which were related. Life was wild.

Of course Tim hadn't lasted long, but who could blame him? It had been his first time, after all. And it wasn't every day that the sexy mother of the woman you're crazy tells you to fill her up like Vanessa had. Maybe with more practice he'd be able to last longer. He wasn't sure, but he sure wanted to find out.

While Tim wanted nothing more than to lay in the bed next to his new lover all night, a gnawing feeling had begun to grow in his stomach. He knew exactly what it was.

His makeup needed fixing.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

Tim slowly sat up, took a deep breath, and climbed off the bed. He was still in his heels, and he'd just had his first full-blown sex, so he felt a little wobbly as he walked to the front door to collect his clutch. Luckily he'd packed enough makeup in the bag that he'd be able to fix himself up.

The bathroom light was cold and harsh. His face was a mess. Tim turned on the tap and began to clean himself up.

"You alright, lover?" Vanessa called from the other room. She called him lover. He'd never been called lover before. Another thing he liked.

"Just fixing my face," he called back, surprised at how comfortable he was talking about it. When he wasn't looking at his reflection, Tim could almost forget that he was cursed to not be able to leave his house without being made up. But as he cleaned up his mascara and lipstick, there was no escaping it. This was Tim's face now. He had better get used to it.

Tim began to trace his lips with a lip pencil and let his mind wander. What was his endgame? He had avoided a life of loneliness again by trading his body hair for some confidence, another weird trade that seemed to be pushing him to be more feminine, while rewarding him with things any red-blooded male would want. Well, any red-blooded hetero male. Nancy as his girlfriend, Vanessa as part of the package, and his professor on the side? If it wasn't for the fact that he had to dress and flirt like a woman, Tim would have thought he was living in a dream.

Eventually Justice would return to defend him against her sisters. There was no doubt about it. When she did, Tim would inevitably be **** to make a trade. He wished he knew what the next problem was going to be. That way he could prepare, decide what he wanted that would make the smallest impact on his life.

Maybe he would be able to quit the trades soon. He had so much from his earlier trades. When would it be enough that he could escape the feeding frenzy the two immortals seemed to think they could get from him. He was happy! He was fulfilled! He was loved! Wasn't that enough?

It wouldn't be. He knew it. Whatever game was being played was beyond his understanding. Even with the heightened cognitive ability he had gained when trading for better grades he couldn't figure out what Justice wanted with him. She couldn't just be helping him out of the kindness of her own heart, could she?

Tim blinked and stared at his reflection. Without thinking about it, he had completely redone his makeup. It looked perfect once again.

Good.

He had a beautiful woman in the other room, laying on a king sized bed, wanting a man. Tim wasn't going to let a little thing like makeup stand in the way of his next sexual adventure.

He flicked off the bathroom light and walked out, still in his heels. He could have taken them off but he decided to keep them. They made him feel sexy, he decided, as he put one foot in front of the other, and he bet that they made him look sexy too, a thought that sent shivers up his spine. Having to steady himself on the wall after that thought, Tim realized that he would need to practice more in his heels. Sexy heels were an integral part of his future, and he didn't want to break a bone just going for a walk. He would need to do more than the pacing he'd done to get ready. He would need to learn to move. Was it possible to turn on a woman just by the way he walked? He guessed that it was, since the same trick had worked on him so many times before.

But that was for later. For then, Vanessa was laying on the bed with a predatory look on her face.

"You look gorgeous," she said, "now get over here so I can mess up your makeup again."

"My pleasure," Tim said, crawling onto the bed and touching his lips to hers in a kiss that was returned to him holding equal parts gentleness and desperation. They were going to be there all night, and Tim couldn't think of one other place he'd rather be.