The Morning Routine

Remarkably, Tim felt rested when he woke in the morning. Rested, but not comfortable.

His bed, a standard queen-sized mattress, was cramped, filled with women. Nancy, his mother, and Rhian had all slept together once their make-out games had wound down. Well, perhaps ‘slept’ wasn’t the right word. They slept… eventually.

Alexis, her wife Sarah, and Vanessa had taken the master bedroom, Tim’s father being pushed out, instructed to sleep on the couch. He didn’t seem to mind though. Being told what to do always gave Tim’s father a sense of purpose. With a smile, the older man grabbed a spare pillow and blanket, then walked out of the room in one of Tim’s mother’s nighties, swaying his hips the way Tabby had told him to practice walking.

It was still dark when he awoke. Part of his new routine, thanks to all of the trades that Justice had enacted, was to get up early. Tim’s beauty regiment took time. Sure, he didn’t need to shave since his body now only grew hair from the eyebrows up, but there were other things to do. His outfit needed to be picked out of the seemingly endless closet. He also liked a relaxing shower first thing. Then, once dressed, Tim liked to sit down and go over his school work from the day before, just to make sure he retained the information. Finally, his last step before breakfast, was his face.

Makeup.

Just because Tim had grown familiar with the application of makeup didn’t mean that he was particularly quick. To get the ‘fresh out of a makeover’ look that he wanted, Tim would take his time and expertly apply every feature. It was still strange to see his masculine face become hidden beneath layers of feminine products, but with how everything else in his life had been transformed, there was no fighting it. Being a young man bound to wear makeup was his life, his present and his future. He might as well go with it.

“Sweetie,” Tim’s mother mumbled, still entangled in the naked limbs of the other women, “come back to bed.”

“Oh sugar,” Tim flirted, blowing a kiss over his shoulder, “if anyone could make me it would be you, but I just can’t. It’s a school day, and I’ve got heads to turn.”

Tim giggled, then returned to his reflection, outlining his lips before painting them. Heads would certainly turn that day. He planned on getting off the bus at least one stop early so he could show himself off to extra people, walking through campus. The short denim skirt and black crop top would show off his thin waist and big tits, while the thigh high boots would really bring attention to his legs. In short, Tim would be gorgeous.

Of course, nobody would think that. They would think him handsome, masculine, commanding. The dissonance people experienced when looking at Tim was amazing. Not one person saw him as feminine, not one person saw his flirty nature as girlish. Tim was a man. A manly man. Nothing anyone would say could change that.

He winked at his reflection then made his way to the kitchen to make himself some toast and coffee. With the rest of the house still sleeping, Tim excitedly realized that he would have a few extra minutes to go over some extra reading, perhaps get ahead. Sadly, though, Tim wasn’t the first one to get to the kitchen.

“So?” The old woman croaked, “How was your night? Did you get your noodle wet?”

“Justice,” Tim sighed, “did something happen? Do I need to make a trade?”

“That I don’t know,” she answered, “but today you’re going to have to miss some school. Today you and I are going to work together to put something right.”