Tim's Solution

Climbing to feet, still naked and erect, Tim couldn’t have felt more exposed. Surrounded by immensely powerful beings, his future threatened because of the actions of others, and not having a shred of clothing all added up to feeling more naked than naked. He could feel every eye on him. Justice looked at him with reassurance, Lust and Desire stared at him with longing, Wisdom's eyes made his knees go weak, and the immortal's Father stared at him with such intensity that Tim could physically feel the old man's gaze physically pushing against him.

But Destiny's eyes were the most disconcerting. Pure hatred dripped from her pupils. Having lived most of his life under Destiny's thumb, his life cultivated for misery by the teenage-looking immortal, Tim knew what it was like to be on her bad side. And he was definitely on her bad side. While he had tried to steer clear of her, it didn't help that Wisdom had altered the lives of so many women just so that he could have a seemingly endless life, encroaching on the territory of the avatar of fate.

"So, sweet-cheeks," Justice said, her voice grinding like the sound of a car with no brake pads, "It looks like you and Mom got yourselves into a pickle! How do you think we should tackle this one?"

"How should I know?" Tim's high-pitched voice came out in a frantic, nasal tone, "I've never been in a situation like this before!"

"Listen, squirt," Justice said, stepping up to him and looking at him dead in the eye, "It's not really my business to tell you what you want. That's how our deal works: you tell me what you want, I'll try to find a way to make it work. By the looks of my bitch-sister's little light show, it'll have to be something big to dissipate all that chaos, but everything's doable, for a price."

"How does that even work? I don't want to wreck the universe."

"Don't stress about that," Justice placated, "I can sneak all that chaos energy into the trade, spread it out like fertilizer, make whatever trade you want a little more juicy."

"Will that work?"

"Have I ever let you down?"

Tim didn't want to answer that question. Yes, he'd consistently been given what he wanted, but as he considered his diminutive, large-breasted, big-assed, thin waisted body, he couldn't say that everything he'd received was a gift. If it wasn't for the appendage between his legs, the one that was still achingly erect, there would have been nothing to identify him as a man. That said, the women in his life didn't seem to mind. In fact, the more feminine he became, it seemed the more wild women became about him.

But what did he want? Tim was already considered sexy by both hetero women and lesbians. He'd gained both a drive to succeed and the intelligence to achieve it. People around him treated him respectfully, and deferred to his authority. In a lot of ways he had a dream life. There really wasn't much more that he wanted.

There was plenty that he didn't want, though. Justice had been crystal clear that she couldn't trade up his old trades, though, so he was stuck with things like his new oral fixation, his obsession with wearing make-up, even his inability to dress in anything that didn't show off his body in an incredibly sexy manner.

He looked away from his patron immortal, considering his options. Desire and Lust had taken to kneeling at his feet, gazing up at him with adoration in their eyes. The old man, their Father, was standing with his arms crossed, a disapproving look on his face. Although, Tim realized, the old man wasn't looking at Tim.

He was looking at his wife.

Wisdom, standing farthest away from the group, had her eyes fixed on Tim, causing his stomach to turn somersaults. It wasn't a cold, calculating stare, but one much more akin to those of her daughters. Was Wisdom still entrapped by the obsession that Lust and Desire held for him? The intense loyalty that had been part of a former trade?

Another thing to add to the list of things he didn't want...

Wait...

Could he trade that away? Wouldn't that solve more than one problem?

"What about your mother?" Tim asked Justice in a very quiet tone, "I think she's still loyal to me, you know, like the twins. Couldn't I trade that to your Father?"

Justice blinked, her eyelids like tortoise shells, and hummed to herself. Her eyes lost focus, as if she was considering a math problem far too complicated to work on without mechanical assistance.

"Very dangerous," she matched the volume of Tim's suggestion, "Anything to do with Him has the chance to blow up in your face, but it could work. It would certainly give him what he really wanted, so that'll go in your favour."

"And the chaos?"

"Oh, there's plenty of space to hide the chaos in a trade that powerful," Justice said, chuckling.

"What is this," Destiny's nasal voice cut in from across the room, "Does my sister delay to scheme, or are her machinations beginning to fail?"

"Calm down, slut," Justice called out, "We're just working out the details over here. Now," she raised her hands and began to wave them around, looking for options for the trade, "How am I going to pull this one off?"