Can Lucy Beat the Clock?

Her son ran out of his bedroom like shot out of a cannon and she couldn't believe how absolutely girly her son looked from behind. The dress was even shorter than she thought and barely covered the top of the thong she made him wear. His butt and legs looked particularly girly being all freshly shaved and his butt even had a decent amount of jiggle to it. _Oh if only those no good friends of yours can see you now... They'd absolutely eat you up... _Luke was really struggling in his heels, but he was so strong willed he managed to get all the way to the hall closet where the vacuum is located before falling. But he took quite a fall.

"Oh no, my baby!" Melissa said, running to her feminized son's aid. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," Luke said, struggling to get to his feet. He opened the closet door, took the vacuum out and started it. He looked at the clock on the wall. 10:01 a.m.

"Oh no, honey, so close. But since you tried your very best, and honestly look so gosh darn cute, I won't add on another week. Instead, I'll think of another punishment for my cute little girl," Melissa said knowing full well what the punishment was going to entail.

Luke didn't even want to think about what that could mean. Instead he started the vacuum up and started his chores.