No, but they run across some in the parking lot.

(As a note, I’m not super happy with how I ended up describing parts of Tiffany’s outfit. I’m going to add an image into this page so that people know what I was working with. I’ll likely keep using detailed descriptions for most things, but I might sprinkle pictures in throughout for things I have difficulty describing. Let me know in comments or in messages what you think of this. Good or bad, I love to hear from people.)

“The curb is going to be the hardest part of this Tiffy baby. Here, why don't I just slip my arm around here, and you hold my other hand ok?” Deedee stepped up next to his newly feminized son, their bodies incredibly close for the first time in years. That thought sparked a memory of Deedee’s, a happy time from Trent’s younger years when Derek had been home and willing to make time for his boy. Linking up, Deedee slowly began to guide the heel clad vision of femininity next to him slowly down the sidewalk. Giggling as before she spoke, she continued on trying to be supportive. “Just think of this like me when I was teaching you to swing a bat hunny. You are doing so well, nice small steps, keep your knees together. Good.”

“You have to be fucking joking right now right?” Trent’s voice was hoarse as he froze after hearing his father’s instructions. “Cause I wanted to play fucking baseball. I most certainly did not want to be made into a god damned sissy barbie doll for you and your fucking lunatic friends to play with!” Each word grew in volume as Trent finally began to lose his battle with self control. Slowly, the anger had been tearing away at the hold that the valium had clutched his emotions in for the morning and was finally able to break through.

Hearing the outburst so near her ear, Deedee simply smiled and stopped walking. Releasing her hold on the young man, she stepped away and looked him over again. Her eyes took in his form from head to toe.

“Are you done with your tantrum young lady?” The ice that came from Deedee’s voice had a new feeling to it for both of them. For Trent, it was nothing like what he was used to from his father when he felt the need to chastise him, not to mention that up till now Deedee had almost always had this fake feeling syrupy sweet attitude. It reminded Trent of when the mean girl in the movie was toying with the new kid. For Deedee, this was something she and Ashley had discussed while they had worked on Tiffany. She needed to begin to express herself as a dominant, not someone pretending to be one. She knew that she would never be an iron clad dictator towards the blonde in front of her. She still had all the feelings of being a parent, as evidenced by the memory that had sparked this outburst.

“Tantrum?” Trent’s hands attempted to ball up in fists only for his new nail extensions to **** a wince of pain to cross his face as they caught against his palm.

“Ladies, is everything alright here?” Looking up, Trent locked eyes with a pair of men in security shirts and black pants walking up towards the two over dressed women. Turning to look at Deedee, Trent’s eyes were wide with fear as he remembered exactly how delicate of a situation he was in. Deedee’s grin only grew as she felt the situation slide even more into her favor. The large gentlemen looked more like bouncers than mall security guards. “Ladies, Jimmy and I heard you two yelling and we just wanted to check in.” With a name tag on each of their chests it was easy to see that Jimmy was a tall black man, his broad shoulders sat below a shaved head. His obvious muscles made it look like he spent most of his free time at the gym. It was the type of muscle that neither dress clad man had ever been able to pack on.

Deedee stood there looking cooly at Tiffany for a moment, her gaze stating that in no uncertain terms that this interruption was Tiffany’s fault. Because his gaze was locked onto Deedee’s face, he was able to see her face as she turned to the two men. It was like a light switch had flipped on. Where before she had looked Trent with a cool fury, now a smile slid onto her face and her body language shifted just right. Gone was the powerful woman about to dress him down and in her place was the bubbly bimbo that she had been portraying up until now. “Sorry boys! Tiffany and I didn’t mean to get so loud. She is just upset because I talked her into wearing this outfit when she wanted to wear something…in appropriate, you might say.” Looking back into Tiffany’s eyes, Deedee grinned at the fury she saw as she insinuated that Trent had wanted to wear an even more provocative outfit. All without a single lie. Suddenly, Deedee hopped up and down on her heeled boots like an idea had sprung on her suddenly. “Oohh! I know. Let’s get these boys opinions baby! If you don’t believe me and the girls at the salon, maybe you will believe these guys.” Giggling like a schoolgirl, Deedee stepped up close enough to Jimmy to lay her long nailed hand on his chest. “See, Tiffany here recently got some new… enhancements. I was taking her out to celebrate them. I think this outfit shows them off just perfectly, what do you two think?”

The security guards' eyes met as a silent communication passed between the two of them. Jimmy looked over and smiled. “Looks fine as hell to me. You aren’t really my type though, I like my women more, experienced.” The black man’s rumbling voice caught in Deedee’s ears and she could feel a certain feeling that she kept down most days rising up. “Now Steve here, I think you are probably more his type. Isn’t that right?”

As Jimmy’s partner Steve stepped up closer to Trent it became obvious how big both these men were. Even in her heels, Deedee barely came up to the bottom of Jimmy’s nose. With his slightly shorter height and shorter heels, Trent didn’t even come up to Steve’s chin. **** to look up into the man’s eyes, Trent couldn’t help but notice the scent of the man’s cologne and his five o’clock shadow. With a voice thick with southern twang, Steve finally spoke up. “Now, I will agree that both of these women look amazing. And you are right Jimmy, Tiffany here is more my type. See I like my girls soft, feminine, the kind you can take home to mom. You know? The kind that will cook you dinner at night and not bitch about feminism.”

The situation was rapidly deteriorating for Trent, it was obvious that these men had chosen which girl they wanted and were going to try to seal the deal soon. Fear that they would figure out he was not in fact the woman they thought he was kept him from speaking up and responding to any of the flirting that was going on around him. Deedee was enjoying the whole scene immensely but realized that it wasn’t quite the right time for this yet. Looking towards Jimmy, she still felt a pang of regret at letting a specimen like him go. Stepping away from the mountain of muscle in front of her, she closed tightly with Tiffany and wrapped an arm around her waist protectively. “You boys are sweet. I’m glad I could get you to settle that argument for us. She just wouldn’t let it go. You know how girlfriends can be when they think they are right, right boys?” Deedee was slowly beginning to figure out how to control the slide bar of her submissive nature that had been redlined for so long due to Chloe’s teachings.

Jimmy chuckled as he raised an eyebrow at the women clutched together in front of him. “Like girlfriend girlfriend or like girl that is a friend girlfriend?” Perhaps not the most eloquent or polite way of asking, he still managed to get the point across.

Giggling again to come across as the bimbo that she was so used to portraying, Deedee spoke up again. “The first. I know, I’m a bit of a cradle robber. But can you blame me?” Letting her hand slide down Tiffany’s back, she rested it gently on his skirt covered ass to emphasize her point.

The men’s faces clouded over a bit as they realized that the women in front of them seemingly had no interest in where the conversation had been going. Shaking their heads collectively, the two men stepped back and let an air of professionalism slide over their countenances. “We are sorry to bother you ladies. We just wanted to be sure that nothing was wrong, we won’t take any more of your time.” Steve’s voice held only a small twinge of regret, while Jimmy showed outright disdain. Turning to leave, they were stopped by Deedee speaking up.

“Now, that doesn’t mean that I keep her from her games of cowboys and damsels.” Trent’s long hair and earrings whipped through the air as his head turned stare at Deedee’s face. “Jimmy, why don’t you take my number down and maybe you boys can call us and we can set up a cute little double date, what do you say?”

Trent’s voice finally found itself. “No, please no Dad.” The whispered words were kept low in a prayer that only Deedee would be able to hear them. The fear of the whole thing was so debilitating that Trent had even forgotten to call his father Deedee.

“Dad?” Jimmy’s voice cut in again with a confused tone.

Looking over at Tiffany, Deedee smirked and looked back. “She calls me Daddy sometimes, mostly when she gets excited or nervous. You know?” Grinning at the surprised expressions on the men’s faces, Deedee continued on. “What can I say boys, we like to get a little kinky. Now, Take this number down Jimmy, and you better call me. 760-555-1423.” Without even looking to see if the men were doing as ordered, Deedee turned the pair and began to lead them towards the restaurant again. “Oh and Steve, just add one for Tiffany’s number hun.” Still not feeling confident on his stiletto heels, Trent had **** but to follow along.

Once out of earshot of the men, Deedee spoke again. “You need to be more careful Tiffany hun. You can’t go flaunting yourself around men like that until you know how to handle yourself.”

“Flaunting?” The incredulous tone of Trent’s voice was pitched low so as to not relive the last experience. “I wasn’t the one flirting with them.”

“You weren’t? Standing there all cute, doe eyed, fidgety, unable to stand still when that big strong man got near you. It looked like you wanted him to take you home and put a baby in you.”

Running the scene back over in his mind, he saw exactly what Deedee was talking about. His unfamiliarity with his clothes, unstable stance in the painful heels, and fear at being found out had **** him to act like the coquettish woman he portrayed. “Even if that is try, why the fuck did you give them our numbers? Fuck. Our real numbers? God, I figured you would be good at being a chick by now. I have gotten so many wrong numbers from girls, there was no reason you had to give them our real number.

A beep from inside Deedee’s purse had the perfect timing. “That is why I gave them our real numbers. If they had wanted to text or call me to verify, what would I have done if the number was fake? How far do you think we would have gotten then?” Getting closer to the restaurant, Deedee stopped in her tracks and pulled Tiffany around to face her. Deedee’s hands rested on Tiffany’s hips as she looked into her eyes. “As for why I gave them our numbers in general? What do you think two security guards are going to find if they start combing through the cameras? They know we were at the salon, they know what I look like. Imagine how upset they would be if they saw Trent walk in with me, then Tiffany walk out? Does that southern boy seem like the type that would be ok being hit on by some sissy?” Deedee threw Trent’s own term back in his face.

Trent wanted to argue with it, he wanted to run away from it all. Unfortunately the net had closed in around him completely. Everything Deedee was saying made sense. That was the worst part of all of this in his mind, Deedee wasn’t lying to anyone. She had threatened it in the salon, but since this morning, there was nothing she had said that he could prove was a lie. Every puzzle piece fit together perfectly. It fit so well that Trent was starting to question if he himself had actually asked for this. “Can we please just go home?” The voice that came out of him sounded like a lost scared little girl almost.

Shaking her head, Deedee reached up and cupped Tiffany’s makeup coated cheek in her hand. “I know this is hard for you. You may not believe me, but it isn’t easy for me either. We need to get some things straight, and I can’t trust you in private yet Tiffany. I know you feel like you can find some way out of this. So you and I are going to go in here and talk this out a bit ok? Plus, I really am hungry.”