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Timmy & Vicky Go To The Mountains... Sorta	By : Wendell Urth Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 4567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Where Timmy’s Other Side Is Exposed:
Disclaimer: The Fairly Odd Parents and all associated characters belong to their respective creators and owners, not me. I receive no compensation whatsoever for this story. I do not condone drinking, drugs or any of the sexual activity or situations in this story. It's a fantasy.

It snowed the next day. They ran out naked to the small beach and had a snowball fight then fell into the near freezing water, made cold shivery love and huddled next to the fireplace, Timmy’s head in her lap as she fed him fresh popped popcorn. He dripped hot butter on her tits and pussy and (of course) licked it off.
“How long have we been here, Vicky? Shouldn’t we be getting ready to go home?”
Maybe he was getting used to the drugs.
Vicky got up, didn’t say a word, threw on her clothes and left the cabin. He heard the truck start. Then it stopped. She was back a moment later. “Don’t leave the cabin.” She left again.
He went outside anyway, looked around. There was nothing in any direction, no homes, no lights, nothing. No place to go. The woods looked dark and scary. It would be easy to get lost.
There was a small barn, really more of shed behind the cabin. He explored it, at one time there must have been a couple of horses here, there were a lot of old abandoned items. He could only guess what they were used for. It was cold, some of the primitive wooden slats were missing. He went back into the cabin.
He made a wish, a small one. Nothing. “It must not be ten days yet,” he thought. “They’re still on vacation,” meaning his Fairies.
She was back after dark, brought some supplies. This was the third time she had left to pick up food, he realized. And he was sure days passed between her trips. Time was beginning to have meaning for him again.
That evening he noticed a gleam in her eyes. She brought out her suitcase, opened it and pulled out something Timmy was shocked to see. Pink and white sweater, matching skirt and white tights. Much too small to fit Vicky. There were a few other dresses same size. His size. Some of his outfits when he was Timantha Turner, when his Fairies turned him into a girl.
Timmy turned red, got angry and grabbed for the dress. Vicky leered at him and pushed him away. “What are these, Twerp? Little outfits?
Timmy sprang at her, outraged that she had gone through his things. Embarrassed as hell.
She backhanded him and knocked him to the floor.
“Well, well, well. Little secret? I always knew you were a freak!”
Timmy looked up in shock, wiped some blood that was leaking from his nose.
“I have an idea, why don’t you put on little show. A little fashion show, just for me”
Timmy started to splutter, to deny the clothes were his. He couldn’t explain them, not without revealing his Fairies. But he didn’t want her to think he was a cross dresser!
“No, don’t lie to me, never lie to me! I can smell your dirty boy scent on them. Don’t you ever lie to me again! Not after all I’ve done to protect you! You understand?” She had him by the throat and began shaking him. “You went outside today, after I told you not to.” He tried to deny it “I said never lie to me!” Her voice was cold. She took a breath and visibly relaxed, letting the frightened boy fall to the floor.
She spread the dresses, the tops and skirts, the tights and shoes and panties across the top of the bed. She swapped things around, trying to find the best combination… all the time smiling that evil smile.
“Tell me, I bet you have a cute little name when you dress up. Sally? No, not Sally. Not pretty enough”
“I don’t…!” He stopped, seeing the expression on her face.
“Tootsie,” she said mockingly. “That’s it, Little Tootsie Turner. I bet you look like a Tootsie when you’re all dressed up. She picked up Timantha’s hair bow. “Princess. That’s it. A little Princess with a big dick between her legs.”
“Timantha. Timantha Turner. But it’s not like that! You got it wrong…”
“Stupid name, I know, from now on, you’re Susie… You’re my little sister Susie. Susie Sunshine. Sweet Little Susie. Pick out your favorite outfit, Little Susie. Put on a show!”
Timmy turned as red as a human can turn. He wanted to storm out of the cabin, leave Vicky forever, but was afraid. She hooted and called to him. He grabbed some of the clothes at random and started to storm off to the bathroom.
“No, undress for me first! she demanded.
“You see me naked all the time” he whined.
“No. I want to see you in all your freakish glory. Let’s have some fun, Susie.”
Suddenly embarrassed for the first time, he turned his back and began to undress. He glanced over his shoulder; her smile sent shivers up his spine. She had a hand down her pants.
He grabbed for the skirt.
“No, you little slut. Panties first. What kind of little girl are you?” Picking up a pair at random, “No, no. Not those. The pink ones. The lacy ones. They’re perfect for a little whore like you.”
“Vicky, I don’t want…” SLAP! She slapped him so hard he saw stars, his neck made a cracking sound as his head spun and he fell to the floor again. She stood over him, eyes blazing. “Now stand up and slip on the pretty pink lace panties.”
He did as he was told. Under his breath he called for Cosmo & Wanda. “They must be back by now…” Nothing. He’d have to wait until he was alone and call to them.
He felt ridiculous! Timantha could wear panties, she had girl junk, but with his dick the panties just looked bizarre. Obscene. Vicky came forward, she had a spacy look on her face. On her knee’s inches from his panty clad dick. He started to pull back, she dug her nails into his arm and yanked him back into place. Then she began to run a sharp fingernail around the outline of his cock, painful circles through the silky panties. He shivered, even as he began to come erect. She continued to gently poke and probe until his huge cock had distorted the panties. Bulged out. She laughed, reached in and pushed his cock up so the bulbous head soon was peeking out the top of the panties, past the elastic band.
“There!” she said. “Now that looks sooo sweet, Little Susie. Now put on your stockings.”
Timmy began to dress quickly. Anything to get this over with. He (she!) wasn’t having fun. He loved being Timantha, but not Susie.
He grabbed for the blouse. “No. That’s not right,” Vicky commanded.
“It’s the matching top” Timmy/Susie said.
“No. You’re so flat chested. Let’s give you a little help.” Vicky grabbed Timmy’s nipples between thumb and forefingers and began to squeeze. Squeeeeze! She pinched his nipples so hard he began to gasp. She nearly lifted him off the ground. He cried out and she dropped him. “Let’s try your training bra and hope for the best.”
Timmy didn’t feel like a little girl. Timantha felt… well, she felt like a girl, pretty. Susie felt, ugly. Degraded.
“I want to go home. I wish I was home. I hate it here. I hate you, I wish I was home. I want my parents! IWISHIWASHOME!!!” Timmy was nearly wailing. Nothing. No Fairies. No poofings. Nothing.
Vicky crossed her arms, tapped her foot, waiting for the tirade to end. “You done yet?” She pulled out some official looking papers from her handbag. She handed them to the trembling boy in the pretty dress.
He looked puzzled, like he could read the words but not make sense out of them.
“You mother filled it out the day you were born. It was a request for the state to take custody of the newborn child Timothy Tiberius Turner. Your so-called father’s signature is on it too.”
Timmy or Susie began shaking his/her head. “Didn’t happen. Never happened! You’re a liar.”
Vicky smirked. “The state turned them down, they didn’t meet the qualifications.” She handed him another sheet. Same form, dated two years later. This time it was filled out by Mr. Turner and signed by his mom. Same thing.
A third form, Timmy was seven. “Request Denied”
Another form, two years ago. Marked “Request Denied, Returned Unread. Do Not Resubmit.”
Timmy looked up at Vicky, she was triumphant. “They don’t love you, they don’t want you. Nobody wants you, not even the State… Except me. I’m the only person in your life who will ever love you. And that means you will do what I say.”
“No, they’ll come looking for me… when the ten days… missing…”
Vicky hooted with laughter. “We’ve been gone a month, stupid. A month! You think they’re looking for you? I checked when I went into town. Nothing, no amber alerts, no missing kids, no police reports. Everything is nice and quiet in good old Dimmsdale.
She grabbed him/her by the chin. “I left them a note saying you wanted to leave and come with me because you hated them. And it’s true, isn’t it? You do hate them. They obviously hate you. Everybody does, except me.” She kissed him on the lips, for a moment he resisted, then leaned in to her with all his/her might.
And he/she… she now knew that it was true. “She does love me…”

“Get a hairbrush” Vicky demanded. Timmy’s hair was always wild. He hadn’t even tried to comb it recently. “No, no, no! All wrong.” Vicky got up and came back with a pair of scissors and battery operated clippers. Timmy… no Susie, shrank back and began to plead.
“No, I’m going to cut something off. Up here…” pointing at Susie’s hair with the scissors, “Or down here,” now resting the sharp point on his cock. “Your choice.”
Timmy grew very still while Vicky used the scissors and clippers. “Don’t cry Little Susie, it will all grow back eventually.”
Vicky pulled out a bottle of whiskey, took a drink. A long, satisfied “Ahhhhhh”. Held the bottle out to Timmy/Susie, who looked away. Vicky shrugged. Timmy/Susie barely noticed the hypodermic pulled out of the case or flinch when it was driven into his/her arm.
The boy/girl in the pretty dress picked up the bottle and took a long swallow.
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Timmy & Vicky Go To The Mountains... Sorta