Oblivious

The phone call

Tom is Owen's dad if you skipped the cheat sheet.

Vanessa's pov

Despite what I implied to owen a few days ago, I have not actually told Tom about my intention for his only son. It is true that tom is well aware of his sons lazy and frankly disgusting lack of ability to take care of himself, but what Tom does not yet know is that I plan on turning Owen into a girl.

Pacing my bedroom my nerves where running wild convincing myself to make the phone call, everything relies on this phone call, I need to convince Tom to allow me to take his only son from him, that thought alone made me feel crazy for even thinking that this will end in anything but a huge fight.

I built myself up and clicked on toms name in my contact list.

Ring

Ring

Tom: Hey babe just getting back to the hotel room now, still on track to be home tomorrow.

Vanessa: oh that's great dear how was work?

Tom: we where just finishing up the site so it was an easier day.

Vanessa: great great listen Tom I really need to talk to you about something

Tom: ok what?

Vanessa: you got to take it seriously though and really try to understand that it's necessary.

Tom: well let's hear it.

Vanessa: not until you promise.

Tom: uh ok I promise

Vanessa: Well you know how Owen is, how rough of a time we've been having with him?

Tom: yes and?

Vanessa: well he is just such a strain on me sometimes and I'm not saying it's your fault but you just can't understand how much of he weighs me down. He just can't listen, can't clean himself, his room smells like a pig sty Tom and he—-

Tom: honey I know how he is, now tell me what the point is.

Vanessa: oh well um I have been slowly trying to feminize him.

Tom:

Vanessa: to make him into a girl.

Tom:

Vanessa: I know you want him to be a man, I know how much you wanted a son. But to be honest I don't think he would ever amount to much as a man, but we've always said how much better of a girl he would've made and I figuredddd

Tom: we where joking! Teasing the boy! In good nature! Do not act like those jokes had anything to do with this.

Vanessa: okay I'm sorry. But I can't do it anymore Tom. Don't try to claim he's much of a guy anyway. Video games and smelling like B,O does not count! Turning him into a girl is the only way I can see to fix him. I don't think he will ever be any good to the world as a guy babe. He's a small little thing, you think he can face the world as a man?

Tom: he will grow. Late puberty is all, I'm sure of it. Let's call this the end of this discussion.

Vanessa: I don't want to call it the end, I'm pulling it honey.

Tom: pulling what?

Vanessa: the winners card, have you forgotten? Years ago we had a huge fight about you getting that brand new fully loaded dodge pickup. YOU said that if i dropped the argument and let you get the truck, you'd give me a winners card, That would allow me to win whatever it is we are arguing about. Well I never used it. But this is what I want, this is my truck, and so help me if you don't honour that, no sex, no talking, I will be an ice cold bitch.

Tom: fuck. Fine fair is fair. You can do it

Vanessa: one more thing

Tom: what?

Vanessa: I will need your help.

Tom: no way am I helping turn my son into some sort of sissy. You can try but I'm sure he will just ride it out until he's 18 and then move out. I'm confident you won't be very successful.

Vanessa: you help and I'll give you a winners card

Tom:

Vanessa: deal?

Tom: I want two

Vanessa: Mmmm okay

Tom: deal

Vanessa: yay don't worry babe I'm sure you'll see that this is much better in the long run for him.

Tom: so what does this mean I have to do?

We ended the call after about an hour of conversation with Tom explaining my plan and his role in it. I'm surprised I was able to get him to agree and help. I'm sure whatever he uses his cards for will give me a headache.