A sickly morning

Smacking his lips together Bailey slowly opened his eyes, fluttering his long lashes. He could feel the dried caked on drool in the corner of his mouth, the warm body he was pressed against. Most of the time when he slept with Candi he was the little spoon, but with his arm wrapped around her, resting under her own made him aware who was spooning who had changed at least for the night. Bailey groaned, his waking mind reporting in that his palm was resting on his best friend’s chest, that his muscles were achy, his stomach was upset and most importantly his bladder was overly full. Making sure he was no longer groping the eighteen year old girl in her sleep, Bailey pulled his arm free and slipped from the bed to the balls of his feet.

“Mmmmm. Good morning, did the alarm go off?” Candi said sleepily as she rolled over to face Bailey, her eyes only half open.

“No.” Bailey said in a small voice, with a shake of his head. Not only had he not heard an alarm, but it didn’t feel like a good morning. He really wanted to just slip back into bed, but that was something for later, right now he needed the bathroom before Aunt Megan got in her head that he needed more time as a little girl, this time with a diaper, so he scurried off as quickly as he could.

Coming into the small room he flicked the light on, closing the door behind him, pulling down the black lacy panties as quickly as he could. He didn’t even need to make an effort to start peeing; his body did it on its own. Sitting on the toilet with his panties around his knees, Bailey closed his eyes, rubbing his hands along his bare forearms. He didn’t feel well, the migrain from the previous night had muted itself down to just a normal headache, but it seemed to have opened the defensive gates to the rest of his body. He groaned again, long ago stopped considering how weird it was to pee with the prosthetic. Able to feel the pee leaving his penis, but nothing as it passed through the canal that was his fake vagina. Moving one hand over his stomach Bailey let out a sigh, happy to feel the relief, not so happy to feel the overbust corset still wrapped around him. This wasn’t the first time he had slept in a corset, but he really hoped it would be the last.

Looking down to pull his panties back into place, Bailey’s face moved from its resting smile to a frown. Recognizing what was dried to the fabric of his sexy underwear right away. Last night he had dreamed of something that he vaguely remembered was about sex and had more than a few people in the dream, he just couldn’t remember much of it. He remembered Candi and the smile on his own face as they touched, he could remember running, the love of his life naked and… not just her, but Auggy and Liam naked. He wasn’t sure if they were all together, but the end result of the dream was going to leave a stain in his panties. The stain there reminded him of his face, Bailey reached up and wiped at his chin, happy it was just tried drool and not something else. “Shower… like, a hot shower would be good.” Bailey thought it would help with how he suddenly felt dirty and maybe make him feel physically better.

Naked in the shower, Bailey held his head under the hot water as steam filled the small area. The warm shower felt wonderful on his smooth supple skin, he stood there head bowed, watching the water fall around him and dripping from his long blonder than blonde hair. He had one hand on his stomach, feeling his insides squirm like some upset eel and held his other hand between the all too large globes on his chest, his hand squeezing the light blue ball luffa that had the soap already washed out of it as he held it in place. Bailey wasn’t reflecting on his dreams or his life, just wishing he felt better and thinking about his day. Today was the day he was going to finally get to see a doctor about these… breasts. He wasn’t even sure when he had fully admitted to himself the puffiness in his chest was because he was growing the female attribute. The little buds under his nipples would have been the first clue if he knew anything about female puberty, all he knew was that he had some hormonal problem when he was young and the doctor was able to solve it with a few shots. He just wished he had talked to his mother more about it, then he would at least have known more about why he was as short as he was. Bailey slowly moved his hand into a loose fist so that he didn’t stab himself with his nails. Pressing his fist into a white tile as hard as he could. “I don’t want to be a girl, I don’t want to be a girl.” He whispered out loud twice, and a few more times in his mind.

Taking a deep breath Bailey added more of the strawberry and cream scented to the luffa before rubbing it on his ribs and sides, the resting smile on his face increasing in volume a little as he closed his eyes, tilting his head to the side, the thought from before bubbling back up. “At least that means I can share clothes with my bestie.” His eyes opened just a little as he squinted, looking at the tiled wall, though the look was meant for himself. The words had slipped out when he thought of one of Candi’s white blouses that had only a single frilly shoulder strap and how it would look with the four button black skirt he had or the patterned gray skirt they both had with the three pearl buttons they had just bought. Instinctually Bailey knew he shouldn’t be thinking that way, he never did like being short and fitting in the same size clothes as an eighteen year old girl was not a benefit. Or it wouldn’t have been if he didn’t need to be Bailey Ann Best. Soon the doctor would take care of the issue with his hormones or whatever it was, it wouldn’t be a change overnight, but till the private investigator got him free he needed to be that teen girl. So for now… Bailey’s thoughts drifted to the last time he had opened Candi’s closet, looking through everything. His mind would have stayed there for a while, when flood of cold water came from the showerhead and the sound of a flushing toilet could be heard from just the other side of the shower curtain. The cold water reminded Bailey how his body didn't feel well. All previous thoughts forgotten, Bailey turned off the shower, he stuck his head outside the curtain. Seeing Candi giving him a sheepish smile and mouthing the word sorry.

Biting his bottom lip, Bailey huffed. Candi wasn’t making a move to leave the bathroom and he really didn’t want to step out of the shower naked or semi naked the prosthetic technically covered him, but it hardly counted. The other thing was he had no chance of reaching the towel on the wall without stepping out either. So instead he reached his hand out, motioning for it. “Can, can you like get the thing for me?”

Candi pointed to the towel, the towel? When Bailey nodded she almost grabbed it to hand it over, but instead she looked at her hands and wrinkled her nose. “I need to wash my hands first, just get out. You are always so shy, it isn’t like he haven’t used the same changing room before or you know… with that lifeguard that one time or well…” Candi ran her tongue over her top lip as she looked up and to the side revisiting a memory. “In your apartment with our boyfriends.” She gave a tittering laugh before turning on the faucet to wash her hands. Alarm bells went off in his head, everything she said was true even if this was different. “Bailey Ann Best.” he said whispering the name before stepping out, water dripping from his feminized body down to the small towel on the floor.

Glancing over, Candi continued to wash her hands but took in her friend's form. She had lost a good amount of weight thanks to her. That brought a smile to her face, that and the fact her best friend had so much less to be embarrassed about now. No longer needing to use anything to stuff her bra with her C-cup breasts, just like her own. She wasn’t sure if it was the pills or the weight loss or a combination but it helped define the rest of her body too. The pills hadn’t worked so quickly on herself, but considering Bailey’s mothers and Aunts proportions she was sure Bailey was still growing and eventually she would have something to be jealous about instead of the other way around. She moved on to washing her face as Bailey wrapped her hair in a towel and patted herself dry.

“Awww, pfffff” Bailey made the noise as he bent over trying to both move to the side out of view of Candi unsuccessfully and move the towel down to his toes.

“You, umm like okay?” Without saying a word Bailey shook his head, moving the towel up and wrapping it around his chest.

“Words little sis, use your words.” Candi said turning off the faucet, considering getting in the shower herself, but not wanting to waste all the hot water if Bailey’s Aunt needed to shower before work.

Bailey blew some air through his nose with some extra ****, he wanted to go back to bed, but he needed to go to the doctors and if you aren’t feeling well it was the right place to be, but at the same time he didn’t even get any peace and time to himself in the bathroom. Being alone wasn’t something he enjoyed, it had almost crushed him when both of his parents passed. Mommy was there for him, he so loved her, but she had also made it a habit of working past ten in the evening most nights, leaving him alone and making him feel stupidly he knew, but still it made him feel like he couldn’t lean on her, because who knew when she wouldn’t be home when he needed her, or off on some work trip like she was now. Candi was here for him, she was literally here for him right now, but she was going to go away soon and, and… Bailey felt his eyes fill with tears, his emotions out of control and thoughts that had no right coming to the surface. His aching body started to shake as he failed to hold in his tears and he started to cry, his only control allowing him to not wail.

“Shhhh, shhhh, shhhh. It's okay, it's like okay, I promise. Just tell big sis what is wrong.” Bailey wasn’t sure when he had sat on the floor or when Candi had wrapped her arms around him, but he was happy she had. Mommy… Mandy had told him more than once that he was a big baby when he wasn’t feeling well, just like every other man, but he didn’t feel like a man. He felt like a little girl as he failed to say anything till his third try as he sucked in air between sobs. “I.” Sniff, sniff. “I don’t feel good, my body… and, and…” Bailey put his hand over his stomach as he looked to his friend like she could understand what he was going through with so little words. It made him feel even smaller that the real reason for the outburst was because suddenly he felt lonely when he already wasn’t feeling well. His mind told him to toughen up, that a man wouldn’t cry about something like this and at the same time saying it was fine. She was a girl, Bailey Ann Best was allowed to cry. While his heightened hormones in his system just pressed on his emotions, not carrying one way or the other what the brain thought of its activity.

“Your body and…” Candi looked down to where her friend's hand was, nodding in understanding. “Some bad cramps today?” Bailey shrugged his shoulders, feeling his stomach gurgle and then nodded. Cramps and gas or an upset tummy weren’t the same thing, but there wasn’t anything she could do for him that he couldn’t do for himself. He should have taken something before he got in the shower. “Okay, like let me help you stand up. I’m totally sorry you aren’t feeling good, but like look at the bright side.” Candi said, holding both of Bailey’s hands lightly in her own as she smiled, looking her friend in the eye.

“You are seeing your doctor today, so the timing is like perfect. My little sister is so smart she only gets sick when she is already going to see the doctor and timed her period to all happen on the same day. Not a fun day, sure, but like better to get it all over with at once. Right?” Bailey frowned, averting his eyes when she said the word period. The idea of him having a period made his stomach feel worse and for him to notice the headache he had more or that the idea alone made it worse. He let Candi guide him to sit on the toilet as she handed him a small cup of water and a handful of pills. He swallowed them all without complaint or question, and then the cherry flavored medicine she gave him next, washing it all down with a second glass of water in the small glass.

When Candi opened the bathroom door and saw Bailey hadn’t moved, she put one hand on her hip, speaking to her friend in a sweet voice. “The medicine should help, do you think you are feeling well enough to get ready for today or do you need more time? I can go get Aunt Megan if you like.” Bailey sat up a little straighter, for the most part his posture was impeccable now after all his lessons a far cry from how he stood or sat a month ago, but at the thought of Aunt Megan coming over to help him get ready for the day made him feel like his feet were put to the fire. She was being much nicer to him, but he didn’t want to hear her say that. “If you are acting like a baby, then maybe that is how you should look.” She had promised that she would make Liam feel what he had, including wearing little girly overalls, but he wouldn’t put it past her to make him do it again. Candi had made sweet comments and said how adorable Bailey was when she was a little girl when she saw the photos of him that had been put up around the tent for their shared birthday, he did not want her to see him like that in person. So he stood up, swallowed the rest of the water so that he could get ready for the day.

Bailey didn’t have much energy, as he got ready he felt like he had less and less like whatever virus was running through his body was unplugging things that should be left alone. He wanted to look cute and look his best, a good girl always looked her best, but he was having trouble focusing. So he slipped on a pair of seamless pink thong panties that had a pattern of tiny green and red flowers. He didn’t think twice as he felt the back slip just between his butt cheeks, moving to cover his chest with white bra with pink lace that would match the panties, if not exactly. “Soon.” he said with a whine as he pressed his hands to his feminine assets to make sure they sat comfortably in the bra, before putting on the first shirt he saw instead of trying to find the right blouse. Pulling it over his head he saw it was a shirt he had worn twice before, it was the my little pony shirt that he had first gotten when **** to dress like a little girl. Like his thoughts from before had summoned it, he didn’t even remember packing it to come to Aunt Megan’s. The shirt was pink, with big blue eyes for the pondy with long eyelashes to the side and the design of a tuff of hair coming down along with the outline of the pony’s ears near his shoulders. The thing wasn’t even long enough to cover his belly button, he moved both hands to the bottom of the shirt, crossing his arms as he did to pull it back over his head when he heard Candi’s voice from behind.

“Pink, pink with some more pink. Putting on your favorite color to try and feel a little better? Hopefully the midol and nyquil will help you feel better soon.” Bailey had forgotten she was in the room, but seeing her made him think the world was moving a little slower than it should. He let go of the bottom of his shirt seeing her in a pair of faded blue jeans with manufactured rips in it and the very top he had thought about earlier in the shower. The single ruffled strap white cami top. She was wearing jeans, pants… he wanted to wear pants too, but her outfit looked wrong with how cold it was.

“Aren’t you like going to be cold?” He asked slowly, furrowing his brow. Candi tilted her head to the side.

“Do you feel cold?” She asked walking up to her friend who was doing something close to a Winnie the Pooh impression with only wearing something on top and just panties on the bottom. She put her hand to Bailey’s forehead, pressing her lips together. “I think you might have a fever, I’m not sure though. Does, umm is there like something to take your temperature with here?” Bailey shrugged, causing Candi to give her friend a hard look before leaving the bedroom to go ask.

When she left the room, Bailey blinked a few times, watching her go. He felt like he had a fever, but she hadn’t answered his question either. Opening the drawer with his stockings and pantyhose he reached for one, stopping. They felt good on his skin and would help him stay warm, but he didn’t have a lot of energy and wasn’t sure he would put a run in one and if he did that… he let out another groan, then he would have to put on another pair and then he would have to shop for more. He slapped the drawer hard enough for it to close, moving to another to pull out one of the few pairs of pants he had. They were supposed to be for when he exercised, but Candi was wearing pants and he didn’t want to wear a skirt and still feel cold. So he pulled out the black leggings that had a pink square pattern going down each leg starting just below his hip, stopping at the knee and then wrapping around his calf in a tilt vertical pattern. The leggings were made to hug the wearer and lift their rear, something Bailey knew from loving the view from behind of girls wearing them, but nothing he considered now. When he had it pulled all the way up he put some small white socks on with pink tips at the toes and stopped below his ankle and found the single pair of sneakers he had here. White sneakers where the laces hardly did anything as it had a side zipper due to them having a hidden three inch heel.

Fully dressed he looked at himself in the mirror, pulled the towel from his head, tossing it on the bed. Bailey determined the outfit looked cute, the leggings came up high enough that only a hint of skin was showing between it an the shirt, any one seeing what he wore would just think he was a fashionable girl going for a workout that was more concerned about the way she looked then the workout itself or that she just wanted people to think that is where she had been. What bothered him was his face and hair. The hair would be settled quickly, but his face looked a little pale to him and the dark circles under his eyes gave the impression he hadn’t slept. He reached for for his concealer when movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Both Candi and Aunt Megan walked into the room.

“I hear you aren’t feeling well, pumpkin?” Megan said, pressing her lips to Bailey’s forehead to feel her temperature and give her comfort as she wrapped one arm around her. “I’m not sure where my thermometer is, but you don’t feel like you have a fever. Just make sure you tell the doctor today how you are feeling, okay?” Bailey blinked at her slowly, nodding after a few seconds. He felt so tired and really at this point just wanted to go back to bed and reschedule. “I’m sorry I can’t take you, but today my schedule just has too much I can’t move. You are going to be in good hands.”

“With her big sister!” Megan gave Candi a small amused smile, loving how some little inside joke between the two had blown up so much.

“Yes, well your little sister has some important things to talk to the doctor about. Thank you again for taking her.” Megan looked back over at Bailey who seemed to have lost interest in the conversation and was starting to apply concealer to her face.

“No problem Auntie!”

Soon Bailey had his face on and his hair pulled into the familiar side braid. He looked in the mirror seeing the girl in it looking back at him with a smile on her face. The repetitive nature of his routine putting on his makeup soothing some of his anxiety. Bailey looked back towards the bed thinking about laying back down, but knew he wouldn’t be getting back up so he made his way to the living room, sitting on the couch. Bailey looked over to his book he had been reading, the tv remote sitting on top of it and then over to his laptop sitting on the coffee table. All of that just seemed like too much work and he didn’t think he looked cute enough to take any selfies today, though the urge to pull out his phone went through is mind twice before he stood back up, walking back into the bedroom where Candi was putting on her face.

“You okay?” Candi asked, looking at Bailey through the mirror, pausing her application of her mascara.

“I’m just… cold and bored and…” Bailey pouted, not finishing his sentence, his mind feeling sluggish. “You have me nyquil?”

“Yep! Also some excedrin for your head and midol for your cramps. Is it helping?”

“CANDIIIIIII!” The green eyed girl turned from the mirror to look at her friend when she said her name in a shrill voice.

“What? Are you okay?” She could see Bailey holding her forearms with both hands, clearly looking a little cold.

“I’m like suuuuper tired because like nyquil!” Candi’s eyes opened wider, her lips forming a circle as it sinks in that she had not given her dayquil.

“Oooooooo.” Bailey huffed, sitting down on the bed.

“Oops, I’m sorry. I like wasn’t thinking.” Bailey bit off his first thought of ‘you never do’ his mind running sluggish right now was still wise enough to not throw out an insult because he was upset and that he shouldn’t be throwing rocks in a glass house with how he had to act. Candi went over to the closet, opening it up before coming back to Bailey with a gray sweater with a fur lined hood and toggles instead of front buttons.

Bailey took the offered warmer article of clothing without complaint, slipping it on, but leaving the toggles undone. Bailey pulled the sweater closed, as he did the familiar scent of August’s cologne wafted up to his nose, causing a vivid memory of the end of the night of his eighteenth birthday party. Standing there in a black dress, a tiara on his head, feet together in the high heels Candi had bought for him, still feeling warm despite the nighttime breeze from the jacket and Auggy’s arms wrapped around him and the explosive feeling he felt as the young man kissed his neck. The memory brought a whimper to his lips, one hand reaching up to touch the side of his neck near the back. Even the memory bringing a blush to his cheeks, causing his other hand to pull the two sides of the sweater together more tightly, feeling a strange comfort.

“Better” Bailey heard Candi ask. He shook his head, even though the sweater did make him feel warmer. ‘I don’t want to feel that way, but, but… it's okay. Bailey Ann Best would, that would be a good memory and I’m her. I’m her, I’m her. Not… not…’ Bailey closed his eyes, he felt so fatigued he didn’t even feel comfortable putting his thoughts in order, let alone what came forward. Like the time he had the flu years ago and kept dreaming about someone putting bricks on his chest because he was so congested, no matter how much he told himself that wasn’t happening when he woke up to cough.

“Im like okay, thank you.” Bailey said in a small voice, happy to get a hug from her before she went back to getting ready.