Baking and Cooking

Bailey was running the vacuum over the floor while he practically had to prance around his home in a puffed out dress, heels and his hair up in curlers all the while having Mandy’s frilly apron on so he didn’t get his outfit dirty. At least with the noise from the vacuum and the sound of the washing machine going that was now packed full of the bed linens from Mandy’s room, Megan couldn’t talk to him or give him more things to do. With that small thought of victory Bailey backed up mentally kicking himself for thinking of that as Mandy’s bed and things and not theirs, but at least he didn’t call her Mommy like he said out loud this morning. The steady sound of the vacuum wasn’t easily peaceful or quiet, but it was what he needed to try and get his head in order. Just today Megan had shown him how his chest was irritated and swollen, had been slapped so hard he fell down and then had to let her wash out his insides all in the name of feminine hygiene. Then he was cinched into another corset and had to pretend to give a fucking blowjob to his best friend while that absolute BITCH recorded him. How did he go from wanting to punch her to hugging her and crying for twenty minutes and then poor out his or rather her secrets from a diary.

A glance at the clock over the stove showed it was only ten thirty in the morning and much, much more of the day was left. Bailey knew if he wasn’t on his best behavior things could take another turn for the worse and had to focus on how this would be over very soon, but for now his feet were just starting to hurt from the heels and wondered if his wonderful Aunt would let her niece remove them while cleaning. When Bailey had to move the plug for the vacuum he thought he would approach the subject carefully. “Umm like Aunt Megan. Do you umm think I can take my shoes off while I clean? My feet are starting to get a little sore and I don’t want to be limping when our guests arrive.” Megan was seated at the kitchen table with her laptop out doing something for her office job. “Hmm, I do think you need more practice in them, especially if your feet are hurting already, but you are being good. Hmmm.” she touched her index finger to her lips for a moment and then looked down at her hand. “You know what, of course you can. But it comes with a condition. So you can either leave them on, or you can take them off for now and paint your nails to match your dress. What do you say?”

Closing his mouth to bite off a word Bailey moved the plug over to the hallway away from Megan before turning to look at her. “Oh, that is such a great idea! I would have like done that anyways if I thought of it. Thank you Aunt Megan, I wish I was as smart as you.” Bailey did his best to talk sweetly, but he was sure some of his malice or sarcasm slipped out there at the end. Megan only nodded and went back to what she was doing, so Bailey took the opportunity to sit down on the couch and remove the uncomfortable footwear. This pair wasn’t nearly as bad as some of the others he had to wear like on the date from hell and made a small promise to never complain in the future if Mandy didn’t want to wear heels out, even if they did make her legs look incredible.

When a good portion of the chore list was done Megan closed her laptop and smiled at Bailey. “So I know you and your mom want to make a good impression on your guests tonight, so we are going to bake them a pie. Well you are and I’m going to guide you, doesn’t that sound wonderful?” she said walking into the small kitchen and putting her coffee cup she had from earlier in the sink. “I’m like not a good baker, maybe it would be best if you did it.. Umm just this one last time. That way we make sure Mommy has something to serve in case I mess up.” Megan only shook her head slightly from side to side and motioned for Bailey to come into the kitchen. “Nonsense, I will be here to guide you and I taught your cousin how to bake and so help me no Best girl is going to go through life not learning how to make a good pie or cupcake. I promise you Bailey, you make a man some cupcakes or cookies and you will have him eating out of your hand.” Reluctantly Bailey went into the kitchen and got his hands and apron splattered with flour as she kneaded dough, rolled it out. Megan seemed to take delight in teaching Bailey how to make this all butter pie crust, no shortening or whatever that meant. She said it was to make it flaky and tender, but the true secret to the best apple pie was a sauce to be mixed in with the sliced apples. Bailey followed her instructions melting butter, and whisking in flour, some water and then lastly sugar. Just before it was to be mixed with the apples Bailey gave them a coating of cinnamon. When Bailey added the criss cross lattice of dough for the pie crust Megan gave him a genuine loving hug from behind. “I am so proud of you, you did a wonderful job. Much better than I did when my mom taught me actually. Now time to brush on that egg wash mixed with sugar you put off to the side and it is ready for the oven. You really did so well honey.” Bailey followed instructions to run the little brush over the top of the crust and looked back to Megan who look happy. “I’m not good at this, I’m just doing what you are telling me to do.” Megan clapped her hands together in front of her and held them there, her smile not waving for a second. “Following a recipe can be just as easy, you my dear just might have a real talent for this though. To bad we don’t have more time, I would love to teach you are few more things. Now you just keep doing what your mom and I say and maybe everything will turn out just as good for you as it will for this pie. You go get go finish up the ironing, we don’t want your mom to spank your button like last time you skipped your chores.”

The flash of the memory of the love of his life spanking him put a pep in Bailey’s step to get the work complete. When it was all done the two had a lot more to complete, with getting Bailey's hair just right after taking it out of the rollers. Leaving the image of a pretty blonde teenager with wavy hair looking back at Bailey in the mirror. Then he had to do a few coats of red polish to get them looking just right to Megan’s standards, or to Bailey’s new standards according to her. Putting the red heels back on Bailey removed the pie from the oven and if you could feel love towards a smell then that was what Bailey was feeling. He wanted to cut into it and have some right away, but Megan told him in no uncertain terms that this was for the guests and for now it needed to sit out and cool on the counter. Bailey removed the apron and hung it up, not thinking about it being dirty and considered what he was going to do next. “Listen sweetie, it has been real fun and I mean that. I loved teaching you, but I have to get going now. I have my own date to prepare for tonight. So you go run along and write in your diary about your adventures yesterday okay?” Bailey heard the heels clicking on the kitchen tile as he moved over to Megan and gave her a quick hug. “Thank you Aunty, you have a good time tonight. I love you.” he gave a sweet smile that could have won an Oscar considering how fake it was. Megan placed her hand on Bailey’s cheek. “Have fun tonight, and thank you sweetie, oh and one last thing. After all the guests leave tonight, tell your mom you want to wear matching outfits tomorrow. I’m sure she would just get a kick out of it, and she deserves to have those moments. It will be your last day as her daughter after all.”

As the door closed the smile on Bailey’s face turned to a scowl. “Fucking harpy, doing all this and trying to turn chuck against me.” The words had venom galore in them, but they still came out in a whisper, just in case she somehow heard him. Bailey looked at the pie and his thoughts of eating it now died, but as hungry as he was he needed something. Opening the fridge Bailey let out a long sigh as he looked to the sandwich meat in a drawer and then to the multitude of diet smoothies ready for him. With a glance to the door Bailey saw it closed but not locked or latched and then back to the smoothies and took one before heading back to his bedroom to drink it and fill out his little pink diary. Thinking it would be just like her to say she was leaving and then double back to catching him in the act of not following what she said. “You can’t trick me, I’m just going to do what you said.” Bailey said out loud pleased with his decision to out maneuver Megan so she couldn’t punish him further.

The rest of the afternoon passed with Bailey finishing off the horrible drink, writing about the water park and texting with his most recent best friend. Bailey was telling Candi all about the fun she got to have with her Aunt, it was mostly just talking about spending time with her and how she showed Bailey how to bake. Bailey was genuine when he bragged about how good it smelt and how everyone was going to be blown away by the taste, or at least he hoped as much. Candi talked about coordinating outfits, and Bailey had to confess to already being ready and showed his bestie a selfie. Candi loved it, but was upset Bailey didn’t tell her earlier as now she didn’t have enough time to give herself a proper hairdo, like something from a bygone era. Much of the conversation devolved into talking about hair styles, that Bailey mostly had to spend time looking up to just keep up. Bailey put the phone down on the charging cradle when he heard Mandy come home.

“I made it home early to get dinner started, oh wow that smells wonderful. Honey, where are you?” Bailey stepped out of the bedroom and held the sides of the dress to the side and gave a little twirl. “Hi Mommy, I borrowed one of your dresses, I hope it is okay. Do I look pretty?” Bailey was trying to be playful, he often teased Mandy when she dressed up if she asked if she looked okay or pretty, and figured she would get a kick out of the reversal. The expression on her face or her words didn’t let Bailey know she got the joke, or if she did she was playing along. “Princess you look beautiful!” she said, coming closer. “Twirl around like that again for me sweetie.” When Bailey did so Amanda put her hand to her mouth and took a step back. “You are just precious, I cannot believe everything you got done today. Megan was singing your praises about how you got everything clean and how you wanted to help her bake. I am so proud of you to be working so hard to get along with her. I held out hope that the two of you would get along one day and just wow look at you. She said you chose a dress from my closet, but wow you chose so wonderful. Of course you always did have an eye for fashion, now you just get to model it too.” Amanda was speaking faster and a little more jumbled in topics than normal with how excited she was. Reaching over she gave Bailey a hug and a large smile. “So you helped your Aunt in the kitchen, you ready to help your mom?”

Bailey was not really spoiled for choice in the moment or any recent moments in his life right now. “Oh my gosh, Like of course I would do anything to spend time with you Mommy!” Amanda gave Bailey a small nod and kicked her heels off next to the kitchen table. She talked as she moved into the kitchen. “You know, I was sad we had to go with such a bubbly air headed personality that was over the top girly for you. Though it has grown on me and I can tell you have been giving it your all. Now I am just happy to have you as you are, it is like living a dream that I only partially knew I wanted.” If what Bailey had said in character to Megan earlier was like a punch in the stomach to his male ego, the love of his life talking like this was like a stab with a knife. If this kept up much longer the woman in his life would be dragging his male ego into a dark alley and shooting it dead. While Bailey was off in his own head Amanda started to pull different things out of the fridge before looking over to her daughter and called out more than once to get her attention. When Bailey finally snapped out of it she just shook her head. “When I said I like the way you are I did not mean for you to space out and act like a ditz. Get over here so we can start the prep work.”

The two started working on getting all the food ready or Amanda explained what they would be doing and left the preparations to Bailey so she could go get ready for tonight, not willing to be underdressed compared to her daughter. Bailey looked down at the pretty cursive hand writing of Mandy, she had quickly scrolled down what they were making tonight for Bailey to follow. The cursive was pretty, but had a cramped tight style to it, making it a little harder to read. It gave basic instructions for making Chicken Cordon Bleu, a Dijon sauce for it and two sides. One of Balsamic glazed green beans and the other roasted carrots with thyme. When Amanda came out of the bedroom she saw Bailey hard at work chopping the large peeled carrots into slices. Bailey almost cut himself when he saw Mandy. She wore a red skirt that puffed out a bit with a black sleeveless blouse he had seen her wear before to the office. At the office she would also wear a blazer and not have so many of the top buttons undone. She stood tall in a pair of five inch heels that he thought he had only seen her wear once. Bailey watched as Mandy gave a little twirl and asked. “So do you think I am pretty?” The same thing he was mimicking earlier and without her getting the joke it just now more seemed like a daughter taking on the mannerisms of her mom. What Bailey wanted to say was that they needed to get to the bedroom now before anyone came over so he could have her, but with the tuck kit now firmly in place and pills he remembered to take before she came home that wasn’t an option, even if it was ‘acceptable’ to break character. “Wow.. I mean just wow Mommy, I hope to look as pretty as you do one day.” Bailey said remembering how he made this woman, this sex goddess promise him that she would help him stay in character.

Amanda beamed at Bailey and came to stand next to the feminized man in the small kitchen. “You look lovely tonight princess, we are just lucky Derrick has a daughter instead of a son.” She laughed at her own joke before getting her hands dirty to help Bailey cook. Unlike how Megan taught with giving instruction and paying close attention to make sure everything was perfect. Amanda worked alongside Bailey letting her read the instructions and only giving little advice to her and there if she saw a problem. The first thing they put in the oven was the carrots, Amanda explaining that since they had such a small oven and they would take the longest to cook that they would start there and swap them out for the green beans and chicken later. Once the chicken was pulled out to set and cool off they would be put back in to finish cooking.

With the food just needing a little more time Bailey worked to add a tablecloth to the table and set out Amanda’s good china. Something Bailey had told her was a waste of space considering they never had an occasion to use, till now. When a knock came to the door Amanda looked to the time. “Honey, get the door and let our guests in, I need to run back and put on some jewelry.” Bailey wasn’t a fan of her getting gussied up for Derrick, but two factors pushed the thought back. One was that he flat out told her she could, and the second was he wasn’t sure she was doing it for him, after all she did mention not being out done by her daughter. So if Megan didn’t treat him like a Barbie doll Mandy might just have stayed in what she wore to work. Moving to the door Bailey put his now red tipped fingers to the door and let out one last long breath, or as long as the tight corset was going to allow before opening the door.