Evening comes to a close

Sitting there in the kitchen Bailey sat staring at the laptop's screen and at the image of his, now her new birth certificate. There it was, Bailey Ann Best was officially two weeks older than Candace Ann Connors. "How...how can that just be made?" Megan reached over Bailey and closed the screen. "Knowing what systems pull information from what database, and knowing people who can add a name can all help, but mostly I called in favors and relied heavily on people being lazy and not looking into things. It isn't perfect, but since I used Sterling Backgrounds to say we verified all of it, no one would look too deeply. Just keep yourself from being arrested so your finger prints or DNA is not tied to Bailey Ann and everything will work out for you getting your life back when this is all over."

The idea of that happening, something he hadn't even considered was frightening, but the low chance of something like that occurring gave him a little peace, that the image he saw was temporary and she hadn't somehow deleted his old life and changed it like she had with the photos. "Now go get a sheet of paper and your math workbook. Like earlier you will write your good girl lessons between questions, but you can do it at the table here, then after you can have a scoop of chocolate ice cream or a slice of lemon cake I made a few days ago." Bailey couldn't help himself, his face lit up at the idea of having ice cream. His mouth salivated, remembering having a cone on the hot day at the water park. It felt like it felt like every meal he had just enough nourishment to make his stomach want more, at least until Friday night and tonight, but he promised himself he would keep this meal down. The price of the treat wasn't one he wanted to pay, but she was going to make him do it anyways. "That… sounds… soooo goooood!" Not wanting to be told twice Bailey ran to get his workbook, the annoying thing. He still wasn't sure why he was struggling with the questions, it hadn't been that long since he did this and yet he seemed to be doing things wrong. Hopefully Aunt Meg wouldn't make him do more once he took whatever test she needed him to take.

While Bailey worked, Megan had her laptop back out typing away to setup Bailey's school background. The school system used her company and had every class registered with an ID number and then tied it to a student name. So if you looked up a student you would see a letter grade next to a class ID number. She simply had to duplicate some students entries and tie it to Bailey Ann Best. Middle school and elementary were easier, bur for high school she had to find the right student per class she wanted Bailey to have taken that had the right grade for her nieces academic aptitude. Elementary school she had great grades, middle school she was consistent with Cs at least till eighth grade. Poor girl lost what focus she had when she started to notice boys. Then in high-school she got by with Ds, but as the saying goes. Ds make degrees. She made sure Bailey did well in Child Care one and two, Choir and PE. In the end Bailey had a complete school history through her junior years. But with two failed needed classes, meaning if Bailey was really a student she would have had to go to summer school if she wanted to start next year as a senior. Bailey was just going to be so happy to see her records, she just wished she knew a way to go back and add her to at least last year's year book. Megan looked at Bailey and imagined seeing her in a catholic school girl outfit like she had to wear for the few years her mom sent her to one to get more discipline. The nuns and their rulers helped set her straight and she wished she could make that a reality for Bailey.

Closing the lid of her laptop she looked back over at Bailey who was scratching her head as she glared down at the paper in front of her. "What's wrong pumpkin?" Bailey blew out some air from his lungs and looked up to Megan. "I thought I got this one wrong, but the answers say it is right, but looking at it..

I just know it is wrong." Megan reached over and slide the workbook to her. "Let me see." The answer was of course very wrong, but then so was the answer key that her answer matched. "It looks right to me, why don't you show me how you got the answer." Bailey held in any grumbling and showed her the steps for the problem and then she had him go over the answers he got wrong according to the key. It was annoying that she was making him do this, but at the same time getting the answers correct felt good after getting high-school math so wrong. It would be embarrassing getting something this wrong and look like a fool.

"Okay, I think it is time we got ready for bed." Bailey looked to her, the freezer that held the dessert he desired and back to her. A good girl doesn't argue or complain. Standing up from the table reluctantly Bailey was ready for whatever pajamas she wanted to put him in and mentally kicking himself for believing she was going to let him have ice cream. Megan tracked where Bailey was looking. "Oh we are still having out little treat, we are just getting ready for bed first. Come on now, show me how good of a girl you can be for me." With that Megan clapped her hands twice as if to say chop chop and the two went to dress for bed. Megan helped Bailey strip off the red velvet dress and white tights and provided a large t shirt for him to slip over his bra and panties. "Not sexy like pajamas at home, but you put on these fuzzy socks and I bet you will be comfortable." Next Bailey followed Megan into her bedroom and sat on the bed as she got undressed. It felt like she wanted him to follow her, but suddenly he felt very unsure. She had a wonderful body and seeing her strip set a fire inside him and he hopped off the bed and ran from the room as fast as he could back to Becky's room.

The last thing he wanted was her seeing him get aroused again. Opening his pill bottles he took two of each, dry swallowing them. He tried to think of something not sexy, definitely not the image of Aunt Megan without her blouse, large breasts begging to be freed from their bra and her turning around and bending over at the waist, showing him her sexy panty covered ass. The thought of her ass made Bailey think of Amanda's ass and then the two of them together, laying atop of a bed in lingerie beckoning him close. "No, no, no." Bailey said, shaking his head as he felt his member pushing on the cotton panties. Think of something not sexy… not sexy. A good girl is always polite… Bailey was halfway through the third repetition when he heard a knock on the open bedroom door. "I'm glad you want to be a good girl and for that I think you get to pick tonight's activity." Bailey turned to see Aunt Megan in a silk pearl white night gown that showed plenty of her ample chest. He closed his mouth, not realizing he had started to say the motto out loud at some point, but it had done its job and he was no longer tenting. "With our ice cream we can either watch a few episodes of your Barbie show, or we can watch your favorite movie P.S. I Love You." Both options did not sound great, but more time hearing the phrase "Hi I'm Barbie!" Could drive him mad. "We?"

Megan smiled at Bailey when she caught on. "Auntie could use some cuddling time and I bet you could too. So what are we going to watch?" Bailey's eyes went from foot up to her eyes, lingering on her chest. He hated this woman, this sexy woman. "The movie sounds better." It did sound much better, not good, but better. In the kitchen Aunt Megan had promised a single scoop of ice cream, but in the bowl he found two. It should be no big deal, but the ice cream alone makes him happy. Two scoops felt like he had found a fifty dollar bill. They ate the treat at the kitchen table and Bailey didn't even try to eat lady like and felt a bit of a glutton and it was wonderful. "Did you enjoy that pumpkin?" Leaning back in the chair Bailey gave her a slight content smile. "Thank you Auntie, that was the best." She took another bite of her ice cream before giving him an odd smile. "What?" She motioned around her own face. "Go wash your face sweetie, you are a bit of a mess." When Bailey looked at himself in the mirror he saw a blonde girl with pigtails that had chocolate ice cream smeared a bit in her face. With a sigh he washed his face and hands, hating the image reflected back at him. Now long gone were his bushy eyebrows and with the hair style he felt like a child, but he guessed that was the point with how he was being treated. With a sigh he went out to the living room to take a seat next to Aunt Megan that she indicated by patting the cushion.

Bailey saw the box of tissues ready for the tear inducing movie, he wasn't looking forward to normally. But now with his emotions all over the place lately he knew it could only be worse. Megan put her arm around Bailey, pulling the feminized man closer so that his head was resting on top of her chest. She knew he didn't like the movie, but what surprised her was that it had only been going for six maybe seven minutes before his breathing changed and she found her sleeping and drooling a little. Megan finished the movie and found she really did need the cuddling time. When Bailey wasn't opening his mouth to shatter the image of who she appeared to be she was down right enjoyable to be with. Megan wasn't sure the last time she just sat in the couch leaning into or someone leaning into her. She had some enjoyable time with Charles, but that was mostly them having sex or doing things leading up to that. This was different, something she didn't realize how much she missed.