The birth of a new day

Mandy looked down at the young woman sleeping peacefully in her bed. While an ever smaller part of her knew this was wrong she let that voice be silenced by the feeling of joy and love that having her daughter here had brought her. While she knew this was still only temporary to get them through the summer she was committed to enjoying every last moment of motherhood that she could. Leaning down, she gently kissed her daughter's forehead before picking up her phone off the bedside table. Quickly setting an alarm for the sleeping girl she set the phone back down then placed a card next to the phone for Bailey when she woke up. Looking at her watch she took one more joyful look at her daughter before exiting the room and heading off to the office. She just needed to put in a few hours early this morning and then she could leave after lunch to make sure everything was just perfect for the night's party.

Bailey woke to the sound of his phone's alarm going off. Shocked as a familiar but unwanted song blared at him. That bitc… Aunt Megan must have changed his ringtone. His usual AC/DC had been replaced by “Barbie Girl '' by Aqua. He just managed to silence the thing as the chorus played.

Bailey, now awake and irritated, rubbed his eyes to remove the sleep only to be reminded of his new lashes as they still felt like he had curtains on his eyes and he didn’t think he would ever get used to being able to see his own lashes in his peripheral vision. Reaching to grab his phone and change his ring tone back he saw the card Mommy must have left sitting on the bedside table. Picking it up he winced at the sheer girliness of the card; it was a pink affair with a ballerina dancing on the front. Inside Mandy had written a short note.

"To my sweet daughter on her 18th birthday. I know your birthday is already past but we didn't get to celebrate. I hope today is a wonderful day for you and I just want you to know how proud I am of the women you are becoming. Happy birthday my precious Bailey!"

Ugh! Bailey thought as he tossed the card back on the bedside table. Mandy was really getting into character which he guessed was a good thing if he wanted to keep pulling off this disguise, but he still didn't have to like it. As he went to get up he heard the chirp of a text on his phone. Looking at the phone he saw a text from Miss April.

"I will be there in an hour. I will text you when I pull up. Please be ready to go when I get there as we have an appointment to keep."

"Fudge" Bailey cursed as he quickly went to get a shower. He had completely forgotten about the stupid appointment. He still didn't really understand what it was about all Mom...Mandy had said that April had found something to help his disguise down below. So he guessed maybe it was some more detailed version of the tuck kit he had been using, still he didn't understand why he had to go see someone for it. Surely April could just pick it up and bring it to him. But no one asked him so here he was now rushing to get ready. A week ago an hour would have been way more time than he needed to get ready but now with all the new requirements of being a teenage girl he would be pushing it to be ready in time.

Quickly walking to the bathroom he started the shower while stripping off the baby blue nightie and panties. The absence of the hamper in the bathroom reminded him of Mommy’s new punishment for not doing his laundry. He hadn't bothered with it since this was supposed to all be over by now but now he would need those clothes. He needed to make sure he talked to Mandy about getting them back. With no hamper he just tossed the clothes in the corner of the bathroom before hopping in the shower.

He quickly began the process of washing his new longer locks before moving on to his body. His chest was still aggravatingly swollen and sensitive. He trembled a little as he ran the wash cloth over his erect nipples as a strange but not unpleasant feeling shot through his body causing his free member to quickly rise to attention. Reaching down he took hold of himself and began to stroke his shaft. Needing release so badly. He had come yesterday with Aunt Megan but he needed to come on his own and not while enduring any of her twisted games. He was interrupted however by the chirp of this phone on the bathroom counter. The sound pulled him back to reality and reminded him he didn't have time for this right now. Frustrated and horny he switched the water over to cold before finishing his shower.

Walking back into his bedroom with his hair up in a towel and another wrapping his body he began figuring out what he was going to wear today. Upon opening the closet he realized he was in real trouble. He had apparently worn almost everything they had bought for him and without the clothes in the hamper he didn't like the few options he was left with...not at all. He quickly ran to check the laundry room only to find his clothes from the weekend sitting in the washer where he had put them before going to bed last night. Hoping to throw his jeans in the dryer real quick he reached in only to find them still dry and covered in detergent. "Gosh darn it" he yelled. In his sleepy state last night he had apparently not turned the machine on after he loaded it. He quickly ran to Man...Mommy’s room only to find it locked. Bowing his head in defeat he returned to his closet. He had very little choice left. The closet was almost empty, three dresses hung there. The green dress Candi had picked for him which was far to dressy for a morning outing, a sundress he had picked out for Candi but that she had insisted would look better on him, and the scandalous dress that Candi and Megan had insisted he just had to get for when he went clubbing, like that was going to happen. He would rather be dead than caught out in the strappy little piece of fabric that they insisted counted as a dress. He considered the sundress but decided he might need that for whatever silly party they were planning for tonight. Not that his only other choice was much better. Reaching up he grabbed the only other items left to him. A white skirt and a lace edged baby blue off shoulder top. Tossing them on the bed he turned to the dresser to find some underwear. Opening the top drawer he was shocked to discover his shortage of clothing was apparent here as well if not quite as bad. He only had three bras left, one sports bra, the ridiculous bombshell pushup bra Candi had pushed on him, and the strapless bra he had bought. He quickly grabbed the strapless white bra, thankful to not have to wear another pushup to draw more attention to his breasts and tossed it onto the pile on the bed before searching for some panties. He had a few more options here but no good ones. He finally settled on a lacy pink pair of hip huggers so at least he didn't have to deal with his ass being flossed by another thong.

Sitting down at his vanity he frowned at the girl he saw staring back at him. His new lashes really drew attention to his eye in an all too seductive way, or at least they would have drawn attention if not for the other new addition to his face. He wanted to cry when he looked at his lips. He had hoped when he went to bed that they were just swollen and would go back down to a less ridiculous size by morning… but he wasn't that lucky. He was mortified as he reached up and touched the pillowy cushions he now had for lips. His lips were soft and full, the kind of lips that just begged to suck on something. Taking his hand back he was shocked even more to see that his lips were so plump that they no longer fully closed unless he thought to **** them shut which only worked to make it appear like he was puckering for a kiss. Anytime he relaxed they remained slightly parted, showing off his bright new smile. Overall he now had a pair of pouty DSL's that would leave any man dying to have them wrapped around his cock. They reminded him all too well of the lips he had loved on Candy that had gotten him into this mess. Staring into the mirror he felt the weight of the last week hit him. As his emotions overwhelmed him and tears streamed down his face.He had tried to play his part, he had tried to run away, and yet the more he fought the more life seemed to strike back at him or at least the worse Megan made things. This was all Auntie… that bitches fault she claimed to not have had anything to do with his lips but deep down he knew she was lying. She had done so much to him and he hated her for it but now he needed her help. He had ****; he had to stay hidden until her P.I. was able to clear his name. He had ****; he would have to play his part to a tee… he would have to be a good girl… the kind of girl that just loves to please.

Regaining his composure after a minute or two he wiped his face on the towel wrapped on his hair before quickly setting to work on his makeup knowing his pity party had cost him time he didn't have. He took care to recreate another of the looks Candi had shown him. Finishing off the fun flirty look with a nice red lip gloss to contrast the blue top he was going to wear. Once finished he set to work on his hair blow drying it. He decided to forgo a braid or straightening today and instead gently brushed it out letting his hair fall free down his back in gentle waves with an ever so slight curl to them.

Walking back into the bathroom he quickly applied a fresh tuck kit and retrieved the phone he had left on the counter. He noticed he had missed a text from Candi but would have to respond to her on the ride to his mystery appointment. Heading back over to the bed he dropped the towel around his chest and went to finally get dressed. Pulling the panties up he was shocked by two realizations at once. First the panties clung to his ass much tighter than he expected. And secondly they were sheer, made of some kind of mesh and lacy. So while his ass was fully covered it was completely on display. Frustrated at how his lack of exercise in the last few months had apparently affected his ass. He had always had a nice butt, Mandy had told him so more than once, but now his lack of exercise had caused him to put on more weight as he realized his ass and hips had developed more fat causing his ass to jiggle in the ridiculous panties as he turned to stare at it in the mirror on the back of his door. The stupid panties made it look like he had a girlish bubble butt. Taking one more look he decided then and there to start working out again, he had to get this under control before he lost any more muscle definition. Moving on he grabbed the bra struggling at first with its lack of straps but once he got the breast boosting inserts into the cups it settled tightly into place. Figuring out the top was even more difficult; he had to slide it down past his breast before working his arms into the arm sheaths then finally pulling it up the rest of the way. Once it was in place he was mortified to see how little it covered he had worn other crop tops but this was different the lace lined top began just above his breasts and eand just as abruptly just below the edge of his bra. To make matters worse it constricted his arms if he tried to lift his arms past his chest the rest of the top moved with him threatening to reveal the lacy bra underneath. "Fudge! These clothes are ****." He screamed as he slid on the skirt, a little white cotton number with a built in belt with a heart shaped buckle. Settling across his hips just beneath his pierced belly button. The skirt thankfully wasn't the tightest one he had worn but it was short… very short, stopping 2 inches past his ass. Trying hard not to think about how exposed he was and how **** it made him feel him ducked back into the closet in search of shoes. Reluctantly he grabbed the box containing a pair of light blue cross back stilettos. Candi had picked them and now he knew why as they matched his current outfit perfectly. Sitting back at the vanity he slipped on his heels hearing his phone ding once again. Standing up and taking a moment to adjust to the 5 inch heels he walked over to the bed with the seductive sway of his hips putting on quite the show if anyone had been watching.

Picking up the phone he saw a text from Megan.

"Waiting on your first video sweetie I hope you haven't forgotten our deal. I know how bad you want to be a good girl and how important your motto is to you. You must have just gotten distracted. I know it can be difficult for a girl like you with so many yummy boys to dream about but, a deals a deal honey. Hope to see my good girl soon."

Frustrated Bailey let out a sigh. "I like totally forgot about that!" He rushed over to the full-length mirror shocked at seeing his full appearance for the first time

He looked like a teenage boy's wet dream. He struggled in his mind as his body reacted to the girl in the mirror before his mind could process that it was a reflection. He was horrified to find himself turned on by his own reflection. Quickly trying to avoid staring at himself or dwelling on just how much of a little teenaged tart he looked like he set to work recording his mottos for Megan. Starting with his good girl mantra. Pressing record on the phone he gave a little courtesy before launching into the guidelines for the life he was stuck living.

"A good girl always looks her best. A good girl is polite. A good girl is always obedient. A good girl always smiles. A good girl is seen and not heard. A good girl never argues or complains. A good girl never uses foul language. I am a good girl, happy and proud."

He was a little confused as he finished the first motto to find he actually felt pride surge up at the end. He hated that he felt pride any doing such a stupid thing but at the same time he felt glad to do it right and not be punished the spankings were so humiliating he would be Megan's good girl just to avoid another of those.

He changed his pose before recording the second and much more humiliating part. Megan hadn't said he had to act any certain way while saying this part but he didn't want to risk angering her again so soon so he decided to go all in.

“Hi I’m Bailey, I like to flirt, I like to tease!" He said to the mirror as he bounced a little causing his fake tits to bounce for the camera before dropping onto his knees to finish his motto with a seductive wink and lick of his lips. "I want to show men I know how to please, and sometimes I do it on my knees.” He hated himself for doing it but he couldn't afford to tick her off again. They had a deal and he couldn't risk her thinking he wasn't keeping his side or else she might not keep her end of the deal and help clear his name. Standing back up he straightened his skirt and took one last look in the mirror. What had become of him? He had been reduced to some blonde bimbo and let a woman take his freedom and power from him...he hated this but it was a better prison than the alternative of actual prison. He was man enough to make it through this. The strain of his member against the tuck kit at least reminded him he was still a man where it counted. It also reminded him to take his pills. Grabbing his purse with the pills inside he went to the kitchen and reluctantly fixed himself one of the dreaded smoothies before using it to wash down two of each of the pills. His phone dinged again just as he finished his smoothie. The text was from Miss April, she had just pulled up and was waiting for him, and was in a hurry. A glance at the time told Bailey traffic must have given him an extra fifteen minutes to get ready.. Taking one last look around he grabbed his purse and headed out the door to face whatever the first day of the rest of his strange summer had to offer.