End of a day, Start of a day

Bailey slept fitfully, his dreams seemed to be a jumbled mess of things like Katya from the salon saying Detka, a baby or her saying Krasivaya for beautiful. Bailey was looking in the mirror at the salon the curtain of eyelashes in his view like when he wasn’t as used to them. The woman holding out his hair to the side. “How want?” She said as Mandy stood behind him holding up a photo of a hairstyle. Suddenly he was looking up August, he loomed over him like a skyscraper. When he smiled the sun glinted off his teeth, clausing a blinding light and before Bailey’s eyes could adjust he felt something fleshing pressing on his lips. Opening his eyes Bailey could see a dick, not just any penis, but Augusts. Bailey turned to run away, but April was standing there. Her arms crossed and looking none too pleased with Bailey. “I don’t know why you want to act like a bimbo, but if that is how it is then you will not be telling my brother no. Now hurry up and blow him.” She said impatiently. Bailey looked behind him, August was getting closer. A voice called out from the distance, he recognized the voice, it wasn’t talking to him, but right now he felt it applied . “It isn’t going to suck itself.” It was his own voice, but firmer, with confidence and command. Something he had once said to a girl who was **** after she had gotten him worked up. Turning away from August, Bailey put his back to him and his sister and tried running, but his steps slowed. Looking down he saw he was in a tight dress and tall heels that made it so he couldn’t move nearly as fast. While looking down he bumped into someone, looking up he saw it was Megan, with wolfish smile. The longer Bailey looked at her the taller and taller she got. “You don’t look like you are being a good girl. Bailey tell me what it means to you to be a good girl.

“A good girl always looks her best.” Bailey looked down feeling his clothes moving around on their own. His heels changed shape to a rounded toe black five inch pump, his tight dress growing shorter and revealing legs covered in sheet hose and the weight of earrings appeared. Bailey felt stunned looking down at himself, dressed a young woman ready for a night out on the town and even stunned his mouth kept moving with his mantra. “A good girl is polite.” Clasping his hands together in front of him, Bailey couldn’t help but look down at the ground in front Megan, trying to look demure. “A good girl is always obedient.” Turning one of his feet, Bailey was ready to head back toward August, he didn’t want to go back to him, but he was told to do so, and he had to listen to April was and adult, and he wasn’t. “ A good girl always smiles.” Still looking at the floor and ready to go do as he was told, Bailey felt his face change from a scowl at how horrible this all was to a smile. He now looked like a demure girl, happy to go do as she was told and give a blow job to a boy and he hated it with every fiber of his being. “ A good girl is seen and not heart.” As he said those words his voice grew softer. “A good girl never argues or complains.” He had to do as he was told and put another man's cock in his mouth, and yet he knew he wouldn’t utter one word of protest. “A good girl never uses foul language.” Words like Fuck, shit, bitch wouldn’t be coming out of his mouth instead Bailey had to replace them with Sugar, Peaches, with the foulist word he was allowed to say, darn. “I am a good girl, happy and proud.” Shoulders back, chest out, Bailey’s eyes slowly looked up at the towering amazon that was Megan. Who smiled down happily and with a motion of her hand Bailey spun around and moved to do as she was told. One foot in front of the other, hips swaying, arms bent at the elbow and wrists bent to keep her bracelets where they were. She could see August upahead, through out ever changing dream Bailey paid no notice to how the world behind the people she met changed, and now she only looked to August’s cock. “My name is Bailey, I like to tease, I like to please and sometimes I do it down on my knees.” She said to the man as she slid down on her knees. Many voices talking all around him at once.. “Krasivaya detaka.” “You can’t say no to him.” “I love having a daughter!” “Bailey are you a good girl?” “It isn’t going to suck itself.” “You are the best sister ever!” “Hussies like this will take advantage of a good boy like you.” “I found your horse Cherry.” “Remember you need to act ditzy so that people will ask you less questions.” “I can’t wait for our third date.” The last voice Bailey knew was never heard, it was the last text received from August before she went to bed, yet he was standing in front of her ready for her to get to work. Without freedom of choice, she was obedient, without choice she smiled as the thick member grew closer to her lips.

Bailey opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue ready to receive it when something snapped in him and he bared his teeth like he was ready to bite the thing if it got any closer. His hand released the dock in his hand and he shouted out, not up to August, but to the world. “I AM NOT A GIRL! I’M BAILEY ANDREW SMITH, A GROWN MAN!!” The world itself seemed to shudder and shake as Bailey rose to his feet, the girly clothing starting to change to something more masucline. He had enough, he was long past his breaking point. His muscles strained as he tensed them all, but then he heard another voice. “You are Bailey Ann Best, my daughter and I love you.” Then another voice. “You are my wonderful girly niece, Bailey Ann Best.” Then another. “You are my godchild Bailey Ann Best.” And another. “I love you like my own daughter Bailey Ann Best and one day you will be my daughter too. Bailey started to turn around, his cloths warping back to how they were a second ago as the people behind the voices came into view. Amanda… Mandy, no his Mommy. Aunt Megan, Miss April, Mr. Connors and then Candi came into view as she ran forward and hugged him. “You are Bailey Ann Best, my best friend and my sister and we all love you.” All the righteous anger in him flooded out as he started to cry. He wasn’t getting away, He was both Bailey Andrew Smith and Bailey Ann Best, but only one could be in the world at a time and right now no one was going to let him change back, all for their own reasons and not all of them even knew they were doing it. Some did it for love, some for self interest and others cruelty, or somewhere inbetween.

Slowly Bailey opened his eyes, his heavy eyelids fluttering as he felt someone… Candi get out of. He hardly ever work up before when sharing a bed as the mattress shifted, but under the covers on the small bed there was no way he could lay with Candi without them touching one another and the last few nights they ended up cuddling as they slept, and now as she got up the lack of her warmth was noticeable. Out of habit he smiled over to her as she tried to move through the room sneakily. At least she was trying to let him him sleep. He remembered them climbing into bed last night and shortly after she had gotten back up. Dug through her suitcase and pulled out her multi-pronged vibrator. “Time for some self love, because tonight was…” Her face grew red, he could tell she was thinking about everything that happened tha tonight. “Should I do this in here? After everything we did together…? No, forget it.” She started toward the bedroom door. Bailey would have loved to see her bring herself to orgasim, but didn’t think it would be such a good idea with how pent up he was. “You can like stay if you want.” Bailey knew he shouldn’t have said that, he had just decided not too… yet his own face had started to blush looking at her in the babydoll nightie, holding that thing. “Should I? Umm..” She wanted to stay, Bailey could tell, he could push her to do what he wanted, like he had done many times over. “You could like show me how to use that thing, it looks like umm a lot.” Candi looked at her toy and smiled. “Okay, but like another time I gotta like…” Candi looked to the door, scrunching up her face in contemplation before moving back towards the door out out it. “Scared her off, but I guess it is for the best.” Bailey blew some air out of his lungs as he thought of what she was doing in the other room. Closing his eyes his hand reached up to his breast, imagining it was hers as he started to play with it, rub his hands and fingers across his nipples. They seemed to respond to his touch right away and so did his trapped member. “Mmmm, so good, mmm.”

Bailey reached over and opened the drawer on his night standing and looked down at the white applicator, the cream, the purple dildo and his diary. He could get off with them and this stupid thing, he reached for it, but pulled his hand away. He didn’t want that right now and after some practiced had learned that if he touched himself in the right way on the prosthetic some sort of vibrator would activate on his dick. One hand still on his breast, he reached into his panties with the other and started feeling around the slit between his legs. Slipping one finger, then two into himself he felt around, it was moist like he would expect from any woman, but little sensation to himself. “OH… yes..!” His body shuddered as he tweaked his nipple. His own voice turning him on more, if he closed his eyes he could pretend he was fingering another woman. He moved his fingers in and out and rubbed. Listened to his breathing and the short breath things he said. “Oh, that’s good. So good.. Aaahhh. Oh yes, cum for me baby, cum for me.” Bailey tried to pretend it wasn’t his own voice. He was male, but it was still his own voice, softer, and higher, but still him, so he changed it up and used the voice he had for the Skipper doll, while thinking about the different woman he had fingered over the years. He wanted more, and slid some of his fingers up to touch the clitorous. That was the sweet spot and it brought to life the device and soon he had to bite down on one of the pillows as he touched that and his own chest. Quickly, so very quickly he felt his own dick starting to pulse and spasms he erupted. He never had a problem with cumming too quickly for girls, but with how fast he just came he knew no woman would have been satisfied. It felt like he hadn’t cum in decades. Pulling his hand out of his panties, Bailey made a disgusted look at his hand with how much cum was on it, it was like he cumed buckets and he was sure his panties were soaked. He couldn’t go to the bathroom so he went out and washed his hands in the kitchen, even though he wanted nothing more than to close his eyes now. Candi was still busy and Bailey went back into his room he stripped off his panties and as he took a step to the drawer for another pair felt more of his seed drip from his crotch onto his thigh. Pulling up another pair, Bailey cleaned off his leg with a tissue before rubbing his prosthetic to try and get out any more that might slip out. On girls he had just fucked, or on porn it was like tottaly hot to see a girl so full of cum it seeped out, but on him it was like, disgusting, even if it was his own seed. The release had felt wonderful and as he put his head back down on the pillow he felt ashamed. He had just gotten off from touching his own chest, playing with himself like a girl and it had felt… His thoughts were interrupted when Candi came back into the room, her face red and breathing a little heavy. “I like really needed that. Like Oh my god, can we talk about tonight?”

Her eyes shifted down to the open nightstand drawer and her smile grew in size like someone had just told her the best secret. “Looks like I wasn’t the only one.” Glancing at the drawer, Bailey had forgotten to close it, he hadn’t used anything in there, but he had still gotten off like a girl and the shame in him grew. “Next time, you should totally try this though.” Candi said putting her own toy inside Bailey’s nightstand and closed the drawer. “I like don’t need that!” Walking around the bed Candi climbed in next to Bailey. “Oh, like don’t worry it is totally clean. Besides, this way I don’t have to like hide in in my suitcase if we need it again.” Three, now Bailey had three female sex toys in his nightstand and he prefured the old number of zero, he wished there was a shooting star so he could wish that he still had zero. “So like with the boys, tonight was, well… wow you know. With you having both of them on your face, Oh my god! So I was like thinking, maybe we could do something like again, but like also how we did it with the life guard.” Peaches, this girl wanted Bailey to be her body proxy acting like a slut. Aunt Megan and Miss April were forcing him to do things with August, he was not going to do more because she was randy and was exploring some fetish she just leared she had. “Candi, that like not…” Candi put her arm around Bailey and pulled herself close as she got more comfortable on the small bed. “I know.. I know. You are just like so experienced with this stuff and it still frightens me and with tonight. Nevermind , I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Closing his eyes tightly Bailey hated that he could hear the rejection in her voice, like she was reprimanding herself. Sugar, now I feel like that bad guy for not doing what she wanted, how does she do that? “Listen, sis. Umm don’t like ever feel bad for liking something, if you like it and like imagine and want to do it, that is like totally fine. Like everyone has things they want to try, you just like think and dream about it and talk to me. Don’t go and like busy it deep down, its totally normal.” What she was talking about was not normal, but he didn’t want her to feel bad. He was in no way going to do what she wanted, but some hot thing talking to him about her sexual fantacys didn’t sound so bad. “You're the best.” I like don’t know if you are the best Best, but you are without a doubt my best friend.” Rolling over in the bed so that the two were facing one another Bailey put his arm over her like she had him. Opening his eyes just a little he saw her with the light from the nightlight through his thick eyelashes. “You are right, I am like totally the best.” Scrunching up her nose Candi tickled Bailey a little on his side and he let out an uncontrolled giggle from the unexpected ****. “You were supposed to say I am your best friend.” Bailey tried pushing her hand away and to control his laughter so he didn’t wake Mommy up. “No like you said I was the best friend, how can you be the best and me be the best?” Candi scowled at Bailey thinking how she was such a little brat. “We were having a touching moment and you like ruined it.” Bailey shrugged and then tried to scoot away when Candi continued her **** for the nonreply. He attempted to tickle her back and Candi’s laughter joined his own and as he struggled to get beyond her reach on the small bed he tumbled to the floor. Sitting up he looked up at her and stuck his tongue out with the victory of escaping her, when the bedroom door was flung open. Both of them looked to the now open door and saw Amanda with a look of worry on her face, that slowly faded away, leaving her just looking tired. “Bailey, are you girls okay?” Standing up Bailey started to play with his hair feeling nervous like he was in trouble for waking her up and really didn’t want to be punished again. “Yeah we were like playing and I fell.” Amanda’s eyes shifted between the two girls, it was past midnight and they were both up still playing. She was happy they were okay, upset that they had woken her up and yet she was happy that Bailey was truly enjoying herself, having fun. She thought about the conversation she had with her sister and how Bailey asked for these changes as she looked at her in her babydoll nightgown looking like a teen girl who was about to be in trouble. “You girls need to keep it down.” She looked at the clock on the nightstand and let out a sigh. “No, you both need to get some sleep. If you wake me up again I will turn both of your backsides red. Clear?” Both of them nodded and Bailey climbed back into bed as Amanda closed the door and headed back to her room. Baile had been much more concerned about doing as he was told to avoid being punished than what she thought of him at that moment. As she closed her own bedroom door she thought about the childlike behavior she had seen from Bailey, and how much it seemed she seemed to enjoy not having the stress of the world's expectations on her.

“You are like totally not sneaky at all.” Bailey said to Candi as she started to round the bed. “You don’t need to be sneaky when you are adorable.” Bailey rolled over and closed his eyes. “I don’t get away with anything.” He said thinking about the threat from last night. He would rather have the threat than the actual thing, but it didn’t really feel like he got away with them waking Mommy up. She was always an early riser, but hated being woken up in the middle of the night and was always **** for sex after she had already fallen a sleep and couldn’t imagine she was too happy with being woken up from laughter and him falling. “Well you should have just said, Mommy I’m so sworry, pwease we will totally not making any more nwoise. It would have totally worked last night.” Sitting up on the bed Bailey looked at the girl, his eyes only half open. “You like want me to use baby talk?” Candi gave a few nods of her head. “I didn’t see you telling her that last night.” Candi squatted down to pull some clothes from her suitcase, glancing over her shoulder to answer Bailey. “Well Mom was really angry at you.” Touching the bad of his index finger to his thick bottom lip Bailey thought to what Mommy had said the night before, not wanting to argue with Candi if he was wrong. “No, like she said she would spank both of us and I see you are calling her Mom again.” Standing up Cand came over and sat at the foot of the bed on Bailey’s side of the small bed. “Oh yeah she totally did, but I like had the most amazing dream last night.” At least one of us did Bailey thought as the memories of the odd dream, like August being as tall as a skyscraper started to fade from his waking mind. “I was the maid of honor when are parents were getting married and it was so nice, she had the most lovely dress and mine was lavender with white and yours was mostly white with lavender.” Bailey interrupted her, he had been to plenty of weddings and the girls all tended to wear the same thing. “Why was like my dress different?” Putting the clothes she was holding down on the bed, Candi brought her hands together in a praying motion and brought he tips of her index fingers to her mouth, holding it there for a second as she thought back to her dream. “Well like I think subconsciously I know how you love flowers so you were like the flower girl. You were sooooo cute!”

Bailey groaned and let himself fall backwards on the bed. “I don’t want to be a flower girl.” Getting up from the bed, Candi collected her clothes. “Well like when they get married I doubt I will be the maid of honor either, dreams are just like that sometimes. But it is like totally fun to think about right!? Bailey moved his arm over his eyes as Candi turned the light as she left the room. He was sure she did it so he couldn’t go back to sleep. “Yeah… totally fun.”