Chapter 19

Leaving the store with bags in hand, Liam looked down at his chest. It was ridiculous that he had a chest, let alone one so large. Yet now he had been fitted with a pushup bra making them seem even bigger. He was wearing a dress, heck he was wearing panties with his dick pulled back between his legs and now he wore a bra made to make him stand out even more for men. At this point Liam didn’t think the day could really get any worse and he knew this was just the first stop.

“I know I told you we could go shoe shopping next, but there are a few things I would like to do first. You are old enough that you should have your own cell phone. Your father isn’t here so I will add you to my phone plan and instead of him paying your part of the bill you can just do a few chores around the house to work it off. How does that sound?”

“You, umm Miss Megan you want me to do chores around your house?” Great, now that she had him looking like a girl she was going to turn him into a maid too. He thought, but didn’t dare voice the complaint.

“Just a little vacuuming, dusting, laundry and such. I know it might seem like a lot with having to do most of the household duties for your father, but this way you also get to have your own cell phone. It is also important to keep teenagers busy so they don’t get into trouble.”

“I don’t do that at home, well a little.” Chuck and him shared the chores that needed to be done, but a lot of the time it ended up being done by whoever couldn’t stand a specific mess as long as the other. They once went two weeks without doing the dishes, it just kept getting worse and worse. It got bad enough that he didn’t want to touch it so the two forked out around four hundred dollars to a cleaning company to come over and do a deep clean to the house.

Megan stopped walking, causing Liam to do the same. She moved over putting the bags down next to a bench before sitting. “Leah, I appreciate you being honest with me. Honesty is always the best policy, but I do not like hearing that you are ignoring your chores at home. Your father works hard to provide for you, the least you could do is keep the house clean for him.”

“That isnt my.,.” Liam started to say when Megan talked over him. “If you are about to say that isn't’ your job, then you are mistaken. Your job as the daughter is to help your father keep the house clean, and to get good grades. From the records I have seen you aren’t doing well with good grades, and you telling me that the chores aren’t getting done isn’t speaking well for you young lady.”

Liam looked at the woman like she had lost a screw, though he knew she had lost more than one. He didn’t really get good grades back in school, it didn’t matter if a class was hard or easy he just did enough to get by. When he was little his mom would praise him when he did well, hugging him and taking him out to get frozen yogurt from the gas station near their house. When she was gone his drunk father always seemed to be of multiple moods and opinions. A good grade not worth celebrating, just expected and if it went down worth punishing. Getting a consistent passing grade just got ignored and ignored was better than the belt or his fist and when he was on a bender Chuck would sign anything that was needed.

“Miss Megan you know about my school grades?”

Megan smiled at the now busty young man. She had done a deep background check on him and had found more than a few surprises that she wanted to get some answers on before she finalized the background paperwork for Leah Megan Summers. “I do.” Or I will once I decide oh how well or bad you would have done in classes she mentally added. “I am interested in the fact that you were in band for a few years, then suddenly stopped taking it.”

Looking down at his hands, folded over the little purse that sat in his lap, Liam hardly paid any mind that he sat with his legs together, feet crossed at the ankle as he thought about being in school years ago and being in band. “I played the alto sax, I could also play the tenor, but it was too heavy for me to carry around.”

He had started wanting to play the tenor saxophone like that president had on television. The case for it was huge, he was even smaller than and had earned him the nickname Little Liam and soon that just turned into Little, dropping his name completely. His mother comforted him and had him switch to the smaller alto saxophone, while his brother showed him how to stand up for himself and act tougher. “Most bullies are all talk, it is simple to talk back just like them. School kids tend to mostly just shove one another, don’t take it. The second someone shoves you, punch them in the gut as hard as you can a few times. If someone isn’t prepared for a gut punch they are going down. Act tough, be tough.” His advice had helped and when their mom was gone, Chuck was the only real one he had. Their father wasn’t one to be counted on, for anything.

“I had to give it up, my father didn’t want to or just wouldn’t pay for the instrument.” Megan nodded, that had answered one of the surprises. She hadn’t expected to find a musical talent in the arrogant man, but it was going to work for what she had planned for him.

“Try and phrase things correctly dear, that your father. You mean your grandfather didn’t want to pay for your uncles musical instrument. You are Leah Megan Summers, I know you love your uncle, but you are not him. Saying things like that will only confuse others. Now, I’m sure your father would love it if you picked up the alto saxophone. In fact I will call him later today to see about picking one up for you at a store.” Liam nodded along, he was Leah, he had to remember to answer questions like Leah, not himself or she would punish him. In fact he was surprised she didn’t give him a strike for that or that she was going to make his brother… his father. Liam corrected himself, he had to get in the right mindset to not mess up and end up on the wrong side of a blow job again. The saxophone… he mentally said to himself thinking about the instrument.

It had been long enough that he never even thought about it anymore, but now that he had it was easy to remember practicing in the kitchen of the tiny apartment while his mother **** a smile on her face as he tried to learn it at first. Neighbors would pound on the walls for him to shut up and she would tell him to pay them no mind and over time that **** smile became something genuine as he got better and better. Liam shook his head, he didn’t want to think about his mom right now, but the idea of getting his hands back on an instrument made him smile much more than the simple one he had to always wear.

“I can see you like that idea, I’m glad. Not to turn the subject to a darker place, but I spoke of keeping you busy so you wouldn’t have idle hands and get in trouble. I did find a sealed juvenile record for your uncle. Do you know what he did?” Megan could get all sorts of information on just about anyone working at Sterling Backgrounds, but a sealed record was beyond her grasp.

Liam gave a shrug, it wasn’t a big deal, but took a second to still get what he was going to say in order to not talk like it was him that did it. “My uncle got caught doing a few things, a few times. Once it was breaking into someone’s home.”

“Your Uncle Liam broke into someone's house? What was he trying to steal?” It didn’t really surprise her that someone like him already had a life of crime, she was happy it wasn’t someting involving a girl though.

“No… well kind of. They stole my… they stole Daddy’s and my Uncle’s bicycles, they didn’t live in a good area and had left them out on the apartment’s porch because of mud. So I, I mean Uncle Liam climbed through their window when they were out the next day to get them back, but the bicycles were there, but someone was in the apartment and called the cops. The cops didn’t care or believe him about the bikes so they took him away in handcuffs. They let him go later because they didn’t want to press charges, course they never got the bikes back either.”

“That doesn’t sound like much to have a sealed record.”

“Umm there was another time Daddy and Uncle Liam drank Grandpa’s beers and when he came home and found the fridge empty he beat them and then threw them out saying they could come back when they replaced what they stole from him. So umm” Liam had to stop and think about the incident a little before continuing. He let out a long breath, feeling his heavy chest move with the breath.

“So they went into the corner store and each grabbed some beer and ran. Daddy had two cases and I had one, but I.”

“Did you steal beer Leah?” Megan said gently. “Are you Liam or Leah? Are you a man or a girl?”

“Sorry Miss Megan!” Shit, shit,shit! He opened his purse to take out his journal, her words were soft, but the stare from her blue eyes felt hard as a rock and knew what was coming. Then he felt her hand move on top of his, pushing the book back down, but her look never changed. I’m Leah, Leah, Leah, I’m Leah. He repeated to himself, now really understanding why she was asking him questions about his past, just to get him to mess up so she can screw with him more.

“I’m Leah, I’m not my Uncle Liam and like of course I’m a girl.” He gave her a shaky smile, but she must have bought it enough, because she gave his hand a light squeeze before letting go and bidding him to continue.

“Umm so Daddy had two cases, but Uncle Liam had one, but he fell when they ran out of the store. The bottles all or mostly all broke, spilling things everywhere and soaking Uncle Liam’s shirt. Daddy looked back and saw Uncle Liam on the ground, but kept running and the store owner grabbed Uncle Liam and called the cops. The judge made him do community service.”

“What about Charles?”

“He got hit some by grandpa, but Uncle Liam didn’t tell the cops or the judge or anything.”

“I see, well I’m certainly glad you didn’t inherit your Uncle’s pension for getting in trouble the the law. You are a good girl, are you Leah?”

“A good girl and proud.” Liam responded right away, the verse flowing easily from him.

“We better get on our way, we have a lot more shopping to do and I think there's a piercing kiosk we can stop off at on the way to the phone store. You are too old not to have your ears pierced.” Liam touched his left ear, he had his upper ear pierced there.

Soon enough Liam had a new phone, a Galaxy S5, much newer than the last phone he had. This one was sitting in a phone case that looked more like a wallet, and one made for a girl. It had a black seam, but the rest was white leather, except for the center. That was a butterfly with one pink wing, the other wing looked like it was made from pink flowers. Something girly for him to hold in his hands, to go along with the new accessories in his ears.

He now had double piercings in his ear lobes, in the first holes were fake pearl and sterling silver stud earrings, in the other a pink topaz and sterling silver studs. The upper ear on his left ear that was already pierced now had tiny butterfly earrings. Apparently Leah loved butterflies and fireflies. The last addition for jewelry was a silver cross necklace, that he felt odd wearing considering the only time he had gone to church was with a girl he was dating around Christmas, but now it was going to be part of his normal wardrobe.

“Some girls have an accessory that they almost always wear, this necklace is going to be one of yours. Your uncle may be a heathen, but you Leah are going to be a nice Christian girl with proper values.” Most Christians he knew acted nothing like how their book told them to act, and forcing him to be Christian seemed laughable, or it would if the woman didn’t have the means to make him act the way she wanted.

“I think we have put off your favorite store long enough. Tell me Leah, what is the number one thing you love?”

Liam thought of the list he had to make that morning and how the number one spot had already been filled out. So he smiled large enough to show the pink braces on his top teeth, wanting Megan to see his enthusiasm. If he acted happy enough he might be able to steer he toward some girls flats if he gushed about how cute they were and avoid at least some of what she wanted him to wear. “High Heels, I just love them, love them, love them!”