The start of a bad day.

Biting his bottom lip Bailey looked at himself in the bedroom mirror in Becky’s old room. His head tilted to the side as he moved the flat iron through his long platinum blonde hair. He had put his hair up in curlers the night before after Candi had shown him a pinterest board with different hairstyles. Sleeping with curlers pulling his hair tightly to his scalp hadn’t made for the best night of sleep and after getting dressed he just didn’t like the hairstyle. So he had to take more time out of his morning to get everything right. ‘A good girl always looks her best.’

When he couldn’t get comfortable the previous night Bailey had thought back to the events of the day, his mind focusing on the private time with August. The corners of his lips tugged up as both of his hands cupped the feminine mounds of his chest, while his mind played back the events of the time on the couch, he could feel phantom touches on his soft pliable flesh. His own hand and fingers touched and caressed his nipples, moving along with the recent memory. Bailey found himself taking small shallow breaths, each coming quicker as a deep blush came to his face. “Mmmm.” Bailey moved one hand to fan his face while the other continued, rolling the nipple of his left breast between two fingers and through the satin of his lingerie top. Much like it had earlier in the day Bailey felt his arousal rising as he pictured Auggy suckling on his nipples.

The air conditioned air soon stopped being fanned to Bailey’s face with his hand, as it sunk down to between his legs. Bailey could feel his male member twitching behind the secured prosthetic, he had no way to take his dick in hand like he wanted, but touching the slit of the synthetic skin, right where a woman's clitoris would be he was able to activate the vibrator strapped around his hidden member. It wasn’t the first time the device had stimulated him, but it wasn’t something he often did. So much of his life had given way to femininity, that he had gone from getting off one way or another everyday to hardly ever. Making events like what happened with August earlier in the day much more explosive.

Shifting his legs Bailey squeezed his eyes closed as one hand moved on his chest, rolling one of his nipples between his fingers, while his other hand slid across the part of his fake feminine crotch that kept the vibrator going. He never understood why the thing always seemed to act like it was set on high, just the vibrations from being on his old motorcycle had been a sexual experience that he was powerless to clamp down . Now he had been so worked up that the thought of stopping hadn’t even crossed his mind. How he rubbed himself, the speed of his fingers didn’t change how things felt, at least not for his crotch. Sliding a finger into his vagina didn’t cause any stimulation, the vibrator was simply on or off, but it combined with the erotic feeling coming from the pleasure in his chest had him ready to burst before a few minutes had passed. “Eee, eee, eeee, ah, ah, EEEEE, AH!” Bailey gasped for air, pulling his hand out of his panties, able to feel the sticky mess that now covered his hand. In the dark he couldn’t see what his hand looked like or his cum covering it.

Reaching over to the bedside table he wiped his hand off with a few tissues, the thought of getting out of bed had been dismissed quickly with how tired he felt from the late hour and the post ejaculation release of melatonin, allowing him to finally get to sleep. Now the morning Bailey smiled at himself, it had been a while since he had gotten off just before bed.

“Owie!” Bailey said, pulling the flat iron away from him, glaring at it like it was the object's fault his eyes had glazed over thinking about the night before. “Like, get it together girl.” Bailey said slapping one of his cheeks before getting back to work so he wouldn’t be late for the office like the day before.

Before long Bailey was turning to the side to check out his profile in the mirror. Today he wore a black button up blouse with sleeves having a folded design stopping shy of his elbows and left unbuttoned enough to show his cleavage like Brannon had indicated he wanted. ‘A good girl is always obedient.’ The blouse was tucked into a high waisted white ribbed pencil skirt that came down to mid thigh. On his feet were a pair of white rounded toe, hidden platform feels that easily added four and a half inches to his height. On his right wrist he wore two chunky gold bangles and a pair of diamond shaped dangling gold earrings, both more costume jewelry than worth anything. Satisfied with how everything looked Bailey took his phone in hand, holding it up in the air at an angle before snapping a few photos.

Like the day before Megan stepped out of the front door, this time not on her way to work, but still had to remind the two standing on her driveway that they should get going instead of standing around talking. “Girls, you are going to be late if you don’t get a move on.” Megan smiled at the two, she already knew Bailey was so happy to be down right hyper with their plans, well her plans to pay Liam a visit later in the day, and it seemed that kind of energy was contagious with how the Connors girl was acting. Today she had been dressed in a light coral red ruffled just below knee length skirt with a wrap white blouse with three quarter sleeves and a pair of nude glossy three inch rounded toe heels. She looked pretty, a much more toned down that Bailey’s tight workoutfit, while still being eye-catching.

“Thank you Aunt Megan!” Candi said excitedly, waving her hand in the older woman’s direction before she watched the two get into her sister's car and drive away.

The morning hadn’t been perfect for Bailey, it had been annoying to change his hair after he spent all night in curlers, but it just didn’t look right so it had to be changed he reasoned. Still he was sure the day would be great, by the end of the work day Liam would feel the first stroke of his ****. The arrogant smaller man would get to feel what it was like to wear his first pair of heels. That thought kept Bailey’s smile brighter than normal, up until the group of interns were standing in front of Miss April. Even as he heard the bad news he couldn’t help looking at his peers in the program, how they were dressed. Overall there were twelve of them gathered around the space just in front of his fake god mother’s desk.

Not all of the boys wore full suits, some wore collared polo shirts with khakis, some didn’t bother to wear a tie, while some didn’t bother to wear a blazer. One of them got Miss April’s full attention, Bailey didn’t wish to be in his shoes, knowing exactly how it felt to have her dark eyes bearing down on him like gravity itself. ‘Shoes… her shoes are cute!’ Bailey thought, his mind losing focus on what she was saying as he looked her outfit over. She wore a tan pencil skirt with white buttons down the front, what he assumed was a flap for a fake pocket, with a black three quarter sleeve, collarless blouse that had brass buttons going down in almost the same line as the white ones on the skirt and she had paired with with a cute pair of skin tone rounded toe four inch heels with a half inch hidden platform, that had a black seam around the top of the shoe that ended in a tiny black bow on the front. Bailey’s smile stayed in place unsure of what was going on as the woman only a few years his senior wagged her finger in the boy's direction.

April wasn’t mad, some of these kids were just out of highschool, she knew one girl wasn’t actually turning eighteen and actually be old enough for the program till near the end of it, but her father, like some of the others had pulled strings to get their kids in for what was considered a prestigious summer intern program. Still she had to be stern or they would try to walk all over her, something she had already had to put a stop to more than once with the more entitled of the group. “You do not see any of your colleagues wearing a t-shirt. I don’t care if you wore it with slacks and a blazer over it. You are not some tech bro CEO who gets to look the way they want. You…” She paused for just a heartbeat, poking her finger in his direction, close enough to almost press into his chest as she grasped for the blonde curly haired boy’s name. “Hugh, you are an intern and were told what was acceptable to wear to the office before day one. Did I tell you to dress differently?”

“This isn’t a big deal, and I look good.” Hugh said, not bothering to even look slightly ashamed that he was getting a tongue lashing, as he turned his head to the green eyed girl next to him with short platinum blonde locks. “You agree with me right? I’m Hugh, Hugh Astor. Your father is Derrick Connors right? He works with my mother…” Candi looked at the clothes the boy who was about a year older than her was wearing. She tilted her head almost agreeing with him, his outfit was well put together, he was well groomed, but she also really didn’t like his dismissive attitude, but before she could say anything one way or the other April lowered the register of her voice, while not lowering her volume.

“Mega Corp isn’t a dating show.” She said, snapping her fingers in front of his face to grab his attention back to her. You are here to learn, you will follow directions. I don’t care if your great grandpa started the company. Here. Right now. I am who you report to. So I ask you again, did I tell you to dress differently?”

For his part Hugh made eye contact with the beautiful girl next to him, giving her a half smile before shrugging his shoulders and looking back at the pushy woman in front of him. He could tell from others' body language that she intimidated them, but he knew she was nothing but a secretary with an over inflated ego that was thrown a bone to run this program. “No, you did not.” he responded, proud of himself that he kept himself from rolling his eyes.

“I also put you under Cherry Geller in administration operations. Did she tell you to dress like this?” April had put the arrogant man child with them to learn to accept humble pie. She knew the boy grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth and having him intern to a secretarial pool would just eat at his ego. She had at first considered sending Bailey down there too, having Hugh work with Bailey would accomplish a lot, but Brannon seemed like such a worse position.

“No, but…” Hugh said after starting his sentence with a sigh, but not getting far before April cut him off again.

“There is no but, except yours that will be walking out of the building this morning, heading home and changing before coming back. Mr. Astor what I expect from you is the same thing I expect from everyone. To be a good little worker ant, do as you are told. If you have a problem you are free to quit, we are early enough in the program that I have no problem replacing you with someone from the waiting list. Now, go home, get changed, come back and if I hear one word of complaint I will move you to assisting someone from the janitorial staff, I”m sure they would love to have the help. Am. I. Clear?”

April could see him practically boiling from the inside from anger, but when he hung his head she knew he would do exactly as she wanted. Though there was more than a good chance he would be going to tell his parent about the mean admin who made him feel bad and threatened to make him touch a trash can. Her eyes drifted past him as he slinked off to Candace Connors who was standing next to him and made a mental note to speak to her father to see if he would be willing to give her some cover from those on high. She could call Amanda, and bless her friend she would go to bat for her even knowing she didn’t have the pull to stop the elder Astor from coming down on her if the woman wanted.

“Okay folks.” April said moving back to the center of the group, a crisp snap coming from her left hand as she looked across the young faces around her. The dark eyed woman’s gaze stopped seeing the startled expression on Bailey’s face when she snapped her fingers. ‘Did he wear that blouse just to mess with me!? I just made a point about Hugh wearing a t-shirt and Bailey decided to make himself somehow look more like an office tart.’ She took three quick steps near the feminized man, shaking her head, hating that she had mentally given him credit for at least wearing a skirt that’s name didn’t start with the word mini. “Bailey, what are you wearing?” She said in a harsh whisper, loud enough that Candi on Bailey’s left and an asian boy Bailey didn’t know on his right could hear.

“Umm like…” Bailey looked down, pinching his black blouse, not sure what the problem was for a few seconds that felt like they drew out for minutes. “Oh, Mr. Brannon.” Bailey whispered back with a pout on plump lips. Aunt Amanda had told him that Bailey was already expected to dress a certain way, Miss April had told him that he needed to ramp things up and then Mr. Brannon was more specific. He wasn’t sure why she had a problem when she had pushed him in this direction.

“Did he? Well, never mind then.” She said, stepping back with a predatory smile on her face. ‘One chauvinist making another dress up to please them is exactly the kind of thing I wanted.’ Controlling herself, April let the smile go, forcing herself to regain her sterner demeanor. “Well with that all out of the way, I expect everyone here to continue to be professional as we continue on. We do have some changes on the agenda, going forward all of you will have your lunches split up. All of you will be split up into three groups for when your lunches happen so that we have some interns around at all times.”

Splitting up when employees go to lunch was just normal business, Bailey had no idea she hadn’t already done just that. The problem came when he was put into a different group than the only other person he knew here, his best friend. When the group was split up he approached the woman, positive it was just an oversight. “Miss April.” Bailey said before taking half a step back, feeling the glare press into him like a physical ****. “I mean… Miss Gates. You accidentally put me and Candi on different times for like lunch.”

‘Me and Candi? Did he put himself first because of his ego? Or because he is following my direction to be a ditz?’ April pressed her lips together in a line, holding her gaze with the feminized man. “Miss Connors is doing project work and is on the same schedule as others doing project work, while you are for all purposes taking up the role as an administrative assistant and will be taking lunch at the same time as those in similar roles. As your internship goes on you will be moved around to expand your knowledge and skill set. Perhaps in the future the two of you will be on the same lunch schedule. You are here to work, Miss Best, not hang out with a friend.”

Moving around to sit at her desk, April crossed her legs before scooting her chair closer and looking up into Bailey’s green eyes. “Is there something else I can help you with? April said while she reveled at how easy it was to separate her little brother from Bailey so he would spend more time around Candace.

While April was trying to take some control over her brothers life, in a different part of the building August was sitting in one of the small conference rooms with three others, one from human resources that he had only seen in passing, a stern woman who looked like she could play the part of Skeletor from He-Man if Skeletor had frown lines. A man with dark hair that was just starting to turn gray from age, it not yet touching his mustache. The older man reminded of Tom Selleck, and other than knowing he was one of those people with a V.P. in front of his job title he wasn’t sure exactly who he was and then the last was a middle aged middle eastern man in a suit that he was sure was more expensive than his beat up car. Being told by his boss to go to a small conference room full of three people he didn’t know, one of them being a V.P. and the other someone from HR caused him to feel sweat go down his back. “Good morning” He greeted them, doing his best to project confidence that he did not possess.

“Mr. Gates, do you know why you were called here this morning?” August heard the elderly woman say in a voice that felt sharp enough to cut through a well done steak.

“Because…” He said hesitating. “You have seen how good of a job I’m doing and want to promote me?” The flat expressions on two of their faces told August his little joke to lighten the tension hadn’t worked and the eye roll from the man in the expensive suit told him he was way off the mark, making him start to really worry. He opened his mouth to ask them their names, but the hard glare from the meaner version of Skeletor told him it would be best if he didn’t speak unless spoken too.

“This is not a time to be sardonic.” The executive said harshly.

August watched the man sitting in the middle, the man in the expensive suit look to the people on either side of him, wondering what was going on. It felt like the air conditioning was no longer working, the air was stifling.

“Mr. Gates, do you mind if I call you August?” The middle eastern man asked with a hint of a smile trying to show its way through. He waited for the young man who was clearly over his head to nod before continuing. “August, yesterday we have logs… no wait. I think we started off on the wrong foot. My name is Anas, I am one of the many lawyers Mega Corp retains, to my left is Mary.” Anas paused seeing the sour expression somehow deepen on the older woman’s face. “To my right is Preston, we are here to help both you and Mega Corp.” He continued, using first names for everyone to try and make the tense situation feel more casual.

“Yesterday we have records showing you checked out some records.”

Eager to tell the three what he believed they wanted to know, August spoke up. “I was helping the intern program to scan hard file documents, converting them to images. I was working with…” August stopped talking when Anas held up his hand, but the well spoken man didn’t get a chance to sooth the fast talking August, Preston Girton speaking up first.

“Where exactly are those documents you checked out now?!” As the man leaned forward August leaned back in his chair. He wasn’t sure what was going on, he would gladly tell them anything they wanted to know. An executive, human resources and a lawyer were asking him questions, this was not a good meeting to be in.

“Calm yourself Preston, we will get to that. No need to make the lad worry about getting in trouble.” Preston glared at the lawyer for using his first name.

“Do you know who I am?” Preston asked both August and Anas.

“I do…” Anas said calmly, holding up a hand so August knew not to say anything. “August Preston here is the CDO, or the Chief Data Officer of this branch of Mega Corp. Please forgive him, he is just worried about what might have happened to some of the files you checked out yesterday. It seems they never made it back in and looking over the area where you worked, they were not found.”

A bead of sweat slid down August’s forehead. The lawyer was clearly trying to keep things calm, and the executive who he thought was a VP, was actually someone higher and he had apparently not checked in a box. “I ahh… I thought I got everything. We put everything into piles and then put them back after we scan them.”

The group interrogated him about almost every minute of his day as they sat in the small conference room for an hour. Each of them having their own tact and manner of presenting themselves. The CDO acted as if it was below him to even speak to the still newly hired man doing data entry most days. Mary mostly being silent, while her face let August know just how disappointed she was in him and probably still would be if he figured out a faster way to get to the moon. The only one that seemed to be on his side was the lawyer, and August, as nervous as he was, still wasn’t stupid enough to think that was true.

Tapping his finger on the desk Anas glanced around the room, hoping something that was said here would help them find the document boxes. In them were files they were required to hold onto by law, they were to be handed over to the court system for a current class action lawsuit, or they would be soon as Mega Corp ran out of resources to delay the proceedings. “Mr. Gates.” He switched to being more formal, wanting to show the gravity of what he was about to say. “The three of us thank you for your time today, we will use it to further our investigation into the documents whereabouts. We will meet again at another time, but for now you need to know if we cannot produce those documents, or worse if they were destroyed, Mega Corp.” He patted his hand on the table. “Could be charged with tampering a third degree felony and I’m afraid that you would be the face of those charges.”