Changes at home

“That girl might be the sweetest child I have ever met, Bailey you could learn a lot from you friend.” sitting in the front seat now he looked over to Megan expecting to see her normal ‘I'm fucking with you smile’ or a glare saying ‘you will play along’, but she was just smiling and paying attention to the road.

Not wanting to antagonize her or spoil whatever high she was on he just stayed silent before noticing they were pulling into the parking lot of a frozen yogurt place near his apartment called ‘Frozen Gold’. “You over all have been a good girl today for the most part, we will talk later about what you did wrong, but for now let’s just enjoy the moment.” she said getting out of the vehicle.

The two sat on an outside table eating some frozen yogurt feeling the warm summer sun and cool wind. “Are you excited for your first date? I remember being so nervous for mine and you will always remember your first.” still no vile grin, it was like she was just playing her part in a place and it was creeping Bailey out. “You know this isn’t my first date.” he said trying to cut the bullshit.

“Oh please Bailey, you spending time with this August boy yesterday hardly counted as a date. Your cousin Becky was kind of like you at your age. Well, she was more of a tease then a slut, but even she was so nervous for her first date she even let me help her get ready. Would you like your mom to help you get ready for your date?” there it was, the smirk was back. The vile bitch just couldn’t contain herself for too long and knew he had to play along or suffer consequences.

“I would like have to get mommy to help, I like don’t know how to do my makeup.” Megan reached across the table and patted his hand. “Don’t you worry sweetheart, I’m sure she will be happy to help her little girl. And when we get home, I can pull up some more videos on what to do with your hair and some makeup basics, how does that sound?”

‘Only five more days, only five more days, only five more days.’ ran through is head looking at the vile woman behind his girly prison. “OMG you would like do that for me Aunt Megan, I like so love you, you know that right.”

“I’m sure you do dear, now let's rise our hands off and get you home.”

When they got back Bailey had to wait for Megan to open the door for him. He wasn’t sure where his keys ended up and needed to find them. With the door open they made their way to the guest bedroom to put away the girly clothes temporarily he thought before they could return them next weekend so he could forget about all of this. Both of them stopped in the doorway shocked at what they were seeing, the room had been transformed in the six hours they had been gone. The furniture was mostly the same with the black metal frame queen bed, dark wood end tables next to it, the same white dresser, but the mirror hanging on the wall behind it was now gone. The room smelled of fresh paint as the lower part of the walls was painted a light pink and above them was white wallpaper that had flowers across it. In one corner of the room was a large dark fabric bean bag that had the same flower son it was the wallpaper. In another was a wood woven chair with girly pillows upon it, much like the bed sheets had been changed to a pinkish bed spread and pillow covers. Then to the right of the door when they walked in was a vanity with a small bench seat. Lastly the coat hanger on the back of the door was gone, now replaced with a large vertical mirror that took up most of the door's surface.

Tossing the bags he was holding onto the bed, he spun around on his wedged feet and looked to Megan, but instead of that same evil look she had a look of surprise and wonder. He could tell she had no idea and he was just even more lost. “How... did this happen, why?!”

Walking over next to Bailey, Megan placed the bags she held on the bed and looked around some more and found a note on top of the dresser.

Ms. Best,

I hope you find the decorations for your daughters' room acceptable. We did our best to follow Ms. Gates instructions with picking elements from two of the display rooms we use for visiting clients at other properties. As a thank you to the two of you the labor costs are on us, it is the least we could do after you went to bat for us when we were told we would have to reduce staff. It is thanks to you that I didn’t have to let go of any of my crew. All furniture we added is lightly used and was being stored till they could be brought to a consignment shop. While we are not able to write off the cost of the furniture, we are able to offer them to you for your daughter at the same cost we would get for them from selling them, you should find the cost roughly one fifth the price of them when they were new. The attached paper shows the bill, if you need to work out payments that will be no problem at all. The least we can do for you after what you did for us, I just hope your daughter enjoys her eighteenth birthday present.

It was a pleasure to be part of a special moment.

-Frank

“It seems April had a hand in this, well..” she said motioning around the room. “Happy belated eighteenth birthday.” what she was saying made little sense without the context of the letter till he read it after her. “She got Mandy’s office to decorate our guest room... And fuck did she really do this!?” he said noticing a photo on the vanity for the first time. It was of him riding a horse when he was younger, but it had been changed slightly, his hair was altered to be in pig tails. Then on the wall was a photo calendar that read ‘Firemen of the year’

Sitting down on the edge of the bed he let the paper fall to the floor and put his face into his hands. “This is just too much.” pushing a bag to the side and taking a seat next to Bailey, Megan put her arm around his shoulder. “You only say that cause you don’t know what comes next. Like a few little corrections. Not Mandy, you say mommy and not the guest room, this is your room dear.”

She smiled as he looked up from his hands to her. “Now let us put away all your pretty clothes and add a few splashes of décor we got at the mall today. Like we can remove the lid from this container next to your bed and put the white flowers you go in its place. Then we can line up the horse figurines on your dresser. Oh, and I can’t wait for you to give your mom her best mom ever mug.” Bailey only groaned as she helped him fold these clothes for the drawers and hang the other clothes in the closet and then place his now many pairs of heels on a shelf that was added on the floor. The entire time Megan was not just polite, but was kind to Bailey. Though she did treat him like a girl saying things like how she couldn’t wait to see her in this or that, but when it was all put away, she had him it sit on the flower covered bean bag chair while she sat at the edge of the bed holding a pink book and a pack of pens in her lap she pulled from one of the last bags.

“Now I think we should talk about some of the bad things today, like your unlady like outbursts, cussing, slapping Candi’s ass.” Bailey was sure he was going to hear about that last one and wondered if she was going to spank him again and considered his options for trying to run and lock himself in the bathroom till Mandy got home. “While we wait for your mom to get home, you my dear niece are going to start writing in a diary. I have an assortment of pens for you to work from, pink, red, purple, green. You are going to recap today in it, and you will be writing it from the perspective of your role. That of a ditzy air head that just loved everything. That is your punishment for what happened today, and I feel you need to do it every day going forward while you are playing this part. I can’t make you of course, and won't be around every day to check, but I can always look when I am around. While I can’t make you write, I can take you over my lap missing when you don’t. Would you rather that be what we do?”

“No..” he said remembering the taste of soap and his rear end throbbing. “But that is punishing me every day, can’t I just do it this once and again if I mess up?” shaking her head Megan stood up and took a step over to Bailey handing him the supplies. “You can think of it as a punishment if like, but this is about you staying in the right frame of mind. You think of yourself as a man, heavens knows why. Look at you, you make a better girl then you ever did as a male and you hardly acted like an adult beyond your whoring. This will be good for you, I can’t wait to read what you write about your date this week.” she said smiling as she pulled out her own phone.

“Oh, and you might want to take a look at this.” she said pulling up a picture of Bailey standing in the same changing room as Candi as she took off her blouse with Bailey starring down at the girl’s ass.

“That just doesn’t look good, if you want to act like a twenty-five-year-old man than this photo just seems so bad. What would Amanda think if she saw it.. Or if you broke your role and people found out, what would happen if say the police saw this?”

The scenario played out in his head, if he didn’t play the part just right and Mandy was caught because of him she really would release the photo, hell she already had other things she could show her. So, he responded with the only word that could really get out. “I’m so fucked.”

“Not yet you aren’t, but eighteen is old enough if you want to have sex. And... speaking of sex and getting laid, I think you need to text your date. What was his name again, he was April’s brother yes?”

“His name is August.. And yes he is, but what are you up to?” the sly smile on her face told him it wouldn’t be good. “Just trying to help my niece live up to the boy crazy reputation, so you type what I tell you sweetie. Unless you would like another strike?”

Bailey: Been thinking about you <3

August: Yeah? I have been thinking about you too.

Bailey: Oh yeah, what were you thinking about?

August: When you were sitting in my lap yesterday, can’t stop thinking about you honestly.

Bailey: That was fun! I think I felt something pushing on me when we were kissing.

August: Yeah.. Can't help that sometimes, sorry.

Bailey: Baby, don’t apologies. I loved it, knowing I could get you all worked up.

The next message was a photo of Bailey from the waist up without the blouse, showing what appeared to be a pretty young woman in a red pushup bra and matte red lips pouting.

Bailey: Wish you were here with me now, but that will have to wait.

August: Bailey, you are so hot!

Bailey: Yeah? Flattery will get you everywhere... does that picture get you all worked up?

August: It really does...

Bailey: Can you show me?

The next message was a picture of August’s dick all hard.

Bailey: Like seeing what I’m doing to you is hot... now I really wish you were here. Can’t wait for our date!

Bailey put the phone down next to him feeling completely disgusted at what Megan had him type and do, he had no way to fight back right now with the cards she held against him.

“Put your blouse back on dear, that is enough flirting with the boy. Go ahead and right in your diary for a bit until your mom comes home. She never did get to see you fully dressed for the day, between that and this room she is going to just beside her self. Just remember to stay in character and give her the mug when she comes to see your newly decorated room. Now I will be in the living room, have to answer a few emails from work. I can take time away from my job, but being a workaholic runs in the family. I’m sure you will inherit it when you start working sweetie.” she said leaving Bailey alone with these thoughts as he tried to form them into the perspective of a teenage girl and put it down on paper.