Naps over

Bailey rolled over onto his side, feeling the warm sun on his bare legs, while the house's AC kept the room cool. It felt comfortable and he considered rolling back over and going back to sleep. He vaguely heard some muffled talking from the other room and figured it was just Aunt Meg talking on the phone… Bailey sat up with a jolt. Almost fully waking up and taking stock of his surroundings. The pink overalls were off, folded and put on top of the dresser along with a few bangles from his now naked wrists. His feet were the only thing still under the blanket and sheet and hecwas left wearing the cartoon panties, the my little pony shirt and bra. "I'm still at Megan's house and.." He looked down at himself, trying to remember how he got to bed let alone stripped of clothing. Last thing he remembered was the bitch using his phone and… "The bank!"

Bailey jumped out of bed and quickly put on his clothes. Putting on the juvenile overalls hadn't changed in feeling, but he was in a hurry. As he put on and hooked one of the shoulder straps his eye caught the digital ock in the room. It was twelve forty in the afternoon and as he realized it his knees felt weak. Plopping down on the edge of the bed he let out a huff and looked down at his bare feet. Did they always look so small? Was it just how he felt, or just the way his mind looked at girls feet when he saw the painted toes. Bailey closed his eyes tight, gripping the bed sheet between his fingers. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.' The mental repetition slowly spread to a verbal in a whisper, the word meant for only him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Tilting his head back Bailey watched the fan spin for a moment. He still needed the phone to cut down on some of her bullshit, but it looked like he would have to be a good girl for the remainder of the weekend till he could call the bank on Monday. With a deep sigh Bailey left Becky's old room.

In the hallway the master bedroom door was right across from Becky's and while the door was closed he considered going in to look for his phone. Deciding to do just that he put his hand in the doorknob and stopped as he heard a males voice. Megan wasn't on the phone, someone was here! Bailey slowly and as silently as he could moved to the living room at the end of the hallway. Each step the feeling of dread creeped higher. He didn't want anyone to see him like this, but he needed to know who it was. Bailey was afraid to make a sound and tried holding his breath, but when that failed he opted for low breathing through his mouth. When he got far enough in the hallway he could make out a uniformed police officer. Seeing the badge, the belt with a gun and handcuffs Bailey's heart started to pick up. Did they come about last night? Were they going to take him in as a minor or did they know who he was and he would be carted off to full adult male prison dressed this way!

"We appreciate you being cooperative with us Mrs Best." Bailey heard a deep gravelly voice say. "Miss Best, I'm not married, though you two gentlemen can call me Megan." Was she flirting with the cops? What is she cooperating with, did she fucking rat me out? Bailey was trying to keep himself from panicking as he listened. "Well we still have no sign of him, but he would not have gotten with this if he had it. Looks like he or someone wiped him out. We did speak with.." the deep voice paused and he heard papers moving before another male voice spoke. "The ex girlfriend, your sister by the last name. She says they were fighting a few days before he left, but she indicated she believed he would be back and was only going away to try and help her, though she couldn't say with what." Mandy said I would be back, God bless that woman! Bailey pumped his arm and accidentally touched the wall.

"Bailey? Pumpkin is that you?" He held his breath again and didn't move. Then he saw her at the end of the hallway and waved him over. "Come out and meet the nice officers looking for your Mommy's ex boyfriend. They heard about you trying to use his card. Bailey did not want to come out and let two grown men, cops see him. It was too much of a risk and he wasn't going to put himself in that position. Turning slightly to go back to the room or the bathroom a thought kept into his mind. 'A good girl is always obedient.'Bailey let out a whimper as he looked back at Megan. "Stop being so shy, come on out." Not ignoring her second command Bailey walked out to the living room. In it was Megan, the officer he met previously at his apartment and a large. Like a Brick wall and maybe as solid older officer. "This is Bailey Ann Best?" The large man said, the words felt like an accusation, like he had seen through it all. Everyone had been blind to the truth till this man. The large officer looked to his partner with a seething and disgusted glare. "This is your badge bunny?"

Officer Cooper looked to the blonde girl who had said she was eighteen before and was at a loss as he watched the girl's Aunt walk over and buckle the second shoulder strap that was hanging loose. "She said she was eighteen." He said with a little panic in his voice as his partner stared at him like he was a pedophile. His voice picked up a commanding tone as he looked at the girl causing trouble to his reputation. "You know it is a crime to lie to the police!" It Wasn't a question, and Bailey was well aware of how many times they could hold him accountable. "Officer no need to take that tone in my house. My Bailey is eighteen, but she acted a fool like a child and today she is being treated like one. No going out with friends, no heels and makeup, no boys. Tell them how old you are sweetie." Bailey nodded and compiled though he did so ready for the other shoe to drop. Just another lie, one he had already told. Repeat a lie enough and it takes on a life of its own. Becoming its own truth he supposed. "Sir, I'm eighteen." Cooper looked to his partner hoping that would be enough to let him off the hook. One way or the other he was going to get teased and messed with for bragging about getting hit on by a badge bunny and for her to end up looking like a child. "Do you have any ID?" The bigger man boomed taking a step into Megan and Bailey's personal space.

Pushing Bailey behind Megan stood up straight, easily looking into the eyes of the just over six foot tall man in her shoes. "She does not, but I do have copies of her birth certificate, but you will only be getting that if you have both reasonable cause and my lawyer hands it to you. Not because of some macho ego trip you are in because your partner is attracted to young girls. I have been more than cooperative in your missing persons case, but I think that time has come to a close." The large man, last name Thorn by his name tag, didn't move. Stood rigid and the longer he stood this close to Bailey, Aunt Megan in between them or not the more unease he felt. "I could take her in now for attempted fraud from last night." Bailey mentally screamed 'NO!' Megan smirked at the smug asshole trying to throw threats out just so she would comply. "After she was cleared last night, you could. Though I could also call Dan Osteen at channel five news." She turned her gaze to officer Cooper. "Give them a photo of my Bailey in this outfit and mention this badge bunny talk. Nothing illegal, freedom of speech, but it paints an ugly picture."

"No need for anything like that, my partner just didn't have all the facts. We do appreciate your cooperation, and if you hear anything we would like to hear from you. At this point it is looking like foul play." The big man didn't say a word, but he did back down and started heading to the front door. "Foul play?!" Bailey felt lost, they were talking about him being missing. He was right here, if they could see it or not. What foul play could there be? Officer Cooper hung back as his partner left. "Nothing you need to worry about im sure, we think your mom's ex might have been tied up with someone bad or ran into the wrong person. You just make sure you don't talk to strangers and stay near an adult okay?" Bailey looked at him puzzled, this was that man that hit on him earlier this week. He just heard confirmation hecwas eighteen and he was still talking to him like a child. "Don't worry, she will be a good girl. You have a good day, officer."

When they were out the door Megan looked at Bailey. "Did you have a good nap pumpkin?" Bailey looked at her confused and pointed to the door. "What the fuck was that?" Megan moved her head back like she had been slapped hearing the question. "That was the police wanting more information about your Mommy's ex boyfriend." Bailey shook his head and stomped his foot. "No, no no! I'm right here! I'm not an ex anything!" Megan's happy demeanor vanished and Bailey could feel her scowl. "Right now you are a girl who is about to get a spanking for throwing a tantrum. Now I was in such a good mood I was going to let it slide, but you are having such a hard time following directions." Megan moved over to the kitchen table in the dining room that was between the living room and kitchen. She quickly returned with two bangles in her hand. "You dropped these when playing with the other kids. I promised I would help you remember and I think it is time to follow through."

"Bend over the couches arm and shorts down." Bailey's eyes went wide with fright. He wasn't throwing a tantrum, he needed to know what was going on and.. and he didn't mean to drop the stupid bracelets. "Auntie! No please, I'm a good girl! I'm… I am polite and obedient!" Megan pointed to the arm of the chair. "An obedient girl would do as she was just told. A good girl wouldn't argue or complain would she?" Bailey hung his head as he walked forward, unbuckling the shoulder straps. "No, she wouldn't." When Bailey was in place she gave him five good smacks with the brush. "That should be a reminder. Now go get your other bracelets and put them all on. Then come back here." Bailey kept himself from crying, but it took some effort. It was more than the pain, the act alone made him feel weak and powerless.

Returning with his wrists held right to keep the bangles on Bailey waited for his next instructions. "Okay honey I pushed the coffee table up to the couch. I want you to sit in front of it and tuck your toes under the lip of the couch so they are pointed." When he was seated he thought it was odd how she wanted him to be, but a good girl doesn't argue and if a good girl didn't get the shit beat out of them, then he was a good girl. "For your background we have to do some school work, so I have some math sheets for you to fill out. When you are done I will check the answers, but between every question you need to write out in your best hand writing your motto. Don't worry if the math is too hard for you, we all have limitations." Sure, that doesn't make any fucking sense but sounds like a good way as any to bechad here. A glance at the worksheet looked like math you would find in an algebra class. Nothing that difficult, but he would be doing it without a calculator. "Oh and let's add a line to your motto. A good girl never uses foul language. You should use words like sugar or darn. I don't want to hear you say the word fuck again young lady, that clear?" Bailey nodded his head thinking about phrases like Oh Sugar and Darnit. "Yes Ma'am."

Halfway through the answers, which took longer than it should with constantly having to fill out the pieces of paper with how to be a good girl, Bailey's legs started to burn. Sitting with his feet like this was not comfortable, but Megan wasn't going to come back till he finished. She was already leaning in the Bailey Ann was a complete ditz, he didn't need to prove he could do simple math. So to save time he gave the questions best guesses and would have skipped some of the repetitions of the motto, but he was sure she would count them. "All done!" Bailey wiggled his legs hoping to give them some relief as Megan came over and looked at them. "You can go take a bathroom break Bailey, but be back here in five minutes." She didn't have to tell him twice, he quickly pulled his feet out from under the couch, feeling instant relief and then did as she said. When he was done he looked in the mirror as he washed his hands and disliked how washed out his face looked and was pretty sure when he showered later it would be full of sand from the playground. He looked at the door and stopping before opening it. You can do this, you are a strong man, you can get through this. All I have to do is be a good girl… his body shivered at the thought. Be a good girl and I can make it out on the other side. He standing up to the police was awesome, but she lost that leverage from last night when she did. Now back into the lion's den he told himself exiting the bathroom looking to the world as a happy girl.

"Bailey I expected more of you, how could you have gotten all the answers wrong?" Bailey tilted his head, that couldn't be right all. She made him sit back down just like before and show her how he worked each problem. "It looks like you are doing the math in the wrong order. Here let me show you the answer key." Megan put down a worksheet that looked just like Bailey's but the answers were all filled in, it reading Teacher's copy at the top. "I followed pemdas." Megan shook her head and took the purple pen from Bailey. "Here let me show you the right way. The answer key doesn't lie and then I guess I will give you another to see if you can do better." He was sure she was swapping the order around, but then why would the key have those answers. He wanted to tell her how it was, but he wasn't sure why he got them wrong, but as he felt the burn return from how he sat with his feet it no longer mattered. Some bullshit backstop about him being bad at math was already the narrative, though it still irked him. He used to balance the books for his parents store, he paid the bills at home.

When he finished the next worksheet he got all the answers right. He wanted to not care, he really did, but seeing Aunt Megan look at him like she believed him to be dumb was to much. She was happy enough to reward him. Sort of… he was allowed to choose between going to play with Emily for twenty minutes, playing in the backyard, watching a TV show or painting his nails. Of the options he chose TV, but was not pleased when she turned on Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse. It was still better than playing with a doll, slightly. The coloring book was at least something he could focus on. The show played in the background as Bailey smiled and hummed along to any music playing. He wasn't sure if Megan was watching him or checking in on him, but he was not going to get another spanking.

As the credits rolled the TV was turned off. "Okay, I think for a little bit you need to try being younger." Bailey looked up as his red crayon went over the line. "Younger!?" His voice squeaked. "Thinking about Maggie's age should do. But for that you need to get clean and wash all that dirt you got on yourself. Follow me young lady, time for another bath." Bailey remembered the one from earlier with her scrubbing away his skin and then making sure he got hard. That sounded horrible, but why was she going younger… she had been a good girl and got all the answers right and how was she going to do it? As Bailey stipped Megan got the scented bath ready and thought about how much fun this had been.

The old debit card was now in the hands of the police, not that there was any money left. She had Bailey doing two separate exercises to make it so it would be more comfortable to wear heels than flats after a while and she intended to make her niece do them every day this summer. The math work book was perfect, a swapped answer key, a little photoshop and proving to his ego and he fell over himself to do the problems wrong. She would love to be there the next time Bailey had to do math in the real world beyond simple addition. She would just have to make sure Bailey went home with it to make sure the lesson stuck. Now she thought it was time to see about getting Bailey a photo history and the best place to start is a mall photo with Santa. It didn't matter if he looked fourteen instead of twelve, or that it was summer. She knew exactly how to get the perfect photo.