Creating a Life

I had a post of around 1800 words of just what Bailey scribes just happening, but my phone eat my post and it vanished. Sorry for the loss of a small chapter.

Feeling mortified, Bailey shuffled his feet through the hallway to where he was instructed. He wasn't sure how he had any shame left, Aunt Megan had just had him jerk off to an image of Derrick while calling him Daddy and kicking up his own cum like he was a sissy. Aunt Megan had just had him sit on the edge of the tub and jerk off while touching his chest and begging for Daddy to fill her with his cum. She had given him the option of choosing Derrick, Chuck, August or Liam to pretend he was with and if he chose none she was going to see if she could set up a facetime video with Liam or August so Bailey could see a real man jerk off. Wanting to distance himself from that as far as possible he chose Derrick. She loved the idea so much she said he might be her new Daddy soon, so why not have Bailey call him that. She even went through images of each man having him tell her why she thought each was hot. When he was all done she then had Bailey clean up his hand with his tongue and say how yummy it was. When his lower face was covered in his own semen she even took a photo. Bailey hoped she got it out of her system and that if he was a good girl happy and proud she would lay off. "There you are pumpkin, let's get you dressed." Megan said, holding out some girls panties with pictures of Barbie on them. Bailey tried to let his mind drift, like what his life would be like if he never messaged that beautiful blonde woman on that dating site. Mandy the career driven woman looking for that man to light that inner fire of adventure that she missed out on, someone to become a partner with.

The first date was simple, just talking over drinks at Ale House. She was uptight, but by the third glass of wine Mandy she was laughing at all of his jokes and lightly touching him every chance she got. He found out Mandy goes by Amanda, but put the name on the profile to sound more fun. With some flirting of his own and some lingering touches they were off to his tiny apartment for a night of little sleep. That one night, that one wonderful night led him to this moment where he was wearing Barbie panties, putting on his very own A cup bra and about to wear a brand new pair of white tights, a red velvet dress with a bow at its center. It screamed juvenile, and top top it off was a red hair bow and some black shiny Mary Jane shoes. When all of it was on he felt like he could be a Barbie toll himself as Megan brushed his hair and promised to add a little makeup. Looking in the mirror was not a wise idea for his psychic, no twenty five year old man looked back at him, just a girl all dolled up. "Now we are going to take a photo with Santa in your Christmas dress, I think it would be hard to pass you off as twelve, but I can take care of that. Oh and we can add some bangles after the photo, but remember your wrists pumpkin."

Coming into the living room Bailey adjusted how he held his hands and saw what was prepared while he was soaking in the tub. The recliner had been covered in a green sheet and it looked like a few books were sitting under the sheet, and another sheet hung behind the chair. In front of it was an expensive looking camera in a tripod and a small lamp ready to cast its white light on the area. "A hobby I have had for years is photography, this camera was actually the last gift I got from my ex. He said it would come in handy when he took us to see the world." Her voice became bitter at the mention of the camera's source. You go ahead and sit in the phone books and we can take a few shots." She had him take one looking sullen, saying at twelve Bailey either knew Santa wasn't real or that this wasn't the real Santa. Another where he looked at the person who she promised would be there for the photo and look gleeful, and on and on. "Aunt Megan, how many more?" Sitting on the two phone books Bailey's feet couldn't touch the ground and she thought it looked so cute when he kicked them in the air. He, no she looked too precious.

"Don't whine Bailey, hop down and tell me what it means to be a good girl and then you can sit next to me on the couch." Bailey hopped down, hoping after this he would be allowed to change after this. As bad as he felt before at the park, if anyone saw him like this, he just might die. Megan was surprised to see Bailey grab his skirt and curtsey as he began his motto. She was excited that he had done that on his own and in that outfit it was just too good. She wanted that on video, but didn't dare interrupt. "Do that one more time pumpkin, I want to get that on video to remember how cute you are." Bailey closed his eyes counting to five before opening them and smiling. A good girl always smiles. "Like of course Aunt Meg, I would love too!" Repeating the ritual Bailey sat on the couch next to her and then scooted closer as she beckoned. On her laptop screen she had one of the photos of him looking upset. He watched as she adjusted the image of the blonde girl. The blonde hair that faded to platinum was gone and was just blonde again, and shorter than it was now. Soon the girl's body looked smaller and he could guess her to be eleven or twelve.

"Wow, Aunt Megan, you are good at that!" It was an honest compliment, and one he figured couldn't hurt to give, even if he didn't like seeing himself made into a little girl. "I'm not done yet, and thank you. When your Uncle divorced me I decided to do something for myself and took a course at the community College. It isn't a practice skill, well I guess till just now when making images to show you existed before now. But I mostly mashed up landscape photos I took, like adding a fallen tree from one image and adding it to another." He hadn't known she could do this and wondered what else she could, or would make. "You have been a good girl, so I am going to give you three options of what to do for the next few hours before dinner, just make sure you ask me politely for the one you want. You can watch more of your Barbie show and put your feet under the couch like before, but if you do that you have to write for me why you love the show, why you would love to live in the Barbie dream house." Megan paused for a moment to let that sink in before going on to the next option. "You can get changed into a Cinderella one piece bathing suit and play in the sprinklers out back, but if you do that you have to do your ballerina practice on the steps too. I expect to hear plenty of laughter and squealing while you have fun with the water. The last is you take Emily and play mommy and teach her your lessons." It just didn't end. Bailey looked down at his feet and pouted a little thinking and deciding on the show. At least that option she couldn't video him talking to a doll or running around like a child.

"If I watch my show Auntie, can I change please?" Megan leaned over and kissed the top of his head. "You won't get dirty watching your show, and you love that outfit. Besides the clothes you wore earlier are in the laundry, unless you are asking to wear big girl clothes?" He wanted none of these clothes, but at least what he wore before didn't make him feel like a child. She saw Bailey thinking it over. "You will be older before you know it pumpkin, don't be in a hurry to grow up. Tell you what, if you don't make me spank you again tonight you can ask me again tomorrow and I will think about it." A good girl is polite, a good girl is obedient, a good girl never argues or complains, a good girl… the motto ran through his mind jumbled, sometimes repeating one line. "Okay Auntie, thank you!" Bailey gave Megan a big hug and got down from the couch. "Can I watch my Barbie show?! I only got to watch a little earlier." Soon Bailey had his feet pointed under the couch as he sat on the floor while watching the screen by turning his head and having to pay attention so he could write why he wanted to live with Barbie.

"I wish I could live with Barbie, she seems like so much fun! She reminds me of Mommy with how tall and pretty she is, but with Barbie I would get sisters to play with like Skipper. Their house is sooo big and so much to do. They always have such pretty clothes and even when they are like upset they always makeup and hug!

Bailey wrote on, not sure how much he had to write. He had a good half a page written when done, it wasn't well written, but that didn't matter for Bailey Ann, so long as hearts were above each I and plenty of exclamation marks. Megan had gotten up while he was writing and went into the kitchen. He wasn't sure what she was making, but it smelled wonderful. His mouth was salivating at the scent and his stomach gurgled to chime in on how it also wanted it after a day of so little. Half a grapefruit, cottage cheese, pb&j sandwich and cum was it. She hadn't called him in so he turned in another episode, but this time he grabbed the crayons from earlier and the coloring book. It was not his idea of a good time, but coloring was distracting and the show on should keep the hair brush at bay.

Megan had finished setting the table and when she went to the living room to tell Bailey the tilapia and green beans were ready she just stopped and watched Bailey color. It was almost like looking through a window in time. Change the hair color to black and it was like having her little snow white back, her Rebecca. Back when they got along, before Hank started making promises that couldn't be kept and telling her how he would have done it if it wasn't for Mommy. Everything was always her fault, he would go on a trip and say they would go to Disney when he got back from his week long trip, or however long the trip was that time to deliver the truck's cargo. She would tell him they couldn't afford it and when he got back he would tell her little girl that he would love to, but Mommy was making him go on another trip and how he wished he could stay and play and let her see Micky. She should never have married him, he said he was doing the right thing when he proposed after she told him how she was pregnant. If she stayed single things could have been harder, but then she still would have been the only bad guy, the only one to tell Rebecca no and ground her when she was bad. Though he wouldn't have been there to poison her little girl towards her. She could have kept her little princess, or at least had a better chance of it. Megan shook her head and wiped away a tear that she wished hadn't appeared. "Pumpkin, time for dinner."

Bailey pulled his aching feet from under the couch and dashed to the kitchen. When he saw a large helping of green beans and a cut of fish he didn't complain one bit. Quickly getting into his seat he was ready to devour the food when Megan cleared her throat. "Small dainty bites Bailey dear, a good girl should look her best." A good girl always looks her best, a good girl is always polite, a good girl is always obedient, a good girl always smiles, a good girl never argues or complains, a good girl never uses foul language, I am a good girl happy and proud. The entire motto ran through Bailey's mind when Megan said the first part wrong. Bailey just smiled at the woman across from him. "I will, thank you for dinner, Aunt Megan." Bailey didn't know of she was a culinary genius or he was just that hungry, but every small bite of the flaky, lemon flavored fish was amazing. When his plate was clear Bailey looked over at the blue-eyed woman and saw her smiling back at him, with only half of her plate cleared. Tilting his head to the side Bailey smiled back at trying to come across as playful. "Whatcha lookin at?" Bailey giggled.

"Watching my niece enjoy my cooking. I didn't make much with your diet, but would you like to finish my tilapia?" An alarm bell went off in his head, warning him he could get in trouble by the very woman offering him the food if he didn't stick to this diet, but he was still hungry. "I would love it! But, I like can't. I have my diet and I couldn't take food from you, what will you eat?" Megan put her hand over her mouth for a second. She felt like she was reliving the past again, when Hank's paycheck hadn't come in again and she was stretching meals. Making sure Rebecca eat her fill while she went without. Bailey was not her daughter, and she was no longer struggling, but seeing Bailey look like a young girl that hadn't had enough made something come over her and even as she caught herself, she still found herself pushing what was left of her fish onto Bailey's plate. "You had a busy day, eat up." Bailey didn't argue, if she wanted to be nice so be it, and if she was trying to give him a false sense of security it wasn't going to work.

When dinner was over she had Bailey get the note and then load the dishwasher before coming back to the table. "This is great Bailey, I love it. I wanted to show you what I have been working on for you. Bailey looked through a small photo album. One of him on Santa's lap as a little girl looking upset. Another of his Dad holding a little baby in a pink blanket. He had seen that photo before, it was in one of the photo albums he kept when his parents passed. His dad was short in height, but with broad shoulders and his beard he looked more like something out of Lord of the Rings as a dwarf. Bailey had gotten his height from him, the build from his mom and while hecwas once thankful to not have inherited the hair, looking like that would have saved him he thought. Bailey held on that image, his Dad looking so happy. Bailey felt a tear threatening to break free before he moved to the next image. Another one of his dad and a young Bailey with a white cowboy hat as he helped what looked like a girl stay steady in the saddle. Megan had used her skills to add pigtails coming down from under the hat and adding a pink embroidery to his brown boots.

Bailey's hand trembled as he hit the next button, afraid of what else he would see for a revision of his history. The next image was a photo of a polaroid, with his Mom, Dad and himself. His shoes had been changed to be black with pink accents, his chest was slightly adjusted, he already had been growing his hair out at the time and if he looked closely he might have been wearing makeup in the image. At the bottom of the image in a hand drawn script read ‘Auntie, Daddy and Me!’ Bailey’s mouth went dry when he read it. She had turned his Mom into an Aunt. He could see the folder count and knew there was more and pressed on. In the image was a blonde girl with green eyes, maybe six years old wearing or trying to wear an adult pair of heels. “I’m proud of that one, it was a photo of Becky. I changed the eye color and hair and being six no one will be able to notice.” Bailey hadn’t noticed Megan standing behind him, or her even getting up from her chair for that matter “Keep going sweetheart, almost done.” There was an image of Amanda holding up a girl and from the photos angle you could just tell the little tyke had blonde hair. The photo captured the joy in Amanda’s face from holding and playing with her niece, and now had been edited to be Bailey. Three more images to go through the horror show, Aunt Megan was really good at photoshop and it was painful to see his life rewritten. The following image was of Bailey sleeping on her back, eye makeup clear to see with mascara, eyeliner and pink eye shadow. She had added makeup, cleared away his thick eyebrows, leaving feminine arches, added some breasts under his shirt and changed the color of his braces to pink. The photo was from just a year and a half ago when they were cat sitting for April and on Bailey’s chest curled up with a still growing orange kitten. The last two images were more startling than anything he had seen yet, with an image of a social security card in the name of Bailey Ann Best and a birth certificate made out in the same name. He turned to Megan and pointed to the screen. “You can’t just photoshop these, that doesn’t work.” Megan kissed the top of Bailey’s head and smiled. “Those are not photoshopped sweetheart, those are real and will be arriving in the mail on Monday morning for you. As of today the United States Government thinks Bailey Ann Best is a real person. I hope this makes you happy, I worked rather hard to get it all done.”