Girls love makeup

"A good girl always looks her best. A good girl is polite. A good girl is always obedient. A good girl always smiles. A good girl is seen and not heard. A good girl never argues or complains. A good girl never uses foul language. I am a good girl, happy and proud." Bailey said with a smile on his face as he did the calf raises on the back steps to Megan’s house. In the backyard he could already see the rotating sprinkler already set out for what she originally planned to demean him. Feeling the burn in his legs he stopped for a moment to let some of it fade before continuing. Up and down he went repeating his motto. "A good girl always looks her best. A good girl is polite. A good girl is always obedient. A good girl always smiles. A good girl is seen and not heard. A good girl never argues or complains. A good girl never uses foul language. I am a good girl, happy and proud." It felt odd to be happy about what he was doing and in the clothes he now wore, but with the way life had been going he was going to try and celebrate any victories he got. After he was done washing up he found Aunt Megan gone from the bedroom, probably off getting ready or scheming up the next bullshit, but she did lay out clothes for him to wear.

On top of everything was the tuck kit, something that was never going to be comfortable, but at least it did its job. Then a pair of green lacy boyshorts and a matching bra, and not one of the small A cups like he had been wearing. The breast forms were gone, but in their place were things that looked like they could be chicken fillets. Bailey figured they were to fill in the extra space in the bra cups and made him give a silent prayer of thanks that she wasn’t one hundred percent cruel. He was afraid of what would happen to his chest if he kept glueing those things to him and while he didn’t want to have a bigger chest the little fillets would make him feel less of the little girl the witch had been enforcing on him. Slipping his arms though the bra straps and reaching around to hook it without a problem, he looked down at the partially full bra cups of the bra and then over to some of the dirty clothes that he had worn the previous day. “Jesus, a few more days of that and I might have gone insane.” He let out a sigh before adding the padding and gave a small smile cupping them, happy to have something that didn’t make him look and feel like a child. The next two articles of clothes were a pleated khaki a-line skirt, that after a little adjusting he realized was meant to be worn higher on the waist and showing a lot of leg. The last was the shirt he wore when he fled the other night, his AC/DC shirt that was too large on him, but now it seemed Aunt Megan had made an adjustment. It looked like she took scissors to his shirt so that when he wore the thing his belly would be exposed. Putting it on the neck was also cut in a way that exposed one of his shoulders. A glance in the mirror Bailey gave a lopsided smile, this was leagues better than wearing those hair bobbles for pigtails, but not exactly good and yet it was a victory. He was about to run out for the ballerina practice when he stopped himself. A good girl always looks her best he thought and he did not, so he went about brushing his hair and adding a little makeup. Some eye liner, a little blush and lip gloss. Ready to head outside Bailey stopped himself again this time in the hallway, he had forgotten to take his pills and had to go back for yet another thing.

With a few more reps done Bailey headed back inside the back door to see Aunt Megan at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal. “All done Auntie! Are we having cereal for breakfast?” After finish chewing her bite she gave a sly smile to Bailey. “I am pumpkin, you already had yours. I sent an article and video to your phone, you can read and watch it while I finish eating.” She said motioning to his cell phone sitting in front of a chair. He hadn’t had breakfast what the fuck, er fudge was she talking about… Bailey corrected even his mental cussing not wanting to risk saying what he was thinking, though his mind stopped as if something was caught in the gears that ran it as he realized what she meant by already eating. With a visible shudder Bailey sat down and looked at his phone. The article that she had texted him was from a site called psychology today and titled ‘Attention, Ladies: Semen is an antidepressant’ That went on about how semen can improve women’s moods and could even relieve stress. The video was just over six minutes titled ‘The Benefits of Drinking semen with Tracy Kiss’ . The woman apparently cum has over two hundred proteins in a teaspoon. By the end of it Aunt Megan had washed how her bowl and Bailey had learned way more about cum than he wanted to. “First thing you should do is say hi to your friend and send her what you just went over. Tell her you were bored and found them interesting. Then we have a few lessons this morning before we do anything else.” If Candi didn’t think I was a slut before, after I send these to her she will now. Course how could she not after the theater and the water park.

Bailey: GOOD MORNING!

Bailey waited a moment, but no response came and he looked at the time, it was just after seven thirty in the morning. This was not a time he ever liked being awake, but with his wake up call he hadn’t noticed.

Bailey: I’m totally awake before you for once!

Bailey: Feeling like so much better, but taking it easy today.

Looking up from the phone Megan waited patiently. “Have you sent the links yet?” Bailey shook his head. “She hasn’t responded, it is way too early.” Megan looked at the time on the stove and then back to Bailey. “Send it anyways, the more messages the better. You are the little sister and waking up your older siblings is something you do.”

Bailey: Wake up

Bailey: Wake up!

Bailey: Entertain me!

Candi: Uggg stop, I’m up

Bailey: Yay!

Candi: Glad you are feeling better

Candi: Daddy got home late and we stayed up to watch one of those old westerns.

Candi: It was real nice, but I do not want to be awake Bailey :-p

Candi: Brat, I will totally remember this.

Bailey: I have been sooo bored and I was like reading and watching some things. Here let me show you.

Candi: Later… sleep now

Putting down the phone Bailey gave a false smile. “Sent it with like lots of messages just like you wanted.” He was sure she would check sooner or later and if he hadn’t sent it she might… she would send something much worse to the girl, like asking her opinion on a porn video that she just loved or something else just as bad. “Good, now let’s get you a few things and we can get started.”

Soon Bailey was wearing some earrings that looked like they were fake black pearl studs, a few bangles on each wrist and a pair of her black heels and was standing in front of the bed he had slept in. “Those shouldn’t be a problem to walk in, they are only three inches, though like your Mother my shoe size is one higher than yours.” Bailey looked down at his feet in the pointed toe heels then back at his torturer, trying to figure out what she had in store for him. “You have made a mess of the bed, so you are going to pull all the sheets off and put on new ones. Should be simple enough, but when you bend over I want you to put both feet together and bend at the waist. Now curtsey to me and get started.” Make the bed, that was her task. Sure no problem and she could have her little curtsey. Bailey grabbed the edges of his skirt and curtseyed like he had been practicing and then turned to the bed. Putting both feet together he bent over at the waist like she had been instructed to pull the sheets off and soon as he did he realized why she had him doing it like that. It looked like he was posing like some pinup model, or trying to entice some male attention by sticking his ass out. That is when he felt it a hard slap to his ass, jumping up Bailey turned to look at his aggressor. Megan smirked at him and motioned back to the bed for him to get going on the task. “Sorry pumpkin, you bending like that was just too tempting, but I’m sure that is why you do it isn’t it?” A good girl always smiles.

Bailey turned back around with a smile and bent back over, trying to prepare himself for another smack, but none came. Standing like he was kept from being able to reach so he had to move around the bed, each time bending as she instructed. Once it was off he held the blanket and sheets in his arm and waited for more instructions. “Put them down on the ground and then pick one of them up and bring it to the laundry room and repeat.” She had him bend over like some tart with each of the three articles and then repeat with the two pillow cases before being allowed to move on to making the bed. When he had done that she made him unmake it, fold the sheets back up and make it again. Saying something about her making a wonderful housewife one day. When he moved he made sure to keep his wrists bent enough to keep the bangles from falling. She hadn’t mentioned punishing him for them falling like the previous day, but he wasn’t going to take any chances. When that task was done she made him do the same for her bed. “Clean sheets are the best, thank you Bailey.” She said with a smile and a quick hug. “Next we need to get some more photos, I know how you love getting your photos taken, but we need to do a little work first. You are going to watch some videos on how to do a few different types of updos and try some different makeup looks. Give you a chance to play with different colors, and try a few different styles with your eyes. I know I can see how excited you are, this will be so much fun. I have a spray bottle with water, plenty of bobby pins and the flat iron out for you.”

Sitting down at Megan’s vanity Bailey searched on youtube for types of updos, but as he started the first video Megan pulled his attention away. “Bailey honey, who is this?” She held up her phone with a picture of Mandy on it. “Mand… that is Mommy.” Megan shook her head and turned off the screen. “Going to have to do better than that sweetheart, go back to what you were doing.” Bailey had gotten six minutes into the twenty minute video when she did it again, but this time with a picture of herself. “That is you Aunt Meg!” The interruption of a video he didn’t want to watch was annoying, he was going to have to back up the video, but still he smiled when he answered her. Throughout the video and two others she kept doing the same with randomly interrupting him for some sort of pop quiz on how he should be referring to people, or asking who his favorite singer was. After watching a few hair videos, Bailey started one of them back up and began back combing his hair to make it easier to create volume and texture before applying a little bit of hairspray. Then combed it all back for a high ponytail and wrapped it all clockwise around itself, before pulling the ends of his platinum hair through the middle of the wrap. With a few pins it all held tight for the high bun updo. This was the simpler of the ones he saw, and thought it a good place to start, but even as he held his hair in place in the back and tried securing it he still found the interruptions with questions happening. “That is Mommy.” He said trying to keep any irritation from his voice. “Great job sweetheart, I think it is time for you to try a few different looks with makeup and you tell me what one you like the best and why, okay?” Bailey nodded and gave a big smile to his warden. “Oh I love playing with makeup!” If Candi was here she would be videoing this for youtube, small blessings Bailey, count every victory we can, he thought as a tutorial was playing on dramatic eye makeup.

Over the course of the morning Bailey tried a few different makeup colors and hairstyles, and he wasn't sure ten minutes ever passed without a question being asked about his favorite type of shoes, heels of course. Or who the person in the photo, the woman, was just waiting for him to slip up. Megan took a photo here and there of Bailey when she had her hair and makeup done, making little comments like. “You know dear you could make a decent living as a cosmetologist. Not everyone gets to love what they do for a living, but you could.” What could Bailey do other than smile and go along with the witch. “That sounds like amazing, but I like need to finish school first.” Bailey could just imagine her enrolling him in night classes and really wanted to move away from the subject. So he was more than happy to smile for photos before it was time to move on to the next look. Eventually he was told to go back to a normal daytime look and be done with makeup time. While he cleaned his face off Aunt Megan left him alone for the first time, smiling widely as she looked at the screen on her camera, not a great sign. Nothing Bailey could do about it now except try to enjoy the small bit of peace her absence gave him.

When she returned she put a piece of paper in front of Bailey. “Read that sweetheart, out loud if you would.” Bailey put down the mascara brush and frowned down at the paper. He looked at it then to the blue eyed woman next to him, she only nodded to encourage him. “Hi I’m Bailey, I like to flirt, I like to tease! I want to show men I know how to please, and sometimes I do it on my knees.” Bailey picked up the paper and held it back out to her, wanting it out of his sight now that he said it like she wanted. “Oh no sweetie, you hold onto that for a little while, I want to see you practicing flirty poses in the mirror when you finish your makeup and saying that fun little motto. Isn’t it great that you get two mottos to help you know who you are?” It sure wasn’t good, it was anything but he had a part to play and it only had to go on for a few weeks, summer wouldn’t last forever and after today he wouldn’t have to be under the direct supervision of this woman. “It is like super helpful Auntie, you know how I forget things all the time.” Bailey giggled and went back to finishing his mascara. With that done he looked down at the paper again then at himself in the mirror. Putting his cheek into the palm of his open hand while leaning on the vanity he gave a pout and fluttered his lashes. A girl pouting and just begging like that was always hard for him to resist and was his first thought for how to pose to flirt. “Hi I’m Bailey, I like to flirt, I like to tease! I want to show men I know how to please, and sometimes I do it on my knees.” Seeing those mascara-covered lashes flutter over his green eyes and those pouty lips caused a reaction in Bailey and he wished he had taken a few more of his pills this morning. Saying those words and knowing he really had put them to a man's dick didn’t sit well with him. Bailey looked in the mirror to Megan who was rolling her finger to indicate he should keep going. Putting his other elbow up on the vanity he put his hands together palm down before resting his chin between them. He watched in fascination as the beautiful creature in the mirror followed his movement, looking forward with pleading eyes and biting her bottom lip. She looked like she was begging someone to make the next move. “Hi I’m Bailey, I like to flirt, I like to tease! I want to show men I know how to please, and sometimes I do it on my knees.” The vision of that girl, it didn’t matter if he knew it was him, he wanted her. Bailey turned to face Megan looking at her with those same pleading eyes. “Auntie, can I please be excused for a moment? I like need to go take my pills.”