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“I have had to pretend to be this totally cute teenager, a girl, a girl that is beyond girly and boy crazy. I had to go on a date with August! For fucks sake he kissed me! This only happened because you like fix one little mistake, that and the bitch Megan!” Bailey was pacing as he spoke, still swaying his hips and paying no mind to the click clack of his heels on the apartment floor. Most of the trip home was silent, but the second the front door was closed he whirled on his girlfriend. “Missy, you do not use that kind of language or talk about anyone one that way.” Mandy said in a firm voice, realizing her mistake right after she had made it. Even now was Bailey raised his voice it sounded more like Bailey was raising her voice, and every move of his arms, wrists or body all said female. She thought back to when Bailey came home from the date with Candi with a smile on her face, even if August had kissed her. Amanda did not remember her being upset in the least, but the man that had shared her bed for years, it was hard to imagine him letting another man bring his lips anywhere near him now that she thought about it. “Still that is no way to talk about Megan, she has been nothing but helpful to you us this week. I thought the two of you were getting along better?”

Bailey gave the taller woman a disgusted look. “Aunt Megan is the wicked bitchy witch of the west. Is that the respect I need to show her?” Bailey had stopped pacing and stood in front of Amanda with one hand on his hip and his head slightly tilted. “I do not know what has come over you. Everything might not have been ideal, but you had fun this week. And I have not asked you once to keep doing this.” Bailey rolled his eyes. “Gosh, of course not, but you were gonna! And I’m telling you now, I will not, not spend another second as some boy crazy girl!” Bailey punctuated the statement by stamping his high heeled foot. “If you think you are going to make me, then you are as big of a bitch as your sister!” His emotions were flaring, he was angry at the world. The silence in the car kept him waiting for Mandy to ask the question, but it never came. Every second the anticipation grew larger and he thought more and more how he would tell her no. It started with a no and saying how it wasn’t fair, and grew the longer he felt she was making him stew in it. “How dare you!” Amanda grabbed Bailey by his wrist and pulled the disguised man closer before the room was filled with the loud smacking noise as she brought her open palm onto Bailey’s butt. Bailey let out a whimper and fell to the floor looking up at Mandy. Expecting to see pure fury, but instead he saw tears in her eyes and a shocked expression on her face. Like even she was surprised at what she had done.

The smack and the fall took some of the wind from his sails, but he was ready to tell her what was about to happen. How she was the one going to get it now, but when he didn’t see the rage in her, the same rage he felt it made him stop. She looked scared, hurt and shocked. He watched her put both hands in front of her mouth and eyes go wide looking down at him. Then he saw some steel return as he hands fell back to her sides. “You can go to your room, we will talk about this more tomorrow when you can be more civil.” Taking off the heels, Bailey held them in one hand as he got to his feet. “Mandy, wait.” Bailey’s voice was calmer now, this was not how he wanted this to go. He wasn’t really sure how he wanted it to go really, other than not having to be Bailey Ann anymore. A few hours ago he was thinking about running his hand up that slit her dress to rub her fantastic ass as she kissed her, but that outcome was long gone. “No, I said go to your room.” Her commanding him like a child kindled the fire inside him a little more, not enough to risk anything more tonight, but enough for him to yell. “Your not my real mom!” Before slamming the bedroom door shut. Bailey looked around the girly room and hoped that would remind her that he wasn’t really her daughter. If she insisted this continue Megan would back her up and his only option was to leave and that hurt. Collapsing on the bed Bailey started to cry into the brown bear, it reminded him of that perfect day that now seemed like so long ago.

Not acting her age at all Amanda paced quickly off to the master bedroom, her heels making rapid sounds across the floor before she slammed her own bedroom door shut. The **** of it caused a few picture frames to fall over on her dresser. Leaning back on the door Amanda took off one heel at a time and tossed them aside. She hated leaving a mess, but right now she just did not care. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to drink her worries away, scream into a pillow or cry. So instead she ran a bubble bath in the garden tub to try and help herself calm down. She put a few drops of lavender bath oil in the water before getting undressed. The sound of the water filling the tub, and the smell of lavender both filled the room as she looked at herself in the mirror. “What am I going to do?” She asked her reflection like it had any of the answers. With a sigh she dipped one toe into the water before climbing inside and sinking below the bubbly water. The water's heat helped relax her body, but her mind never stopped moving. Closing her eyes she rested the back of her head on the tub’s rim. “I’m so tired of having to hold everything together to just eek by.” She didn’t cry, but she felt her closed eyes well up in tears, as she thought about everything she had clawed out of the world to have a home life and a career, and now she thought that holding onto it all too tightly was going to make her lose everything.

It wasn’t fair to ask a grown man to pretend to be some teen girl for a day, let along a week. She really enjoyed seeing how Bailey handed it all. She had a daughter and one that was almost always smiling. It was so annoying for men to tell her to smile more, but she had to admit seeing her little girl always happy, made her happy. The times where she got to brush her hair, her teach her to bake. It was all fake, but it felt real. Real enough to make her forget on some level what everything really was and to just be happy. Bailey was a man, one she loved. He made her feel young with how he seemed to always desire her, and how they were in bed. Life with Bailey was far from perfect, they fought, more often as she spent more time at work and less time with him and the more they fought the less sex they were having. Megan talked about them ending it, that it wasn’t real love, but how could she say that now with how much he just did for her. It felt a little off to Amanda how Bailey said he hated it. If he did why was he always acting so happy? Why would he ask Megan to pay for a belly button ring, why would he remove the tags from the clothes? She guessed it all could be explained away if they were able to talk.

Patting herself dry and applying lotion to her skin Amanda cried just a little as she let go of this new dream. She couldn’t have Derrick, and would have to say goodbye. She only hoped Bailey would agree to the idea of her daughter going off to summer camp that they had forgotten to mention, or she had to fly out to spend time with some grandparent that didn’t exist. At least then if Derrick didn’t push, she might still be able to salvage her job. No career was worth sacrificing love or hurting someone you cared about. She tried to push back the growing feelings she had for Derrick into a corner of her heart and shut it away. The act was far from successful, but what choice did she have other than giving the full truth and giving up everything. Putting on a long t-shirt and some panties she climbed into bed, pulling out her phone. She saw a slew of texts she had missed from different parties. All night with everything happening she hadn’t looked at them at all.

April: Good luck tonight!

April: Tell me when you give the necklace to Candace!

April: Did she like it? Send me a photo if she did.

April: Never mind, you are busy enjoying your evening. We will dish about this later.

Meg: The photos of your and Bailey are cute, you are what they call a milf.

Meg: Have fun tonight, we will have a talk tomorrow.

Derrick: I was looking out at the moon from my balcony wondering if you were looking at the same thing as me. It’s silly, I know. Just wanted you to know I had a wonderful time tonight and I’m thinking about you.

Derrick: Not to mention both Candace and I are wishing Bailey a speedy recovery.

Derrick: Sweet dreams

Amanda pursed her lips looking at the messages and called her sister. “Hey sis, was wondering if you could talk?” Amanda was sitting up on her pillows, feet under the sheets and blankets pulled back. She wanted to cool off from the hot bath, but also didn’t want to get cold. “Yeah, is everything okay?” Amanda heard the concern in her sister's voice. “Mostly, yes and no. I don’t know. Maybe the answer is no.” The line was silent for a second before she could hear something dragging on the floor though the phone, more than likely her sister pulled out a chair to sit down on. “You just used a contraction, this must be serious.” Biting her lip she nodded a little to herself and filled her sister in on what happened tonight. “So, I have decided tomorrow to let Bailey know about this one last little white lie, or come clean and the more I think about it. I think Derrick deserves the truth.” She was thinking of how much of a good man he was, he was not going to take it well, but it would be worse if he found out on his own with the weak, easily proven lie. “Amanda, listen to me you cannot do that! That could not only end your career it could leave a black mark on your record that will make you unhirable. Fuck.. I guess you could stay here after. Is that what you really want? To live with your sister, I can’t promise to not get into arguments with you like we used to.” Amanda made no reply and left silence on the line for longer than was comfortable. “Just sleep on it, and make me one promise. Before you tell him anything at all, talk to me, give me one last chance to play the protective big sister.” Megan had done so much for her and it was the least she could do. “Okay, I promise.”

Even with the mental turmoil Amanda fell asleep quickly, too tired from physical activities earlier in the day and the emotional ones this evening to stay away much longer. While Amanda slumbered, Bailey was up in the middle of the night making preparations for his plan of escape. The idea was to make himself look like a man again, hiding what he couldn’t take off and leave. He had his bank account that Mandy didn’t know about, the remainder of the money his parents left him. It was going to be for a amazing Vegas trip, but now this was more important. He would get the hidden visa card from under the desk drawer and go stay at a hotel, till he could get to Megan’s the next day and collect his clothes. He wasn't sure of the next step, but he would have another day to consider that when he was safe from the world of high heels.

The breast forms were still not coming free from his chest, but he was only willing to risk a single pull. His chest was already sore and the motion did not feel like a good idea to keep doing. So he took an ace bandage and wrapped his chest to bind them as best he could. The job wasn’t perfect, but it would have to do. No bra would be needed thanks to the bandage, but with no other choice than to wear some frilly girly underwear Bailey put on a black pair of boyshorts with lace designs. The next two problems was he had no pants, the girls yoga pants sure as hell did not count as much as he hoped when he first put on a pair and he couldn’t leave the house in heels, the only types of shoes he owned. Both solutions came from Mandy, he took a pair of her clean jeans from the dryer and rolled the legs up a little and borrowed a pair of black ballet flats with a tiny bow at the front. Like the pants they were a little big, her having a shoe size up on Bailey, and these were more girly than he would like, but still they were flats. To get a pair of her sneakers he would have to get into her closet, and he couldn’t risk waking her up if he wanted to get away. The last thing he got was a t-shirt that once was his and was a little large so Mandy had taken to wearing it as a bed shirt, she sure wasn’t a fan of AC/DC. Not that she couldn’t appreciate it, it just wasn’t her favorite music. Putting it all on Bailey hated how the shirt that was once a little big on him now looked like he was swimming in it in, the lack of food and the corset had not done him any favors.

Looking in the mirror he let out a sigh as he looked at his hair. Going out to the living room he found on a coat hook one of his hats. An orange thing with black letters that read “Sierra Nevada Brewing co.” It would be perfect. Putting his hair into a pony tail he tucked it under his hat and looked at his face. “Fuck that would have been embarrassing.” He said, noticing for the first time the earrings from earlier still adorning his ears. Pulling off the large hoops he looked through the small collection, no normal studs could be found so he put in some small silver rose ones, hoping no one took a closer look. But as he did that to himself he couldn’t help notice how washed out he looked. Wanting to draw less attention to himself not more he added a little blush and some lip balm before venturing back out to the living room to make the final arrangements. His old wallet was nowhere to be found on or in the desk, but he did find the hidden debit card and added it to the wallet he had been **** to use this week. Next he wanted to take some things with him, but only had purses for choices until he remembered a book bag of Mandy’s in the closet. The thing was in great shape accept for the rear pocket zipper being broken open. He wasn’t keen on the pink piping, but at least the rest of it was black. In it he put a bottle of wine from the fridge, the stuffed bear to remember Mandy by and some nail polish remover with cotton balls. He didn’t have time to remove the red nails now and could do it at the hotel. The last things he added were the pill bottles to the bag after taking a few from each. He wasnt sure what one was for energy anymore and figured he would figure it out tomorrow when he wasnt in a hurry.

Putting in for an Uber ride, Bailey opened up Mandy’s purse, pulling out a pair of twenties from it. He might need a little cash, so he figured and headed out the door. Closing it as lightly as he could and tossed the pink key inside the backpack before heading down to the street to await his ride to freedom.