Shocked to find a happy girl

Megan walked down the hallway in her house, headed back to her bedroom to grab her phone that she had left on the charger. Walking past her daughter’s old room she stopped, hearing Bailey talking. A small smile dared to appear on her face, thinking Bailey was being responsive. When she first came upon Bailey at her sister's place, sitting on the floor in the shower Bailey was a mess and spent more time crying and wailing than telling her what was going on. They talked about where to go from there, but after that something in her sister’s pretend daughter just seemed to turn off. Bailey was hardly there, hadn’t wanted to talk more than a minute at a time and often she could hear Bailey crying. The previous day the only thing she could get Bailey to eat was half a bowl of soup and she hoped to entice the feminized man with something homemade this morning, but hearing Bailey actually talking brought hope to her.

It had really hit home that Bailey had been **** because of the situation she **** Bailey into. It was still the fault of Liam… and he was going to get what was coming to him. Bailey had said that the police shouldn’t get involved, it was a shame. A prison uniform would suit Liam just fine, she thought, but Bailey wanted **** and for him to know what it feels like to be a boy trapped acting and living like a girl. With some soul searching Megan knew things could have gone vastly differently. She could have reached out to Becky to see if she would have played the role of Amanda’s daughter or she could have pushed for her little sister to confess the truth, that it was all a misunderstanding before that day at the park. But that would have also left her little sister being taken advantage of by Bailey, who was cheating on her, stealing from her, heck stealing from her so he could afford to cheat on her. Bailey had to go, but she didn’t need to make him send sexual texts to boys, or make him go out on that double date. Even the smallest change of going inside the frat house with Charles could have prevented the worst from happening. She held some of the blame and for that she was going to help Bailey get **** on both Charles and Liam. Megan let out a soft sigh, she had never thought of herself as a bad person before, but now she had to accept that it was part of her and so was the enjoyment she got from turning someone macho into something feminine. She did everything for a reason, but with Bailey things had gotten out of control… no she had control the entire time she corrected. Things had just gotten out of hand and she was going to see if she could correct that. Bailey still had to stay in the role as her niece for now, but she was going to need to actually hire that private investigator instead of it just being an empty promise.

Placing one hand on the door knob, Megan stopped to listen closer to see if she could hear what Bailey was saying. She didn’t want to interrupt if it was something important, but what she heard was both odd and very familiar. Cracking open the door she peaked in, seeing Bailey lean forward towards the mirror that was attached to the dresser. Kicking back one of her legs as she finished up putting on 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!”

It was surprising to hear Bailey repeating the motto, over and over again. No appearance of the despondent person she had seen just the day before, Bailey looked more than just content. By all appearances and even tone of voice the teen girl she was looking at appeared to be happy. She was dressed in a yellow spaghetti strapped, low cut yellow cotton dress that came down to mid thigh. Her hair was pulled back and tied with a white ribbon into a cute bow, the ribbon matching the white ribboned tall wedge shoes. Bailey had even put on jewelry, a few gold bracelets on her left wrist and small gold earrings in the shape of white daisies.

Earlier that morning standing in the bedroom in a pair of white and yellow checkered cheeky panties and a white plunge bra Bailey had laid out a light cotton yellow spaghetti strap yellow dress on the now neatly made bed. He thought it was cute how the fabric was tied in a little knock at the center of the chest. It would show a lot of his breasts, the reason why he wore the plunge bra. He felt uneasy showing off the assets he wished he didn’t have. Snapping his fingers in front of his face, Bailey **** his smile to increase in volume. “Peaches, I like need to get it together.” He said reminding himself this was exactly the type of outfit Bailey Ann would love to wear. Bailey was always a happy girl and if she was happy that had to mean things were okay. If she was happy, then nothing bad could have happened to her… Bailey wanted to be happy, he needed to not feel like his life should be over. Right now, at least for now that mean he just needed to be Bailey Ann, she was happy.

Tilting his head from left to right while pursing his lips, Bailey picked up the three and a half inch tall wedge shoes with a white ribbon that he had swapped shoes for that first day he met Candi. It felt like so long ago that he was **** to wear the shoes, tying the ribbon into a cute bow and now here he was choosing them to go with his outfit for the day. Knowing that it would put a smile on his friend’s face seeing him wearing them. Putting the shoes at the foot of the bed, below the dress he moved his left arm behind his back, reaching over to grab onto his other hand as he pivoted from side to side, thinking about what else should go with the outfit for the day. Candi had promised him a day to make him happy and she wanted to dress to match. He always thought most girls didn’t want to go somewhere when a friend dressed similarly to them, or at least on tv it showed that with the girl wanting to take longer to go change, but he was sure if Candi had her way they would dress similar or the same everyday. After taking another ten minutes to get everything just right he took a photo, sending it over to Candi.

Bailey: Time 2b awake!

Candi: I have totally been up, I was like letting you sleep in

Bailey: I have been up 2 and like this is what Im going to wear

Candi: Super cute!

Candi: U should have like told me u were up I could have totally been over by now

Bailey: I was picking out my outfit

Candi: U did a good job :)

Bailey: I did the Best job!

Candi: the best job would have a matching purse

Bailey: I didn’t bring any extra purses with me 2 Aunt Megans

Candi: r u going 2 borrow 1 from her or want me 2 bring something?

Candi: Best job, with a capital B ok now I get it

Bailey: :-p

Bailey: I will ask Aunt Megan

Candi: K c ya soon!

After getting dressed, Bailey stood in front of the long dresser that stood opposite the bed in the room. Looking in the mirror, humming a bit to himself as he started to put on his face for the day. His features grew softer, his eyes stood out more as he applied the makeup, losing himself in the familiar routine. His mind went almost completely blank as he focused on his task, the world fading away. The long lashes that had been put on his face didn’t need mascara, but as he rolled the spoolie over them he thought how pretty his green eyes were. Being pretty… the thought triggered something in his mind. “A good girl always…” He began to say, looking in the mirror and not even considering the mantra he was repeating. When he was done outlining his enhanced lips and then filling them in with some red lipstick Bailey smiled at the girl in the mirror that was somehow both adorable and hot at the same time.

“Look at you, Bailey, you look wonderful today. How are you feeling pumpkin?”

Capping the lipstick, Bailey pivoted on one foot, almost twirling. “Good morning Aunt Megan! I’m feeling splendid.” Megan was more than a little surprised to hear how chipper Bailey was. Sure the only thing she could see was a happy teen girl, but the change from yesterday was so drastic it could have given her whiplash.

“That is great to hear, are you sure? If you like we could talk some more, I know you said you didn’t want to see a therapist, but I’m here for you if you need.”

Bailey’s smile faltered for just a few heartbeats before it was plastered back on his face. ‘Bailey Ann is happy, I’m happy, I am Bailey Ann.’ He mentally repeated to himself. “I like super appreciate you Aunt Megan, but like unless we are going to talk spec… specif.. Specifics about you know who I like rather not talk about it. Is that like okay?” He hadn’t tried to sound like a complete ditz, Bailey repeated the word he stumbled on a few times in his mind. ‘Specifics, specifics, specifics… okay everyone stumbles on words sometimes, get it together Bailey you are just on the edge and need everyone to stop pushing.’

Reaching out Megan lightly gripped Bailey’s forearm, rubbing her thumb over the soft skin, hardly feeling any of the muscle that was once there. “Okay, but just remember I’m here or just a phone call away.”

“Thank you Auntie and thank you for the compliment, you look totally fab today. I love your outfit, are you like going somewhere?” She looked down at herself seeing the white off the shoulder white sweater, a long pleated skirt that went just below her knees and a pair of white pointed toe, ankle strap heels with a blocky heel. She had a lunch date with Charles today, it had already been set up and while she was livid with the man. She didn’t want to let on that something was off or risk her plan for him and his younger brother. “Oh, just some errands later this afternoon. Say, I was going to make some breakfast this morning. How would you like some cornbread pancakes and a few sausage links?”

The smile almost cracked again at the mention of sausage, the memory of the greasy taste flirted with his taste buds, but was quickly replaced with the memory of something musky, followed by a creamy salty flavor as Bailey pictured the last dick that went into his mouth. “Pancakes sound delicious! But like no sausage for me, eating carbs is enough of a cheat for me thanks. Oh and like Candi is coming over sometime umm soonish? We are going to do some retail therapy and she like promised me the best day.”

“She is a good person.” Megan couldn’t help smiling in a way that touched her eyes as she thought of the girl. “You really do think of her as your friend, don’t you?”

Bailey nodded eagerly. “She is my best friend and somehow I’m a month older than her, but also her little sister.” A month older… the words floated through Megan’s mind, amazed at how easily Bailey said that like it was the truth, not a hint of his real age seemed to even run through her… his mind, she corrected herself.

“Friends are important and so is family and speaking of family. How would you like to help me cook this morning?”

“Totally! But like if Candi shows up before we are done I’m going to tell her we are only having pancakes cause like waffles weren’t an option.” Megan thought that was such an odd thing to say, causing her to laugh a little.

“Why ever would you say that?”

“Because like, waffles are way better than pancakes and Candi doesn’t think so, but I won a bet and made her say so and I just know she will bring it up if she knows we made pancakes.” The wrinkles at the corners of Megan’s eyes showed as she grinned, hearing Bailey speed talk like she once had as a young girl.

“What if I agree with Candi?” Bailey squinted at the older woman. Sure people can have their own opinions about food, but waffles have a little bit of crispness and somehow fluffy at the same time when made right and when you pour syrup on the food it held them it in little pockets instead of splattering it everywhere. Pancakes were just… flat and sometimes fluffy. “Do you?” Megan shrugged her shoulders before turning to leave the bedroom. “How about we see how you feel about my cornbread pancakes.”