A hard conversation

Opening up the apartment door Megan was surprised it wasn't locked, she wondered what was going on with Bailey. It was unlike her to not immediately do what she was told lately, but she hadn’t so much as responded to her till fifteen minutes ago with some cryptic text messages. Maybe Bailey was truly upset from sucking down his old friends cum and too embarrassed to show his face. She already knew it wasn’t the first time he had to suck a cock, that was more than confirmed from seeing the green velvet dress.

Moving into the apartment Megan could hear the shower running and shook her head. Bailey had asked her to come over and was in the shower instead of ready for her. Turning the knob on the door she barged in without bothering to knock. Inside she found Bailey sitting in the tub naked, knees up pressing into her breasts as she wrapped her arms around her legs, holding herself tight. The shower still ran, filling the tub up enough to come past her waist. She came into the room ready to give Bailey what for, but instead looking down at Bailey with her mascara running and looking very much like a sad, broken teen girl. Her heart broke, in that instant Megan found tears coming to her eyes, matching that of Bailey's.

Dropping her purpose to the ground Megan moved to the side of the tub she turned off the shower and then dropped to her knees. Wrapping her arms around Bailey she just held on and rocked back and forth, unsure of what happened. Bailey had asked her to come here, had even said please. Her instinct told her this girl in front of her needed comfort, and had asked her for it. “Shhh, shhh, shhh it will be okay Bailey, it will be okay.” Megan felt Bailey grab onto her blue and white checkered shirt, soaking it more with water as the simple tears turned to sobbing. “Shhhhh, shhh, I’m here, I’m here.”

She held Bailey like that for ten minutes before Bailey had said a single word. “Thank you Aunt Megan.” The words came out small and Bailey still hadn’t let go. It was the type type of thing any Aunt would love to hear from their niece, but instead of joy she was feeling guilt. It had been harder to separate Bailey Ann from Bailey Andrew as time went on. She had more than enough wrath for the latter, but if she let herself just stay in the moment with Bailey it was fun to have a niece she could be with. That time in the mall when they were dress shopping together and Bailey got her to try on a dress. That might have been the first moment she really found herself caring for this girl Bailey Ann that she had created. This person in her arms looked almost nothing like Bailey Andrew Smith. The smooth delicate skin is a contrast to someone who never used moisturizer in their life, the muscle mass which wasn’t large before had melted away. The smaller, tighter stomach, the breasts and lack of a male appendage. This person was just Bailey Ann Best, her niece who needed her right now. And whatever happened to her to cause her to be like this was probably her fault.

Sniffling once Bailey let go of his Aunt and gave her a weak smile. Right after he texted her he felt like he needed to get clean, he needed the remains of Liam to be gone, but as soon as he felt the warm water hit his body, Bailey found himself crumpling to his knees and crying. He had no control over his life, he was just whoever everyone wanted him to be. A slutty girl, a loving ditzy daughter, a little sister, none of it was him. He was a different person completely, but at the same time all of that was him too. He flirted with boys, he had given a blow job, had sex multiple times with a man. His concept of how smart was, had been shattered. He had learned his best friend had hardly been a friend at all and that no matter how much he told himself he was fine on his own… he hadn’t been. People acting loving towards him, caring for him, letting him open up and the hugs… how had he gone so long in life without hugging as much as he did now.

“I’m umm, I would like to get dressed.” Megan stood up, held one hand out for Bailey to take to help her from the tub and with the other grabbed a towel that was hanging nearby. She could see Bailey was shivering, when she turned the water off it had all run cold, so it was no wonder Bailey was freezing. “After I umm get dressed can we talk?”

“Of course pumpkin.” She watched Bailey move from the room, walking on the balls of her feet, not even bothering to try and dry off before heading to her room. She followed Bailey out, but stoped when she went into her room. Seeing the door to her sister's room open she walked down the short hallway to close it, but as she got close she saw the bed was a mess. Not just the comforter and pillows, but on it were a few wet spots. She of course knew what they were right away, but still she moved closer to inspect and the closer she got to the bed the easier it was to smell sex in the air. They could have been left by Bailey giving a blow job to Liam here in the master bedroom and not swallowing. That happening here in the bed Bailey once shared with Amanda and with more than a few escorts could be the reason Bailey snapped, but she figured she would let Bailey tell her.

Waiting on the couch, Megan found herself waiting for forty minutes before Bailey’s door opened. Bailey had put herself back together, her makeup was back in order, her hair had been brushed out. Megan couldn’ tell everything she was wearing with her wearing a gray sweater with wooden toggles much to large for her. From under it she could see a pleated khaki a-line skirt and a pair of three inch purple heels with a few butterflies on them. Even though the sleeves covered her wrists and most of her hands, Megan could hear the tinkling of bracelets underneath. It was a bit surprising to see Bailey like this compared to how she was not long ago. “You didn’t have to get dressed up just for us to talk.”

Sitting down next to Aunt Megan Bailey gave a small shrug. “I wanted to look my best.” Megan nodded having a good idea where that came from. “And the sweater?”

“It like belongs to August, I was cold and don’t have any sweaters. Should I take it off?” Bailey asked hugging himself.

“No, no it looks cute on you. Keep it on.” Bailey nodded his acceptance, but didn’t say anything in return. The silence seemed to drag out, he knew he needed to talk, but wasn’t sure what he should say or where to begin. He couldn’t tell her how much he enjoyed it, how he had opened his legs for Liam, how he had wrapped them around the man. Without that fact, it would make a darker story, but he didn’t care. Sugar Liam… he never was a good person. Bailey could see that before, but he had hung on every word he said, looking up to him like he was an idol. So he told him of his exploits, he hadn’t even batted an eye when he embellished. Bailey wasn’t sure how things would have been if their roles were reversed, but he had said no… and Liam didn’t listen. He had asked Chuck for help and he just looked away, they were not his friends. Chuck could have saved him… Liam could have not done what he did… they felt more like enemies than old friends.

“He… he **** me.” He still didn’t think that was entirely true, and he had kept himself from thinking that phrase. Let alone saying it out loud, doing that made it feel more real, like it was the truth. Stead of a crushing weight like Bailey expected, just saying out loud made him feel lighter.

“That son of a bitch did what?! I will rip his dick off and make him eat it.”

“Liam **** me.” Bailey said, his voice still small, but this time it came out louder than the whisper from before.

“I am going to kill him.” There wasn’t rage in Megan’s voice, it was closer to steel with how firm it was. The crime he committed often went unreported, unpunished, but Liam was going to feel her wrath. She had felt that powerless once from her ex-husband when he came home drunk one night, wanting her when she was already asleep. She was married to him, she was his wife, but she wasn’t his to use. It was the last straw and she had filed for divorce within the week. She hadn’t told anyone what the straw was that pushed her over the edge for the already broken marriage. Megan found that same fire welling up from within her again. It didn’t matter the deeds Bailey did before, Bailey did not deserve this while serving out his own time. Liam had to pay.

“You can’t…” Bailey put his hand on top of his Aunt’s, a bit afraid she might just try something like that. He did not get along with her, but he couldn’t have her going to prison for **** becasue of him, For him… It wasn’t the type of thought anyone would ever think to cross their mind, would this person kill? But Aunt Megan was the type of woman that did what she said, something Bailey had learned the hard way.

“I can’t….” Megan said back to Bailey, knowing the truth in the statement. “Would you like to talk to the police?”

Bailey shook his head vigorously. “No, no. Peachers, not the police.” Getting the police involved was a can of worms that could make his life so much worse. “But.. umm there's more. A lot more.” Bailey began telling the blue eyed woman next to him about the party, about the drinking and how it made him feel.

“Bailey, he **** you. **** doesn’t do that.”

“No, I would totally know if…” Bailey’s words hung in the air as realization finally hit him as he went over his broken memories from that night. He couldn’t ever remember feeling like he did from drinking, his mind so foggy, the electric feeling from just a simple touch. The sheets on the bed were scratchy and a bad fiber counter, but he still had rubbed his cheek on them, enjoying how they felt on his skin. Bailey swallowed hard before continuing the story.

Hearing how that happened in the frat house, the one she sat outside of in Charles’s truck. It was her idea to head back to drop off Liam’s wallet. She couldn’t imagine having her sisters wallet in hand and not bringing it to her right away, so she had insisted Charles drive over so he could give it to his brother. She had sat in that truck annoyed to be missing the opening for the orchestra. If she had just walked in with Charles things would have been different. If she had not made Bailey go on a date with Liam, someone she knew was a piece of trash this wouldn’t have happened. Megan pulled Bailey into her embrace, holding the green eyed blonde tight. “I am so sorry Bailey, I am so sorry. Is there anything, anything at all I can do to make this right?”

It wasn’t till she said it, that she realized Bailey could ask for all of this to end. She had no intention of Bailey Andrew coming back into her sister's life, but at that second she knew if that was what Bailey asked for she would do it.

When Bailey pulled away she didn’t see any hint of tears in those green eyes like she had on her own, she only saw determination. That combined with the always present smile made her look down right mischievous. “I want Liam to feel what I feel… Can we make him into a girl?”