Girl talk

Laying on his twin mattress in the dark, face down in his pillow Bailey pressed it firmly to his face so that he could scream into it in an attempt to release everything that had been building up. His feet kicked in the air and slammed down into the bed as all the air left his lungs. Needing air he rolled back around to his back, the weight of the feminine assets that he shouldn’t have pressing down on him. “I don’t want to do this anymore…”

Sitting up on the bed, the short man did so with a light groan. His body didn’t ache, he just didn't want to get up, but knew staying here in the dark would just make him fall asleep and staying in here with the light on would only invite others to come and talk with him. Shifting so his feet hung off his bed he looked down at his smooth legs and the glossy white finish on his heels before kicking them off. High heels were the epitome of feminine fashion as far as he was concerned, nothing was more feminine and little was as sexy on a girl but even with them gone he could see his painted toe nails. Lifting his feet up he wiggled his toes before sighing, a song from the Little Mermaid coming to mind that had a line about dancing and feet.

Flicking on the bedroom light Bailey moved toward’s his dresser and closet, the sight of the horse figures on the dresser making him pause after only a few steps. Along the top of the dresser were things he accumulated in his short time as Bailey Ann and much of them represented his friendship with Candi. The happy blonde had gone from an annoyance, a nuisance to his life to showing him how much he didn’t really understand what real friendship was. It was still wrong, he wasn’t a girl, it made the friendship false, but still the best friend he ever had. Somehow she had talked him into giving her boyfriend a blow job and he had ended up giving her dad one instead.

Bailey very much wanted things to end, he would miss Candi when she went back home, but he wouldn’t miss having tits and walking around in high heels with his ass shaking. Just choosing to end things himself wouldn’t work… ‘Aunt Megan has photos of me and like, that video of me touching myself and using a dildo while looking at the image of Chuck and OMG just so much more.’

With everything running through his head Bailey sighed, catching movement out of peripheral vision only to find his own reflection looking back at him from his vanity. “I look a mess.” he said without much thought other than a piece of the mantra that often danced through his mind. ‘A good girl always look her best.’ Despite how he felt the practiced smile came to his face as he made himself presentable. His current outfit was swapped for something more comfortable, the thong was enchanted for white lace boyshorts, a simple white t-shirt bra that had a tiny pink bow between the cups and a white cami. Nothing changed with what weighed down Bailey as he changed his clothes into something more suitable, but the act of removing his makeup and putting it back on to perfect was soothing in a way he didn’t understand or mentally investigate. It was something the feminized man had done repeatedly to get right and avoid being punished, but it was also something he had control of, something he could focus on.

So when he slowly opened his bedroom door, wincing at the sight of his best friend at the dinner table, he still felt much better than he had dashing off into the bedroom. With all the time he spend sobbing and making himself presentable he still found Candi sitting by herself, both hands cupped around a mug that had steam rising above it. “Umm, hi?” Bailey wiggled his fingers with the greeting, trying to test the waters.

Looking up from the table Candi gave her friend a half smile, keeping both of her hands around the warm mug. “Hi.” The teen girl said in a soft unsure voice. She had been sitting at the kitchen table alone for close to twenty minutes, she had heard Bailey’s mom raise her voice shortly after she had gone into the bedroom to talk to her father, but nothing since.

Now looking at her friend, changed into something she would wear around the house, while she still sat there with a trench coat to cover her lingerie, Candi felt bad. She wasn’t the type to be resentful, but she had a bit of it building in her. “You're smiling.” Her voice wasn’t the slightest bit harsh, just even, it was just an observation.

The light in the dining area of the apartment glinted off Bailey’s nails as he reached up to touch his freshly lipstick covered lips. “Sorry…” The freshly put together man could see she wasn’t doing well, he didn’t mean to smile… well he did but he didn’t think about having to do it anymore.

Seeing the smile slip on Bailey’s face, Candi shook her head, the action more directed at herself. “No, I mean. Like.. gah this is so hard!” She complained as she got out of her chair and moved to her friend who hadn’t taken more than a few steps since she left her bedroom. The dinner table to her bedroom door wasn’t much of a distance to cross, but Candi was willing to meet her friend half way. “You always smile and I know you aren’t always happy, but you do it and… and… I wish I was that strong right now!” The eighteen year old wrapped her arms around Bailey, holding on tight like she was a liferaft and her being adrift at sea.

Without a single thought on the matter Bailey held the girl in return, while once he would have considered her soft skin pressing against his own, her chest pressing into him, now he only thought of giving his friend comfort. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to I… I…” As the girl in his arms started to cry, Candi, unable to bottle up her freak out any further, her crying made Bailey cry, so the pair stood there hugging and comforting one another.

Not terribly long later when they separated Bailey gave his friend a partial smile, even if it wasn’t a full one, it was genuine. “Oh my god, your makeup is a mess.” While once it was a **** action, now he didn’t even consider it as he let out a giggle.

Returning the look, Candi pointed at her own face with her index finger, positive her mascara had started to run. Then she pointed back to Bailey. “Pot.”

“Hmm?” Bailey gave the girl a questioning look. He had smoked up a few times, but it wasn’t really something he was much into and he knew Mommy… Mandy was way too straight laced to even have tried it, let alone tolerate it in their apartment. The fact that his friend asked if he wanted to do something like this came as a surprise.

Cocking her head to the side Candi let out a lilting laugh. “You are supposed to say kettle. You know, pot calling the kettle black, but like, it is also black.”

Shifting his gaze, Bailey bit his bottom lip. “Yeah, I know that.” It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard the saying before, but with how stressed he was and the heavens know what Candi was going through his first thought to the word pot was not about the cookware. “Do you, umm. Do you want to borrow something to wear?”

Letting the subject drop, Candi grabbed the ends of her trench coat and then looked back to the still closed bedroom door at the end of the hall. “Yeah, that would be good.”

Stepping into the bedroom Candi closed the door behind her before pressing her back to it. “Can you, tell me what happened?” She asked with a great deal of hesitation in her voice, afraid of the answer. The teen didn’t want to believe that Bailey saw her chance to suck someone off and just went for it, or that she saw her chance with her father and went for that. In the end her best friend still had given him a blow job. Her dad being sexually active was ew, but at the same time she was happy he found someone to be with… but that person was Bailey’s mom, not Bailey.

Looking at himself in his vanity mirror a slight pout came to Bailey’s lips. ‘I just did this!’ Flipping the switch to turn on the light bulbs surrounding the mirror he turned to look at his friend, though he didn’t feel confident enough in himself to look at her for long. It was dark and, um…”

Taking off her coat and laying it on the bed, Candi slipped her heels off, them ending up resting on the floor next to Bailey’s matching set. The four indistinguishable from one another, each pair of shoes being the same size, style and bought from the same location. “You what? Saw someone hard and…” The memory or the idea of what was supposed to happen flew through Candi’s mind. Ryan on the couch, holding Bailey’s hair in the dark with a blindfold on as he called out her name, his pleasure rising physical stimulus while her own did the same from the mental. That wasn’t what happened, instead it was her dad. “Did he call out your Mom’s name?”

“Ahh.” Bailey looked back in the mirror feeling a need to fix his face. “No, umm, I don’t thinks so and ahh, kind of?”

“Bailey, which is which?” The green eyed girl asked, not that the answer would be clear even if she specified. “What does that mean?”

Taking a breath and intending to let out a long exhalation, Bailey turned and the long breath out transformed into a coughing fit when he saw that the pretty blonde was pulling open some of his dresser drawers wearing only her black thong. She hadn’t been wearing much to begin with, and Bailey had been wearing the exact same thing, but seeing her topless made him turn back around in an attempt to not stare. “Umm, what?” He blinked rapidly, his long lashes fluttering, what he was talking about completely forgotten.

“Bailey, I love you, but this is important, can you focus for a …” Her own words drifting off as she picked out a cute top from the drawer.

“Yeah.” The feminine looking man said, turning away from his mostly naked friend in an attempt to not oggle her only brought him back to face himself in the mirror where he was confronted with something he felt an urge to fix. “I like, don’t think he said Mommy’s name, but I wasn’t really listening and about his… I didn’t look at his face. Ry was supposed to be blind folded and you just wanted him to feel good and I couldn’t see you because it was dark.” He mentally winced, at the idea he really had just kind of seen a dick and moved to put it in his mouth.

Sliding on a pair of Bailey’s shorts, Candi moved to get a bra, she really didn’t feel like putting on a bra but eventually their parents were going to come out of the room and they would have to face them. Either that or she would be going back to the apartment if this ruined their relationship. “So, you like, didn’t know it was our Dad?”

Unable to take his eyes off himself, like a junkie looking at their next fix, Bailey couldn’t tear his eyes off his face and had to sit down at the vanity, pulling out some cleansing wipes. “What no! And your Daddy, not mine.”

Feeling a weight off her chest Candi slid the borrowed shirt on and moved up behind her friend. “Good, because when we all move in together we are not going to have any of that step daddy porn stuff going on.” She said, wrapping her arms around her from behind. What happened didn’t change, but Candi had a very simple equation in her mind. ‘Do I still want Bailey in my life?’ What went down was beyond gross, she didn’t want to think about the two of them together. ‘She is my little sister… just ew.’ That didn’t change how she felt about the girl, so that meant she had to move on and hoped against hope that this didn’t ruin her plans. Without a shadow of doubt, Candi knew her father loved Bailey’s mom. The woman was smart, driven and beautiful. On top of that Amanda treated her like a full person, not a kid, asking her opinion on things and when telling her no there was an explanation, not just an expected obedience. Candi loved her Nana to ****, but was positive she would always be a little girl to her.

“No, Candi, just… no.” Despite being held from behind, hugged from behind, Bailey flailed his hands in the air to brush away the pornographic thoughts that his friend brought to mind with the step dad porn. He knew there wouldn’t be any moving in together, or a marriage. ‘Mommy is mine.’ he thought, holding firm to the idea with mentally shaky hands before correcting himself. The image of Aunt Megan holding up a photo of the beautiful blonde woman with the name on the card reading Mommy came to mind. After so many repetitions and punishments for getting it wrong it was what came to mind when thinking of her, an issue he knew would have to be worked on, but for now it helped him not slip up in his role.

Not letting go, only hugging her friend tighter Candi looked at herself and Bailey in the mirror, both of them still needing to fix their faces. “What are we going to tell our parents?”

Bailey didn’t have any answers, just the idea of the woman he loved knowing he sucked another man’s cock was horrifying. Actually talking about it made him want to run for the hills. “That I’m like, running away to join the circus.”

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do there? An act with horseback riding?” Candi asked let go of their embrace to reach over and get a few of the makeup wipes.

Cocking his head to the side, the partial joke allowing Bailey to not give himself an ulcer with the conversation that was looming over him like a guillotine. “I was thinking, lion tamer.” He flicked his wrist like he was cracking a whip.

“I get it, sticks and stones cause broken bones, but whips and chains excite me.” Candi smirked.

“Oh my god, like no! Candi NO! And like that isn’t how it goes. What happened to the innocent girl I met at the park?”

Having trouble containing her laughter the now much happier girl gave her friend a light shove. “Too much time around my little sister has corrupted me.”