Bailey Q 01

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Bailey Q 01

Hi folks, I’m Baylor and I’m in a crazy place in my life right now. I can’t say that I’m a cross dresser, but I do like to crossover over to Bailey Q once in a while just for fun, which may sound a little hypocritical of me, but I don’t flash things around like it’s so popular to do on Chang and I’m never going to post one of those “need boyfriend now” selfies on Twinkie, I mean Tweaker. I mean, I have posted a “mwah” photo before, but I didn’t banner it with “find me and you can have me” or anything like that.

I don’t want a boyfriend and the worse I’ve ever done is to day dream about giving someone a lap dance while I was wearing pantyhose, but that’s just a silly fantasy, so I’ll just move on.

I do like making my face up a little, but I think everyone (men) who have ever tried that a few times might easily agree that women have been on to something for a long time. And just to clarify that a little, every guy that you see on TV or in the movies is wearing makeup at some level. I mean, it works and women are the smartest species on the planet. And you don’t have to get all crazy about it either. I mean, there is club makeup and there is everyday makeup and many levels in between and “just a tad” is my normal. I mean, my “mwah” selfie was facial make up in full bore, but that’s not my normal.

As for the rest of me, I was voted “the one most likely to” a long time ago and I suppose I’ve backed up my victory a few times, but I generally ask or announce if I’m going to go anywhere with the gang as Bailey Q on the outside. And I say Bailey Q on the outside because undies on the inside is a given and I mean like a I haven’t stood at a urinal for ages if other guys were there for fear of getting caught out. LOL, which has worked for me and against me. I mean, waiting has protected me from receiving too many eye rolls for sure, but waiting has caused me to receive my share of eye frowns because some guys just get nervous when a little guy, who seems to have very smooth facial skin, is just leaning up the wall in the mall restroom just behind them. But the good news is that I’ve never been punch out, so there’s always that.

Anyways, I rent a 2nd floor flat apartment with a private entry behind the main house and I keep my legs in shape with the sixteen steps and a turning platform as I come and go from my place. And, LOL, I only mention that because, wow, all those steps didn’t seem all that bad when I first rented the place, but damn, right? I need an escalator! But my legs are firm as hell, so I deal with it.

From the outside, my apartment looks bigger than it feels on the inside. I mean, it runs the entire length of the main house and all, but on the inside, each room is pretty compact, so having any kind of large social isn’t ever going to happen, but I manage with the space I have.

So, as Bailey Q, I like jeans and shorts and leg coverings and stuff, but dresses aren’t my thing. I like costumes for sure and I have no problem cleaning my apartment in just a bodysuit or just in pantyhose, but I have limited closet space in my little apartment, so my Bailey Q attire choices have limits. But it’s surprising about how many packages of pantyhose, nylon stockings and bodysuit type leotards you can stuff into a dresser drawer, right? And as I already said, my undies space is sacred, so.

And speaking of pantyhose, wow, are they something to wear or what? I mean, talk about being all bundled up and tight, right? But I like them and I’ve also cleaned my apartment wearing only pantyhose before too. I also will wear them under my street clothes occasionally and even though I may not wear them correctly at times, they are tight enough to allow to me wear any kind of undies that I want to. I mean, trust me, nothing is going anywhere in that area! And for quick trips to the corner store, hey, who even needs the undies, right? Well, I did that once, but it was cool.

And to just finish up with my thing for pantyhose, well, my “thing” came about just after I bought and tried on my first pair. I mean, there is a lot “give” to pantyhose and as soon as I figured out that I could basically pull the waistband up just below my nipples, well, judge me if you will, but I liked them as my sex thing and that’s that. And to help me settle in my mind that it was alright for me to wear pantyhose under my street clothes occasionally, I considered them as an extra layer of warmth on chilly nights. LOL, even though where I live, one would have to be quite the night owl to be able to say that they were hanging out in chilly air, but in my mind, I was doing the right thing by being prepared for any change in the weather, so.

But I knew from the beginning that if I was going to risk wearing such risqué leg coverings under my street clothes that I would need a checklist. I mean, I don’t know how women deal with it, but what I found out early on that with all the “give” that pantyhose brought to the party, that I would need a solid checklist to make sure everything Erenköy travesti was in place and straight and most importantly, to make sure that the extra material associated with the waistband was properly rolled and tucked away inside of whatever street jeans that I was wearing. And it’s a good checklist too!

Are the legs straight? Is the crotch in the right position without too much slack? Are my buns pulled tight enough together that even I want to spank myself? Did I properly roll the extra waistline material under my pants waistband? Is my t-shirt or jersey adequately covering my middle area just in case of wardrobe malfunctions? Would someone punish me by spanking me if they caught me wearing these? Would anyone turn down a quick lap dance now that I corrected all the other checklist items?

Well, what I forgot about during the recent September Fall Festival was that my checklist required adequate lighting to read. I mean, in the comfort of my home, lighting for visual inspection wasn’t a problem nor was it a problem at the mall where the restrooms had you know, ceiling lights! What I didn’t think of was the dimness of the festival’s portable toilet refrigerator boxes. I mean, I didn’t have to mess around with the straightness of the legs or anything, but it just felt like I messed up something without properly lighting or a mirror, so it made me nervous, but it all worked out in the end, LOL, I think.

“Baylor, are you feeling alright? I mean, you were gone for quite a long time.”

“Um, I’m alright, Vic. I mean, festival food, right? I think I’ll just quietly slip out and head home though.”

“Alright, Baylor, I can see on your face that you look a little nervous or queasy, so how about we both quietly step to the side and I’ll see you to your SUV safely, alright?”

I mean, Vic to the rescue, right?

“Thanks Vic, I appreciate that (oops, didn’t mean to lay my hand on his chest), but I’ll manage on my own. I mean, just because I didn’t get things right in the restroom, doesn’t mean you should have to sacrifice your time with crew, right?”

“Um, what do you mean by “you didn’t get things right”, Baylor?”

“Oh, um, I mean the festival junk food is messing with my head as well as my stomach, so I think it’s best to get on home to my apartment and straighten things out. I mean, I had plenty of fun tonight and there are always other festivals, so.”

“Alright Baylor, but I don’t want you walking to your SUV alone. I mean, between the “Blue Haired” gang and the “Candy” gang, you might get jumped in the dark parking lot, so.”

Stupid gang activity, it’s everywhere these days!

“Well, I’m taller than all of them anyways, Vic.”

“No, you’re not, Baylor. Besides, the little old ladies have those wicked canes and the candy kids have those big fat sharp pencils.”

Well, I might be a little short, but my firm legs from all of my entry steps and all, right? Also, stupid big fat sharpened pencils and canes!

“LOL, see, Baylor? You need a step box to get into your SUV.”

“Then help me up, smartass.”

Oh, I guess that wasn’t the right thing to say, unless you want to be grabbed, groped and lifted. Or maybe it just felt that way. I mean, no one ever lifted me before, so.

“There you go, Baylor. Um, take something to help with all that junk food you ate and we’ll see each other then, I suppose.”

It’s nice to have one in the crew who isn’t bothered that I was voted “if anyone, then him” and all, right?

“Um, Vic, if you were going to any of the fruit markets tomorrow to get pumpkins for your momma to display on her front porch and all????”

“Bailey Q????”

“Well, tomorrow is Saturday and I have a nice Saturday afternoon outfit and we can go to the pumpkin patch in Hillsdale and all, so? I mean, I will wander towards the right and you can wander towards the right and all, so?”

“Ugh, fine, I’ll pick you up about 2pm, but this Saturday afternoon outfit of yours better be, well, ugh, I’ll pick you about 2pm, alright?”

“Well, I mean, things could be worse, right? I mean, LOL, Simon could be asking the same thing from you, right?”

Ahh, Simon! I’m not saying anything bad about Simon, but even Simon makes me and my occasional lifestyle look good, but more on that faggot later.

“And then I suppose I’ll have to carry your share of the pumpkins up your endless entry way steps then, Bailey Q?”

“Well, the escalator is out of order and thanks for the “Bailey Q” when I’m not even “Bailey Q” tonight on the outside.”

“Oh, well, LOL, you just don’t understand how much talk there is behind your back then. I mean, not me of course, but hey, you’re all sick from festival junk food and all, so.”

I mean, I suppose I should have expected all that “talking behind my back” since everyone voted me as “are you kidding? Of course, he does” and all, so.

Now, I didn’t lie to Vic about my Saturday afternoon outfit, but it was a little more “Saturday afternoon Erenköy travestileri Rave party” than it was “Saturday afternoon in the pumpkin patch” and all, but it was decent, LOL, for a farmer’s Rave party.

My hair is the easy part. Wash it, run my fingers through it, let it dry and slip on a visor for the farmer effect. And I had one pair of Denim shorts that were, well, not baggy, but with a little looser fit on the legs and then, you know, fishnet pantyhose style leg coverings and clean high tops. I’m not sure why I put on three shirts, but I tried to keep Vic in mind and when you come across a guy like Vic who will take you out once in a while, well, you respect that, right?

“Thanks Vic, I really appreciate this opportunity. And by the way, there seems to be a big need on Chang for the rating system if that’s something you want to do while we drive to Hillsdale.”

“Oh no, Bailey Q, I’m not getting caught up in all that stuff, but I will say that the other guys would totally lose it if they could see your firm little legs in fishnets. I mean, they get pretty worked up about things enough behind your back when you just wear your boy shorts and all, but that’s as far as I’m going with all that.”

“Well, we can talk about those perverts later and all, but you know, just how worked up do things get?”

“Nope, not going there, Bailey Q. By the way, were the two eye crystal studs really necessary just to go to the pumpkin patch?”

“Well, I didn’t know if modern pumpkin farmers had a DJ on Saturday’s or not, so.”

Well, he rated me with his glances anyways. LOL, or he kept looking over at me because he couldn’t believe that he agreed to have me ride with him.

“Alright Bailey Q, I’ll grab on of the little wagons and make my way towards the left and you can go towards the right in search of the Framer’s Rave party entrance and we’ll meet somewhere in the middle and head out, alright?”

“Perfect, but seriously, someone should put up a sign or something that says pumpkins are grown in dirt! I mean, look at clean high tops! Oh, well, yes, my high tops are at the end of the rainbow, so keep your eyes flowing down my fishnets, almost there, see? Fresh and clean!”

“I mean, um, yeah, pumpkin patches and dirt go together like veggies and dirt and seriously Bailey Q, are your legs that perfectly shaped?”

“I’ll take two pumpkins and a little less perving, please, but all my steps, right Vic?”

But seriously, someone should put a sign up. I mean, even the small little walking paths were dirt. But it was what it was, so I used my soft steps to my advantage as I made my way along the dirt trails watching to not kick up too much dirt. I mean, my super clean high tops, right?

“LOL, it could be worse, I mean, you could have visited the pumpkin patch in heels. Also, do you have a pair of heels in your trunk that you could slip on for me?”

“Well, someone should put up a sign or something, mister.”

“Ooh, I would rather you call me your Saturday night hay ride date than mister, um????”

“Bailey Q. And by a private Saturday night hay ride, do you mean that you have a kidnapping pickup truck with a camper top on the back and it’s filled with a layer or two of hay?”

“Well, these farmer’s sell a bale of hay for a $1 and all, so. I mean, it’s not like it will be a straw stick of hay that will be poking you and all, so.”

“Hah, I’m flattered and all, but I have a steady and he’s on the other side of the pumpkin patch picking out his own pumpkins because he knows what he likes and when he finds the perfect pumpkins, then I cut little holes in them so he can go all “ugh, ugh, ugh”, but I wrap his manly rod in pantyhose to keep him clean and sometimes I hallow the pumpkins out completely first so I can reach my hand in there so he can go all “hm, hm, hm” and he’s my steady, so.”

“Oh, well, it sounds like you really know how to throw a pumpkin carving party then, Bailey Q. I mean, what time does your party start and where did we land on you slipping on a pair of heels and slipping into the back of my camper pickup?”

“I’m sorry, mister kidnapper, but I’m exclusive to Vic and he needs it all the time and he likes our weird fetish pumpkin sex nights solo and quiet, so. Besides, you haven’t even given me your name yet.”

“Phil, Phil Filibuster, so, Bailey Q, are we exchanging numbers or what?”

“Well, we can exchange numbers, but I won’t go out with you because I just lied to you about a lot of things.”

“Well, you wouldn’t be lying if you followed through with me, a pumpkin and the back of my camper truck, so.”

“Just let me call you before you call me, Phil Filibuster.”

I mean, I walked away thinking about if and how my crazy story would work, but a camper truck is a sure sign of a kidnapping vehicle, so, LOL, not with Phil Filibuster!

“Hey Vic, wow, I see you have been busy in the pumpkin patch. I mean, those pumpkins look perfect for your momma to display Travesti erenköy on her front porch and maybe a few other things too! Ooh, look Vic, isn’t that Simon over there?”

“Ugh, damn it, yeah, that’s Simon the weird faggot. I mean, I’d bet anything right now that he’s buying pumpkins so he can cut a little hole in the side so he can go all “ooh, ooh, ooh” as he gets some pumpkin pussy! I mean, Simon is kind of cool and all, but the guy is a freak!”

Huh? Simon???? Huh.

“So, compared to Simon, I’m not so bad then, Vic?”

“Stop, Bailey Q. Well, you’re fantastic compared to Simon, but stop fishing around for ratings and other compliments. But I will say that if you ever do this in front of the other guys, then Bailey Q would be welcomed and that would be the end of Baylor, I think, I mean, can I just cash out now?”

“LOL, I’m so going to smack you square on the lips someday Vic! Anyways, you cash out and I’ll play the good guy and say “hey” to Simon for a quick minute.”

“Well, by “smack”, you better mean with your fingerless gloved fist, Bailey Q?”

“LOL, well, it’s a tough decision between the street cred for having blood my on my leather fingerless gloves vs. Tranny cred for finally leaving a “mwah” lip gloss kiss behind and all.”

“Bailey Q! (well).”

“Cash out Vic and I’ll be just a minute with Simon.”

LOL, I snuck in a quick cheek kiss anyways, but I don’t think anyone noticed that.

“Whoop.” “Woo-hoo.” “Pumpkin patch funday.” “What time is that pumpkin carving party?”

Well, I didn’t everyone was looking at us (I mean me).

“Hey, Simon.”

“OMG, Bailey Q! (Hug squeeze him like I own him).”

“(Oh fuck, my lungs) Um, OK Simon, whew, so, picking out a few pumpkins I see, huh?”

“Screw the pumpkins, Bailey Q! Is your friend Chester going to use me as his boy butt bitch or not?”

“Whoa, whoa, Simon, slow it down, slut. I mean, you seriously need to work on your attire and your aggressive attitude, but keep after it, I guess. Anyways, speaking of screwing the pumpkins, is that what you’re doing tonight? I mean, it’s Saturday night and all, right?”

“Um, ah, well, I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bailey Q. I mean, these are for decorations, that’s all.”

“Alright Simon, it’s just that I was thinking about carving big round holes in the side of one of my pumpkins and all, so.”

“No, no, no, not to big, not to big, I mean, what, I mean why, I mean, what can I wear to lure Chester into treating me like the faggot slut that I am?”

“Well, I was going to carve them about this big around?”

“No, no, the pumpkin stuff loosens too quickly, so it has to start out really tight, I mean, I peeked him my granny panties once.”

“LOL, whisper to me Simon that you’re definitely getting some pumpkin pussy tonight and I’ll search around for a Halloween costume that Chet might like you in, so?”

“(Fine, sissy, sorry, fem boy Bailey Q, I’m a freak and I have a hot date tonight. I mean, you could help me out by holding it steady for me, like while you’re sitting on the counter top and placing my hot date between your legs and all, so.)”

Hey, I already stated that Simon is known for being quite the freak, right? I mean, wow, even I didn’t expect all that and the crew had better up their “talking behind the back” game when it comes to me vs. Simon, but, well, wow, that was quite the pumpkin patch conversation, right? Or should I say offer, LOL?

“Um, damn Simon, I’m a little stunned here, I mean, wow, I wouldn’t know how to sit there with your pumpkin girlfriend between my legs as you go all “uhm, uhm, uhm” and all, so wow, I’m sorry I brought it up.”

“Well, I go all “ooh, ooh, ooh” and I could use some old pantyhose to wrap around myself like a condom so I can catch it all and suck it out through the velvety material and all, so.”

Alright fine, I was stupid enough to flip his “freak faggot” switch on, but I just as quickly flipped the switch off and ran back to safety of Vic.

“Um, um, um, Simon, um, I’m shocked and I have to go literally anywhere else, but um, wow, um, text me sometime and bye!”

LOL, all of a sudden, the dirt that I was trotting through didn’t mean so much.

“LOL, learn any lessons, Bailey Q?”

“Oh, Vic, oh, Vic, let’s hit the road, Vic.”

Now on the drive home, I did think that Simon would look OK in a sexy Meter Maid costume, but every time I envisioned Simon in it, SOB, I kept thinking of him wearing it while having a pumpkin date in his kitchen!

“SOB! Ugh, your steps, Bailey Q!”

“You’re complaining about a handful of steps? I started a stupid pumpkin conversation with Simon! By the way, I know something about pumpkin dates now, so.”

“We can kiss, Bailey Q.”

“We can kiss, Vic?”

Um, well, um, he leaned forward and basically missed the side of my temple, but he tried and all, so.

“So, Vic, Mark’s Halloween party? I mean, I’ll stick to the right and you can mingle to the left, but maybe we’ll meet in the middle before the party is over? I mean, we just made out and all, so.”

“Well, no advertisements and I don’t think we always have to split things up, but alright, but I mean, you should keep informed as to what costume you might wear and all, Bailey Q.”

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