Set on Max getting exposed, I hung around the area a little more often. Every day I would go take a walk in the area to see if I could catch her. So far, no luck. All I was doing was tiring myself out and burning off some calories. Neither of which I really needed to be doing, according to Fluffy. He tried his hardest to stop me from going, but I was determined.
“Nothing,” I mumbled to myself as I walked the same street once more. No sign of Max doing anything suspicious. Nothing.
Fluffy hissed a bit and tried to get me to turn around and go back home, but I kept walking.
“I could afford to burn the extra calories.” I glared at him. “Stop that.”
He hissed back.
“So what if I’ve lost more weight? That’s the point.”
Fluffy didn’t like that one bit and hissed at me with a small smack of his tail on my arm.
“Don’t use that tone with me, mister. You know better-”
“Beatrice?” I looked up to see Aven standing right in front of me. “Uh, are you looking for Reginald?”
“Eh?” A bit thrown off by his sudden appearance, I stood there, confused. Surely she would’ve avoided me if she saw me on the streets.
“You’re, uh, standing right in front of the house.”
I turned around to see he was right. Fluffy really did fight hard enough that I had backtracked instead of walking further ahead. I’ll admit, I was a bit surprised by that strength.
“If you’re looking for Reginald, he’s not usually home until 5,” Aven said quietly, quite clearly uncomfortable around me. “I can let him know you stopped by if you want.”
“No, I don’t want to talk to him.” I collected myself from my prior moment of surprise and remained calm. “I want to see Max.”
“Oh. She’s not home either. She’s out running errands.”
Ohoho. There it was. My moment to get to the bottom of things.
“Errands?” I asked with a sickly sweet tone. “Mind telling what errands?”
Aven shrugged a bit. “I’m not sure. She doesn’t tell me, and it’s not my business to ask.”
“Or you don’t want to tell.” I glared. “Where were you then? Hm?”
He went red in the face and looked at the ground. That’s when I noticed the bag he was holding behind his back. Perhaps something Max wanted him to hide? I was soon about to find out.
“Just at the shop…” He mumbled quietly. “Um… Can you move so I can go in…?”
“I want to know what you’re hiding.”
“It’s personal-”
Not in the mood to play guessing games, I grabbed it from him. With a smirk, I opened it up and was absolutely disgusted.
“Food?” I looked at him and her face was bright red with embarrassment. It appeared I was right all along. He was a binge eater. Getting caught was nothing but embarrassing and shameful for him, But also, not my problem or what I was looking for. With a scoff, I closed the bag and shoved it back at him. “Best not be eating that all in one sitting. You’re going to make yourself sick.”
“...I’m aware…” He mumbled. “Can I go inside now…?”
“I’ll be joining you,” I said. “I have… important matters to discuss with Max, shall I say?”
“Uh… Alright.”
I let him pass and he opened the door letting both him and me in. Rather quickly, he tried to rush off to his room. As if I would allow that on my watch though. I knew when someone was running off to binge, and as much as I didn’t like him, I had enough of a heart to not allow it while I was around.
“Ah, ah, ah!” I spoke up. “Get back down here.”
Slowly, he came back down the stairs, looking scared I was going to do something.
“Where’s your men’s clothing?”
“Uh… I don’t really have any.”
“Then I’m sure Reginald has something old you can take,” I said, pushing by him and going to Reginald’s room. Sure enough, there was an old outfit that would be a tight fit but would do the job. I grabbed it and threw it at the boy. “Put it on. I will not sit around and see you wearing that dress.”
“B-but-”
“NOW.”
Terrified, he froze and refused to move.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” I growled, storming over to him. If he was really a “woman” then surely he wouldn’t mind changing around another woman. Forcefully, I pulled off the outfit he was wearing, not caring that he was yelping and for some stupid reason, censoring his lack of chest. I suppose I couldn’t say much… The bastard had more than I did.
“Ah!!” He squealed when I yanked off the top. Immediately, he covered up his chest with his arms. Honestly, looking at him, it was no wonder he wanted to be a woman. Seriously, what a failure of a man’s body.
“Oh, stop it,” I growled, pulling his arms away from his chest so I could force him into the button-up. “You don’t have any breasts to cover because you’re a man! Act like one!”
In record time, I switched him out of the dress and into a proper suit. It didn’t exactly fit him too well and was a bit tight in the midsection, but it was much better than the dress.
“There!” I put my hands on my hips. “This looks better. You could stand to lose the gut so you don't look like you're going to pop a few buttons, but this will do for now.”
Aven- wait. Was that really his name? Misreading words was something I did often, but something told me his name wasn’t actually Aven. Well, I guess it was time to find out.
“At the candy store, I read your name as Adam,” I stated. “Is that your legal name or not?”
He went silent.
“Is it or not?” I hissed.
“...My name is Aven-”
SLAP
I slapped him right across the face. “I’m NOT in the mood for games.”
Shakily, he nodded. “I-It’s legally Adam…”
“Then that is what I will call you.” I nodded. “I will not be feeding into your delusions as everyone else does.”
Adam kept his head down and refused to look me in the eye.
“Go sit down,” I ordered. “And you will stay seated until Max comes home. Do I make myself clear?”
Shakily, he nodded and went to go sit down at the kitchen table. I smirked, Power over others was a good feeling. One I loved. They couldn’t run from you if you were in control. Nor could they hurt you if they were scared of you.
* * * * *
Less than an hour later, Max walked in. Instead of wearing her tacky and paint-stained dresses, she was wearing a suit. She hid her long brown hair in her top hat and seemed to be binding her chest in some way or form because it was hardly visible, unlike usual. From afar, she looked like a man. Nobody would’ve questioned her if they walked by her on the street, or even had a small conversation with her. The only thing that possibly would’ve given her away would’ve been her voice and abnormally wide hips that most men didn’t have.
“Well, well, well.” I came out from the darkness of the living room with a smug smirk on my face. There was no reason for her to be dressing like this, further proving to me that she was doing something behind Reginald’s back.
“Beatrice, ma’am.” Max didn’t look too excited to see me but addressed me with respect. Most likely out of fear. I caught her glancing over at Adam, who looked ashamed and refused to look up.
“That’s correct.” I grinned, enjoying being addressed with respect. It made me superior. “So, mind telling me where you were?”
“I was out running errands.”
“Mhm. Sure.” I looked over at Adam. Perhaps now he would tell me the truth. “Where was she, Adam?”
From the corner of my eye, I could see Max just seething. Oh, I was getting under her skin alright. And I was loving it.
“I don’t know,” Adam said quietly.
“I don’t know, MA’AM.” I retorted.
“I don’t know, ma’am.”
I looked over at Max again, enjoying every bit of anger showing on her face. “Hm. I’m sure my brother knows of your errands, correct?”
Silence. It seems not.
“I’ll take that as a no?” I smirked. “And would these errands happen to explain why you’re dressed like a man? I must say, it does suit you much better than a dress. Maybe you and Adam should crossdress together!”
“Please don’t tell him,” Max said with a very defeated tone. She knew all too well that my brother wouldn’t approve of her going out behind his back. So much so, it might just get him to kick her out. Maybe. Just maybe.
“Oh, but why shouldn’t I? I knew you were up to no good the moment I met you! And I’ve been trying to convince my dearest brother to ditch you, but he won’t listen. So here’s my chance!”
“Please,” Max said through her teeth.
“Hm…” I pretended to give it a thought. Perhaps she would do something to get me to stay silent. I wanted to see how far she would go. “How badly do you want me to stay quiet?”
“I’ll do anything.”
Perfect.
Just perfect.
“Beg.”
A little taken aback by my demand, she gave me a look of disbelief. So I clarified in more detail.
“I want to see you on your knees, begging at my feet,” I said. “And maybe then, just maybe, I’ll consider keeping your little secret.”
There was a tense silence for a bit before Max did as I asked. She got down on the floor and bent down before me. She begged for mercy. Every word she said felt like a reward to me. It fueled me. It made me feel the most alive and best feeling I had ever felt despite the rock in the pit of my stomach telling me to stop. Deep down there was a part of me that hated how I could do such a thing. Making an old friend who helped me beg was just disgusting, and I knew it.
Right when I decided I had seen enough of her pathetic groveling, the door opened, and in walked Reginald. Confused as to what in the world he had just walked into, he gave me a look and then looked down at Max, who was incredibly tense.
“Max?” Reginald asked before looking up at me and asking, “What are you doing?”
“Putting her in her place,” I stated with a smile. Obviously, I knew he wouldn’t be happy, but I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.
“Get off the floor, Max,” Reginald said. She obeyed. As she stood up, she gave me a pleading look, just begging me to save her. When my brother saw what she was wearing, he looked puzzled. “Why are you dressed like this?”
“I-”
“I made her.” I clarified. Don’t get me wrong, I would’ve loved to see her pathetic ass get dragged out, but curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to know what she was doing for these “errands”. Besides, her secret would be much better used for blackmail. I suppose I also owed it to her with how she helped me in the past. Now she couldn’t hold that over my head if she ever tried. My debt was repaid. “I thought it suited her quite well since she’s got a man’s body just like Adam.”
“Adam?” Reginald looked both confused and pissed off. Frustration was beginning to show on his face as his brows began furrowing more and more. I pointed at Adam, and he looked at him with confusion. His look of confusion remained there only for a few seconds before turning to a scowl.
“So you’re telling me that you came into my home to put my wife and Aven into clothing YOU thought was suitable? AND made Max beg at your knees?? What the Hell, Beatrice!?”
I scowled back. “They deserve it.”
“Get. Out.” He growled. “I will not have you coming here to torture my family. Out. Now.”
With a glare, I walked by him and headed out the door. Of course, on my way out, I slyly commented something just loud enough that only Max would be able to hear it.
“You look better when you’re begging.”
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