Year Zero: Another Version of the Truth Chapter 18-25 (Patreon)

Chapter 18.

Clothes shopping for Taylor was next.  Finding the clothes in the proper style and size was tough.  Yvonne had to look for larger clothes in the girl's size 7-16 and plus-size sections, as well as some clothes in the women's section and a few things that we're even in the men's section that a girl might like.

They also purchased bedding that would be appropriate for a room that houses a small girl.

It took all day before the duo returned home.  Taylor was glad to be back home.  He headed towards the guest room which was his room now.  He was carrying some of his new purchases with him.  Yvonne insisted.  There wasn't a reason to pick unnecessary fights at this point.

"Fold your clothes and place them nicely in your drawers," Yvonne reminded him.

Taylor didn't answer.

Taylor smelled something on the way to his room.  It was the smell of drying paint.  His formerly white-colored room had been repainted with pink highlights.  There was also a vanity that hadn't been there before.  Taylor looked at his room with his mouth agape when he saw it.  It was clear that these wouldn't be the only changes to his room.

"Do you like it?" Yvonne asked as she walked behind him.

"No."

"It'll grow on you.  Help me put your things away."  Yvonne was carrying more of Taylor's new purchases.

Taylor looked at his new clothes.  Most of the clothes were from the girl's department although they were in the sizes for plus-size girls.  Taylor looked at the clothes as he put them away, even though they were for bigger girls they still had more juvenile patterns. 

Out of curiosity, Taylor checked the label, he found that the sizes listed were mostly 14/16 Plus with an occasional 18 Plus thrown in.  His new panties were a woman's size seven although they were full cut and had what he thought were childish designs.  There weren't any bras of any type although there was a package of fruit-of-the-loom big girl camis in size 16.  There were two pairs of men's pants, but they were in light pink and bright yellow.  Finally, there were three pairs of girl's pajamas as well as two nightgowns.  They were in little girl style and thus didn't have any sex appeal even if a woman was wearing them.

While Taylor was folding his clothes and putting them into the drawers that Yvonne indicated.  She was remaking his bed with new bedding, which included sheets, a comforter, pillowcases, and the rest.  The room was slowly changing from the guestroom to a bedroom for a young lady.  The walls had already been painted and the bed sheets and comforter had a distinctly childish design.  

Taylor didn't care about the sheets, he just wanted to lay down and think.  There had to be something he could do.  He certainly wasn't ready to give up.  He couldn't let Yvonne win without a fight.  The problem was that he didn't know how to fight back.  There had to be something.

What he really wanted was a cigarette.  No matter how hard he tried to think of something else, his desire for a cigarette kept interrupting him.

"I need help," Taylor thought.  But who could help him?  Well, there were two groups of people: his family and his friends.  The problem was even if they could help him, how would he contact them.  He didn't have a phone anymore.  Yvonne had informed him that eight-year-olds don't carry phones.  They are too irresponsible with them.  They lose things so easily.

There weren't any house phones in his home like when he was a kid.  Everyone has a cell phone now.  There isn't a need for a phone attached to the wall.  He couldn't use Yvonne's phone, he didn't have her password to activate it.  

Taylor even had a bigger problem, he didn't know anyone's number anyway.  No one dials phones these days, they just press one button, and the phone dials itself.  There isn't a need to remember phone numbers anymore.  Taylor didn't even remember Yvonne's phone number.  He might have never dialed it except for the first time he placed the number into his own phone's directory.

Taylor spent the next few minutes trying to remember his best friend's number.  But every time he tried to get to thinking, that damn need to smoke returned.

It wasn't until Taylor took Yvonne's advice that he was able to start to think clearly.  Sucking his thumb somehow relieved his need to smoke.  He supposed it was the placebo effect.  As long as he had something in his mouth it satisfied him.  Not that it helped him remember his best friend's phone number.

Chapter 19.

Yvonne was in the master bedroom, while Taylor was thinking.  She was cleaning out his drawers and throwing all of Taylor's former clothing into big trash bags.  They would be disposed of in the morning.

The doorbell rang, Yvonne answered the door.  Taylor didn't even stir from his thoughts.

"Are you Mrs. Hernandez?"

"Yes."

"I'm Detective Gannon, can I come in?"

"Surely."

"Is your husband Taylor  Hernandez at home?"

"No."

"Do you know when he'll be back?"

"I don't know.  He left me."

"He did?"

"Yes, he left me a note.  It said he ran off with his mistress.  It said he wouldn't be back."

"Do you have that letter?"

"No, I destroyed it."

"Oh, I see.  We are looking for your husband.  There is a discrepancy with your husband's accounts at his place of business.  We are looking into the matter."

"How much of a discrepancy?"

"Almost a quarter of a million dollars."

"Really?"

"Yes, we are anxious to talk to him."

"I don't know where he is."

"Is anyone in the house with you?"

"Only my niece.  She is eight."

"Anyone else?"

"No."

"Mind if I look around?"

"No, no problem."

The detective searched the house.  When he entered what was now Taylor's bedroom, Taylor looked up.  "Who are you?"

"I'm Detective Gannon, Honey. I'm just looking around.  Have you seen your uncle?"

"My uncle?  No."

"OK, Honey.  Sorry to bother you." the detective said and then closed the door to Taylor's room.

"If you hear from your husband, please contact me at this number," the detective asked Yvonne as he handed her a card.

"No, problem."

Chapter 20.

Taylor exited his room to ask Yvonne, "What did he want?"

Since Yvonne set it up, she knew exactly what it was without being told.  "They think you embezzled money from work to the tune of a quarter of a million dollars.  If they find you, i mean my former husband, he'll be arrested."

"What?"

"You heard me.  But don't worry as long as no one knows you are you, nothing will happen."

"I never stole any money."

"That isn't what your boss believes."

"You did this!"

"I'm not going to deny that.  It was certainly a lot easier than convincing everyone that you are just a child."

"What am I going to do?"

"Just be a happy little girl.  Hey, have you tried on any of the clothes we bought?"

"No."

"Let's try them on.  I'm dying to see how you look in them.  Why not get dressed for bed?"

Taylor saw his life slipping away.  He didn't want to be a little girl, but if he returned to his old life, the police would be after him.  Then an idea struck him.  "Hey, can you return everything back to normal?"

"I can?"

"I mean not only everyone seeing me as a man again, but the police and my boss forgetting all about this stealing thing?"

"I can do it.  But not until after you've been punished for you you did.  Maybe if you take your punishment like a man, and be a good little girl?"

"A good little girl?"

"You know like getting dressed for bed."

"OK," Taylor agreed.  Until he came up with a better idea, he decided to just go along.

Chapter 21.

Taylor knew what Yvonne wanted.  Was it really all that bad to humor her for a while and put on some clothes for bed?  Taylor guessed not.  He entered his room and was prepared to put on a nightgown, but Yvonne called out, "Hey Taylor, why not wear those 'My Little Pony' pajamas we got.

"Sure thing, Yvonne."

"Oh, and stop called me Yvonne, call me Aunt Yvonne or better yet just Auntie."

"Fine," Taylor said, and then realizing that there might be a hint of annoyance in his voice he said it again, "OK, Aunt Yvonne."

Taylor found the 'My Little Pony' pajamas. He knew exactly where they were, he had put them away a short time ago.  The pajamas themselves weren't overly feminine.  They weren't even in a pink color, they were mostly in a navy blue with pink accents on the cuffs on the hands and feet and neckline.  The long-sleeved top had navy sleeves with a light blue bodice featuring a design of  Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy, and Twilight Sparkle in among rainbows, hearts, and stars which have glitter detailing.  Not that Taylor knew the names of these characters.  It was paired with a navy motif on elasticated bottoms. 

He was about to put them on when he realized he was still wearing male underwear.  Taylor swapped his male briefs for a pair of white girls' briefs which had a multicolored pastel heart pattern on them.  Technically, they weren't girls' briefs they were women's briefs, but the print and style would suit a small girl perfectly.

Taylor quickly got dressed and displayed himself to Yvonne.

"What do you think...Yvo... Aunt Yvonne."

"Oh, they are so cute!" Yvonne enthused.  "And they fit you just right."

Did they really fit him?  That was debatable.  Taylor didn't have any problem getting them on and they stretched enough to fit all the curves of his body.  But the bulge in his crotch was clearly evident too.  Taylor suspected that it couldn't be helped and that it didn't matter at all.

Chapter 22.

Later, Taylor returned to his room to think.   He never considered that if he was to return to normal that he might be arrested for something he never did.  He had never stolen from his employer.  He was a good employee with up until then a good reputation.

Taylor laid down on his bed on top of his comforter.  It was adorned in mermaid-style bedding (including the sheets underneath).  The comforter matched the room as it was mostly white with a light pink and blue print.  He rested his head on the pillow and began to think.  Since he didn't have a cigarette, something he wouldn't be having any time soon, he put his thumb into his mouth.  It did satisfy his craving again.

Taylor spent his time thinking, not that any realistic plan came to him.  He was sure of one thing, he needed to convince someone that he was a man and see if that person could help him.

"It's your bedtime, Sweetheart," Yvonne informed him.

"My bedtime?"

"Yes, all little girls need their beauty sleep."

"I'm not a little girl."

"I'm not going to argue the point.  Do you want me to read you a bedtime story?"

"No."

"Then it's nightie-night for you."

Taylor got under the covers and Yvonne turned out the light.  She plugged a blue-canary nightlight in the outlet by the light switch.

Chapter 23.

The next day began, the same as the last.  Wake up, shower, brush teeth, comb hair.  Yvonne laid out Taylor's clothing for the day and breakfast of sugary cereal.

The doorbell rang. Yvonne answered the door.  It was Taylor's mother, Elizabeth.

Taylor was glad to see her, but she looked upset.

"Mom!" he shouted.

"Hello little one, how are you today?" Elizabeth asked.

"I have a lot to tell you."

"I want to hear it all, but I have to talk to your aunt first.  Go watch a video or something while we talk.  I promise I'll be with you in a few minutes."

"But, Mom."

"Just a few minutes, Darling.  Promise.  Adults have to talk."   It was clear that Elizabeth, (his real mother) was very concerned about something.  She also didn't recognize him as her son.  Elizabeth saw him not as her son, but her granddaughter.  The daughter of her other daughter.  She didn't mind Taylor calling her Mom, as she wasn't living with her mother but her aunt or so she thought.  She would spend some quality time with her granddaughter, but for now, she had to talk to Yvonne.

"Do you know who contacted me?"

"I can guess. Someone from the police."

"Yes.  What is this all about?"

"All I know is that Taylor left me.  He went off with his girlfriend."

"I don't believe it.  I don't believe any of it.  My Taylor could never steal from his company.  He would never have a girlfriend."

"I can only tell you what I know.  I've suspected he has had a girlfriend for a while.  The embezzlement shocked me too."

"Not my son."

"I don't know what to tell you.  He's gone and the police suspect him of stealing money from the company.  What can I do?"

"I guess your right.  I'm sure there is an explanation.  I can't imagine Taylor doing any of those things."

Meanwhile, Taylor walked to the master bedroom.  He wanted to get out of his little girl's clothes and get back into his regular clothes to talk to his mother.  But when he looked, he couldn't find his former apparel.  There was empty space where his clothing should be, both in the drawers and closets.  Taylor didn't realize what Yvonne had done.

Chapter 24.

Grandma put a smile on her face and then searched out Taylor.  "Nana is here sweetie," Elizabeth announced.  "How is my little girl?"

"Not good.  You have to help me!"

"I'm always here for you."

"I'm not a girl, I'm your son Taylor and I didn't steal anything from my company."

"I know you didn't"

"You have to see me as I truly am.  I'm not a little girl.  I'm a grown man.  I'm your son Taylor."

"Don't be ridiculous."

"No, it's true."

"I know, I know.  You want to be at your own home with your real Mommy and Daddy.  I understand.  But you have to stay with Aunt Yvonne for a little while.  It won't be too long."

"No, it's not that.  It's Yvonne."

"I know she's not your Mommy.  You'll be back with your Mommy soon.  But, Aunt Yvonne is taking care of you for now."

"You don't understand.  I'm not a little girl."

"You're Nana's big girl."

"No, I'm not a girl."

Elizabeth surmised that between not being at her own home and all this business with her uncle that Taylor was having a problem.  She tried to soothe her.  "Calm yourself.  Everything will turn outright.  You are going to be OK."

"I'm not OK, I'm not Taylor.  I mean I am Taylor but I'm not your granddaughter.  Let me try and prove it to you."

"Sure," Grandma said trying to humor Taylor.

Chapter 25.

Taylor wanted to come up with something that only he and his mother would know.  When I was sixteen and I returned from..."

While Taylor was telling his story, something that would prove that he wasn't a little girl, his mother's eyes went blank.

"Are you listening to me?"

Then a moment later, a wet spot developed in the crotch of her pants.  The stain traveled down her leg and soon was dripping onto the floor.  She was having an accident, but she didn't seem to mind.  Quite the opposite was happening, a big smile grew upon her face.

Taylor looked up and saw Yvonne in the doorway.  "Go ahead tell your story.  Your mother likes stories.  But make it brief and exciting, her attention span isn't what it used to be.  She thinks she is only two years old now."

"YOU MONSTER!"

"Just act the part and I'll return her to normal.  Do you want her to stay like this?"

"You can't do this?"

"Why not?  I'll call your dad.  He won't have any problem taking care of her.  I'll make him think he's her mother."

"Stop it, stop it!"

"You'll behave?"

"I will."

"OK, then."

Intelligence came back into Taylor's mother's eyes.  "Oh, my goodness gracious.  It seems granny had a little accident," Elizabeth announced.

"What happened?" Yvonne asked.

"I've been sick.  It's no big deal.  Do you have something I can wear?"

"No problem.  You go into the bathroom and get cleaned up.  I'll hand you a few things."

"Thanks."

Taylor felt more trapped than he had been before.   He couldn't tell his mother, he couldn't tell his best friend.  If Yvonne found out, then she could do anything to them.  There wasn't an easy way to reach Taylor's best friend anyway.  Why would he come over?  Taylor couldn't even call him.  He didn't remember the number and he didn't have access to a phone either.

Yvonne fetched a pair of panties and pants for Taylor's mother to wear.  They were ordinary lady's pants with an elastic waist that could accommodate her slightly larger size without much trouble.  

"I'll wash these," Yvonne told Elizabeth.

"Great."

"Hey I have an idea, why not take Taylor to the park?  By the time your back, your pants will be cleaned."

"That's a wonderful idea,"  Elizabeth agreed.  Then to Taylor, she asked, "Do you want to go to the park with Nana?"

Taylor was hesitant.

"Taylor go, you'll have lots of fun.  Someone has to go with Nana, in case she has another accident."

Taylor didn't want to go, but she detected something in Yvonne's voice.  She wasn't asking him to go, she was telling him he had to go.  "OK, let's go."  Nana having another accident sounded like a threat to him.

"Don't sound so upset.  You'll have a great time."

"I wish I could go with you,"  Yvonne started.  Taylor thought for a second that maybe he could convince his mother on the way.  As Yvonne was staying behind.  But then Yvonne dashed his hopes when she told them, "I promise I'll be with you in spirit sharing all the fun.  Don't forget to ride on all the rides.  Swing on the swing, slide down the slide, climb the monkey bars.  Maybe make a friend or two.  I'll want to hear all about it when you get back."

Reluctantly, Taylor left with Elizabeth for the park.  He knew what he had to do.  He had to play the part of the little seven-year-old.  He had to do what was expected.  If he didn't not only himself, but his mother would be punished.  He could man up and be the little girl, but his mother didn't deserve to be a two-year-old.

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