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Bash's Bakery
By Julie and Bashful
Authors' note: This is a non-disclaimer. This story was inspired by a
couple of threads on the Hyperboard and some remarks made during chat
sessions. It is meant to be humor, whether it is or not is up to the reader.
We hope you enjoy it. If you are mentioned in the story, it is intentional
and everything that happens to you was meant to happen to you. If you
think we are talking about you but you aren't sure, we probably are.
We wrote it and we're glad we did. So there.
"Julie, we need to talk. I've been reading a lot of comments lately on
the hyperboard at Fictionmania about Tryxi Trash and me. Now there are
other women claiming to have spent time with me. You don't believe
them, do you dear?"
"Of course not Bash, sweetheart. I know you're the most faithful man
there is. I would never believe such comments especially since these
other 'women' don't even have the nerve to use their own names, just
those silly names they made up, Honi Muffin and Debbie Donut,
ridiculous. You're not going to let them get away with it are you?
Oh, and we can't forget about Raven and this lawsuit nonsense. He better
stay away from me." Julie said.
"Nope, I have a plan. I want to open a bakery, right across the street from
the courthouse where The Judge will be handy to deal with anyone who
gets rowdy. I called my good friend the Wizard at SRU and he has a deal
on some 'special' flour and some other things that will help us settle the
score with this bunch. I know who most of these 'Pastry Girls' are. There
are a few others involved as well. Here's the plan." Bash and Julie plotted
into the night. With the help of the old man, Bash's Bakery opened the
next day.
A week after opening, Bash's Bakery was doing land office business.
Lots of locals dropped in for donuts, bagels, croissants and coffee. Bash
offered special items as well but only to certain customers.
In the first week after opening, Bashful got a phone call.
"Bash, this is Raven, I need to drop in and see you. I need a deposition
from you and Julie for this lawsuit with Tryxi Trash. When and where
can we meet?" Raven asked.
"Why not come to the Bakery, it 's right across from the courthouse here
in Dallas. I'll let you try my special donuts, on the house." Bash said.
"Free donuts! I'll be there tomorrow." Raven said.
The next day, just after 9:00 AM, Raven came in and sat down at the
counter. He and Bash exchanged pleasantries and Bash poured him a cup
of coffee and placed a plate of assorted donuts in front of the attorney.
After eating two donuts, Raven marveled at their flavor and lightness. He
assured Bashful that he would make a killing in his new enterprise.
"Oh, no killings, just some much needed changes." Bash said.
"Huh, what do you mean by that?" Raven asked.
"Nothing, just thinking out loud, more coffee? Try the powdered sugar
ones, they have a little something extra in them." Bash said.
Julie walked by and said hi to Raven, not particularly glad to see him.
"Julie, when can you and I have some time to talk?" Raven asked her.
"Later, Raven, after you have eaten all your donuts." She told him and
walked off humming to herself.
Later that day, Julie took the garbage out and came back in smiling and
humming the same tune. Bash knew she was happy and that made him
happy too. They smiled at each other, closed up and went home.
Several weeks go by and a call came into Bash's Bakery from Ohio.
"Bashful, this is Eric, I'm on my way to Texas for a conference and
wanted to stop in and see how your new bakery is doing."
"Hey Eric, that would be great. I'm looking forward to seeing you. When
will you be here?" Bash asked.
"Next Monday, I'll drop in for some coffee and some of your special
pastries, okay?" Eric said.
"Sure, anytime." Bashful hung up and went back to packing a 'special'
order for the Judge. He normally holds court in Ovid but he has a bench
he sits twice a month in Dallas for special cases. The Judge was
someone you wanted to make sure was your friend. His sentences were
sometimes very harsh and always extreme.
The phone rang again. It was Mrs. Eric.
"Bash, could you do me a favor? I'm ready for another child but Eric
won't take the time away from his computer to do his part." Bashful
thought a moment about the lovely Mrs. Eric, 6' 2, blonde hair and great
legs, truly a beautiful woman.
"Uh,?you know I'm married, Julie would kill us both?" Bash started to
say, while he blushed.
"No silly, here's what I need you to do." Mrs. Eric said.
Bashful listened and made notes while Mrs. Eric explained in detail.
"You've got it, I'll take care of it and see you sometime Monday
morning" Bashful said.
Early Monday morning, Eric strode into the little bakery and took a seat
at the counter. He was 6' 5 and slender. A former athlete, he was still fit
looking. He shook Bash's hand and they chatted for a few minutes.
"By the way, Bash, have you seen Raven recently? No one's seen him
since he came to Texas for some legal business." Eric asked.
"Raven? No he dropped in here and had some coffee and donuts but that
was the last time I saw him." Bashful said, just then a timer went off in
the kitchen and Bash rushed back to take a rack of croissants from the
big oven.
"Wow, those smell good," Eric said. "Let me try one of those Bash.
"Sure, I made them especially for you, but you better sit in the booth
over there. You'll be more comfortable." Bash advised.
"Okay," Eric said, "but the stool is fine with these long legs of mine."
"I just don't want you to fall off the stool and get hurt." Bash said. It
made no sense to Eric but he moved to the booth. Bashful poured him a
cup of coffee and gave Eric a plate of hot croissants, and some butter.
Julie came out to see Eric and handed him a jar of preserves she had
gotten from the back of the shop.
"These are great preserves Julie, where'd you get them?" Eric asked.
"We have an old man, uh, I mean friend that supplies those to us." Julie
said with a secret smile.
"Uh, this may sound strange, but are you getting taller Bash? It looks like
I'm shorter than I was." Eric said.
"Eric, your wife called just after you did and made a request. She wanted
a daughter she could raise to be her little princess. She really doesn't
want to get pregnant, bloating, swollen ankles, the whole bit, you
understand, don't you? I mean this was nothing personal, just a request
that I could fulfill." Bash said.
"Oh my gosh, you're turning me into a woman and I'm going to be
pregnant with a little girl?" Eric gasped.
"No, I'm turning you into a little girl. Sheesh, how hard was that to figure
out?" Bashful said.
"I'm going to be a little girl the rest of my life?" Eric sobbed.
"No, absolutely not."
"Thank goodness, how long? One year, two?" Eric said, seeing a ray of
hope.
"Well, I'm making you into a little blonde haired, blue eyed, three year
old, so in fifteen years, you'd be a lovely young woman." Bashful said.
"Fwree, you're making me a fwree year old widdle girl? No, I won't wet
you. You make me a man again. Now!" Little Erica stomped her foot and
began bawling.
Julie picked the little girl up and comforted her. The preserves had
changed Eric's business suit into a cute little sundress in a Buggs Bunny
print. His wingtips became matching sandals. Her long blonde hair was
pulled up into twin pony tails and she had one front tooth missing. Just
then, the little bell over the door tinkled and a woman walked it.
She was tall, as tall as Bashful. She had long blonde hair and was
wearing a dress that was tasteful and showed off her fabulous legs. It was
Mrs. Eric.
"Oh Julie, Bashful, she's perfect, just perfect. How can I ever thank you?
I know, how would you like Eric's computer? We won't need it
anymore," she said.
"Won't you want little Erica to learn how to use a computer?" Julie
asked.
"Why? I'm going to teach her to be a good wife and mother, she won't
need a computer for that. Thanks again you two, I'll send the computer
UPS." With that, Erica and her new mother left.
Julie and Bash waved goodbye to the little girl who just buried her face
in her mother's shoulder and cried.
Two weeks later a man came into the little bakery and looked around. He
went outside and took pictures of the sign over the door, which had a
four color picture of the dwarf 'Bashful' from the Disney movie "Snow
White and the Seven Dwarfs." The man came back in the store and asked
to see the owner.
"My name is Julie and I own the place with my husband. How can I help
you?"
The man was dressed impeccably in a black Armani suit with a crisp
white shirt and a boldly colored tie. He wore expensive Gucci shoes. He
presented his card.
"I am Samuel O. Barnett, Esquire, Attorney at Law. I represent The
Disney Corp. I am here to instruct you to cease and desist with the
display of our copyrighted material, to wit: the image of the dwarf
'Bashful' over your door. If you do not remove the offending painting
immediately, I will be forced to take legal action."
"But that was a present from a friend who painted it just for our little
store. We're not hurting the huge company you represent, please, just
leave us alone." Julie asked as nicely as she could. Julie always liked
happy endings.
"Very well, you leave me no choice, I will be forced to file suit in the
courthouse across the street." Mr. Barnett announced.
"Wait, let me call my husband and ask him to come down here and take
the sign down. Will that satisfy you?" Julie asked.
"Only if it happens in the next fifteen minutes." Barnett said.
"How about a nice cup of coffee and some of our special eclairs? They're
on the house." Julie said.
"Okay, but don't think for a minute that I'm going to change my mind
about this just for a cup of coffee and some pastry." Barnett said.
"Okay, let me call Bash." Julie said. She served the attorney and then
picked up the phone and walked into the kitchen to talk.
"Bash, I have an attorney who says we have to take the picture down
from over the door, you know the one Cleo Kraft did for us. No, you
don't have to come down here. He's having some eclairs right now. I'll
see you later."
Julie walked back out to the front counter.
"Now will there be anything else?"
"No thank you ma'am, those were very good eclairs. I need to go to get
to my job interview at the law firm. Gee, I might be a clerk this time
tomorrow. How do I look, professional enough?" She asked.
The young woman, about 19 years old was wearing a simple but very
nice black business suit with a short pleated skirt and black Gucci
pumps. She had a crisp white blouse and a boldly colored scarf around
her neck. She was fresh faced and pretty with shoulder length red hair
and bright green eyes.
"Well, in my opinion, Sammie, the scarf is out of place. It's a very nice
scarf but it is a little too loud for that suit." Julie told her.
"Thank you, I really want this job," Sammie said as she removed the
scarf, "the firm does a lot of pro bono work for small businesses that are
being crushed by large, unfeeling, corporations. I want to help people
like that. I better go, wish me luck." The girl left for her interview.
Sammie dropped in the next morning on her way to work and told Julie
she had gotten the job. Julie smiled and hummed her favorite tune,
another happy ending.
After Sammie left the bakery Julie began cleaning the counters and
getting ready for the lunch run. The tinkling of the bell alerted Julie to a
potential customer. She looked up as an average looking man in his
forties walked in.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"We haven't met but I feel like I know you," he said holding his hand
out for a handshake. "It's me, Steve Zink."
"Steve, what brings you to Dallas?" Julie asked.
"Well, I was making a connection at DFW airport but my next flight has
been delayed. I don't leave for another six hours. So I thought I would
come and check out the bakery I've heard so much about. Also, I wanted
to ask you if you've seen Raven? I tried calling Eric but his wife says
she's unable to deliver the message."
"Well Steve I'm glad to finally meet you in person. I'm sorry your flight's
been delayed but at least it gave us the change to meet. I'm sorry you
won't get to meet Bash, but he's delivering donuts to The Judge across
the street at the courthouse. He normally holds court up in Ovid,
Oklahoma but he holds a session a couple of times a month here in
Dallas and he always gets some of Bash's special pastries for his trials."
Julie explained. "There were a couple cinnamon rolls left over, if you're
interested?"
"You mean it, some of The Judge's special pastries?" Steve asked, his
eyes lighting up. "You know, I always wanted to be the Cat Woman."
"Sure thing. You want milk or coffee with those?" Julie asked as she sat
a plate of warm pastries in front of Steve.
As he sat down on the barstool in front of him, "Milk, of course," he
replied.
As Julie turned away from the counter to get his glass of milk, Steve
began eating the sugar-covered confections. By the time she turned back,
he had finished the first roll.
"My, you were hungry, weren't you?" Julie said.
"Well, it was a redeye flight and I didn't have breakfast this morning.
These are so good," he said, eyes agleam. "You know, I think I feel it
working!"
"I do believe you are right," Julie answered as Steve began getting
shorter.
"What's happening?! I'm shrinking! I'm supposed to be getting taller
with big breasts and long blonde hair and?and?and." He began
sputtering.
"Steve, what made you think you were going to get exactly what you
wished for?"
"But I want to be Cat Woman!" he wailed as the changes continued. His
hair was short and its color could only be described as mousy brown.
His height stopped at 5'1" unfortunately; his breasts never exceeded "A"
cup in size.
"Well, you are 'the cat woman'," Julie explained.
"What do you mean? Just look at me!" Steve was almost screaming. "I
have no chest to speak of and look at my clothes! Where is my lovely
shiny, black, vinyl cat suit?"
"Why I think you look rather nice," Julie said examining her. Steve was
wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt with a picture of Garfield the Cat on it.
There was an employment badge hanging from a cord around her neck.
"And what do you mean, I am the cat woman?!"
"Look at your badge," Julie explained. "You work for the Zenith No Kill
Animal Shelter. Your job is to clean up after the cats. The shelter has
never had an employee that gets along with the cats as well as you do.
It's as if you are kindred spirits."
Steve looked at the badge that was hanging from her neck. It said her
name was Jennifer ? The Cat Woman ? Zink. Jennifer was crying by
now.
"You might want to head back to the airport. Your flight to Zenith
leaves within the hour," Julie warned.
As Jennifer slid off the stool she stumbled.
"What are these 'things' on my feet?" she asked hysterically.
Julie looked down at the high-top orthopedic boots that Jennifer was
wearing.
"Oh yes, it's so sad about your ankles," Julie sympathized.
"What's wrong with my ankles?"
"You have very weak ankles and unfortunately, you will never be able to
wear anything but those corrective boots. You can never wear high-
heeled shoes. Even heels 1" tall will cause you untold pain," Julie
explained.
"Nooooooooo," Jennifer cried as she left the bakery. "All I wanted to be
was 'my' cat woman."
Julie shook her head as she watched through the plate glass windows as
Jennifer stumbled across the street. She began humming that tune that
had been running through her mind so much of late and finished setting
things up for the lunch crowd.
One day, Bashful got an order from a catering service for a cake big
enough for a guy to jump out of. It seems one of the Pastry Girls was
getting married and a bachleorette party was being arranged. When Bash
saw the guest list for the party he started right to work on the cake and a
special order of bear claws as well. The day of the big party came and
the male dancer who was supposed to jump out of the cake couldn't be
found. The caterer for the Pastry Girls appealed to the baker to find a
suitable replacement in time for the party. Bashful called Bill Hart who
he knew was in Dallas attending a computer convention at the Info Mart.
"Bill, some of the girls at FM are having a little party for Carrie Gore
since she and Troy are getting married tomorrow. It would be a real
feather in my cap to be able to deliver the one and only, Bill Hart, to that
party. What?s the chance of you coming by and letting me slip you into a
big cake?" Bash asked.
"A bachleorette party huh? I've never jumped out of a cake before and I
thought you were a little upset with the Pastry Girls over that hyperboard
thing and the lawsuit. By the way, have you heard from Raven or Eric or
Steve Zink? They seemed to have disappeared. I've been trying to get all
three of them to return my e-mails and I've heard nothing for weeks. It
seems the last anyone heard from them was when they came to Dallas."
Bill asked.
"Nope, Bill, I haven't seen them since they dropped into my shop. I heard
from Mrs. Eric the other day, she sent me some things and she didn't
seem upset. We talked on the phone and she said everything was fine at
the house, the new little girl is happy and healthy. She never mentioned
anything being wrong with Eric." Bashful replied.
"Well, they'll turn up, they usually do. Okay Bash, I'll jump out of the
cake for you. Just tell me when and where to be."
Bashful gave Bill directions to the shop and asked him to be there about
5:00PM.
Bill showed up and Bashful asked him to change into a black leotard.
"What do I have to wear this for. I thought I'd wear my street clothes."
Bill said.
"Health regulations. It's to keep body hair from falling into the cake since
it is edible. Like wearing a hairnet over your body. It's got plenty of
stretch and should fit you very comfortably, especially after you've been
in the outfit for awhile." Bash explained.
"What do you mean by that?" Bill asked.
"Oh, just that the fabric breathes and molds itself to your body as it
warms up." Bash said. He had removed the SRU tag from the inside of
the leotard as well as the proper use instructions.
Bill went into the office and undressed and pulled on the leotard. It felt
tight when he first put it on, but it soon relaxed and fit him much better,
just like Bashful said it would. Bash helped Bill into the cake and the
Zenith Delivery Service picked up the cake and took it to the nearby
hotel where the party was being held.
Bill found himself getting drowsy during the short truck ride and he
dosed off. The cake was rolled into the party room and all the Pastry
Girls gathered round. They expected a Chippendale dancer to jump out
and do a striptease for Carrie on her last night as a free woman. They
were only partly right.
When no one jumped out of the cake. Regal, also known as Honi Muffin,
cut the cake and began handing pieces out to all the other Pastry Girls,
Debbie Donut, Chrissy (Croissant), Wendy (Wheat-bread), Paula
(Poundcake) Egan, Anne_Mal Crackers, Elizabeth ?clair, Diane
Dumpling, Jan (Peggy Pie Crust) Dreamer and all the rest. They each
received a slice of Bash's special cake. When the last girl had finished
her cake, a messenger entered the room. He sought out Carrie and gave
her the telegram he had been told to deliver when he saw the cake had
been eaten by all who were there. Carrie opened the telegram and
fainted.
Honi Muffin rushed to her friend's side and picked up the telegram and
read it. Honi got pale, she began to shake, before she could tell anyone
else in the room what was in the telegram, they found out for themselves.
All of the Pastry Girls began turning into men, very hairy men with large
male bodies and pronounced male organs. Not the kind of body easily
feminized. Carrie was spared to some degree, she was changed but not as
drastically as the others.
When Carrie, now Cary, woke up he was told his betrothed was on the
phone. A weeping Cary Gore took the phone and spoke to the person on
the other end of the line.
"Hello, miss could you put Troy on the phone please(sniff)," Cary said.
'This is Troy, would you get Carrie Gore please sir?" A lilting voice
asked.
"This is Cary Gore, (Waaaaaaaa)."
"Carrie? I've turned into a girl. I look just like Sara Michelle Geller, you
know, Buffy the Vampire Slayer?" Troy, now Troi, said. "It happened
right after I ate these bear claws that were delivered to the house today."
"Well I look just like Hugh Grant, the British actor, and I don't like it."
Cary wailed.
"Well I don't like having these tits bouncing around, all over the place.
What are we going to do? We can't get married now." Troi said.
"We have to. First, if I don't marry an American, I have to go back to
Great Britain, which's the reason for getting married in the first place.
Second, according to the note Bash sent, if I don't marry you anyway and
you have a child, all the Pastry Girls are going to stay Dough Boys.
Waaaaaaaaaaa." Cary cried.
Troi fainted.
Meanwhile, Bill woke up due to all the screaming and carrying on. He
decided it was time to make his appearance so he shoved the trap door
open on the cake and jumped up. He noticed several things:
1. He was in a room full of hairy, well-endowed men wearing dresses
and makeup.
2. He was now a very fetching young woman wearing a skimpy bikini.
3. The men were all looking at him.
Bill's night was very interesting after that but we'll leave that for another
story.
Julie was humming as she was wiping down the counters. There had
been so many customers lately! She barely had time to catch her breath.
"Packed up all my cares and woe, here I go singing low," she started
singing out loud. "Bye, bye blackbird", She began to laugh.
Suddenly she heard the rumblings of a large truck coming down the ally.
Quickly she gathered up the rubbish from the kitchen and from behind
the counter.
"Bash, honey, watch the front, please," she called. "I hear the garbage
truck coming and I want to get the rest of this stuff out before it comes."
"Sure thing, Babe. Oh, say hi for me, ok?"
"Will do!"
Julie exited through the back to where the dumpster sat that serviced
Bash's Bakery. She threw the two garbage bags over the side and heard
them crash into the debris already there.
"Ow!" said a voice that seemed to come from inside the dumpster. "That
hurt."
"Sorry, Raven er Tryxi," Julie said with a smile. "Bash says hi."
"When you said you were turning me into Tryxi Trash, you never said
Tryxi the Trash-dumpster and why doesn't Bashy get to bring the trash
out? I never get to see him anymore," the dumpster complained.
"Now Tryxi, don't worry about Bash. You know I take very good care of
him. Besides it's trash pick up day."
"Oh goody! Are you going to stand and watch again?" Tryxi asked.
"Since it turns you on so for me to watch, I will. It's the least I can do,
considering," Julie replied. "The truck is just next door."
"And they can't hear me, can they?" Tryxi asked.
"No, only Bash and I can hear you since we were the ones who cast the
spell."
"You'll never convince me that Bashy had anything to do with this!"
"We both decided that becoming Tryxi Trash was what Raven wanted
and to grant his wish was a reward and not a punishment. But Tryxi
Trash-Dumpster was more appropriate. Anyway, having Tryxi hanging
out is an alley fits her persona, don't you think? Here's the truck now."
The massive truck pulled along side the small dumpster. With a groan of
gears, the long forks reached out towards the openings in the bottom of
the container.
"Yes, yes, come on baby, I'm ready for you big guy, stick it in me hard!"
moaned the trash bin.
As the forks entered the slits made for them, a metal on metal screech
pierced the air.
"Oh, yesssss!!!" Tryxi cried out at the same time. "Pull me close and lift
me high!"
As the forks began to lift upwards, the dumpster bumped back and forth
against the tines.
The dumpster rose higher and higher, slowly until suddenly it tipped
over and all the trash poured out.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh"
Then, gently, the truck lowered Tryxi back to ground. Slowly, almost
reluctantly, the forks slid out. Then the truck drove off.
"See you next week, big guy!" Tryxi called out.
The taillights of the truck blinked back in response.
Julie turned and went back inside the bakery. Crossing over to Bashful,
she caressed his arm.
"How did it go?" he asked.
"She wants the trash picked up more than once a week."
"Sorry, once a week is all the city will do for a shop of our size."
"Any chance we can close early?" Julie asked, "or do we have more
special customers due today?"
"No, we can close now. All our 'special' customers have been taken care
of." he replied as he turned the closed sign outward.
"Bash, they are our friends, was it nice treating them that way?" Julie
asked.
"It's just for fun, inside of a week, all the Pastry Girls will be girls again.
Eric and Steve will be back to normal, well what passes for normal for
them anyway. I made sure the ingredients were mixed for temporary
changes only. Cary will be Carrie and Troi will be Troy in time for their
wedding. They'll get a matched set of indictments for Immigration Fraud
of course but they'll be back to normal. Everyone will be back to normal
and it will all seem like a bad dream. Except Bill, I understand he
enjoyed the second half of the Bachelor party." Bashful told her.
He leaned down and kissed Julie and then led her towards the door. "I
just love trash day!" he said as he turned off the lights.
As they drove home Julie hummed her little tune and smiled a secret
smile; SHE had mixed the ingredients for the 'special' donuts Raven ate.
Julie had her own idea of a happy ending.
Blackbird, bye, bye.
Nadine
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