Green Acres 1 The Gypsy Indian Curse of Green Acres
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"Green Acres"
Disgusted and tired after a long day of work Dale wiped the sweat from his
brow then stripped off his well worn leather work gloves and tossed them
on a nearby hay bale. "I've had enough, I'm not doing this shit anymore!
Fuck this," he said angrily as the other four teenaged boys and farm owner
Mr. Foster looked on. Dale then started walking towards the nearby
dormitory bunkhouse.
"You know the rules boy, if you don't work then don't bother coming in to
supper tonight!" Mr. Foster said trying to coax the boy back to finish the
days chores.
"Fuck you too," Dale said under his breath as he continued walking away.
"What did you say to me boy!?" Mr. Foster returned waiting for an answer
that never came.
Dale walked off towards the main house then turned into the bunkhouse and
shut the door behind him. Mr. Foster took the gloves laying on the hay
bale and slapped them into his hand. "Go ahead boys, finish with this
stack of bales then close up the barn for the night. Get cleaned up then
come in for supper," he said to the others as he moved away towards the
main farmhouse. A tractor then pulled up, headlights beaming. The large
engine rumbled to a stop, the lights went out and the door emitted a dusty
squeak as the oldest boy Andy appeared from inside and adjusted his feed
and seed cap over his mop of hair as he hopped down to join the others.
Wayne, another of the older boys joined him and they talked as they went
to the main house for supper.
Dale opened the window nearest his bunk to let the evening breeze into the
bunkhouse. He then propped up his pillow and plopped down on the mattress
still appearing angry as the other five boys now having finished their
supper bustled into the building talking and carrying on as they began
getting ready for bed.
"Well, looks like we have a new 'tough guy' here at the OK corral huh?"
Andy, the oldest of the boys said as he looked on at Dale while Wayne
wandered to his bunk.
"Why don't you leave me alone," Dale insisted as the others looked on.
"Bet he's hungry, it's a long time till breakfast!" another of the boys
laughed as he hopped into his bunk with a comic book. The others got
ready to hit their bunks, some looked on at Dale but soon the place
quieted down. Andy readied himself for bed as well but paused near Dale
once again.
"You know you're making us all look bad. You ain't as big or as strong as
the rest of us but if you'd at least try you'd get by. And Mr. Foster,
he's a pretty good guy, why piss him off?" Andy continued.
Dale had heard this story before, still, he knew he didn't fit in. He was
one of six teenaged boys of various ages that were assigned to the farm
for the summer. Most of the boys had families but Dale, Andy and a couple
others were wards of the State and passed their years mostly in foster
homes. The farm was situated quite a ways out in the rolling country
side. It was a large working farm situated ten miles from the nearest
main highway and another ten miles from the nearest town. The boys who
worked here were paid a nominal fee but were here mostly as a punishment.
It was thought that the wide open spaces and the hard work and fresh air
would straighten them out and it usually did. Only with Dale it didn't
seem to be working.
He complained about the hard work and the heat and the bugs and the long
days and had mentioned it would be much easier to just stay behind and
cook the meals and wash dishes and mop floors at the main house than it
would be to do hard farm work. At least the main house was air
conditioned he'd often argue. A fact that wasn't lost on Andy.
"It's my third summer here, volunteered this year. It ain't much but
beats living in a foster home during the summer! I might even stay on
here after I get out of high school if Mr. Foster can use the help, or
maybe I'll put in for some other farm around here," he said as he
continued talking to Dale and the others. "But you'd better straighten
out buddy because things could go far worse for you here you know. I've
seen it," he added with a cautionary note as he looked at Dale.
"Yeah Dale, if you ain't careful you might end up as another 'Bobra'!"
Wayne laughed from across the room as he sat on his bunk then switched his
transistor radio off and set it aside. This was Wayne's second summer
here at the farm and aside from Andy the only other of the boys who had
been here more than once. The other four didn't have a clue.
"What do you mean, 'Bobra'?? What's a 'Bobra'?" Dale quipped.
"Robert Jenkins. He was one of the guys here last summer just like the
rest of us here now," Andy said as the story unfolded. "He was a puny kid
about like you. He had an attitude just like you too. He worked okay
most of the summer but started to put up a fuss about doing farm work
towards the end. Then one day Mr. Foster had enough. He sent Bob to work
at the house helping out Mrs. Foster. You see running that big new fancy
two story farm house takes a lot of work," Andy said as he pointed in the
direction of the main house with his thumb. "The county won't pay enough
for Mrs. Foster to hire another lady to come in and the girl's detention
complex? Well that's on the other side of the county. They won't do a
co-ed deal anyway," Andy went on. "So a few years back it seems that Mrs.
Foster found a way to get the help she needed and to take care of a few of
the tough cases that get sent here from time to time, give them an
attitude adjustment," Andy continued holding a smile as he heard Wayne in
the background. "Yeah, and I think she likes it too!" he said as the
other boys looked on quizzically.
"If you're trying to scare me don't bother," Dale said turning to a comic
book.
"Scare you? I'm not trying to scare you, I'm just telling you like it is,
that's all," Andy went on.
"Well if Mr. Foster doesn't scare me, then I'm sure Mrs. Foster won't
either!" Dale guffawed as he looked up momentarily then returned to his
comic book.
"You don't get it do you stupid," Andy said still looking at Dale. "It
ain't Mr. Foster you have to worry about, it's Mrs. Foster who really runs
the place. She cooks all the meals, washes all the clothes and does the
day to day stuff then does all the book work here as well. She's the one
who runs the place. It might already be too late for you though" Andy
went on. "The other day at lunch she heard you mention how easy it would
be to help out at the house, how easy it was instead of farm work and how
easy it would be working in the air conditioning. I'll bet she's already
had a talk with Mr. Foster about that. And if she did, you can bet you're
in trouble now!" Andy finished.
"And what kind of trouble would that be?" Dale said putting his comic
aside. "You might just get your wish and end up working at the house full
time. But I don't think you'll like it much," Andy said with a smile as
Wayne started to chuckle.
"That's right 'Bobra'!" Wayne snickered as Dale looked on at Andy not
understanding the conversation.
"That would be Bob, Robert Jenkins. Well after Mrs. Foster got a hold of
him none of us knew what happened to him. We started to think they
shipped him off back to town or something. We didn't see him for almost a
week but when we did it shocked the living heck out of all the guys!" Andy
said with a straight face, a trace of panic already in his wide eyes at
the thought of what Robert had gone through. As the other boys looked on
Wayne got out of bed and came over to Dale's bunk where Andy stood. He
took a seat on the side of the rack.
"We were sitting down to breakfast one morning, ready to eat and then get
to work when Mrs. Foster brought him out. I'd like you all to meet my new
helper here, Barbara, she said" Andy said as he paused with a shiver.
Everyone took notice as the room grew quiet as if Andy was telling a
terrifying campfire story.
"She had him all made up, all decked out, and she had him in a DRESS!"
Wayne said excitedly.
"Get the fuck out of here!" Dale said at Wayne's revelation.
"No, it's true!" Andy continued. "It was funny at first sitting at the
dinner table looking at Bob standing there in a dress and high heels and
with his hair all done up and everything, almost everybody laughed but we
didn't laugh for long. Mrs. Foster got stern then and got our attention
by making it clear we were to call Robert by his new name of Barbara and
to treat him like we would any other proper young lady for the rest of the
summer. Because if we didn't we'd find ourselves joining him in his
punishment!" Andy returned with a chill in his voice. "It got pretty
quiet after that!"
"His hair was dyed all blonde and was all curly and he had earrings on and
a pearl necklace too!" Wayne gasped. "She had him in one of those old
style house dresses and those high, black shiny leather shoes and even
made him shave his legs! You could see she'd even made him wear nylons
too cause they were the old kind, all glossy and shiny with the seams that
run up the back! And when he walked by to start helping in the kitchen you
could hear his dress swishing and his heels clicking and smell the perfume
he was wearing! Mrs. Foster must have taught him because when he walked
by he held his wrists limp and wiggled just like a LADY!!" Wayne said as
he cringed in terror.
"I don't know what Mrs. Foster did but Bob acted like a young lady
alright. You could tell he was embarrassed and wanted to complain but he
didn't dare. Scary part was that after a few days we started to forget
Bob was ever even a boy. Mrs. Foster really seemed to like that. Then
she kept 'Barbara' in those dresses and high heels for the rest of the
summer. He must have straightened out because he didn't have to come back
this year," Andy said.
Dale gulped a bit through a dry throat as Wayne and Andy looked on. The
three other boys started giggling as one of the others started a parody of
a runway model. "You think this is funny!? Shut up!" Andy said turning
to the boys. They soon quieted down as the story continued.
"But why would she do that? How could she keep a guy in a dress?" Dale
said wondering and now worrying what his complaining might have gotten
himself into.
Andy continued, "One night last summer before bed time I went to the house
to grab some sodas for my cooler. I was filling my canteen and getting
some ice from the freezer in the back when I heard Mrs. Foster in the
kitchen with 'Barbara.' I heard the pots and pans rattling then heard Bob
start to complain about something as he cleaned them and put them away.
Then I heard her tell him that if he didn't mind she'd be taking him into
town and make him go grocery shopping with her all dolled up in that
dress! And maybe even make him go to a dress shop to try on dresses or
even go to a beauty salon! I heard Mrs. Foster giggle a bit as she looked
on at Bob all dolled up doing the dishes. Then it got quiet as I she left
for the living room while Bob stayed behind and finished cleaning up the
kitchen. I got out of there quick then headed back to the bunkhouse."
Dale looked on still with a bit of disbelief in his eyes. "Don't believe
me? Come here," Andy said as he took Dale out into the night as the
others looked on. Andy took Dale out under one of the large trees and hid
in the shadows of the dwindling twilight. He pointed to the corner
upstairs room.
"See that? That room on the end upstairs, the one with the lacy curtains?
That was Bob's room," he said as they looked on. "I used to sneak out at
night sometimes and see that light on. Sometimes Mrs. Foster would be
putting curlers in his hair or making him try on dresses and makeup and
stuff. And the scary thing about it was that apart from getting extra
help around the house, Mrs. Foster really seemed to like what she was
doing to him, like she liked putting a guy in a dress and getting him all
dolled up nice and pretty. And the more feminine she could make him the
more she seemed to like it! She must have liked the power of it or
something, the control she had. Anyway, let's get back," Andy said in a
whisper as he motioned Dale than began moving back to the bunkhouse waving
Dale along until they were back inside.
As it grew late the evening settled down and everyone tired from the days
work soon hit their racks as Andy finished warning Dale. "You'd better
hope that Mr. Foster didn't have a little talk with Mrs. Foster about you
tonight. Because Bob only had to put up with his punishment for three
weeks. You've been complaining since you got here and you had better
change your ways tomorrow morning and hope this blows over. Just do your
job and put up with the farm work because if you don't you're in for no
end of trouble because summer's just started and it's over three months
before school starts in the fall!"
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