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"Green Acres II" After his warning to Dale, Andy began shutting off the lights in the bunkhouse. He could hear the other boys settling in for the night as the bed frames and the springs in the bunks creaked until finally the room fell silent. Dale studied the pale blue moonlight as it filtered in through the windows, the fluttering leaves of the trees outside casting eerie shadows as they danced across the wooden floor and the far wall of the room. He wasn't sure if he believed Andy's story but Wayne had agreed with him, and they'd both been here the summer before. A woman dressing up a boy as a girl. What would be the point in that? The mere thought was no only surreal it was strangely wrong somehow. But then the snippets and images conjured up from Andy's story about poor Robert began to invade his thoughts. They were out in the country, way out, miles from the nearest neighboring farm and miles further still from the nearest town. It was rare to even see a car drive by the place. And every one of the guys here was here for disciplinary reasons for punishment. Additionally, some like himself had no real families to go back to, just a foster arrangement or the county orphanage. And, Dale had complained about the hard work. Maybe he should have fallen in line, learned to deal with the farm work and get used to it. He had been told it would do him good, build character and the other boys had taken to their new tasks but not Dale. He knew that Mrs. Foster was short of help doing all the cooking and cleaning and if she decided further punishment was needed to straighten out an errant teenaged boy this would be the perfect place! There would be no one to interfere and no one to stop her once she set her sights on another errant boy. He made up his mind then and there to listen to take the sage advice given him and to make a fresh start in the morning. He'd put up with the farm work and start fitting in because he wanted no dealings with Mrs. Foster. He just hoped his idea of helping around the place would blow over and with his new attitude he might just get by and finish the summer without incident. Nevertheless, Dale drifted into an uneasy sleep. The rising sun was streaming in through the windows of the large kitchen as Mr. Foster took his seat at the head of the large kitchen table and snapped his crisp newspaper open to the front page. The boys took their seats and began a large breakfast of hot cakes, bacon, ham, link sausages, hash browns, toast, juice and milk. Hungry from not having any supper the night before Dale took a bit of everything loading his plate. Grace, Mrs. Foster always meticulously dressed entered the kitchen clicking on her stiletto heels, smoothing her dress and adjusting her apron's bow at her back as she began moving around the kitchen. Dale noticed her glance at him once, then again as she moved about. It was like she was sizing him up. To put the chilling thought out of his mind he kept his eyes on the table centered his concentration on his breakfast and remained quiet as Mr. Foster laid out the work plan for the day. Soon the meal was nearly over. Mrs. Foster looked at Dale once again and smiled as she moved around the table with a pot of coffee to Mr. Foster's coffee cup giving him a final half a cup as she leaned in and spoke quietly. As the boys finished breakfast they thanked Mrs. Foster as they did after every meal then began to leave. The squeak of the wooden chairs sliding across the floor and the bustling energy of the crowd filled the room as they strode towards the back door. Mr. Foster stopped Andy in the large back entryway on the way out. "It looks like Dale's going to be helping Mrs. Foster out around here. Before you head out to finish that field why don't you pack up his things and roll his bunk up on his bed, he'll be staying at the house now," Mr. Foster finished. Dale got up from the kitchen table and put on his dusty cap preparing to leave with the others but was stopped by Mrs. Foster. "You wanted to stay around the house didn't you? Work inside, out of the hot sun and the dust and in air conditioned comfort didn't you Dale?" she said. "Well you'll be happy to learn that I've decided that you can help around here for the rest of the summer! Isn't that nice? It's a lot of work to keep this place going. It's not as difficult as farm work of course but I can always use the help you know, and together I am sure we'll get along just fine!" she said as she smiled, softly rubbing Dale's back as she looked the young teenaged boy over with a curious but excited smile! The others were still filing out the back of the house, the screen door swinging open then slamming shut from time to time as they moved to start the day's work. Mr. Foster entered his truck and drove off to pick up the mail while Andy walked past his tractor heading for the bunkhouse. Wayne looked around then trotted up beside him as Andy shook his head. "Mr. Foster told me to pack up Dale's stuff. I told him didn't I?" Andy said as he entered the bunkhouse. "Did you see that look Mrs. Foster gave him?" He shivered. "Like a black widow sizing up a meal or like a cat with a ball of yarn!" "You don't think she'd do it again do you? Maybe she'll just give him a scare instead," Wayne said. "No, he's in for it now alright. I could see the wheels turning. She's going to give Dale a good going over to make him straighten out then for a bonus she's going to get a live in helper to do most of the housework," Andy said as he began stuffing the jeans and T-shirts into Dale's duffel bag. Andy could feel the tension in the air as Wayne looked on as if to ask a question but Andy stopped him short. "Not a chance," Andy returned. "We're miles from nowhere and you know how strict Mrs. Foster is. She's got a thing for boys or something, especially boys like Dale. He's even smaller built than Bob, and he's got that ponytail too. Shit, he's really in for it now. We just better not say anything otherwise it might go worse for him, or maybe us too!" Andy finished as he rolled the mattress up on Dale's now vacant bunk then set the duffel bag on the spring frame. With that he left the bunkhouse and moved to the tractor he had parked in the yard the night before. "Get the others going around the barn and finish up before Mr. Foster gets back. I have to finish that field," Andy said as he climbed aboard the tractor and fired it up. "What do you think she'll do? Something like she did with Bob?" Wayne asked. "Probably, or worse. What's to stop her?" Andy returned. "You can bet she's going to have her fun alright. It took almost a week after she took Bob away before we saw him again as Barbara remember? I wouldn't count on seeing Dale anytime sooner," Andy continued. "Wonder why that is?" Wayne said. "Maybe it's how long it takes to teach a guy how to act like a girl and walk in high heels!" Andy returned as Wayne looked on. Andy put the tractor in gear and rolled off towards the fields. Wayne looked on then thinking about Dale's plight quickly trotted over to the barn to get the others busy working. He'd heard of another boy before Bob then realized that such problem boys were singled out one at a time. So he and the others were most likely safe from Mrs. Foster now. And doing a good job now with the farm work wouldn't hurt either. The other boys had all seen how Dale had been kept back at the house and were already at the barn quickly sweeping and stacking the remaining bales as Wayne arrived. They looked around then approached Wayne. "What happened to Dale?" one of them said. "Is it like what Andy said happened to that other guy?" another asked. "I guess we'll find out. Let's get back to work," Wayne finished as he and the others continued with the chores. "Come along dear," Mrs. Foster said with a feminine lilt in her voice as she motioned for Dale to accompany her. Dale moved slowly as she urged him along. They moved out of the kitchen, through the large living room, past the office near the large staircase and then upstairs. They turned left at the top of the stairs and started down the hall. Dale was a bit surprised as Mrs. Foster led him into the large upstairs bathroom. "What are we doing?" Dale questioned as Mrs. Foster began moving around the room gathering a towel and looking through the cabinets. "Your hair is quite out of style in that ponytail" she said as she looked him over. "Hummm, a little trim is in order." She then quickly moved Dale to the sink. After taking out the band from his pony tail she wet his hair until it was damp. "Take a seat," Mrs. Foster said as she sat Dale down and quickly began combing out his long hair. She then took a pair of scissors and quickly styled Dale's hair into a shorter but unmistakably feminine style! "You'll need a bath too," she said as Dale started to pull away. "Come along don't be modest. Get undressed and get into the tub!" she continued. "I won't have a dusty unkempt farm boy in dirty jeans and T-shirt working around the house with me. You need to get cleaned up and then we'll get you properly dressed," she said. Dale hesitated but complied and as he quietly undressed Mrs. Foster quickly swept up the clippings cleaning the floor. She then took a shower cap and a large bottle of Nair from the cabinet. "Into the tub dear!" Mrs. Foster said as she hustled Dale into the tub. He was embarrassed at being naked in front of Mrs. Foster but she worked quickly paying no mind to the fact he was naked standing in the tub. He was about to complain but things went so quickly. His hair was worked up under a tight shower cap and then Mrs. Foster turned on the shower to wash him down. She then opened the bottle of Nair and began applying the thick pink creamy goo to his moist skin. "Wha, what kind of so...soap is this? It stings!" Dale exclaimed as Mrs. Foster quickly slathered him down completely until aside from a triangle shaped wisp of pubic hair Dale was now covered in the pink goo from below the eyebrows! Mrs. Foster looked him up and down excited at how slender and small framed the young teenager was and how little body hair he had. She smiled to herself that within minutes what little hair little he had would soon be nothing more than a memory! "Stand still!" Mrs. Foster cautioned as she took the scissors and quickly trimmed Dale's wispy little muff of pubic hair into a trim little heart shape. She then took a tweezers and quickly began plucking his eyebrows. "Owww! Wh...what are you doing!?" the still embarrassed Dale yelped as she began plucking. "W...why are you doing that!?" he questioned. "You need to be well groomed as well as nice and clean don't you think?" Mrs. Foster said as she had Dale continue to stand still in the tub, the strong chemical scent filling the room as the pink gel began to tingle as it began working. He began to fidget but Mrs. Foster took his shoulders forcing him straight then continued working the tweezers until Dale's eyebrows were plucked into a high and feminine arch! Unknown to Dale, Mrs. Foster had had her eye on Dale since he arrived and after learning from Mr. Foster that he was hard to work with she decided to make him her next housekeeping helpmate. After Dale mentioned how much easier it would be to work inside than outside that was the clincher! After checking the Nair she began showering Dale off and wiping him clean with a washcloth. As she watched Dale's sparse fine body hair swirl down the drain she felt the excitement build. The thought of petticoating, or petticoat discipline had been an interesting idea to Mrs. Foster. She'd read about it somewhere years ago where it had been applied to unruly boys and for the most part had usually been a complete success. The thought, the very concept excited her from the start. She took the chance to try it on that unruly boy a few years back. Nothing extreme, just a little makeup, a pink ribbon in the hair and a frilly apron to work around the kitchen while the others looked on not wanting to suffer a similar fate. She even allowed the first boy to keep his jeans, boots and T-shirt for clothing while he worked although at the time she dared not do anything further. But, the discipline seemed to work extremely well! Once she got Robert she decided to go a bit farther. She did the makeup but this time put him in a dress and high heels for good measure. This worked well at not only putting Robert back in line but kept the others in line as well! It seemed that nobody ever said anything as to Mrs. Foster's unique style of discipline for unruly boys. After all what boy would admit to the shame of being dressed as a girl? And the other boys? They kept quiet because they didn't want the same treatment and once away from the farm nearly all of them were cured of their delinquent, ways and never had to return. The authorities were more than satisfied at the results of the fresh air and the hard honest work on the farm and never bothered to question the fosters' methods. And that was just fine with Mrs. Foster! As she put Dale now pink skinned and quite hairless into the hot perfumed bubble bath, She felt the excitement and satisfaction and couldn't wait to implement the additional plans she had made. No, she thought as she looked on smiling sweetly at Dale as he floated in a sea of perfumed bubbles, there would be no half measures, not this time! As Dale soaked she gathered his shoes and all of his clothes then took them downstairs. Dale could still smell the floral scent of the bubble bath as Mrs. Foster toweled him off with a large fluffy pink bath towel. "There! All nice and clean now!" she exclaimed to a relieved Dale who was hoping the process was now over. But then Mrs. Foster added a dousing of a floral scented body splash! "Th...this smells like girls stuff!" he exclaimed pulling away. "Stop complaining, at least you're all nice and squeaky clean now aren't you?" Mrs. Foster said as she led him out of the bath then further down the hall. They stopped at a large white bedroom door. Dale watched as she clicked the deadbolt lock open thinking it strange that a bedroom door should lock from the outside. The lock, the strange bath, the haircut and all the rest didn't register with Dale as Mrs. Foster reached for the door handle. But two seconds later everything became quiet clear as the door swung wide and Dale smelled the feminine scent of the perfume floating in the air, the pastel colors, the dainty white furniture and trimmings. And then, almost immediately he felt faint as he saw those white, lace trimmed curtains lining the windows of that upstairs corner room that he'd seen and been warned about! He immediately recoiled at the sight, he gasped, he pulled away and tried leaving the room but Mrs. Foster caught him by the arm and easily pulled him back inside closing the door and locking it from the inside with a key she kept on her necklace! "I...I want to g...go back to, to the b...bunkhouse with the other guys!" Dale gasped. I...I'll w...work hard, I...I'll be g...good from now on!" he said with assurance grasping for the slightest straw, the slightest thread that would show that Mrs. Foster was only really trying to put a scare into him. But she only smiled with satisfaction as she looked him over as he trembled, clutching the large pink bath towel around his waist looking at her in disbelief, a wide eyed a deer in the headlights, his thinned brows now plucked into that high arch. She'd come too far, made too many plans and now with the addition of the perfect subject there would be no turning back. Dale it seemed, would be in for the full treatment now with Mrs. Foster taking him to a level of feminine punishment she herself had never dared try. She wondered how far she could go, how much could she get away with? How far could she take the process she thought as she giggled slightly looking on. Dale gasped open mouthed and ran to the sturdy bedroom door and tried to open it. She was nearly trembling with delight as she moved to the large white dresser and opened the top drawer to reveal piles of frothy, frilly lingerie! She swished out a pair of ladies white nylon panties! "It will be so much easier for you if you cooperate dear," she said holding up the floral patterned lace trimmed nylon panties. "Come here, come over here," she said holding up the panties, swishing them in the air as Dale, his mind reeling now, his ears ringing as he grimaced and cringed in panic as he worked trying to force the handle of the locked door. She pulled Dale over in front of the dresser. After stripping his towel away she tossed it on a nearby chair. She then held the panties out for Dale to step into. He lifted one of his smooth skinned legs but hesitated. "But Mrs. Foster these are g...GIRLS clothes!" he said with a trembling voice. But Mrs. Foster only continued as she began to condition the young boy's mind. "Yes they are aren't they!? They're ladies panties. And so pretty too, don't you think?" she asked waiting for an answer as she coaxed Dale into them. She giggled as she felt him swoon at the strange sensation of the cool smooth nylon fabric as she pulled the panties up his smooth hairless legs for the first time. "Mmmmm, don't they just feel delicious darling?" she cooed with excitement. "If you're going to help me around the house you simply have to be properly dressed don't you dear?" she asked. "B...but I...I c...can't wear g...girls clothes!" he gasped. "Well don't you agree that if you are helping around the house by dusting and cooking and cleaning that that's women's work? Isn't that what the lady of the house does?" she reasoned. "I...I guess b..but..." Dale tried to argue as she gently pulled and tugged the lace trimmed silky panties up high on his waist and smoothed them into place. "If you're going to be doing women's work isn't it much more proper and fitting, and doesn't it stand to reason that you should wear women's clothes?" she said as she led Dale to the little white padded chair at the vanity and had him sit. "Now let's get you all nice and pretty!" she said as she started picking through the large assortment of makeup and other female accouterments. "I'll do your makeup for you and help dress you to get you started but make sure to pay attention. Then in no time you'll be able to get dressed and made up by yourself every morning. You can select your own makeup and I'll show you how to pick out the right dress for the day and shoes that match and the right jewelry and accessories but don't worry dear, you'll catch on in no time. We'll have to work on mannerisms and how you move and act and speak as well but don't you worry your pretty little head you'll catch on! You'll be a proper little lady in almost no time at all!" she said as she selected a fragrant floral scented powder puff and began dusting Dale down as she looked him over once again. As Dale smelled the perfume in the overtly feminine bedroom and looked at the array of makeup and things at the vanity he didn't notice as she then took a piercing gun from one of the drawers. Then before he could complain she clamped the gun onto one earlobe and gave a sharp click. Then quickly turning his head she affixed the piercing gun to the other earlobe. A loud second "click" followed as Dale yelped. "Owww! Th...that hurt! Wh...what are you doing!?" he questioned as she put the gun back in the drawer. "I just pierced your ears silly," she giggled as she looked him over with satisfaction then continued looking over the items on the vanity. She then took a set of toe-spreaders and put them on Dale's feet spreading his toes wide as he sat there in shocked disbelief. Mrs. Foster quickly sculpted his toenails then after wiping them clean and dry she put his left foot in her lap and began applying a bright gloss red polish to all his toes! "What are you doing Mrs. Foster!?" Dale groaned as he squirmed in the chair and tried pulling his foot away but she held him tight. His mind still reeling at all the attention he was getting, the strange smell of all the perfumes and powders, the sensation of the Nair and of having his eyebrows plucked and his ears pierced and being forced into ladies panties and now this! "I'm doing your nails dear. Won't take a minute," Mrs. Foster said as she quickly worked. "Don't you squirm now, you just sit and relax," she said as she finished then gathered his right foot in her lap and quickly applied the gleaming red polish to his remaining toes. Once Mrs. Foster had expertly applied the polish and his toes were drying she quickly manicured and shaped his fingernails as well. But instead of painting them to match his toes she took a set of long salon nails from the vanity drawer then quickly glued them securely in place on Dale's fingers! She then took his hand and began applying the gloss red polish to the nail extensions that went a half inch past his finger tips. The red polish matched his toes highlighted each nail, made them stand out like gleaming red talons making his fingers appear longer and obviously much more feminine. He looked into the mirror and gasped at his changing appearance then noticed the little pearl studs now firmly affixed in his newly pierced ears and he noticed how she'd plucked his eyebrows into a high arch as well! He looked at his fingernails on the finished hand as she took the other and quickly continued and could somehow feel his boyhood, his maleness fading, slipping away! It was an unnerving sensation. He felt the butterflies in his stomach. "I...I want to go back Mrs. Foster, plea...please," Dale gasped as Mrs. Foster held his left hand expertly applying the gloss red polish in broad heavy strokes until every crimson wet look nail gleamed in the light! "Go back?" he questioned blowing across the nails to quickly dry the polish. "You're even being here on the farm is for disciplinary reasons. You fussed with your school work, and once here you refuse to do your work helping out with chores and working with the others," she finished. "I...I know Mrs. Foster but I...I'll b..be good now, I understand. I want to go back and work with the other guys again," he finished. "Well I am afraid that won't do dear, certainly not now," she continued. "You're quite unruly, you swore and talked back to Mr. Foster didn't you? He told me. You won't do your work and you complain all the time. And, you don't get along or fit in with the others either now do you?" she questioned as Dale tried to find an answer to explain his previous actions. But it was too late now. "Since you don't fit in with the others you'll be staying here at the house with me and Mr. Foster for the rest of the summer," she said as Dale squirmed uneasily on the little vanity chair. "I don't know what you're complaining about Dale. You're getting your own bedroom here and you get to work inside now just like you wanted and you don't have to put up with all the dust and the heat anymore. That's what you wanted isn't it??" she continued as she took out a bag of hair rollers and a brush. She then parted Dale's light brown shoulder length hair in the middle and began combing him out. She then took a large pink curler and began rolling it into his hair. Once it was tight to his scalp she bobby-pinned it in place and continued with another roller. "I don't think the name Dale will suit you anymore, not for the rest of the summer at least and certainly not once you're in a pretty dress," she said with excitement. "How about Donna, maybe Dorene? Hummm," she thought as she added the second curler and took out another. "Dorothy? That is a bit obvious for a farm girl," she giggled as she continued in thought. "I have it, Deborah! That's such a nice name! Deborah it is!" she said with a smile and a giggle still working Dale over momentarily forgetting he was really a boy. But it soon became to much. "I...I have to d...do this for the whole summer? I...I ca...can't! N...not the whole summer!" Dale gasped wide eyed. "Well since you don't seem to want to be around the others you have to spend the time somewhere till school starts in the fall don't you dear?" she returned. "B...but I'm not wearing girl's clothes, not all summer!" he said in defiance as he pulled away from yet another curler Mrs. Foster was holding. But she continued, "You won't work outside and you won't work with the others isn't that right 'Debbie'? You're going to learn manners to follow the rules and to get along with others this summer one way or another. Think of this as a learning experience," she said. "Make a game out of it, see how well you can play the part of a proper little lady. Or, consider it nothing more than a punishment, it's up to you dear. But either way you're going to mind," she said with authority as she rolled another curler tightly to his scalp causing him to wince this time. "You'll stay in the house and while the others are hear for meals you'll stay upstairs for a few more days until I can work with you and make you presentable and convincing. We can't very well have them seeing a boy in a dress clopping and tromping through the house now can we? You'll have to learn how to walk and how to move and how to sit in a dress, and like I told you you'll have to learn to do your own hair and makeup but in time that will come and before you know it it'll be second nature won't it Deborah? If you mind me and do as you are told everything will be just fine and there are rewards for good behavior as well! But if you fight me or put up a fuss or disobey there will be punishments. And I am sure you would rather be a good 'girl' for me rather than risk further punishment, isn't that right Deborah?" she said as she combed another length of hair and began adding another roller. Dale felt his head spin, he felt sickened at what Mrs. Foster was doing to him and how she seemed to take delight in what she was doing. He was looking less and less like a boy with each passing minute and felt he had to somehow get away. He then made his move. He surprised Mrs. Foster as he pulled away, stood up then began yanking and pulling the curlers out of his hair letting them fall to the floor as he struggled. She moved towards him but he pushed her away and ran for one of the windows. He worked past the frilly lace trimmed curtains then pulled and yanked at the window frames but found them securely nailed shut. He then ran to the door and began yanking and wrenching at the door handle and pounding on the door trying to get out. Mrs. Foster composed herself then went to the dresser and gathered several items. "Deborah!? Are you going to mind me or are you going to continue to resist? Do I have to punish you? It won't be pleasant if I do!" she said cautioning Dale for the last time. "FUCK YOU! I won't d...do this! I won't act like a girl and I won't dress like a girl and you can't make me, you can't make me dress like a girl!" he said as she grew stern and approached the locked bedroom door then forced a smile. "You don't understand dear, but you will," she said as she yanked Dale by the arm, spun him around then shoved him onto the bed on his back. She quickly straddled him and began by tying a nylon stocking around one wrist wrapping it several times. She then quickly tyed the other as they fought on the bed with her atop and Dale gasping, kicking, trying to get away. Still straddling him she pulled him to the center of the large, canopied twin sized bed easily sliding him across the glossy pink satin comforter. She then quickly wound the loose end of one stocking around the end of the headboard and tied it tight then quickly tied his other wrist forcing his arms wide. He was twisting and grunting as she spun around and began tying his ankles in the same fashion until he was on his back spread eagled on the bed. "You might not believe it but you are going to learn to behave young lady!" Mrs. Foster said mildly out of breath from the struggle as she smoothed her hair then cinched the nylons tied to the headboard until Dale's arms were stretched tight and he could only grimace and squirm. She then took a folded, lace trimmed object and fluffed it out to reveal a short, lace trimmed white nylon half slip. She then wadded it up and approached Dale on the bed and began working it into his mouth. He struggled turning his head from side to side grimacing but with a sharp pull to the hair at the top of his head he yelped, gasping open mouthed at the pain then glared wide eyed as Mrs. Foster quickly worked the half slip into his mouth. She quickly pushed and prodded the fabric deeper and deeper into his mouth as Dale gasped and squirmed on the bed until his cheeks bulged and his stuffed mouth became silent as it brimmed with the frothy nylon lingerie. She then took another of the nylon stockings and quickly worked it over his head, working and pulling the tight, sheer glossy beige fabric until it completely covered his head! She pulled the wide welt tightly down until it nearly reached his collar bone. She then took another nylon stocking and repeated the process. The second stocking was tight as well but slid and zipped easily into place as it moved nearly frictionless over the first stocking already stretched taught over Dale's now terrified face! "That's to keep you nice and quiet dear, so you won't spit out that gag," she said as she stood back to admire her work as Dale grunted and twitched on the bed. "You might as well cooperate darling, because there's simply no escape for you now," she said. "You aren't the first boy I've worked with. And over time I've learned some interesting techniques to condition and to control unruly boys like you, to soften their edges to make them compliant to my training. Did the others mention 'Bobra?" Hummm," she giggled. "I am sure they did, I've heard them talking you know. She was my second. A quite fulfilling experience for me but with you, you're smaller, more delicate than the others and when I'm done with you you'll be much prettier than dear Robert could ever be." "They always put up a struggle at first but eventually they come along. You must wonder how I'm able to get a boy into a dress isn't that right Deborah? And then to get him to act just like a proper little lady? It would have been much easier if you hadn't struggled. I did mention punishment. This is of course in addition to your being here at the farm and in addition to you're being relegated to the house for the rest of the summer. Unfortunately it's not at all pleasant. As a matter of fact it can at times become quite strict and severe if you won't cooperate." she said as she took her seat on the side of the bed and slipped out of her black patent leather stiletto heeled shoes. "Now Deborah dear, let's stop all this nonsense now and let me get back to making you all nice and pretty. I'll untie you then after finishing your hair we'll get you all made up and get you into some pretty lingerie and a nice pretty dress. There's so much to do you know. You have to learn how to walk in high heels and how to move and act when you're wearing a dress," Mrs. Foster went on urging Dale to comply. "So should we get dressed now sweetie?" she asked again. Dale grunted, "Mmmfff!" And shook his head a defiant "NO" as he laid face up, his nylon covered head swishing and slipping against the large satin pillow-cased pillows under his head. And still stretched spread eagled tight on the pink satin comforter that covered the bed. "I was afraid of that. I guess we'll just have to convince you that it's easier for you to let me dress you than it is to put up a fuss. I'm sorry darling but I did warn you didn't I?" Mrs. Foster said as she rose then climbed onto the bed straddling Dales still squirming form. She lifted her skirt then holding the top of the headboard worked her legs over then through and then under Dale's outstretched arms until she gathered her skirt and slips her girdled muff now only inches above Dale's terrified face! He could hear the zipping of her nylons as she wiggled into place and the swish of her silken lingerie. He could smell her perfume and then hear her voice begin to grow breathy as her excitement grew! She spread her legs a bit more lowering her tight girdled muff then began rubbing, humping lightly, teasing, brushing against his nose and then his chin as she began working herself! "Oh, Deborah darling, we're going to have such lovely fun this summer, you'll see!" Mrs. Foster said with a soft gasping whisper as she rubbed and slid her sleek, smooth and girdled mound back and forth over Dale's nyloned face and head feeling the sensation, teasing both him and herself. She smiled at the sensation then closed her eyes and tilted her head back then winced a pained sexual smile as she gripped the headboard wiggled slightly then gently continued humping, rubbing back and forth on Dale's face. She then regained her senses to continue. "Please sweetie, let's stop all this foolishness now. You'll learn to enjoy the pretty dresses, you'll see!" she said as she gathered her dress and slips up to look down waiting for an answer from Dale. "Mmmppphhh, mmff!" he gasped as he shook his knob of a head "NO" in defiance yet again. "I'm so sorry you feel that way dear, I guess you'll just need more convincing," she said as she released her skirt and slips letting them fall over Dale's face and head with a swish as she held the headboard and began humping his face yet again. She began working now, rubbing as she rocked and humped Dale's face. She listened for his breathing as she rocked against him and then as he took a large gasping breath she arched her hips forward then quickly settled her weight onto Dale's face! "You'll understand, you'll see this is for the best dear," she said as she settled more of her weight onto Dale's struggling face. The room light faded, he smelled the perfume and heard the swishing zip of lingerie as he was plunged into darkness! He felt her nylon gartered, panty girdled thighs whistle past his nyloned cheeks as her mound pressed tightly against his face. He struggled and "mmmfffed" trying to scream through the nylon half slip that filled his mouth and the tight nylon hose that stretched tightly over his knob of a head but she only wiggled then pressed her full weight down! The nylon of her stockings and slips swished and zipped slightly as she clutched his head tightly holding her weight, her girdled muff tightly to Dale's gagged face as she waited. The room fell silent for a moment as Mrs. Foster held the headboard of the four poster bed waiting as she straddled Dale's gagged and nyloned head forcing him tight against the pink satin pillow and the mattress. She waited a moment longer, another moment for the panic to set in while Dale laid there in breathless anticipation of a release that wasn't coming! She soon began to experience the desired result as he began to struggle. His outstretched arms began to twitch and his smooth hairless legs began to thrash against the tight nylon stocking bonds and his nylon pantied bottom began to wiggle and bounce against the pink satin bed spread causing the material to whistle as he struggled. The nylons zipped tight around his wrists and ankles and the headboard creaked as he strained to get away but there was no hope. Mrs. Foster felt his struggles, the excitement as he wiggled and bobbed his face against her girdled slit! "That's it sissy, that's it! Mmmmmmm!" she giggled. "Fight me!" she said. The sensation was a dissying, almost heady experience and she had to make sure not to take her punishment too far! She then quickly released her weight then heard a gasping cough as she once again felt Dale's hot gasping breath under her skirts! She lifted her dress and slips to once again see Dale's terrified face and bulging eyes through the glossy nylon stocking fabric. He wasn't struggling now, content only to breathe in the cool room air for the moment he simply laid there gasping. She asked him again, asked him if he would allow her to finish his hair and makeup and to put him into the pretty lace trimmed lingerie and then zip him into a pretty dress. But Dale defied her by saying "NO" once again. "That is unfortunate dear, quite unfortunate" Mrs. Foster said as she pulled her skirts and slips back over Dale's head and administered another round of punishment. Dale kept to his convictions and continued refusing Mrs. Foster's wishes. But he was weakening. By the third time his nyloned knob of a head was beginning to sweat from the strain and he was whimpering as he sobbed into his half slip gag. But still he wouldn't comply! "Why put yourself through this darling!?" Mrs. Foster urged as Dale's gasps began to calm down once again. "Wearing a pretty dress would be much easier than this wouldn't it?" she continued. But again through the whimpers and sobs Dale shook his head in defiance once again as he weakly blubbered into the gag. "Well I guess we'll see who wins out because darling, I can do this all day," she said as she lowered her skirt and slips over Dale's bobbing head once again. She wondered why he didn't give in much easier, he was much more defiant than the others had been she thought. But this one, once properly conditioned would be so much better, so much more worthwhile. The thought excited her, the power of it all, the absolute control. She centered herself over Dales face yet again then after waiting for him to take another whimpering gasp she quickly settled her now moistened girdled slit tightly against his upturned face creating another airtight seal. She gasped at the stimulation of Dale's struggles. The overpowering sensation caused her cheeks to flush and caused her to gasp yet again as she wiggled tightly down and then began to rock until she had him where she wanted him then settled herself once again. "Oommfff" was all she heard as she settled her full weight down and then once again the room went quiet. She released the headboard now and gathered her skirts and slips and pulled them under Dale's nyloned knob of a head. She tightened and pulled the fabric cinching it tighter and tighter until the outline of his head could be plainly seen under her skirt as she humped his face. She felt the sensation build in her loins, she felt the excitement then felt the wave of warmth wash over her nearly stunning her to weakness as her vagina began to twitch and spasm in orgasm! As he began to struggle helplessly, she held on tight for the ride as he began to kick and thrash once again the only sound in the quiet feminized girls bedroom now was the the sound of the mattress and the headboard creaking and the satin comforter swishing as he twitched and writhed on the pink satin comforter. She held on longer this time. Making sure Dale was left with no doubt as to who was in control. "You're going to mind me little bitch! You are going to mind me," she said with gasping authority as her cleft continued to twitch with an excitement she had never experienced before. The sensation, the power to her was now overwhelming! You're going to let me dress you and you're going to start acting like a proper little lady and you're not going to fight me any more or I assure you there are other punishments I have in mind!" she said as she held her skirts tight riding his face as he bucked, struggled, kicked and fought tied spread eagled to the bed as the satin comforter swished and zipped wildly now. She waited longer still until finally his thrashing legs began to quiet and his clenching fists with their long flailing glossy red talons began to weaken until finally Dale went limp! She quickly released him then climbed off exhausted herself but supremely satisfied. A moment later Dale gasped as he gulped in the fresh cool room air once again his nyloned knob of a head twitching and his red nailed fingers flicking weakly as he looked around the room regaining his senses. Mrs. Foster sat at the side of the bed putting her high stiletto heels back on. "You do understand now don't you dear? Why yes you do!" She cooed as she looked at Dale's still terrified face through the taut stretched nylon stocking hood waiting for an answer. Dale indeed finally understood. He blinked his eyes and nodded a "mmfffed" "YES" then fell back defeated no longer fighting or struggling. Mrs. Foster smiled as she touched his still bulging nyloned cheeks making sure he was no worse for the wear but now fully compliant. She then got up and smoothed her skirt as she went to the vanity then took a seat and smoothed her hair then went over her makeup with a powder compact. She smiled again as she looked at him then felt the wave of total satisfaction wash over her. Dale was now "Deborah" and now it was time for phase two!