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As soon as Dale agreed to Mrs. Foster's demands she quickly untied him
from the bed then removed the nylon stockings from his head then removed
the gag. After a quick trip back to the shower to get freshened up and to
dampen his hair properly once again Dale was soon back in his feminine
bedroom sitting on the little vanity chair as Mrs. Foster went to work
once again.
She worked expertly and quickly and wanted to get as much done as she
could while Dale was still in his weakened condition while his mind turned
on the thought that he himself had just agreed to do what ever Mrs. Foster
asked of him. For the moment he sat quietly as Mrs. Foster quickly took
the styling gel and pink curlers out of the vanity drawer. She applied a
dab of the setting gel to his hair then started putting the curlers back
into Dale's hair, rolling one and then another, and another tightly to his
scalp where she held them tightly with bobby pins and clips.
She'd done his makeup before starting on his hair and was very satisfied
that he hadn't put up the slightest fuss. He didn't check his look in the
mirror but for now it didn't matter. She had completed his look. She'd
started with a liquid cream foundation to smooth his skin tone and make it
uniform in shade. She then went to work on his eyebrows with a dark
pencil then lined his eyes in dark eyeliner then added a pale blue shade
of eyeshadow to his eyelids then added a bright red lipstick and lip gloss
that matched his nails. After adding false eyelashes and blusher she
dusted him off with a compact to soften and smooth his look further.
Once done with the rollers Mrs. Foster put a pink net bonnet on Dale then
went to the dresser and began rummaging. As he waited at the vanity Dale
could feel the tight curlers tingling against his scalp, he could feel the
makeup on his face, feel the flutter of his false eyelashes and taste the
lipstick on his lips. He could also smell the fresh dose of that floral
scented perfume that floated around him once again. He could also feel
how tightly he was tucked into his panties. Mrs. Foster had selected a
tight, nylon spandex panty briefer and after working it up his legs she
had him bend forward. After working his little testes up inside of him
she pulled his little manhood tightly back between his legs. After
smoothing the glossy white panty briefer up high on his waist she marveled
at how smooth and feminine his front now appeared with only the slightest
little mound remaining. Mrs. Foster quickly gathered several items then
just as quickly returned to the vanity. She wanted to get as much done as
possible, keeping him off balance and his thoughts on all the strange new
experiences she was putting him through before he could fully regain his
senses!
She took a large flesh colored orb from a box and a jar of adhesive from a
paper bag and began applying the glue to the back of the form. Dale
wasn't sure what was happening as Mrs. Foster put the form down then
started applying the adhesive directly to his chest! After a few moments
she gathered the form and after carefully positioning it she placed it
onto Dale's right chest then worked it tight. She held it for several
minutes until the adhesive had time to bond fully. She then released her
cradling hold on the form. She then did the same with the other form and
applied it to the left side of Dale's chest. Soon both forms were fully
attached. Dale gasped to see he was now wearing a very realistic pair of
women's breast forms!
Mrs. Foster quickly took a solvent solution and cleaned up the margins of
both forms before putting all the things back into the plain paper bag.
"These forms are size 38"D" they may feel a little large on you at first.
But once I get you into a pretty new brassiere you'll notice they won't
jiggle as much and that the shoulder straps of the brassiere will hold
much of the forms weight and give you plenty of support. The adhesive
will keep them in place for two weeks so you can wear these 24 hours a
day, seven days a week without worry. Then after two weeks you will need
to use a solvent I will provide to remove and clean the forms. Then after
taking a nice bubble bath and getting your chest all nice and clean again
we'll get those breast forms properly reapplied." She gathered the new,
lace trimmed, white nylon brassiere and put his arms through the straps.
"Lean forward now dear, you'll need to get them properly positioned in the
cups" she said as Dale, still with a bit of a vacant stare complied.
He felt Mrs. Foster hook the brassiere in the back and hold it open in the
front for him. He watched the pendulous breast forms complete with large
pink areolae and prominent nipples jiggle as they were carefully fitted
into the cups causing the white nylon fabric to tighten around them and
gleam with a rounded feminine shape. He felt her pull the straps up over
his shoulders then felt the straps tighten as she adjusted the brassiere
causing the new breast forms to raise up. Once she finished adjusting the
straps the forms were now prominent and sitting properly in the cups of
the brassiere.
A tight panty girdle was next followed by a pair of fully fashioned seamed
sheer beige nylon hose. Mrs. Foster quickly gartered the nylons to the
girdle then pulled and worked until it was high and tight on Dale's waist.
She looked approvingly at his tight girdled mound and at his now full
breasted chest. After finishing with a waist cincher to shrink his waist
she added a full slip and then a shiny floral patterned knee length house
dress. "These are called court shoes," Mrs. Foster said as she approached
Dale who was sitting on the bed now. They are lace up like standard
oxfords but have a woman's heel. These are five inch heels. They offer
much more support than a standard pump or a sandal so we'll get you
started on these shall we Deborah dear?" She beamed as she helped him
into and then tightly laced him into his first pair of high heels!
Dale, even after his punishment and even after his agreeing to mind Mrs.
Foster found himself at odds with his situation and all the strange
sensations he was now experiencing. He thought of another three months of
this and began to feel the knot in his stomach once again as a renewed
panic began setting in.
He teetered and wobbled on the high black patent stiletto heels as Mrs.
Foster quickly zipped up his dress, did up the wide belt at the waist then
fussed to fix the scalloped collar and puff out the lace trimmed short
sleeves. She added long dangle earrings to his pierced ears then clasped
a pearl necklace around his neck. She could sense his hesitation as she
took his arm and led him into the middle of the bedroom on his first
tentative wobbly steps. But, she had gotten this far with him she
thought. And the best way to keep the momentum going was to keep him
occupied, keep him busy.
It took another ten minutes to get Dale walking on his own. "Walk on your
tip-toes dear, don't put the weight on your heels, chest out, hips
forward, feel that tight little girdled muff just like you were a pretty
little girl." Mrs. Foster continued. Finally after helping him down the
hall and down the stairs to the large main living room she continued the
days lessons.
Dale began walking the living room pacing the length of it as Mrs. Foster
took a seat and looked on. "These high shoes hurt my feet," he exclaimed
but was only answered with, "Don't worry dear, after wearing nothing but
high heels you'll get used to them in a week or so. It just takes
practice," she said as she continued watching, putting Dale through his
paces knowing that with such a high heel that he would indeed get used to
them over time but she never mentioned to tell him that with his feet
constantly in the high skyscraper heels it would reform the ligaments in
his feet, shortening some lengthening others until he would only feel
comfortable in the tallest of heels! She smiled as she continued
watching.
She taught him how to sit, how to cross his legs and how to smooth his
dress properly. How to take smooth deliberate movements, short steps, how
to gesture and how to gain a flow and fluidity to his movements that
further softened and feminized his male edges.
Within a half hour Dale's walk turned into a short stepped mincing wiggle
as Mrs. Foster continued. "That's right dear, chest out, hips forward,
short steps, wiggle those hips. Work with the shoes as your hips sway
dear, you'll soon find that it comes naturally," she said with a smile.
She had Dale practice sitting again and then had him cross and uncross his
legs fifty times to get the mannerisms and movement down. She could hear
his nylon encased legs whistle and zip when he'd cross his legs again and
again and then hear the swish of his slip and shiny rayon skirt as he'd
smooth it out from time to time while continuing to cross and uncross his
legs. She noticed the sound and noticed him getting better at crossing
his legs in a ladylike fashion then noticed with a smile as the feeling,
the tactile sensation of all the lingerie and clothing was beginning to
have an affect on him. "Feels good doesn't it, all that lacy lingerie,
the sheer nylon hose, the pretty dress?" Mrs. Foster beamed as Dale's
expression seemed to go blank momentarily as he floundered in a feminine
overdose forced to experience a sensation boys should never experience as
he sat there totally made up and dressed like a woman!
Another round of wiggling and mincing around the room came with further
instructions on how to curtsey, how to speak properly and in a softer more
feminine voice, how to gesture and additional items such as his new rules.
There would be no video games, nothing violent. The only television
allowed would be channels designed for women like romance movies or
fashion, shopping or cooking and sewing programs. The only reading
material for Dale would consist of ladies magazines. And the lessons and
instructions would continue on in full effect.
It wasn't long until Mrs. Foster was satisfied that Dale was ready for
more. She thought about waiting another day or two but since she had him
downstairs and since everybody was busy working and they were the only
ones in the house she decided to put some housework in order.
The sash of the frilly apron swished loudly as she centered the apron then
tied it tightly around Dale's waist and into a large and feminine bow at
the back. "We'll get the breakfast dishes cleaned up and then while I
make the lunch sandwiches and the boys come in for lunch you'll be
upstairs. You can read a ladies magazine if you like or practice with
your high heels or in doing your own makeup if you like or you can look
through your closet and try on a few dresses," Mrs. Foster said as she
watched with satisfaction as Dale wiggled and minced limp wristed to the
kitchen table, his high heels clicking. She watched as he gathered the
dishes up then began taking them to the sink. "You are such a dear
Dorothy! It's so nice to have help around here once again. It isn't
really so bad is it dear? Isn't this better than working in all that dust
and the heat outside?" Mrs. Foster said with a smile as she began making
the dozen or so sandwiches and getting chips and drinks ready for lunch.
"Yes Mrs. Foster," Dale replied quietly as he moved about the kitchen
cleaning.
Dale set about the task at hand and began rinsing the dishes and putting
them in the dishwasher. Mrs. Foster watched as he walked to the table with
a dishcloth to wipe it down. She watched with satisfaction as Dale went
through the motions. Of course he wasn't a proper little lady yet but he
soon would be! She studied the wiggle in his padded girdled hips and how
the hem of his skirt would sway, how his hairless nylon stockinged legs
looked as they shined in the filmy seamed hose and how the stockings would
whisper and zip when his thighs or calves brushed together and how his
heels clicked as he moved. She then watched him bend over the table to
wipe it clean and straighten the chairs and noticed how his ample bust now
jiggled under the dress and how his dangle earrings would swing with each
movement. In looking at the pink net bonnet still on his head holding the
two dozen pink rollers still tightly festooned to his head she wished she
had finished his hair. But she knew that there would be plenty of time
for that later.
She began putting the lunch sandwiches on the table along with chips and
drinks then noticed the boys coming in from the fields and from the barn.
She turned to the clock to see the noon hour approaching. "Dorothy, be a
dear and wait upstairs until the boys get their lunch, I'll be along with
yours in a little while. Dale looked out the window and watched as the
boys began heading in towards the house. He gasped then after returning
the wash cloth to the kitchen sink and washing his hands he quickly
clicked on his heels out of the room and back upstairs his skirt rustling
and nylons zipping with every step. Mrs. Foster could have made Dale stay
in the kitchen and help with lunch, but he wasn't quite up to speed just
yet, and not feminine enough. No she decided, when she presented Dorothy
it would be a total production. She wanted to leave no uncertainty with
Dale or the other boys as to who was really in control. It was designed
to work out all around. To get extra help around the house and to keep
Dale as well as the other boys in line!
Mrs. Foster brought Dale's lunch upstairs. He could hear the boys in the
kitchen as she entered the room with a sandwich, chips and a glass of
milk. "You're doing very well Dorothy. Isn't it so much easier to go
along?" Mrs. Foster said as she watched Dale begin his lunch. "Take
smaller bites dear, be more dainty," she said as she watched Dale,
obviously hungry taking large bites from the sandwich. Her further
instruction caused him to pause as he took the napkin from his skirted
lap, dabbed his mouth then returned to his sandwich taking much smaller
bites. Mrs. Foster looked on with a pleasant smile as Dale began drinking
his milk. He appeared thirsty and he had soon downed the whole glass.
She was pleased that he hadn't noticed any change in the flavor of the
milk and made little mention of how fast he downed the glass because she
was now taking Dale to the next level of her plan. Without telling him
she had taken two large pills apart and had dissolved them and stirred
them into the milk. She smiled with quiet satisfaction as she looked to
Dale then took his empty plate away knowing that she not only had the
young teenaged boy well in hand, she now had him on a full regimen of
female hormones as well!
He was tired by the end of the first day, his body ached and his mind
reeled at the thoughts of spending the whole day dressed as a woman and
the strange sensation of wearing such feminine attire along with the
perfume the makeup and jewelry and in having his hair in curlers. And he
had to remember all the instruction on how to move and speak and act like
a proper lady and had to start learning along the way as well to do his
own makeup and to dress himself! Mrs. Foster selected his nightgown for
bed and was pleased as she put Dale into the pink nylon chiffon baby doll
night gown and tucked him into the cool satin sheets that evening. She
said goodnight then after shutting out the lights and closing the door he
once again heard the sturdy deadbolt latch click!
The first day although off to a rocky start ended well with Dale in full
compliance. The second day passed as did the third and soon nearly a week
had gone by complete with more lessons and training and soon another day
had passed and it was once again time for bed for Dale.
The boys were back in the bunkhouse going over the days activities and
roughhousing a bit. There was some mention of Dale but as the days went
by the thought or mention of him trailed off. They heard the tractor pull
into the farm yard near the bunkhouse and knew it was Andy getting in late
once again. Supper was passed but Andy had been taking extra lunch
sandwiches to get caught up on the work. He was nearly done. Wayne
waited for him to enter the bunkhouse and wondered why it was taking him
so long. He looked out into the darkness to see Andy still sitting in the
tractor.
Andy shut off the headlights and the engine and was about to climb out of
the tractor when he saw the light on in the upstairs corner room of the
house. It was the room with the lace curtains! He saw some movement in
the room across the yard. He fumbled around the dash of the tractor until
he found the pair of binoculars then under the dark shade of a tree he sat
in the dark cab looking out the window towards the second floor bedroom.
He saw Mrs. Foster helping what looked like a girl getting ready for bed
as he looked on. But after a few moments the realization sunk in and he
gasped at what he saw as he stared slack jawed through the glasses!
"You saw Dale? She has him staying in that room?" Wayne said as the other
boys started gathering around. "Come on Andy what's the deal!?"
"I found those binoculars in the tractor then sitting in the dark where
nobody could see me I decided to take a look into that bedroom once I saw
the lights on. I saw Mrs. Foster going through the closets looking at
nightgowns or something and I saw this girl getting undressed, I could
Mrs. Foster and her moving around but I couldn't see her face," Andy said
as he continued.
"At first I thought somebody was visiting or she'd gotten a girl from one
of the county homes to help out but they don't allow that, never have.
Then I thought she might be family but the Foster's don't have any nieces!
Then I saw Mrs. Foster help the girl off with her bra and then I saw these
big tits!" He gasped. She was in these tight blue frilly panties and
looked just like a girl too. Then I watched Mrs. Foster take this layered
blue nightgown and help the girl into it and once she had it on she
fluffed her long curly hair back and away from her face and looked out the
window for a second. It was then that I could see it was DALE!! It
wasn't a girl at all!" Andy gasped as the others looked on with
disbelief.
"Are you sure? How could he have big tits!?" Wayne returned.
"I don't know, maybe they're fakes or something glued on somehow but it
was Dale she had up there alright. He has long red fingernails now, she
made him all up and he doesn't have any hair on his body now either. She
even pierced his ears because I could see he was wearing little earrings!"
Andy finished.
"Mrs. Foster's done more with Dale than she ever did with Bob? It scares
me," Wayne said with a chill in his voice.
"That's the idea. To punish Dale and to keep not only him in line but to
keep all of us in line too! Any of you guys want Mrs. Foster getting a
hold of you?" Andy said making his point clear.
"What do we do now?" Wayne and some of the other boys asked.
"We don't do anything and we don't say anything, we go along that's what
we do. She's had Dale for over a week now and I bet she's about ready to
show him off to all of us, just like when she brought out Bob as
'Barbara.' So when it happens do as you are told and we'll all get by.
Just pretend that Dale is a girl now that's all we can do. That way we'll
stay out of trouble and maybe save Dale some trouble too," Andy said.
The room got quiet as Andy started shutting off the lights as the others
got into bed. Wayne looked on but said nothing as Andy finished. "One
thing's for sure. He doesn't look like a 'Dale' anymore!"
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