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"Green Acres IV"
It was still dark outside over an hour from the usual time he got up as
Dale heard the deadbolt on his bedroom door click and he saw Mrs. Foster
enter the room. She saw Dale awaken. "I know it's a bit early dear but
there's so much to do. I'll help you dress this morning dear, after all
this is a special day for you, it's your ?coming out' day isn't it!?"
Mrs. Foster said as she moved around the room then went to the closet and
began looking through the dresses hanging inside as Deborah swished the
satin sheets aside then sat on the side of the bed. "We'll get you all
showered up then get you all made up nice and pretty then do your hair
then get you dressed for breakfast."
"Please Mrs. Foster!" Dale gasped. "Don't, don't make me go downstairs,
not in front of all the guys!" he gasped cringing on the bed still in his
nightie clutching the white satin sheets tightly around himself.
"This is just a darling dress for you today. It's a bit above the knees
but it's so frilly and feminine don't you think?" Mrs. Foster said with a
smile as she fluffed out the dress then hung it at the top of the open
closet door. Dale protested again as she tried coaxing him out of bed and
as she became more forceful and began pulling him by the arm he began to
whimper and sob begging to be allowed to stay upstairs until breakfast was
over and everyone was back outside at work.
"I...I'll still do the housework for you, dress just like you say but I, I
ca...can't go down there when everybody's there!" he sobbed.
"Yes you can and yes you will. You'll do as your told young lady," Mrs.
Foster said as a matter of fact. "I haven't spent the last nearly two
weeks on you to have you stay up here and be a wall flower. You're to get
ready then come down stairs and I will introduce you and then we'll all
have breakfast together just like we used to. You just make sure you act
as feminine and ladylike as I know you can and there will be no problem.
You'll see," she said as she managed to get Dale out of bed and walk him
to the bathroom down the hall.
An hour and a half later Dale looked out the bedroom window noticing the
sun coming up and the boys already on the way to the house for breakfast
unaware that the new Dale was going to be making an appearance. His
stomach was in knots, he felt faint as he wobbled and teetered on his
white leather stiletto heeled sandals. He could feel the dangle earrings
in his pierced ears and how they brushed his neck with the slightest
movement of his head. He felt the short, lace trimmed floral patterned
dress as Mrs. Foster zipped him into it and fluffed the short puffy
sleeves out then heard the swish of the white satin sash as she gathered
it and wrapped it around his waist tying it tightly into a large white
feminine bow at the back. "You can change into your house dress and apron
after breakfast dear, there's so much to do today. But for breakfast I
want you looking especially feminine this morning," she said with
satisfaction as she clipped a pearl necklace around his neck, checked his
makeup then his feminine hairstyle by going over the sweeping curls with
another dose of hair spray and finishing by tying a delicate blue satin
ribbon into his hair. After another spray of perfume Mrs. Foster was
ready to lead him down stairs as Dale noticed his look in the full length
mirror.
He gasped and felt faint at what he saw knowing that he would soon be seen
as nothing more than a sissy laughing stock! But Mrs. Foster was
insistent as she pulled him from his feminine bedroom. As they took a
couple steps down the hallway Dale felt his knees begin to buckle. He
fell weakly against the wall, his head spinning now. He then heard all
the boys inside the kitchen as they talked and took their seats waiting
for breakfast.
Mrs. Foster wanted to be angry but Dale had been doing everything she had
asked of him up to this point. She decided to take pity on the poor
feminized boy now. "Oh alright you fraidy cat. Little sissy girl scared
of her own shadow," she said as she quickly took him to the bathroom and
opened the medicine cabinet. She opened a bottle of tranquilizers and
poured a glass of water then handed him two of the pills. "These will
calm you down dear," she said as she watched Dale swallow the pills. "Go
on, go wait in your bedroom. These will take a few minutes to work. Go
on, go back to your room Deborah, you're no use to me in this condition.
But once you relax you'd better come downstairs and be the perfect little
lady or I warn you. If you don't you'll be spending the rest of the day
in my wedding dress gagged and hogtied on your bed. So you think it over
very carefully Deborah dear! I hope I can keep breakfast warm," she
exclaimed as she left for the kitchen downstairs alone.
Dale sat at his desk back in his bedroom waiting for his nerves to calm.
He could still hear everyone downstairs and heard the plates and sliver
ware being moved around then heard Mr. Foster's voice. "We'll all have
breakfast but we'll just have to wait a bit until Mrs. Foster goes and
gets her. You know how girls are? She's a bit nervous and not quite
ready to come down just yet. It's her first day on the job so you all
better treat her real nice understand? The first one of you that laughs
or jokes will find themselves joining her. Do you all understand that?"
he said with authority. The boys answered in the affirmative and soon got
quiet as they waited. Dale heard Mr. Foster snap his morning paper open
like he always did. "How about a cup of coffee dear?" he asked. Then
Dale could hear Mrs. Foster's stiletto heels clicking across the kitchen
floor as the small talk and talk about work began to continue.
Dale heard the din from the kitchen start to echo in his ears. He then
felt somewhat sleepy but he wasn't tired. It was more like a very relaxed
rather than a sleepy feeling. His head began to nod as he sat there now
totally relaxed as he continued waiting.
"Well Deborah darling, time for breakfast," Mrs. Foster said a few moments
later as she helped him to his feet then began escorting him down stairs.
Dale was still scared but now for some reason he didn't care as the warm
feeling of the tranquilizers washed over him. "You're doing fine Deborah,
you just keep acting like a pretty little lady now," she said as they
moved downstairs and across the living room. Dale wasn't even aware he
was putting up an act. Mrs. Foster's training had been so complete that
his acting like a girl now really was second nature. "Here we go now
pretty lady," Mrs. Foster whispered as they rounded the corner and she
stood by her Deborah just outside the kitchen gently holding her shoulders
to present her.
"I'd like you all to meet my new housekeeping helper Deborah. She'll be
with us the rest of the summer so I'll expect you all to be proper
gentlemen and to treat her like a lady. Is that clear boys?" she said as
she addressed the crowded table. "Now say hello to Deborah."
The greetings of, "Hello Miss Debbie, hello Deborah," and, "hello Ma'am,"
sounded in unison echoing through the kitchen as the boys saw Dale now as
Deborah for the first time.
Time seemed to stand still as Mrs. Foster took her usual seat at the end
opposite of where Mr. Foster was seated. The boys and Mr. Foster nodded
and smiled pleasantly as Dale stood there in his full feminine regalia.
He saw his old chair waiting for him and heard the gasps of recognition as
everyone stared at him. Mr. Foster gave the boys a look that soon calmed
them down however.
His feminine floral perfume drifted into the kitchen. They looked on as
Dale gathered the hem of his dress with his long red fingertips and did a
mild curtsey saying, "Hello boys, Mr. And Mrs. Foster," as he smiled
meekly and nodded to those at the table. He then began to move towards
the table entering the kitchen, his high stiletto heels making the same
staccato click on the floor that Mrs. Foster's shoes always did.
He could hear the swish of his dress and the zip of his nylons as he took
his practiced short mincing steps being sure to wiggle his hips. He
noticed the boys all looking at his shapely hairless legs now made to look
even more feminine with the addition of the sheer nylon hose.
They noticed the makeup and the necklace and the feminine hairdo and
noticed the short dress and the new bust line that jiggled with every
step. They watched as Dale, now Deborah as ?she' minced into the kitchen
on the high stiletto heels jiggling and gyrating just like a lady!
They smelled Dale's perfume and saw it all now, the dangling earrings, the
red toenails showing through the sheer toes of the nylon stockings, the
little white leather bows at the back of the high heeled shoes and the
little gold ankle bracelet with the heart shaped charm on his right ankle
that shined in the light as much as the nylon stockings he wore.
Dale looked down at the table too embarrassed to look at the other boys.
He took his red nailed manicured hand and swept it through his long
feathered hair that was parted in the middle and did his best to move to
the table in as lady like a fashion as possible. "Let me just get that
chair for you little lady!" Mr. Foster said as he got up and held Dale's
old chair out for Deborah! It was a strange sensation as he took his seat
and felt Mr. Foster push the chair to the table. Dale smoothed his dress
then took his napkin and set it in his lap. As gentlemen everyone waited
until Deborah and Mrs. Foster started the morning meal, then the others
started in as well.
Mrs. Foster looked at Deborah and then to Mr. Foster with satisfaction as
she had her breakfast knowing that with Dale now firmly in line and
properly presented as Deborah the others now seemed more than willing to
be cooperative as well. Everything was working quite smoothly now as she
thought to herself with satisfaction.
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