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"Green Acres V"
"I'm tired Mrs. Foster," Dale said as she unzipped his dress and watched
him slip out of it with a swish as he got undressed for the evening. She
seemed pleased that Dale had fallen into his routine and his role as
Deborah as she noted the feminine movements and gestures as 'she' moved
around the room. "You've done so well these past six weeks Deborah dear
I've decided to let you sleep late in the morning. We'll get started
after a late breakfast, okay dear?" she cooed as she helped Deborah into
another of her frilly feminine nightgowns then helped her to bed.
"I...I need to take off these breast forms Mrs. Foster. They make my
chest itch and tingle," Dale said with a bit of worry in his voice. "The
last time we put the forms back on my chest looked swelled up," he
continued.
"That's just a reaction to the forms, don't worry, you'll get used to it
sweetie," Mrs. Foster said in her soothing feminine voice then added,
"I'll look into switching brands of medical adhesive, maybe that will
help," she offered knowing full well the adhesive wasn't the problem,
neither were the forms! With Mrs. Foster putting and then keeping Dale
on a daily dose of female and testosterone blocking hormones as she had
since the first day they were now, after six weeks having a definite
feminizing effect. Dale was unknowingly becoming Deborah now, for real!
The thought of putting an unruly boy in a dress was exciting but now the
thought of putting that same boy on female hormones had Mrs. Foster
nearly giddy with excitement and expectation. He was young enough to not
have the start of a beard and knew that with the hormone treatments he
wouldn't be getting any whiskers! And she began to notice other telltale
signs as well. The softening of the skin, the thinning body hair and how
the hair on his head seemed thicker and more luxurious now. Dale didn't
seem to notice especially since he was told by Mrs. Foster that it was
his daily bathing regimen with all the creams and lotions that made his
skin soft and the floral shampoo that made his hair appear thicker and
shinier.
But Mrs. Foster knew that Dale's budding breasts would get bigger and it
wouldn't be long before even he knew something was wrong! She wasn't
about to change her plans though. She'd keep him in the forms for as
long as she could and gradually switch him from padded girdles to plain
ones. That way all of his curves would remain relatively constant for at
least the time being. Then by the time Dale finally figured out the
truth it would be far too late! She tucked Dale under the covers as she
usually did then left the room and returned downstairs.
Mr. Foster was sitting at the kitchen table having a cup of coffee
looking over some papers as Mrs. Foster carrying some folded clothes
joined him at the table. She set the jeans, T-shirt, cap and shoes on
the table and patted them. "You can take these clothes and put them with
the others. Then take them to the burn barrel and get rid of them in the
morning would you dear?" she asked as Mr. Foster noticed the folded
clothes were Dale's.
"We better save that stuff honey. He'll need something to wear back to
the county or his new foster home this fall won't he?" Mr. Foster
questioned.
"Not necessarily," Mrs. Foster said as she measured her words carefully.
"What if we keep Dale, I mean 'Deborah' on here, after the summer is
over? We could do that couldn't we? We could be her new foster parents.
We could home school her here get her a GED and then keep her on helping
out around the place," Mrs. Foster said as she laid out her plan. "And
you must admit that I need the help."
"Well, I don't know," Mr. Foster said as he looked up from his papers.
"You know I've always wanted a daughter. What's the harm with just
keeping her here?" she said lost in her fantasy now thinking of her
continued plans for Dale.
"I understand you need help around the house and I understand that your
methods for keeping a young headstrong boy in line are a little different
but they seem to work. The point is, is that Dale isn't Deborah, he
isn't a girl," Mr. Foster replied.
"He does look good doesn't he though? So much better than Eric and then
Robert don't you agree?" she continued.
"Well yes, you've certainly got him all dolled up and you've gotten him
to mind. He seemed a bit tired tonight though, nothing's wrong is
there?" Mr. Foster added.
"No, he just did a lot of work today," she said then went on. "I've got
him looking and acting just like a proper young lady. It hasn't been
easy you know. I just don't want to loose Deborah, I mean Dale now that
I've come so far," she said trying to convince Mr. Foster to see things
her way. She was about to mention that she'd had Dale on female hormones
but now couldn't bring herself to mention it.
Mrs. Foster had no intention of stopping with Dale now. She had already
been making phone calls and had learned that Dale wasn't much of a
prospective adoptive child or even a candidate to be another foster
placement. He had an attitude problem, was combative and he didn't fit
in. It didn't take much effort for Mrs. Foster to start the process of
getting Dale on as a legal foster child. Her plans for adoption would be
the next step.
"Well, just see to it that those clothes are destroyed along with his
other things tomorrow," she said as she got up from the table and left
the kitchen. She then returned upstairs.
She quietly exited the master bedroom with a paper bag and moved down the
hall to Dale's bedroom. She unlocked the door then quietly moved inside
and turned on the little night stand light by the bed. The pink lace
trimmed shade cast a soft glow as she clicked the light on. She set the
paper bag down. She looked to see Dale sound asleep. She then shut the
bedroom door and returned.
"Deborah, Deborah darling?" Mrs. Foster cooed as she tried to wake the
sleeping Dale. She then gently shook Dales shoulder as he slept on his
side "Deborah dear?" she said waiting for him to awaken but he was
sleeping so soundly he appeared dead to the world. Mrs. Foster quietly
smiled appearing pleased.
"Such a sleeping princess!" she said as she swished the pink satin
comforter and the white satin sheets down. She then fluffed up Dale's
pink chiffon nightgown and gently tugged down his matching pink panties
exposing the fleshy part of his hip. She then quickly went to work with
the items from the paper bag. She began loading a large syringe from a
bottle then loaded another syringe. Then setting them aside she took a
bottle of alcohol and a cotton ball and began cleaning a site on Dale's
hip. As she wiped the cold alcohol across his skin she noticed that he
still didn't move.
"Nothing like a little tranquilizer in your milk to put you in the mood
for sleep is there dear?" she said with a smile as she picked up the
first syringe then carefully injected Dale's right hip. She watched
mesmerized as she pushed the plunger down watching the large injection as
it began to flow out of the syringe and into Dale's hip. "The pills
aren't enough sweetie. You're going to be needing injections every two
weeks now to really get you going," she said with satisfaction as she
finished and removed the needle. She then took the second syringe and
started the second injection!
"You might be Dale now, but you won't be Dale for long sweetie," She
giggled smiling with satisfaction. "That first injection was a much
larger dose of the female hormone estrogen and this one? It's a
testosterone blocking hormone. And once this starts working Deborah
dear," she giggled. "Your little manhood will get smaller. And when I'm
done with you your little testes will have shriveled down to the size of
raisins!" she said with a lilting giggle and conviction as she finished
the final injection.
She finished by swabbing the area once again then carefully pulled his
panties back up, swished his nightgown back down and tucked him into the
satin sheets and the pink satin comforter once again. And all the while
Dale barely stirred! "Nighty night princess!" She giggled as she
gathered her things then opened the bedroom door to see that Mr. Foster
was still downstairs. She could hear the television in the living room.
She returned to shut off the little table lamp then quietly left the room
locking the door behind her! She knew it wouldn't be long now until
Dale's budding breasts would really start to grow and take on weight.
And soon his waist would begin to shrink as his hips started to round out
and widen as the powerful hormones began shaping Dale, changing him from
a boy into a girl as they sculpted his form into a more and more feminine
shape!
"Put on your wedge heels today Deborah dear," Mrs. Foster said stopping
by the bedroom to open the door noticing Dale already made up, in his
lingerie and selecting a house dress from the closet. "You'll be going
outside today hanging the wash out and don't want you sinking into the
grass with those regular high heels," she finished.
"B...but Mrs. Foster, c...can't I just stay in the kitchen and then do
some vacuuming later or something? I don't want to go outside in a
dress!" Dale gasped. But Mrs. Foster didn't relent. "I know this will
be your first time outside dear, but nobody will see you that hasn't
already seen you before. You need to just relax and get used to it.
It'll come," she assured Dale.
After the breakfast dishes were cleared and in the washer Mrs. Foster
brought a cup of coffee to the table then took her seat at the kitchen
table and crossed her nyloned legs with a zip as she smoothed her skirt.
She then took up the morning paper. She glanced out the window at Dale
mincing to the wash line with a large basket of clothes to hang out. She
then smiled and returned to her coffee and her paper.
Dale was looking around for any passerby who may be in the area but this
far out in the country he knew that was unlikely. And Mr. Foster had all
the boys out in the fields working so aside from Mrs. Foster in the
kitchen he was the only one in the area. He gasped through a dry throat
as he gathered a damp bath towel and two clothes pins with his nervous
hands. It felt very strange, surreal almost in being outside all decked
out now, dressed totally as a woman.
He'd felt the nervousness as he exited the kitchen door and stood on the
top step outside then gasped as he felt for the first time the strange
sensation as the cool morning breeze whistled around his shaved and
nyloned legs and fluttered the skirt of his dress. He made his way to
the clothesline in the back yard and looked down at the high wedge
sandals he was wearing and noticed how his nylons shined in the warm
sunlight and how his red pedicured nails gleamed in the light under the
sheer hose. The flat bottoms of the shoes kept him from sinking into the
lawn and with each step Dale could feel his bust jiggle and his hips sway
as he moved along towards the wash line taking his short mincing steps.
He was nearly finished filling the line with the bed sheets, clothes and
towels when he looked to the bunkhouse and noticed Andy. He felt a the
embarrassment being outside and being dressed the way he was but looked
over to see Andy looking around and waving him to come over. Dale looked
around and saw no one else then looked into the kitchen to see that he
was no longer under Mrs. Foster's watchful gaze. She must have gone
upstairs to work he thought. It had been so long since he'd gotten to
talk with any of the guys. There were only three weeks left of summer.
He looked around once again then after wiping his damp hands on the
frilly apron at the front of his dress and as the clothes on the line
fluttered in the warm morning breeze
he began walking towards the bunkhouse.
He looked inside to see Wayne and Andy in from the field. They were
taking a short break to pick up some fence supplies and get some gas for
the tractor. Dale entered the bunkhouse which now seemed as strange and
alien a place as his feminine bedroom once did when Mrs. Foster first
told him this was his new room.
"Holy shit!" Andy exclaimed as Dale came into the room. They watched as
he minced and wiggled on the high heeled sandals holding his wrists limp
and appearing totally in character as a girl now.
"It's okay, you can drop the act Dale," Wayne said as both guys came near
looking him over.
"How did she get you in a dress?" they wondered.
"You don't want to know. Let's just say that if Mrs. Foster wants you to
do something you better do it!" Dale answered.
They circled, then stood back and took a good look. They noticed Dale's
prominent bust line, his widening hips and his makeup and the ribbon in
his feminine hairdo and the necklace and the now ever present earrings.
They noticed his long red fingernails and his matching red nailed
pedicure and the anklet on his right ankle and how he stood with his legs
together just like a woman as they noticed the high heeled ankle strap
sandals and the dress and the frilly apron he wore that was tied into a
large and feminine bow at the back.
"What are you wearing under all that, everything?" Wayne said as they
looked on.
Dale then swished his dress up to reveal a frothy nylon chiffon petticoat
a white nylon full slip his panty girdle and his tightly gartered nylon
stockings. "What do you think?" he said as Wayne and Andy gasped while
he held the dress for a moment before swishing it back down into place.
"I can't wait, I can't wait till summer's over. I want to get out of
here!" Dale exclaimed as if he was looking for help more than making a
statement.
Andy looked around then looked out the door. Seeing the coast was clear
he and Wayne hustled Dale over to the burning barrel near the far end of
the yard. Andy looked around then reached in with a stick then pulled up
the burned remnants of Dale's cap, his shoes and what was left of his
baseball glove. He noticed the charred and smouldering remains of his
baseball bat as well as he turned to the other boys in shock.
"But where's my clothes?" Dale asked now worried.
"Mr. Foster took everything out of the bunkhouse this morning after
breakfast, it's all in there everything,"Andy said pointing to the barrel
"It's all gone now," he said as Dale began to worry. "What's going on
then, what's that mean anyhow?" he continued.
"I don't know but I thought we better tell you at least," Andy said.
"Maybe the Fosters have plans to keep you longer than just for the
summer!"
Dale gasped then looked around. "I better get back I can't be seen
talking to you guys like this," he said as he turned and began mincing
away.
Andy and Wayne heard the swish of Dale's nylons with each wiggling step
and watched how the wind fluttered his skirt and slips as they noticed
his now feminine shape, his feminine mannerisms and how much softer and
more feminine his voice seemed to be now. They watched as Dale quickly
made his way back past the bunkhouse and back to the back yard behind the
main house. Andy and Wayne then returned to the bunkhouse before
continuing with work by getting the supplies then taking the truck back
into the field.
"Deborah! Where were you?" Dale heard Mrs. Foster say in an angry tone
as soon as he entered the back door carrying the empty laundry basket.
"I was putting the laundry out to dry just like you asked Mrs. Foster,"
Dale replied as he entered the kitchen and saw her standing there.
"I saw you start work then went upstairs to make the beds and when I came
down you were gone. After I finished I came back down to find that you
were just finishing hanging up the clothes on the line. But then I saw
Andy and Wayne leaving in the truck. You were talking to them weren't
you? Don't lie to me young lady!?" Mrs. Foster asked in an accusatory
tone as Dale paused with the knowledge that he might be soon to
experience another of Mrs. Foster's unique punishments.
"I...I saw Andy and just went over for a minute. Wayne was there too.
We just said hi is all!" Dale gasped as he awaited his fate.
"If I hadn't made plans for you tomorrow you would be getting a
punishment right now young lady. You've been so good over the past weeks
too. It's been a while since you were a 'blushing bride' hasn't it?
Maybe you need a refresher course, another treatment," she said as she
stood there her arms crossed in front of her.
"What, what plans Mrs. Foster?" Dale blurted already worried about her
mood.
After a pause she answered. "Just never you mind young lady. You just
get busy now. Change back into your black patent leather pumps and fix
your windblown hair. Then you can finish in the kitchen and do the
vacuuming," Mrs. Foster said as she left the kitchen for the basement to
wash more laundry. Dale breathed a sigh of relief as he went upstairs to
change shoes and to fix his hair.
She called it the "blushing bride," punishment or sometimes "queen for a
day," but either way it was a severe punishment he had endured more than
once. She always started by making him as impossibly feminine as could
be. Tucked into a tight girdle that was pulled up so high and tight on
his waist it caused his crotch to pucker in until it had the appearance
of vaginal lips. A white satin corset would then be fitted around his
waist as he stood in the center of the room, cuffed to a lacing bar that
barely allowed his booted ballet heeled feet to brush against the floor.
She took great pleasure in watching Dale squirm and his gasps reduced to
faint whimpers as she cinched the corset lacing it tighter and tighter
still until his waist was of the tiniest proportions. The brassiere was
next followed by a floor length white satin full slip. After three or
sometimes four floor length petticoats were securely tied around his
waist she would fit him into a gleaming white vintage satin wedding
dress. He would be forcibly gagged, his mouth filled once again until it
was brimming with frothy lingerie and then she would secure the gag by
pulling a pair of nylon stockings tightly over his head. After fitting
him with a stout leather posture collar and strapping his wrists behind
him and cinching his elbows until they touched at the back she would
quickly cinch his nyloned knees and his ankles with more leather straps.
Once she had him face down on the bed she quickly worked a strap around
his waist and secured him to the bed. His collar was secured to the
headboard and his knee straps cinched to the foot of the bed. His wrists
and ankles were further tied forcing him into a strict folded position.
Once she pulled the foot portion of the nylons tightly which forced his
head back she would tie them to his elbow straps to keep them in place.
Then after adding a proper white nylon chiffon veil to the hog-tied bride
and then retightening all the straps and ropes she would leave the
helpless Dale to twitch and grunt, hog-tied on his satin quilted four
poster bed in his feminized room as she would then leave locking the door
securely behind her!
Another variation involved the same excruciating outfit and then being
cuffed to the lacing bar and then raised completely off the floor. Mrs.
Foster would then strap his ankles together then tie that strap to a
movable "D," ring hidden in a slit under the carpet. Once the lacing bar
was pulled tight and his legs were cinched so he couldn't move she would
then fluff out all the petticoats and the dress then wheel over the large
triple fold full length mirror. Then, once satisfied at her work she
would leave the bedroom as always locking the door behind her to leave
the feminized and bound Dale to survey his appearance and predicament for
the next several hours!
Dale shuddered at the thought of further punishment then did as he was
told by changing and then going about his duties in helping with the
supper dish by peeling potatoes and then cleaning up the house as usual.
He managed to avoid punishment this time but tomorrow was Saturday. He
wasn't sure what Mrs. Foster had planned for him but since she had
skipped a punishment session he thought that the next day might just be a
punishment in itself!
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