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"Green Acres VI" "It hurts, owwww, owch!" Dale grimaced painfully as Mrs. Foster using the medical adhesive solvent carefully peeled away the last breast form from Dale's chest. "Those things hurt, they make me itch, I don't want to wear them anymore. And look, they're making my chest swell too!" Dale gasped as he looked as his chest noticing the budding breasts and the enlarging nipples and areolae never once realizing that Mrs. Foster had been putting hormones in his food and drink since his first day at the house! "Yes they are a bit swollen aren't they? And since you don't like the forms maybe we'll look into that," she said with a smile as she cleaned up Dales hairless, budding chest, his breasts just starting to show the first signs of a jiggle as he moved. "Something's wrong, I feel funny," Dale continued thinking that maybe she was going to call the doctor about the problem. "I'll lay your clothes out for you while you take your bath this morning dear, there's so much to do!" Mrs. Foster said as she began looking through the closet for an appropriate outfit. "Run along now," she said as she watched Dale leave the room with only a bath towel covering him. She was pleased though to see him covering himself from the chest down just like a girl now and not just wrapping the towel around his waist like he used to do. She smiled knowing that her efforts and the female hormones were now having a very pronounced effect. She helped Dale dress that morning and did his makeup. He was tucked tightly into a pair of white shaper panties and wore nude support pantyhose and a tight panty girdle over those. He noticed the lower heels, the more up to date and subdued makeup he was now wearing but most of all under his dress and full slip noticed that Mrs. Foster hadn't reapplied those heavy breast forms. He wasn't wearing them, not even a brassiere! Mrs. Foster was keen to notice that even dressed now she could see Dale's budding breasts under the dress and the way the little nipples protruded now, pushing at the fabric at the front of the dress and how they jiggled slightly as he moved. She also noticed his waist was now smaller by inches and his hips were beginning to widen nicely. And in dressing him in a feminine but simple dress and by putting his hair in a ponytail she knew Dale wouldn't have any problem appearing in public as Deborah now. Dale had no idea of what the day held in store! Mrs. Foster tied the ribbon sash around Dale's waist into a feminine white bow at the back of his dress then handed him a small purse as she looked him over. "Wha, what's this for!?" Dale questioned noticing Mrs. Foster also had a purse and was herself dressed, dressed as she often did to go to town! "We're going into town, I need to do some shopping and I want you to come along," she said as she began moving Dale out of the room and into the hallway. Dale gasped and pulled back. "I...I, ca...can't g...go Mrs. Foster, please?" he begged realizing he was now being punished for talking to Andy and Wayne the day before. "I'll do what you say Mrs. Foster from now on, I'll be g...good!" Dale gasped still fidgeting as Mrs. Foster pulled him along. "Yes, you're going to do as I say," she said as she escorted Dale downstairs. "You'll go with me today dear, you might even like it," she giggled. But Dale hesitated at the door. "We're going into town and that's final," she said. "I d...don't want to g...go!" Dale gasped hanging onto the door. "Since we're leaving so early the stores will just be opening when we get into town, there will be very few people out that early. So come along Deborah, or would you rather stay here and fuss then end up going into town over the noon hour!?" Mrs. Foster said questioning. With that Dale relented. She smiled at hearing his whimpering gasps as she led him out of the house and towards the waiting car. Dale could feel the breeze swirling around his nyloned legs and the click of his heels as he walked to the car clutching his purse, the strap over his shoulder. Mrs. Foster opened the passenger door on the Cadillac "get in dear." Andy and Wayne had watched from the bunkhouse as the feminized Dale minced to the car. "School starts in only a week, why does she still have him all dolled up? She never took Robert to town," Wayne questioned. "I don't know what's going on," Andy added as two of the other boys looked on and one gasped, "Shit! He really looks just like a girl now!" Mrs. Foster watched with interest as Dale seated himself, then swung his legs into the car like a lady, his skirt and slips fluttering in the morning breeze. "Smooth your dress dear," she said as Dale complied. She closed the door and moved around to the driver's side. Dale hadn't been away from the farm all summer, let alone all the way into town. But as Mrs. Foster drove closer Dale could feel his stomach beginning to churn. Finally they pulled onto main street and after driving a ways down the block Mrs. Foster parked the car. Dale looked up to see very few people out so early on a Saturday but what really scared him was that Mrs. Foster had pulled up in front of the main dress and lingerie boutique! "Come along dear," she said as she gathered her purse. Dale hesitated forcing Mrs. Foster to take him by the arm and pull him from the car. "You look just like a pretty young girl Deborah," she assured Dale as they made their way to the front door of the dress shop passers by taking little notice thinking it was a mother taking a daughter shopping. "Just stay in character and no one will know. But if you put up a fight or make trouble for me young lady there will be a punishment when we get home, understand sweetie? Hummm?" she said with a serious but lilting feminine tone as they entered the store. Dale heard the bell on the door tinkle and could smell the perfume in the air the moment they entered. He looked around the pastel pink dress shop. There were few shoppers this time of morning but they were all women and there wasn't a man in sight! "May I help you ladies?" the sales lady said. "Yes, we'd like to look at some of your brassieres," Mrs. Foster said as the lady nodded then led them to the brassiere racks and the dressing rooms. "Such a lovely dress," the sales lady said as she undid the sash at the back and then unzipped the long back zipper. Mrs. Foster seated nearby looked on. "Not many young ladies dress so pretty and feminine these days, it's such a shame," she said as she helped Dale out of the dress and hung it up as Dale slipped the straps of his full slip off his shoulders then pulled it down to his waist exposing his pert little breasts. He could feel his face begin to redden as the sales lady took her measuring tape and looked him over. "Raise your arms dear," the lady said. Dale then felt the cold cloth as she wrapped it around his little chest measuring him in several places. "A bit large for a training bra, she's nearly a 'B' cup," the lady exclaimed. "32 'B'," she said as she looked at her tape then turned towards Mrs. Foster. "Any certain style?" the lady asked. "Something pretty----with lace," Mrs. Foster returned. And with that the lady left the little fitting room. "I thought you were taking me to see a doctor or something, about my swelling? What are we doing here!?" Dale said in a loud whisper as he looked to Mrs. Foster for an answer. "I've taken care of everything Deborah dear, there's no need to see a doctor, not yet anyway," she said stifling a giggle as she looked Dale over standing there, his slip still around his waist. She noticed his feminine features, his feminine hairstyle and noticed his narrow waist and widening hips, the budding jiggling breasts were the clincher though. The sales lady would have no idea she was fitting a boy for a brassiere; that under that white full slip, and under the tight panty girdle and pantyhose that Dale was so tightly tucked that the front of the girdle looked like a lady's slit now! His little manhood had shrunk and his atrophied little testes in his hairless scrotal sack had indeed shriveled to nearly half their former size. All to Mrs. Fosters amusement! "But wha...what are we doing here!?" Dale whispered yet again. "Don't be silly darling. This is a brassiere fitting. You are in the fitting room of a dress shop and are about to be fitted for a brassiere! Isn't that exciting?" Mrs. Foster said with a giggle. "There isn't any swelling silly. Since you came to work at the house I started putting female hormones in your food! I'm turning you into a girl! "I haven't mentioned this to Mr. Foster but as soon as I heard I could keep you on at the farm even after the summer is over as your foster guardian I started you on hormones soon after. Then once I learned that we could adopt you, and have you live with us permanently I started you on hormone injections. Of course you wouldn't have allowed that. Remember how every now and then you seem to sleep very soundly sweetie?" she asked filling Dale in. "On the nights I gave you your hormone injections I always put a tranquilizer in your milk for supper so you'd sleep through it. I'd say those female hormones are working splendidly now, wouldn't you Deborah dear?" She giggled just as the sales lady returned with an armload of brassieres. "Hold your arms out dear," the sales lady said as she went to work. Dale heard the swish of the lacy nylon material as the lady pulled the pale pink lace trimmed brassiere up around him then fastened the hooks at the back. She then had him lean forward and slipped Dales budding breasts into the cups, pulled the brassiere up then began adjusting the straps. "Yes, she's every bit a 32 'B'," the lady said as she fussed with the straps tightening them until Dale's breasts were held tight and stood straight out, the nipples cool from the room air showing through the brassiere. "Let me get a 34," the lady said as she looked Dale over a moment longer then left once again. Dale felt weak, he felt his head spin and his knees begin to wobble and had to concentrate to catch himself. He felt his stomach twist into a knot! He began pulling up the front of the full slip then grabbed his dress from the hangar that had been set aside. He didn't know what to do but in his panic he decided to take his chances right then and there and to dress then run out of the store where maybe someone would listen to him and he could get help and get away from Mrs. Foster and her plans. But it wasn't to be. Dale wasn't thinking clearly now. Mrs. Foster easily grabbed him and shoved him up against the wall of the little room holding him there. "I like this little brassiere, don't you just adore the pretty lace trim? I think I'll ask if they have it in a powder blue as well," Mrs. Foster said keeping Dale from leaving. "Plea...please Mrs. Foster I...I'm not a girl, I...I don't want to be a girl," he gasped then began to quietly sob. Mrs. Foster looked around to see the sales lady still looking through the brassiere racks then turned her attention back to Dale. "You certainly aren't as strong as you used to be," Mrs. Foster smiled. "You'll go along with this and like it or I assure you, young lady, that if you don't you will soon wish you had. Do you understand?" Mrs. Foster said. She then leaned in to the still quivering Dale and noticing his nipples protruding through the brassiere cups she took one of them between her thumb and forefinger and gave it a squeeze. Dale gasped and then winced. "Brassiere fittings are supposed to be fun for mothers and daughters and that's exactly what we are going to do isn't it, have fun? Stop sniffling and compose yourself," she warned then gave the nipple a twist for good measure to get her point across. Dale nearly doubled over at the sensation as Mrs. Foster looked on knowing exactly what she was doing. She then spoke again almost mockingly to Dale. "I like the pretty brassiere I have on Mrs. Foster can we get this one? Say it!" Mrs. Foster hissed as she worked Dale's nipple yet again. "Unnngghh," Dale gasped and through a pained grimace did as he was told. "I...I li...like the p...pr...pretty brassiere I have on Mrs. F...Foster. Can w...we get this one?" he said. Mrs. Foster released her hold then smoothed out the brassiere cups and looked him over just as the sales lady returned. "Yes dear, you can have that one if you like. It is pretty isn't it?" she said then added to the sales lady, "We'll need some more lingerie and hosiery as well and we should look at getting a few new dresses today too, would that be alright?" Mrs. Foster said as she looked Dale over. The sales lady smiled as she began fitting Dale once again for another brassiere then began measuring him for more lingerie and to get his proper dress size. "My, you are a lucky young lady today aren't you?" she said to Dale still smiling not knowing she was actually measuring a boy for lingerie and to get his dress size but instead swept up with the excitement about all the sales commissions she would be getting. Being led by Mrs. Foster the morning soon progressed and the back seat of the Cadillac was soon filling with pink dress and lingerie boxes. Dale, forced to fall into character as Deborah passed amazingly well during the shopping trip with only a one or two stares from other girls his age wondering why a girl these days was dressed as such a "girly-girl. Little did they know! "Can we go home Mrs. Foster?" Dale begged as they stood at the car. "I, I did everything you asked," he said quietly looking down slightly as Mrs. Foster looked on and then noticed a shoe store just down the street. "Just one more stop dear, we need to get you a few new pairs of high heels," she said as she led Dale away once again. By now it was nearly ten-thirty a.m. and the traffic was beginning to fill the main street. Mrs. Foster and Dale took their seats as the shoe salesman approached. "Good morning ladies, how can I help you today?" the young man in his mid twenties said as he smiled. "I'd like something in an open toed sandal for my niece today. Something with a heel," Mrs. Foster said. Dale slipped out of his pumps as the young man pulled up his little chair and sat down in front of Dale and began measuring his foot. The man then got up and went to the store room and returned with three pairs of ankle strap sandals. "You'll like these ma'am, they're from the princess collection," the salesman said as he slid the shoe onto Dale's nylon clad foot and buckled him into it. He then did up the other shoe. Mrs. Foster noticed the man paying a little too much attention to Dale's smooth shaven and nylon hosed legs as he buckled the shoes around his ankles. She watched how it seemed innocent enough but noticed how he would hold Dale's leg a bit too long, how his fingers would feel the sheer nylon hose and although he would run his hand fleetingly over Dale's calf as he fitted him for his shoes she could tell he was fondling Dale's legs! Even though the salesman appeared professional Mrs. Foster could sense the excitement in the young man. After all, what better place for a leg man and a shoe fetishist to be than working in a shoe store? And while most men that age had long since moved on to better jobs this one was still here. She could read the man like a book! It got more pronounced with the second pair and again with the third but the man tried to keep his professional demeanor. The pink strappy sandals weren't right and the black ones were too dressy. Since fall was approaching Mrs. Foster decided on a pair of brown leather ankle strap sandals with three inch heels. The man paid close attention as "Deborah" minced and wiggled to and fro and in front of the mirror and Mrs. Foster became quietly angry at how the man was ogling her "Deborah" and how he had "felt up" her new "niece." Maybe it was time for a lesson of sorts. "We'll take the brown leather sandals," Mrs. Foster said as she handed over her credit card to the man who boxed the heels up. "Deborah, be a dear and wait in the car, I've decided to try on a couple pairs of shoes myself, I won't be long. Pick up your shoes at the counter on your way out dear," she said as Dale put his pumps back on, took his purse and made his way to the front counter where he got his shoes. Mrs. Foster looked on as Dale quietly left the store. The man with the smile returned with Mrs. Foster's credit card and handed it to her. "I'd like to try a similar sandal, something with a four inch heel," she said as the man quickly took a seat in front of her as she slipped off her heels. The man noticed the gleam of the sheer hose and how the bright red polish on her pedicured toenails shown through the filmy beige fabric. He could smell her perfume in the air and could hear her nylons and the lining of her tight skirt swish as she moved in her chair offering her leg so the man could measure her up. "And I'd like to try a pair of black patient leather pumps as well. Do you have dress shoes in a five inch heel?" she asked as she checked her makeup in a compact and checked her hair before putting the card and the compact back into her purse as the man looked on. She was sizing him up. He had to be at least ten years her junior. "I...I'll have to look in the back ma'am, we don't usually sell heels that high," the man said as he looked up becoming visibly nervous now as Mrs. Foster applied her feminine charms wrapping the man like a limp noodle around her finger! "Run along dear, get the shoes," she said still seated as the mildly flustered man rose and left for the back room bumping into a customer on his way. The man returned with four boxes of shoes and took his seat in front of Mrs. Foster. He opened the first box with trembling hands selecting the sandals first and put them on her feet. He didn't fondle her legs like he did with Dale however! Mrs. Foster took notice then she leaned forward and reached down and opened another box to reveal the black patent leather stiletto heeled pumps that indeed had five inch heels. "Try these on" she commanded in a smouldering, controlling feminine tone. "These are a bit old style, funny we still had them in stock," The nervous man said with a smiling gasp. "But they are stylish aren't they," he commented as he carefully fitted Mrs. Foster into one of the gleaming stiletto heels. "Aren't you going to feel my legs?" she said a bit taken aback. "What? I...I don't understand ma'am," the man said nervously. "Well you felt up my nieces legs when you fitted her for her shoes didn't you? What's the matter, don't you find my legs attractive?" she said as she held her willowy nyloned leg outstretched working her ankle back and forth looking over the gleaming stiletto heeled pump. "I like these, put the other one on," she said. The man moved the tissue paper around in the pink box and took out the remaining shoe and as Mrs. Foster extended her foot and pointed her toes he fit the shoe on her. "Hold my ankle as you fit the shoe young man," she said as she watched. "Now as you slip the heel of the shoe on run your hand up my calf just like you did with my niece," she said. The embarrassment began to show on the nervous shoe salesman's face. "Plea...please ma'am," he said hesitating as he held the shoe wishing that Mrs. Foster and her "niece" had never came into the store. But it was too late now, she had him in her clutches and was relishing every second of torment she was putting him through. "Do we have a problem young man?" Mrs. Foster asked. "Maybe I'll call your manager and complain that I saw you feeling up my nieces' legs! I don't think he'd like that would he? But I know your type, don't I young man? Instead of getting a real job you stay around here to satisfy your urges, don't you?" she said in a quiet almost mocking tone. "Well, allow me to help you dear to give you the thrill I just know you've always wanted," she said as she reached down and grabbed the inclined front of the little measuring foot stool the man was sitting on and pulled him close! "Put the shoe on me. Yes that's right," she said as she watched the shaken man fit the second stiletto heeled pump on her other foot with trembling hands. "Now feel my leg. Run your hand up the back of my leg, up the calf, all the way to the bend in my knee," she ordered. The man fitted the shoe on her carefully then slipped the heel of the shoe over the heel of her foot. Then as he held the bottom of the shoe with one hand he did as he was instructed and ran his hand up the back of Mrs. Foster's nylon clad leg! He tried to maintain his professional attitude and even as the numbers of people in the store grew and they milled around looking at shoes and trying some on nobody seemed to notice as Mrs. Foster worked the young man over. He smelled her perfume surrounding him and heard the faint swish of the fabric as his hands caressed the taut nylon hose on Mrs. Foster's smooth shaven leg. "Try another pair on," she said. "Be a dear and go to the back and bring out another five or six pair of the prettiest highest heels you have," she said sending the flustered man away once again. When he returned Mrs. Foster had reseated herself and had smoothed her tight, satin lined wool skirt. She crossed her legs with a swish looking at her shoes and noticed the man, even as nervous as he was looking her over as he piled the shoe boxes around the area. "Let's try those blue sandals this time," Mrs. Foster said as the man complied. The man fitted the blue high heeled ankle strap sandal on Mrs. Foster's right foot and buckled the ankle strap then as she looked on with almost a glare waiting he finally complied by holding the bottom of the shoe with one hand then running his hand once again up and down the back of Mrs. Foster's leg! "The sheer, glossy stockings are the silkiest, don't you think?" she teased. "So much nicer than those cheap scratchy bargain basement pantyhose. And I only wear the most expensive kind and like a proper lady and I only wear gartered hose. You did notice didn't you?" she teased as she spread her nyloned legs just wide enough to give the young man sitting directly at skirt level a clear look up her skirt! "I...I should really finish up this sale ma'am, we get busy this time of day," he said with a gasp. But Mrs. Foster wasn't done just yet. She then pointed to yet another pair of shoes and still another! She relished making the young man squirm, forcing him to try pair after pair of shoes on her as she teased him with her pretty legs offering him an unobstructed view up her skirt when ever he wanted! And still, other customers went about their business paying no attention. "That's right feel my leg, feel the pretty nylons. Caress them. Yessss," she said widening her legs once again giving the now red faced man fits! "See how they shine in the light? And how they zip when I cross my legs?" she said demonstrating, knowing the young man was transfixed on her pretty legs as she made it look like they were both only looking at the new shoes she was trying. And then another pair! "Mmmmm, you've had practice in feeling up women's legs haven't you dear?" she cooed. "See the dark welts at the tops of the stockings, and how tight the garters of the girdle are?" she said as she widened her legs yet again and shifted in her seat giving the man a clear view of her tightly girdled crotch and her lace trimmed white nylon full slip. "Now rub your hands up and down, feel the nylons," she coached as the now red faced salesman gasped. "You can't help yourself darling, it's okay, I understand," Mrs. Foster said. Then looking down she could see the front of the man's pants tenting, getting an erection that was growing by the moment as she teased him into a frenzy! "Let's try on that pair there." She pointed causing the flustered man to gasp. "P...plea, please ma'am" he gasped. But Mrs. Foster only snapped her fingers and pointed at yet another pair of high heels. He slipped another pair of heels on her feet and as she looked the shoes over she made sure he was fondling her nyloned legs. Up and down, up and down his hands caressed her calves from ankle to behind her knees. "Move a little higher sweetie, you know you want to. Put your hand higher. Go on" she giggled. "Feel my thighs, feel how the stockings are gartered to my girdle and feel how tight they are," she said as she widened her legs once again giving him easy access. Then suddenly she got her wish as he quickly reached up and fondled her nyloned thighs and the lace trimmed cuffs of her heavily paneled panty girdle! He then quickly removed his hand and no one in the store was the wiser. But clearly the man was nearing his limit. "I'll try on that last pair now," Mrs. Foster said. "A little nervous putting your hand up a ladies dress aren't you. Are you afraid sweetie? I know you like nylons but don't you like pretty lingerie too?" she said as he fumbled with the last pair of high heels putting them on her. "I bet you'd like to do more than feel nylons wouldn't you?" she teased as the man once again was forced to fondle her shiny legs. "I'll bet you have pretty legs, such a lovely young man like you," she continued. "Get you all shaved and perfumed and then put you in some pretty nylon panties, a heavy paneled panty girdle and your very own sheer nylon hose. You'd like that," she giggled as she went on. The salesman's pants were fully tented now as he continued fondling Mrs. Foster's nylon sheathed legs as she teased. "Isn't that right sweetie? I'll bet you'd just love to get all dolled up wouldn't you, in plenty of pretty lingerie and of course those deliciously smooth nylon stockings! Isn't that right? Hummm sweetie?" The man squirmed on his measuring stool and listened to Mrs. Foster's taunts, feeling her silky legs until finally he looked up at Mrs. Foster his mouth open as he gasped. "What is it dear? Hummmm? Am I being too feminine for you sweetie?" She gigggled as she felt him squeeze her calf as he gasped again his eyes rolling back into his head as he shuddered all to Mrs. Foster's amusement until finally the man fell nearly limp. Mrs. Foster put her own shoes back on then gathered her purse as the stunned man sat before her. "Thank you anyway young man but I don't really see anything I like today. Maybe some other time then?" Mrs. Foster said standing up. The man stumbled to his feet. She could see his rapidly shrinking hard on now and giggled as she saw the dark wet stain forming at the front of his slacks! She left the man standing there amidst almost a dozen pairs of high heeled shoes and boxes and tissue wrapping paper that were strewn around the little seating area. He looked on at her still stunned as she swished out of the store mincing and wiggling on her own high heels before beginning to clean up all of the boxes of shoes but as he started in he noticed the semi-hard on still tenting his pants and the ever increasing wet spot at the front. Another lady customer noticed and gasped sending the still dumbstruck man quickly to the back room clutching several boxes of shoes in front of him as he stumbled along. A playful joke that went to the conclusion that Mrs. Foster desired or retribution? Either way the young man would not soon forget the two lady customers he'd had that Saturday morning. Mrs. Foster was a powerful woman who knew exactly what she was doing and once again she demonstrated that fact by putting the poor salesman through an experience that wasn't a tenth of what Dale had been through. Maybe that's why Dale now Deborah was still going along with her grand plans. Dale was waiting in the car just as instructed when Mrs. Foster got there. She smiled with satisfaction as she got behind the wheel and started the car. After all, where could he go now, really? No, to outwit Mrs. Foster it would take a lot of thinking and a lot of planning he thought as Mrs. Foster backed the car out of the parking place and headed out of town back to the farm.