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"Green Acres VIII"
A week later it was officially the end of summer vacation, the night
before the county bus was to come and pick up the boys just like it did
every fall. Mr. And Mrs. Foster sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee
as the evening wound down. It was obvious a conversation was ongoing.
"You've been giving him female what!?" Mr. Foster exclaimed with surprise
as he looked to his wife.
"Hormones, female hormones," she said quietly. "It's made Dale so much
more docile and easy to control don't you think?" she added as if it was
a necessity. "And haven't you noticed how much more shapely he's
becoming?" she continued.
"Shapely!? What are we going to tell the county or social services when
they see that a boy who's been staying with us all summer now has tits!?
Shapely!? Do you want us to wind up in prison!?" he returned aghast.
"Well, dear, it doesn't have to come to that, it won't come to that
actually," Mrs. Foster said in a reassuring tone as she clutched the
paperwork she held under the table. She then produced the manila folder
and took out some of the papers.
"I...I petitioned the courts so that we could have Dale stay on here with
us, full time," she said handing the paperwork over to Mr. Foster. "I
had some well, changes made but it's all legal and basically the same as
if we kept Dale on here as a boy. Nobody seems to want him, he won't be
missed. Matter of fact social services seems happy to be finished with
his case. It didn't take much effort to get Dale assigned here after I
offered to take him in," she went on as Mr. Foster looked over the
paperwork that said much the same thing about the delinquent boy. Some
of the letters dated six to eight weeks earlier clearly showed that Mrs.
Foster had been planning this for quite sometime! He rifled through the
papers further reading carefully. "I've always wanted a daughter you
know, what's the real harm in that?" she continued.
He saw the approved application for foster care that Mrs. Foster had
petitioned for an upgrade to an adoption and saw that it had been quickly
granted. He then saw the file stating that Dale was somehow gender
dysphoric now and said felt he had always been a girl trapped in a boy's
body! Everything was in place, the paperwork was in order and everything
was now quite legal. "A girl in a boy's body? He's just a headstrong
boy. Now you know he never exhibited any girl traits," Mr. Foster said.
"Yes, but he does now, doesn't he?" Mrs. Foster said with a giggle and
continued, "Who's to know? We can't send him back anyway and I think
he'll have a more productive life here than in bouncing from foster home
to county home and then into another reformatory or maybe something
worse. We'll see to it that he stays out of trouble out here on the
farm. And the hormones? Well he's much softer now, more compliant and
much more pleasant to be around you must admit," Mrs. Foster said as she
made her point. "And just imagine all the help we'll have around here
too."
"Well, I guess we're stuck on this one. It looks like Dale, or Deborah
will have to stay on now," Mr. Foster said, his head still spinning as he
set the papers down and Mrs. Foster gathered them up and put them away.
"Maybe it would be better to take him somewhere and get him fixed right
away so he can become a girl for real. You'll have what you always
wanted and then we can put all this behind us, forget about what you've
done. That was wrong and you know it but this is the safest way," Mr.
Foster resolved, taking the safest, easiest way out.
"We might dear, I'll decide if I want to go all the way with her. But
for now everything's just fine, I keep Deborah tucked nice and tight in
her panty girdle at all times, you won't be able to tell that she is
really a he. And I keep him so feminine now that neither will anyone
else who happens by! All they'll see is a pretty young lady," Mrs.
Foster finished as the kitchen became silent and both got up from the
table to call it a night.
Dale already knew the score. He knew about the hormones now and about
the paperwork and he knew he'd be staying on with the Fosters'. Mrs.
Foster had spelled everything out while he was dangling by his wrists,
decked out in that wedding gown and all those petticoats, his waist
cinched and corseted, his face made up even under the nylon stocking
hood. There might still be a way to reverse the damage she had done but
if she had him "clipped" that would be the end! He was now determined
to try to escape somehow! But where could he go? He was still a minor
and now? With all the hormones in his system things were really
confusing! But there had to be a solution.
It was still a half hour before sunrise as Dale left the house through
the back door and headed towards the bunkhouse. He had gotten up and had
gotten dressed for the day while the Fosters' were still asleep and was
now making his way across the back yard via the gravel path that led from
the farm yard to the bunkhouse. He could feel the cool night air as it
swirled around his nyloned legs and caused the skirt of his dress and his
slip to flutter in the breeze as he minced along on the high heeled wedge
sandals he wore outside. Finally he found the door to the bunkhouse and
crept inside.
"Andy..." Dale whispered to his sleeping friend as he quietly leaned
over his bunk. "Andy," he said again.
"Wha...what? Who's that?" came Andy's voice as he awoke still groggy.
"D...Dale? Is that you?" he said rubbing his eyes. He then quickly got
up and woke Wayne while the other boys slept. They then moved off to a
side room that was mostly for storage. They entered the dark room
quietly and closed the door. Then Andy switched on the lights in the
little room.
Andy held the paperwork that Mrs. Foster had shown to Mr. Foster the
night before. Dale had become quite able in knowing his way around the
main house. But he pointed out that he had to get back soon and get
those papers back in Mrs. Foster's desk in her office den before they got
up for the day. He noticed the hairdo, the nail polish on Dale and how
his perfume floated around him in the air like a feminine cloud. He
noticed the high heels, the silky nylons and the feminine house dress
complete with another of those frilly aprons Dale always wore in the
mornings to serve breakfast. "I know you guys are heading out today.
But it looks like I'm stuck here now. Anything I can do?" Dale asked as
Andy looked the papers over.
Dale looked around the room that thankfully was devoid of anything
feminine. He noticed the saddles, the footlockers for when extra boys
were in residence and he noticed the bottles of medications for cattle.
Milk replacer, injectable shots for various maladies and even a bottle of
testosterone designed to help bulls performance in breeding! Andy kept
reading then spoke. "It looks like you've been adopted by the Fosters'
now. This paperwork looks official, it's stamped and everything. And
this paper about a gender problem? Not sure what that means but here's
some doctor's signature that says all the tests are done," he said.
"What tests? I haven't had any tests?" Dale continued on.
"It says they are approving you for a sex change. All Mrs. Foster has to
do is sign and date the papers. And as a minor you don't have any
choice!" Andy said.
"Shit you mean she's going to turn Dale into a real girl?" Wayne gasped.
"It looks that way," Andy said.
But Dale commented, "I don't think she's going to do it, not for a while
anyway. She's just using it as a threat against me for leverage to get
me to mind her better."
"What's she all done to you anyhow Dale? We never see you anymore except
at meal time," Wayne said as both he and Andy moved in waiting for an
answer. They noticed Dale's dress, his still smooth shaven nylon encased
legs and how his hips appeared much wider and how his waist seemed much
smaller even with the apron tied tightly around it and into a feminine
bow at the back. They noticed the ribbon in his softly curled hair and
the makeup he was wearing. "She's still making you dress like a girl and
still doing your hair and makeup too," Wayne said looking on.
"No, I dress myself now, have been for weeks. And I have to do my own
hair and makeup too," Dale exclaimed as he looked around then noticed out
the window that it was getting later by the morning twilight.
"How can a boy get so good at dressing and getting all dolled up like
that, that good, just like a girl?" Wayne exclaimed. "You don't like all
that stuff do you? You aren't some sort of sissy or something are you?"
"No. But Mrs. Foster has a way of training you, to make you comply and
if you don't do it right you get punished. And it isn't long until you
learn that it's better to obey than to refuse. You do what she says,"
Dale added. "Look there isn't much time, I have to get in to start
breakfast before the Fosters' get up. If they find me gone I'll really
get it," he said then looked at Andy. "You're the oldest, they might
listen to you Andy. When you get back to the county, ask to see the
counselor tell him what's happened and maybe they can get me out of here.
I need you guys' help!" Dale whispered loudly in desperation.
"Well, maybe you could wait it out for a while and then sneak out and
just disappear some night. You could hitchhike out of here. By morning
you'd be miles away," Andy said worried about rocking the boat at the
county orphanage.
"I need to get changed back somehow before she goes all the way with me.
Anyway, where can I go in these clothes and like this!?" Dale gasped.
With a panicked look on his face he quickly fumbled with the buttons at
the front of his dress as Andy and Wayne looked on. He undid the top
three buttons, then slipped the straps of his white nylon full slip off
his shoulders exposing the white nylon lace trimmed brassiere he was
wearing. He unclasped the front and pulled the lace trimmed cups aside
to fully reveal his hairless chest and his now very real jiggling
breasts! The large areola and the nipples were a dark pink and the boys
gasped as they watched the large nipples engorging and becoming erect in
the cool room air!
Dale quickly re-hooked his brassiere and pulled his slip back up and then
buttoned the front of his dress as the others looked on with disbelief.
"I...I'll see what I can do D...Dale," Andy said with understanding now.
Dale nodded then quickly left the bunkhouse and scrambled back to the
main house.
Dale sat on the bench by the bay window in the living room practicing his
sewing as he watched the county bus load up all the boys as Mr. Foster
waved goodbye for another year. Dale watched as the bus drove away down
the driveway then saw Andy and Wayne at the bus windows giving a mild
wave as they rolled on by then turned down the gravel road and headed
back to town. "Did you see that?" Wayne said. "There he was again, in a
different dress this time, all lacy and frilly sitting there all made up
and with ribbons in his hair. And was he sewing something?" he asked.
"We'd better see what we can do to help Dale as soon as we get back,"
came the answer from Andy.
"I need to see the counselor tomorrow morning," Andy said to the guard
that had been standing, waiting for the bus to pull up and stop.
"You need to see who?" the guard returned.
"The counselor," Andy said with conviction. "There's something going on
out at the Foster place, something with Dale and he needs to know about
it!" Andy said sternly.
"Andy isn't it?" the guard said. "You're past 18 now. This was your
last year out there. You'll be getting released soon. I can put in a
request but if I were you I wouldn't rock the boat," he said with
assurance.
"Well, just the same I want an appointment," Andy went on.
"Alright! Everybody, you know the drill, move inside, single file!" the
guard barked as he herded the boys into the large brick building to get
them processed back into the county system and to get them put up for the
night. It took three days for the counselor to get the message and two
more for him to agree to see Andy. But finally he had his day in the
head office!
"I was there! If you get out of line out on the farm Mrs. Foster takes
over. She makes the boy wear a dress and makeup and high heels and
everything! And Dale, the last guy she got her hands on is still out
there! She's been giving him hormones, turning him into a girl and she's
been forcing him to act and behave like one too! Dale told me!" Andy
blurted out in a rant designed to bring swift action but instead only
brought a quiet smile from the counselor who sat behind his large desk.
"That's quite a story young man, Andy isn't it?" the man said with a
smile as he looked at Dale's folder in front of him and then some of the
other boys including Andy as well. "You are graduating from high school
this winter and you'll be 18. You've shown good character and it is my
recommendation that you'll be free to go," the man said. "We can help
with relocation and in getting you gainful employment or if you wish we
can help if you want to continue your education by attending college.
Why leave a black mark on your record by bringing the Fosters' into this.
They have done a lot of good over the years in straightening out unruly
boys and have a sterling record. Your case simply doesn't hold water
young man. You mentioned a Robert Jenkins? You said Mrs. Foster made
him dress as a woman too didn't you?" the man asked.
"Yeah, that's right!" Andy replied.
"Well it took a great deal of effort but we finally managed to locate Mr.
Jenkins. He said that although he was on the farm for two years that
nothing of that sort ever happened to him. He knows nothing about this
forced feminization you talk about and said it must have been some kind
of sick fantasy for you and the other boys, something to laugh about or
something scary like a campfire story!"
"And as far as Dale is concerned I have his paperwork right here. He's a
troubled youth. And part of the problem is that he has been diagnosed
with a gender identity disorder. He feels that he is a young woman
trapped in the body of a teenaged boy!" the counselor said looking at all
the official paperwork that was clearly in good order. "So you see, if
he is indeed wearing a dress now it is because he has been prescribed
this treatment by a certified psychologist and Mrs. Foster is just
helping him along the best she can. I told you that the Fosters' are two
of the most caring and respectable people in the community. You won't
find a blemish on their record," the man said as he got up from his desk
and led Andy to the office door. "You just mind your own concerns and
have a good life now young man. Drop in on us from time to time to let
us know how you are doing would you?" the man said with a smile as he
shut the door leaving Andy standing in the outer office as the secretary
looked on.
He then felt his head spin and knew that this wasn't the way it really
was but Mrs. Foster, she was the one who had all the bases covered now.
He decided to do as he was told and not cause any more trouble because it
wouldn't do any good, not now. It seemed now that Dale was well and
truly stuck as Deborah!
The farm quieted down considerably as late summer turned to fall. But
every day as Dale would sit quietly in his frilly dress with his stiletto
heeled and nyloned legs crossed working on his sewing at the large bay
window in the living room while Mrs. Foster looked on, he would often
search the horizon for the dust on the road that would reveal the site of
an approaching car. The car that would be loaded with officials ready to
take him away, to save him from the clutches of Mrs. Foster but as the
days and then the weeks began to pass his spirits were dashed at the
thought that Andy and Wayne didn't get through and that now no one would
be coming to help!
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