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But, Alright! I get it! So here you are--enjoy! "Green Acres IX: The Final Chapter" "Come darling, I'll show you to your new bedroom!" Mrs. Foster said in the beginning as she led Dale upstairs then down the hall to the closed white door. As she swung the door open Dale could immediately smell the floral scent in the air. He then saw that the room was all done up, done up in as feminine a manner as possible. It was a girls room! A woman's room, a bedroom that looked like a boudoir! He gasped! He then saw the floral dress hanging over the open closet door and saw the lingerie on the bed that Mrs. Foster had selected and put there! He stopped short of entering the room, she heard him gasp as he tilted back recoiling, his tennis shoes digging into the hallway carpet. "Into your new room sweetie!" she ordered as she grabbed Dale. The struggle began as he tried pulling away. "That's a g...girl's room! I'm not g...going in that room, I won't g...go! You can't m...make me!" he gasped and grunted as he grimaced yelling angrily struggling even harder at seeing the lingerie and the dress nearby as he held onto the door frame! "Leme, leme g...GO!!" Mrs. Foster shook Dale and slapped him hard across the cheek twice showing she was the more powerful of the two then shoved him into the girlish room and slammed the door behind her once they were inside. She locked the door! "Sick fucking bitch! You c...can't d...do this, can't make me do this!" Dale gasped, his head spinning now as he pushed Mrs. Foster away! "I can do anything I want!" she ordered! "You're a little troublemaker from the county orphanage and you've been sent out here to the farm for the whole summer to learn to do some honest work for a change and to learn some manners! This nice room and your new clothes should take the rambunctiousness out you!" "I...I'll go back to the bunkhouse, I'll be good, you'll see! I'll do the work with the others! I'll be good!" he promised, but it was too late! "You said you'd rather work inside didn't you!? You said you wanted to get out of all the dust and the heat and the bugs and the dirt and be in a nice air conditioned house didn't you!? Well you've gotten your wish! And I can use the help so here you'll stay!" she ordered again. "C...can't you put me in another room or something? I c...can't wear a d...dress!" he gasped. "But you can wear a dress and you will!" Mrs. Foster said with an excited smile. "You're a misbehaving boy who needs to learn some manners. I find that putting boys in dresses, dolling them all up nice and pretty softens their manners nicely. You'll see it's very effective! And you'll stay home here with me at the house and you'll be all dressed up as pretty as can be for the rest of the summer! Isn't that exciting?" she said as she began pulling at his clothes, stripping off his cap and then ripping off his shirt! The fight continued with Dale losing! Mrs. Foster was surprisingly stronger and she giggled at her control over him! She was in her element! The large farmhouse sat on a large tree lined yard far from the main highway out in the country. No one would guess that in the upstairs room Mrs. Foster was struggling with Dale in a woman's bedroom, stripping his clothes off as he gasped at the sight of the lingerie on the bed and the dress hanging nearby! She soon had him in the bath where she continued! Two hours later back in the bedroom she was nearly done! Dale felt sick, felt his heart pounding and heard the ringing in his ears as he stood in the center of the feminized bedroom teetering on the white patent leather 5 inch stiletto heels, his now smooth shaven legs in the sheerest of nylon hose, shined in the light. The white lace trimmed nylon full slip also shined in the light, the long line bra underneath suitably padded with breast forms filled out the slip just as intended. He could feel his hairless skin still tingling from the Nair, the feel of the makeup on his face and the stiffness of his hair from the hair spray. The floral scent of the perfume floated about his head. He could feel the bra straps, the tightness of the white full satin paneled long legged panty girdle and the sheer beige hose gartered taut and high on his smooth thighs and felt the slimming tightness of the white lycra-spandex waist cincher. His mind reeled! His lingerie swished as his head spun. Mrs. Foster moved to the closet then took the shiny rayon floral patterned dress off the hangar and unzipped it then approached Dale, the fabric shining in the light, rustling! "P...please Mrs. Foster! D...don't don't make me wear a d..dr...dress!" he babbled, his head spinning out of control as he felt the makeup on his face, tasted the lipstick on his pouty gloss red lips and felt his long eye lashes flutter. He felt the coolness of the pearl necklace on his smooth chest, felt the dangle earrings in his now pierced ears as they brushed his neck as he tried moving away from Mrs. Foster and the approaching dress! Not being used to ladies high heels he stumbled backwards, his slip gleaming in the light, his thighs and calves brushing causing the sheer glossy nylon stockings to swish and zip! "Where do you think you're going Dale!? You're not going anywhere! Now you step into this dress so I can zip you into it and we won't have a problem!" she ordered as Dale resisted then began whimpering as she swished the dress open and held it for him to step into! Dale choked and sobbed as Mrs. Foster waited. She shook the dress angrily still holding it open. "You get into this dress! Get into this dress right now Dale! And stop that sniffling! You ruin your mascara and you're really going to get it!" she ordered. Finally, Dale lifted his high heeled leg, all smooth and nylon clad and ladylike as he stepped into the dress. He then put his other leg inside as she held it open. The room was silent except for the rustling swish, the sound of women dressing. She put his arms through the short sleeves of the dress and fluffed it up, pulling it up around him in a rustling swish then found the long zipper at the back. Dale's head spun! He teetered on the heels at hearing the zipper being pulled up, feeling the dress tighten around him. He swooned and grasped the bed post to keep from falling! "Don't you pass out on me sissy! Don't you pass out! You just stand there and take your medicine!" Mrs. Foster said angrily as she then did the hook at the top of the zipper. She then swished the wide white satin sash around his waist and as the satin whistled Dale could feel her tying the sash into a large and feminine bow at the back of the dress! Mrs. Foster smiled with satisfaction at her accomplishment! "There!" she said with satisfaction. "All finished and dressed up properly. "Now walk for me sissy! Move around the room so I can see!" she ordered motioning her arm back and forth pointing, wagging her finger, ordering as if a female "drill instructor" at a charm school. Dale gasped and choked a dry swallow. He wobbled teetering on the white, patent leather stiletto heels hesitating, his head spinning out of control as he stood at the corner of the lace fringe covered corner of the four poster bed ! "Get walking sissy!!" The order came again but louder this time! "You get walking or would you rather spend the rest of the day gagged and tied down to the bed to think about it!? Mrs. Foster hissed then added. "Or maybe I should take you into town like that shopping for dresses and lingerie?" Dale grimaced and choked a dry swallow as he began his walk. He stumbled and wobbled on the heels, the dress rustling, the nylons zipping as he lurched forward. But she made him continue all the way across the room and turn at the door. "Head up, chest out, arms at your sides wrists out! Walk on tip-toes! Keep your feet straight, walk in a straight line!" she ordered as Dale made the return trip. "Shorter steps, stand straight, legs closer together, shorter steps, mince! Now sway those hips, feel the heels, move with them, don't fight them! Short steps, swing those hips, mince!" she ordered. Dale made it back to the bed, gasping and dizzy from the strange sensation but she kept him at it. "Again! Keep going! Back and forth, you'll get used to it," she ordered. With no choice Dale did as he was told. Back and forth he walked, back and forth, then back and forth again across the large feminine boudoir which was to be his bedroom for the rest of the summer. She looked on, giving instruction when he would slip out character, watching as the teenaged boy Dale now feminized beyond belief, dressed from head to toe and from the skin out in ladies clothing and fully made up was forced to walk like a proper young lady! The lurching wobbles began to smooth out as Mrs. Foster continued. "Head up, chest out, walk tip-toed, flare your arms out, limp wrists! And then, slowly, he started to get the hang of it. His mind burned, his head spun. Out in the country in the secluded farm house in the upstairs corner bedroom he was wearing lingerie and a dress and being made to walk like a woman! His mincing steps became straighter and his hips began to undulate as she marched him across the room to turn in an almost pirouette before returning back across the room. The walk smoothed out, he began to move in as feminine a manner as she had dressed him! She smiled with pleasure as the dress began to rustle and she could begin to hear the familiar "shick-shick-shick" of the sheer nylon hose as they zipped against his smooth calves and thighs as he minced and wiggled along! She made him swirl in front of the full length mirror, holding the hem of the wide sweeping skirt with his gloss red polished fingernails then return to his walk! "Lovely! Lovely. Keep going sissy!" she ordered. Dale gasped breathing through an open dry mouth, his eye's wide, his head spinning at what was happening to him as Mrs. Foster smiled and began to chuckle at the sight knowing that she'd fully Naired, plucked, pierced and powdered and then fully dressed a teenaged boy as a woman, as her version of a proper young lady! "Zip!" The nylons whistled again as Dale continued to mince and wiggle and "shick-shick-shick" across the room on pointy heeled white patent tip-toes, the dress rustling loudly as his movements became more and more feminine! Mrs. Foster, nearly beside herself with satisfaction and excitement giggled further then tilted her head back and began to laugh at the sight, delirious with excitement at what she'd done to Dale and the power and total control she now had over him! And the rustling of the shiny floral rayon dress and the whispering zip of Dales tightly gartered nylons continued! "How do you like your first lesson sissy boy!?" she said still giggling! "I...I'm n...not a sis...sissy boy!" Dale said in a breathy gasp as his walk continued. "Faster! Faster sissy!" she ordered hustling him along to keep him busy. "Swish that skirt, make those nylons zip!" she giggled as he flittered around the room forced into the ladylike movements that had now become almost an over-the-top caricature. "You're not a sissy-boy!? Well, all dolled up like that and in a dress and swishing around this feminine bedroom just like a little lady you certainly aren't much of a boy now are you!?" she reasoned. "I d...don't want to do this Mrs. Foster! Let me g...go back with the others in the bunkhouse! I c...can't do this! Leme g...GO!" Dale gasped his head still spinning! "Okay, Stop walking. That's enough practice. Now we'll put the practice to good use. You can help me in the kitchen. We need to bake 6 dozen cookies this afternoon!" she said as matter-of-fact! "Wha...what!? I c...c...can't g...go downstairs in this, this d...dress!" he blathered, the panic evident in his voice! "I went to all the trouble getting you properly dressed. What did you think was going to happen sissy? That you were just going to sit around your room all day? No. You're here to help me with the housework and that is exactly what you're going to do, starting right now!" she ordered. "B...but I c...can't do it in a d...dress!" he stammered, his eyes rolling as he swooned again on the verge of fainting. Mrs. Foster came near and spelled things out. "Yes you are! You're going to wear that dress and you're not going to put up a fuss, do you understand?" she said as she fluffed his dress, adjusted the sleeves and the sash and fussed with his now curled hair that had been hair sprayed tight into a feminine style. "You're going to wear proper lingerie and a pretty dress with nylon stockings and heels every day and you'll sleep in a pretty nightgown on satin sheets here in your bedroom every night, understand?" she asked waiting for an answer that didn't come because Dale's head was still spinning his eyes wide, his long lashes fluttering with a dizzy stare as his eyes began to roll. She pulled him out of the room, downstairs towards the kitchen and the start of his chores dressed as he was and continued talking on the way. "You'll get used to the heels and wearing dresses in no time. And you'll get used to moving and acting like a proper young lady too, I'll see to that. Then, In a couple of weeks it should all be second nature to you," she said then added. "Since 'Dale' isn't a proper name for a young lady I'll be referring to you as 'Deborah' for the rest of the summer. Do you understand Deborah?" she asked as they moved down the staircase and across the living room. "Do you understand Deborah!?" she asked again as Dale sniffled then finally replied "yes Mrs. Foster." "While the cookies are baking I want you to set the dinner table too. Then I've some clothes I want you to fold and some bath towels to put away, I'll show you where young lady. You'll learn where everything goes in no time!" she added spelling out "Deborah's" duties. "I'm not a young la...lady," Dale whimpered as they entered the kitchen. Mrs. Foster took a frilly vintage apron from under the sink and quickly tied it tightly around Dale's waist then continued spelling things out! "You'll dress and you'll act like a proper young lady. You'll answer to the name of Deborah and for now be mentioned as being my niece visiting from out of town. You'll pay attention as I teach you how to dress and how to do your hair and makeup like a proper young lady and as I teach you how to move and gesture and act and speak softly just as a young lady should. You'll be taught how to sew, how to knit and crochet and how to cook and to keep house as well. You'll be allowed to read ladies magazines on fashion and style and to watch television shows suited to women when possible. You will only be allowed to dress and act like a young woman and you will only do women's things. Understand Deborah?" she finished with authority. "My n...name's D..Dale!" he retorted with panic standing there in the vintage house dress, the frilly apron and in the nylons and high heels with the knowledge of what he was about to be going through for the rest of the summer! He felt his stomach tie in knots and felt faint as Mrs. Foster set about meticulously pulling him deeper and deeper into her web of femininity! "My name is Dale!" he whimpered. "Yes. I know your name is Dale. But I just forgot it!" she said firmly. "Deborah is the new name you'll be known by now. Isn't that right Deborah?" "Wh...why are you doing this Mrs. Foster!?" he gasped in panic at his situation. "It's simple sweetie," Mrs. Foster cooed as she fiddled with the bow of the frilly apron at the back of Dale's dress. She then leaned in to whisper and put her hands on his shoulders, as if she was revealing a secret! "I just love feminizing young teenaged boys!" she said, the sound of intense satisfaction, the almost sexual pleasure in her voice evident as she teased Dale. Almost delirious in the fact that Dale was now under her inescapable control! "You're going to learn to be ladylike, feminine and demure darling. And you're going to dress and act like a proper lady at all times. Just remember, we're a long way out in the country and nobody but the county knows you're here. You're an orphan and nobody really cares. They'd love it if I moved you out permanently, it would save them bed space and money. You just do as you're told and you'll get along. Because if you don't? Maybe we'll just keep you here, keep you on after the summer is over. Maybe we'll look into making you our foster child. Would you like that darling?" she cooed. "Because if you don't cooperate with your training I'll simply have to take sterner measures! We'll keep you smooth and all made up and in your pretty dresses of course but if you don't follow along and you resist me I think I'll have your little nuts 'clipped.' Then I'll start you on female hormones to further soften you up and to get your mind- right!" she giggled with pleasured excitement at the mere thought! "But I'm getting ahead of myself dear! That's down the road if you don't play along with my little program here. You don't mind or put up any fuss any fuss at all and by the time I'm done with you you won't even remember what it felt like to wear a pair of pants! Or to pee standing up!" she giggled. "Understand now sweetie?" she said with a smile and a lilting feminine tone as she looked at Dale's vacant open mouth gaze. "Yes. Yes I think you do understand," she finished then stepped away to gather the cookie sheets and ingredients for the cookies as Dale stood there trembling, gasping open mouthed through his red lipsticked lips, his stomach churning into knots, his head spinning at this new revelation! "Come on dear, cookies remember? We'll start with sugar cookies then peanut butter cookies and then I think those oatmeal ones with the dab of strawberry jam in the middle?" Mrs. Foster said motioning to Dale with a smile to start work with her in the kitchen, her mean demeanor now gone as she looked upon Dale now as if he really was a young lady named Deborah! He felt the goose bumps and the chill ascend his spine, the hair on his neck stood on edge, his head spun and his mind reeled as he moved to cross the kitchen, the white patent leather stiletto heels clicking loudly on the wood parquet floor, the shiny floral rayon house dress rustling the tightly gartered nylons zipping as he minced and wiggled to the counter, the sickly sweet perfume swirling around his head as he walked to Mrs. Foster's satisfaction just like he had been instructed to walk up in his feminized bedroom boudoir only moments before. Hopelessly stuck, the panic swirled in his head, he had no choice! The "shick-shick-shick" sound of the nylons filled the room as he wiggled to the counter and began his chores. Dale did the best he could over the following weeks but it was apparent that Mrs. Foster wanted more, much more! He was remanded to the Foster's as a foster child with the county glad for the help in placement. Mrs. Foster had once been a grade school teacher so Dale would be "home schooled," Little did the county orphanage know that in addition to his regular studies Dale would also be studying more, much much more. He'd be learning cooking, keeping house, sewing and how to dress and to primp and preen and fuss and when she had him wear seamed hose how to keep the seams straight, just like a vintage lady-of-the- house! Mrs. Foster kept a close watch on Dale but even so, every now and then he was able to sneak away from the main house and to visit with the other boys staying in the bunkhouse. He pleaded his case that first year with Andy, Wayne and the others, told them what was happening and asked for help to get him away from Mrs. Foster. The other boys watched in horror as over time Dale was forced to stay in dresses and noticed him becoming even more feminine as the summer drew to a close! But Mrs. Foster had done her homework and covered all the tracks. Dale was now Deborah and he was at the Foster place to stay! That first summer soon ended as Mrs. Foster continued on with Dale. Then another 4 years passed! Mrs. Foster had seen Dale sitting at his vanity freshening his lipstick and fluffing his hair as he sat at his vanity in his white, lace trimmed nylon full slip. Content with his appearance and actions she then moved to the living room to finish reading an article in one of her ladies magazines. A moment later Dale entered the room in an attractive vintage house dress mincing on his stiletto heels, his shiny nylons whistling with each step. She knew he had already put the dinner in the oven as she watched him head into the kitchen to set the table for supper. She smiled with great satisfaction as she watched Dale cross the large living room. He walked like a woman now. The short mincing steps on the 5 inch stiletto heels, the sway of his hips now widened from the administration of female hormone pills and twice monthly injections. His smooth shaven, powdered and perfumed legs now clad in the sheerest and shiniest of vintage ladies nylon hosiery shined in the light, the feminine, ladylike whispering zip of his thighs and calves brushing together and the rustle of his petticoat and shiny rayon dress filled the room as did the scent of the floral perfume that followed him. The fight over now, Mrs. Foster had gotten her way. It had been 6 months since Dale's last procedure. He'd had facial feminization and laser electrolysis and had been castrated a year earlier to allow the female hormones to more quickly and more radically shape him into feminine form. The final procedure saw Dale back in the operating room, this time having his penis inverted and his lower pelvic area reshaped and sculpted. When the doctor was done Dale had become, legally, Deborah! He had ample woman's breasts, a trim waist, wide hips and now, between his legs, a trim woman's vagina, the mound complete with a labia lined "slit" making him indistinguishable from any other normal woman. Dale was a woman now! The estrogen pills and injections continued when Dale returned to the farm and a few weeks later was totally healed up and living his new life fully as a woman! And when Mrs. Foster was satisfied the effect was now quite permanent and quite inescapable the feminization lessons were concluded and Dale stayed on as Mrs. Foster's now adopted daughter Deborah! And no one ever came out, no one ever called and no one ever inquired about Dale. Deborah had simply and quietly taken his place! But even this wasn't enough! There was something more Mrs. Foster pondered. Her thoughts and another plan began to take shape soon after Deborah's 21st birthday. That gleaming white satin wedding gown with all those rustling frilly petticoats that Dale had become well acquainted with during his training period might just be put to proper use now! He was, after all a woman now! Did she dare!? Grace had always been a bit of a matchmaker. Surely, as attractive and feminine as Deborah had become it would be easy to find a suitable man her age, one that was nearby so she could keep tabs on him. Dale could continue on in Mrs. Foster's feminized world, forever stuck which thrilled her to no end! Dale could experience the feminine life full measure then, as a proper and very real housewife, which of course would be complete in every way, including his "wifely" duties! The thought of the ultimate feminization thrilled her! She looked out across the large spacious lawn watching as the amber leaves fell from the trees, swirled to the ground then blew across the yard. It was October now. Eight months. She only had eight months to see her plan to completion because she so adored a June wedding! And as her thoughts raced the thought of neighbor Cal Benson's boy Dave came to mind. He was a young handsome man in his mid 20's and she'd nearly blushed with envy to notice the generous bulge at the front of the young man's pants. Could it be possible? Could she orchestrate such a plan? Deborah was a woman now. She'd been living quietly on the farm for over 4 years, she'd passed her GED and all her papers now showed her as "female," she was now skilled in the duties of being a lady-of-the-house. And my oh my thought Mrs. Foster. Deborah was attractive! So much more feminine than any of the other girls in the area, such a girly-girl now. It would be easy to set her up with a nice man! And with Dale or the thought of him simply having faded away with all the other faces that came and went every year from the farm and now Deborah replacing him enough time had passed. Deborah had been adopted. She didn't associate socially with anyone but was seen in town shopping and such and the only recognition anyone had was that she was an attractive young lady named Deborah Foster who lived at the Foster place out in the country, just down the road. What would go through Dale's mind on the wedding day, when he was all dolled up in white lingerie, laced into a white satin corset fitted with several frilly silky petticoats, perched on impossibly high white stiletto heels and zipped that gleaming white satin wedding gown and then walk down the aisle with the veil and the flowers! When Dave got the new Mrs. Benson's gown and petticoats swished up and got those long smooth ladylike legs clad in shiny white sheer nylon stockings in the air on that first honeymoon night what would Dale think? Would Dale struggle when Dave got between his legs? Would he fight and pull away when he felt Dave working his throbbing erection, the head reddish purple and dripping with excitement as he worked it up and down Dale's now womanly cleft? What would go through Dale's mind at that first sensation when Dave entered him and Dale's new vaginal lips were splayed wide, the vagina filled and stretched tight as it grasped around Dave's throbbing member. How would Dale feel to have Dave on top of him, humping and thrusting into him? How would Dale feel about his new "wifely" duties? Mrs. Foster felt her thighs begin to heat up under her tight satin lined wool skirt, her vaginal lips begin to engorge at the mere thought! She gasped as she felt her face redden slightly and her head spun with nearly uncontrollable delight until she managed to calm herself. But her plan was fully realized now, she knew what she must do! Then Dale, would experience the ultimate in feminization! "Deborah? Deborah dear?" she said still a bit breathless as she put her ladies magazine down and got up from her chair then smiled excitedly as she quickly minced to the kitchen. "Deborah darling I have just the most delicious news!" Mrs. Foster brimmed as she turned the corner into the kitchen. Moments later Dale gasped, the sound of a dish shattering loudly on the kitchen floor could be heard followed by Mrs. Foster's loud, unrestrained laughter! Her plan was now complete, Dale's situation was now inescapable! She felt a bit sad, a bit vacant at the thought of losing Deborah. But, she consoled herself with the thought that there were other boys who would be moving out to the farm to work the next summer and the summer after that. She ran the farm. And as her husband well knew, she always needed help around the house! Then as she had run her plan out completely she was able to enjoy her "daughter's" wedding. Several days after the ceremony and once the honeymoon was over and the couple was settled in their new elegant country home Mrs. Foster paid Deborah a visit as mother and neighbor! It was a lifestyle for Dale now, there would be no escape. Mrs. Foster marveled at how proper a housewife and how ladylike Dale still was after all her lessons. She did notice something different about him though, that vacant stare over afternoon tea, that extra little wiggle in her step when she walked. "Mmmmm, wifely duties," she said giggling to herself with satisfaction as she smiled sipping her tea. The following spring the phone rang, it was the county orphanage. They were wondering if in addition to the six or eight boys they were sending if they couldn't send just one more? Mrs. Foster asked what they had in mind. It seemed that they had a 16 year old boy, who they couldn't seem to keep in a foster home. "It's really a touchy subject, a bit embarrassing actually Mrs. Foster" the lady at the other end of the phone said then continued. "It seems that when we place him he does alright for a while but he always seems to get into the woman's things? You know? They catch him in a dress or some lingerie and such and well, they just don't want a foster child like that around." "Poor, poor dear!" Mrs. Foster replied. The lady on the other end of the phone couldn't see Mrs. Foster's broad smile! "We thought that maybe, well, would you mind working with Terry over the summer this year? We know you folks always take our problem boys but this is different, he's not a trouble maker, he's just...different," The lady said. "We always have room for one more! Poor darling!" Mrs. Foster replied with the well practiced easy feminine and genuine tone that sounded like Aunt Bea or a motherly old grandma and you were certain the smell of baking bread was on the way through the phone line she was so convincingly sweet! Arrangements were made, Mrs. Foster shrugged off the apologies the county orphanage offered but accepted the grateful thanks for "trying to help," But, her mind was already whirling! Just imagine, a boy who actually liked women's things! She swooned! The county was hoping for a cure and Mrs. Foster agreed to try, certain there was a "cure" for poor Terry's condition. She was also certain that with her connections poor Terry would soon be cured indeed, only her cure would be a little different!