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FREDDIE'S CHICKEN NECK SOUP Stepping onto the campus Freddie was a little intimidated. The large old establishment had seen better times but still held a certain majesty all the same. While low-income housing had crept up to its grounds it was still a fine school that graduates could be proud to have come from. Freddie wasn't there to attend; he was seeking an inexpensive place to stay and more importantly a place of employment. The severe drought in the surrounding St Louis area had landed his family in hard times. Coming from a farming family his childhood was filled with joy. Taking care of animals and improving the land were rewards that validated the hard efforts continuously put forth. Unlike many professions, the results were physical and could be reaped within a season. It was very rewarding to have tangible evidence right in front of you. All your hard work will be harvested and stored or sold paying the banks dividends easily. If things had held, the family home could be paid off in the next five years or so. The three pastures that had allowed for the family to branch out into cattle, were already paid for. Their neighbor had become ill and couldn't work his farm any longer. They paid a fair price for his pastures and he tried to lease his fields to make up the difference. Desperately wanting to stay in his family home, he had figured a way to make things work. Unfortunately, he had rented his land to unscrupulous business people, by the time all of the neighbors discovered his plight there was nothing left to do. We all missed them when they moved away. Now faced with three years of a drought, the groundwater was giving way and water was the lifeblood of the farm. His family now felt the sting of selling off parcels of land hoping for better times. Freddie realized that he was now a drag on the family budget and hoped to find work and maybe send some money to help save the family farm. His parents were resourceful but were getting up in age and everyone has their limits. No water no money. The water pump they installed seemed to be a good investment at first but eventually became a very expensive paperweight. The corn that they had planted didn't even mature before the water ran out. Drying on the stalk, they could have used it for fodder but the cattle were already sold off. The only hope was to sell this reduced crop to someone over in the next county that still needed feed. Freddie was a good son. It hurt to watch him catch the bus as it came rambling up the dirt road. Due to the drought, there was an excessive dust cloud that trailed behind the bulky vehicle. This felt like an ominous sign. His parents had worked their whole lives to build something that they could hand down, now they watched their only son climbing aboard an old bus with virtually no help. They had such high hopes and things looked so good. The rug had been pulled out from everyone. Now their hopes hinged on Freddie being able to help them instead of setting up their child. Fred senior and Mildred walked slowly back to their home having watched the bus disappear over the next knoll. The only sight remaining was the dust the bus continued to lift into the dry air. Freddie, standing in front of one of the many bulletin boards, stood a little back as there were students in front of him looking to do the same their selves but for a much more relaxed reason. When the way cleared, he saw a promising price on a room for rent directly across from the south side of campus. It seems a widower rents rooms to young people each year as a way to get some income from her large seven- bedroom house. Normally she prefers female renters but she recognized that her neighborhood had deteriorated such that the girls did not feel safe. This is also why she reduced her asking price. To offset her expenses, she would no longer offer the board of the room & board. In some ways, she thought this might be a nice break. She was getting on in years and "Old Sally," as she was fond of referring to herself in the third person, didn't have the same energy to cook for six young people anymore. The price was right, not having a phone Freddie took off at a run as to not miss this opportunity. The address was pretty straight forward and after his full out run, he found himself knocking too aggressively at Sally's front door. When an already perturbed Sally opened her door, with the chain lock still engaged, she saw a ragamuffin boy too skinny and panting to beat the band. He was not intimidating in the least and Sally closed the door hard, unlocked her safety chain, and charged at the boy holding a broom to shoo the little thing away. Freddie having been surprised by her aggressive stance, backed up past the front porch and halfway down the stone one-piece steps. He held his hands up while he caught his breath. "Sorry, mam I just ran from the other side of campus, hoping to arrange for a room. I don't have a phone and I didn't want to miss out." "Well, you needn't have bothered." "Oh, sorry mam." Freddie started down the path away from what he felt would have been a very good arrangement considering his situation. "Where are you going boy?" Freddie didn't understand. The look on his, now that she could take this youth in, the kind face was confusion. "You didn't need to run all the way here as you are the first. I just put those notices up." Freddie's smile was infectious. Something about this child she felt an immediate kinship towards. When someone had taken her dog, she had posted a reward for max's safe return. A non-English speaking neighbor believed he had her animal and wanted to claim the reward. Two hundred dollars was a lot of money. He led her to his backyard where this small rottweiler mix was tied up. This was not her beloved dog, but she immediately liked this animal upon site. Offering a sawbuck for the animal this turned out to be one of her favorite pets. Freddie invoked a similar feeling she had towards this stray all those years ago. Sally looked at the boy sideways trying to see any hidden problems. Nothing revealed itself so she told him, "come here boy leave your rucksack in the doorway so no one makes off with it and I'll show you the accommodations." The questions from Sally were forthcoming and Freddie soon laid himself bare to what seemed to be a kind old soul. Many questions bordered on none of her business and way too personal, but Freddie took a liking to the old gal and answered truthfully to all of her questions. The only snag was when Sally got around to how he was going to pay his rent. Freddie admitted that he currently didn't have gainful employment but possessed three months' rent. He truly hoped she wouldn't ask for that amount. It would have taken all of his money. As it was finally agreed, two months' rent, would seal the deal. She was willing to take a chance on this young thing even though the beginning was interminably rocky. Now, Freddie started feeling up as to his prospects. Back to campus, he started, hoping for similar luck with employment. Traveling much slower now he was able to take in his surroundings. This neighborhood was indeed a little rough. Several seedy bars and two strip clubs were on the adjacent street. One of the strip clubs proclaimed something for everyone. Freddie laughed when he saw a cross-dressed restaurant. He didn't know what that was but thought it might make an interesting letter home. Freddie, despite his strange surroundings, was emboldened by the kindness shown to him by Sally. Back on campus, he started studying the bulletin board once again. All the advertising proclaiming help wanted he sought and tore off a little tab with their phone number. Back home he walked, feeling a positive vibe for the first time as things were not so up in the air any longer. He now had a direction and was making some progress. Before leaving campus, he noticed the "Campus News," a free paper. Grabbing one he checked and yes, they had a classified section in the back. This day was looking up. Not the greatest accomplishments for mankind but things had been going wrong for so long his little victory felt good. When he returned to Sally's house he knocked politely. When she answered there were two young men in her company. Sally had a key for Freddie at the waiting and apologized for not handing it over sooner but in her words, he bolted before she had the chance. Under her arm, she had the St. Louis Post, which she offered to the young up starter. A highlighter and a portable phone were the next objects she handed to the likable youth. CHAPTER TWO Freddie noticed that the campus bulletin board did not offer much above minimum wage. The college newspaper didn't fare much better unless you wanted to be an escort. Phone solicitors were paid way lower than minimum wage but had a bonus structure. Freddie wasn't going to fall for that one. The St Louis Post had several positions for construction. Carpenters it seemed were in high demand. Freddie wasn't a carpenter but he did help build several outbuildings. He thought that he might have a chance and could learn on the job as it were. As it turns out many of the construction companies kept ads in the paper so that when they needed help, they could call through the list of candidates that had responded. Currently, they were pretty much all filled up. Freddie ended up taking a job as a dishwasher at a BBQ joint. The only benefit was that food would be half off. At these prices, however, lunch was still a luxury that couldn't be splurged on. Nine dollars an hour was not what he envisioned; however, this would give him time to get something better. Not happy with his lot in life at the moment, Freddie persevered. An agreement is an agreement and he would do his job, if not to the best of his ability, at least to a high standard. It was just washing dishes after all. Freddie was well-liked, although not much time was spent outside of his work area. Where other employees had time to socialize, Freddie was kept busy by an endless supply of dishes. He did wonder why this BBQ joint didn't serve on disposables, like most places with this fare. A little red basket with parchment paper or just parchment paper is what he remembers from most of these places. But he kept his mouth shut as that particular advice could land him unemployed. The way the kitchen was positioned the delivery was right in his path. He needed to vacate his working area for the BBQ place to receive their delivery. Instead of what most youths would do nowadays, he helped the delivery driver to stock the refrigerator. This was greatly appreciated and made this driver's day go much easier. Glen was impressed with what he considered qualities gone in the wind with today's young people. The delivery driver was so impressed with Freddie's attitude, without even really conversing with him, that he brought him up to his superiors. A hard-working individual doing dishes is a waste. The owner of the BBQ joint would have disagreed but Freddie was about to be offered a job at the slaughterhouse. He was too young to drive a truck with a CDL but after inquiring about the youth Glen understood that he was raised on a farm. Freddie soon found himself a quarter-mile from his original employment dispatching chickens. No, this was not a job that anyone would choose, but at twenty-two fifty an hour, Freddie would be able to help save the family farm. This was very welcome news and he couldn't wait to call home. He would have to wait until he got back to Sally's boarding house. To have made good in such a short timeframe, made his less than joyful employment bearable. He could not wait to inform his parents of their good fortune. He was offered other jobs at the slaughterhouse, that were easier to stomach, but the pay was not good. The supervisor that was interviewing him, discovering his background, asked about his experience with hunting and dressing animals. Freddie had hunted for deer and they processed their own. The meat was wonderful as mostly they all fed off of the corn in the surrounding counties. It was also common to dispatch a chicken for dinner every other day or so. "It's all part of nature, our livestock has a good life right up until their meat needs to be harvested. That's just how things are." City folks seem to think animal products just martialize in the grocery stores. Upon hearing Freddie's response there are always openings for a slaughter master. Not many people want this duty. They even gave it a high title name trying to make it something it's not. The nature of this job demanded a higher pay structure to keep it filled. Upon hearing the sum, they were willing to pay, Freddie could justify this work to save the farm and he knew he could dispatch chickens without causing them pain. Back on the farm, he would regularly handle the chickens after feeding, petting the contented birds. When the time came, he would hold them as they had become accustomed and bring them out of sight of the other chickens. It was a belief that a frightened animal would inject adrenaline into their meat tainting the finished product. Besides, it is so much nicer for the chickens. They lived their lives and never had a scared moment to contend with, right up until the end. These are animals that never would have had a life at all if not for the intended goal. What they had on Freddie's family farm was an enjoyable existence for the time they had. This job was not that. There was something very different about these birds. Their eyes were blank. It reminded Freddie of some of the bad tv- series with walking dead or something like Elvira showing old movies while she made fun of them while showing off a crazy beautiful body to a very young audience. Which reminded him of Loni Anderson; "Mary Ann or Ginger?" still a timeless question. Julie Newmar or that sexy scantily dressed Mexican woman on the Spanish station children's show, Freddie's mind was wandering again. To get through this day he had to become disconnected. An endless supply of white-feathered chickens being pushed into his hands, "The hands of death," he mused to himself. A chicken with no soul it seemed, next on the shoot, sent to the waiting slaughter master, was picked up proficiently and turned upside down into an automatic slaughter machine. The carcass unceremoniously dropped onto a conveyor belt. Freddie's daydreaming led to a hardon that as he thought about it made him laugh. "My god if my coworkers see what is tenting my pants, they might believe I'm a serial killer in the making." Now as he is killing chickens with a hardon and laughing the reality of his statement made for a quick de-escalation of his male equipment. Shaking his head, he couldn't help but remember the gossip about old man Johnson. The rumor was he would have sexual relations with his chosen chicken, and just as he was about to get his rocks off behead his dinner. This always raised the question if it tickled and if that was where the expression of "choking your chicken," came from. Whoever started that rumor must have had a really large grudge against old man Johnson. Freddie wasn't even sure it was physically possible. But most of the surrounding three counties took that rumor as biblical. Farmer Johnson didn't have many friends. Certainly, no one would eat a chicken dinner at his house. When lunch rolled around, he was glad he didn't want to spend his small reserve on lunch. He headed outside for his break. Fresh air was what he was after. Outside but still on the grounds, he met some of his fellow workers. Josh offered him a cigarette. Not being a smoker, he thought of turning it down but for some reason, it seemed like a really good thing at this particular moment. His shaking hand reached out to the proffered item and said "Thank You." Thinking it ironic that while he was seeking fresh air, now stood next to smokers and inhaling his own little "cancer stick," as he was fond of calling them. Josh and Andy were old hands at killing chickens. They preferred this task as chickens seemed to be mean nasty creatures whereas cows and pigs were highly intelligent and reminded them of puppy dogs. The mindset probably would have been reversed if their jobs were to dispatch the other animals. The human mind is a coping mechanism. Andy asked, "first day huh?" While Freddie nodded, Andy and Josh started discussing, sort of Freddie or the situation, that these three found themselves in almost as if Freddie wasn't there. They compared themselves to others that had washed out at lunch and some that didn't make it that far. At the same time, Andy and Josh had come to the same conclusion. "You come from a farm?" This they asked in unison. They concluded that Freddie would make it. He was made of stiffer material. Freddie didn't answer their stated opinion. There was no choice. You cannot walk away from a solution to your family's burden no matter how distasteful. These chickens were going to be on somebody's plate, he might as well be the one getting paid. He could not fathom how he could earn more than he was receiving now. Although it was explained to him that overtime wasn't paid, he could work as many hours over the required forty per week. The whistle indicating lunch was over sounded off, seemingly very early. Freddie snuffed out the last cigarette that he had consumed and headed back into the fray. He had seen people chain smoke before and was a little bewildered that as a non-smoker, he had just reenacted that very thing. Realizing that his nerves were calmed from the, he didn't know, cigarettes. He pondered whether it was the chemicals; the nicotine or just the ceremony of the actions that had the calming effect. Coming out of deep thought again he realized he was performing the job he was hired to do once again. The whistle sounded off once again and Freddie wondered how someone would work more hours as the line was suddenly shut down. The chickens made a slow retreat back outside as time allowed. The conveyor moved the last of someone's future meal towards, well Freddie didn't know as everyone seemed to be leaving the building. He marveled at the fact he seemed to be almost clean. A whole day of dispatching birds and his clothes were still immaculate. A little sweat and cigarette smoke were the only evidence that he had tried to commit genocide against the poultry population. By the end of the first day, there already were the beginnings of self-loathing. He and his family needed this revenue. He would be coming back tomorrow. Walking home from his new place of employment brought him past the worst of the residences and the seediest places of business. Although he was small in stature, the lack of expression on his tired face made all that came in contact with him assume he was part of this neighborhood. No one hassled him or tried their whiles to gain an advantage over someone that belonged. Freddie did not understand the politics of these rougher neighborhoods and the residences of these seedy neighborhoods didn't understand the strength of a wiry farm boy that has worked hard all of his life. The ignorance of his simple walk home saved a lot of pain on both sides of this equation. Walking past the cross-dressed restaurant and later the strip club pronouncing "something for everyone," he could not help but to try and glean a look-see as he passed. It was only three in the afternoon as he passed the regular strip club and he noticed a couple of very attractive, if not hard looking, women standing out front before their shift started. Reaching the protection of his newly rented home, one block over where things seemed normal, Freddie went to call his parents. "This number is no longer in service," is the recording he heard. His father was the ever-practical individual. Any expense not absolutely needed was cut loose. Freddie had good news and desperately wanted to convey it. He needed the adulations to be able to continue in this new profession. He called their neighbor's home. "Hello Mrs. Johnson, can you get my parents to call me back at this number?" Yes, it was that Mrs. Johnson. It was only a rumor after all. Still, we had shied away from them. Three hours later Freddie called the Johnsons back. His parents were there waiting for the return call, Mrs. Johnson had written the number down wrong. She was such a ditz, no wonder her husband had taken to screwing chickens. This is how rumors get validated. Fred senior received the good news. He relayed to his only child that with what the Carvers were willing to shell over for the feed corn we would make it for now. He wanted to know when his son would be paid. Freddie was a little taken back, his father didn't seem concerned for his situation, just making the bills. A quick thought adjustment and Freddie capitulated that his parents were under a lot of pressure. Pleasantries were exchanged and a promise to write had been mandated. CHAPTER THREE Now that everything was headed in a good direction, Freddie started to realize that in the first six weeks, he had not even met his fellow boarders that "Old Sally," had rented to. The mundane task of washing dishes was physically draining. This surprised Freddie as he was used to doing much more work than standing in one spot and scrubbing until your hands turned into prunes. Killing chickens was physically less taxing, but mentally you needed to go to some other place to complete the day. This was exceedingly tiresome. Either way, this was exhausting and whatever work was accomplished the tangible evidence was nowhere to be seen. He entered the living room where all except Lenard were present. They had put an old movie in Sally's vcr. DUNE, a scientific geek drawing movie of a time gone past. All of Sally's renters were pretty much from poor families and probably slightly undernourished due to their poor upbringings. Everyone was pretty much engulfed in the movie and produced an unenthusiastic "hey," as Freddie came into their presence. Freddie just joined them too mentally exhausted to do anything else. While this group digested DUNE to its fullest capacity, Freddie noticed facial blemishes on everyone present. He also noticed that due to his bad diet of late, he also had fascial skin that would not be envied. When the movie ended, Freddie brought up the food situation. Back on the farm, he had fresh prepared wholesome food that didn't cause such ailments. "We need to figure out how to purchase and prepare acceptable nourishment." Most of those present lamented their lack of access to their mother's cooking. Freddie offered up that they should be able to pool their resources and have nourishing food that wouldn't cause skin problems that would drive every female away. Put in that light, everyone present was all ears. The twins piped up, "You mean like a hobo stew?" "Well good food, nourishing to our bodies without all of the other crap," was Freddie's response. We should be able to purchase groceries and prepare food and come out ahead financially. A win-win situation if we play our cards right. Sebastian offered up that he knew how to cook. This turned out to be true, but everyone's stomach was upset after his first go at cooking. Everyone was sure that his cooking would be very welcome wherever it was he had come from, but here everyone's stomach needed saving. This so far was a failed experiment. At work, Freddie found out that he could take as many chicken necks home as he desired. These items were not used. When you buy a chicken there never is a neck. What happens to the chicken necks? The automatic chicken killer severed the head at the top of the neck. The carcass and the neck, go down the line. It turns out that the chicken pluckers use the neck to hold on to the birds as their feathers are ripped from their skin. A big black rubber wheel with separations in its surface serves as a giant epilady. Once the bird is divested of all feathers, the neck is cut off. These are considered waste products. Freddie could go home with unlimited amounts of protein, free of charge. So, he did. In his lunchbox, Freddie packed five pounds of chicken necks. Back at the boarding house, he started browning the chicken necks in one pan and six large onions in another. Once browned he dumped the chicken necks into a roasting pan filled with celery, carrots, and more onions. This went into the oven at three hundred and seventy-five degrees. Forty-five minutes later he was adding all of the ingredients to a large stockpot. If he had the money for additional spices this would have been an exceptional soup. As it was this was still going to be very good. Upon the return of the renters of this establishment, the smell was captivating. Sebastian offered to concoct grilled cheese to accompany this delicious soup. His rendition included tomatoes inside the sandwiches. Still, it was very tasty and complemented the soup. The aroma of the soup didn't lie. It was now a standing order to replicate this delicious soup. Sally had entered the kitchen having smelled the delicious food prepared under her roof. She was so impressed that she asked to join supper. "Gladly Sally," was Freddie's response. The soup was as the smell advertised. It was delicious. Freddie was determined to get this recipe as near to perfect as possible. After all, if he could bring free protein to the equation then the others would have to produce all of the spices and onions etc. for the dish. He wondered if egg noodles would be a good additive to the equation. Now that the recipe was nailed down to three or four versions, chicken neck soup was at least served four times a week. The new regimen of food started to have an effect in short order. Sally was the first to notice, she had more energy than usual and simply had a feeling of well- being. Her own body has given up the ghost of feeling energized years ago seemed to have a new lift in energy and health. That was some soup. The calcium or collagen from the neck bones was revitalizing. Not only was the soup very nutritious it was a favorite among this group because it was hands-down delicious. The plethora of small bones was overlooked as a small annoyance, they imparted so much flavor to the soup that their existence was welcome. Each boarder had their favorite version of this soup. But everyone seemed to be drawn to any version of it instead of other dishes. Even when the twins produced BBQ ribs one night. It was delicious, but half of the boarders seemed to rather have partaken of the now-famous soup. Sebastian's need to improve his grilled cheese sandwiches ended with pepper jack cheese with fresh spinach and bacon. He did have a winner. It started to be very noticeable that everyone's face did indeed start to clear up. The lack of processed food with whatever was in the soup was working miracles. The closer to nature the healthier, everyone will be. This is something Freddie's mother was fond of reminding all in her presence. Freddie did miss the farm. During one very nice dinner at the boarding house eating a version of chicken neck soup, Mike asked the rest of the group if they noticed that their skin is different. This soup had the egg noodles and was more of a translucent broth, as opposed to Sally's favorite that was a potato base that was more like a chowder. He also claimed that his hair seemed softer and more manageable. This netted Mike a lot of ribbing. But when Jason piped up that he thought his eyesight might be improving, a large percentage of these dinners claimed the exact opposite. In all seriousness, though everyone's skin did seem to have a higher quality, including Sally's. Sally had a hypothesis for this improvement. She did believe that the calcium and collagen from Freddie's soup were having a very helpful effect. This was easily agreed upon as if something tastes that good and is so satisfying why not take any opinion that means the continued consumption of such a desired confection. And Sebastian's addition was also very welcome even if it got no credit for the health benefits. CHAPTER FOUR Talking with his parents, Freddie found out that although he was helping immeasurably, without the additional sale of the fodder his family wasn't quite making it. They turned off the electric and gas. Water was generated with the pumphouse run by a makeshift windmill that his father threw together. His father went to talk with the bank and negotiated a temporary lower payment but that would end in six months. They needed the weather to turn around. Freddie's help would do it for the short term but things needed to change. Until then the fireplace would provide enough heat and they could cook on it also. Walking home after one shift at the slaughterhouse, Freddie was deep in thought. He didn't notice the "waitresses" hanging out in front of the cross-dressed restaurant. While he was thinking about his family's dilemma, one of the employees hailed him down. "She" was insistent, as he was in his own world. "Hey there sexy," she said again finally getting his attention. She had witnessed him walking this way and increasingly thought he would fit in their establishment very well. At first, it was just a feeling, but, as the weeks wore on, he seemed ever so much more qualified to work with them. She didn't registrar a change in his appearance, just seemed to be more assured that he would make a very good-looking waitress. Freddie had stopped being brought out of his stupor. Not realizing where he stood exactly, he had an expectorant look upon his face. "How would you like to make one hundred and fifty dollars every night?" This good- looking male dressed as a waitress was enquiring. "What?" "Whatever job you have right now seems to end a few hours before our job begins, and I believe you could look very good and make a sizable tip base once you learn how to work the angles." "What?" Freddie kept walking this was not for him. "Your loss honey, with your beautiful skin and that luscious hair you could make a fortune." Freddie continued home, but couldn't get that "waitress's" comments out of his head. He didn't sleep that night. His family needed more money. What else could he do? On the way home from his job he stopped in at the restaurant. The manager hired him immediately. Normally employees needed some experience and had to dress to confirm acceptability, but Freddie was good looking enough without dressing. He was hired on the spot. He would start at the beginning of next week. A gut feeling had the manager asking if he needed some instructions. Once confirmed he wrote up some directions on the spot for preparing himself for work. Reading the requirements Freddie began to get nervous. Logically, he had no choice. The extra money would save the farm. Piercing his ears would bring down the wrath of his conservative father. Shaving his body, well that was just weird but it would grow back. Admittingly, woman's clothes and undergarments were always a source of curiosity. Now, he would find out firsthand how ladies things would feel. He truly did believe every boy at one point in his life wanted to know what these forbidden clothes felt like. Probably only because boys were not supposed to and it was forbidden. He wondered if Sally could help him. Sally thought it was great fun when Freddie told her about his new opportunity. The twins wanted in on the action hearing what the pay was. Freddie promised to recommend them as soon as he had cinched his position as he needed this job. Sally brought the necessary items to pierce Freddie's ears. Looking at the redheaded twins he realized that they too could look good performing as waitresses. Their hair and skin had also taken on very nice qualities. When he first met them, their hair was like tiny wires sticking out in all directions. And the skin was abominable, greasy, and pimple prone with uneven tones and freckles adding to the mix. Now they had let their hair grow out a little due to its new quality and manageability. The skin on their faces now had an almost porcelain quality to it and now the freckles just added to their "beauty?" Freddie wanted to know what the potato was for. Sally explained that when she pierced someone's ear she would jab through and didn't want the needle to go into someone's neck. This made Freddie extremely nervous. The whole house was gathered together to watch this little impromptu show. As things escalated and interest and questions were asked, she demonstrated on Freddie repeatedly. The stunned young man somehow ended up with three earrings in each ear. Three different stoned sleepers now adorned each ear. "Do you need help shaving or can you handle that yourself?" Freddie thought Sally might be enjoying this a little too much. She further offered that many of the former tenants had left behind many useful garments, for what Freddie now was undertaking. "Are you supplied a uniform or are you supposed to bring your outfit?" Freddie didn't know. He called the manager. Great, he needed money and now he was supposed to outfit himself in female outfits. Nothing was ever easy. He just got his ears pierced, THREE TIMES, and now this was probably a non-starter. No additional money and a father that was certainly going to be irate over his ears pierced. Sally came to the rescue. She brought the troubled youth to the basement. There in boxes were probably several wardrobes full of cast- off outfits from previous tenants. "Go shave your body and I'll assemble a few outfits for you. It'll be ok, I promise." Sally was getting into this and enjoying herself immensely. She could not wait until she had her little charge all dressed up. This was so fun for her. She had missed the comradery of her female tenants of the immediate past. This was a close substitute. She seemed to sense that Freddie would look like a cute girl. Freddie stood in the shower with his ears throbbing. He was a little upset that Sally had put three holes in his ears. He was also grateful that she had supplied the earrings to fit his holes. She also seemed to have what was necessary to go the distance and very little money needed to be wasted on this strange endeavor. Not only did she save clothes that her charges cast off she had a plethora of nail polish and makeup that was left behind. The water started to warm up and as Freddie soaped up his skin, he noticed for the first time it did indeed look softer and maybe a little shinny. Why, he could not fathom. Shaving his body was not going to help this image. As his skin became hair-free, Freddie started to enjoy the sensation a little too much. His little friend became not so little as he witnessed his legs becoming much more feminine. His arms and chest were next and the view created such a sight that Freddie went over the edge. He pictured himself as a woman and had ejaculated just by the sight of his hairless body. Things were a little different before he had shaved his body but after was a whole new ball game. Stepping out he was pretty sure he did a good job of it. Sally was knocking at the bathroom door. "put a towel around yourself and I'll come to help you." This made sense and Freddie complied. He soon found his toenails covered in pastel pink with shiny bits contained in the polish. Sally handed him white satin panties and relayed how to tuck his equipment and pull them into place. Next, she produced a new pair of pantyhose from of all places an egg, it was plastic, and having separated it pantyhose came from the inside. She showed Freddie how to roll this item up and stretch it into place without ruining them. What she didn't inform Freddie is that this was going to be an experience new to him. His freshly shaved legs, toes lacquered and lotion smelling of a beautiful female shining his skin to the max were now going to be covered in a material that women complain about but are very exotic when first put on. Freddie had rolled his sheer toe pantyhose into donut shapes and was beginning to pull them over his painted toenails. It was a good thing his penis was pulled back and somewhat immobilized. The site and feel conspired together to restart his hardon. As this foreign garment, by his own hands, was drawn up his legs, the feeling overtook his existence. Between the smell and the smoothness of his legs and body, this new material excited something within Freddie like nothing he ever experienced before. Now standing in front of Sally with earrings and painted toes with pantyhose covered legs, he didn't have a clue what was next. He couldn't express what he was feeling. Sally already knew he was enjoying this on some level. She wrapped a soft lacy bra around him. Adjusting the fit, she took breast enhancers that one of her former tenants left behind when she had a growth spurt. When she adjusted his breasts to sit on top of the enhancers, she was surprised by the amount of flesh available to complete the illusion. The dress she had come up with was a little black dress. This was a beautiful dress but the owner had gained thirty-two pounds and that zipper was not made to handle that kind of stress. She had left that behind. Shoes were a different matter. Sally's shoes would be the only ones that would fit. Luckily the shoes made in the time gone by were of very high quality. Sally never wore high heels anymore. Freddie was a shoo-in for the job he had excepted. The girl, now in front of Sally was quite striking. Just a little makeup and Freddie's image would be complete. Sally had him bend over and started her blow dryer. Doing his hair this way produced the most volume. His slightly longer hair did look much nicer now that he had made the chicken neck soup. If Sally wasn't mistaken, his hair did look not only softer but fuller also. Now she started adding makeup. Freddie was a knockout. Sally led Freddie over to the mirror and announced, "the extra money is in the bag." She did like this young man. A hard-working young person willing to do what it takes to succeed was a very rare thing. "Let's go and show everyone." Leading Freddie to the main area of the house. She understood that Freddie was doing this to serve a purpose, while the twins would do this for the money. "Wow she looks like that and can cook; we think we are in love." This was said in unison and must have been practiced. But the look on the participants' faces was mixed with a little shock. Freddie did indeed look to be a sexy young woman. Now Freddie was becoming uncomfortable, due to the concentrated looks he was receiving especially from Ziek, so he tried to divert the strange energy in the room to a light-hearted adventure. "How about if this sexy woman makes all you big strong men a mess of chicken neck soup?", He said tongue and cheek. Half of those gathered laughed immediately and the rest followed suit. Regardless of the inspiration, that soup was always welcome. It seemed to be almost addictive. Everyone was keen to see it cooked, that way it could be reproduced by any of the group. Unfortunately, Freddie's state of dress proved to be very distracting. No one learned how to make his famous soup that night. They all did retire to their rooms armed with fresh memories for relief that night. Some of them used it, some didn't, but Freddie certainly made an attractive female. And "she" could cook also. Taking on the task of cooking the meal Freddie forgot how he was dressed. It was only later, sitting at the table being served by anxious geeks trying for some reason to get "her" approval, that he not only enjoyed the attention but the soup and the very different feeling of how he was dressed and made up. He fixed his lipstick after eating and then noticed everyone was watching with great interest. "It just seemed natural to fix it." He said almost apologetically. He had gotten into character, practicing for his job next week, but didn't want things to get weird. The whole group chorused, "No problem at all," they had enjoyed the display. Sally, having enjoyed another meal not prepared by her hands, sat amused enjoying the strange fallout. The time spent in drag was bolstered by the positive attitude of everyone at the house. The negatives were said in jest and just helped all present to cope with the slightly odd way in which Freddie had discovered he would be able to save the family farm. The extra money would put him over the top. It was just breakeven but if he could keep this new job the farm would be breaking even just on his income. Everyone wanted to see him succeed. It is inspirational to see hard work pay off especially with such a hard-luck story behind it. He would still be killing chickens but this new job was the yang to his yin. Negative mind-numbing work in the morning and fun tongue in cheek work in the afternoon. Life sure was different when you left the farm. Ziek was especially trying to be helpful. He wanted Freddie to succeed. He volunteered the idea the Freddie should "stay in character" for a couple of days to get comfortable with the new clothes. Sally and the rest of the household agreed. Freddie volunteered Ziek to wash the dishes. Again, the household agreed. Ziek didn't mind as he smiled and garnered another long look at Freddie's sexy legs. CHAPTER FIVE The first day at Hamburger Joe's was a disaster. Freddie had got numerous orders wrong. He didn't drop any food but the delivery of the plates to the table was awkward enough that some customers felt almost assaulted. His presentation was not up to snuff as his hair didn't get fixed appropriately to the presentation required. The makeup was "half- ass," as one customer pointed out. His girlfriend ended up fixing Freddie's makeup right at their table. Freddie knew that this was not going to work out. This seemed confirmed as he looked over to the restaurant's manager that had the come over here look on his face. Freddie never felt more ashamed in his life. Dressed in drag and completely failing at a simple job didn't sit well with a youth that had never failed at anything before. Thank the heavens he didn't inform his family that he had more income coming. This was so embarrassing. He was about to be berated, dressed in drag in the middle of a full restaurant. Knowing that he has made a complete ass of himself, he lowered his empty tray to a vertical position and tried to walk, as instructed, to his doom. Approaching the manager with his eyes cast down and ready to take his tongue lashing for all his shortcomings, he stopped and assumed the waitresses' pose. The manager held out a business card to Freddie. The confused look on Freddie's face prompted the manager to inform him, "you are doing a good job, but the presentation is off. That appointment will be with Jane at the local beauty parlor." He wanted Freddie to go to a beauty parlor not fire him. "I'll be late for work tomorrow if I go." The manager shrugged his shoulders and walked away. A dumbfounded Freddie went back to the table that had been his worst presentation of the evening. They were gone but had left a large tip and a note. The note read: "Thank you for your exaggerated clumsiness, it was refreshing. We don't know how you can pretend to be so inept. PS you do make a very attractive girl." Happiness, confusion, and elation converged on a cross-dressed chicken killer. "I don't have a clue about what I'm doing, but something must be right." Freddie, in his abject failure, had been a success. Walking home in his new persona, he was too tired to get changed, nothing could get him down tonight. Three locals had some plans for the sexy little waitress that "needed to learn a lesson." They watched their intended victim come from the restaurant. They knew people paid these little "fags" high tips and wanted what he had earned. Upon seeing him they had additional plans. This little waitress was a hot piece of ass. She would certainly learn her lesson tonight. In short order, three locals were spewed out like yesterday's leftovers. The bantering and baiting were annoying, but when one of them decided to act on their threats the farm boy showed his strength and resolve. Having made bulls do as he bid three overstuffed "gangsters" were no match for someone that worked hard all of their lives. It was quickly spread around that no one should mess with Freddie the waitress. This was the stuff of urban legends. Freddie could now walk the streets at night safer in drag than in his male attire. Arriving home, Freddie didn't think much about the physical challenge he had just put to rest. What his thoughts were on was the trip to a beauty parlor. This was very intimidating to him. In retrospect, this evening was quite wild. He would need to file this away in the back of his mind. Someday this would probably be a good story. Life certainly can send some strange curveballs to you from time to time. Looking in the mirror he could appreciate what that customer's girlfriend did to his makeup. Somehow a few small strokes of this or that changed everything. The appointment was too close to his quitting time at the "Meat Producers." (This still doesn't sound better than slaughterhouse). How was he going to get changed in time to make his appointment? Inspiration hit, he could wear most of the undergarments to his first job and change in route. Walking along he noticed a Burger King and ducked in to make the change. Emerging from the bathroom three minutes later he was proud to have solved another dilemma. No makeup or hair, but he was going to a beauty appointment after all. He believed that was what they were being paid for. Arriving Freddie went to the front counter. A soft-looking boy in woman's clothes had appeared at their establishment. Jane came to the front immediately. She enjoyed these forays into an alternative reality. This was so much more fun than the neighborhood crones that demanded beauty treatments that were a little more than adding spackle to a hole in the wall. This group of customers was a real challenge. Freddie was scheduled for extensions and a dye job. Soon he would be sporting long auburn hair. Jane was a little concerned noticing how high a quality this young man's hair had. She called her supplier to bring the higher-end product. Two-hours later Freddie's hair fell down his back, the richest auburn with highlights and a fullness only young people with enhancements could display. No longer resembling a boy in a dress, makeup lessons were next on the agenda. Jane couldn't help but ask how his skin was so soft and supple. Freddie had no answer other than he and the whole household ate very healthy. She demonstrated makeup application while explaining all of the steps involved. Freddie was a quick study. He probably couldn't immediately duplicate what Jane was able to achieve, but with a small amount of practice, he believed he could. Off to work, after discovering that this session was paid for including Jane's tip by the restaurant, a very sexy "Freddie the waitress," ambled the rest of the way to work. He was already late so he enjoyed the walk to work. Normally he was always in a hurry. Always not wanting to do anything that might jeopardize whatever situation he was in. Now he walked taking in his environment. The appreciative stares he received, boosted his confidence. What he was doing is not something that anyone can pull off, yet he was being very successful at it. He did need to remember that a balance of bad performance and sexy looks seemed to net him the highest tips. Noticing several hoods take notice of him. The shock and change of plans showing on their faces, when they recognized who they were starting to target, really did energize Freddie. The urban legend is a great thing. The reputation of this small stature individual dressed in drag and presenting extremely sexy as the opposite sex was not to be messed with. Freddie had taught a sound lesson to three weak individuals that thought they were badasses. Now "his" reputation was that of a possible killer if he felt the urge. Work went a whole lot smoother this evening. Freddie was a hit. The auburn hair and flawless makeup sent a message that there was a new girl in town. And she was sexy even if she was "bad" at her job. The new sarcastic attitude by the sexy cross-dressed employee was a raving success. The tips were such that other "waitresses" started to emulate the new girl. The only problem was that with his success, Freddie was trapping himself into a feminized version of himself, that he knew his father would never approve of. This was a major quandary. He couldn't save the farm without incurring his father's disapproval. However, he could maybe even start to pay off the debt by crossdressing and making peoples' day better. Whatever the consequences, paying off the farm had to be logically the better path. When he arrived home a chair was pulled out for him as if he was an honored guest. The whole house was gathered together to see his opinion of Raphael's version of his chicken neck soup. They set a warm bowl in front of what looked to be a sexy woman now seated at their table. The expectation as he tasted this prepared version was highly charged. "It is good but you didn't roast the necks with the vegetables." There was an audible groan or agreement as to what went wrong. Freddie was halfway through the good soup when he asked for the accompanying grilled cheese that was customary. This soup was not on par with what he had prepared but it still was very good. "Next time," Raphael claimed he would produce the soup correctly. Freddie looked up to see Ziek studying him. He also noticed that Ziek was not the only one. As Freddie became more uncomfortable, several members of the household piped up, "you are exceedingly beautiful, Freddie." Freddie did not know how to respond. So, he intoned, "thank you, everyone." There were two major positives to Freddie's latest developments. One was that his other job took a back seat in his mind. It was so disturbing that the repetitive nature of his job netted dreams that continued his daytime activity into his unconscious. The second was that by himself he was able to carry the farm's debt and a little more. Seeking an audience with the manager, Freddie inquired if the restaurant needed more "waitresses." The manager jumped at the chance. It would seem easy to get qualified help, but in this particular endeavor, it was not. Recommending the twins for a position, Freddie kept his word and earned a bonus for finding new cross-dressed waitresses. This was doubled because if they worked out twins could be a higher draw. Between Sally and Jane, the twins turned out to be such sweet freckled counterfeit females, that their success was natural. Freddie was able to tutor them in what they needed to know. And when they walked home, they did that in the company of "Freddie the waitress." Things were looking up for the whole household. All of these tenants ended up at Sally's due to their lack of funds. Sally had started feeling more energized with this small group and the food that they prepared that she started to cook sometimes herself. She even tried her hand at the chicken neck soup. It wasn't Freddie's chicken neck soup but it was just as good, only different. Everyone except Ziek was addicted to Freddie's chicken neck soup. He only ate it when it was the chowder version. Potatoes and bacon added to the flavor in such a way it was irresistible. As the months wore on Freddie seemed to look more the part of a waitress, so did the twins. Two more of Sally's household were recommended to Burger Joe's. Both were hired and bonuses were paid to Freddie. For some unexplained reason, tenants of that household made convincing crossdressers. CHAPTER SIX Freddie's coworkers at the slaughterhouse started to notice changes in Freddie. He was softer and rounder. He also smelled of some perfume that they recognized. The hair held in a ponytail was the first major change that they noticed. Now they perceived breast growth and an expansion of his male ass into a realm that only female's owned. "What's up Freddie?" Freddie confessed his new job and the clothes hidden under his "work clothes" and the hair extensions. He informed them of the reason for the additional job and to his surprise, they seemed supportive. Josh even admitted that if he was smaller, he would take a go at Burger Joe's. They suggested that he could save a lot of time by just coming dressed to his current job. It was only them and neither ever remembered a single manager coming in to check on them. This offer seemed genuine. Freddie had a lot to think about. The hardest part was the makeup as he walked between jobs. It was true, he could produce his quota of meat and stay relatively clean. Freddie decided to try it out. He came completely dressed the next day. The only concession was gym shoes instead of high heels. His makeup complete and clothes that matched. His hair brought back into a high ponytail; Freddie was almost a complete female. Josh and Andy were impressed by the facade that Freddy could create. Josh, kidding around said that Freddie gave him a soft on. Andy was very quiet. Lunch rolled around. And the three found themselves in the usual place. A cigarette handed to Freddie and the proffered light as a gentleman would gesture to a pretty lady. The chain-smoking had not stopped in all the time Freddie was allowed to get acclimated to this terrible job. Before the third cigarette was handed to Freddie a toll was demanded of sorts. Andy wanted a kiss. While Freddie was thinking through this request, Andy moved forward and took what he had asked for. This set off feelings that Freddie never thought of before. His chest vibrated in reaction to Andy's probing tongue. Dressed as he was the sexual advance was received as he had presented himself. The advantage of dressing for his later job was somewhat diminished by the expectations of his coworkers. Confusion entered this equation. Freddie hadn't expected to enjoy what had happened to him but part of him did. Josh and Andy suggested that his nails could be done which would save him a lot of time. Truly it would. That was the worst part. The fake nails did hurt by the end of the evening. Stopping at the beauty parlor Freddie was informed that he could have it done and still make it to work in time. Acrylic nails made his existence scream female. His skinny frame coupled with, for some reason softer better-toned skin and hair that was uncut and becoming beautiful was complimented by the hair extensions, and what seemed to be breast growth? What was going on? With the hair extensions and now fingernails that matched his new facade, Freddie was very close to presenting full time as a female. The constrictive undergarments and bra must have added to his seemingly unexplainable breast growth. When someone spends so much time-limited by constrictive clothing something must be affected. Freddie had no other explanation for his state. It was so much easier at the slaughterhouse being dressed and presented as a sexy girl. Freddie capitulated to his coworkers' suggestions. The only problem was that they started treating him as a real girl. The smoking ritual was the same, but each took turns making out with Freddie and copping a feal. They also needed some escape from their, chosen profession. Freddie was used in an unwholesome manner. Being kissed as if he was a real girl and offered cigarettes as if that made everything better. The kissing wasn't so bad but the ass grabbing and rubbing his newly formed tits was disconcerting. When Josh grabbed his ass and commented on how nice it had filled out Freddie was concerned. "What did he mean, filled out?" Feeling like a real girl, Freddie wanted off this merry-go-round. He looked in the mirror and noticed that indeed he looked to have many similarities to actual girls. His breasts had grown to at least a "B" size and his ass was indeed larger than he remembered. The site of this would have normally turned him on but now seemed a strange convergence of events. How was this possible? CHAPTER SIX Just as everything was coming together, Freddie was called to the manager's office. "I'm sorry that I have to let you go, but we want crossdressers not transexuals at Burger Joe's. "What?" Freddie asked. The manager eluded to the fact that; Freddie was transitioning. "This is a family establishment and only crossdressers are hired. Freddie fell into a different category according to the manager. Freddie tried to put forth a logical exception but failed. His breast and ass shape-changing meant, that he was on strong hormones. Steven now having broken the bad news did let Freddie know that there was a silver lining. He couldn't work here but he could get a job at the adjacent strip club. They did after all offer something for everyone. Freddie would be something different. A very handsome transexual. Freddie didn't have a choice and Steven knew it. Freddie's life had taken a new turn. Looking at himself, he could not understand how things had changed so very much. Things had progressed so far without trying. Now without taking the new job he had no idea how he might be able to pay the family's debt. In almost a trance Freddie shuffled next door to the proprietor of the strip club. Danny was very excited to get his hands on this young transexual. He had seen him blossom right before his eyes and had many a nights' reliefs concentrating on what had befallen this young individual. When Freddie had no idea, what had caused his transformation, Danny was that much more turned on. "If only it was true that this young individual was transfigured without his knowledge." By the end of his interview, in which he was hired to dance for customers, Danny did believe that something had turned this young man into a sexy princess. No one had any idea what that something was, however. Sally, might have a clue, but she wasn't sure. She took a sample to a local lab and had it tested. As it turned out, the chicken necks had a very large amount of estrogen in them. Freddie had been feeding her whole house large amounts of estrogen. Freddie was the most advanced because he was the first to eat his soup. When Freddie had developed a very good version of his soup, he shared it with the remainder of the house. From then on, everyone wanted Freddie's soup. The others in her house were fast approaching the point of no return just as Freddie had. Ziek was the only person that seemed to remain "normal" from the group. He only ate the soup when it was chowder like. This explained why all of her charges were likely to get hired at the cross-dressed restaurant. She decided to make sure everyone would be ok. The soup from now on would be chowder like. Ziek would soon be converted into a classy female also. Freddie became a headliner at Poles are us. Sally couldn't be prouder. She had learned Freddie's recipe months ago. Now she replicated it at every chance she had. The twins were due to make that change any day now. She would help them make that adjustment also. Sally now had a new purpose in life. The hormones disguised in the soup gave her a lot more energy than she used to have. And Freddie's recipe was delicious.