From City Wimp to Country Bitch

Damon had become such a pathetic wimp, mincing and lisping, that his Mother decided to send him to Cousin Eleanor's ranch. Sometimes desperate steps were the only way.
Aunt Eleanor knew a sissy when she saw one. "You can't work on the ranch," she declared, seeing the way his knees slid to one side as he stood in front of her. "You'll do needlework with me and the girls. Nancy, Heidi, go get yer cousin some pretty rags so's he can sit with us."
When Damon came down, in a pretty summer dress with puffed sleeves and a little lace collar, with broderie anglaise round his petticoat, the boys drooled at the sight of him. "Aunt Ellie," cried Cousin Matt, "we'll take Cousin Damon for a walk, show him round the ranch."
The youth got a knowing look from Aunt Eleanor. "You take it easy on him, okay!" she said with a growl. The new arrival got no further than meeting work hands Flint and Barnabas, before he was taken in back of the cow-sheds, fastened to a post, and his panties pulled down. The boys' cocks were instantly stiff and bold as brass, and had plenty of rodding and squirting to satisfy them. Cousin Damon was returned, an hour later, to do his needlework, in what was to become a daily ritual, with only the prettiness of his dresses and the freshness of his lingerie changing from one day to the next. Life had never been quite so rich and satisfying for everyone on the ranch.