Chapter 4: Jasmine’s Examination

The heat of the day was just starting to become sweltering by the time the sun was highest overhead. By that time, the figure in the check print dress and wide brimmed hat, though he didn’t look it, had reverted back into the person that had arrived at the commune a day ago, James Markham. Still he could to some extent understand the attire. The airline had lost his luggage and the clothes he wore were still in the wash. This was all there was available in a house full of females. At least they had removed his hands from the side cuffs on the belt, even if it meant that his cock was in chastity. “It made sense,” he reasoned carrying a basket of peaches to the wagon. “If they wanted him to work in the orchards he would need to have his arms free.” Setting down his load, he adjusted the sun hat on his head and took a deep drink from the water bottle at his side.

“Break time girls,” River Rawlings called out. “One hour, get out of this sun,” The 25 year old then turned to the new arrival. “That’s it for you today Jasmine,” she declared starting towards the flatbed that was lined with low wooden walls. “Mom wants you in her office for a physical. I saw the Bordeleau truck with her in it a while back so she should be there now.”

“My name is Jimmy,” he insisted with a frown putting his bottle back in his pack and trudging after her.

“Not in that dress you aren’t Sweetie,” she grinned holding the door open. “And those pouty lips. No, when you look like that you’re Jasmine,” she judged guiding the sissy in training into the cab and letting her fingers lightly glide up the crevice of her ass as she did so.

Jimmy involuntarily shuddered and chewed his bottom lip when he felt the soft caress of her fingers in his crack. “Had he paused slightly when she had?” he asked silently. “What was happening to him? At least he was going to the doctors.”

“You’re quiet today,” the dark brown haired futamute observed shifting the vehicle into gear and starting back.

“I want my clothes back,” he grumped.

“Oh, you didn’t hear? The washer broke. We’re going to need to buy a new one,” the older girl lied watching the 14 year old’s face droop even more. “The upside is, you’ll get your stuff hand washed. Besides, you look so cute in your blue and white checks. Nice frilly shoulders too. Have you ever thought of letting your hair grow a bit more, Baby? It would really enhance your look.”

“Not really,” he mumbled as the pickup turned the corner at the end of the field and entered the barnyard.

River saw the red Bordeleau truck still parked next to the house near the entrance to the clinic and feigned a yawn to cover the curl of her lips. “The twins are still here, that was interesting,” she surmised pulling up next to the other vehicle. “Come on Jasmine, time for your appointment.”

“My name is Jimmy,” he muttered following her into the building.

As Darlene Markham sawed her nine inch length in and out of Laurène Mercier’s rosebud, who lay face up on the kitchen table, she reflected how was fortunate she and Sarah were to have such capable daughters living under their roof. There was certainly no way she was going to get anything done today, not with all the curiousity about Jasmine fluttering throughout the commune. Moriah Mercier had shown up about an hour ago with her lovely daughter, ostensibly to by some cherries and inquire about the peaches, but that subterfuge was ill executed.

To be sure, there were two baskets of the first on the counter, but given that the latte skinned French native also taught at the local school, it was no secret that she and Mirabella Lambert were good friends. Each had sissy daughters as well. “I only imagine what that must be like,” she lamented with a tinge of envy. That the farmer’s nephew, soon to be niece, would be coming to live with them had been known for some time now. Likely the one teacher had filled in the other about the house call the doctor was making. Given the time that the younger Markham sister had driven through the gates yesterday afternoon, it stood to reason that Jasmine’s physical would happen today after Sarah had returned from town. And thus here Moriah was, buying cherries and bearing the gift of her sissy daughter.

As she watched Laurène gulp down the piss of her mistress the Markham woman appraised the figure beneath them. In the three years since Moriah had brought the former Laurits Neilsen home from Roskilde, Denmark where she had been teaching, she had come so far. She had lovely full breasts and hips now with a tummy that spoke of ample appetite. 36D - 25 - 37 with considerable stretch capacity in the middle is what her long time lover had told her the other day. And her cock had come in nicely as well over time. It was now seven inches long and six inches thick. Nothing to write home about if you were a genetic female but Laurits had been somewhat smaller when he had arrived. The long sandy blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and pliant lips full and red only added to the vision that was now Laurène Mercier. Add to that her willingness, nay, eagerness to serve and she was, in Darlene’s eyes, the perfect sissy. She could only hope they would be able to develop Jasmine in the same way.

The blue flatbed driven by River Rawlings pulled into the yard next to the red pickup belonging to the Bordeleau’s. The pair glanced up at the screen and saw that the doctor and the twins had also noticed the other vehicle. All three donned the long white jackets of medicine over their naked bodies as the dark haired girl herded the 14 year old through the door and into the office. Darlene slipped the milking sleeve that left the crown of the cock open to the air on the stiff tool in front of her and activated it as Moriah adjusted her position slightly on the face of her daughter. Pulling her cheeks apart, she hunkered down a little more and sighed as her assflower bloomed as a sludgy log of filth oozed out and through the open lips of sissy the 42 year old was fucking. The two commune sisters shared a grin as almost immediately the captured pipe between them began to splatter long thick ropes of cum on the underside of the girly-boy’s breasts with each of her swallows. They returned their attention to the screen when Jasmine, in her blue and white checked summer dress, entered the examination room.

The doctor had recovered enough by the time that she had left the Lambert cottage that she could feel herself hardening again. The two Bordeleau girls were just finishing up unloading the last of the turnips, carrots, and other vegetables from their truck into the larger one that would drive south on the D142 to Saint-Aigulin to supply a grocery store the commune had a contract with. Two other vehicles were in line behind theirs, but they would be going in different directions. The red pickup would be driving right past her country office. With all the curiousity surrounding the arrival of a new sissy in training it had been an easy task convincing them to give her a ride.

While the pair had some similarities, one who never mistake them for twins from a first glance. Gina, ‘Queenie’ to her friends, barely resembled her much shorter parent Dominique. She was taller than Sarah’s own 5’8” and had outgrown her breeding in bra size and cock measurements. Her grey eyes were a product of her Seed Mother Valmu Annala, a Finn who resided in Libereco and her copper blonde hair was a mix of the two. The smattering of freckles that were barely visible on her Egg Mother was more pronounced with her. Ginny, on the other hand, while still taller than her 38 year old parent, was a different animal. A bit thinner than her sister, her hair had none of the red tinges of the other parent’s strawberry blonde locks but was a lighter caramel brown with honeyed ends nonetheless. Like the first her grey gaze stood in contrast to the French futamute’s amber one, but her face held none of the dotting of the other two.

As the first had driven down the dirt road, the second had backed her ass over the physician’s stiff 10 inches and sat down upon it and placed the 50 year’s hand on her pipe. It had been a short but robust coupling, the teenager painting the inside of the windshield with her cream as they turned into the driveway, squeezing another load from the older American as she did. The two French girls had giggled as they had cleaned up the cab before they pulled into the yard proper. Both wanted to see the new girl and after that, Sarah could hardly turn them down. River would be arriving soon with Jasmine, but two more pairs of hands would hardly be out of place. Besides, she was spent and empty, not that the latter was going to matter today.

“There she is,” Sarah greeted with a smile as her daughter walked through the door herding her lover’s new niece before her before peeling off to wash her hands to the next room to wash her hands, strip, and don a lab jacket. “How did you enjoy your first morning on the farm with the girls, Jasmine?”

“My name is Jimmy,” the 14 year old protested.

“Now, now Jasmine,” she chided caressing the face of the newest family member. “You’re wearing that lovely dress and nice soft under things your Aunt tells me. And your cousins did a wonderful job with your make up this morning. That sounds a lot more like a Jasmine than a Jimmy to me, Dear.

“But-”

“Shhh, shhh, no more talking Baby, I need to give you a physical. I’m a busy doctor,” she interjected.

Girls, help Jasmine out of her clothes so we can get started,” she directed walking to one of the cabinets.

“Yes, Ma’am,” the 25 year old replied, waving in the two others in the room.

“Who are they?” he asked looking at the two girls in lab jackets.

“These are my helpers today, Gina and Ginny,” she introduced indicating first the taller girl with reddish hair and then the shorter one with a more golden shade as the pair stepped forward. “They live a bit further up the road from us and gave me a ride home today. They really wanted to meet you,” she pointed out as the trio let their fingertips linger on skin in lifting the summer dress off of the soon to be sissy’s body and then removing the silk lingerie he wore. And with each of their touches the figure between them yielded to their caresses bit by bit

“Hop in the chair, Jasmine,” River instructed guiding the strawberry blonde over to the apparatus.

Once seated, the three busied themselves with securing the fourth into place.