Trained Farmer

Growing up I’ve always asked myself why my brothers were able to help dad on the ranch while I was stuck inside with my sisters and mom. I was built different, sure. But I could still do hard labor like the rest.I was skinnier than Rex but still had some muscle. I was shorter than Thomas but I could jump just as good. I was about 5’5 and weighed 120. My eyes were light blue and I had shaggy brown hair. I always thought it was strange that I was told to dress like the girls too while in the house. I always wore my apron with daisy duke shorts that fit my cute little butt just right. I typically wore a white crop top due to the summer heat, the only bad side is it made my puffy little nipples stick out. One day I went complaining to my dad while he was alone in the barn.

“Daddy I don’t understand, why am I no help to you outside like my brothers? What can I do for you?”

My dad dropped the bucket on the floor with sweat glistening off his back as he turned to me.

“Sam, it’s time you learn your position on this farm. You look like a girl so we’ve always treated you like one and now that you’re old enough it’s time you learn more of what a woman’s duty calls for.”