In a name by Kuru_Ankoku
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Very long, parts didn’t seem appropriate for how short they would be and they would cut off at wrong points. , Jacklyn’s mother, Susan died when she was 4 years old. Her father, Jacob was a cruel man. He was fit from working on a farm all his life, but he was bitter. He did not like work and hated people with money like it was their fault he had none. Had he been a wiser man he would have saved money instead of squandering it. He would borrow money from others to afford the seed for the planting season and come harvest he would have plenty of money, he could pay the people ten times over. He gave them what he owed without gratitude and then gambled the rest so by planting season, he’d have to borrow again. He never asked the same people two years in a row if he could help it.
Now he was alone in his two story home, which had been owned by his wife’s parents, with its large living room, kitchen, dining room, a bathroom, and den downstairs and a master room, with two other bedrooms and two bathrooms upstairs, forced to not only to cook his own meals and wash his laundry with his other chores, he had to watch, feed, and clothe Jacklyn until she could care for him and herself until she got married and left.
Jacob could not deny that even at four his daughter was pretty. She had taken after her mother, with her brunette hair and hazel eyes, but she had lighter skin and her eyes had a spark in them Jacob had never seen in Susan’s. He had no doubt when it came to marriage Jacklyn could have a rich husband who would think it proper for Jacob to give them some sort of dowry and pay for the entire wedding. At this thought Jacob began to loathe his daughter so much, an idea struck him. One that insured Jacob would never have to worry about her leaving him and would ensure he had help on the farm for a long time.
Jacob took Jacklyn home and put her on one of the kitchen chairs. He grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer and began to cut Jacklyn’s long hair. “Why do I need a hair cut?” Jacklyn asked. “Mama said girls need long hair.”
“Mama isn’t here anymore.” Jacob said. “You’re no longer to be a girl, understand?”
“No,”
“You’re gonna be a boy.”
“Why?”
“Because I say so. You’re going to dress as one, act like one, and forget all about being a girl.”
“Am I still Jacklyn?”
“Of course not, no boy of mine is going to have some girly name. Your name is Jack now on. A good strong name.” Jacklyn went into the bathroom when Jacob finished and looked in the mirror. Her hair was so short she could see her scalp. “Jack!” Jacob called from the hall.
Jacklyn left the bathroom to see her dad. He pulled her upstairs and took down all the pictures that Susan had painted for her, the pink bed spread Susan had made her and all the clothes out of the closet except the jeans and shorts. “Where are you taking those?” Jacklyn asked.
“I’m gonna sell them.” Jacob said. “You’ll need new clothes to be a boy, take of that dress and put these on.” He tossed Jacklyn a pair of jeans and a white t- shirt. Jacklyn obeyed and Jacob threw the dress in the box. “Please daddy,” Jacklyn began. Jacob smacked her.
“Sons do not say ‘daddy’.” He said. “They say ‘father’,”
“Father,” Jacklyn tried again. “Can’t I please keep the paintings? There’s only two and they are not too bad.”
Jacob looked at the paintings in the box. One was of a water fall and river through a forest and the other was of a field with a wild horse rising up on its hind legs. “Fine,” Jacob said. “But, if you ever disobey me, I’ll burn them. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” Jacklyn said.
11 YEARS LATER…………………………………………………………………………………
Jacklyn sighed as she finished plowing the lawn. “JACK!” Jacob called. Jacklyn ran into the house. In 11 years Jacklyn had grown, but most saw her as a young man. Her hair was now allowed to hang to her shoulder because Jacob said a few boys had girl faces at fifteen, so no one would notice if she wore it in a ponytail all the time and working on the farm, mostly without her father had built up her muscles. The only way anyone would notice she was really a girl was to look under her shirt at the corset she wore to keep her breasts flat.
Jacklyn entered the house. She didn’t see Jacob upon first entering. “Father?” she called.
“In the dining room.” Jacob called.
Jacklyn entered the room and stopped immediately. Jacob was not alone. There was a boy roughly, Jacklyn’s age. He had dark hair, tan skin, and brown eyes. “Jack,” Jacob said. “This is Damien Louis.”
“Nice to meet you,” Jacklyn said holding out her hand. Damien shook it.
“Pleasure.” He said.
“Damien has moved in next door.” Jacob said when their hands parted.
“Are you alone?” Jacklyn asked.
“Yeah,” Damien said. “I figured I’d come out here. I’m nineteen, so I figure I’ll get a job.”
“That’s a lot of figuring.”
“Yeah.”
“Damien was thinking he’d like to work the land.” Jacob said.
“That’d be cool,” Jacklyn said.
The next morning Jacklyn made breakfast for herself and her father. Damien arrived as she finished washing their plates. “Morning.” Jacob said. “There’s some breakfast on the stove. You boys be all right if I run errands?”
“Yessir.” Jacklyn said.
“Good, just remember Jack you pull your own weight and you horse around after chores.”
“I will.” Jacob left.
“If you want to grab a plate while I finish these,” Jack began.
“Nah,” Damien said. “I ate already.”
“Oh?”
“What you’re the only boy who cooks?”
“I thought I was. Father calls them sissy chores, but after my mother died he had to do them for me, so I must do them for him.”
“Oh, sucks. Got anything to put this food in so the pans get clean?”
“Cupboard on the end.”
“Ah.” Damien helped Jacklyn clean and they went outside.
“I did a lot of the plowing yesterday.” Jack said. “If you like I can finish and you can plant the seeds where I’ve done it.”
“Sure.”
They go to work in the blazing sun and after Jacklyn finished the plowing she went to help Damien with the seeds. “No,” he said. “We had a deal. I’m almost done anyway. Why don’t you go make lunch?”
Jacklyn obeyed. She made two large sandwiches with milk to drink. Damien walked in. They ate and washed and dried their dishes. Jacklyn’s shirt was soaked from the water sloshing in the sink. “I’m going to change.” Jacklyn said. “I’ll show you the well so we can water the seeds then.”
“Why didn’t we do that earlier?” Damien asked.
“If the earth bakes, then there’s less chance of overwatering.”
“Whatever.” Jacklyn went upstairs and removed the cotton shirt. She stood in her jeans and corset letting her body cool down. If she could redo the straps of her corset she’d take that off too, but for now she had been allowing these breaks, making reasons for her to need to change her shirt.
Suddenly the door opened and Jacklyn stared at Damien as he stared at her body. “You’re a girl.” He said.
“Please,” Jacklyn said. “You can’t tell anyone. Please?”
“You’re a girl.”
“Please, promise me you won’t tell?”
“If you promise to become my slave.”
“What?”
“You do what I tell you and I won’t tell anyone what I know, deal?”