Jake felt hopeless! He could either dress like his cousins, or go down to breakfast in his new boxers. He eventually decided to put on the jeans, a tee, and some of the muddy boots. It would only be until he could go find some new clothes. After the country clothes were on, though, Jake felt a change. Again the sluggishness of last night got to Jake.
Jake instantly felt his intelligence leaving him. It all clicked in one of the last intelligent thoughts of his young life. His uncle and cousins were turning him into a country boy! The "special sauce" was meant to start the process, and the new clothes were laced with something to finish the process. As the last shred of city slicker left Jake, a flood of country poured in. Jake seized up and passed out.
When Jake woke up, he immediately let out a huge fart. "Yeehaw! Damn that felt good!" Jake said in a new voice with a southern twang. Then he saw what he was wearing. "A shirt! Ain't that for formal occasions?" Jake took off the shirt and let all his hairy glory out as he went down to breakfast.
"Howdy son!" His dad, (even though he had always been more like an uncle) called to Jake. Jake sat down at the table and his brothers slapped him on the back.
After breakfast, they all went and worked out. Then they headed to work. Jake drove a tractor and plowed the field. After lunch they saddled up the horses and rode through the ranch. Then they went back in and Jake grabbed a shotgun and shot one of the varmints that was outside his window. After that they went to the football game, and Jake was the new linebacker. That night, jake and his cousins snuck out. They drove the pickup down by the river. They drank a butt load of beer and Jake banged a couple girls with his big cock. He was a true country boy at heart.