Nat pinched her nose as hard as her grip would let her. These guys smelt like they crawled out of the sewer after they swam in it. It was probably animal crap, these three were definitely dressed like farmers. The girl to her right had a longe blonde braid and wore a stenson hat, not to mention the denim skirt and red checkered button up shirt.
"Howdy there, name's Jacklynn." she said is a texan tone.
"Ah'm Leslie." the brunette behind Nat added. She wore a flanel long sleeve shirt over a currently dirty white tank top with jeans and brown leather work boots.
"And Ah'm June." added a red head in a floppy hat with a serious farmer tan going on.
"Hey." Nat said.
"So, ready for some plantin' later?" Leslie asked.
"Why would I be planting?" Nat asked.
"Yah sat with us, and that means yer with us." June replied.
"Okay then..." Nat said after seeing that AG was on her schedule. (She didn't remember adding that class, but it was there.)
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Nat stared at herself in the bathroom mirror: She was decked out in farmer's duds. She was wearing flannel, dark brown work boots, jeans, a cowgirl hat, the whole nine yards.
Nat chuckled and strutted around with a stupid look on her face.
"HOWDY Y'ALL, I'M DAISY! AH'M A FARM GIRL! YEEHAW! YIPPEE!" Nat said as she danced around.
"Ah thought you liked bein' called Nat." June's voice came from behind.
Nat froze in terror.
"No wait, that's not.. I wasn't... I didn't mean..." the tomboy stammered.
"Well come on, Daisy, we've got stuff to plant." Leslie said.
'Fuck me.' Nat mentally moaned.