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Dear Auntie Helga, I'm a 21 year old male who grew up just outside San Francisco in a Japanese-American single parent household with my mother and my older sister, Ami. My father passed away when I was eleven, leaving us quite well off, but my mother was not prepared to raise children on her own. I know now that she had the best of intentions, but I was very frustrated, rebellious, and began acting out due to lack of discipline. I was a cruel little boy, and was well on my way to becoming a violent teenager. Things began to change, however, when Mom became interested in female empowerment. To keep her mind of the loss of my father, she volunteered to work at a local women's shelter, and such experiences made her more conscious of the need for stability, order, and loving discipline when raising children, especially little boys. After becoming friends with a group of feminist women who encouraged her, she began reading books on ancient matriarchies, feminization, petticoat discipline and the like, and she decided that her own household should be female dominated. Mother began home schooling me, and immediately set limits and guidelines for my behavior. I had a list of chores to do and a concomitant list of consequences for not doing them. I was to consider myself "grounded" unless I had special permission to leave the house. I was to treat everyone with the respect, kindness, and consideration they deserved. Of course, I tried to rebel against her rules, but she was adamant, and I soon learned rebellion was useless. Since my mother worked several evenings a week at the shelter, much of my discipline fell to my teenaged sister, who had been reading a lot of Mom's matriarchal literature. Looking back on it now, I can see how clever Ami was. Slowly but inexorably she began to feminize me. She started by playfully putting an article of female clothing on me, like a scarf, a barrette, or a hair net. She would show mom how cute I looked, and before long, she had me try a dress. It was all in fun at first, but before I knew it, Ami's old skirts and blouses were my normal attire at home, although I still dressed in boys' clothes in public. I complained to Mom, but she told me not to be so serious and to go along with my sister. Ami began teaching me to sit, walk, talk, move, and go to the bathroom like a girl. After I had learned these things to her satisfaction, my sister decided I should have a more traditional Japanese appearance. She let my hair grow out and styled it like a geisha's, and had me wear long, very narrowly wrapped kimonos that I had to hold up above my bare feet while walking. I could take only short steps, and it took me awhile to learn to do the housework quickly in these kimonos. I was never allowed shoes or anything a mature female might wear like jewelry, makeup, nail polish, and so on. Ami would taunt me by putting on high heels and an attractive dress and say, "Hiroshi, if you were a real girl, you could dress as well and look as good as I do. But you're not and you can't, so be a good little jochu [maidservant] and get back to work." She was so confident and beautiful, so subtle and masterful in her domination of me that I gladly did all the chores and cooked the meals while she relaxed and watched TV or tried on new clothes she bought. As I entered puberty, both Mom and Ami helped me understand the changes I was going through. They taught me that puberty was a gift, and that the extra drive and energy I felt could be channeled into serving women. Ami discovered the cb2000 online, ordered one, and slowly worked me up to full time chastity. It was a difficult journey, but the challenge of mastering my instincts, along with the wisdom and understanding of my mother and sister, enabled me to endure those years. As I grew, I began to meet some of the women in my mother's group of friends, and learned more and more about the natural superiority of the females. To make a long story short, I became friends with Noriko, one of the older, single women. She was pleased by my personality, my eagerness to obey, and my familiarity with enforced chastity. She wanted me to be her househusband. By that time, Ami was in college and had a submissive boyfriend with whom she lived, and Mom had a female companion. With Mom's permission, Noriko and I married two weeks after my eighteenth birthday. We've been happily married for three years. She is in charge, of course, and I serve her and take care of her home to the best of my ability. She insists I remain chaste, which is difficult, but I console myself with the fact that I'm serving the woman I love in the way that she prefers, and that's very gratifying to me. I feel like I am doing what I was meant to do, and not everyone is so lucky. Without petticoat discipline and strong women in my life, I would not be happy. Considering the way I was headed, perhaps I would be incarcerated or worse. I'll always be grateful to my mother and sister for showing me my true way, and of course I'll always be grateful to my mature, elegant wife for allowing me to serve her. Sincerely Hiroshi Y. Thank you for your letter Hiroshi. You both are so very fortunate to have each other and I'm sure you will continue to serve her with love. I hope at some point you'll write again with an update. Auntie Helga |