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Dear Auntie Helga, I've been to Petticoated recently and hope you don't mind my mail. When I was a boy, I grew up in a house with 3 older sisters and my Mother. It was not uncommon to dress as a girl some evenings and the weekends as I was instructed to do so. This became more permanent and I always dressed as a girl on Sundays. By the age 10 I had my own dresses, tights and undergarments which were all hand me downs from my sisters. I was also expected to conduct myself in a feminine manner in walk speech and attitude. Femininity and Humility were expected. Throughout these times my Auntie Dorethy used to visit and she enjoyed my circumstances. On my 10th birthday I received a white party dress with petticoat, special tights, red boots and a swing bag in red. I was now expected to wear this on Sundays - which I did. My sisters then added makeup and jewelry. I was made very pretty. My deportment and mannerisms were heightened and Auntie Dorethy started to order me around - doing domestic chores etc. She had no children. Between 12 and 16 I was really at charge to Auntie Dorethy and my position moved to her house in a nearby town. From then on I really became her possession, my femininity and obedience were all developed through her attention and training. I was called Rachel throughout this time. I would be there from Friday night till Sunday eves and more importantly through all the school holidays. The intensity of my capture increased in these periods 24/7 as they say. I hope you don't mind my contacting you. As I would like you to be aware of my existence and past. Kindest thoughts, Richard - Rachel Thank you for your letter Rachel. I feel the luckiest of our readers are those that grew up in a female dominated home and along with a healthy dose of Petticoat Discipline such as you described. Auntie Helga |