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Dear Auntie Helga, First let me apologize, as I didn't except to be sending such a long letter. I have been a long time reader & fan of the "Petticoat Discipline Quarterly", with its great stories, and articles for many years. I was very sad when I heard of Miss Susan's passing, but I think she would be very pleased & happy with how you have carried on in her place. If its okay I would like to tell you my story. When I was 7 almost 8-years-old, I was punished by my mother, and forced to dress as a 4-year-old girl. It was the early 50ties, and I had gotten into trouble again like most boys do at that young age by hanging with the wrong crowd. I was very small for my age & on the slim side, so I was trying very hard to prove myself and that I was as rough & tough as the other guys. I guess you could say that this one day, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It happened one morning, while riding the school bus. I had been hanging with these older boys that were two grades ahead of me, still trying to prove I was one of the guys. Three of us were seated in the same seat near the back of the bus, when all of a sudden one of boys lit some firecrackers, and chucked them right beneath one of the girl's seats. After all the screaming and yelling stopped, and the bus drive had pulled the over. He walked back to where we were seated, with everyone pointing to us, as the ones that did it. We could tell that he was really pissed, as he grabbed the three of us, and made us sit up near him in the front of the bus. As soon as we arrived at the school he took us straight up to the principal's office. I tried to tell him & the principal that I had nothing to do with the firecrackers, but she wouldn't listen, and called all our moms. Once my mother arrived she was informed of what happened and that I was being suspended, just like the other two boys, for 2 weeks, which happened to fall right up to our Easter week off. (Catholic school). What that means is I was really going to be out of school for over 3 weeks. My dad was an over the road trucker and came home maybe once a month for about 4 or 5 days. Then he was back on the road again, but he made good money back then. That meant mom was fully in charge of all punishments, and I guess she was at her wits end with me, and my getting into trouble almost every week. I could tell mom was really pissed this time, even though I tried telling her I really had nothing to do with the firecrackers. I didn't know it at the time, but mom had been talking to some lady about something called Petticoat Punishment, and how making boys dress as little girls was a great way to get them back under control. I was about to find out that my punishment was to be just that. I was soon going to be dressed as a little 4-year-old girl for the next couple of weeks. On the way back from school mom stopped off at the local Two Guys Department Store, telling me to wait in the car, as she needed to pick up a few things & would be right out. Once we arrived home mom ran a bath for me telling me I smelled of smoke from the firecrackers. She told me to get in the tub, which she had filled with some lavender smelling bubble bath; saying she would be back to check on me in about a half hour, and I had better be clean. What I didn't know was while I was taking this bath mom had gone next door to the neighbor to borrow some girls outfits from her. Mrs. Kull our next-door neighbor had 3 girls. The oldest was 11-years-old, the middle girl was 9 and a year ahead of me in school, while the youngest was about 4 going on 5. Mom told Mrs. Kull what she was going to do, and asked if she could borrowed a couple of outfits she thought would fit me. I was out of the tub and drying off when mom came back. She wrapped the towel around me, and took me by the hand leading me over into her room. The first thing she did was to pull me over to the bed & over her knee for a good old fashion spanking. When she finished I was crying like a baby. I had Tears running down my face, as mom had me stand there, while she opened up one of the package she had just purchase. She handed me a pair of girls pink lace panties & a matching girls lace undershirt, telling me to put them on, or it was back over her knee. Still crying I did what I was told. Mom reached back into the bag she was holing and handed me a pair of white thighs to put on, which she helped me with. Next from a pile of clothes that were on the bed she gave me a pair of very frilly pink rumba panties trimmed in rows of white lace to put on over the tights It didn't take my mother more then a half hour before I was completely dressed. There I stood in front of her mirror in a frilly pink satiny little girl's party dress, with puffy sleeves, under which was a puffed out crinoline, with matching rumba panties & frilly socks. She had even borrowed a pair or two of Mary Jane's, which to my surprise fit me. Mom & Mrs. Kull figured that the clothes that fit Jennifer, the little girl next door, might fit me the best, and they were right. I guess it was because I was so small for my age. Mom started brushing & combing my hair giving me bangs in the front. Once she was satisfied with how my hair looked she put a large pink bow on top of my head. She then took me over to her vanity and painted my fingernails pink. After my nails dried I was handed a bag, and told it was a gift and I should open it up. That's when I realized that mom had also purchased a doll for me, which I was told I had to name and keep with me at all times (I will say it was a very cute looking doll, which I ended up loving). I think mom really enjoyed dressing me up, as she made sure I was dressed in a very frilly party dresses, with a crinoline & rumba panties almost every day. Mom even taught me how to curtsy, and sit while pushing my dress under me as I sat down. She showed me how the cleaning of the house was done, the laundry, and had me helping with washing the dishes. I was even given lessons on how to sew on her sewing machine. I really think she enjoyed having a girl around the house. Mom babysat Jennifer the little girl next door 3 times a week for Mrs. Kull, and I was made to play house, dolls, and other girl's games, with Jennifer. Actually she & I got along great, and I had a lot of fun playing dolls & house with her and other games too. If and when we did go out of the house to go shopping, mom would have me wear girl's jeans, with no front fly, that zippered up the back, a girls blouse or tee shirt, girl's frilly socks, my jacket & sneakers, and under all that I had on girls lace undershirt and panties. I guess I was lucky, because I don't think anyone really noticed that under my long jacket I was wearing girl's things. My problem was I started to realized that I loved being dressed in all these frilly things, and playing as if I was a little girl, but how could I tell mom that? How can a boy tell anyone that he loves wearing frilly party dresses, crinolines, rumba panties, and playing with dolls? Boys shouldn't like dressing up like that? I was so confused? I knew I wasn't supposed to like wearing the dresses, or playing with dolls, but I did, even though I pretended real hard not to. Plus I was worried that if I told anyone that I liked being dressed in the frilly outfits; they might think I was crazy, and send me away to some nut house. Don't forget I was almost 8 at the time, what did I know? After my three weeks were up, and I was let back into school, mom kept all the frilly outfits in my closet and dresser draws to remind me to behave. Plus for a long time, under my school uniform, I had to wear the lace panties & undershirts she had purchased. I will admit that I got in trouble a couple of more times, and spent more time dressed ( it was on purpose as I loved wearing the frilly outfits). One time I was dressed for close to a month during late summer. (And I loved it). I don't think mom had any idea that I was getting in trouble on purpose, or that I was wearing the frilly dresses & other things that were in my closet, every chance I could, when she wasn't around. I guess I was hooked? But I knew I had to keep it my deepest darkest secret and not tell a soul. I'm now 60-years-old, 6-foot-2, 200lbs and in good shape, but the memory of those cute frilly outfits has stayed with me till this day. I still love the pretty little girl style party dresses of the fifties, with the crinolines, and rumba panties. I have purchased a couple of little girl's outfits in adult size, right down to the, rumba panties, crinolines, frilly socks & Mary Jane's. Plus I also have a couple of cute frilly baby bonnets, adult diapers, plastic lined rumba panties, pacifiers & baby bottles that I use sometimes when I dress up. Before you ask, the answer is "YES". My wife knows of my crossdressing, and has for the last 38-years. She knows I like to dress up as a lady, and lets me go to the local crossdressers support meetings every month, plus she even comes along with me sometimes. You could say she somewhat accepts my feminine side as best she can. You have to realize that it's really hard for any lady to accept that her "Knight In Shinning Armor" really loves to dress up as the "Pretty Princess" Smiles! My wife had no idea about my little girl side, till I told her, and showed her some of my outfits about 7-years ago. Regrettably she did not like the idea of me dressing up as a little girl, and wanted nothing to do with it, or in taking part in any role-play, as a mommy, or someone in charge. She is still okay with my dressing as a lady and going to meetings, but wants nothing to do with my little girl side at all, which hurts me a little. I lost my job about a year ago, because the place I worked for shut down, but my wife is still working. So now I can relax if I want once a week, dressed as a little girl, or maybe even as a baby girl, depending how I feel at the time. When I'm dressed I will sit watching cartoons, or some kids show, while drinking from a sippy cup, holding my dolly, and wishing I had someone to share my little girl side with. Now don't get me wrong, as I have read lots of letters on your site of husbands that sit around all day doing nothing, while the wife works. That's of cause till the wife gets really mad and forces him into maid service. Let me assure you this is not the case in our home. While I have been off I have been working hard on all the projects that need to be done around the house, which I had no time to do before. Like installing a completely new bathroom, floor, tub, toilet, and sink. Then I started taking down the walls in our bedroom, putting in all new wiring and insulation. I then did the sheet rocking, wallpapering, and put up a new ceiling. Plus I do a lot of odd jobs as a handy man around the local area to make money. Most Wednesdays my wife will leave out a long list for food shopping, which I will go & do, before I start on whatever project I'm working on that week. But what my wife loves best, is something I started doing for her the first week I was laid off, and I still do. I make it a point; that on every Friday I clean the house from top to bottom for her. That means dusting, vacuuming, mopping the kitchen floor, cleaning the kitchen, and making sure the bathroom is spotless, tub, toilet, sink & all. Plus I make sure all the laundry is done & put away before she gets home. Also since I'm not working I make sure that diner is ready & waiting "Every Night" when she walks in the door. She knows that I sometimes do the cleaning while dressed as a lady or maybe a little girl, but she is happy that the place is clean for the weekend, and she can relax, and not worry about the laundry or cleaning the house. This leaves us time to do the things we want to do on the weekend together. I feel you don't need to be forced to dress as a maid to do these things for your wife, girlfriend, or lover. If you are home, and she is working, it seems only fair that you should do what needs to be done in the house. My thoughts are it doesn't mean you're not a man, because you are cooking, cleaning, shopping, and take care of the house. You are partners & a team, and a team works together and helps each other. Auntie Helga, I feel your site is one of the best for what you try to do. That's get men up off their butts to do their share of the household work, and to respect ladies, and how hard they work too, which is the right thing to do. I'm still not sure I would Let, or would even want someone try to force me to be dressed as their maid, little girl, or even as a baby, 24 / 7; like some of the letters you post say the ladies do to their husbands. (As I'm not sure some of those letters are really true anyhow)? But I do believe you may be right and that some men really do need to be taken down a peg or two, and Petticoat Discipline or Baby Discipline maybe just what is needed to wake them up. As for myself I think it would be nice to be treated as a baby girl, or 3-year-old little girl, for a fun weekend sometime, and who knows maybe someday that will happen for me, but for now it's just a dream. Please keep up the great work, and to the ladies out there that really are in control, "More Power To You". I thank you for listening to my tale. If anyone wants to comment on my letter, I would love hearing from her or him. Hugs & Kisses to you all Sarah from NJ Thank you for your letter Sarah and I appreciate your kind comments about the site. As you say, it's about attitude and that expressing your love by doing work around the house and helping your wife is certainly commendable. Auntie Helga |