from Deborah

Dear Helga,

My husband was absent from home for long periods of time due to his job abroad. I had a great deal of trouble with my son, Martin, which I put down to the lack of contact and role modeling from his father. He was leading me a merry dance, what with staying out too late with undesirables so he was tired at school with a consequent lack of concentration, 'forgetting' homework and at home, he was tardy in tidying up for a boy of his age. He was becoming ever more surly and was starting to answer back. It was becoming embarrassing having more regular conversations with his form master at his school and we could both see delinquency becoming a career choice should no action be taken and taken quickly.

I realised I ought to take action before he gained too much strength and began to believe in skewed ideas about how to behave as a man. Fortunately I remembered that I had overheard my mother in conversation with a neighbour many years before about petticoating or feminising a son to 'sort him out.'

One weekend I struck early. I woke him up one Saturday morning and told him to get dressed. On the end of the bed was a girl's gingham summer dress, long white socks and a large pair of school knickers with some flat girl's shoes at the side of the bed. He roused sleepily and sat up, blinking. His eyes widened as he came to his senses and looked at me with an open mouth as what was about to happen sunk in. He moved quickly but not as quickly as I, to block the door. I pushed him back towards the bed and told him to get dressed. He attempted feebly to push past me but I managed to repel him and this time shoved him back and firmly demanded he got dressed. He bleated and started to cry. He stomped, still blubbing, towards me and I pushed him back with menace in my voice. He wailed and slumped back on the bed.

Eventually after about twenty minutes of tears, he leant forward and his sobs began to subside. I explained that it was HIS behaviour that lead to this moment and THESE were the consequences. His demeanor began to change, he started to apologise and said it wouldn't happen again. I said I was very pleased to hear it but the punishment stands. He then begged me for him to wear normal boy's clothes. I casually gesticulated towards the clothes I'd borrowed from another parent and motioned for him to dress.

Now resigned to his fate, he blushed and removed his pyjamas and stepped into the girls school knickers. As he drew them up his legs, past his thighs and up to the high waist, he began to 'grow.' I could not suppress a smirk even with the back of my hand across my mouth . I watched his straining discomfort as he let go of the waistband and put on the long white socks and did the straps up on the shoes. He stood up and got confused on how to put on the summer dress. I asked him to hold up his arms while I fed the dress over his head and down over his knickered bottom. I tied the little belt at the small of his back. By now he had quietened considerably and was indeed, trembling slightly. With a great deal of satisfaction, I brushed my hand across his head and with a hanky, dried his remaining tears. I told him that he would wear it all day until bedtime.

I admit to finding the whole incident unexpectedly thrilling. I was now panting slightly and even slightly giddy from being worked up. Now quiet, Martin was firmly under my control at last. I opened the door and told him to go and eat his breakfast. It was slightly comical to see him negotiate the stairs down to the kitchen wearing a dress for the first time. I couldn't help but laugh out loud at his gingerly placing each foot carefully on the next step down.

I made my way back to my bedroom to sort myself out and straighten up, as he attempted to sit in his dress at the breakfast table.


Thank you for writing Deborah. I am so happy for you to have discovered how well petticoating actually works and your letter could be so helpful to other mothers with troublesome sons. Your forceful and no nonsense approach is the best way to inform the boy that you mean business, you are his mother and this is a manageable way to handle what was surely to become a very bad situation. This is for his own good and in time he will realize why you made this decision.


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