from Danielle

Dear Auntie Helga,

My name is Danielle, and I am a 17 year old "girl" living in Northern New Jersey. The reason why I quote "girl" is because I'm really genetically still a boy. I have the appearance of a normal teenage girl because my mother had put me on hormones for a couple of years in my late childhood. Why? It's because it was part of her punishment for me, which is to live my life as a girl. My mother wants me to write this letter to you. Here is how it all started.

It happened around 3 years ago when I was 12 years old. My mother was a single parent (she divorced my father when I was 2 years old) and raised me and my two older sisters, Jessie and Stephanie. My mother wasn't very happy with me for several reasons. First of all, my grades were steadily decreasing from Bs to Ds. Second, she didn't approve of my friends, and said they were too immature for their age. Third, and most important of all, she disapproved of me harassing my older sisters (who were 15 and 16 years old at the time) and all the innocent, kind girls in my classroom.

On a Friday, my mother was called to the school. Apparently, I was called to the office for throwing my lunch at two of the most popular girls in my grade, Kelly and Lindsey. They began crying and I was sent to the principal's office. My mom was furious at me. My principal (who was female) wanted to talk with my mother in private outside. They had been talking for about 20 minutes, and then they finally came back in. I asked what my punishment was. Strangely enough, my principal said she wouldn't be giving me my punishment. I was surprised; she even gave me an early dismissal from school. Mom shook hands with my principal then dragged me to the car. I found out later that apparently my principal mentioned your site and petticoat punishment to my mom.

I was nervous. No punishment, early dismissal, something didn't seem right at all. When we got home, mom dragged me by the ear on the way to the door. When we got inside the house, mother told me to follow her upstairs. She brought me to her bedroom and laid me down on her bed. She then pulled my pants down and started spanking me. The pain was awful. My bottom was red and burning by the time she was done. I soon fell asleep shortly as mom went downstairs to make early dinner. Soon after, my sisters come home. Mom wanted to talk with them in private. I had a strange feeling about it. After she was done talking, mom served dinner. My eyes were a little teary from the spanking. Jessie and Stephanie noticed and started calling me "sissy" and "little girl". I was going to hit them, but then my mom pushed me on the sofa and spanked me again, twice as hard this time. Jessie and Stephanie laughed.

At the dinner table, I expected a big dinner, but instead, my mother served us all salads instead. I wanted to ask her for steak, but I didn't feel like talking. After that, I was told to get ready for bed immediately. I did so, quickly falling asleep in my bed. The next morning, I was wakened up by Stephanie and told to get dressed. She handed me a pair of pink panties, an old training bra, a mini skirt and a yellow blouse. She said if I refused to wear it, she would be allowed to spank me. I followed her orders. Everything was so tight. I felt every bit of my manhood break while wearing the girl clothes. She then handed me a blonde wig to wear. It was so troublesome to have long hair.

As I went downstairs, my mom commented on how pretty I looked and held up a mirror in her hands. I was embarrassed. I ate breakfast and brushed my teeth. Then mom was going to take me shopping. As we walked out the door, Trey, my 27 year old cousin came to our house and said he was going to do some renovating, a request by my mom. He then went inside. Mom and Jessie then took me to the mall to get girls clothes. I bought panties and training bras, tight girl jeans, shirts and shoes. After we came home, I ran to my room to hide, but as soon as I walked in, it was entirely pink. I had new furniture, a new bed, and now a new wardrobe. Everything from that point changed.

A month later, my mom ordered a package. It came in the mail and told me to open it. I did so, only to find female hormones. I was dumbfounded. She gave me a terrifying glance. She said I would be taking these for a year. I was scared. The pills had a strange effect on me. I didn't feel very masculine at all. I felt weak. My masculinity was slowly beginning to crumble. The next thing I knew, I was becoming friendlier with Kelly and Lindsey at school, and ended up becoming best friends. My mom also had laser hair removal for my leg hairs, facial hair, arms, and pits. Everything seemed to be going great. My grades at school were increasing, my popularity increased, and best of all, I felt happier. It was also a good thing no one thought of me as a boy dressed as a girl, and my old friends didn't want anything to do with me. I've also grown used to girls clothes, like wearing a bra, panties (including thongs), leggings (which are pretty tight) and girls shoes and dresses. I was still trying to get used to using the ladies restroom though, but I eventually got used to sitting down on the toilet instead.

Two years had gone by. I was now 14 years old and very feminine. My blonde hair had grown long, my body had become an hour glass figure, my hips, thighs and butt became bigger, rounder and smoother. My voice became higher pitch. My face was now more feminine. My skin was smooth and silky. I also grew C cup breasts. I still had my penis though. My behaviors and thoughts became more feminine, I have a manicure and wear light make up. Stephanie was in college now, and Jessie was a senior. I had been transferred to a new school, enrolled as a girl. I made a bunch of new friends. I soon found myself sinking in with the popular crowd. As I walk down the hallway, I can see boys from the corner of my eye looking at my butt as I walk by. In class too, I can see boys staring at some things they really shouldn't be looking at. Now I realize that boys can be perverted, and see us girls as play things. I found this very offensive. By this time, I've experienced how hard it can be to be a girl sometimes, I just wish other boys can experience this and know what it feels like.

I'm now in high school. I'm in the cheerleading squad now. I shop at stores like Victoria's Secret, Juicy Couture, Abercrombie and Fitch and Hollister. My outfits are usually a tank top, black leggings and UGG boots, a style very popular in northern US. Honestly, I feel happier as a girl. I feel more confident and stronger than as a boy. I've had 3 boyfriends and 2 girlfriends so far. I'm seen at school as a bisexual, none the less, I'm still very popular. It feels incredible to be a girl! I thank my mother, Jessie and Stephanie for feminizing me! And thank you Auntie Helga so much! If it weren't for you and your site, I wouldn't be what I am today, a young, beautiful teenage girl!


Thank you for your letter Danielle. You are very welcome dear, you seem to have adjusted very well to your petticoating. I don't necessarily advocate hormones but each parent has to make this decision for themselves.

Auntie Helga

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