Dear Auntie Helga,

What a lovely website you have. Keep up the good work.

I have been dressing as an adult little girl at weekends for many years now. From Friday night to Monday morning I enjoy wearing clothing designed for little girls of around 7/8 years old. The style is of the 50's, which in my opinion is far more girlie than todays fashions. I have a good wardrobe of pretty dresses, pretty underwear, pretty nightwear and school wear suited to a 7/8 year old little girl. It is such a wonderful feeling choosing what to wear and then dressing as a little girl. I love the look whatever I choose, it just makes me look and feel special, like a little girl. This makes for carefree weekends with my dolls as company. I have my mothers perception to thank for my girlie weekends.

When I was around 6 or 7 years old, my mum bought a print of a lady and three girls on a beach. She hung it above the mantlepiece and asked me what I thought. Of course, all I said was that it was ok.

Several weeks went by and I found that I couldn't keep my eyes off the painting. It was the girls in their pretty dresses that attracted my attention, and I didn't know why. One Sunday we were sat in the lounge reading, and out of the blue, my mum turned to me and said that she had noticed that I was looking at the painting a lot. I just nodded and continued reading my book. She continued talking saying that she had noticed me staring at it. I said nothing. She then said that she liked the painting too and liked the girl with the blue dress on best. Mum then asked me which girl I liked best in the picture. I said the girl in the yellow dress was ok. Mum agreed that she was nice and said that she looked pretty in her dress. Nothing more was said and I continued to admire the painting when I could.

The following weekend, in much the same situation except that it was a Saturday, mum mentioned about me staring at the painting again. This time though, she asked me if I still liked the girl with the yellow dress best, and if I would choose to wear it if I was a girl. I said that I still liked it the best. Mum then repeated herself and asked me if I would choose it if I was a girl. My face felt as if it was burning when I told her that I would choose the yellow dress to wear if I was a girl. She said that being a girl is not just about wearing dresses, and you need to understand that the girls will probably be wearing pretty underwear too. I just nodded, still feeling rather hot. Mum just smiled and said that she would show me what she meant, and left the room.

When mum came back she was carrying the Freemans Catalogue. She placed it on her lap and opened it to the girls underwear pages. I just couldn't look. Mum then pointed to a girl wearing a white vest and knickers, saying that white cotton with a bit of white lace was the regular underwear for most girls outside school, and it was probably what the girls were wearing. By this time I was feeling really nervous and couldn't believe that I was looking at girls underwear with my mum. Strange as it seemed to me at the time, I couldn't help thinking how nice it must be to wear such pretty underwear. Mum then pointed to a girl wearing a petticoat with a bit of lace and said that it was likely that the girls in the painting would be wearing a similar one. I said nothing but thought that the petticoat was nice.

Feeling more comfortable, I began to look at the girls underwear in the catalogue. Mum then asked me what underwear I would choose to wear under the yellow dress, if I was a girl of course. I pointed to a different set with the with a pink lace trim. Mum said that the pink lace trim and the pink satin bow on the vest and knickers made the set prettier than the white set. She said that girls underwear was much nicer to wear than boys underwear and asked me if I would like to try a set to see what it was like. I was embarrassed and said no, because I was a boy and boys wear trunks. Mum told me that it didn't matter that I was a boy and asked me again if I would like to give the underwear a try. She said she wanted me to try them to see what it felt like wearing softer and prettier underwear. Mum held my hand and stroked it saying that it would be ok so I said that I would try the underwear for her. Mum hugged me and said that we should send an order straight away.

After about Thursday the following week I began to wonder when the parcel would arrive. Mum somehow sensed that I was a little anxious and said that my new underwear should be delivered soon, and not to worry. The parcel arrived Saturday morning. Opening the parcel and sighting the girls pink lace edged underwear sent shivers up my spine, and I didn't know why at the time. Mum seemed excited and soon had me undressed was inviting me to place my feet inside the knickers as she held them out. The knickers were pulled up my legs and into place. This was truly a lovely first experience, as the elastic gripped my legs, gradually getting tighter as they were pulled up into place. She then put the vest on me and tucked it inside the knickers.I then sat on the bed and she put a pair of girls white 3/4 length socks on me, that I didn't know she had ordered. I was in a daze as she stood me in front of her. I looked down and saw the pink lace trim of the underwear and the pink satin bow on the vest and knickers. Mum lifted my head so that I was looking at her and asked me if I liked my new underwear. I said that I did but really shouldn't be wearing wearing girls underwear because I was a boy. She said that I should forget about being a boy, and enjoy being girlie for a change. I was beside myself because I knew, and I don't know why, that I wanted to wear the girls underwear. It was then that mum told me that I looked very pretty in my new vest and knickers. I began to cry and started to stammer as I told mum that I liked my new underwear. Mum held me tightly, kissing me on the forehead. She whispered that she was proud of me and said that she knew that I would enjoy being girlie.

I spent the weekend wearing my new underwear and socks under my boys clothes. It felt lovely, knowing that I was wearing girls underwear and socks. On Sunday night I was disappointed as the underwear was removed for me ready for a bath. Mum bathed and dried me and put my pyjamas on me. She then said for me to come downstairs for a cup of cocoa before going to bed. I went to the lounge and saw the Freemans catalogue on the coffee table, opened at the girls underwear page. Mum came in with my cocoa and saw me looking and asked me if I had seen any more underwear that I liked. For some reason, I said that I didn't want to wear the underwear again. Mum said that she was a little shocked, and asked me if I was sure, as she was going to talk to me about ordering me a complete set of girls clothes. Again I bleated out that I was a boy, though deep down I longed to be able to wear girls clothes. It was so confusing. Mum took my hand and said that she knew that deep down I wanted to wear girls clothes. She said that my constant staring at the picture told her that I was interested in being one of the girls in the picture, and that there was nothing wrong in me wanting to be a pretty girl. Mum said that I shouldn't fight how I feel, just because I am a boy. I began to cry and said that I didn't understand. She said that the right thing to do would be to order some girls clothes for me to wear. Then she said, I would know for sure how I felt. I didn't exactly agree, but mum said that she was going to order me some girls clothes after I went to bed.

The following day, as mum was dressing me for school, she told me that she had filled in the order forms for some new clothes for me. I said that I was still not sure so she said that I would know when I had them on, and if they were not right for me, she would send them back. Soon I had had breakfast and went off to school. The whole week dragged and I admit to missing the comfort and feel of the girls knickers, particularly the softness of the material and the elesticated legs.

Friday was soon hear and as I arrived home, mum shouted from upstairs that my new clothes had arrived, and to go up to my room. As I climbed the stairs, I had mixed emotions until I entered my bedroom and saw the array of girls clothing mum that had been delivered. Mum sat on my bed, smiling. All she said was lets get you undressed. I was soon naked and mum was holding out a pair of knickers for me to step into. Soon the underwear was complete and for the very first time, a dress, a yellow dress, was being placed over my head. The dress was soon on me and mum was tying the bow at the back. She spun me around and asked me what I thought, as I saw my reflection in the mirror. I smiled as I saw my reflection and hugged my mum saying how much I loved it. Mum hugged me and said that she was proud of me and overjoyed that I had let my feelings out. She said that I would be much happier and content in girls clothes, and it was meant to be.

Over the following weeks I was lucky in mum buying me more girls clothes. I was so happy, I cannot describe my feelings. The only boys things I owned was grey shorts, grey socks and black shoes. Ugh!

Chrissy

Thank you for your letter and kind words Chrissy. Mothers have intuition about this sort of thing, your infatuation with the girls in the panting proved her right.

Auntie Helga