Dear Auntie Helga,

I absolutely love your website. I thought I would write you about my childhood experiences. Unlike many of your readers' experiences, my petticoating was more through encouragement rather than being forced.

When I was 10 years old my father passed on. For financial reasons my mother and I were forced to move in with her also widowed sister and her 12 year old daughter. My cousin, Mary, was moved into a larger spare room and I was put in her old bedroom. All of her very girlie furniture was left in place along with many of her clothes that she had outgrown. I probably should have objected to this but being a bit of a quiet and, frankly, sissy, boy I just accepted it.

What I didn't know at the time my mom and my aunt had already decided that they felt encouraging my feminine side was in everyone's best interest. They knew I'd never be a manly-man and therefore felt I would be happier as a girl. Being assigned a girls bedroom was only the start.

The first real petticoating came when the weather turned very wet and windy. Playing outside was impossible so Mary decided we should play house. She also decided that she wanted to be the daddy and that I should play the mommy and that we would both dress the part. My mom and aunt overheard this and of course immediately gushed about what a great idea Mary had. My aunt took Mary to her room to change and my mom took me to my room to get ready.

Once in my room I was told to completely undress. My mom looked over all of Mary's old clothes and selected a back buttoning floral dress, pink flowered panties, and lacey ankle socks for me. I started to object but my mom quickly made it clear that the decision was made.

Twenty minutes later I was fully dressed, my rather long blond hair braided in pigtails tied with pink ribbons, and clad in patent mary jane shoes. When I got back downstairs Mary was already waiting wearing blue jeans, T-shirt, and sneakers. Mom, my aunt, and Mary decided I needed a few finishing touches. These included pink nail polish on my fingernails, a touch of lipstick, and perfume.

The entire afternoon and evening was spent in my girl's clothes, playing with Mary's dolls, playing with her toy kitchen appliances, and even being shown how to needlepoint.

This was only the start of my petticoating and if you like I will share some other examples in a future letter.

Best regards
Michelle

Thank you for your letter Michelle and for your kind words. What a delightful experience they must have provided you and you actually, maybe for the first time, to be honest about your feelings of being a sissy with acceptance and encouragement from your family. I'm sure many of our readers can relate and would love to read more from you soon.

Auntie Helga