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Dear Auntie Helga, My mother recently found out about your web site. She told me about it, because of some things that happened when I was a boy. I read some of the stories on your site and I can see that petticoating is often used as a punishment for boys. Well I guess I can see how that can work. However, in my case, petticoating was not used as a punishment, but rather a reward. In fact my mother and I didn't even know it was called petticoating, or that such a practice even existed. I thought this was just something my mother made up. But, I always felt she did it out of love, not punishment. Anyway, here's how this happened. I was the only boy in the family with two sisters. One was older than me and the other was younger than me. My father died unexpectedly in a car accident when I was about eleven years old. Shortly after that, my mother moved us to a new place to get away from the memories. But, for me it really didn't work. Nevertheless, I just took over my father's usual chores and just went on with life. As time went on, I began to notice that my mother was bonding with my 2 sisters more than she did with me. She did a lot with them, including walks in a nearby park and boat rides. One of things they really enjoyed was, all three of them would dress up beautifully and tour a landscaped grounds not far from us. My mother and my sisters loved flower gardens. Nevertheless, I felt left out. My mother picked up on this and one night came into my room to talk to me about it. I understood that because my sisters were girls that it was inevitable that my mother would be able to bond with them more. She explained this to me. She even pointed out that since I was a boy she didn't think I would be interested in that stuff they did anyway. And she was right. Still, I told her that I felt somewhat alone. Then my mother surprised me and said: "would you want me to put you in pretty dresses like the girls to go on our outings?" I laughed a little and took it as a joke. Then she said she had things to do and left the room. However, I couldn't stop thinking about her question. It stayed on my mind all night and all the next day. So, that day I asked her if she was serious about putting me in dresses to do things with her and the girls. She smiled and asked: "would you want me to do that?" I thought about it for a moment. I said: "you know, I've never dressed like a girl before, the girls seem to have fun with it, maybe that would be fun for me too. What do you think?" She looked at me with her kind smile and said, "I think you would have a great time and I would love to dress you up as a girl." She went on to explain that she and the girls were going on another garden outing. She wanted me to join them as a girl. She talked to my sisters about it and they loved the idea. The next day my mother took all of my measurements and she and my sisters went out and shopped for me. I couldn't believe what I saw when they got back. They got everything; beautiful party dresses, skirt outfits, pink and light blue panties, slips, pumps, stockings and since I was twelve by this time she even got me some training bras. I must admit, I thought the women in my life had really good taste. The next weekend my mother and sisters (who already got dressed up themselves) helped me decide what dress to wear. We decided on this pink satin dress that had a white sash. First, I had to put on the pink panties, the pantyhose, the training bra, the slip, and then the pink satin dress. I could not believe how I felt in those clothes, it was the most exhilarating feeling I had ever had. The silk, the satin, no wonder my sisters enjoyed this. I loved dressing like a girl. Well the bra and pumps took some getting used to, but I figured if my sister could get used to bras then so can I. It wasn't easy, but I eventually got used to them. More on that later. I went on the garden outing with my mother and sisters dressed like a girl and we had a great time. I felt like I was bonding with them now. My mother saw that I liked this so much that she kept me in panties, bras, slips, and dresses almost all of the time when I was home and when we did those outings. I just could not dress like that in school. I couldn't wait to get home from school to become a girl again. My mother even bought me very pretty pink sleepwear. My mother began treating me like a girl. She even let my hair grow some and she would fix it up so I could go out in public and pass as a girl and it worked. A few months later she had my bedroom completely remodeled to look like a girl's bedroom. She got pink carpet and she even painted flowers on the walls. She even bought me a girl's bedroom set, including a dresser with a make-up mirror and a girly canopy bed. My boy bedroom was gone, but I loved it. I had a great time over the next few years always being dressed as a girl. If my mother felt I needed to be punished (which didn't happen very often) she would NOT put me in girl's clothes, she would take them away and make me dress like a boy. That was punishment to me. Anyway, my training bra was still a problem, I was having trouble getting used to it. Actually my sister who was also wearing training bras was having the same problem. So to help us, my mother took my sister and me out to get a professional bra fitting done by a friend of hers. We went after hours to save me from any embarrassment. My sister and I walk out that night with three new bras each. Although these bras wear more comfortable, they were still bras. They were still very constricting and binding to me. My sister recommended that I start sleeping in my bras. She said she started doing that herself to help her get used to her bras and it was working. I realized that if wearing bras was part of being a girl, then I was going to have to do what I could to get used to them. My sister's suggesting worked over time. I became more and more accustom to wearing bras all of the time. My mother even started sending me to school with bras and panties under my boy clothes, except on gym days. Now, as an adult, I feel almost naked and weird when I'm not in a bra. Because of this, I wear bras all of the time, even in the summer. I know I'm still uncomfortable in them, but that's just part of life for me now. I'm just so used to bras now, because I've been wearing them for years. I can't imagine life without being in a bra all of the time and I can't go a whole day without wearing one. I wear bras almost 24 hours a day and I still sleep in them. They're still binding and uncomfortable to me, but I feel like I need the feeling of a bra around me all of the time. I know this seems strange and I guess I don't understand it either, but it feels right to be in a bra even though it's uncomfortable. My wife loves knowing that even when she takes her bra off, that I'm still in mine. But, also my bras remind me of the time I had with my mother and sisters and how precious those days were to me. Reading through some of the stories on your site, I noticed some stories where corsets were used on boy as punishment. My mother never did anything with corsets. However, there was one incident that you might relate to corsets that I thought really bonded us together as girls. And, it actually became our own little tradition. One year, one of my sisters wanted us to go to a Christmas lights display she read about. She and my mother thought we should all dress up more beautifully than ever before to go to this. My mother came to me with some dress catalogs and she and I decided on this beautiful blue satin gown. She and my sisters went out and bought the gown for me and they bought new gowns for themselves. But, while shopping, they all decided to get some all-in-one body shapers, for all of us. So one night, we went to the Christmas lights display with our body shapers on under our new gowns. Needless to say we were all hopelessly uncomfortable. During that night we tugged at our body shapers and complained to each other about how they were killing us. Yes, we couldn't wait to get out of them. Nevertheless, I think I enjoyed that night more than any other, because I really felt like I bonded with my mother and sisters more than ever. It was like I was one of the girls and I loved it. We went to that display every year in our body shapers and tugged and complained all over again. That was our little tradition. Though we were uncomfortable, I would give anything to experience those days again with them. Later when I started dating girls I had to dress like a boy. No girlfriend of mine ever knew about this. But, when I met the girl I would marry, my mother told her about it. My wife to be loved it. Now she loves buying me dresses and having me dress like a girl all of time. I have a daughter now who loves playing dress up with me. She can't imagine having a father who didn't do that with her. So, nothing has changed its just that now my wife and my daughter keep me in bras and dresses all of time, and I love it and them. So, I was petticoated out of a mother's love. She and my sisters were the best. I love them and the times we had. Steven Thank you for your letter Steven. I always love to read true stories of a mother's love for her son and sharing a feminine lifestyle with him. Readers note, the next letter is from Steven's mother. Auntie Helga |