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Dear Auntie Helga, Like many of your contributors and readers, I discovered your web-site whilst looking for something else, and have been an avid reader ever since. Reading the stories, it brought back to me quite vividly my introduction to petticoating, which was neither punishment or pleasure, but kind of evolved. I'll tell you, and you can decide. Though now, of course, it is all pleasure. When I was about 9yrs old, our family moved to a purpose built "new" town, which meant going to a new school. Being purpose built, cycle paths had been made, so it was quite safe to cycle to and from school, even at that age. On my journey to school, I met up with another boy, George, and we would ride in together, forming a good friendship in and out of school. We would visit each other's homes at week-ends and school holidays, and it was here that my introduction started. Waiting for George to get ready to go out, one day, I saw out of the window, in their garden, a little girl playing with some dolls. I knew George had a brother,Brian, but not a sister, so I asked who it was. Brian, was his reply. It's a girl, though, not Brian, I said again. That's right, we sometimes dress like that, and play games and other things. I'd missed the word "we", and didn't say anything else, as I just didn't understand. We had gone fishing, and sitting on the river bank, asked George why Brian dressed as a girl. Because he wants to, was all he said. I still didn't understand, so said nothing else, as, I suppose, I couldn't think of anything to say. Some few days later, I had gone to call for George, although we hadn't arranged anything. His mother told me George and Brian were going to a party, so he wouldn't be coming out, but for me to come in for a few minutes before they left. When I went in, they were both sitting dressed in very pretty, lacy party dresses, short socks, Mary Jane shoes, with neat ribbons in their hair. I was stunned, and could only stare open mouthed. They were very relaxed, and said Hello, we're going out, do you want to meet up tomorrow? I could only nod and stammer a quiet yes, OK. Going back home, my mind was in a turmoil at what I'd seen, and didn't know what to think. The next day, when he called for me, and we went off on our 'bikes somewhere, he acted exactly as any other time, but I was still "tongue tied". We'd sat down to rest after our ride, and it all came pouring out. I wanted to know everything. Why they dressed like it; how long had they done it; didn't their parents mind; what did it feel like; and many more. George just told me that they had always dressed like girls sometimes, they enjoyed it, the feeling of the different clothes, doing different things when dressed as girls. Their parents didn't mind, as far as he could remember, it was his mother who had started dressing them, and his father was OK with it, they were boys who enjoyed "boy" things, and if they wanted to dress and play like girls, well, that's OK too. I thought I was beginning to understand, but it was all so new and different to me. It was probably a few weeks later, when I was on my own for a minute or two with George's mother, that she said George had told her that I had been asking a lot of questions about him and Brian dressing up. As Their father was taking them out for a day in a couple of days, why didn't I go round for the day, she would be on her own, and we could have the day together, and she would tell me all about it. Embarrassed, I just nodded a yes. As I was leaving, she said, a bit sternly like she really meant it, don't forget now. Feeling very nervous, on the day, I went to the house, but I couldn't pluck up enough courage to knock on the door. After a little while, the door opened, and she said she'd seen me, not to be shy, and come in. We went into the kitchen, where she gave me a drink and busied herself with a few chores, chatting away, and I began to feel more relaxed. Then she said, come upstairs, we're going to have a lovely day together. This brought all my nervousness back again, but I followed her up into George's room. Now, she said, get undressed, I'm going to give you a nice bath. I stood there not being able to move, embarrassed, scared even. When she came back in, she said, come on Gordon, I said to get undressed, do you want me to help? I could only shake my head. She sat on the bed, and told me to get on. Very slowly and shakily, I took my clothes off, down to my underpants, but just stood with them on. And those too, or do you want me to help you. By this time, I think I was scarlet with the embarrassment, but something in the way she said it, made me take them off, but I covered myself with my hands afterwards. Don't be shy, take your hands away, I've seen little boys before, you know. So hesitantly, I did, and stood before her naked. There, that's better, now I'll give you a that nice bath. Following her into the bathroom, she helped me into the warm water, and gently bathed me, saying all sorts of nice things. Exactly what, escapes me now. Afterwards, she wrapped me in a towel, and led me into her room. I could see on the bed, some girls clothes laid out, and I knew what was going to happen next, which made me even more nervous, if that was possible. When she'd finished drying me, she said that now she was going to dress me in the clothes, and I would be able to spend the rest of the day with her dressed like a pretty little girl. She picked up some silk panties first, and told me to step into them. I could feel the softness of them as she pulled them up my legs and smoothed them around my bottom. They felt so different to the cotton boys pants I usually wore, but it felt beautiful. So much so, that, because of the tension I had been feeling, I burst into tears. She took me onto her lap and comforted me, until I had stopped, and was calm again. She gently dried my eyes and softly smiled. Next was a little brassiere, which she slipped over my shoulders, and fastened at the back. It felt so strange, but comforting, the tightness around my chest. After came a full skirted, lace petticoat, then a party dress with a sash, like George had worn, followed by socks and little lacey slip-on shoes. She brushed my hair and fixed ribbons in it, and said, there, you do look lovely, look in the mirror. The image I saw was of a little girl, it wasn't me, but of course it was, and I could only stare and think how pretty I really did look, and how lovely all the clothes felt around me. I twisted and turned, showing off, and she just laughed happily and said how pleased she was. True to her word, I spent the rest of the day dressed like that, and she showed me George's and Brian's wardrobes with as many girly clothes as boys. She also showed me the girls toys they had, the dolls etc. and showed me how to play with them and how to dress them . I had a lovely time with her, and the time just flew by. All too soon though, it was time for me to see about going before George and the others came back. Before you go Gordon, I want to take a picture or two of you, you look so lovely, which she did, telling me how to pose for the best results. Reluctantly, I went upstairs to change back into my boy's things, which felt so rough and uncomfortable now. George's mother told me to call her Auntie in future, she would call me Gina, and said I could dress up at any time, if I wanted to. Cycling home, I had a big smile on my face, and when I got in, my mother commented on how happy I looked, so must have had a good day. I had, but didn't say why! I hope this is not too long for you, My apologies if it is, and do edit it if you think it needs it. I had many occasions after that, dressing up, and would be only too happy to tell you some more, if you think it would be of interest. With thanks for a wonderful web site. Much love and affection, Gordon B. Thank you for your letter Gordon. Another great example of an innocent approach to petticoating and obviously had a huge impact on you. By all means, we would love to read more of your further adventures, so please do write when you can. Auntie Helga |