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Dear Helga, Michael's New Life Part 2 (continued from Jan. 08) As promised an update on Michelle's progress into girlhood. As I said in my first letter we arranged to start the Petticoating process on Sunday 16th December. Michael arrived back from his father's and was somewhat morose. It appears he has informed him that his work now wants him to work in Australia for a period of at least a year and possibly may re-locate there on a permanent basis. Quietly I was jumping for joy as I could not have wished for better news as it made life so much easier for me. He looked around and saw his aunt in the lounge along with my friend from the salon Rebecca. I told him to come and sit down as we needed to talk to him on a serious matter. The poor lamb seemed scared; I told him that over the past few months his behaviour has been deteriorating to a point where something had to be done. He apologised for his rudeness and belligerent attitude but I told him that nice as that was it was all too late. I told him quite firmly that he would be subjected to petticoat discipline from this day forward. He asked what this was. I told him that since he could not behave as a good boy it would mean having to become a girl and all that this entails such as wearing feminine attire, having a feminine hair style, wearing make up, doing girl tasks and hobbies such as dress making and helping to keep the home nice perhaps some cooking and so on. I explained that this was not an option or open to discussion and that he would now come with us upstairs to see his new room and change. Michael did cause a furore but not as much as we had anticipated - he said he was not going to wear silly girl's clothes but when I stood up and read him the riot act he backed down and began to cry. My sister held him and told him that if all went well he would not have to remain in girls clothes forever and that there would be occasions where he would be wearing boys clothing such as to school. He came along and when he saw his new bedroom he cried even more. "It's a girl's room mum - what has happened to all my stuff?" I explained it had gone to a good home and that is all he needed to know. We wasted no time and soon he was down to his pants which I soon whipped off him. I told him as we were dressing him what each item was for. We started with a pair of pink frilly knickers and inside I placed a sanitary towel - I told him this would keep his undies clean and that when this was dirty he should change it. Next a bra which my sister explained how to put on. By this time he was broken and knew there was no way out for him. I showed him how to put tights on the proper way with a nice pair of satin gloves so he would not cause a ladder. Once these were on I got him to lift his arms so I could put the full white satin petticoat over him. He complained that it felt funny and tickled and asked why he had to wear this. I told him it was so his dress or skirt would sit properly and that it prevents anyone seeing through to his underwear. Next came his blouse which was a plain pink affair and to go with it a knee length white pleated skirt. A pair of low healed court shoes completed the outfit. We next sat him down where Rebecca played around with his hair and dressed it into a nice girlie style with some ribbon and hair slides in it. She then placed a small amount of make up on him, a spray of perfume and we were essentially done. Michael was beaten and surprised us all by his lack of fight, yes he was in tears asking why we had done this and how could he face his friends. That was the next bombshell Helga "well Michael you can't play with them anymore as you will be spending most of your time as a girl and while we are about it your name will be Michelle. With that the heavens opened up and he just sobbed - I did start to feel bad and thought I might weaken but my sister stood firm and took over. Well the rest of the day went by with Michelle very subdued hardly talking and not wanting to eat, he kept tugging at his clothes as he said they felt funny. I told him he would get used to how they felt and that female clothing was much more tactile than boys. He did not eat anything but had a drink of coke. I thought it was sweet as there was lipstick marks on his glass. When it was time for his bed I told him he needed to change out of his skirt, blouse and petticoat but to keep the rest of his underwear on and with that I produced a full length shimmery satin nightdress which I helped him on with. I told him that tomorrow we would go shopping as mother and daughter as he needed a pretty dress for Christmas, he squirmed at this but I told Michelle all girls like to look their best on Christmas Day. We went shopping and Michael went in the same outfit as the day before. He tried on about 5 party dresses but in the end I went for a shimmering red satin gown with the skirt coming to mid calf. Underneath it rustled with the integral net Petticoating but we purchased an additional one with about 8 layers to fill out the skirt even more - oh how gorgeous he looked. My sister got Michael to do a twirl so we could get the full effect. Of course we had the usual moans about how silly he felt which fell on deaf ears. I have hung the dress on the outside of his wardrobe so he is constantly reminded of what he will be wearing Christmas day. We proceeded to the lingerie department as I wanted to get Michelle a couple of bras, a good selection of petticoats full and waist, some camisole and French Knickers plus other panties. I decided on a few panty girdles and a full corselet. I did not insist he tried these on as we could return if necessary but I held the petticoats against him just to rub it in I suppose and make him know that this is his life now. His little face was red with the shame of it all despite my assuring him that no-one would suspect his being a boy especially with how pretty his hair looked and his make up. He kept trying to hide behind us but I told him to not be a silly girl and made him walk in front of us. We had shopped for a couple of hours and decided to have a break, Michelle wanted the toilet so I told him he would have to use the ladies which he moaned at. I told him it would look very odd if a young pubescent girl walked into the gents wouldn't it? Michael went and my sister escorted him to give him some courage. He appeared holding my sisters hand - I felt very pleased seeing Michelle having experienced her first visit to the ladies. After our lunch we went to look at some skirts and dresses and managed to find 4 of each. This time I did insist on Michael donning the outfits to ensure they fitted nicely which he conformed to albeit reluctantly. Next was the make up department where we purchased a selection of basics as I think it is important that Michelle has her own make up. Other things I have bought for her Christmas presents which include lots more frillies, nail and hair accessories, a couple of nice handbags including a clutch bag to go with her dress at Christmas, lots of tights and stockings more nightdresses with matching negligees, some really lovely girlie slippers plus dollies etc. I felt proud of what we had achieved in a short time and just to be sure, my sister stayed the night. I locked Michelle's door so she could not get out. I will write again when I have more to tell you. Kind Regards Judith Thank you for your letter Judith. I'm sure in time Michelle will adjust and come to love being a good girl for you. Auntie Helga |