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Dear Auntie Helga, Good for you for taking over Petticoat Discipline Quarterly after the sad and unexpected passing of Susan McDonald. I am a lady after your own heart and it is marvellous that there is still a round-table for the topic of humiliating and feminizing the inferior male. Like you I have had the good fortune to experience and impose petticoat discipline and can testify to its benefit in subjugating arrogant stupid little boys of whatever age. My first exposure to this kind of discipline was in 1980 when I was 14 and my 17 year old male cousin Andrew came to live with my Mother and my 11 year old sister Sally. He was a horrid brat and bullied us two girls until Mummy had the good sense to put him into dresses. She had the babyish clothes made in his size by a lady friend and after giving him a severely smacked bottom in our presence dressed him in a very short pale blue baby frock, white frilly panties and petticoats, and white ankle socks with white Mary Jane shoes. The socks had lace frills just above the ankle like little girls wear and she also put two big white ribbon bows in his short hair. He looked so girlie and ridiculous. A big boy dressed as a three year old toddler. The tables were now completely turned. He became our little sister, baby Lucy, and had to obey Sally and me constantly as well as addressing us as Miss and curtseying whenever we were there. Mummy allowed me (and later Sally) to spank him and I loved pulling the big baby by his ear over my lap in front of my girlfriends, taking down his frilly panties, and giving his little bare bottom a severe strapping with one of my ballet slippers. He sobbed like a baby and we tormented him without mercy. One of my friends bought him a dummy to suck to stop him crying so much when he was punished. We took Lucy out in public several times dressed like a 12 year old girl and wearing a wig so that he did not look so obviously like a boy but some people would stare as he appeared too big and too old to be dressed so childishly. He hated these excursions especially when Mummy took him to a local park and had Sally put him on the swings and roundabouts in the children's play area. She would push him as high as she could on a swing so that his frothy lace petticoats and panties could be easily viewed by the other children. He would blush furiously with his eyes downcast because he rightly felt so ashamed. For Lucy's eighteenth birthday Mummy dressed him a really frilly pink party frock with a many layered lace trimmed white petticoat and the frilliest panties you could imagine. She then strapped him into a child's pushchair which she had specially made to accommodate his size. The straps meant he could hardly move except to clutch one of his many dolls and Sally and I wheeled him off to the park. Fortunately for him the weather was not very good so there were few people about which is just as well as we had the top down so that he could be clearly seen. Mummy had put him a auburn wig with curls and ribbons which we threatened to remove so that passer-bys would know he was a boy but he pleaded and cried to be allowed to keep it on. Since it was his birthday we decided to spare him further humiliation. Lucy was kept dressed as a little girl all the time at home and only allowed boys' clothes for school. Mummy trained him to talk with a very distinct lisp and to walk like a little girl with a skip and jump and little pigeon-toed steps. He had to carry a doll whenever we had visitors and was forced to tell them that he enjoyed being a little girl and wearing pretty clothes. It was all he could do to stop himself from crying. Sally and I loved his degradation and embarrassment and he became out little doll to play with and punish whenever we wanted. Mummy kept him like this for five years until he was allowed to leave home to take a job in London. Like most boys subject to petticoat rule he gradually came to accept and then enjoy his life as a little girl and by his 20s happily wore dresses and pretty panties. He had become the sweetest little girl one could imagine. He is now 44, unmarried, and lives alone spending most of his free time dressed in babyish frocks. As you would expect he is extremely submissive and quite terrified of the opposite sex remaining in awe of Sally and myself. At weekends he works as an unpaid housemaid for one of Sally's girlfriends and can pass in public dressed as an adult woman. My experience with baby Lucy convinced me that petticoat discipline is ideal for stupid boys not just as a punishment for naughtiness but as a continuing form of discipline to produce unthinking obedience and respect. In 1995 my female partner Linda and I adopted a six year old boy from Rumania whom we have always treated and dressed as a little girl. For school he wears boys' clothes but at home he is dressed and treated as a little girl even though he will be 19 this year. His girl's name is Penelope but we call him Poppy for short and he plays with dolls, skips rope, and does all the other things little girls love doing. He talks with a sweet babyish lisp and is (almost) the perfect child so we rarely have to smack his bottom. When dressed as a boy he projects an effeminate persona and has been called a sissy by other boys which is why he mixes only with girls who accept his girlishness. We take him out dressed as a girl although he is now allowed more adult clothes including high heels, make up, and short skirts and he makes a very convincing attractive young lady. He enjoys being a female and is considering gender reassignment surgery in the next few years so that he can become a complete woman. He is attracted to boys although we do not allow him to go out on dates as he is still too young but there will be plenty of time for this in his twenties. Linda and I are considering fostering or adopting another young boy whom we can raise as a girl and we hope to find one in the next couple of years. There is much more I could write but I shall leave this for another time. Congratulations on the being the new editor/owner of the PDQ and I hope you will publish this letter. I know Linda and Poppy will be very excited to see their names in print. Lots of love, Shirley xx Thank you for your letter Shirley and kind comments. I hope your letter will be an inspiration to all of our lady readers to see the wisdom of Petticoat Discipline. Auntie Helga |