Letter 3
From Mary Beth
Dear Susan,

We have been corresponding for so long, and I have enjoyed our exchanges of letters so much, that I would like to take the opportunity to tell all your readers about my family, its petticoating traditions, and the loving and successful disciplining of our grandson, Donald (or Dawn, which is his girl's name).

Some may consider me an opinionated old woman irrevocable set in her ways, and if so, then so be it. Here is the story of my involvement in turning my teenage grandson into a compliant sissy, his relationship with the family, and, more importantly, with his girlfriend Heather.

First, a short history of my dedication to the practice of petticoating. I married into a family of Scottish decent who actively engaged in petticoating all male members of the family. I quite willing continued the practice with my husband and our three sons. I have been successfully in influencing my children to continue the practice with both their sons and daughters. Girls in this day and age require petticoating as much as their brothers, if they are to grow up to be proper young ladies.

The core of our family traditions is the ideal that the wife is both the mother responsible for the training of the children, and the keeper of the hearth whose duty is to enforce those traditions. Thus she is the undisputed head of the household. The husband also has duel responsibilities: first he must provide the means to ensure the family well-being, but more importantly he must provide total support for and obedience to his wife both in word and action.

Central to this is a strict dress code followed by young and old alike. When wearing traditional male attire at school or work, the male will wear a girl's vest and panties at all times. For church or social gatherings the males of the family will wear formal Scottish attire. In addition to the panties and vest, a short slip or petticoat should be worn. At home they will wear either a girl's kilt or some other style of skirt, together with a blouse or sweater. A full length slip will ensure an accidental bare midriff never occurs Girls will be similarly dressed, except they are expected to wear a dress for evening meals, and other suitable occasions. When in dresses they will wear nylons. Depending on age a bra will be worn at all times. A personal quirk of mine is, if possible, to dress the children in old fashioned bloomers. So much for my background.

In the summer of 2000 we lost our son, Donald's father, in an accident. Prior to that time Donald, and his sisters Ann and Jill, were raised in the family tradition. Shortly after our loss Donald started to change, and by mid November he had completely rebelled, rejecting all tradition, and showing disrespect for his mother and sisters as well as any adult in a position of authority. He ran with an rowdy gang of peers, exhibiting all their values. Grace, his mother, called me and pleaded for me to intervene before it was too late. I agreed so long as they would move in with us for at least a year. I was also to be given complete control over my three grandchildren, with Grace fully supporting all my actions. She agreed. I needed some time to prepare and arranged for them to arrive about a week before Christmas.

I obtained the service of Mrs. Keith via my oldest son. She was completely experienced in our ways, having been with us when her mother was our children's nanny and governess. As I have already mentioned, petticoating isn't used as punishment - instead a strict form of diaper discipline is employed when necessary. Coming from a Scottish heritage we never throw anything of value away, but rather put things in storage for future need. I maintain a nursery for use by our younger grandchildren when visiting. We retrieved a youth sized crib and highchair from storage for Donald. I still had some toddler styled clothes from when our children needed disciplining which would fit Donald, so all that was required was replacing some elastic. On Mrs. Keith suggestion I had a soft flannel baby cuddle bag made, but it differed from the usual in that we added side zippers to the sleeves and sides, allowing us to immobilize his arms.

A week before Christmas Grace and family arrived. Donald was in fine form: not only did he ridicule some of his cousins who were present, but he openly challenged me by stating no one could force him to wear sissy girls' clothes, and tradition be damned. That was all it took for Mrs. Keith to get involved. She took a very surprised young lad by the ear and marched him to the nursery. Grace and his sisters followed.

When he refused to undress as told, Mrs. Keith held him while his mother and sisters stripped him. He was carried over to the change table where I had a heavy baby print double diaper ready. With a little effort I pinned him into his diapers and pulled up a pair of pink vinyl bloomers. Between Mrs. Keith and I we got him into his sleeping bag. After tying the bottom and fastening the restraining zippers he was put in his crib. Mrs. Keith requested the rest of us to leave so she could come to an understanding with Donald. Several hours later, a slightly subdued Donald was brought down to dinner with the other young folks. Once in his high chair we made the mistake of releasing his arms, and he knocked the divided baby dish off the high chair tray.

That did it. I called his grandfather, my husband John. After restraining his arms John carried Donald back to his crib while Mrs. Keith cleaned up the mess and prepared a baby bottle of warm milk. Grace and I accompanied her while his sisters were invited to join us when they finished their dinner. Mrs. Keith sat down in a rocker John put Donald in her arms and she started to feed him. After a short battle of wills Donald gave up and started to nurse. He had finished his first bottle when his sisters arrived. While still holding him she had his sisters take turns feeding him a second bottle of warm milk. Donald offered even less resistance. When he was finished Mrs. Keith checked his diapers, and he needed changing.

She had the girls watch closely while she diapered him telling them she expected them to help take care of him in the future. Donald was in tears by the time he was put to bed. He was not permitted to leave the nursery for the next three days. His sisters took great pleasure in being allowed to feed and change their brother. When the time came for Donald to rejoin the family he experienced another surprise. In addition to his diapers and bloomers he was dressed in a little girls' training bra, ruffled tights, and a romper play suit. He tried to hide, and I put a walking harness and leash on him. With every step he took the little bells attached to harness tinkled, calling attention to him. When we joined the others, except for telling him how cute he looked no one paid attention to him, which was how they had been instructed, under threat of joining him in the nursery. The remainder of the week was uneventful. Donald either wore rompers or cute little girls' dresses with matching bloomers.

I later learned that Donald's unexpectedly meek attitude was in part do to his expectation of returning home after the Christmas vacation. We broke his bubble New Year's Day when we told the children they were staying, and would be enrolled in the same school their father had attended. We gave them their uniforms, Donald expressed some relief because he would be wearing pants again. Then he almost had another crying spell when he learned he would be required to wear little girl-style training panties, vinyl lined rumba panties, and an onesie under his uniform. We had arranged for him to be excused from gym for this period: combining it with lunch time permitted him to return home at noon for lunch and changing if necessary. After school he resumed his diaper discipline. Much to my surprise he adjusted to his new state rather easily.

Starting a month after school began, we started his transition back into the family. We started by allowing him to join us for church wearing his regular kilts, but he still had to wear his school underwear. On returning home, he was permitted to wear his kilt, forgo a nap, and eat with the rest of the family instead of in his high chair. At bedtime he returned to the nursery. At two week intervals an additional day in big boys' clothes was added, with the understanding that continued good behavior was expected, unless he wanted start all over again. By the time school ended he no longer needed to wear baby rompers or little girls' dresses. I had found an old pattern for a one piece vest and bloomer combination. I had several made for Donald to wear instead of his training panties after school, when not wearing baby clothes. He was still required to remain in the nursery at night as a constant reminder.

We all went on a two month train and auto cross country trip for our vacation. As a final challenge Donald was to go as a young girl, Dawn, Jill was to be his twin sister, while Ann was the big sister. If he successfully completed the vacation as Dawn he would be free of the nursery. As a reminder he would still be required to wear a disposable diaper at night. Ann and Jill had also ended up wearing combo bloomers, as a result of teasing Donald about wearing them.

We made the first of many shopping trips with the three 'girls'. In addition to buying them several pretty dresses to wear, we bought some casual play outfits. Mostly short tennis dresses, or tennis skirts and blouses. Ann wanted a couple of shortalls, and we bough two each. I am sure Ann later regretted her choice when we added elastic to the cuffs turning them into rompers. We finished the shopping trip with a visit to the beauty shop where all three had their hair styled appropriate to their assumed ages. Donald looked darling in bangs and a short pony tail.

With the exception of one slip when Donald tried to emerge, Dawn remained in complete control. The girls adopted John as their personal tour guide and confidant. Dawn started off rather shyly, but by the end of the vacation she had emerged as a charming outgoing young lady.

One notable event occurred while we were attending some Scottish games in Pennsylvania. We met a young couple who thought as we do, and practiced petticoating with their three active young children; two boys and a girl. All were wearing white cotton bloomers under their kilts. Grace made friends with them and learned the source of the children's bloomers. The next day she ordered several pair for each of her children to be delivered at home in time for the new school year. Ann was quite unhappy at first, but a day in a disposable diaper changed her mind. Dawn and Jill willing accepted their mother's decision.

On returning home the children started school wearing their new cotton bloomers. Ann and Jill experienced some teasing, which soon let up. One girl in Ann's gym class, Heather Kelly, was quite supportive and they became good friends. Donald was quite pleased to wear bloomers instead of the training panties he wore last semester.

We soon noticed that he was spending all his time at home dressed as Dawn, so we restricted his time in dresses to three days a week, the other three days were spent dressed as Donald in skirts and blouses, although he was allowed to wear an unpadded training bra. The question of his attending extracurricular activities came up in early November.

John suggested we buy him some regular boys' clothes, as he would need to wear them when he went away to college anyway. Grace agreed, so long as he as he wore a complete set of girls' lingerie under his boys' wear. John took him shopping for a suit, and two sports jacket and slacks. Grace and I then took 'Dawn' shopping for lingerie. We really went all out, whenever possible everything was white nylon, the exceptions were a long-legged panty girdle and nylon stockings. Later I specially ordered two pair of white long-legged nylon sateen bloomers. When he was all dressed up you would never guess what he was wearing unless he took off his jacket, but if he did the outline of his bra and mini slip were unmistakable, which is exactly what Grace wanted.

Dating wasn't an option until Christmas when Heather (she was in three of his classes as well as Ann's gym class), invited him and Ann to a party at her house. After much coaxing from Ann, Donald agreed, but at a price. If he had to wear a panty girdle so should she. Grace wasn't sure, but upon the good advice of a friend, you Susan, Grace took Ann shopping for two panty girdles, and one more for Donald. We met Heather before the party as her family attends the same church. She seemed like a charming girl, but a bit shy.

From what little we saw when we picked them up after the party, Heather was anything but shy. She took possession of Donald from the time he arrived, and she never left his side the entire evening, on several occasions taking advantage of the mistletoe to kiss him. As we departed Heather asked her mother if Donald and Ann could go with them to a play. She agreed if Grace did. Everyone agreed! Heather asked Donald if he would wear the kilts he wore to church, and he shyly said he would if she wanted him to. On the way home Grace reminded him that he would have to wear all the same lingerie he had on, even if he wore kilts. He didn't offer any objection. I would have felt better if I knew Heather was dressed the same as Ann and Donald.

The week following Christmas Donald and Heather had several dates. On all but one occasion Donald wore kilts, always on Heather's request, and she was a little put out on the one time he didn't. Things were moving a little too fast for my comfort. I wanted a way to introduce the concept of petticoating to Patty Kelly, Heather's mother. As luck would have it, she was as concerned as I was.

Patty, Grace, John and I had a long talk. I not only introduced her to the idea of petticoating, but ended up telling her about Donald/Dawn. As a result Heather is now required to wear bloomers all the time. She is also required to wear a panty girdle any time she and Donald go out on a date. Patty stayed for dinner, and had the opportunity to meet Dawn, and she was impressed, but agreed that was not the right time for Heather to get to know Dawn. Several weeks ago Heather was allowed to find out that in addition to skirts and sweaters Donald also wore nylons and a bra. Her response was simple - she wants Donald to wear them all the time. Donald couldn't been more pleased, as it was another reason for him to dress the way he has now learned to like best.

I have included Heather in the children's sewing classes, The present project is a jumper with a full circle skirt. Each will decorate their skirt with a favored animal, Heather a unicorn, and Donald the winged horse, Pegasus. They needed some accessories to go with them. We went shopping, and Heather insisted Donald wear a fully padded bra with his skirt and sweater. That confident young lady has certainly taken over, and I thoroughly approve. We went to a shop specializing in square dance costumes. They all selected their own peasant blouses, full petticoats, and multi-layered ruffled bloomers. I really wasn't surprised that Donald's and Heather's were identical.

This last weekend Heather had a birthday dinner and slumber party for the four of them. Heather got to meet Dawn for the first time, and her reaction could have been predicted. She wants to see more of Dawn so she can get to know her better. When it comes to her and Donald, I don't think anything would faze her.

When it came to sleeping over, we tried to throw road blocks in their way to no avail, short of forbidding it if nothing else worked. We come up with the following conditions that would ensure their good behavior: under their long nightgowns they would each wear a thick double diaper, pink vinyl bloomers, and a second pair of sissy bloomers we had made for each of them. We even embroidered their names on the diapers and sissy bloomers. They survived the night with their modesty intact, and are now planning their next sleep over.

I am looking forward to the future when Heather truly becomes a part of the family I have no doubt that she will continue our family tradition, to the benefit of both Donald and any children they may have.
My very best wishes,

Mary Beth

It really is a pleasure to have a letter from Mary Beth telling of the training of her grand-son, and his courting by Heather, who sounds like an ideal addition to a family where the petticoating and submission of the male members is a long-standing tradition. This is not as strange as it may appear to my readers, as traditions of feminine authority, and the petticoat training of male children especially, do certainly occur - most commonly in the United States for some reason, and particularly in the older families of New England and the South.

Mary Beth and her husband John have made some outstanding contributions to 'Petticoat Discipline Monthly' over a long period of time.

(A Classic Reprint from our April 2002 Issue.)

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