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Dear Auntie Helga, Thank you for the care and tenderness with which you keep this website up for those of us fortunate sissified males, and the ladies we adore. I had the fortune of stumbling upon it several months ago, and its stories have inspired my family to continue my own petticoating. I've always had an affinity for pretty things. I know my own mother recognized this, though her contributions would come later. I loved playing dolls with my 3 sisters, and shunned boyish things... much to my father's dismay. I'll never forget the first time I wore girls' clothing. We were at my grandmother's house for dinner. During the afternoon, my sisters and I would play outside, while waiting for the roast to cook. One afternoon, I fell in the mud and all my clothes were soaked. When I came inside, I was immediately scolded and sent into the utility closet to take them off. Since there were no boys clothes, my mother went to the car and found a pair of my little sisters flowery panties that. She came in the house and made me put them on while they put my pants in the dryer. I remember my two eldest sisters giggling, and I stood there, a pretty little boy in panties. I couldn't hide in the utility closet, since my mother called me to come and socialize with the family. I was embarrassed to say the least, however the more I moved around in girls' clothing, the more I realized how much I envied them. I no longer thought of myself as a boy, but as one of her lovely daughters. Other members of the family saw me and grunted their displeasure, but I didn't seem to mind. By the time dinner was ready, my own pants were as well, and my mother almost had to pry the panties off me. After that episode, there were a few occasions when my mother would hide my underwear and leave only girls undergarments in my room, at my sisters' suggestions. I instinctively put them on so that I could please her. I remember growing up, wishing that I could become a girl to wear such pretty things all the time. I dreamed of being transformed into a girl. When I became a teenager, I secretly wore my sisters' skirts and dresses. I was quite a cute little thing then. After college and marriage to a sweet young lady, several years passed before I was able to express my desire for lacy and silky things. After the discovery, now, I can't wait to come home and try on the lovely clothes my wife picks out for me. As I write this, she has me wearing a tight purple dress with a frilly pink thong underneath. We go shopping, and she makes me try on the clothes she will later have me wear because we will not waste money on ill-fitting clothes. I must behave as much the lady as possible, or else I get a smacked bottom. Time will tell if she forces me to go out in public, I imagine one day that will come to pass. I hope PDQ continues to provide wonderful insight to mothers and wives who need a little inspiration for the unruly men in their lives. Affectionately, Kori Thank you for your letter Kori. I am delighted for you that you found a wonderful woman with whom you can share your desires. Auntie Helga |