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Dear Helga, I do love reading the letters on your site and I would certainly encourage more Mothers to use petticoating on their sons as it worked wonders on my son! I raised him on my own and when he was a little boy I would sometimes dress him as a girl as punishment when he was naughty. If he had been really naughty he would also go over my knee for a spanking! In those days Ian was a proper little Mummy's boy and would love brushing my hair for me and painting my fingernails! He was the most loving and attentive boy a Mother could ask for. However, as he grew into his teenage years I stopped the punishment as I thought he was too old for it but that was a big mistake! His whole attitude and behaviour took a big turn for the worse. He became cheeky, cocksure and barely paid me any attention at all. He refused to do anything to help me round the house and didn't seem interested in talking to me or spending any time with me. He was hanging around with what I considered to be rough boys and referring to girls as "birds" which I definitely dont like! The last straw was when his teachers told me his school work had also started to suffer. He was 15 years old and I didn't want him ruining his future so I knew I had to do something drastic and I realised that bringing back the old punishments was going to be the sharp shock that he needed! It was clear to me that it was going to be harder for me to get a 15 year old into girl's clothes than when he was younger so I sat down and formulated a plan. In my opinion it was this new masculine side to him which had developed which was ruining him so it was my goal to subdue this masculinity and bring out his feminine side which had made him such a lovely little boy in the past. I knew that on the day I first confronted him I would need everything at my disposal for my plan to work. I even decided to change my own appearance on that day for maximum effect. It has always amused me how sons get all shy and embarrassed when they see their mums dressed in sexy clothes so I put on my short black leather skirt and a low-cut leopard print top and quite heavy make-up. I also put on my black leather knee high boots as they had 4 inch heels on them so I would be a good 5 inches taller than him and look a bit more imposing! When he arrived home from school that day I was waiting for him in the kitchen. He seemed slightly taken aback by my appearance and even blushed slightly so I took an instant no-nonsense tone with him. I sat him down at the kitchen table and asked him if he could remember how I used to dress him as a girl when he was younger and had been naughty. He went white as a sheet! It was as though all those embarrassing memories came flooding back to him! He wanted to know why I was asking and I told him that if he did not change his ways and start behaving and doing as he was told that I would show his new "macho" friends the photos of him I took while he was dressed as a girl! He pleaded with me not to, so while I had him on the defensive I marched him upstairs to my bedroom. Earlier on I had laid out some of my lingerie on my bed so that when he entered my room he would be overpowered by the sight of feminine garments. I sat him down on my bed and stood with my hands on my hips as I told him my concerns about his school work, his behaviour and his attitude and lack of attention towards me. I told him how we should have a shared interest to rebuild our relationship and I wanted to share with him my love of lingerie. He sat there like the good little boy of old as I held up my corsets, bustiers, baby dolls, slips, knickers, suspender belts and told him what they were. He was blushing bright red and didn't know where to look! I could see my plan was working so I ordered him to undress! He looked shocked at my request but all I needed to say was remind him of the photos and he was soon removing his t-shirt, jeans and socks. He paused when it came to removing his boxer shorts so I let him know in no uncertain terms that either he removed them or I would! Once they were off I handed him a pair of my own black silky knickers and he looked at me with pleading eyes but I told him it was for his own good and he reluctantly pulled them on. I allowed him to put his boy clothes back on over the top of his knickers and gave him a kiss and told him how much I loved him. That evening he chose to stay in with me instead of going out with his mates and he even didn't sulk and throw a tantrum when I asked him to help me wash up after dinner! When it was time for bed I told him he was to leave the knickers on to sleep in and he was also to wear a pink silky nightie of mine! He looked so cute in the nightie and I warned him that he had better not remove the garments during the night! For the first couple of weeks after this we carried on with the same arrangement of him wearing my panties under his boys clothes when he came home from school and one of my nightgowns to bed. Although he tried to hide it, I could see he was starting to get "excited" about wearing my knickers so I decided to take his dressing further. I gave him a pair of my black stockings and a suspender belt to put on and he was so nervous that he was struggling at first so I demonstrated how to do it by having him watch me put on a pair myself. He gazed wide eyed in awe as I did this and I must admit I was loving this new attention he was giving me! What Mother wouldn't? Once I had seen him in my stockings and suspenders I couldn't stop there and had him trying on my skirts, blouses, dresses and even my high heeled shoes and boots! The early reluctance and apprehension he showed seemed to disappearing day by day and the more I dressed him the more obedient to me he became. There was still the odd occasion when he tried to put up a bit of a fight such as when I first tried to put make up on him. He told me he wasn't sure if he wanted to do that yet so I held his chin and put some of my red lipstick on his lips. He looked in the mirror at himself and smiled meekly and I kissed him on the cheek. Our first kiss as Mother and son while both wearing lipstick is one I will never forget! From time to time I would tease him about his new found love of Mummy's lingerie and he would try and deny it and say he was only going along with it for me but we both new that wasn't the case. With our new shared interest in lingerie I also took the opportunity to wear my lingerie around the house more after my shower at night as I do think its a pity for it to be locked away in drawers unseen. I also invented little games to amuse myself and to maintain Ian's interest in my lingerie. There was the guessing game where I would ask Ian to guess if I was wearing stockings or tights under my skirt. If he guessed correctly he got as kiss and if he guessed incorrectly I would lift my skirt to show him his error and he would always blush bright red with embarrassment. Needless to say, he soon cut off contact with those ruffians and spent his evenings at home focusing his attentions on his homework and his Mummy! Despite the vast improvements in his school work and general attitude, there were still some distinctly "male" parts to his personality which I wanted to change such as his lack of "domestic skills." Now that he was doing as he was told I thought it would be a good opportunity for me to pass on the domestic chores of the house to him as I work full time to support the both of us so I decided to train him up on all the household tasks and buy him a suitable outfit! So, for his 18th birthday I bought him a special present. It was a cute little french maids outfit along with a pair of lovely fishnet stockings and a beautiful pair of black patent stiletto shoes. He was really shy and embarrassed about wearing the outfit at first as the skirt was really short and Mummy could see his stocking tops! He started to cry and asked if he could have a longer skirt. To be honest I was furious about how he could be so ungrateful after I spent all that money on his birthday present so he went straight over my knee for a good spanking! I went on to explain how much pleasure I got seeing him in that outfit with the skirt so short and has not complained about it since! Well, Ian is now 19 and is still Mummy's good little sissyboy. He now wears my panties at all times so wherever he is, he has a reminder of my power over him and not to stray to his horrid little "macho" phase that he went through! He does all the housework and sure knows how to look after his Mummy. He tells me when I look sexy, paints my long fingernails for me, lights my cigarettes for me and even gives me foot massages when I get home from work. The chore I love him doing most for me though is when he hand washes my dirty lingerie. There can't be a bigger thrill for a Mother than seeing her 19 year old son delicately washing her worn knickers! My advice to all Mothers out there is to get your disobedient sons in panties as early as possible and all this can be yours! Mrs Scott Notts, England Thank you for your letter dear. I couldn't agree with you more, boys should mind their mothers, take pleasure in treating them with the respect we deserve and feel grateful when we share the pleasure of wearing feminine clothes. Auntie Helga |