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As for question as to whether my mother dressed me in girls clothes, the answer would have to be yes and no. At the infants and junior school I attended, one of the punishments for boys that got their uniform all mucky and muddy at break times was to be sometimes put in a girls school pinafore dress. The teacher would fetch a dress from the spare clothes that the school secretary used to keep and the boy would be dressed in it in front of the whole class. The boy would be undressed out of his trousers or shorts and his grey jumper, and then made to tuck his shirt into his underpants. After which the teacher would then put him into the grey school girl's pinafore dress, which was usually a few sizes too small so that it clearly exposed the boy's underpants. The boy then had to spend the rest of the day dressed in the short little dress, and at break times of course would be teased mercilessly by all the other children, especially the girls. If you wet your pants at school or had got very wet through during a rainy lunch break you would end up spending the rest of the day in no more than your shoes, socks, underpants and vest, until your clothes had dried out on the radiators in your classroom. Of course forgetting your gym kit also resulted in having to do your PE class in no more than your underpants and vest too. Of course these punishments were all very humiliating embarrassing for the child concerned, as they were supposed to be, but it all seemed very normal and appropriate at the time. And most importantly those kinds of humiliating punishments worked, because it was a rare child that made the mistake of suffering those punishments twice. You could of course imagine the uproar today if those practices were still carried out. Parents today seem to get all up in arms even if their little six to seven years olds are made to do PE in their pants and vest. Quite different back then though, if your parents found out you'd caused trouble at school they'd very likely punish you too with a jolly good spanking. At the Sunday school which my mother ran the dress was also used as a punishment there, but for ill behaved and unruly little boys. A boy would usually have to be quite persistent in his trouble making before finding himself suddenly being yanked out of his chair and quite quickly and roughly stripped down to his underpants. Then a rather short pretty flowery girls dress would be quickly pulled over his head. This would happen so fast that the naughty boy would barely know what was going on, until he was stood dumb struck and startled wearing this short pretty little dress that barely came down past his waist. Whilst he was still trying to figure out what had just happened the boy would be suddenly pulled over the knee of my mother, or one of the other ladies that helped at the Sunday school, and given a sound spanking. The spanking usually brought events for the naughty boy to a head, and I can't remember a boy that didn't burst into tears at that point. Usually kicking their little legs in distress as their bottoms received a jolly good spanking. It wasn't unusual for boys to wet themselves whilst being spanked, but my mother and the ladies always wore large rubber aprons due to them helping the younger children with painting and the like. After the spanking the snivelling boy would have to stand facing the class with his hands on his head, which would pull up the dress exposing his underpants for all to see, made all the more embarrassing of course if the boy had wet his pants during the spanking. I do also remember one Christmas when I was quite young, maybe four or five, that my mother had got me a Wee Willy Winky style white night shirt and cap. The night shirt I remember was really rather quite sissy. The collar was all sort of ruffled rather like a choir boys, as were the cuffs and the hem. I remember having a matching pair of sissy knickers to go with the shirt that was also ruffled around the leg cuffs, and they had a big sissy bow on the middle of the waist. I remember having to pose for photos in front of the Christmas tree wearing my little Wee Willy Winky outfit and holding a candle in one of those old fashioned candle holders. My mother thought I looked adorable in it and she still talks about it at Christmas's even today. I must admit I also remember being rather taken with my sissy Wee Willy Winky outfit too, and I have rather fond memories of wearing it down in the living room all snug by the fire with the Christmas tree all lit up by the window and a pile of colourfully wrapped presents nestled underneath it. Myself from a very young age, I always rather fancied wearing girls' clothes anyway, as they just seemed so much more exciting than our boys' clothes. My earliest memory of wanting to wear girls' clothes was when I was four and attending a nursery school in Johannesburg, South Africa back in the early 70's. I lived in SA for a couple of years aged four to six when our family to move there due to my fathers job, but we used to go back to England for Christmas and visit all our relatives. I remember a girl at the nursery school there who always wore these rather pretty Shirley Temple style dresses that exposed these lovely frilly panties that were nestled in between lashings of fluffy petticoat. I remember she had one of her dresses taken off her once because she had got paint all over it. She was crying of course at having her pretty dress taken away from her, but I was totally captivated by her lovely pretty little frilly knickers. I remember thinking how wonderful it must be, to be a girl and to be able to wear such pretty frilly clothes. I used to imagine how exciting it would be if I too could run around in such pretty little short dresses, exposing my lovely frilly petticoats and panties as I enjoyed myself in the playground clambering over the climbing frame or as I went back and forth on the swing. When I was six and we moved back to England I went to a proper infant's school for the first time. This was first time that I'd really been in amongst large amounts of girls; about half my class seemed to be girls. I always found it exciting to catch glimpses of the girls' knickers as we played during break time and especially during our PE period. Although most of us changed into gym kit there were still quite a few boys and girls that just took PE in their underpants, as gym kit wasn't compulsory at that age. I used to love looking at the girls pretty panties during PE, because although we boys at the time also had some rather nice colourful and patterned underpants, the girls' knickers always seemed so much prettier to me. I don't know if it was the flowery patterns they usually had or the choice of colours that were used for girls' knickers, but I was always quite envious of how pretty they looked. I used to fantasize at night when I went to bed, about all the different types of pretty panties that I had seen and I imagined myself being accepted as one of the girls as we all played wearing only our pretty little knickers. As I wrote in an earlier article just over a year ago this was the year in which I was punished with the baby outfit, which they used to employ as a punishment for badly behaved boys and girls at the infants school. After that incident I then began to fantasize that I was all dressed in very sissy white frilly baby wear and laid back in a big plush open cot, surrounded by lashings of soft white satin and fluffy ruffles. All around the cot would be the girls from my class dressed in their pretty panties, and they would be fussing all over me as if I was a big baby. They would be laughing and giggling as they changed my big fluffy nappy or took my dummy out my mouth to feed me with a big bottle of warm milk. That was a fantasy I had for many years as a young boy. When I first moved into my own apartment and got my own internet access one of the first things I started doing was to try and make a reality some of those sissy frilly fantasies that I'd had for so long. I started off with buying myself something that I had always desperately wanted for many years and that was a pair of lovely frilly knickers. I then got myself a sissy dress and big fluffy petticoat, after which I started getting braver and ordered myself some adult size disposable nappies. I have now been buying various bits and bobs over the course of a few years and have quite a little collection of different outfits. I have all sorts of frilly knickers and a couple of sissy dresses and petticoats, as well as a school boy outfit and a custom made grey school girl pinafore and a couple of very short sissy little tartan miniskirts. I have a whole load of other bits too like woolly polo neck jumpers and embarrassing y-fronts and vests just like when I was a boy, as well as some custom made little boy terry towelling matching y-front and vest sets. Not to mention the various bit of big baby paraphernalia, such as big baby bottles and lidded drinking beakers etc. Like many other big baby boys though, the one thing I am currently missing is a lovely mummy that would enjoy making me dress up in all my lovely outfits. Regards, Charlie Thank you for your lovely letter Charlie. I'm sure with diligent searching you should be able to find a women to treat you as you should be. Charlie has also written more on this subject which I will include in the December issue. Auntie Helga |