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Dear Helga, I'm a single mother with two children: a twelve year old daughter and an older son who still lives at home. I'd like to tell you how I used diaper and petticoat discipline to pacify my unruly son when he was an adolescent. I was a single mother then as well, and at the time, David was my only child. By the age of twelve he had begun to disobey me and had fallen in with a gang of little hellions who were caught vandalizing property, among other things. The police released David into my custody. I knew I had to take a firm hand before he got into real trouble. I've always worked from home, running my own business, so it was easy to make sure my plans would be carried out. I had known about diaper and petticoat discipline from an aunt who practiced them on her son, and I decided this would be the quickest way to get David in line. I told David that if he was going to behave like an unruly baby, then he would be treated like one. That very night, I put him in diapers for the first time. He cried and yelled, but I told him he would either obey me or he'd have to find somewhere else to stay. I was bluffing of course; however, I wanted him to understand that his misbehavior was serious, as was my determination to stop it. He finally calmed down and removed his clothes, and lay down sulkily on his bed. I put a towel under him and began to diaper him. I slathered his bottom and privates with an anti rash cream, after which I deftly pinned several layers of cloth diapers on him. I warned him he better not remove them, and I better not hear him getting up to go to the bath room at all. That's what his diapers were for. I repeated this same routine every night without fail, and David's behavior improved dramatically. He came home, did his homework and chores, and submitted to his diapering without protest. Each morning I'd remove his diapers, clean him, and help him get dressed for school. Things were working out fine, but I knew David could still be influenced by his friends, and there were small signs he might start to rebel again. I wanted to make sure he didn't backslide, so I introduced petticoat discipline along with the diapering. One day when he came home from school, I told him that most of his jeans had been ruined in the wash; the only ones left were the good ones, and they were for school. I told him that since he was at home and no one would see him, he should wear a pair of my jeans. He grumbled but he submitted, and I assured him he looked fine. And he did look cute in my obviously feminine "mom" jeans. I had a pair of pink-trimmed white running shoes that I coaxed him to try on (telling him that the shoes absolutely went with the jeans). Although a favorite pair of mine, they were a near perfect fit for him, and he looked so sweet in them. I praised him at every opportunity, telling him how perfect they were for him. That night I put one of my nightgowns on him after I diapered him, and he seemed too tired from his chores to protest. Before long, I had him wearing my old blouses, slippers, panties, even bras. Since my running shoes fit him so well, I occasionally had him wear a pair of my sky-high dress pumps while he did his chores. I'd listen for the clip-clop of his steps, and if he was too quiet for too long, I'd scold him for dawdling. My son adapted well to his discipline, and my clothes seemed to have a calming effect on him. I'm quite petite, however, and it didn't take David long to outgrow my things. At that point, I began buying him his own feminine clothes. Coinciding with David's advancing puberty, I started emphasizing a less sophisticated clothing style to de-stimulate him and stifle any burgeoning macho tendencies: long lacy house dresses, corsets, sensible "mature ladies" shoes, tight panty girdles and plain bras. I used some mild verbal humiliation (good-naturedly belittling various aspects of his physique), but I also praised his behavior and lavished hugs on him when he did as I asked. I still diapered him every night, and dressed him in his boy's clothes for school every morning. I never again had any trouble from him, and I do believe he gained a sense of peace from a consistent, regimented lifestyle. I had always tried to set a good moral example for my son, but I'm human, and after a short relationship with a gentleman friend abruptly ended, I found out I was with child. David was thirteen at the time, and I told him that there would be a new addition to the family, and that I would need his help more than ever. After Kaitlyn was born, David not only did his homework and chores, but helped with the baby when I needed him. I was always there to supervise, and I taught David a lot about taking care of children. It was funny, because at the same time I was teaching David to change his sister's diapers, I was still changing his. After a couple years, my home business started to grow and things got more hectic. I gradually stopped David's diaper discipline, and a couple years after that I stopped his petticoat discipline. To this day, however, he's still docile, kind, and eager to obey. He once told me he couldn't be any other way anymore, even if he tried. When David turned eighteen, I gave him a choice. I told him he could go out on his own now with my blessing, or he could stay and help me run the business and raise Kaitlyn. I made sure he understood that 70% of the business and all my personal assets would go to Kaitlyn one day, regardless of whether he stayed or not. He chose to stay, and he's still at home acting as my unpaid assistant as well as housekeeper and cook. Kaitlyn, as a girl, occupies a privileged place in the household, and she knows it. She obeys her mother of course, but her brother is another matter altogether. She's not unkind to David, but she won't tolerate disrespect or disobedience from him any more than I would. She's always known that he was infantilized for his own good when he was younger, and that the world would be a lot better place if all boys were as well. My daughter has often said she's glad she isn't growing up like her friends, in houses where boys make their sisters' lives miserable. I've shown her photos of David under petticoat and diaper discipline when he was a child. Kaitlyn teases him about it, casually yet matter-of-factly calling him her sissy slave. She's been used to David being at her beck and call all her life. It's all in a day's work for him to clean her room, make her bed, do her laundry, and run errands for her. I'm glad she's assertive, but I don't want Kaitlyn to be too spoiled, so I assign her a few chores to do on a regular basis. And I make sure, with love, that she knows who the head of the house really is: me. I'm glad that my son is content to be who he is, and that my daughter is growing up to be a strong, confident lady who understands the proper role of men. Since David seems comfortable with his status, I hope to keep him at home permanently, with the goal of someday smoothly transitioning him from my assistant to Kaitlyn's. His help, obedience, and willingness to sacrifice will be of tremendous value to her, as she already realizes. Should she have children one day, he will be a dutiful uncle. I can think of no better role for David than to devote his life to the welfare of his sister and her future family. Thanks to petticoat and diaper discipline, he'll be well prepared to do so when the time comes. Regards. Marilyn Marilyn, thank you for the delightful letter and I'm sure it will serve as further proof that these programs work, I hope our readers will agree. Helga |