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Dear Auntie Helga, I love your site and would like to add a short note about my experiences with tights discipline and ballet class. When I was a young boy I had to wear tights for a school play. I found the nylon caressing my skin gave me a strange, confined feeling and I was embarrassed about being up on stage in tights. When I was backstage, an older girl pinched my butt, ran her hands up my nylon-clad legs, and teased me mercilessly about being a sissy in tights. Years later I related this story to my first girlfriend, who smiled mischievously. The next time I became angry with her she went to her bureau, removed a pair of pink tights, and ordered me to put them on. I reluctantly did so. She then put a short pink sweater on me that only came down to the waist band of the tights, and made me put on pink tennis socks, the kind with the little pom-pom in back. She kept me dressed like this for several hours while making me clean her entire apartment. She commented on how I became much more docile and obedient toward her while wearing tights. Then she laughed and said that she would wear the pants in our relationship while I wore the sissy tights. From that point forward she ordered me into tights whenever I misbehaved. A few months later she decided that I should take ballet lessons. When considering what to make me wear for class, she discovered that regulation men's dancewear was actually more revealing and humiliating then dressing me in a leotard and tutu. The men's dance belt--a thick, tight thong that wedges my butt cheeks apart and crushes my penis and balls in a cotton cocoon-- is an embarrassing little torture device. It is completely visible under men's nylon tights made by Capezio. These tights are cheaper then the spandex ones and far more revealing. The grey and white colors are actually see through. The white was a bit much for class, so she bought me grey to wear over a black dance belt. With a short tank top that stops at my waist and white slippers I am a total ballet sissy. As you can see by the picture I attached the tights are very revealing, embarrassing and humiliating, but regulation so no one can object.  When she took me to class in this outfit all the girls laughed at me and then nodded their heads in approval. The smiles, smirks and giggles continued throughout the class. I soon discovered that in ballet men only exist to serve the women. Men must submit to their beauty through bows and other exaltations, lift them up, and wear the most revealing, humiliating tights to show the world that they are nothing but objects for the women's amusement. The feeling of the dance belt wedging me and the soft nylon caressing my legs while I prance for ladies who laugh at me is very shameful. It makes me feel like my only role in life is as a ballet sissy who must serve and amuse women. After several classes my girlfriend became chummy with the teacher and the other girls. Pretty soon they had me in pink tights, pink slippers, black turtleneck leotard, and a pink tutu. But they only dressed me this way on certain occasions when they felt like blowing off steam, leaving me to wonder each time I went to class about how much I would be humiliated for their amusement. Unfortunately, I had to move to Los Angeles and broke up with my girlfriend, but I've found a new class where I hope to find a woman who would appreciate me. If you know of any women who would appreciate a ballet sissy like me please feel free to put them in contact with me. I hope my story inspires your readers to use ballet class and regulation men's dancewear to sissify their boyfriends and husbands. Ballet Sissy Thank you for your letter Sissy and it is a fine example of clothing being used constructively to help gain proper control. Auntie Helga |