This beautiful little Christmas tale was written by Christopher, who submitted one of the very best of the original letters that I have published in the past year, 'Dressed in Cousins' Frillies'. For the Christmas Annual Christopher has written a piece of part fiction, part fact, inspired by the petticoating he was subjected to as a boy, and which he describes so well in his letter.

It had been a particulary cold winter and Chris's life had been carrying on in its normal manner, normal that is since being caught dressed in a silky nylon baby doll nightie and matching panties by his aunt six months ago! He had now been subjected to six months of instruction in his domestic duties, and was expected to carry these out dressed in one of the luscious baby doll sets which had started this whole episode.

It had snowed in the night and while it was not really cold inside the house, doing the laundry dressed in a baby blue nylon baby doll, with his pantied bottom being exposed every time he bent over, made it seem so. He had just finshed the laundry and was preparing to take the basket out to the backyard in order to hang out the clothes to catch the benefit of the cold winter sunshine. Aunt Mary always insisted that there was no substitute for air drying laundry.

A knee length, pale blue, frilly nylon neglige was lying across the the ironing board and this was the only further protection against the winter cold that his aunt allowed Chris to wear for hanging out the laundry. Chris found the embarrassment and shame excruciating when when dressed like this and with a pair of fluffy mules on his feet, he had to go into the back yard. Even though it was reasonably secluded from the neighbours, it was still possible to see into the yard from the upstairs windows of several of the neighbours' houses, including the one where Molly lived.

Molly was a girl of about the same age as Chris, 17, and she was just as tall as he. Molly's mom was a good friend of Chris's Aunt Mary, and Chris' cheeks would burn with embarrassment whenever he came into a room where his aunt and Molly's mom were sitting chatting. Although she had never seen Chris dressed in his frillies, he had a deep fear that she knew all about his aunt's regime and she seemed to smile a litle knowingly whenever she saw Chris.

Well, 'I'd better get on with it', he thought as he pulled the slight and very feminine negligee over his baby dolls. Stepping outside the door Chris felt the sudden drop in temperature keenly, the feminine nightie and negligee did nothing to keep out the sting of the
bitter winter air. Only the thought that tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and that he would be excused his household duties for three days, lifted his spirits. He hung out the washing carefully as he had been instructed to do, and got back into the house as quickly as he could manage, but not before he thought he caught a glimpse of a curtain moving in Molly's upstairs bedroom window.

Having completed his household chores Chris went up and changed into his normal day wear for a trip into town to do a little Christmas shopping: this consisted of a pair of silky nylon lemon coloured full cut panties, matching suspender belt, black nylons and his normal 'boy' wear on top of these. He walked briskly the three hundred yards to the bus stop to catch the bus to town, acutely aware of the sensation of the nylons being tugged coolly along his legs by the suspender belt.

At the bus stop he had been waiting for about three or four minutes when he heard the distinct tap-tap of high heels approaching from behind, and turned to see Molly and her mum coming to catch the bus also.

'Hello Mrs Wilson, Molly', he said 'Off to town for a bit of last minute shopping?'

'Hello Chris', said Mrs Wilson, 'Yes, Molly and I always seem to leave the best bits until last'.

'We need to get a little something for your aunt and perhaps something for you too', she teased, 'Your aunt has invited Molly and me over for Christmas dinner as you and she will be on your own and so will Molly and I'.

Chris was a little surprised, his aunt had not mentioned this to him.

'Oh, that's smashing', he said.

The bus arrived and they all boarded and headed into town. As they got off the bus Mrs Wilson said, 'Anything in particular you would like Chris? perhaps something to keep you a little warmer on these cold winter mornings?' she said with a knowing hint of a smile, and even Molly reddened slightly. Chris however, went red to the roots of his hair. Had she or Molly actually seen him?

He mumbled a reply, 'No really Mrs Wilson, you musn't bother with anything for me', and hurried off in the other direction.

Christmas morning arrived with snow on the ground. A white Christmas, thought Chris, lovely. He got up and noticed his reflection in the mirror, he was wearing a knee length double layer frothy pink nylon nightie that had been his older cousin's, as was all the lingerie and nightwear he kept in his cupboard. Beneath he was wearing a pair of her silky full panties in matching pink with a frothy white lace trim and a little white ribbon at the waist in front.

He went down stairs and made tea and toast, putting this on a bed tray and taking it to his aunt's room. He knocked lightly on the door and entered at his aunt's command.

'Good morning Auntie', he said, 'and a very Merry Christmas'. Despite the emabarrassment he felt at his dress, and the petticoat training he had undergone at his aunt's hands, he did really love her and was very grateful for her kindness towards him.

'A very Merry Christmas to you to my dear', she said, and reached out to give him a hug and a kiss.

'We have a full day today and I shall need your help Chrissy'. She had taken to calling him Chrissy ever since that first fateful day when he had been caught dressed.

The morning was a busy one, as his aunt had predicted, and by the time they had finished all the preparations and had just sat down, the doorbell rang.

Chris nearly jumped out of his skin as he was still wearing his 'chores' clothes, a short pinafore style dress which his aunt had made for him, with a smock over it to prevent staining from his household duties, as well as his panties.

He dashed upstairs and just had time to change from his chores clothes to a pair of jeans, and a shirt and sweater, when his aunt called, 'Chrissy, come along our guests have arrived'.

He went downstairs to see both Mrs Wilson and Molly were in the parlour and were just taking off their coats.

Both looked lovely, with Molly particularly sweet in the somewhat childish party type dress she was wearing.

'Merry Christmas Mrs Wilson, and to you Molly', he welcomed.

'Merry Christmas yourself Chrissy', said Mrs Wilson. 'Yes, a very Merry Christmas Mrs Goodall', said Molly, 'and to you too Chrissy'.

He was a bit embarrassed by her use of 'Chrissy' rather than Chris, but ignored it.

'Well come along everyone,' said his aunt and she ushered them all into the lounge.

'Please do sit down Marjorie', said his aunt to Molly's mum.'You too dear', she said to Molly.

'Would you like a drink ladies?' she asked.

'Yes a dry sherry for me Mary, and the same I think for Molly?'.

'Yes please, thank you', answered Molly.

'That's dry sherry for us all Chrissy, and please do be careful'.

Chris coloured at the admonishment, thankful that his aunt had not concluded with her usual, put your pinny on dear.

He poured the drinks and returned to find his aunt, Mrs Wilson, and Molly chatting away merrily.

The sherries were handed round and before long another couple had been consumed, and everyone was now drinking egg nog. He had been a little concerned when his aunt had been making it, because she had been a little liberal with the brandy, but everyone agreed that it was just the thing for the ocassion, and they were all in excellent spirits when his aunt suggested that they open their presents.

Everyone agreed, and it was decided that Chris should pass his around first. Not having any money of his own, Chris had been given a little by his aunt to buy a small present for both Mrs Wilson and for Molly.

He gave each their perkily wrapped packages and was pleased when his selections were genuinely approved, a pair of gloves for  Mrs Wilson, and a small bottle of perfume, Estee Lauder youth dew, for Molly.

'Oh Chrissy, you shouldn't have!' cried Molly.

'Thank you very much Chrissy, these are just what I wanted', said Mrs Wilson.

His aunt opened her present and he could see that she was also truly touched when she saw that he had bought her, a small gold charm for her bracelet.

She turned to him and said, 'I know how hard  you must have saved to get this Chrissy and I am delighted with it, thank you, you have been most thoughtful'.

'Now open yours, Chrissy'.

They all seemed to be eager to see his reaction to the parcels laying next to him on the sofa and he picked up Molly's first.

It was a little bigger than a book and it felt soft, he unwrapped it and he was surprised to see a very girlish pajama case in the shape of a cuddly lion. A little surprised by the somewhat feminine gift, he said, 'Thank you Molly. It's very nice'.

'I thought it would come in handy for your nighties', she said. At first he thought he had misheard, but the looks on the faces of the women showed that he had not.

He quickly moved on to Mrs Wilson's present and opened this in a rush, spilling the contents onto the floor in from of him, a matching bra and pantie set in a deep blue satin. 'Careful Chrissy', she admonished, 'I thought you knew how to treat your undies'.

Now the poor lad coloured completely red.

He was trembling as he opened the package from his aunt and was shocked to see a pairs of the frilliest panties he had ever seen, snowy white and with frilly lace across the bottom, also a matching suspender belt, black stockings and a satin maid's dress with petticoats.

He sat there for what seemed forvever, unable to move or say anything, and then he heard Mrs. Wilson, as if from a distance say,  'Well go on then Chrissy, let's see you dressed in your pretty undies and outfit, let's have a little fashion show'.

'Yes off you go Chrissy, put on the luscious undies Mrs Wilson bought for you and let us see how pretty they look. Then you can dress in your lovely maid's outfit and serve us our dinner'.

All they ladies eyes were on him and he was unable to speak or move, then Molly got up and said sympathetically, 'Oh look Chrissy's too shy to move, come along then Chrissy let's you and I go upstairs and I shall help you get changed. Then we can have a lovely dinner and play some party games'.