Your kind response to my letter was gratifying and a most pleasant surprise. Thank you so very much. I thought you might like to hear of my personal experiences with petticoat discipline. Please feel free to use my letter in your brilliant magazine..

I believe that I was always destined to become a petticoated sissy. When I was about 8 years old I had a fascination with a larger-than-life doll that was my younger sister's. I remember quite clearly one evening when I secretly tried on the doll's panties. They felt wonderful and I was jealous of the fact I could not wear such frilly underclothing myself. Just as I was about to remove the underwear my mother opened the door and stepped inside. I suppose that she was shocked and she started to admonish me. 'What are you doing wearing that doll's panties?' she shouted. 'Do you want to be a little girl?' I managed to mumble a weak 'no', and stood in front of her with my face burning with shame.

'I know how to deal with boys who wear panties', she said as she took me over her knee. She spanked me, still wearing the panties, and I was soon crying uncontrollably. 'So you are a cry baby as well', she said. As the spanking ended my mother told me to put my own clothing back on and go to my room. I sat on my bed still sniffling as she walked in. 'Since you can't act like a big boy, I am going to treat you as you deserve'.

It was then that I noticed she had a diaper and rubber pants in her hands. Realizing that she meant to put them on me, I started crying all over again. I was an occasional bed wetter at the time, but until then the problem was dealt with by putting a rubber sheet over the mattress. As she powdered and pinned the diaper on me I found myself strangely calmed. She pulled the rubber pants over the diaper and called me 'her little sissy baby'.

'I'm sick and tired of washing your sheets every time you wet the bed. Until you prove to me that you can go one week without wetting the bed you will wear diapers every night. If you wet your diapers you will be spanked and will have to wear rubber pants over your underwear to school that day'. I felt a curious tickle in my stomach and realized that I was actually enjoying the domination of my mother. As I drifted off to sleep the tightness of the diaper between my legs felt wonderful.

When i awoke in the morning my diaper was damp, and so I had to wear a pair of pink ruffled rubber baby pants under my school clothes. My behavior had put me on a path I did not anticipate. I had been a bit of a bully to my younger sister much of the time, teasing her unmercifully about anything I could think up. Calling her names and pulling her hair was common. I had not been diligent at school, and often disrupted class by talking out of turn. I frequently had notes sent home notifying my mom of some improper infraction of the rules. As I sat in class that day the rubber pants I wore under my jeans kept me strangely subdued. I was terrified of being found out by my classmates and had to find odd times to go to the bathroom so as not to be seen. The noise my rubber pants made when walking was fairly easy to detect and that made me keep mostly to myself.

It was with no small degree of trepidation that I walked home from school that day. When I walked in the door my mother checked to see if I was still wearing my infantile underwear. It had not occurred to me that I might have taken them off. She escorted me to my room and what was laid out on my bed made my mouth drop open in shock. I gazed upon a pretty dress adorned with ruffles and lace. Several pairs of colored nylon panties and white ankle socks, a pair of patent leather Mary Janes, and a couple pair of white panty hose. There was also a ruffled white apron. 'These will be you clothes when you are at home from now on. You will not have to sneak into your sister's room to try on her doll's panties. If you behave yourself you will not have to wear a diaper during the day, but you will wear one to bed each night. If you wanted to dress like a little girl you now have your wish. And since you wanted to dress like a girl you will now learn to act like one. Rather than playing with your rowdy friends you will help me around the house. You will learn to do laundry and ironing. You will learn how to clean the house and how to cook. If you disobey you will be spanked and diapered. Now let me help you change'.

I was in a state of shock and stood there numbed as my mother started to undress me. I lifted my legs as I was told and she started to draw the panties up to my waist. I started to feel dizzy but realized that I actually was enjoying this a great deal. As she continued to dress me, and although I didn't understand it at the time, I started to become very submissive and demure. As she lowered the dress over my head I felt very much like a girl. She tied the apron on me and led me to a mirror. Other then my short hair, I looked very much like a little girl.

My behavior changed radically after that. I did learn to do the housework and laundry. My grades improved in school, I think in large part because I had to wear the rubber pants every day. Now I was the object of teasing from my sister. She threatened to tell my friends of the way I was now dressed and I was very careful not to make her angry. My petticoating continued for many years. When I had my first nocturnal emission it happened in my diaper. My sexuality has forever been linked to being petticoated, and under diaper domination.

I did not have a father figure around for most of my young life, and my mother and little sister instilled in me a deep respect for women as the superior sex. I believe this is the case. Men should bend themselves to a woman's will. I believe that society as a whole would be better if petticoating were used in a widespread manner. I am now happily married and am responsible for all of the housework, and homemaking chores in general. I wear sensible women's clothes when at home. The French maid thing just isn't practical. My wife diapers me nightly. If I am allowed sexual release at all, it is only into my diapers. When my wife pleasures herself she is always in the superior position, on top.

I hope this letter pleases you. I truly love your magazine and have read all of it several times. 
Thank you kindly,

Chris

Chris seems to appreciate the benefits that flowed from the firm petticoat discipline he received from his mother and little sister, and is fortunate enough to have found an ideal partner who understands the benefits of having a petticoated and domesticated male in the kitchen. I definitely concur with Chris's sentiment that society as a whole would be better if petticoating were used in a widespread manner.

The doll's knickers must have been delicious to wear, because dolls are usually dressed in much frillier and more babyish clothing than real girls' clothes. I must confess this is the first case I have heard of in which doll's undies played a part.
Susan