Dear Susan,

I will be embarrassed knowing others will read this, but while in high school here in the USA, I had the habit of dressing in my mother's clothing because I had a lifelong penchant for wanting to feel female. The only way I could satisfy that need was to cross dress at every opportunity. I admit to playing hookey from school more than ocassionally in order to engage in this opposite gender activity.

When I was 18 and in my senior year I met a girl with whom I had my first sexual encounter. I was a good-looking guy and she thought me quite the catch. One afternoon while playing hookey (her too), at her house, we got carried away with ourselves and soon were removing some of our clothing in order to make love. What I had forgotten was the fact that I had spent the entire morning dressed as a girl. As a result I had the expected marks where my bra and girdle had been worn.

The moment I was undressed I saw Renee starring at me with her mouth agape. I looked down to discover the humiliating truth of her discovery, and my shame. She said, 'You've been wearing a bra and girdle'. As a girl, she was only too quick to recognize the same marks that she had on her own body almost every day…girdles were quite common in the 1950's in this country.

I was mortified. I tried to say that I had done so out of curiosity but she said, 'You had to have had those on for hours to make those marks. You must have been prancing around the entire morning dressed in lingerie'.

Of course I tried to get dressed to leave but she wouldn't allow me to do so. She insisted that she would tell everyone, and that my time in school would be hell if I did not listen to her. She then sat down and looked me over as I stood in front of her. I could see the wheels turning, as I turned three shades of red.

Then she told me that she would like to see me dressed, and got up to go to her chest of drawers, pulling out panties (knickers to you), bra, slip, and girdle. She told me to put them on. I pleaded with her not to embarrass me further, but she would not take 'no' for an answer. Then she went and got a plain black dress and her mother's apron from the kitchen, and had me don those too. She gave me a pair of furry girls' slippers and then told me I was going to be her maid for a few hours. I was about to rip off the clothing but she said that if I did as I was told, she would not tell any of her girlfriends about it. With resignation, I gave in and asked her what she wanted me to do.

She told me that once per week I would be expected to come to her house when her parents were out and act as her maid - doing the washing, ironing, vacuuming or anything else she could think of, including her homework, dressed in a similar fashion to today. She said that she would feel free to spank me if I did not obey her orders and be obedient. She said she wanted to make sure no other girl would get me, so she would hold onto me in that way. I didn't see how I could get out of the situation without being totally humiliated so I agreed to her demands.

I spent the remainder of the year doing maid service for her. She often took liberties under my dress with her hands, giggling all the while about how nice my pretty panties felt. If I got angry and protested at her teasing, she told me I was to be punished the way her father used to punish her, and made me get across her lap and she took a hairbrush to my bottom. I eventually stopped rebelling as it began to feel pleasurable and comforting to belong to her in a way.

Yes - we got married just after college, as now I felt we belonged together as husband and wife - and as maid and Madam. Today we still play that way together, as the children are married and we have the house to ourselves. It has kept our marriage young and spirited. Now I feel that getting caught in dressing up activity was serendipitous.

More and more women are accepting of varying degrees of opposite gender dress in their mates given that they understand that they too cross the line in dress style. My petticoated sisters across the pond should take continued hope.

Mandee

Here is another perfectly happy marriage kept together, and kept young and exciting, by the overwhelming wonders of petticoating. Of course Mandee was already smitten with the very special bliss of feminine undies, and despite his protests he must have found serving as his girlfriend's obedient housemaid delicious ecstacy from the start. I know that his girlfriend's cheeky teasing whilst he was trying to attend to his alloted tasks would be hard to endure, but that is all part of the training involved in petticoat discipline at its best.

Isn't 'lingerie' a wonderfully onamatopaeic word? It really invokes the special heaven of satin, silk, lace, caressing stockings and tights, and froufrou petticoats, and I know that there are males who feel faint just at the sound of the word.

Incidentally, readers of 'Petticoat Discipline Monthly', as Mandee points out, can take hope from her experience. You must never give up hope, and you have this magazine as a friend until you find the woman of your dreams.
Susan