I enjoy your magazine so much, especially the letters from other readers. I was particularly 'turned on' by the letter in Vol. 2, No. 6 from Mrs. M.O'D., Coventry, about her transforming her husband into a maid She describes how she dressed him in three can-can petticoats. I too am a T.V. When I was fourteen I used to share a bedroom with my nineteen year old sister Patti, at which time can-can petticoats were the height of fashion.

One night I decided to go to bed early. I sought out one of Patti's petticoats and put it on. It was white with layers and layers of net and covered with little pink bows and frilly lace all around the hem. Patti came up to the room for something and she caught me red-handed with it on. I was absolutely speechless. She laughed at me and said: 'So, you want to be alone do you? Wait until Mother hears about this!' I pleaded with her not to tell. She said 'All right, but you will have to do anything I ask'. I agreed, and she went back downstairs.

The following weekend my parents went away with some friends for a few days, and Patti's friend, Sandra, came to stay. I thought that the incident had been forgotten, but at about eight o'clock when we were watching television Patti suddenly said to her friend: 'Derek wants to be a girl!' The friend looked surprised, until Patti explained how she had caught me in her petticoat. Sandra told her that she would have loved to see it, and Patti suggested: 'Shall we make him into a girl for a few days?'

My heart went into my mouth. They took me upstairs and made me strip off, which I was obliged to do under the threat of my parents finding out what had happened before. Patti took all my clothes from my drawers, including the ones I was wearing, and locked them in Mother's room. 'You won't need them for the next few days', she told me.

She opened a drawer and pulled out several bras and told me to take my pick. I refused, so Sandra picked out a white lacy one and fastened it on me. She then picked out a white frilly suspender belt, which she said matched my bra, and helped me on with it. Patti opened a packet of tan seamless stockings but Sandra said: 'Wait a minute', and opened her case and pulled out a packet of her black sheer nylons and told me to put them on and be careful not to ladder them.

When I had done this, Patti said:'Here is your favourite underskirt: put it on'. I did without hesitation. Her friend suggested: 'Put another one on, too; it will flare your dress out more'. She passed me a multicoloured one, and pulled out a black and white gingham dress, which buttoned up the front, from her case and instructed me to put it on.

When I got the dress on, Patti reflected that it looked a bit flat at the top, so she stuffed a pair of panties in each side of my bra. They gave me a pair of black patent stiletto shoes to wear, and proceeded to make up my face. I was finally taken downstairs and made to walk like a girl. When I sat in the chair opposite them, my petticoats made my dress go right up in the air. They sat laughing saying: 'Doesn't she look cute!' It was suggested that we should all go to the chip shop in Sandra's car. I protested saying: 'I can't go like this!' Sandra said: 'She's right. Denise has no panties on!' So, upstairs she went, and returned with a pair of white nylon panties with ruffled lace running in layers across the seat of them. She told me to step into them and then pulled them up.

I was told to put on my sister's grey mohair coat and scarf, and off out we went in the car. Soon Sandra pulled up and told me to get her some cigarettes from the machine, but as soon as I got out they drove off and left me standing there. Luckily it was dark but it was the longest half mile I had ever walked back home. When I got there, they were still laughing.

Soon it was bed time and I was made to keep on my bra and put on a blue nylon nightdress with a white lace overlay and frilly hem. That night we three girls slept together. We had many weekends after that when I was made to be a girl; then, finally, I got married. My sister went right ahead and told my wife all about it. Now my wife dresses me as a girl at weekends. However, we are both longing for the day when I can wear can-can petticoats again. I wonder if they can still be bought anywhere? If anyone knows will they write in and tell me?

Derek (Denise),
Lancs.

What a beautiful experience it must have been for Derek to be forcibly petticoated by his sister and her friend. And he has obviously married a wonderful partner who fully empathises with his need for petticoats. Hopefully, they have a computer and are on the internet - the auction sites have made available again all sorts of luscious frilly undies, including can-can petticoats, to anyone in the world.

When you sat down, can-can petticoats not only made a loud rustle, but they did make your dress go right up so that the pettis could not be missed. They must have been devastating weapons of petticoat punishment!
Susan