Dear Susan,

I have been reading various letters sent to you, and felt obliged also to tell you of a lovely experience I have had being petticoat punished.

I was always very active as a boy, running around and always in some trouble or other. This carried on into my teens , even up to 18 years old. At 18, I met a girl called Anna, who was 16. We became boyfriend and girlfriend and spent a lot of time together. Anna was very feminine, into tennis, netball, dancing and music. She loved make up and pretty clothing, and she found me a handful at times. It all happened when we were talking one day, whilst she was painting her nails. She started to paint one of my nails, and I let her. It felt nice, like a massage. Before I knew it, all my nails were a pretty pink colour. The effect it had on me did not go unnoticed, and Anna asked me if she could put some make up on me. I said no at first, but she insisted, and said it would be fun. I still said no, but she went and fetched her make up bag and told me to keep still while she made my face up. After what seemed like an hour she gace me a mirror, and, to my surprise, I looked like a girl of maybe 15 years old. I blushed but remained very calm.

'It really suits you', she told me, 'and you have calmed down so much I can’t believe it. You don’t seem as aggressive now'.

I couldn’t disagree but just bowed my head. This made her giggle at me, and I blushed even more.

'Poor girlie, are we embarrassed?' she teased me. I could have disappeared at that moment.

Anna decided that she may as well see what I looked like in girls' clothes and I dared not argue, as by this time she knew she had full obedience from me. I was taken to her bedroom and to cut a long story short, waxed and dressed in the whitest bra and panties. I was put into her school uniform, a pleated, navy skirt, white blouse and white ankle socks with the regulation school tie to finish. My shoulder-length hair was held back with a black Alice band. It did not take long for me to agree with Anna that I had always
wanted to dress as a girl, although I had tried to keep it a secret from myself. Anna said I was more relaxed and less aggressive when dressed. I remained embarrassed for a long time about it. Anna loved it, and from time to time she would again dress me. She knew that if she got me in her bedroom and put one bit of nail polish on my finger that I would not do anything to stop her from dressing me.

After a while she invited a friend round to help her and they both agreed that I should go out with them to the shops dressed. I didn’t want to but when I argued they became cross with me and said they would tell everyone at school. I was never to argue with them again, and I didn’t. Out we went. I walked in between them. I was the only one with the uniform on. Anna and her friend, Kim, had trousers and tee shirts on. They met friends on the way and introduced me as Lucy. I just stood there blushing.

Anna knew she had complete control over me by dressing me as a teenage girl and she was right. I came to love being dressed and in the end started to dress myself. Sadly, we drifted apart and split, but I still continued to dress, buying my own clothes and pinching underwear from my sister.

But I badly missed the control of a woman, the obedience when dressed. I began to get restless, as I used to be when I was a boy. I’d go out drinking and get into fights. I was a real pain. Yet in private I would dress.

When I was 24 I met another girl called Louise. We ended up living together, and it was great fun. One day she caught me in bed with a pair of her panties on. I thought she’d go mad, but after telling me of for wearing her panties she said she’d get me my own. I thought nothing until I came back one night from work to find her sitting there on the chair with some of the most frilly and pretty pink underwear I had ever seen, like that of a very little girl. She told me to put it all on and I did, even though I was very embarrassed. I was being obedient. She then took my male clothes and put them in the spare room. I was directed into our room, and she dressed me in a pink party dress which came to just below the tops of my thighs. The back was zipped up and fastened with a button at the top. I tried to feel it but couldn’t. Louise laughed and giggled, saying how she knew I would like it. I said I didn’t, but she would not listen.

I had once again become calmer and less argumentative and Louise liked that. The party dress had a frilly petticoat underneath and it went very well with the panties. When dressed like this I would do anything for Louise, and she soon had me making her tea, cleaning and washing up. Every now and then she would make me take the rubbish out. Once she locked me out for fifteen minutes and I just stood there, scared of shouting in case someone came to see what the noise was about.

Louise and I have now parted. I was faithful to the end but she found work in Australia and went to work there.

I think petticoat training and punishment by feminisation is effective. I know, It has happened to me. It saddens me that I cannot serve anyone anymore. Once again, I have become more hyperactive and restless. Maybe one day, the right lady will come along and train me again. I have learned to love being in girlie clothing, and respect femininity for how powerful and masterful it is.

'Lucy'
Durham, UK

Here once again is a demonstration of the calming effect of petticoat discipline on a male with too much aggression and energy, and a restatement of the necessity of feeling 'controlled' and disciplined if petticoats are to have the desired effect. I certainly hope that Lucy manages to find a woman who will keep him disciplined as he desires.
Susan