I am writing you because my mother had written you before, and she has asked me to write and tell you about my petticoating. It all started back when I was 13. Mother and Father explained to me that Mother needed me to help her in the house and do housework rather than work in the fields. At first I didn’t mind it since my two older brothers had some hard field work to do, while I got to work in the house, cleaning, washing, and cooking. Nor did I mind the frilly pinafore that Mother insisted I wear every day when I came home from school. But after a year of that I wanted to get out of the house and work like my brothers were doing - after all what I was doing was girls' work. I explained this to my mother, who didn’t say a word. I thought I had won the argument. A week later Mother
told me I would not be attending classes at school anymore, but instead a former schoolteacher would tutor me at home.

That Monday, instead of going to school with my brothers, Mother took me shopping. We spent the morning in one dress shop after another, buying dresses and petticoats, bras and all the trappings that a nice young girl would need. Several times Mother held a pretty dress up to me to check on how a 'girl' would look in it. But I just did not believe that all the girls’ clothes she was buying were for me.

Not until we walked into the corset shop. Mother had always worn a stiff corset, so I assumed she was buying another for herself. When we got in the shop the lady clerk came out with a burgundy corset. I was about to sit down, but Mother pushed me into the back room, where she began to remove my clothes in front of the clerk. Then she handed me a pair of frilly girl’s panties that she had bought earlier, and told me to put them on. No sooner had I done so than the clerk wrapped the corset around me. Soon I was gasping for breath as the stays were tightened. My mother unpacked some hose and attached them to the garters, followed by a stiff petticoat and a frilly frock.

I found out later that Mother had arranged things with the store well beforehand. She was an old customer, and the middle-aged woman who ran the shop was only too happy to oblige. Since my hair was long, Mother simply put a large ribbon in it. And that she had me walk out of the shop in the frock, wearing Mary Jane shiny shoes that she had bought earlier. I felt all soft and sissy, and I was so embarrassed, and  I thought everybody was looking at me. But no one was, and we came home to the giggles of my brothers, who were informed I was to be treated as their sister from now on. Walking out in the fields in those shoes was out of the question, and I soon began to accept my new role.

That was five years ago, and since then I have grown to love my dresses, and the full ruffled aprons that my mother makes me wear when I am attending to the housework. My hair is now down to the middle of my back, and this year for my birthday I got my ears pierced. I have been given a make-up kit by my cousin, and we practice putting on make-up together. Mother has encouraged me in this, and I have found I like wearing lipstick. I know I am a sissy, but I do not want to change. I would love to find a nice executive woman who needs a sissy to keep house for her and cook her dinners. Even raise the kids if she wanted some, while I remain permanently in frocks to remind her, and me, of my place in the marriage.
Danny Freeborn, NJ

I think that there is no doubt that your mother really yearned for a daughter, as indeed what mother would not after having two boys? I notice that you were put straight into a frilly pinafore as soon as you got home from school, and that when you decided that you wanted to work outside, your mother's answer was swift and definite.

Now that you have been trained to be a sissy, petticoated male you certainly do need a strong, modern woman to keep you in your accustomed role. Hopefully you will meet somebody who is appreciative of your old-fashioned feminine virtues.
Susan