Dear Miss MacDonald,

I was moved to contact you having read a letter from Steve concerning bed times and the use of feminine names.

I have now been living at the home of Mrs Trevarthen for just under ten years. My bed time is 9pm, and it is chiselled in stone from Sunday night until Thursday night, Friday and Saturday I can stay up until 10pm. Furthermore I must be in my nightdress at 8pm irrespective of who is in the house.

I came to Mrs Trevarthen's home as a penniless student friend of her daughter, whom I now must call 'Miss Angela'. I had spent the first year of college in Halls of Residence and followed no discipline. After the first year, students must move out to private accomodation, there is a grant to assist students, but it is not really adequate. Miss Angela knew I dabbled with cross dressing as I had told her whilst drunk, but barely remembered doing so. Miss Angela had always lived out since the college is in her home town. She asked her mother if I might lodge there and it was agreed.  Mrs Trevarthen asked outright about my dressing tastes, I had little choice but admit to them.  It finally came out that I liked to dress as a young girl, since it took me back to childhood and dressing games with cousins. I prefer ankle and knee socks to tights. Mrs Trevarthen also revealed my submissive tendencies. I was told that if I wished to dress at home then it was not a problem, but there would be rules to follow. My first year results had not been good, and Mrs Trevarthen instituted study sessions and an ironclad bed time. My male underwear was taken away, and I was supplied with large cotton interlock knickers.  I loved them, I felt immediately at home, secure and at peace.

I am not large and Miss Angela gave me a nightdress, and in due course I obtained my own. I changed from a party animal overnight. For the first six months I did the usual child thing of trying to stretch my bed time, but Mrs T is a very firm lady. After that it became a habit. I had no duties during the week, but at weekends I was completely petticoated, and learned household duties. My character changed totally, so much that my mother phoned Mrs T after I had paid a visit, to say how delighted she was with the new me. She was told of my regime, and now when I visit Mum I follow the same rules.

I obtained a degree at college and decided to get a job in the area, so that I could remain at Mrs T's. During the week I rise at 6.30, prepare breakfast for Mrs T and Miss Angela, and call them at 7.30. Miss Angela and myself go to work, while Mrs T stays at home. Miss Angela and I split the bills between us. On arrival home in the evening I shower as soon as I am in, and change into a girly dress and have my tea, which Mrs T prepares. I wash up afterwards, and then have an hour or two for myself. Weekends are still in service to Mrs T and Miss Angela. Things such as the washing are kept for my attention. I can have one weekend off a month, but rarely take them unless visiting Mum. I am treated very much as a young girl by Mrs T, and I have to admit that I love it.

I was very disconcerted initially at being in a nightdress while visitors were there, but now am I used to it. Some of the ladies will cuddle me, and one bought me some 'grown up' satin panties which I can wear on a Sunday if I have been good. I now have no wish to move away. After all this time I still call her Mrs Trevarthen out of deep respect. It was Mrs T that decided that I should use the feminine form of Danni. I am quite surprised that Steve does not like to be called Stephanie, as I would have thought that it signifies acceptance of his feminine side. I like my life and treatment, it would not have mattered to me if Mrs T had decided on a fully feminine name.

I would like to say how much I enjoy reading your publication. As I have raved over it so much, Mrs T and Miss Angela now read it too. It would give me such a buzz if you could see your way to publishing this missive, knowing that they would read it.
Yours sincerely,

Danni

I am happy to hear that Mrs Trevarthen and Miss Angela read the magazine - hopefully it will give them more ideas for your continued training and petticoating. Petticoat discipline does bring peace and security, doesn't it? You are very lucky to have been taken in hand by Angela and her mother - by the sound of things, without them you would be leading a very unhealthy lifestyle, and probably would not have the benefit of the university degree. I aam glad to hear that you are so devoted to them.
Susan