Dear Editor,

We are writing to inform you that one of your most avid male readers has just met with one hell of a comeuppance. The office wolf, (as we say a 'Madame' fan) for many years the scourge of the filing department, was moved one recent weekend to one of the girl’s flats, and there instead of having his oats, he spent twenty four hours dressed as a six year old girl! To the delight of we four, who had masterminded it.

The whole episode started when we caught him playing with himself whilst reading a copy of ‘Madames’ we confiscated the book and after, reading it from cover to cover, decided that as most of the letters made reference to men being dressed as maids etc. that probably Robert would enjoy having something similar done to him - or would he? We just had to find out.

Over coffee we decided to dress him if possible not as a maid or a baby, but as a dainty six year old, this would give us the chance to really go to town with his dress etc. with special detail made to petticoats; for our ‘Wolf’ was to become, for a day, a sweet Shirley Temple. We scoured jumble sales, closing-down auctions, and friends' attics, and within two weeks we had all we needed; luckily we found a bridesmaid's dress at a jumble, which fitted our plan to a tee. It was made of a delicate nylon, in the style of a well known nursery rhyme character; one Little Be Peep, the skirt was very full and adorned with masses of  tucks, gathers and lace frills. The bodice was fitted and complete with Nell Gwyne type corselette, long sleeves finished with masses of frills at the cuffs; and to complete the effect the over skirt was gathered up into two bouffant panniers on the hip.. At the same jumble sale, we found two suitable waist petticoats, of the 1950s vintage, both in  good condition, and after washing and stiffening, were ready, one of the ‘petts’ had over forty yards of net ribbon and paper nylon in it! What a picture our  naughty little boy would look. The ensemble was completed with a pair of frilly nylon tennis knickers, white socks, shoes, and hair ribbon.

We planned that he should arrive at Sandra’s pad thinking he was going to get his end away, she would lead him on, strip him off and then lead him to the bedroom, leaving his clothes where we could remove them and hide them away. Once be was starkers we had him, there was  no escape; we would then enter the bedroom and give him a simple alternative, into his pretty frock like a good girl, or we would scream that he was a deflowerer of pretty young innocents.

The plan worked well and the look  on his face when the three of us burst into the bedroom was fantastic. We told him what we intended to do with him and that we expected him to cooperate or his secret would be the talk of the works. He was reluctant at first, but eventually allowed us to start dressing him - he was trembling with apprehension as we proceeded to pull on his pretty panties and fasten him into his long-line bra (Carol wanted to give him boobs), but the change that took place when he saw the mass of frilly petticoats he was expected to wear..!

Well, I ask you, we thought he would have been more appreciative. He was eventually petticoated, and finally had his frock firmly zipped up. The effect was fantastic, he looked absolutely demoralised, he hung his head and we could tell tears were near. We girls were in hysterics, and I cannot remember the last time I laughed so much.  Sandra kept coming up with new ideas, and we decided to give the new girl a smart new hair style, back-combing his hair into the ‘beehive’ style that was so popular in the 60’s, this was topped off with two huge pink bows placed fore and aft, and for at least four hours we just teased him. We made him up, rather prettily I thought, and enjoyed watching him trying to sit properly, all we could see at some stages was masses of pink and white nylon net and lace. Time seemed to go by much too quickly and it was soon time for our game to end, we decided that we would photograph ‘Wendy’, as we called him, in  various positions with Carol’s Polaroid, and then take him out into the country in my car, a Mini Minor, find a quiet lane and dump him.

By this time Robert, we could see, was so much putty in our hands, the office wolf was really feeling silly and defeated, he seemed to be so humiliated that he offered no fight as we loaded him, rustling sweetly, into the Mini, we drove for three miles, and then booted him out into the dark, down some quiet lane; but before we dispatched him Carol crimped the end of the zip with a pair of pliers, thus preventing him from taking his dress off unless he ripped it, and that would not be easy as all the seams were extremely well stitched. I saw him last heading for a gate, petticoats flying, skirt up, and he turned as we drove off and gave us the ‘V’. Poor sport I say.

Hope you can print this letter, as Robert would like to read about himself I’m sure. He is back at work now, red-faced and very quiet. He has not told us how he got home, but we can guess  - with great difficulty!
Yours,

J.S. Walsall

P.S. The ‘Gang’ send their regards.

This is indeed a classic letter of 'petticoat revenge' from 'Madame', and I think there was a follow up letter to it. This was one group of office girls who did not take any nonsense from any of the tiresome men in their office. I am certain that Robert was must much more well-mannered and acquiescent with the girls from then on, and I think it would have been a good idea for 'The Gang' to have bought him a pile of frilly pastel knickers, and ordered him to wear a pair to work every day, just to keep him permanently reminded of his place in the office hierarchy.

I will see if I can find the second letter from 'The Gang' for publication in a future issue.
Susan