You probably will remember my letter, which I wrote to you about one year ago, telling you about my own petticoating. I felt both pleased and honoured that you had published my little account.

Within the last paragraph I told you that I never had the luck to find a woman who knew how to value the service of an obedient sissy like me. This has changed now, and I feel very happy in being able to tell you that I have found the mistress of my dreams.  I am hoping that you don’t feel bothered by my telling you how all this happened, but after showing my mistress your website, she thought it might be a good idea reporting to you how my dreams have become true.

I met my mistress about six months ago. At first it was a quite normal relationship, and we dated a couple of times. I began to feel love for her, and as the sissy I am I couldn’t hide my submission to a woman whom I would like to serve and admire. Meanwhile my inner pressure got stronger and stronger, because I was hiding my innermost secrets from the woman I loved with all my heart and soul. Every night I was dreaming that I could be her sissy maid, and surrender my whole life to my mistress.

Then, about one month ago, I finally couldn’t stand it any longer, and confessed that I was a sissy and that I couldn't pretend to be a 'real man' any longer. To cut a long story short I ended up crying in her lap like a little girl. Most of all they were tears in the fear that she would reject me, but to my great surprise she started comforting me, and saying that she always felt that I was a bit on the feminine side, and that she continued dating me mainly for that reason.

I couldn’t believe what she was saying, after all those years searching for a loving mistress I had almost given up my last vestiges of hope.  On the same night I showed her all my girlish attire, and now she is taking care that I am properly dressed under my male clothing at all times. We haven’t moved in together yet, but almost every spare moment I am spending in her house learning to be her sissy maid. Of course, while I am together with my mistress I do not wear any article of men’s clothes, and we even bought some women’s slacks and blouses which can pass in public as rather unisex. My mistress has become very dominating towards me, and with every single day I am becoming even more comfortable being her sissy.

The best moment was when we invited my beloved Mum over for Christmas. So far she didn’t know that I had found someone who loves me for being a sissy, and so she was even more happy seeing me in my maids' dress preparing the Christmas dinner. It was a lovely night and after we opened our presents – just girly things for me of course – we all hugged each other crying tears of joy.  Of course I told my mistress every bit of my life, the sadness while I was alone, my doubts, my fears, and all my bad bedtime habits, which I had gotten used to over the years. Subsequently my glorious and understanding mistress decided that I will be measured for a chastity belt in early January. Although the chastity belt won’t be really necessary now, I am instructed to wear it as a symbol of my submission, she said.

Furthermore we are planning on making a trip to Scotland next spring, where she intends buying a proper kilt for me, which I will have to wear for special occasions, even in public. This might seem strange to you, as it is not usual for a male to wear a kilt in Germany but, as my circle of friends knows about my great fondness for Scotland and Great Britain, on the whole they won’t be much surprised. My mistress made a little joke about this: As all the Germans are wondering what a real Scotsman might wear under his kilt, my mistress said that she doesn’t care what the Scots are wearing, but she definitely knows what I am going to wear. There was no need for her to say that it will be my frilliest pink knickers.

Dear Miss Susan, I am very sorry for making this letter so long but I was really eager to tell you about all the pleasant changes in my life. If you won’t mind I will keep you posted about my progress in becoming the completely fulfilled sissy I am destined to be.  I do know that my grammar is not the best, and please accept my humble apologies for writing in a rather clumsy way.

On behalf of my mistress, and of course myself, I wish you a very enjoyable and festive Hogmanay, and a happy New Year.
Sincerely yours, a very happy sissy,

 Katrin

This is wonderful news! I think that this is the first time that one of 'Petticoat Discipline Monthly's lonely male readers has been able to find the spouse of his dreams. It must be an encouragement to others - this letter shows that marvellous things do happen, and you should not give up hope. And in the meantime you are always in the welcoming bosom of the PDM community.

Katrin is German, as will be seen from his first letter, but his English is exemplary. There is certainly no need for any 'humble apologies'.
Susan