Letter 6
My Aunt Dressed Me as a Girl
from Mick
Hi Susan,
Yes, I would love to tell you of my petticoating. I was about 11 or
12 years old at the time. I used to go to my aunt’s for lunch as my
mother used to work at lunchtimes in a local hotel, so instead of having school
meals I went to my aunt’s.
She had a daughter Janette, my cousin, who then was away at university.
I suppose she missed her, as she was an only child. One day it was pouring
with rain as I walked to her house from school, and of course I got soaked
to the skin. When I arrived wet through my aunt told me to go and take
all my clothes off, and go and get dried in the bathroom, whilst she hung
my clothes up on a dryer which hung over the fire.
I did as she said and returned back into the living room with a towel around
my waist. She told me to put these clothes on which were laid over the
back of a chair. I turned to look at them and they were girls’ clothes –
Janette’s. I said I couldn't put them on, and she said don't be so silly
they are dry, so put them on as quickly as you can, so you don't catch a
cold. My aunt was an austere woman, and when she told you to do something
you did it.
She handed me these navy knickers which I pulled on, then a cotton bodice
thing, then handed me a pleated skirt with an elasticated waist, and lastly
a white blouse. I recognised them as Janette’s old school uniform.
She probably didn't have anything else to give me, so I sat there eating my
lunch wearing these female clothes. I finished my lunch and sat there
until my clothes dried, and then got back into my short trousers and other
things, and went back to school. I though no more of it and I wasn't
really embarrassed.
About a week passed, and when I got to her house before my lunch one day,
she told me to take my clothes off again and put on the clothes that she handed
me. I asked her why, as I was not wet, but she insisted and I dare
do nothing else.
This time she handed me a suspender belt and put it on me, and then helped
me into some stockings. Then she dropped a full petticoat over my head,
and then a girly-type dress if you know what I mean. The underskirts
made the dress fill out, which had a full skirt and three-quarter length sleeves.
She held out a pair of lavender nylon knickers, and I had to step into them
and she pulled them up around my waist and let my skirt drop. She never
said a word and put out my lunch which I duly ate in silence.
She asked me if I wanted to stay dressed like this for the afternoon, and
she would write me note for the next day to say I was ill. I didn't
like to say no - and after all I was getting out of school wasn't I?
She made me do some homework though whilst wearing my female clothes.
I began to enjoy wearing these things, and loved the feeling of the petticoat
rubbing over my stockings. The nylon knickers were lovely to wear although
they were a little large for me. When it was time to go home she helped
me change, and asked me if I would like to come down in the morning. It was
Saturday, and so I said ok, yes I would. I didn’t know that she would have
me put on Janette’s clothes again: I thought she just wanted help in the house
as she was a widow.
The next day when I arrived she asked me if I wanted to change into 'work'
clothes to which I answered yes. Again she helped me change into the
same clothes as the previous day apart from a different pair of knickers.
She knew by this time I liked wearing these pretty clothes, and all that
morning I helped her clean the house and make her cups of tea. This
carried on every Saturday for about a year, before we moved away from the
area, but by then I was hooked on wearing girls’ clothes.
To this day I dress most days in female undies under my work clothes, and
have collected lingerie from all over the country on my travels. When
on my own now I always change into a dress and nylon undies, and just sit
and think how lucky I was that my aunt introduced me to the joy and satisfaction
that female attire has given me over the years.
If the truth be known I would have loved to have been a girl, I still dream
of it, and being able to dress all the time like other women walking down
the street. Girls are so lucky! I'll tell you more if you would
like.
Regards,
Mick
I think that your aunt was missing her daughter, but you mention that
she was obviously fairly strict, so I have no doubt that she understood the
disciplinary value of pretty girls' clothes as well. You were clearly the
perfect 'niece' once she had you dressed up.
I am sure that readers would welcome some more details. Did Janette ever
see you all done up as a sweet little girl?
Susan