Dear Miss Susan,

I am an occasional visitor to your site, and do enjoy reading of other people's experiences, and thought it time I shared my experiences with you.

When I was at my co-educational school I was (in hindsight) a bit of a tearaway, known for teasing the girls whenever possible. One day I think I pushed it too far, and the teachers decided I needed to be brought down a peg, and with the co-operation of my mother (who also found me a handful) they arranged that I forget my P.E., kit the punishment for which was to wear either no clothes at all, or a pair of girls' navy knickers and vest.

I of course decided on the knickers and vest, and being the show-off I was decided to "ham it up" and "mince" like a sissy. The teacher, a Miss Jordan, was expecting this, and told me if I was going to act like a sissy she'd see to it I could jolly well be a sissy. I was marched back to the changing rooms and told I'd have to put on a full girls' gym outfit, including navy pleated mini skirt, sports bra and pink blouse, and I'd also have to change my navy knickers for frilly white tennis knickers. I, of course objected to this, never having seen any other boys treated this severely but was told it was that or nothing, and it was me who had decided to act like a sissy. I was informed that I was going to be joining the girls playing netball for the rest of the lesson, and I might want to consider what the girls would make of me playing netball with nothing on.

The netball with the girls wasn't too bad really, of course I was hopeless at it and I couldn't help knowing that I looked ridiculous. The girls took full advantage of my confusion by "flipping" my skirt to see my knickers (I didn't think girls would do that!), and the occasional cheeky pinch on my bottom, accompanied by mocking giggles. I actually found I enjoyed feeling the rustle of my frilly knickers and the freedom of movement I found in a skirt, and of course I was safe in the knowledge that none of the other boys would see me dressed like this.  When the class was over I could return to normal.

When the lesson was over, as part of my punishment I was kept back to clear away the netballs and posts, and so was the last back to the changing rooms. When I got there I found my school blazer still there, but my trousers and shirt had mysteriously disappeared. Miss Jordan told me they must have been cleared away, and to just put my blazer on and go and ask the school secretary for the key to the lost property cupboard, where anything handed in would have been stored.

I gingerly made my way through the school amidst wolf whistles and jeering, but before I got to the secretary's office I was stopped by the headmistress who had been attracted by the jeering. She took me to her office and asked me what I was doing walking through the school in a skirt and, what is more, a skirt that was shorter than the regulation knee length.

I tried to explain that I was on my way to get the lost property key, and that it wasn't actually my choice to be dressed as a girl, but she hushed me up saying if it wasn't my choice why did I still have a sports bra on? I could have at least taken that off if I didn't want to be in girls' clothes. She then told me to bend over a chair and I got three strokes on my pantied bottom, and I cried like a proper cry baby because the embarrassing afternoon had taken away all my strength.

The head misstress then took me to the lost property cupboard to find my trousers, which weren't there (of course), so she gave me a pinafore dress to wear over everything else, saying if I was going to be such a cry baby from a little light caning, I could be a sissy for the rest of the day.

When I got home, still wearing the dress, my mother (who of course had helped arrange all this) was horrified that I had "lost" my trousers and been caned at school, and she told me that if I was going to be so careless with my trousers I could remain in dresses until I found them. I spent a full month in dresses before my trousers turned up, going to all the girl's lessons, including a week in nappies and rhumba pants too, after making a joke (which I thought was harmless) about one poor girl who had started her period. after that month I had the occasional "girl week" at home right up until I left school, if my mother thought I was becoming too headstrong.

Thanks to my time "as a girl" I have become lot more respectful towards the female sex knowing now how much harder they have it than us worthless men. I'm now married and in our house my wife is in charge and still has me wear a dress or skirt around the house, and once a month I wear thick incontinence pads so I can appreciate what a woman has to put up with, she also gives me a spanking if I get above my position and she feels I'm getting headstrong, which, of course, is the way it should be.

Once again thank you for a superb site; it's nice to know that other men have been shown the right way to behave towards women.
 Yours respectfully,

Ian (Jan)

We have published a couple of letters in the past which describe school petticoat punishments which were similar to this incident:

I have discovered a sketch which accompanied the second letter, and have now included it with that letter. My apologies to Mikki for having not done so before.

Carrying on in such a silly and demeaning way in front of the P.E. teacher was definitely a mistake. Female school teachers know exactly what boys are like, and Miss Jordan would have known how Ian was going to carry on before he did himself.
Susan