Dear Miss Susan,

I have been dressed, or dressing, in women's clothing since I was six years old. I loved the feel of my sister's panties as I would secretly slip them on. However, it was not until I turned eleven years old that I was put into a dress as punishment.

I was not thinking one day and just barged into my sister's bedroom. My sister was getting herself ready to go out, and was in the process of putting on her panties and had on only a bra and garter belt/nylons. She is three yrs older than me, and was then 14. She started yelling at me to get out, and Mother heard and came upstairs.

I was laughing at my sister and Mother pulled me into my room, and told me to stay there until she returned. After an hour, when my sister had left, Mother returned and took me into my sister's room. For barging in and laughing at her, my punishment was to have to wear whatever my sister decided I would wear. She could pick out some things for me when she returned home.

For that evening, and each evening for the rest of the month, I had to wear a pair of panties and a dress, and do all girl things until bed. I got rather cheeky and asked her why she just didn't dress me up as a little girl completely. You can guess what happened.

That month was spent in dresses, bras, panties, slips and panty hose. At bed it was into a nightie after a scented bath and lots of baby powder. It was very awkward, but somehow none of my friends found out, and at the end of the month I was given my male clothes back. The day after my punishment ended I didn't want to stop wearing my pretty things, so when I awoke I waited for my sister to go down stairs, and went to her room and dressed in an outfit I had worn already.

When I went shyly down stairs they both started laughing, and said they were betting how long it would be before I started wearing my sister's clothes in secret again, but were glad I wanted to do it openly. From that day on it has been a wonderful life of femininity. Mother never had to punish me after that, and she said she was glad my female side won out. Sis and I are the best of friends now, and often go out together and shop or just sit around and talk.
Thank you for promoting the cause of family petticoat discipline,

Victoria

Now this does sound like petticoat punishment done in the best way! I would say that your mother and sister knew all about you trying on girls' undies - "secretly" my foot! Mothers and girls are not as silly as all that.

Once you accepted it yourself they would know that you would become a perfect son and brother. I am glad to hear that you are all still very close.
Susan