Dear Susan,

I have just been looking at Christeen’s fabulous pictures of that poor boy Chris being petticoated by his Aunt Julia. Oh, what I would give or have given, to have an aunt like her! I can also sympathize to a certain extent with poor Chris. But, I also envy him.

I loved the picture of him lying in bed with his gorgeous aunt, who has him dressed in the sweetest girls' nightdress, with a ribbon in his hair, and the most beautiful make-over a girl could want. The poor thing is being made to choose his dress for the following day. I also love the picture of the women who have designed his wardrobe, and who are standing in line to dress him in his petticoats and the most beautiful, feminine, blue dress.  Another one I love is the one where he is with a bride, and he is wearing that darling lilac outfit and the other poor boy is pleading with him for help against being petticoated, whilst poor Chris is so helpless he can't help anybody.

I can sympathize with Chris to a certain extent in his hopeless position, but when I see the tears  on the pictures running down his feminine made-up face, I wonder are they tears of sadness or tears of joy? I can relate to his predicament, as when I was 15 years old I was caught wearing some of my older sister's clothes. She promised not to tell our mum, but I would have to dress for her and my two girl cousins when we were alone the next weekend.

When the weekend arrived I was taken by them and put in a most feminine outfit by them. This was in the 'sixties, and between them they petticoated me in many layers of soft, full, chiffon and lace petticoats, with a chiffon flounce at the hem. Instead of them just putting one petticoat on me they put four on me. I was also given the full underwear treatment, and that included stockings and suspenders and teenage girls' heeled shoes.

When the dress was threaded over my head and fastened, it was almost horizontal at the hem due to the amount of petticoats they had put me into. Completely at their tender mercies, I was then made up fully, and was perfumed, wigged, and tormented all day. I was also crying, crying for mercy but it fell on deaf ears, as they were too busy laughing at me.  What I did notice was that you couldn’t move an inch without the petticoats sending a tingling sensation through my stockinged legs as they swirled around on them.  I was told that if I behaved like the sweet-looking girl I was, then I would be given a treat that night. So I put on my best behavior for them, and I was given my 'treat'. That night Michael, a  came around and was shown in I was told he was my date for the night.

I was made up heavily and given a fluffy pink angora cardigan to wear, and we all went to the cinema. It was hard to try and walk in the girls' Mary Jane style shoes I was wearing, or to stop my dress and petticoats from blowing up. I was taken into the back row and Michel sat next to me and started necking with me a little when the lights went out. I had a hard job controlling his hand, and at intermission there were comments from my cousins and sister telling me not to resist as I 'really fancied Michael', which of course I didn’t.  This is how I could sympathize with Chris as I cried many times that day but my situation was hopeless, and I was told so many times by my sister and that I should just accept it and make the best of it.

It only happened that one weekend but on many occasions I wished it could have happened again. When you are in a no-win situation like that, and you are forced to dress against your will, and especially when other insistent females are helping to sissify you, you just want it to end - but deep down, do you? I don’t think so, and often wished I had an auntie who would do that to me.  I know you can pay people to do that but having a real strict auntie like Auntie Julia, who can feminize you against your will, is the ultimate ecstasy.

Please carry on with the good work, Christeen.  You are a genius, and you have brought happiness to an older sissy who remembers the one and only time it happened to me, and I just wish I could change places with Chris, but I bet he wouldn’t let me!
Love,

Susan Petty

I would like to quote from a posting by Prissie on Betty's Board which also praises Christeen's adorable petticoating pictures:

'Thanks, Mary Beth, in coming up with a place for the delicious art of Christeen. Please, keep it up. I'd love to see all of her wonderful art work gathered into a single site to pine over.

'The Wig Shop picture and the picture of Christeen in bed with her Aunt Julia as they leaf through a catalog of dresses are two of my favorites.

'This art work can only be described as pure sissy heaven. How many of us long to be put into those situations, while wearing such dainty and darling outfits, that Christeen is "forced" to under go? I think that might be a bit of a rhetorical question! All I know is that Aunt Julia would have absolutely no problem whatsoever in, "forcing" me into such precious attire. I'd submit, immediately, to Aunt Julia's every whim, gladly and happily, and without any reservations.

'Keep up the good work Mary Beth, Susan, Betty and Christeen. I adore your art work too, Mary Beth. It's ever so delicious.'

Christeen does have her own place at Mary Beth's now. You can find it at Christeen's Page. My interest at PDQ is primarily in correspondence, but I fully appreciate Christeen's and Mary Beth's very special talents. I should also mention that Paul, 'Petticoat Discipline Monthly's first 'artist-in-residence', has some new work in this issue.
Susan