Miss Susan MacDonald,

I just wanted you to know that I am a firm believer in the petticoating of boys and men. I absolutely love your site. I am a 34 year old woman, who has had several boyfriends and an ex-husband that I trained (or at least tried to).

I'm not sure where this urge in me came from, but it surfaced at an early age. I was always a tomboy; my father had made sure of it. I was the oldest of three kids having a younger brother and sister, and I had to do quite a bit of farm work from when I was quite young. My father also taught me to climb trees. I never wanted to play girl's games or wear dresses.

When I was 7 and my brother was 5, I started dressing him up in the dresses I never wore. He didn't mind, my mother thought he looked cute, and I thought it was fun. I would dress him once in a while, but I didn't really get a thrill out of it myself until I was 9. My brother no longer liked to play my games and didn't want to do it anymore. His unwillingness only made me want to dress him up more. However my mother said that I was not to do it to him anymore.

So, I soon had a new target, a neighbor boy, Mitch. He was my age, an only child, and had started coming around to play with us. One day he came over while some other girls and I were playing. I told Mitch how we used to dress my little brother up. He thought it was very funny and even said he'd like to see us do it again. So we led him to believe we would do it to my brother again and invited him to watch.

When he found out that my brother was nowhere around he was disappointed. But soon his disappointment turned to shock and fear when I told him that I'd decided since he wanted to see it, then HE was the one we were going to dress up. He tried to talk us out of it and even tried to fight us off, but there were four determined girls against him. I had them hold him while I undressed him, and then we let him go because he couldn't get away with nothing on.

He had his hands in front of his private parts, he was so shy, which was only going to make things easier. We has a girls' vest, girls' cotton panties with a big pie-crust frill around each of the legs, a princess style slip, and a really nice dark blue velvet dress with puffed sleeves. Then we made him pull up thick cable-knit grey tights over his pants, and he then had to put on a pair of Mary Jane shoes. It was so funny; he was trembling so much that he couldn't do the straps up properly, and we all teased him about being a big baby who couldn't even put his shoes on properly.

Finally I put a wig on him that I had bought for Hallowe'en. Then we had some fun with him, lifting his dress and slip, and pinching his bottom. One of the girls ran home and came back with some scented baby powder and a big pink powder puff, and we decided to powder his cheeks. He struggled and begged us to let him go, we didn't though. Not until we were done with him.

One of the girls told me she felt bad about it afterwards. Not me. I think I enjoyed it more because he wasn't my brother, and he was a little bigger than me. Dressing him up against his will was so much fun, and a real rush. I loved seeing him completely humiliated and defeated. I still get excited thinking about it, and how we pointed and laughed at him in the dress. I'm much older now and have done a lot of petticoating since, but I always think of Mitch and smile. I wonder where he is and what he's doing now, but mostly I wonder if he has a strong woman to guide and dress him!

Vanessa

This letter is quite a special treat, because we do not get many letters from the girls who took the commanding role in a petticoating episode, unless it is from a sister. So I thank Vanessa for writing, and I must say that any boy that fell into her clutches wouldn't have a chance. I also hope that Mitch has found a suitable spouse, because after this episode he would probably be bewitched by petticoats and submissive yearnings forever.
Susan