I Got My Son in Panties!: A Petticoat Discipline Story

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Peter folds his arms tight. “You two are planning something. I know I’m not going to like it, so why would I smile, Aunt Jenny?” We waited at the gate smiling and thanking the guests as they arrived and complimented us on how pretty we looked; both of us now thoroughly enjoying the girls' roles that we were required to play, with the silent relief that we both felt somehow completely unashamed at trying to feel feminine. Ah! Yes, we did. Perhaps you're right. I'll tell your parents as soon as they arrive. You do know what you have to do…? I became happy. Thanks aunt; I replied. But little me doesn’t know that, my happiness won’t stay long.

Sister Lauren Cross was the perpetual head sister of St. John’s Catholic school since she was in her late twenties. She had once been a beautiful woman who was admired by men unfortunately those same men did their best to harass her for her affections until she ran away to a convent and become a nun. Since then, she’s known for being cranky, bitchy, and a general cunt to those not with XX chromosomes.

Yes, that's much better, sweetheart,” answered Carolyn, a knowing smile crossing her lips. “Sit here and I'll start your bath water,” she said, turning and entering the adjacent bathroom. We’re going to straighten you out Peter,” Jenny smiles, sitting in an armchair. “You can’t keep acting out as you have been.” Next it's time for another very sissy girl, Katrin the Sissy. As you may remember from the last time she appeared in one of my Newsletters, Katrin makes all her own costumes. mirror now in my training bra and panties, this way and that. I felt so humiliated I wanted to burst out in tears, but I felt

Oh, father, how can we call each other Michael and Peter now we're dressed as girls? We thought that if we've got to act as girls we'd better have names to suit, didn’t we, Alice?" I pleaded with mom, but aunt intervened, it’s alright Graham, take off all, but you can leave your pants on. On the landing, Peter came out, and we both stood and stared at each other. He, too, wore a dress which matched mine, with his hair swept up. I gave him a faint smile as I noticed that, like me, he looked as pretty as a girl.Aunt Mary said, "Ooh my baby Chrissy looks like you love your clitty ejaculations." I heard what she said and thought how lovely it was. This was so heavenly to me and I began to think of what else the women had in store for me. I was willing to go along with anything they would like to do. I replied, "Well I suppose they would not really like the idea, my mom might be a bit sympathetic as she has said she wish she had a girl also, I have two brothers." Carolyn said, "Well you should just enjoy the feelings your clitty gives you” I replied, “My clitty, oh you mean my penis. That’s a better name for it and I love it when my clitty gets excited by my frillies.” Startled, I didn't know what to think. Had she really offered to end all of this? And, more to the point is this I really wanted down deep? Reflecting on all the events of the previous 24 hours, it didn't take long for me to stand and spreading my petticoats and skirt carefully, more gracefully took my seat again.

The attention now passed to my sister as the novelty of the two of us passed, but I noticed that my uncle and father gave us long looks now and again, as if they were wondering if they'd done the right thing in allowing us to be dressed.

Oh, Anna!" I said, taking her hand, "I do hope that wherever you appear again in the future, your friend Alice will be with you to share your fun!" Still facing away from the mirror, I sat quietly while Carolyn brushed and curled what had been longish hair for a boy. After looking through a small drawer in the dresser, Aunt Mary approached with two matching satin ribbons, the exact color of the dress. After tying each into a pretty bow on either side of my head, both women smiled. Still beaming, they pulled me to my feet. “Don't look yet, Chrissy,” instructed Aunt Mary, “let's slip your lovely dress on first.” The idea that I was dressed from head to toe in girls' clothes sent a delightful thrill through me; I suddenly knew that it felt wonderful. Peter then smiled, and, keeping hold of my hand said, "You see, even doing this feels natural now; and to be honest, I think you look very pretty." I now found myself loving the feel of my dress and the swish of my petticoats, and wanted to act more feminine every minute; but was afraid that Peter might notice if I did.