Kiss My Feet: Sissy Training and Forced Feminization

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They all made themselves comfortable around him. "We can see whose baby he is, can't we?" giggled Eleanor, "with Mother-in-Law's panties and dress, and Mummy's panties too." I told you , it was sexy. My shoes have ties and that's bondage, I can't run, but hobble, or fall down...woe is me. Who will save me from the big bad wolf? It's time for a story, darling, brought on by Pansy Raelene's letter. It's a Prim story, inspired by a lovely picture from Curtus. I like your suggestion of leaving the projected date until close to the time - say a week before. I'm going to leave Walt Wisconsin out this month, so that I can catch up a bit on Prim's Petticoat Pansies issues for you and all members. It should take about six weeks to do the next issue. One thing I don't want to do, Ben, is mess you around. So please remember that I'm working on it for you.

Angelina Frayne was 48 and a bouffant blonde, one of those women whose copious bust and low stature give the impression of a bundle of energy in female form. She sat forward on the edge of her armchair, angled towards Eleanor and Trinny on their settee. It's after church, and hot in Florida, but taking pictures, excite me so much....I just love to take pictures. She said "Angie, you are a nut". A year ago, I was dating a cargo-pants-wearing computer programmer who constantly sported an oversized hoodie. I thought she was gorgeous, but when we were together in public I was ashamed. I kept on mildly nudging her toward more girly attire. “I just don’t feel like me in a skirt,” she said. “Don’t you understand?” Here's a new sweetheart for the Wendyhouse: it's Julie from Paris, who simply adores making herself more feminine in pretty sundresses. The hostess left her holding his leg and opened her bag to get her husband's pacifier. "Here, cry-baby. Open!"So practise a little curtsey for me, darling, then sit in my lap, and you can be the respectful sissy for each of the Mothers-In-Law in Prim's stories. Angelina felt the bulkiness of the diaper. "He will have done it as he was being brought into the room," she said. "It's hardly warm and it's going hard. Time for the baby to be changed." They decided to loop the baby husband's knees up again and examine his diaper at leisure, so everyone sat down after the exertions of his struggles. "Oh dear... Baby's done his wetties in his diapees," said Eleanor, her finger exploring the dissolved pictures of little girls' pink faces down the front of the pad. Angelina reached into her bag and drew out a particularly large disposable. "I would start by wide-diapering him," she said, and she unfolded it bringing gasps from all three women. Their gasps turned to giggles as the sissy gurgled in a fit of horror and tried to wriggle his diapered bottom. His protests counted for nothing, though, as they soon had the first diaper completely covered in the fat, stiffened pad that bulged in a twelve-inch spread between his legs.

Mistress Vikki has the right idea, as women do. You need to ensure that you feed these girly wishes in your nature, by wearing pretty lingerie - I am delighted that you are setting about filling your panty drawer at once - and by reading Miss Blouse's column in Prim's Petticoat Pansies. There are other sources of inspiration for deepening your femininity in Prim's stories, darling, so pay attention to them. If a story makes you feel particularly sissy and girly, try and see what it is that causes this effect in your nature and your feelings. Then try and replicate it for yourself in real life. Me, me, me," cried Trinny, begging for the sponge, and she held the husband's penis in her fingers as she gave it a thorough sponging in all directions. When I'd done that I went down and said I'm sorry. She was not happy - not cross with me - I think she wanted me to have a girlfriend, start a family, and maybe me wearing her clothes showed her that having a girlfriend was out of the question. But later when I put in a shame-faced appearance in the front room, she said she didn't mind me putting on her clothes - as long as I didn't spoil anything or get them creased, and if I did I would have to wash and iron them, or pay for cleaning. As a result I used to wear her clothes often, usually when she was out but sometimes when she was in, which made it exciting.Darling, I wonder if you are already a member so Prim's Petticoat Wendyhouse? Because when sissies sent me photos to put into the Rose Room they are making lots of girls happy, so I reward them with a free month's membership, to start when you ask me. So write to me to say if you want your free month to start now - or when your present membership runs out. I look forward to hearing from you. Yes I did, simply because I saw immediately how he hated being diapered and put into pink plastic pants. Do you remember how he remonstrated?"

Eleanor and Trinny burst out laughing as they watched his misery turning his face into an outburst of tears.I understand that you don't want to post real life pictures showing a pansies genitals but just to show you how my sissy looks like I make her attaching a picture of her wearing her chastity belt. Nevertheless feel free to use it for posting if you decide that steel panties don't interfere with your rules on the Wendyhouse. Maybe the use of “assault” sounds melodramatic, and I admit that being plied with finery was an extremely first-world problem. But whenever my mother put me in a dress, I felt as if she were taking a scalpel to my identity, trying to slice out the parts she didn’t like. And the holidays were the best opportunity for her to operate on me. Weekends in December became forced marathon shopping excursions in which I tried on skirts and gowns that would later become my presents. That's right. At YM we have three sections: Baby, Little Girl, and Leggy Girl. My field is helping mistresses to babify their sissy, which you could say is making him any age up to three, so he could be walking but definitely in reins. After reins, he would be sissified by the Little Girl department. Leggy Girls are sissies dressed as teens or adults who have to be sissified in their everyday life." Photographer...sitting in the car and trying to show the bottom of the foot on pedal and shoe.was too hard to see...At least for now. This is one of my favourite dresses for putting him into," said Jayne, standing in front of him and shaking out a sizzling dress in oyster pink taffeta with a drop waist that had an enormous bow at one hip and a lace collar that draped from shoulder bows. "It was the dress I was wearing when we were at a New Year's party, and it was that night that he proposed to me." There was an "Aaaahhhh" of sympathy from the other three as they turned on him and grinned. "I want him to know he's mine now: not only my obedient husband, of course, but my sissy wimp of a baby slave."

Jayne was loving their teasing and couldn't avoid a fit of the giggles. "I think this calls for specially girlish plastic panties for Jennifer," she said, turning to Angelina, "but I don't think my little baby has a pair big enough to go over his lovely new diaper." Perhaps my mother did. It occurred to me that she sensed I was gay. (At a young age, I already had “Xena Warrior Princess” collectable figurines.) I’m sure my mother thought if boys were more attracted to me I’d get straightened out, so to speak.

Me too," giggled Trinny, sitting forward and spreading out the full flare of her burgundy silk skirt with a lot of rustle between her petticoats and her pink ruffled blouse. The most exciting day I've had since sissifying that fool of mine was when I took him to the Henrietta Forced Feminisation Clinic open day, and saw their sissies on display for visitors, and some of them were dangling in suspension panties and weeping their girlish little hearts out." the cropped version is here. Close up and emphasis on shoes, toes, etc. This is my famous vintage crinoline, it's so scratchy. And here's a Prim pic and story from years ago which have never appeared in Prim's Petticoat Wendyhouse.