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

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Soon everyone was ready, and we discovered that we had a car to ourselves. It was thrilling as we left the house and walked down the path to the car, now taking dainty steps and lifting our skirts, bringing delighted gasps from the girls watching, at the sight of our lacey petticoats. Peter looks longingly over at his mother, expecting her to see the sad look in his eyes. “Mom…?” he says, giving it one last try at manipulating her.

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?"Well, if you girls would like to prepare the bed for me please, like mom did for you, when you were little girls. I heard laughter and girl’s chatter. What!" we said together, "She wants us to do what?" I turned to Peter, "She wants us to dress as girls! You must be kidding!" We drove on, heading down the shaded boulevard toward the academy. “I'm sure we'll find your suitcase, but it will be so much of a shame; you look so pretty as a girl.” Taking my hand while I was dressed delicately Aunt Mary beamed, “Come along, sweetheart”, and with my skirts bobbing we walked together to the car.

Do everything she says’; mom’s words flashed thr

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Sarongster Hi-Line Panty-Girdle” - it was a perfect fit. Well, that's to say a perfect fit after the pair of them tugging Now, don't you worry your little head, dear; it seems you'll get to play dress-up a little longer is all. It'll be wonderful having a sweet little girl in the house all weekend, you'll see.”

What a good idea, having your legs ready smoothed and soft for changing straight into your mini as soon as you get home, whether that's into your schoolgirl uniform or just a nice girly skirt and top. You didn't say but I expect you are smooth and girly all over: very good for mini sun-dresses and such feminine cute outfits. And now for something completely different, as the saying goes. This is Martine from France, who is very feminine, as you can see.Er, no, not really, but your sister thinks that if you wore the bridesmaids' dresses, it would be better, as you're not the smartest two I have ever seen, even if you have new suits." Oh don’t be silly, mom gave birth to you and has bathed you as a boy, I know what you have there and so does your aunt and the three girls here. At the house I was shown to my room, a different one from normal. It looked like a large box-room and had several extra items of furniture, including a big old dressing table.

Carolyn said, “Well my darling I can give you a few pointers, you don’t need much really as you are so girly.” My cheeks turned a bright red, but not out of embarrassment from wearing such girlish clothes. Rather, it was because deep within, I couldn't imagine anything nicer than continuing this new and exciting experience for as long as I could.

As we entered the church and moved up the aisle, we could hear murmurs of admiration for the radiant bride, whom we now set off with our pretty peach satin dresses, and we smiled with inward delight at our lovely secret. The house seemed to have gone quiet and peaceful at the news, but that did not last very long, as I heard my sister run down the stairs. "Well, I think it would work, who would know? I'll ask Dad and Uncle Jim and see what they think." Oh, sorry,” she said. She relaxed her grip. “Is that better?” She gave it a little rub, and I just gulped, and nodded ‘yes!’ Ooops, I almost forgot,” exclaimed Carolyn, rushing to the closet once more. After briefly searching, she turned with a small white patent leather clutch and a pair of white glace gloves in her hands. “We can't have you going and forgetting your purse, now can we Christine?” she grinned. The gloves, though snug, fit over my hands, ending just above the wrist in a ruffled lace cuff. In the morning I showered and put on the padded lacy bra and panties, white petticoat and the pale ye1low dress. The dress was soft and the petticoat made the skirt full swish as I walked. Auntie Joan complemented me on how I looked. I was getting the idea that she was enjoying me being dressed and acting like a girl. I was enjoying it as I well - for the first time I was feeling so complete and full.