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And I've also changed the design. Aah, and don't forget to subscribe, if you love it ;. Could I have girl time all this weekend? I was quite amazed at the number of cases of men in female clothes mentioned, for I had quite thought that the transformation of my own husband, Phillip, into an attractive girl, Phyllis, was a solitary instance. Perhaps a few details about our life will interest your readers and may even lead to some others writing about theirs.

The first time I suggested he should let me dress him up he just laughed at me and refused. I was to be absolute master and he was to do my every bidding. Fortunately we are about the same size and as Jimmy is on the slender side some of my clothes fitted him.

I remodeled the corset by taking in the waist about four inches to give it a more wasp-waist effect. For the whole week he was dressed as a woman. He had to wear the corset both day and night, the high heeled shoes, make-up and earrings from morning to night, and feminine clothes always.

He did all the cooking, cleaned up the apartment, did the dishes, and waited on me hand and foot. I ruled our home. At the time, I was living with an aunt, my father and mother were on an extended tour abroad. Next door there lived three sisters, the youngest, a girl of my own age, with whom I spent many pleasant hours. One afternoon we got into an argument, which became quite heated, and in a fit of anger , I gave her a shove.

She tripped and fell to the ground, her skirts flying up to expose lace frilled underclothes. Somehow the incident struck me as ludicrous, and I started to laugh. Almost immediately, her two sisters came out into the yard and started upbraiding me for being a nasty person, and threatening to tell my aunt about it. Unfortunately for me, I choose to be impertinent.

Volume 01 , with picture. The mall will be opening soon and we have lots to do. How to get in and out of all kind of dresses. Bad Boy to Good Girl , Volume But Mom had other thoughts. Can we give Susan her dress and panties back unwashed after you have worn them? Now again, but who did wear the dress and panties? You tore them, what do you plan to do about that? He was very anxious to get this part over with.

Mom knew the waiting was getting to him and she used it to her advantage. Joey cleared the table and Mom started washing the dishes. Joey dried them as she washed. It took several reminders from Mom to be careful about getting his pretty new dress wet or dirty. Joey plopped himself in the chair again his rear reminded him to sit more gently. Well I see its time for another sitting lesson young lady. At first she was speechless but finally recovering from the shock of the Moment her maternal instincts kicked in and the facts came to mind.

Here was her daughter running home flinging the door open, with a bundle of boy clothes in her arms. What in the world are you doing with all those clothes?

What on earth is going on here? It had better be good, very good indeed. Straight away the answer came clear and she was comfortable with it. In this case what could be better than the truth! When the best laid plan fails. And so Joey sat in his room staring out the window at the recently constructed tree house that his Dad had so expertly built just for him.

Dad was right when he said all boys need a place to call their very own. The tree house was just that. His very own place, so everybody that wanted to visit his secret sanctuary had to ask his permission to climb up the ladder and enter this privileged place.

It sat on four thick poles and was a ten-foot square structure with a triangular roof and a window on each side. A ladder provided access to the tree house through the hole in the floor. It quickly became the perfect place to engage in his other favorite pastime. His indulgence and fascination with panties. Over the past year he had managed to collect three pairs of panties by various means.

Two pairs were hidden in his tree house and his third least favorite pair was kept in their hiding place in his room for emergencies. Today was one of those emergency days. Ten year old Joey finds out first hand what its like to wear dresses and panties, and how it feels to try to keep people from seeing his panties. The way it started Ten year old Joey pouted furiously in his room on the second day of a three day grounding since his Sunday School teacher Mrs.

These were the two girls that sat directly across from him. They wore pretty dresses, with all that fancy girl stuff on them, lace and frills and all. Just so boys could look at them and tell them how pretty they looked. They had all that girl stuff on their panties too but if anyone got caught looking at their panties, they got into trouble. Why did they make their panties as pretty as their dresses?

How does it feel little girl to wear such a pretty dress? He stood facing the back of his house, looking out the tree house window at the kitchen beneath him. The breeze that came up through the hole in the floor gently swirled up his legs and lifted the hem of his dress ever so slightly. At any other time this would have been an exciting feeling to a boy in his first dress.

But Joey was in no position to enjoy such a luxury now. He struggled with himself to think straight. He had to get into the house without being discovered and his knees went weak when the thought flashed through his mind that his Mom would catch him in these clothes. He forced himself to calm down, think hard and decide quickly. But the darn panties were pink and would show.

Then he thought of the ones in his stash right there in the tree house. It is amazing how widespread is the belief that a tightly laced old style wasp-waist corset is painful to the wearer and detrimental to health. Yet, is this belief justified?

I believe an ounce of experience weighs more than a pound of surmise based on prejudice. The proof of the pudding is in the eating thereof.

When about thirteen, I came under the tutelage of an aunt, a confirmed tight lacer, whose two daughters were brought up the same way and who at sixteen and eighteen had delightfully slender waists as the result of rigorous tight lacing.

She was in high spirits and felt in top form. She viewed herself in the full length mirror. Even her worst enemy would have to concede that she was beautiful, not only because with her 22 years she had an excellent figure accentuated by a very tight corset, she also had taken great pains to dress herself in the most fashionable and elegant way.

From the feather crowned hat with its delicate lace edged veil giving her face a mysterious touch to the small feet shod in a pair of dainty high heeled boots laced to just below the calves with just over four inch heels she looked as if she just had stepped from a Paris fashion plate. Gloria , Volume Suddenly the carriage stopped and Aunt Margaret asked him to help her down, which he hastened to do, swearing at himself that he was so clumsy not to have thought of it himself.

They entered a small store, at least it appeared that way from the outside. Inside it opened to a large salon, equipped with beautiful antique furniture and a wealth of oriental carpets, lighted by shaded gas jets everywhere. One wall was almost entirely covered with the finest crystal mirrors, and more mirrors in golden stucco frames mounted on little wheels were around everywhere. Two or three groups of deeply upholstered armchairs were arranged around marble-topped tables covered with fashion plates and magazines.

Suzanne took him up the curved staircase leading from the entrance hall to the private apartments. He looked around and was a little disturbed. He had expected his room to be an adequate place for him to study.

A bed, a closet, a few chairs and a desk for his work were all he had expected and desired. But here was a suite fit for a queen yes, definitely not for a king, for the whole atmosphere radiated femininity.

This was her suite formerly, but after the death of her husband she has redecorated and moved into the master suite. Unfortunately, there was no time to redecorate this part of the house before you came. And Madame thought, maybe you like it this way and anyhow, you can now choose for yourself what you want. When they finally stopped in a long row of other carriages, Aunt Margaret urged him to hurry. We shall meet our friends there. When he awoke, it took him some time to get oriented.

Whose bed was he in? Slowly the happenings of last night came back to him.

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