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

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envelope. You'll have to wait there for a reply. Now, on your way, and show me you can at least do one thing Five minutes later, our door opened and my dad came in. "How're you doing boys? I've come to ask you both a favour, and I won't blame you for refusing." Well, what about the bride then, dad?" asked my sister, "I'm beginning to feel the odd one out here!", and she too grinned, "They certainly look the part; I never knew I had a sister!" As she slid the silky panties up and down along my member, I began to shudder, “Yes! Yes! Make me your little girl!!” With that, my shaft erupted into the delicate little panties and I collapsed down onto the vanity seat. At this point I considered myself to be a girl. After a few minutes, the change was remarkable. Eye shadow, a bit of mascara, and blush had served to remove any hint of boyishness. I enjoyed being made up as it would remove all traces of boy.

I want to be a girl.” The answer was quiet and tiny but all the pieces fell into place. Suddenly, Lauren realized that Timothy wasn’t getting into trouble because he was a trouble maker. He was getting into trouble because he was a she and... Put these shoes on and I think we can show the others what a pretty girl you are now; if that's the right thing to say."

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Peter’s eyes grow wide as he looks at his bike danglingly from a crane. “You f’ing dare. Just you f’ing dare!” Hey! I'm sorry! Mum, see how Peter is getting on, as I'd better explain what she, I mean he, has to do." 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. I immediately recognised Macy as what I had come to talk about, if not who I had come to interview. For Macy was undergoing a new form of experimental training conducted by the strange and elusive Behaviour Modification Authority. On the surface Macy was the rather overdressed maid of this house yet within this satin dress and lace petticoats was, if I wasn’t mistaken, a young man undergoing strict petticoat discipline.

I appeared at the top of the stairs. I was a lovely vision in white. The maid had certainly chosen well for there wasn't a hint of masculinity left in me, rather I (now her) looked the perfect little princess. The dress was all white lace accented by delicate pink satin bows across the bodice and at the puffy sleeves and hem. From their vantage point, the two women could easily view what must have been several layers of crinolines under the wide almost floating skirt. Around my waist was a four inch wide pink satin sash tied at the hip with a huge bow. I stepped carefully down the steps, my feet in white patent leather Mary Jane’s, highlighted by white anklets trimmed with a turned down pink lace cuff.I've got some lovely photos next of the very stylish Stephanie from the United States. Mmmm, she breathes femininity, don't you think?