Petticoat Discipline: Why I Made My Naughty Son Live as an Actual Girl!

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And here, look, the white top opens down to the waist and has two little rows of pearled buttons on the bib between these frills. I'll fasten them up and show you."

I could not believe what was happening, of course I would love to dress in the pretty clothes and they were not going to mind at all let alone laugh at me. I had a perfect excuse supplied to me as I saw it. The visitors climbed a set of six steps that led up to a large front door flanked with terracotta urns of foliage. The young teacher took a deep breath and stepped up to press the bell button. It made no sound, as if it hadn't worked. He pressed it again. I reluctantly left Aunt Mary's breast but was also excited at the same time by what was going to be done to me next. There was a desk in the room and I was lead to it by Carolyn. Carolyn said,”We will use this as your changing table”, after she put a blanket on the desk. I was helped up onto the desk after Carolyn removed my baby doll nightie.But aunt, I have lots; I

Carolyn said, “Well my darling I can give you a few pointers, you don’t need much really as you are so girly.” They were hidden by the laughter of women, filling the room. This was no little girl; he was looking at Lyndon Blonding, his pupil. A boy, who - and his pulse trebled at the feeling - had been turned into… a girl! And he was suddenly frantically aware that his penis was stiffer than it had been since he arrived in Dressing Manor. So now he’s here, in Lauren’s office as Lauren continued doing her work while he waited. It was like this; the sister likes to compose herself and give the students time to think about what they did wrong. The silence was oppressive. Or it would’ve been oppressing if Timothy wasn’t vibrating in his chair with excitement as though he was waiting for this moment. Although from time to time some details may vary slightly from the illustrations, I have been selling these slips to my local ladies for many years, with great success.I felt totally mortified; never had I been treated like such a completely helpless child. Despite my humiliation, Carolyn smiled as the sound of water splashing in the bowl echoed in the small stall. When I was finished, instead of replacing my panties to their former position, the maid had me stand, my petticoats still raised to waist level. She took a tissue and gently dried the tip of my penis, and with the frilly white panties still around my ankles, she opened her purse and removed a small container. He followed her across the carpet with Alison Forceman behind him. A wood paneled door opened ahead of them and a blond haired woman stepped out to greet them. Her blouse of cream silk had shoulder frills that looked like they belonged in Stepford, and a short skirt in stiffened peach satin. Blushing, I lowered my eyes in embarrassment. “Really dear, you should have been born a girl; wearing pretty dresses is only half the fun.” The gates of the school came into view. “You'd better let me do all the talking, dear. We wouldn't want you to give yourself away.” Well the girls laughed, at my misfortune, but now I was drenched and would have to ride home in mom’s car, all wet. When we got to aunt’s home, the girls ran ahead to enlighten their mom and our mom.