X-Dresser Sissies Issue 5 ~ Pansies in Petticoats

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Yes, that's much better, sweetheart,” answered Carolyn, a knowing smile crossing her lips. “Sit here and I'll start your bath water,” she said, turning and entering the adjacent bathroom. I suppose I have to expect that there has been some increase in willingness to accept T as well as LG &B.” Aunt Mary said, "Ooh my baby Chrissy looks like you love your clitty ejaculations." I heard what she said and thought how lovely it was. This was so heavenly to me and I began to think of what else the women had in store for me. I was willing to go along with anything they would like to do. Fiction Writing | Blog Writing | Creative Writing | Essay Writing | Letter Writing | Poetry Writing | Technical Writing | Story Writing

But I should manage a better balance between caring for Alys and caring for my wife and others. I have no idea what sort of comments I will get for saying this. ] He soon woke up when he saw where Miss Presswell was bringing him: to the other lingerie counter, where Kate was serving a woman and her sissy boy. He knew at once Kate had been watching him because she spoke to him as they drew near.His mouth fell open. They were all pictures of him in his sissyboy suit, a line of them showing him in his short pink skirt and dozens more catching him in unforgivable intimacy with the boy in the petticoat slip. Miss Presswell turned to look at her sissy. He had changed his words, but she could see from the flush on his cheeks that they had sprung from the heart, and waited to see how he performed. She pulled the sissy's hands away from his face and held them for Jason to take in his satin gloved fingers.

The ease with which I bought the bras encouraged me to look at many more clothes in the next few days. Sometimes I looked in the charity shops, as the prices are so remarkable and once in a while the right garment comes to hand. But, increasingly, I went into the shops selling the clothes I wanted to look at, the clothes I wanted to examine and feel and assess, the clothes I wanted to try on and buy. Put him in these shoulder petticoats," she said, "and I want him in Snow-White knee-highs and crystal pumps to match this dress." It seems we'll have a young lady joining us for dinner today, Carolyn, and not the almost teenage boy we were expecting,” the older woman quipped. It’s difficult to improve on the advice from SoFeminine – Be Confident; Alterations make clothes fit better; What matters is that you feel gorgeous and happy. There is other advice but these are the key points for the crossdresser going out. Sheila went to her cupboard and produced several carrier bags. “As I knew you wouldn’t choose a costume for yourself,” she said, “I've chosen one for you. You will go to Lucy’s party as White Rabbit. Lucy is going as Alice in Wonderland, so you’ll match perfectly!”Jason let out a wail and his eyes filled up. What was she saying, this woman, and what was his stepmother going to think after being told such lies? He turned to Serena as she dropped his third petticoat over his head and let it slither out onto the others. He saw sympathy in her eyes and in the shape of her lips, and she put her arms round his petticoat frills to clasp him in a sisterly cuddle of pity. There's something you should know about him." She paused and Jason could hear his stepmother's voice as a dainty petticoat fell over his head for him to put his arms into. "Well he's just about steering on the right side of me. He nearly pushed me into exposing him as a sissy to a few of his friends, but that's just it, my dear. We have a real sissy on our hands."

And to make sure you're behaving yourself, my little fellow," she went on, "I shall take you with me to the Pretty Boy display room until lunchtime." I feel wonderful, standing so close to you... sweetheart," muttered Jason. "Please may I kiss your soft, girlish lips?"

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Hello my little darling. Come close and let me hug you into my blouse. Mmmmm. I'm so happy you are sharing Prim's Petticoat Pansies issue #36 with your loving Aunt. While we're reading the stories and articles this time, sweetheart, I want you to feel particularly respectful and just a little frightened, because we are talking Mothers-In-Law, as you know, and that means you SHUT UP and DO AS YOU ARE TOLD. But then at supper Sheila asks me what I'm planning to wear to the party. I almost choke. I tell her I'm not going; it’s a party for girls. How was this possible?” I thought to myself. As I turned to see the reflection from another angle, it hit me. As the layers of taffeta swished about my nylon-covered legs, there was no mistake. This was no dreamlike image - this was I! I could have remained before the mirror for hours had the two women not awakened me from my reverie. I was wondering what she was getting at, but I soon found out. “And as your leotard will go over your tights, you won’t be able to, um, go to the toilet. So I've got a nappy and a pair of plastic panties for you to wear underneath. Don’t worry. No-one will be able to see it through your tights and leotard.” But I’m closing in now on my own rustling, fruffling, swishing, swooshing, frou-frou dress – and I hope it will be all I’m looking for.