The Autobiography of a Petticoated Youth and His Friends Book 3

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Now before getting into the aunt’s social skills, you need to know her character. That she is a sadist, who has some great grudge against men, and possibly an extreme feminist as well. With that in mind, we can think that, she is probably works in a woman oriented firm, where she is a pretty big shot. She tried to explain me in every possible way, saying that, it’s just a cropped undershirt. But, she couldn’t fool me anymore, those straps, those little cups, those laced edges, everything screamed bra. frightening now, just how feminine my outline looked. My waist was now much thinner, but my hips were wider and of

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. We’re going to straighten you out Peter,” Jenny smiles, sitting in an armchair. “You can’t keep acting out as you have been.” Jenny then holds up her phone and shows Peter a picture of his pride and joy. Last summer he restored an old Harley Davidson motorcycle. He’s so pleased with it; he only rides it on special occasions. Yet, she has a picture of it. Hold your head up, dear,” she asked as she tied a fancy bow under my chin. “There now, you look just adorable, Honey,” she said, her hand straightening the flared skirt of the coat. Bending, she gave me a little kiss on the cheek and opened the front door.

I was amazed by Jodie’s good manners. ‘Would you mind?’ That wasn’t the way he normally talked. "Of course I wouldn’t mind," I replied. The petticoat discipline was working already. 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. Looking out to the car, the old priest smiled and waved to what appeared to him a pretty young girl. “Oh, I'm afraid that's not allowed; the academy is cloistered to women.” own - but they had that organised only too well also. “Hmm," said Hilda to Gertrude, “those suspenders on

Still facing away from the mirror, I sat quietly while Carolyn brushed and curled what had been longish hair for a boy. After looking through a small drawer in the dresser, Aunt Mary approached with two matching satin ribbons, the exact color of the dress. After tying each into a pretty bow on either side of my head, both women smiled. Still beaming, they pulled me to my feet. “Don't look yet, Chrissy,” instructed Aunt Mary, “let's slip your lovely dress on first.” Can you remove my earrings and buy be me some boy clothes in the morning? Slowly, with lots of fear, I asked her. My auntie Joan was an attractive 35-year-old who was living in Sydney. My cousins Sue and Anne were quite attractive and 17 and 14 respectively. They were all very pretty and feminine in their manner and dress. The farm, being about three hours from Sydney, ten minutes from the village and one hour from the town, was fairly isolated and the weather was cooling off so not many people would be visiting. 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.”How’s it? Do you like it? She asked me by placing it in front of her, but, I didn’t reply. I was always thought of buying you dresses, better late than never; while helping me with the dress, she stated. Being November, there was an autumn chill in the air, and as they stood in the entrance hall, Carolyn went to fetch her mistress' sable coat. Then began the beating, and it continued until the fire goes down. When the last flame went out, all my clothes were burned. At last, I lost my balance and fall to the ground. I went into the living room with my sister and we had a cup of tea and had a long chat while the children were getting ready upstairs. Jill found her books on petticoat discipline and I glanced through them. Jill said I could take them home and study them more. Nearly half and hour after they’d left us, Tammy and Jodie returned.

Aunt, please, I can’t take it anymore , it’s too much; I cried. And she stopped, I don’t know why, but she stopped anyway. The so called new fashion, there is no such thing, they are nothing other than panties and camisoles; she replied with a cunning smile. What about yesterday? The day before that? And the day before it? Are you wearing it? She was on fire. I don’t know, she always scolded me for everything, even little things, I won’t be able to live with her that long; I stated.As I was helpless, the only option was to do as she says. Just like mom said; I thought. Thus, I obeyed her unquestionably, by removing my cami. Meanwhile, aunt already found the blue bra and was waiting for me. She asked me to take it, but I didn’t. How do you know that we’ve got something planned?” Keri asks, nudging her son as she sits next to him. “Could it be that you’ve caused a heap of trouble?” Aunt Mary interrupted, “Oh, don't worry then Father; I'm sorry we bothered you. I'm sure somehow we'll make do, Happy Thanksgiving.”

Peter’s eyes grow wide as he looks at his bike danglingly from a crane. “You f’ing dare. Just you f’ing dare!” My auntie told me that I looked very pretty and totally convincing as a girl. We decided that I should have a girl's name in case someone overheard us. Sue suggested Julie and I agreed that I liked that. We finished breakfast, then my auntie put out some more clothes for me so I would have a change. She suggested we go for a walk. With my new hairstyle I looked very feminine and I could easily be the younger sister of Sue. On our way to bed aunt gave me a nightie to wear and some cream to rub on in the morning before I had my shower to tidy up any unwanted hair I had.I pleaded with mom, but aunt intervened, it’s alright Graham, take off all, but you can leave your pants on. Well, I hope that clears all your doubt. Thanks for penning the detailed comment. I am glad you did. No dear , this one doesn’t have it, because it’s a ladies fash ion book, and they won’t showcase men’s, happy? She asked me. Soon my chains and cuffs were removed, and they were helped me to get up. The female officer pulled down my dress, and straightened its flares. I showed them the hooks on the wall, where I was tied, and mercilessly flogged. It’s okay, we can talk about that later, right now we need to get you to a hospital; the officer said. I nodded my head, and we walked towards the house. mirror now in my training bra and panties, this way and that. I felt so humiliated I wanted to burst out in tears, but I felt