X-Dresser Sissies Issue 5 ~ Pansies in Petticoats

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He went one, “Now, you and your ilk, you know that you’re unusual in that you like breaking some of the rules by dressing in women’s clothes – but a great deal of the time, you will be firmly convinced that you are ‘middle of the road’ and typical. Sorry, but you’re going to have to fight harder, be more different if you’re going to get to the edge of social respectability.” Judging ‘typical’ first-time behaviour or experiences is almost completely befogged and misled by anecdata - that anecdote which is treated as data. It didn't take long till my pansy has become a fully accepted maid of almost any party that I or any female in my circle of friends hosts … funny enough, most of the males that attended the parties did accept her without any problems and I am quite sure that some of them never doubted her being a real female maid. But even if they do, I wouldn't care. My fairy princess isn't a male any longer and who knows, some of the males might even be envious and wish they'd be allowed to take her place or at least walk a while in her shoes.

Cooing in my ear, she brought me to a state of complete distraction, “You have such lovely little breasts, Christine.” Scraping the tip of her fingernails over the now stiffening flesh, she teased, “See how your girlish little nipples stand up?” 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.She unpinned my outer diaper and removed it once I had lifted myself. Next she unpinned the satin diaper and exposed my mess. She said, “Ooh Baby is really messy, but don’t worry I will clean you up.” My clitty began to get hard and Carolyn said, “Looks like baby just loves being messy.” In the bridal boutique, I got a thorough lesson in materials and their weight, strength, purpose and flexibility. Words such as brocade, lace, satin, silk, chiffon, crepe, voile, net, taffeta, tulle, velvet were mentioned and I didn’t have a clue about quite a few of them. I knew satin, silk, cotton and polyester and jersey and lots of others and I had heard of some of these but I didn’t know what was what. It was fascinating and Robyn was very helpful in my quest to understand the importance of sound and feel to a garment. 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.

First of all she showed me a white leotard. “Isn’t this cute?” she asked. “I've even sewed a fluffy bunny tail on the bottom for you – look!” Sure enough, there on where my bottom would be was a white fluffy rabbit tail. I couldn’t even imagine wearing such an item. But it got worse. A few days later, talking with another of my alteration ladies, she told me to go and talk to a bridal shop as they would be much more likely to know what materials caused the best frou-frou. She giggled, which seemed unusual in a lady of nearly 60, and said she’d be really interested in how they dealt with my request.

But of course, all that happened was that Sheila pushed me down onto her bad, grabbed my ankles, lifted my legs high in the air over my head and once again spanked my bottom.

Mistress Vikki has the right idea, as women do. You need to ensure that you feed these girly wishes in your nature, by wearing pretty lingerie - I am delighted that you are setting about filling your panty drawer at once - and by reading Miss Blouse's column in Prim's Petticoat Pansies. There are other sources of inspiration for deepening your femininity in Prim's stories, darling, so pay attention to them. If a story makes you feel particularly sissy and girly, try and see what it is that causes this effect in your nature and your feelings. Then try and replicate it for yourself in real life. 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!” In my fantasy I live with my step mother and step sister. I'm 14 years old. Lucy, my step sister, is nearly ten. Sheila, my step mother, does not particularly like me. When it was just me and my Dad I could do pretty much whatever I liked. Now Dad’s gone I still want to do the same, but Sheila won’t tolerate that at all. She’s trying to instil what she refers to as ‘proper discipline’ in me. Even as a young child I never got spanked, but Sheila’s had me over her lap with my trousers and underpants down round my ankles several times already.Carolyn smiled and nodded as she took my nightie and put it on me. She then helped me into my gown and slippers and then took my hand and led me from the room. We entered Aunt Mary's suite and Carolyn led me to the bed. The room was huge and had a huge four-poster bed against one wall. There were heavy velvet curtains, which could be drawn around the bed. At the foot of the bed there was an elaborate entertainment unit with TV, video and music players. Aunt Mary was not yet in the bedroom. Carolyn removed my slippers and gown and then helped me into the bed. I was in the middle of the huge bed. Carolyn went into the suite bathroom after passing me the TV guide and remote controls. She said she was to get changed herself and also help Aunt Mary. But this first effort to find frou-frou didn’t go easily. The prom-dress just wasn’t me. So I looked for dresses which would be suitable for a petticoat or maybe just more than one liner or slip. One of my ladies who did alterations made that suggestion. She said to buy two or three slips and she would stitch them together so they would go under whichever dress I wanted. This seemed to make lot of sense and gave me a lot more flexibility in what I could look for.

It's time for a story, darling, brought on by Pansy Raelene's letter. It's a Prim story, inspired by a lovely picture from Curtus. Darling, I wonder if you are already a member so Prim's Petticoat Wendyhouse? Because when sissies sent me photos to put into the Rose Room they are making lots of girls happy, so I reward them with a free month's membership, to start when you ask me. So write to me to say if you want your free month to start now - or when your present membership runs out. I look forward to hearing from you.

I have shot a lot of trans , androgyne , crossdressers and hijras over 25000 images including hermaphrodites ,,, Ah! There you are,” she said cheerily. “Strip off and I’ll get your costume out and put it on you.” I began to grow uncomfortable as my felt my bladder fill up and Carolyn, taking notice asked, “Is there something wrong, sweetheart?” I froze. “Oh,” I stammered, “yeah, sorry. I forgot. And now I've arranged to meet the boys in town, so it looks like I'm going to have to miss it. Sorry.” 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.”