X-Dresser Sissies Issue 5 ~ Pansies in Petticoats

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I was going to have to decide what my new dress would be like. I wanted frou-frou (whatever that might be). It sounded so definitely pleasurable. Carolyn continued, "Chrissy my dear you are probably wondering how I have milk in my breasts. I do have a baby; one of the other maids is looking after him in the servant quarters." Now, don't you worry your little head, dear; it seems you'll get to play dress-up a little longer is all. It'll be wonderful having a sweet little girl in the house all weekend, you'll see.”

My cheeks turned a bright red, but not out of embarrassment from wearing such girlish clothes. Rather, it was because deep within, I couldn't imagine anything nicer than continuing this new and exciting experience for as long as I could. True – but I think there’s a real difference for the T group. First of all, there’s the rather obvious difference that for the LGB it is all about, or mostly about, the sex and what they do with their genitals. That’s not the case for the T. I’d prefer not to use the label ‘sexual’ but the rest of the world see the behaviour of the T as sexual, so I have to abide with that. Theirs is the only sexual fetish or sexual behaviour which occurs at least as much outside the confines of the bedroom as inside. And this confuses the well-bred ladies and gentlemen who do not wish to concede that anything outside their expectations can be done in public. Like that Victorian court case ‘you can do anything you wish as long as it doesn’t frighten the ladies or the horses.” Ooh Carolyn that was just wonderful. You are really mothering me, I can’t remember being so pampered and loved.”I remember the first time I tried on tights – and did I get it wrong that time. I rolled one leg up as far as it would go then had to stretch so far to reach the other toe that I could feel the material begin to tear. I stopped, rolled the first leg down a bit then to the second. Gradually I worked the strange feeling material up both legs towards the top. I looked to see how my feet and lower legs glistened as the sheer material flexed and stretched. So beautiful. Then as I stood and pulled the tights upwards, I could feel the whole of my leg enclosed and enveloped in the quite wonderful sensation. manner after she told a joke. Carolyn also reminded me of when we ate I was to take small bites and small sips. She got me to drink some water out a glass in small sips. Yes, they saw that the leadership claimed to be massively tolerant and so they pushed at that very specific point – and they found that they could push and push and push until the tolerance that the leadership originally planned had been extended far beyond what was expected. And it goes on.” In a week’s time it’s Lucy’s tenth birthday. She’s going to have a fancy dress party for a dozen of her little friends. I can’t think of anything worse than a dozen or so ten year old girls running round squealing and screaming, so I'm planning to go out for the afternoon. If I time it right I should be able to avoid the whole awful affair. I was more confidant of going out to eat with my two kind hosts. Carolyn told to me to sit down at the vanity bench and I did so gracefully and in a girly manner.

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. Now,” said Sheila, “step out of those trousers and boxers – you won’t be needing those for the rest of the day.” When I'd done that I went down and said I'm sorry. She was not happy - not cross with me - I think she wanted me to have a girlfriend, start a family, and maybe me wearing her clothes showed her that having a girlfriend was out of the question. But later when I put in a shame-faced appearance in the front room, she said she didn't mind me putting on her clothes - as long as I didn't spoil anything or get them creased, and if I did I would have to wash and iron them, or pay for cleaning. As a result I used to wear her clothes often, usually when she was out but sometimes when she was in, which made it exciting. You most certainly WILL be going, young man. Whether we like it or not we’re a family now, and when there’s a birthday party the whole family goes. So you have a think about your costume and let me know if you need any help.”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. It was a very pleasant half-hour. Cathie helped me try on half a dozen different bras. Eventually, I/ we chose three. All were 42-C but as suggested each had an extender and to my surprise, Cathie had suggested that I buy breast-enhancers. And I did find the effect was very satisfactory. The Mums, and the hot girl from school, all laughed at me, and the little girls now all knew for sure that I’d been put into a nappy. To add to my humiliation Sheila came over to the Twister game and patted my bulky bottom. “Are you still dry?” she asked. “That’s a good boy”.