Petticoat Punishment 2015

In the old days Petticoat Punishment was used as a form of discipline. It would often involve a boy being feminized into a sissy by a powerful female, usually a Mother or Aunt. He would then be paraded around in front of his cousins, sisters, or in some cases, girls of his own age whom he had offended by his behavior.

Petticoat Punishment included being forced to wear makeup and carry dolls, purses, and other items associated with girls. Sometimes, boys were made to perform tasks that they considered to be girls work, and to appear with their Mothers in public wearing girls clothing.

That was before psychologists knew what they now know about the mind and about behavior modification. Over the past 20 years or so, tremendous progress has been made in dealing with boys who will not stay out of the panty drawer.

The modern version of  Petticoat Punishment is not really punishment as much as pretty persuasion. With the right lingerie, hairstyle, makeup, nail polish, stockings, pantyhose, skirts, blouses, dresses, heels, jewelry and perfume, hard changes can be made.Ten out of ten crossdressing psychologists approve of and support this technique, often asking for photos.

In some cases, a Mother will even encourage her son to dress like a girl until the thrill is gone. Unfortunately, this can take months or even years.

I have an example of this method I call Practice Panties, it is a 20 minute recording and is now a free download.

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Petticoat Punishment 2015

Petticoat Punishment 2015

A Sissy Fashion Show

At last it was time for the first victim to make his appearance and there was a gasp from the audience as a young man minced into view dressed entirely in shimmering silk.

His blouse was aquamarine, with a prettily embroidered bodice and big puff sleeves, his short flared white skirt, pushed out by a mass of frothy lace petticoats, reached about six inches above the knees, and he was perched on white stilettos with six inch high heels. This sissy was the latest acquisition of Hilda Bradley, who sat beaming with pride in the front row.

“This is Susan ladies. He’s eighteen years old and he’s been in frilly dresses for, what is it now, three months Hilda?”

“Nearly four Beverly,” corrected his owner.

“And I believe you’re sending him to a Sissy Boarding School next week?”

“The Sweethearts in Silk Academy darling.”

There were murmurs of approval from several of the women who had used this excellent establishment themselves. Beverly flounced out his wide satin skirt and swished the lacey petticoats underneath…

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A Sissy Fashion Show

A Sissy Fashion Show

Illustration by RocketXpert on Deviant Art

The Millionth Sissy

Who will be the millionth sissy to listen to my Podcast? (999,000 plays as of today). I picture him as a very average, very normal man with a tiny fetish towards forced feminization. A man’s man, probably a big, tough guy with amazing abs and muscles that can only be formed by working out in the gym every single day. Or not.

Strapped In Silk Podcast

The Millionth Sissy?

The Millionth Sissy?

Crossdressing Panty Thief Caught and Punished

I wrote this as a play for a reason. A very wise man once said: “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.”

Your crossdressing and sissy fantasies are exactly like a play, and you play the girl. So without further ado, on with the story.

Teresa: Well, well, well, look what we have here.

Susan: Oh-My-God. He’s wearing your panties and babydoll Teresa! And look-he went through all of your things. He must have tried on everything in your dresser! And there’s lingerie all over the place! Let’s call the Police.

Teresa: Just a minute Susan, I think we should interrogate the suspect, isn’t that what they do on those cop shows?

Susan: Screw that! We caught a panty thief and he has to go to jail. And we have to tell your neighbors. We have to tell everyone so this doesn’t happen again.

Teresa: But this panty thief is one of my neighbors, he lives right next door.

Susan: Oh My God you know this guy?

Teresa: I sure do, in fact he used to do some chores for me, but things got weird.

Susan: What do you mean, weird?

Teresa: Well, I caught him watching me once from his bathroom window, it was really creepy. I think he was masturbating.

Susan: I’m calling the Police right now…

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The Panty Thief by Teresa Bowers

The Panty Thief by Teresa Bowers

Bad Boy to Good Girl

Oh good you’re home. Let’s go into your bedroom and talk. I have a surprise for you.

Actually I have a few surprises, but we can start with the most important one. Just sit down on the bed and get comfortable.

I know how much you like surprises, and I think you’ll just love these!

First of all sweetheart, I know you’ve been wearing my panties. Don’t even try to deny it, because I know it for a fact.

To tell you the truth, it was a bit of a surprise for me. But I want you to do what makes you happy….

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New Story-The Closet Sissy

I had been aware of his daily visits to my panty drawer for quite a while, and decided that it was time to teach him a lesson he would never forget. He had a room on the floor below me at college, and last term had somehow found a reason to have my key. When I started to notice that my panties were being moved around, it took a while to work out what was happening. Who expects someone to go through their lingerie when they’re out? I certainly didn’t, but after a while it became clear that not only were my panties being disturbed, they were being worn. Worn by someone who was stretching the pretty lace and satin before putting them back, thinking I’d never notice.

Of course I noticed, I take care of my lingerie. And once I figured out my panties were turning someone else on, it didn’t take long to figure out when, and then who was responsible. Each day when I set out for classes, he would sneak into my room and spend a little time there. Each day he was last to his classes, and each day another pair of panties would show signs of being worn.

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The Closet Sissy

The Closet Sissy

Sissy Story Contest Q & A

I’m getting a lot of questions about my sissy story contest so I thought I’d answer the most frequent.

Q: Does the story absolutely have to be in the form of a narrative? That seems hard.

A: No.

Q: Can I use a story from another site?

A: Yes, if you get written permission from the author.

Q: Can my story be extremely graphic?

A: Yes.

Q: How do I know how many words are in my story?

A: If you open it in Microsoft Word you can look under TOOLS-WORD COUNT.

Q: Can my story be more than 1000 words and a 10 minute recording?

A: Maybe. If you write a really fantastic, epic sissy story I may make an exception or we can edit it down a bit.

Q: If I write a really fantastic, epic sissy story can I be your sissy maid and wear a PVC French Maid uniform?

A: No.

Story Contest Rules

Queen for a day-A Sissy Story

Bob had been dressing up a lot more since being laid off from his job at the factory. He still woke up each morning at 6, then remembered that he had no job and nowhere to go.

His girlfriend Julie was out of town on business, and her closet full of beautiful dresses, blouses and skirts, her dresser filled with soft, silky lingerie, and her collection of high heels was irresistible to him.

He would get up and shower, then put on the TV and have coffee, promising himself that he would stay out of her clothes. But within an hour he was standing in front of the full length mirror, admiring himself in her fabulous pink satin tulle baby doll, and matching panties.

Despite the anxiety, the worry about her discovering his secret, and the guilt he felt, there was no way he could stop.

The layers of soft, cool, silk and satin on his skin, and the way he felt as he slipped on her nightgown was incredible. It was like a drug that he had to have.

Julie would be back in 6 more days, and he took advantage of this time to try on almost everything she owned. He convinced himself that their relationship was over anyway. She was tired of his lack of sexual interest in her, and his laziness.

Since they would soon be breaking up, he figured he had nothing to lose by shaving his legs. While he was in the tub and had the razor out, he shaved the rest of his body as well. All except a small patch of his pubic hair that he carefully shaped into a heart.

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