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From: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell)
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I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may
contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is
offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy ....
enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up
with what I have now.
MY PETTYCOATING INITIATION
ANN PETTY
My mother started my pettycoat training when I was 12. I had done
something which she considered punishable by drastic measures.
She left me locked in my room for an hour while she went
shopping. When she came back she had a complete outfit for a girl
my size -- a dress, a slip, panties, a training bra, knee-length
stocking and shoes. She watched while I changed into the new
clothes. "You'll wear them ALL week-end," I was told. When it
came time for bed she watched me undress and then handed me a bow
trimmed satin nightie to wear to bed. The next morning, Sunday,
she awakened me and watched as I again put on the girl's clothes.
Although Dad was home Sunday he didn't say a thing about my new
outfit. She made me wear the outfit for the next 4 week-ends. I
was on my best behavior for the next several months.
Then I slipped again and it was back into the girl's clothes. In
my second year of high school I did something she considered
REALLY bad -- I stayed out late, had a couple of beers and came
home a little drunk. I thought I'd gotten away with it. But
Saturday I realized she knew and was going to punish me. She took
me to a shopping mall and had my ears pierced and studs installed
in my pierced lobes. We went to a ladies store and she bought me
three skirts, three blouses, 2 bras, 5 pairs of lacy, sexy
panties, a nightie, pantyhose and 2 pairs of girl's shoes. At
home she gave me a home permanent. "Now, young lady, I expect you
to wear proper girl's clothes all week-end. AND I expect you to
LOOK and ACT like a young lady." I did as she said. Monday I
expected to dress in my boy's clothes and go to school. What a
surprise she had in store for me. I was forced to dress in the
girl's things and go to school. To be sure I really went to
school she drove me and picked me up after school. THAT was the
worst day of my life. I had to wear feminine things for the next
TWO WEEKS, to school and wherever else I went. I tried to stay
home after school, but she ALWAYS had some errand for me to run.
Once the 2 weeks were up she decided I would wear panties, a bra
and pantyhose under my boy's clothing EVERYDAY AND I would sleep
in a nightie. After a month or so I all but forgot I was wearing
feminine underthings -- as did the girls and guys I hung out
with. Mother realized this and made me wear a skirt and blouse to
school each Friday and dress as a girl all week-end. THAT was
embarassing at first, but everyone seemed to get used to it. I
had to finish out that year wearing girl's clothing most of the
time to school and after school. Although my underclothing
continued to be feminine, I was allowed to wear boy's
outer-clothing all that summer and until New Year's. I screwed up
by attending a class party and getting drunk again. Back to the
feminine clothes full-time. Only THIS time I had to wear my hair
in a feminine style and wear face make-up. I was often mistaken,
by people who didn't know me, as a girl. I spent my entire senior
year dressed and looking like a girl. I even look like a girl in
my pictures in the Year Book.