Kiss My Feet: Sissy Training and Forced Feminization

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Maybe the use of “assault” sounds melodramatic, and I admit that being plied with finery was an extremely first-world problem. But whenever my mother put me in a dress, I felt as if she were taking a scalpel to my identity, trying to slice out the parts she didn’t like. And the holidays were the best opportunity for her to operate on me. Weekends in December became forced marathon shopping excursions in which I tried on skirts and gowns that would later become my presents. The picture she painted drew out the strong maternal feelings in the other three women. A husband dangling helplessly in sissy baby clothes, crying pitiably in front of laughing women. Their appetites were up and they couldn't wait. "Oh Jayne," cried Trinny, her crimson lips quivering as she spoke, "shall we bring in Thomas... I can't wait to see him being put into his baby frame."

this darling tutu skirt it's double layers and ruffles and ribbon and a gleaming hot pink waist and hip section, and it was So practise a little curtsey for me, darling, then sit in my lap, and you can be the respectful sissy for each of the Mothers-In-Law in Prim's stories. And here's a Prim pic and story from years ago which have never appeared in Prim's Petticoat Wendyhouse. Oh Jayne, is that what you call him?" cried Eleanor with a laugh as she helped to pull the struggling male into the middle of the chairs. In our next issue: Arlene and Elizabeth return for another visit to the CHERUB Babification Hospital.It was a pleasure to read your letter, not least because it fills in more of the picture of Sissy Katrin and her total emasculation. I know from other women/mistresses how degrading it is for their sissy to have to work on the process of revealing more details of their own sissyness, as in Katrin's case of translating your letter to send to me. Seeing at first hand what revelations are being made to so many sissies and their mistresses. She is sort of betraying herself, I suppose. Jayne covered her face with one hand as she grinned. "It's a maternity dress," she confessed; "not that I was ever pregnant, or am ever likely to be from him. It was my mother's, and she gave it to me... ever hopeful, you see. A fat chance with this effeminate panty-waist as a husband!" Wonderful," said Angelina, "but where did you get such a great dress for husband dressing? It looks like it'll fall just short of covering his panties, or in his case, the crotch buttons of his romper." His words disappeared as his second foot swung into the air. This time he bounced lower with no way of supporting himself. Eleanor and Trinny knew what to do to and soon his knee and leg were held out to the side. His romper pants were spread wide with his smaller white crotch buttons displayed between his legs. I like your suggestion of leaving the projected date until close to the time - say a week before. I'm going to leave Walt Wisconsin out this month, so that I can catch up a bit on Prim's Petticoat Pansies issues for you and all members. It should take about six weeks to do the next issue. One thing I don't want to do, Ben, is mess you around. So please remember that I'm working on it for you.

I nodded, knowing that she was leaving out part of the story. That same Christmas my mother invited my girlfriend to spend New Year’s Eve with us. It was the first time a female partner of mine had been invited to anything. Girls and cars, just mix. My neighbor pulled out of her driveway in little sports car, and I said..Heh, can I take pic with the car? So here I go...

Oh yes," said the supervisor, standing up. "You have to release his foot elastic, like this... then his knee loop to lift his leg out of it." The sobbing husband found one of his satin bootees on the floor again and put in a flurry of struggles to try and release himself, but Angelina put a stop to that by lifting his free foot into the air so that he bounced helplessly up and down again between their skirts and dresses. I am sure you can understand how hurt, upset and angry I was. It was also clear that Petal had no idea how far I was going to take her. If I remember correctly you warned her about potential consequences she might not be aware of. I had every intention to de-male her at the appropriate time. They all laughed uproariously as she spread them out, and watched the abject reaction of their victim as tears rolled afresh from his drooping eyes. This plastic was more supple but glossy, so that it slid with a rustle into position and the light plastic was easily wrapped up over the first pair.

They decided to loop the baby husband's knees up again and examine his diaper at leisure, so everyone sat down after the exertions of his struggles. "Oh dear... Baby's done his wetties in his diapees," said Eleanor, her finger exploring the dissolved pictures of little girls' pink faces down the front of the pad.Exactly," said Angelina. "You have put your finger on the heart of the matter. By babifying these pathetic males, we show them how they are fully under our control, like a mother controlling everything for her baby. And not only that: they also see that we intend to show them in all their failure to other women who will despise them for the pathetic weaklings that they are. And that's why I want to show you the Baby Butterfly this morning." 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. The hostess left her holding his leg and opened her bag to get her husband's pacifier. "Here, cry-baby. Open!" My mother surprised me by admitting she’d been self-absorbed, only seeing me as an extension of herself. She said that, as a child, she would have given her front teeth for the clothes she lavished upon me. “It felt like you were rejecting all the privileges we’d worked so hard to give you.”