Let me tell you what I think of your lovely letter. No wonder you always used to feel so excited wearing Mistress Lady Penelope's dresses, because they rested on such a full spread of ultra-feminine petticoats, with frills flouncing softly all round your legs and swinging and bouncing as you mince and as you rightly say, as you curtsey to your Mistress. But maybe I am wrong there, because as all sissies know, when we dip into a most respectful curtsey, our duty is to hold our dress perfectly still and evenly spread out to the sides, with no bounce in our petticoats at all, just wide and humiliating exposure as a petticoated sissy. He found them so pretty as he drew them over Andrew's knees, up his smooth thighs and under his glossy slip. Another moan of hopelessness came from the boy as Jason made sure the waist elastic of both undergarments was evenly arranged all round his waist, but Andrew was in such arousal that Jason's hand inevitably brushed across the stiffened penis in its panties and slip. You will have seen Marie-Christine's clever new feature in Prim's Petticoat Pansies, darling. She's good at captioning her photos for our amusement. She just has to share her desire to wear women's skirt suits, the better to fit in with women at work where they want to look their executive best. Here are a couple of magazine covers she has created for Male Secretary Monthly! We chatted about my parents and life at home before coming to Los Angeles. We were under the covers and Aunt Mary now had her hand on my leg as I rested against her breast while we sat up against the plush headboard. I began to blush as my clitty was getting hard and Aunt Mary asked, "Is your penis getting hard again?" I said, "Yes it is, I just can't help it. Carolyn calls it my clitty and I just love all the attention Carolyn is giving it." We had just spoken earlier of my home life where I told Aunt Mary the same thing I had told Carolyn. 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.

Aunt Mary interrupted, “Oh, don't worry then Father; I'm sorry we bothered you. I'm sure somehow we'll make do, Happy Thanksgiving.” You don't know how happy it makes me to see Madam smiling again,” she went on. “I'm sure she'll really hate to see her little girl go once the weekend is over.” Startled, I didn't know what to think. Had she really offered to end all of this? And, more to the point is this I really wanted down deep? Reflecting on all the events of the previous 24 hours, it didn't take long for me to stand and spreading my petticoats and skirt carefully, more gracefully took my seat again.Still blushing, I took my seat, as Carolyn's eyes met Aunt Mary's and the two women shared a knowing smile. Why, that's a lovely response, darling," said the boy's mother, grinning as she turned to Kate. "I'll take half a dozen of those panties, dear, if you please. Three in white and three in primrose." I hope you are in good form, and everything is going well with all your hard work writing your enchanting stories and drawing your stunning artwork.

Lowering her head till her face was reflected in the mirror, framed by the pink ruffles highlighting the shoulders of the dress they had me wear, she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a squeeze. 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. Jason's pulse was throbbing as he forced himself to look his partner in the eye. "I... feel so precious in front of you, darling," he said, pausing and pressing his lips together to control their tremble, "I simply have to plant a loving kiss on your sweet lips."

Jason was all ears. Surely she wasn't going to tell his stepmother about the duties he had performed this morning? Another thrill for me is to be able to share with you the letters our sissy friends have sent to Prim and me for your benefit and enjoyment. Their photos too, and that includes six lovely new faces in the Rose Room, which is where we're going to start right now.

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. Jason felt his cheeks blush and his penis tug firmly on his panty silk as it grew in front of the watching women. Or was it because of their pretty sissy husband and son-in-law? The wretched male was wearing wide legged French panties prettied round both legs with three inches of pink lace, and they were tented in front of him from the bottom edge of his corselet, so that the double dome of his penis helmet was beautifully shaped in gleaming satin. His corset was in lacy panels that alternated pink and white, with six suspender garters of ruched white satin that hung loosely halfway down his panties. His bra cups were shallow, perhaps an A cup, but judging from the smooth flesh of his chest they must have been filled with his own breasts and nipples.

The TSDP Army Uniform

She rolled her eyes in patient forbearance. "Get up!" she said. "You need to be got ready. And let me remind you that any signs of boyish behaviour, or complaint... the first hint of rebellion, and that's it, you're fired. With a boom of photographic exposure. Do you understand?" Yes, I know you're a member, and thanks for your support. Thanks too for your thoughtful ideas, full of sincerity. The thing about setting myself deadlines has two aims: one it tells you, my friend, when to expect the next issue. Secondly it gives me a target, much more likely to get the issue finished earlier than if there is no target to aim for. I stood nervously by as the two women joked, and as I fidgeted; the rustling petticoats continued their unceasing caress. The thought of actually going to a public restaurant while dressed as a young prepubescent girl disturbed me momentarily, but I knew I was powerless to alter their plans for me. In fact, the stirrings under my fluffy skirts spoke more of my concurrence rather than any complaint.

Isn't it awesome reading what the girls send in to us for you to share with them. I'm so grateful to them, and we all love seeing the girls in their photos. In this way we can all be girls together, which is what our transgendering is all about. I hope you've liked reading with me, precious. I am sure there'll be a lot more to read in the next edition of Prim's Petticoat Pansies, which Prim tells me will be a special "GIRLS SCHOOL" issue. Mmmm, sounds to me like it will be very feminine and very humiliating for the poor sissies - that's you darling, lol.

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I must say that lending my sissy pansy out to my friends was one of the most effective training measures.I still remember - and so does sissy - the first time I made her serving teas and coffees when I had invited two of my friends over one afternoon. My little fairy trembled with fear and humiliation but at the end she passed with flying colours and made my friends being jealous of having such a cute and obedient maid to wait on me. I'd love to correspond with you who are so understanding of our needs and predilections - till then, with congratulations about your wonderful several rooms to visit and in which to play. I've loved having you with me to read my Newsletter, darling. How sweet it is for all those girls to write in so that we can share their feminine thoughts together. I hope you join me to read another Newsletter next month, or better still you could join me inside the Wendyhouse where all my Newsletters are waiting for you in the Emma Room. Being November, there was an autumn chill in the air, and as they stood in the entrance hall, Carolyn went to fetch her mistress' sable coat. 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.