The paint was only on my clothes but they were ruined. I washed and went to the bedroom to find a very pretty green dress lay on the bed. There was also a lace camisole and matching panties. Taking my hand while I was dressed delicately Aunt Mary beamed, “Come along, sweetheart”, and with my skirts bobbing we walked together to the car.

Excellent,” complimented Aunt Mary, “A little touch-up with the curling iron and our little Chrissy will be perfect”. I appeared at the top of the stairs. I was a lovely vision in white. The maid had certainly chosen well for there wasn't a hint of masculinity left in me, rather I (now her) looked the perfect little princess. The dress was all white lace accented by delicate pink satin bows across the bodice and at the puffy sleeves and hem. From their vantage point, the two women could easily view what must have been several layers of crinolines under the wide almost floating skirt. Around my waist was a four inch wide pink satin sash tied at the hip with a huge bow. I stepped carefully down the steps, my feet in white patent leather Mary Jane’s, highlighted by white anklets trimmed with a turned down pink lace cuff. I was bleeding a lot. I didn't know I could bleed so much. Maybe I would bleed to death, die in that field, and not hurt anymore. I drifted in and out of consciousness, until I couldn't lay there any more. He was coming, I was sure of it, and he would find me. I used a brother intstead of a sister, because in the other story, the brother was derisive and abusive, and allowed to get away with it, in fact the child being punished had to apologize for getting angrily defensive! Also, the brother character was necessary to work out my own stuff. How do you know that we’ve got something planned?” Keri asks, nudging her son as she sits next to him. “Could it be that you’ve caused a heap of trouble?”I... I can't stop being scared. He's going to come here and kill me, or... or worse. He has my knife. I can't run far enough, never, and when he kills me I'll go to hell cuz I'm so dirty and bad..." The day went slow, but three did eventually come. John came home. I knew he would, and I knew what I had to do. He wasn't going to stop. He knew I was weak, and he would want to remind me. A lot. I began to grow uncomfortable as my felt my bladder fill up and Carolyn, taking notice asked, “Is there something wrong, sweetheart?” I thought about it almost constantly, too. Every movement aggravated my wound, I couldn't not think about it. I lay down and watched TV for a while, hoping to distract myself, but it didn't help. Every time a girl in a dress showed up on the screen, I was reminded. Still blushing, I took my seat, as Carolyn's eyes met Aunt Mary's and the two women shared a knowing smile.

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. It started a year ago. Tom wasn’t doing very well at school. He kept getting into trouble. I decided to do something drastic; I couldn’t let it carry on." She sipped her tea. Carolyn lay me down with my head resting on Aunt Mary’s breasts and then put on her negligee and gown and left the room. Aunt Mary said, “Chrissy my darling can you just get up a minute while I remove my negligee?”A policeman walked into the room, and looked at me like he cared. It was weird, why would a cop care about a dirty crossdressing boy? He should hate me. Amazing," I said. "But you said it was a six-months’ trial. Surely if Tom has been behaving himself, you stop the punishment now." 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.

So, what’s it to be Peter…?” Jenny leans forward in her seat. “Are you going to allow ol’ auntie here to correct your unruly behavior or is it goodbye to your precious bike!?” Peter looks over at his mom for support. He knows when he gets angry, she usually caves in. He knows that once she starts sobbing and crying, she’s given in, but today things are different. His mom is crying, but she’s desperately looking away. She doesn’t want to even look at him. And is that what Tom likes? Wearing dresses?" My cross-examination continued. It seemed a little odd for a 13-year-old boy to dress as an eight-year-old girl. 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. At the time of the following exciting adventure we were sixteen, but I was a few months older than she was.Keri sniffs in and wipes at her eyes. “I’ve….,” she says, trying to talk through the tears. “I’ve had enough Peter. I can’t deal with this anymore.” Petticoat Punishment by itself is not the problem. No, the problem is how it is done and in what means it is accomplished. Father, I'm Mrs. Alexander and one of your students is staying with me over the holiday. It seems we left without his suitcase. Did you happen to come across it in the driveway last evening?” I replied, "Well I suppose they would not really like the idea, my mom might be a bit sympathetic as she has said she wish she had a girl also, I have two brothers." Carolyn said, "Well you should just enjoy the feelings your clitty gives you” I replied, “My clitty, oh you mean my penis. That’s a better name for it and I love it when my clitty gets excited by my frillies.”