Where we are heading???

The post today is a little different, in the sense that I am posting a story from Fictionmania written by Misty.  Misty is a wonderful writer, and I love the insights that are shown in this story, and the possible future that it portrays.  I would encourage everyone that is an advocate of Gender Role Reversal to visit Misty’s Page on Fictionmania.  There are over 50 Great stories that I think you would enjoy!

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Future view of boys and how fashions might change in short order.
Cultural Change

“ Gender stereotypes by Eves-Rib
The new world order of a female led society is around the corner.

Channing hopped out of the car and made his way over to the other group
of boys waiting for the bus. This was the first day of school and his
first day at Hardin High. He had been eager all summer to go to high
school. Planning and dreaming about it, he had almost driven me crazy
with requests about what he could wear and how important it was that he
fit in with the rest of the students. I had to shake my head, he was so
different than his older sisters. They had not bothered at all with
appearance, as long as they adopted the standard ‘uniform’ for teenage
girls. But I guess a lot had changed over the past three years. It
tickled me that the boys and girls, so intently interested in the
opposite sex, separated into their own clumps at almost every
opportunity, boys huddled on one side of the street and girls on the
other as they waited for the bus. Most parents hung back either in their
cars or standing in their own group at the far end of the lane. We wanted
to be sure the bus was on time and that our kids made it on their
journey, but we tried to give our kids some space. As I looked at the
students, I could see what Channing was worried about, as almost
everybody wore what had been decided as the cool look for that year. He
certainly had adopted the clothes that defined his friends. The
interesting part was how different the dress code was for the boys and
girls. Also, it surprised me that the students talked about individuality
so much, but they all dressed so similar.

Although both groups had a typical preferred attire, there was little
variation within a group but a wide gap between the sexes. One group
stood there, almost slouching as they exchanged soft conversation and
took sideways glances at the ones across the street. Their look was
simple. They all wore jeans, perhaps some in a dark wash, and others in a
lighter hue but all wore jeans. The styles were either boot cut, straight
leg, or slim. Thank goodness the baggy look favored for so long had gone
away. The jeans were paired with a t-shirt or plain top and a hoodie.
Colors were the only variable, with a few wearing bright colors or prints
but the majority favored solid, dark combinations. Shoes were limited to
sandals or sneakers. They held their notebooks in their arms or stuffed
into backpacks. What struck me was how relaxed and comfortable their
uniform was. I mean, they wore nothing that required a sacrifice for

Across the street, the look was entirely different. Here you could see
that fashion was much more important. It extended to how they did their
hair and especially for the older ones included some makeup. Although
again, the overall look suggested a uniform rather than wide
individuality. The basic outfit centered on a skirt with a coordinating
top; one or two wore dresses but they were older students. Nobody on this
side of the street settled for pants. This year the fashion had swung
back to wearing hose with the skirts. These were more frequently
patterned and in a color that went with the skirt, but I knew some would
be wearing nude shades at some point. The majority went with pantyhose
but I knew a few were brave enough to try stockings which required some
sort of underwear with garters. Shoes were definitely fancier than the
ones worn in the group across the street. They were all dress shoes, some
even had modest 2-3 inch heels, a trend that had just taken off in the
past year or so. I liked to think it was related to the return to hose.
These outfits were generally accessorized to the utmost, with lots of
unique jewelry, belts, and especially purses. The increase in accessories
seem to correspond strongly with age, as seniors liked to wear rings,
earrings, necklaces and bracelets at all times. Maybe because as juniors,
they had all gotten pretty class rings at the end of the school year. It
seemed most coordinated their jewelry with this important item.

Along with fashion driven clothes, their hair was styled with bangs being
an almost universal look. Use of makeup was more optional, but almost all
had on some type of lip gloss or color as well as mascara. Eye shadow
seemed pretty common too, but only the oldest wore eyeliner, foundation
and blush. The other noticeable aspect on this side of the street, was
how they talked more, even if it was hushed whispers. I could tell they
all had their eyes focused across the street and could only surmise much
of the talk was about the opposite sex.

Watching the students, reminded me of how important I felt when I dressed
like this for school. And how worried I had been that my look would be
accepted by the others in school. I also remembered the hushed whispers
as I talked about which boys were cutest and how we might get them to
talk to us. Now I knew, that the boys were also trying to figure out how
to talk to us and that most barely recognized how much effort we had
spent on our clothes, hair, and makeup. To them, just that we were girls
was enough to excite them and make them nervous. I could only shake my
head in disbelieve at these memories. Had it really been that long ago?
As much as some things were the same, others had shifted radically. How
had the changes occurred so fast?

Looking at Channing I could tell he was really nervous. He had laid out
his clothes last night, going over and over his choices till he had to go
to bed. The only way I could get him to pick one outfit was to suggest he
decide on his clothes for the entire week, that way he could wear all of
his new ones so it wasn’t just about today. We had spent the last month,
shopping and looking to be sure we had the cutest and latest styles. He
had wanted to push the envelope constantly, insisting he be allowed to
wear outfits that I felt were a bit too fashionable for someone his age.
But we had been able to work it all out, and as I saw him in the group I
could tell that he had judged correctly what would be the preferred look
this school year. Even though he had on the same look as his peers, I
could see his nerves rising to the surface. There were telltale signs in
his movements and stance. I could also see his eyes dart toward Rebecca.
She was a neighbor girl, a junior, who he had a serious crush on. If I
hadn’t known her since she was little, I would have been hard pressed to
pick her out since she had adopted the current outfit of her age group. I
just hopped Channing wouldn’t get his feelings hurt this year, as it was
unlikely she would notice him or be as interested in him as he was in
her. Again, I could sympathize with Channing as I had a big crush on a
boy older than me in high school too. I just hoped his experience was
better, although it taught me a lot about respecting myself.

Despite these thoughts, my main interest was in how the fashions had
swung so quickly. I guess it all started with the how the High Fashion
Industry looked to expand their market and parlayed interest in a new
area with an investment in professional sports leagues. Some trend
watcher for the fashion industry had noticed how teen boys had been
dressing for the past decade. Although many still wore jeans, a majority
had begun to wear shorts almost exclusively. They even wore them in the
winter, despite the cold, by pairing them with heavy coats and hooded
sweatshirts. This attraction to shorts was largely driven by sports,
especially professional sports. The heroes for many boys were basketball
and soccer professionals, so they emulated them by wearing the long baggy
workout or game shorts. If not athletic shorts, they wore baggy styles
with a multitude of pockets. Both kinds were worn in sizes several times
bigger than needed, extended to the knees or beyond and being very, very
loose. The voluminous expanse of cloth made the shorts sort of swirl or
drape around the body giving a particular look. The shorts were paired
with tees, hoodies, sports socks, sneakers, slip-on sandals, and often
compression undershorts. All of these clothes were also featured by their
sports heroes, so the link was easy to understand.

What the fashion professionals saw was an opportunity to slip in designs
that would open this niche market to them and their products. So first of
all they linked in to the pro leagues, finding and signing the top stars
to lucrative contracts. They also inked their teams, and in some cases
like soccer, their whole leagues. Once they had the bell cows, so to
speak, then they began to alter the uniforms to work in fashion flair.
Flair that could be marketed to teen boys. They had done similar things
many years ago with girls and young women by focusing on actresses and
singers. I know I followed certain singers when I was a teenager. But
this linkage was easier as girls were already aware of fashion trends.
They hoped to do the same with boys, thus increasing their market size.
They also knew that once they had someone clued into fashion, it was
easier to keep them buying designer items most of their adult life.

The first modifications they made to the shorts were to add some
decorative touches, such as pin-striping, color patterns, or embroidered
images. Many of these were associated with the team name or mascot, but
they also introduced other images or colors that would be marketable
beyond the team recognition. Concurrently, they modified the fit. A first
step was to make the shorts fit tightly from the waist down to just below
the crotch, so they hugged the body. The legs would then flare out in the
typical loose style which was common. Other alterations included lowering
the crotch and shortening the legs, adding a zipper to the waist (common
in the tight fitting style), shortening the legs alone, and adding a
center flap in front and back (this extra fabric was not attached to the
legs and could be shorter or longer than the legs). The changes in short
designs were usually paired with changes in the jersey. The most common
being to extend the length of the jersey, which was then worn outside of
the short (this required league approval), so that it resembled a tunic
or modifying the shoulder straps, for example making them skinny and
adjustable for length. More times than not, a long tunic top was paired
with shorts featuring short legs. The new styles were usually introduced
for special games or events resulting in more than a dozen new uniform
looks per year per team. The variety of styles reinforced the idea of
change in appearance being positive. The process produced results almost
immediately, transferring to teen boys almost seamlessly.

What caught the fashion industry off-guard was how receptive the consumer
was to changes that might have been deemed ‘feminine’ before. Some
designers intentionally added traditional female looks to their uniform
lines just to evaluate the potential for sales in the public market. A
couple of modifications tried early on, were to move the waist zipper to
the side and to widen the front flap so that it resembled a skirt,
essentially becoming a girl’s style skort. Both changes were received
positively by boy customers. Other feminine changes such as shortening
the legs to a three inch inseam or less usually required combining the
change with an attached undergarment. Boys had long worn ‘compression
shorts’ under their regular loose shorts, so the idea of an attached
longer leg, tight fitting Lycra-spandex under-short was readily accepted
and became a best seller. That allowed fashion designers to add flare to
that part of the garment as well. The under-short soon feature bright
colors, varied trims or mesh panels. Eventually the pairing of a very
short inseam, 1-inch, for the outer legs, with an equally short
undergarment leg became accepted as well. The last modification was to
just replace the outer short with a flared skirt. Boys seemed to have no
problems with this design as long as the attached undergarment was there.
Soon it became commonplace to see a wide variety of styles, colors, and
fashions for boys ‘shorts’, many of which looked more like skirts. The
final step was to just extend the jersey tunic to mid-thigh and pair it
with a coordinated compression under-short. Despite being essentially a
shift-style dress, designs like this sold well too.

Compression shorts weren’t the only underwear item that fashion designers
produced. They saw how well they sold and rapidly introduced other items
as part of an integrated look. Boys were now used to tops that featured
straps of various widths and styles, so pairing a camisole-like under
shirt of the same Lycra-spandex material with the under shorts became
widely accepted. So did adding a smaller brief to wear under the
compression short. These were little more than a bikini or even thong
style modified to cover male genitals. The designers were very ingenious
in these products, eventually selling the concept that a built in molded
cup or more popular, a ‘safety pad’ in the crotch was practical. This
style featured a foam molded cup in front with padding, leaving a center
space for a boy’s penis, so it could be tucked between the legs inside
the pad and kept out of harm’s way. The design created a smooth, rounded
mound in front, more or less making all boys crotch areas look similar.
Padding was soon added to other garments, allowing boys to appear with
rounder buttocks, wider hips and even a more projecting chest. It was
amazing how far the concept was taken and accepted by the consumers, as
long as their sports heroes endorsed them. Many of the changes had
progressed to the point where the stars didn’t actually wear them but
encouraged boys to wear them in commercials and because the stars wore
similar items the new fashions still flourished.

Because of all this promotion, I found myself looking at Channing
similarly dressed this morning. He had fully adopted the newer looks, and
had been determined to wear them to school. So over the summer, despite
my resistance to some of the more style-forward fashions and our
arguments about them, he had worn me down so I compromised in almost
every area. He had insisted that he wanted completely matching lingerie,
although he called them ‘under-gear’. So underneath his clothes, he had
on a string bikini, featuring a thick safety pad, a shaper brief with
satin honeycomb patterned panel in front and around each leg and rounded
buttock padding, a camisole with similar satin panels across the bust to
highlight the padding that gave him the twin cone-shape projections that
were in vogue this fall, and a short chemise slip. They were all in a
soft pastel called honey blush, a golden almost glowing color. Channing
had also insisted he be allowed to wear the sheerest stockings attached
by short garters to his brief. They were an almost iridescent silver with
a ribbed pattern. I argued they were impractical for school, but he
nearly had a fit as he was sure most boys would be wearing such hosiery.
Amazingly he was right. Every boy at the stop was wearing some type,
although pantyhose were common and a few stuck with the more opaque
tights style that had been popular last season.

His outerwear was coordinated, of course to match his new ‘under-gear’.
His top, truly a blouse, was a long-sleeve, whisper light nylon in a
sheer silver that matched his hose. I had argued very strongly against
this style as too provocative for school, but he matched my arguments
with the modesty conveyed by his chemise. Plus he countered, the silver,
gold, and black were his schools colors. In truth, since boys had no bust
to speak of, the sheer top did not really reveal much other than his
lingerie. The skirt was a short, very tight style that only went down an
inch or so past his stocking top and featured a pleated detail at the
rear hem. The Lycra-like material meant that the skirt clung to his
curves mostly generated by the padding in his brief. I warned him it
would be difficult to sit and walk with such a mini-style but he seemed
not to care. He actually reminded me it was like in my day, where girls
openly wore corset-style tops and let their bra straps and thong show.
This was as close as he came to admitting that the new fashions for boys
were more similar to previous women’s wear than not. Again, I conceded to
his wishes. He did agree to a more modest shoe, it was a cute loafer
style with only a 2 ½ inch heel. Once he had bought his favorite in
black, he wore it for days around the house to be sure he could walk
without any wobbling or false steps. Of course, he needed a purse that
matched. He had shopped relentless to find one that was a matt black,
with an intricate gold pattern that looked remarkably like the honeycomb
details of his lingerie. I wasn’t sure he really needed one, but honestly
he had no pockets and refused the idea of a backpack, so there was little
other choice. He had spent countless hours and more than a few dollars to
finish his outfits with jewelry accessories, although he did limit them
to earrings, simple bangle bracelets, a matching necklace, with a single
ring on each hand. Today, his jewelry all featured a honeycomb design.
Not only did his colors match his new school, but the honeycomb was a
direct link to the wasp that served as a school mascot. The effort he put
into this outfit totally surprised me, and he matched it with the similar
thoroughness for nine others; he had insisted he couldn’t wear the same
thing more than twice a month.

The transformation of boys’ clothes down this fashion path was also
accompanied by a change in the personal grooming. When I was a teen, most
guys seemed to barely bathe and appeared to prefer showing off whatever
scraggly beard they could grow on their face. Their hair was frequently
not combed or cut so short that brushing was not necessary. I remember my
best girlfriend remarking one year that they looked more like cave men
than high schoolers. Now, those trends had been totally replaced. Not
only were faces kept completely shaved, but body hair removal had become
wide spread too. Of course not all boys followed this trend, as it
required much more time and effort. But once Channing saw that his
favorite soccer star had embraced this look, he insisted that being hairy
was not for him. He even saved the money he earned over the summer baby-
sitting, so that he could get waxed just before school started. Although
he never mentioned it to me, I heard his conversation at the salon when I
picked him up afterwards and it was clear that he had included waxing of
his private area, which I assume meant he was smooth allover. Again, I
chuckled inwardly as developing pubic hair had been a significant marker
when I was young. Now, many boys preferred to sport an entirely smooth
look that actually made them look years younger.

Again, Channing’s commitment to this new fashion constantly amazed me.
In contrast to his desire for smooth hairless skin, he insisted that he
must keep his hair at least shoulder length and we had been to this same
salon countless times over the summer until he had just the right cut,
color, and high-lights. He kept it perfectly shampooed and used a wide
variety of styling products and even begged me to let him use my curling
iron, so the ends would curl under to frame his face. It all seemed so
extreme to me, but since women’s fashions had moved away from elaborate
hair-dos, I relented. I mean I didn’t even use my curling iron any more
anyway. I did demand he restrict his cosmetics to lipstick, eye shadow,
mascara, and nail polish. He was way too young for foundation or eye
liner. He agreed and practiced using them seemingly endlessly until I had
to admit he looked very attractive. Channing was lucky in that he had
full lips and big open eyes. He acquired a range of colors so that he had
a lipstick and eye shadow palate for each of his outfits. Today he wore a
matching nude lip and nail color with just hint of rose and a shimmery
gold shadow that was perfect companion to his other golden items. As he
stood there with the other boys, I felt proud seeing how nice he looked.
I had at first been a little embarrassed by how different he looked than
how I grew up seeing boys. However, once I realized it was a very poplar
trend, I adjusted to seeing him with what I would have called a feminized

As the bus roared up to the stop, the kids began to shift toward the
opening door. As if by mental telepathy, the two groups merged into one
line. Usually two or three of each sex were clustered together in the
line and Channing was no different. He remained close to his best friend
Jonathon, as the line inched forward. But as the line formed up, a tall
brunette girl stepped in right behind him. It was Rebecca. She moved
closer to him and sort of leaned his way and I could see her make a
comment. Channing turned and then when he saw who it was, he both smiled
and blushed a little. He nervously played with the hem of his skirt and
then moved a hand to sweep back some hair off his face. He answered her
and I could see as his mouth moved that he was saying thank you. I guess
she complemented him on his look. As she continued to speak, she reached
out her long fingers, to move the offending lock of hair where it had
fallen over one eye. Channing’s eyes were locked on to her, as he
nervously bit down on his lower lip, while his right hand tugged at the
top of his stocking where the garter was attached. Rebecca nonchalantly
took his spiral notebooks from his left hand and put them with hers and
then placed her hand on his back as he began to climb the stairs into the
bus. At this point, he paused and glanced quickly my way. A huge smile
crossed his face. He mouthed the words thanks Mom, as he wiggled his
fingers in a small half-wave. I responded the same as he disappeared into
the bus. I saw he and Rebecca sit together on a bench seat and then the
bus drove on.

I was pleased both by how he seemed to catch the eye of the girl of his
crush and that he showed me he loved me. I knew he was growing up, but
now maybe for the first time, I was glad he had chosen to go forward in
his new life with a real sense of style and appreciation for his
appearance rather than just slug around in the large baggy shorts he had
worn in elementary and middle school. I expected that there would be more
challenges ahead but I was glad he at least looked pretty for his first
day of high school. As I headed back to my car I caught myself wishing
that I could convince his father to make similar changes so that he might
wear something to feature his nice legs other than the ugly shorts he
preferred. Maybe Channing would help me. I would love to run my hands up
his dad’s legs, once they were smooth and encased in a silky nylon
stocking. Yes, it was time he abandoned his old shorts as well.

The following are photos are boys, as Missy might be forseeing them becoming more common:

And these would be photos of the more modern girls that Misty forsees:

it me :0
tumblr: steammouse (feel free to stop for a chat)

Model: Amandine Renard

Model: Sara Cummings

A Comment from a Butch Woman from another Blog:

As a somewhat androgynous woman I appreciate your blog. I’m pan and often insecure about my attraction to men because I feel like they won’t be attracted to me… So it means a lot to see a man-run blog that appreciates women who aren’t femme.

Some Modern Men Out and About:

I love shopping!
I love to see you shopping.



“Kenneth’s exposure grows daily now There is no stopping it now

“is this a better spot to work from she wonders..showing more leg here for sure….

“This concrete is sooo cold, my bottom needs warming…

Males are surely learning their new Place in the New World Order!   It is really a delight to see men and boys being so Pretty and Sweet!


Now a posting from a woman on another Forum:

Posted in skirts who can wear them on 2004-12-06 18:08:15
Please Yes
My man loves to dress up for me at home and I have finally convinced him to go away for the weekend as a women with me. He already was into the hair thing so I gave him a perm and he has about one-third of the curls frosted blonde. He was already hooked on the girls panties full time, but I hope he enjoys this, because I would like him to continue doing it or just all out get rid of his mans clothing. I have already feminized him a lot the past few years and now my 2 sons and daughter all wear girls stuff, most of the time. They are 5 and 12 and enjoy dressing in girls stuff with encouragement from my 14 yr old daughter. They now wear their hair long and layered. The 12 year old wears girls jeans, blouses, shorts to school everyday and loves to wear skirts on weekends. He would like to start wearing makeup when out because his sister often fixes him up at home. He looks more like a girl than she does. The little one wears dresses and cute little girl outfits at the private Pre-school he goes to and the management does not have any problem with it, however they did let the other parents know that he is indeed a boy and really only one person viewed a complaint about it. He has cute little curly blonde hair with ribbons and bangs and just makes an adorable girl. They both play very well with both boys and girls and Ronni, (the oldest) has only had a few kids bother him about it. He says after trying both girl ways and clothing he is much happier in the role and no one would be able to pick him out of a group of girls, because he jut fits in so well. Now if I can convince my husband to go all the way with this, I think it will be fascinating and can’t wait for the Family Christmas Phot this year.

And a Comment from PennySue:

Posted in dominant women on 2004-12-05 06:42:28
I married my own sissie boy, right after college we married. When i first started dating him i found out he liked wearing womens underwear fulltime and getting dressed up sometimes. I encouraged him and after a few months of marraige replaced all of his guy stuff with girls clothing. now it has been almost 10 years we even get along better than before. he stays at home and takes care of the kids and the house. For many years he wore his hair in a long spiral perm just recently i took him to my stylist and had a modern very Chic hairdo done on him. It is long on the top and tapered down the side like a wedge to the nape. plus the outer layer is frosted very lite blond and it looks great on him and he loves it too. Since the first few months of marraige he has passed as a women almost full time. I had his facial and body hair removed permanently, plus had permanent makeup tatooed to his eyelids, brows and lips. He looks great and most of the time wears synthetic breasts glued to him and they look great, even in the pool or under a nighty. We are talking about having a boob job done and will probably be doing that within the next few months. i dominate him and he loves it. He is 5’8″ and 155 lbs and I am 6’1″ and a curvacious 220. he waits on me hand and foot and every morning he draws my bath, shampoos my hair and blowdries it and applies body lotion to my entire body, plus about once a week he shaves all of my body hair and appies extra moistuizer. Then he lays out my clothes and helps me get dressed for work. He used to wear a maides uniform to work arround the house, now he mostly wears skirts and dresses. If i want Breakfast in Bed, it is there, if I want a back rub or sex he is ready and willing. He stays home with the 3 kids and I go to work. The girl that was doing his hair for him the past three years did not even know that he was indeed a male until i told her that he was my husband. She couldn’t believe it, because he looks so great. we get along really great and he is not only a sissie but a fantastic lover. Plus he lives to be ordered arround by me and we are both very happy. I just had to make one more subject to this story, the only time that we ever even had even a slight dissagreement was over our 3 sons, Jason is 7 and the twins are almost 5. Over the past 2 1/2 years he has completely feminized them too. At first i wasn’t sure if this is what we should do, but it has seemed to work out very well so far. At first he just started letting their hair grow out some and bought them girls panties, then one day he came home with Jason with the cutest little girls pixie cut. At first i was kinda shocked, but with his fair blond hair he just looked so cute, that we all loved it including Jason. After that he replaced almost all of their clothing with girls stuff. He had the twin boys hair, which is naturally curly cut in the most adorable full layered curly shag with the cutest bangs and berets. They look adorable and have the cutest curly hair and no one would ever suspect that they are boys. They wear dresses and very cute little girl outfits of lace and girl themes almost all of the time. Jason wears Girls jeans to school along with blouses, t shirts, sweaters, shorts and tights or stockings. He usually wears dresses or skirts on the weekends or if we go out somewhere. He really likes the girls clothing and loves to go to the store to help pick out new outfits with daddy. Maybe it is an inherited trait. A lot of the kids at school know that he is indeed a boy but usually just accept him as a girl and he seems to get along with almost all of them and there has been very little problems by all of this. The School sent over some case workers to check out the boys after they were informed what was going on, but after examining the boys and talking to them decided they were doing just fine and were very happy children with no evidence of any wrong doing going on. They did however suggest that we keep a school councelor available to talk to Jason and later the twins as they got older just to see if everything was going on at school alright. The school stated that they did not want Jason to come to school in a skirt or dress, but we had already decided against that at this time, even though Jason would prefer to have the choice to wear one when he wants to. When we went on vacation last summer the boys just romped arround at the pool in there cute little pink swimsuits and behaved very well. All of the guests in the area and the workers at the hotel said they had never seen such well behaved children and such cute little girls. Now however Jason is a little jealous of his brothers long curly hair and he would like to let his grow out some and try a new curlier style and is eagerly awaiting his next visit for a new shaping to let it grow out to a newer style. He just loves his dad and would rather spend his time with him than do anything else in the whole world. They are really truly very much alike in more ways than just there choices in styles. A docter has even approched us and talked about the future for the boys and said we should keep them monitered for any drastic changes in mood or actions. She even suggested that we may wish to put them on a early preteen hormonal treatment to help suppress some of the male characteristics before they come on, but I hope they have there fathers traits and build because he has never had a problem passing for female with his smaller physic and tendicies. I look at our Family Picture and just as any other person would I see 2 beautifull young women and 3 very pretty little girls. I guess i got more than I bargained for with my Sissie, I got 4 of them all for the price of one. We are happy and get along great and i hope everything stays just as smooth as it is right now. i will check back for any comments or suggestions later, so please, fell free to leave your comments, either Good or Bad, I would like to hear them. Thanks and god bless you all out there and especially the sissies.


Taking Control of the Situation!

Women are Taking Control of many situations with their husbands, boyfriends and sons.  More and more males are finding themselves in panties, nylons, skirts and dresses….and this is Good!  Today’s posting will focus on this subject!

The first article is from a man named Sean that has been controlled by his girlfriend!   What a great example of what is happening!  This is from the August PDQ Site.

from Sean

Dear Auntie Helga,

I am somewhat embarrassed to write to you after finding your email from Petticoat Quarterly Discipline yesterday on my girlfriend’s computer. Before I write about my situation please know I looked all over the internet for some idea of what my girlfriend wants of me. What I found was Discipline Quarterly had more information and was closer to explaining my own situation.

Here is what I mean. My girlfriend of 4 years pretty well runs our home life and has from the beginning. She also runs me like having a second mother and disciplines me like a mother. For example 2 years ago she was on my case over and over about leaving my underwear on the floor beside the bed. I know I should have picked them up and put them in the dirty wash. Well one day I came home to find all my underwear was gone. There was nothing in my drawer.

Deb came home with a bag of new underwear only they were all nylon panties in many colors. We had words but I ended up wearing them and I still wear panties every day. Life went on while I learned not to be lazy and with Deb keeping a close eye on me. It was not long after we were out and I made the mistake of commenting on a woman with large boobs. Okay I am a guy, I like large boobs.

A few days later Deb brought home a few bras and some large fake boobs telling me to wear them. I refused so sex stopped that day for 2 weeks when I finally gave in. Every day after that when I came home Deb handed me a bra and the fake boobs to put on while she watched. Auntie Helga did I feel stupid walking around the house with a pair of DDs on my chest? Yes I did and still do.

Deb bought me a couple of tank tops and tight sweaters to show off the fake boobs. It didn’t stop there with her insisting I wear a bra when we went out for coffee. The only savior was the drive thru and not inside a coffee shop or fast food location. Auntie Helga can you imagine me a guy walking in a coffee shop with a pair of DDs bulging through my jacket or in the summer without a jacket? The girls at the coffee shop can probably see my fake boobs which I try to hide when at the drive thru.

Deb pretends it is no big deal if someone sees my fake boobs making me pay for talking about the woman I first commented on which got me into this situation of wearing a bra. Deb bought me something each and every time I stepped out of line and if I refused to wear it she would either hit me with an old yard stick like my mother did years ago or cut me off of sex. So I am on my best behavior most of the time to avoid the beating and keep my sexual privileges.

The reason I am writing is I think Deb is going to make me a sissymaid. I thought BDSM but no and forced fem kind of but petticoating appears to be the direction Deb is taking. I don’t want to be a sissymaid, wear a sissy dress, have my penis in a chastity, wear women’s high heeled shoes or shave my legs. I don’t even want to wear a bra and panties but I have no choice with them. Deb is of Chinese descent but don’t let her size fool you about her ability to discipline me.

Auntie Helga should I ask Deb what her plans are or keep my mouth shut and hope it all goes away?



And here is an article from the same issue on what a mother did to create a better boy.  His girlfriend Loved it, and now they are married!



I am so mad at Mom, I don’t know how she found your website but she did, and I am suffering humiliation because of the letters she reads on this site.

I guess I should start with what I was doing. I was fourteen and doing really bad in school. I was getting into trouble along with having bad grades unlike my smart sister who was making good grades and she is two years younger than I. My Mom telling me she would find a way yo punish me if I did not get it together. Well one afternoon when I came home after ditching my report card down a sewer drain. Little did I know that Ms. Carter sent a copy home by way of Sally, my sister. I walked in and Mm said that Sally had got her report card and ask if I had got mine. I lied and said no I want get it until Monday.

I said that because some of the guys were going to get together and play ball in the park Saturday and if Mom saw my report card she would ground me. Mom then pulled out the copy of my report card. I was pissed. She said lets see now Math F, History D, Spelling D, and so on I know you get the ideal. She said now what do you have to say about that lie you just told. I said that I had not got it and maybe Ms. Carter had sent it home by way of Sally. She said no Ms. Carter called me and said she gave you one and sent a copy by way of Sally.

I was told to go to my room and take off all of my clothes and go take a bath and that she had already ran the water for my bath. I was soon in the bathroom getting in when I noticed a funny smell it was like flowers. I sank down in the soapy water only to find it was girly stuff that Mom and Sally always used. I started to get out and run some new water when Mom walked in and said stay little man or should I say girl. I said Mom this water stinks, she said I know but you will get used to it by the time your next report card comes out. I did not know what she meant but I knew it could not be good.

After the bath Mom told me to come to Sally’s room. When I got there she told me she had found a website that gave people ideas on how to make bad boys into good girls. I looked confused as she went on and handed me a pair of Sally’s purple panties that had these ruffles all over them. She said look them over good because you will be wearing these and others that look like them or if you refuse you will be wearing diapers. I put them on and then began to get the idea and started begging her not to make me do this. Before long I was in not only the panties but petticoat and socks that had lace and bows, also my sister’s party dress that fit except the length because I was taller than she but as small otherwise they fit. Mother said when you get your grades up to at least a B you will be my other daughter. If your grades begin to go down again you will be back in these things.

Here I stood in my sister’s clothes and hoping it was just going to be a few minutes and she would let me take them off. I was shocked when she said that I would be wearing them every day after school until my grades came up and I would be wearing panties 24/7 until my grades were a B. I began begging and promising and telling her I had a ball game the next day and that I could not wear a dress to play ball.

When Saturday came I was wearing pink cotton panties and a pair of my sister’s jeans that had lace on the back pocket and one of her baby blue blouses that had a picture of a little kitten on the front. I even had on her tennis shoes. I was crying like a girl when my Mom finished dressing me. Sally said I looked so pretty and I started to punch her when Mom saw me she said come her dear (as if I were a little girl) She told Sally to sit on the chair and she told me to take down my jeans and panties. My eyes got real big I knew what she had in mind. I was over Sally’s lap getting the spanking of my life she did not hold back at all. I got up and stated rubbing my burning butt. Mom told me to get dressed like a good little girl and get ready to go play ball. I said I can’t go play ball like this. She said yes you can unless you want to be over mine or Sally’s lap every hour until bedtime.

As we walked to the park my sister held my hand and Mom held Sally’s other hand. When we got to the park all the guys started laughing at me and I could not do anything but stand there and take it. I was so humiliated I don’t know why but I started peeing in my pants or should I say in Sally’s jeans. That brought more laughter. Mom said well you certainly can’t play ball in wet panties and jeans one of the guys heard the word panties and he yelled it out for all to hear. I tried to get my hand out of Sally’s but she held on tight. I was never so glad to hear Mom say we had to go you boys have fun playing ball but SHE has to go change. Off we went walking home with some of the guys walking behind saying things like what is her name and Mom replying Sue will do. The guys had to get back to the field and so on we went home and I had to take a bath and change into the dress again.

Shannon, a girl from school I like, came by the house and Mom showed her in and then went back to the kitchen. Shannon said don’t feel bad I think you look pretty for a boy. I told her why I had to wear the girly clothes and she said that was not good but if you learn from it you will be a better man. I said I am learning from it I am going to study hard to get my grades up. Shannon said she would help me. We spent the rest of the day playing board games. When she got ready to go home she asked if she could come to play tomorrow. I said sure I would be here, I hope.

Mom came in and said she had heard us talking and that she would let me out of the punishment if I would promise to do what I told Shannon I was going to do. It was funny but I said one more day Mom and then I will be ready to be out of these forever. Mom knew I was doing it because of Shannon and she said OK but if you mess up you will be back in them for a whole grade period. I told her that I would never get low grades again. Shannon came the next day and we spent the day playing games in the basement. Shannon said I brought you something just before she was leaving. She got in her purse and got out a pair of pink satin panties and said will you wear these for me someday. I was blushing and said whenever you say.

I am writing this because I am getting married in two weeks and I will be wearing the pink panties under my tux, and she will be wear male underwear under her wedding dress. Since that day we had a lot of fun playing dress up with me being the one dressing up. I am glad Mom found your website now. I also had 4.0 grade score until I graduated and also got Master in Education. I only hope other Moms use the same punishment for their bad boys.

Betty, Shannon’s wife forever


And now an article of how a husband has been dominated!!

sottomessoincastita: “Sissy maid service ”

Letter 4
(From Madame)
Contributed by Saffron


Dear Miss Candida,

I was very pleased to see in your excellent magazine how many wives are bringing their men under proper control and how quite a few have found the merits of petticoating. I too have found it to be an infallible method. Men will endure anything rather than be exposed to the derision of women. It crushes their ego as nothing else can. My husband has many times implored me to give him the cane rather than face the ordeal of my girl friends. But I really enjoy watching a petticoated male cringing under the ridicule of laughter of women. He is soon reduced to a spineless jelly, ready to obey my every wish. I am sure there must be many ladies amongst your readers who would welcome some guidance in finding and training a submissive.

Look around for the shy ones who never push themselves forward. “Mother” him a bit and make him feel wanted and secure, and utterly dependent on you. Once you have him in this state he is already in invisible chains. Whatever indignities or service are imposed, he finds it impossible to face the alternatives of separation, and accepts his humble position. Many submissives have hidden TV tendencies which makes petticoating that much easier. However, it is wise to break him in slowly.

I began by inviting my husband to dinner, and afterwards he helped with the washing up, and was soon adorned in one of my aprons. I let him get used to that, then on one occasion I spilled soup over his suit. I had a large sized dress ready which I said was my mother’s and persuaded him to wear it. Soon he was completely hooked and I brought the subject around to marriage. I own two dress shops and am kept quite busy. I needed a husband who would stay at home and do the housework.

So I insisted he give up his job and place his savings in a joint account. He didn’t like it, but he was much too far gone to be able to break away from me. Shortly after the marriage, I took all his suits with me to the shop, leaving him only dresses to wear. Thus he was confined to the house without money and no will to escape. He soon began to enjoy his domestic role.

Most men are really only little boys and prefer a woman to dominate and control them. I have never been addicted to the cane although I do use it when quick, sharp discipline is called for. I prefer more subtle means and decided to use humiliation. I arranged a coffee morning and invited several of my girlfriends, My husband wore his usual black dress with white lace collar, to which I added a particularly frilly apron. I was careful to leave his head and face normal so that he was obviously a petticoated male and looked even more ridiculous.

I shall never forget the first time I pushed him, protesting, carrying a tray of coffee into the living room. He seemed to freeze and shrink under the laughter of the women. His face went scarlet and if I hadn’t been behind him he would have run for his life! As it was there was no escape and we kept him running about, fetching and carrying like a maid. I enjoyed it all and, as a refinement to his torment, I made him curtsy every time a lady gave him an order. This caused further convulsions of laughter, and afterwards we all agreed that taunting and teasing a helpless, petticoated male was the most satisfying sport any woman could imagine. My friends insisted on coming again and hubby goes through hell quite regularly, which is, I am sure, good for his soul.

Recently it was his birthday and one of the girls made him a sweet, pink, baby girl dress and bonnet. So we decided to dress him up and have some more fun with him. I didn’t tell him but simply dressed him, then tied his legs to a chair. I stood back to admire my handiwork and spent a few minutes making fun of him. Imagine his panic when he heard the girls coming up the front path. I enjoyed every second of his desperate pleading not to let them see him like this. As the door bell rang, I silenced him with a dummy, secured with elastic so that he couldn’t eject it. The women had the time of their lives that day. After the initial teasing and laughter had died down someone christened him “Mandy” and produced a doll she had brought. Of course, while we all had tea he had to nurse it and suck his dummy. All he got for his tea was a baby bottle and a few rusks!

After tea I got out my camera. He looks funniest when he is crying with shame, so while we all watched, Carol and Anne began to tease and pinch him. They soon had him in a terrible state and I was ready with the camera. We have all had so much fun with him I am enclosing the photo so that other wives, especially Mrs. J.S. (London), can enjoy the sight of a man in baby clothes. Perhaps if enough dominant ladies take up this sport, we may be able to hold a “baby” show one day!

I enjoy your magazine immensely and look forward to accounts of other petticoated males.

Yours sincerely,
Mrs. M.B., Birmingham


“After Thousands Of Years, It Is Now men’s Place To Be The Sex Toy And Be Used And Humiliated Endlessly!

As a Man should look for his Woman:



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Such Pretty Men!   The New World Order is happening!  As a very wise woman has said…..

Posted in SISSIES (For Girls only please) on 2004-12-05 03:26:44
I married my own Sissy boy, right after college we married. When I first started dating him i found out he liked wearing women’s underwear fulltime and getting dressed up sometimes. I encouraged him and after a few months of marriage replaced all of his guy stuff with girls clothing. now it has been almost 10 years we even get along better than before. he stays at home and takes care of the kids and the house. For many years he wore his hair in a long spiral perm just recently i took him to my stylist and had a modern very Chic hairdo done on him. It is long on the top and tapered down the side like a wedge to the nape. plus the outer layer is frosted very lite blond and it looks great on him and he loves it too. Since the first few months of marriage he has passed as a women almost full time. I had his facial and body hair removed permanently, plus had permanent makeup tattooed to his eyelids, brows and lips. He looks great and most of the time wears synthetic breasts glued to him and they look great, even in the pool or under a nighty. We are talking about having a boob job done and will probably be doing that within the next few months. i dominate him and he loves it. He is 5’8″ and 155 lbs and I am 6’1″ and a curvacious 220. he waits on me hand and foot and every morning he draws my bath, shampoos my hair and blow dries it and applies body lotion to my entire body, plus about once a week he shaves all of my body hair and applies extra moisturizer. Then he lays out my cloths and helps me get dressed for work. He used to wear a maid’s uniform to work around the house, now he mostly wears skirts and dresses. If i want Breakfast in Bed, it is there, if I want a back rub or sex he is ready and willing. He stays home with the 3 kids and I go to work. The girl that was doing his hair for him the past three years did not even know that he was indeed a male until I told her that he was my husband. She couldn’t believe it, because he looks so great. we get along really great and he is not only a sissy but a fantastic lover. Plus he lives to be ordered around by me and we are both very happy!

Posted in Poll For Men and Women – Who Wears Panties? on 2004-12-05 04:15:18
Mine does!
My husband wears panties 24/7 and has done for years before we even met. since we have married I have convinced him to wear all types of women’s clothing and we both love it, he has become very feminized and he looks great. He has now even feminized our sons and although I wasn’t sure that was the right thing to do, they too seem to enjoy and prefer it that way also.

Posted in how do men get feminine and women get manly on 2004-12-05 05:08:51
I am a beautiful demanding women and the only way I have become masculine is my making my husband obey and totally feminizing him. Today he dresses and acts like a women as well as hair, makeup and the works at my demand. He has learned to love it and we both think it is great.




21st Century Realities

Just starting off this posting with some remarks that are both evident, and what might be controversial!  Please remember, this Blog is about the Empowerment of Women and the Feminization of men and boys.  It is about a “Power Reversal” that is looking at taking power away from men and Women becoming the Stronger and Dominant sex.  Take notice, I did not say “giving” power to Women.  If Women are going to have the Power, they will need to Take it!  That is also why when a person that is Male is Ultra Feminine, I do not use the Female pronoun of she or her, because that person is male and therefore a he or him.  In the reality of Gender Role Reversal, if we would encourage males to be feminine and then call them girls or women, what are we doing other than enforcing the traditional stereotypes of weak and feminine females and strong and masculine males????   On the otherhand, if we encourage Male Femininity, and Strong and independent Women and Girls, then the Role Reversal that we are longing for might become a reality!

I would Love to hear what others think about these points that I have made.  Today’s Blog will reinforce the Gender Role Reversal that so many of us crave!

“Candy Is A Complaint male…


“I can’t believe you couldn’t even do one rep with this weight! Wow, I’m so much stronger than you, honey!

I can’t believe you couldn’t even do one rep with this weight! Wow, I’m so much stronger than you, honey!

“I love smelling my Alpha’s musk while she works out. Really gets my clitty hard.

“ Cassandra Martin
Females stonger

Men are voluntarily in many cases becoming Feminine and Pretty!   Others are being encouraged to give up their masculinity and embrace femininity!   What an Awesome Reversal of Roles!

interesting setting for this gurl’s pic….

I really like to see the feminine men NOT wearing Fake Breasts, thereby reinforcing the fact that they are indeed Feminine men!

just found tanya’s page here…lovely gurl

Men need to realize on their Wedding Day, they will be wearing a Bridal gown, and will be vowing to Love, Honor and OBEY!

dreaming of her sissy wedding one day….

And of course, he needs to be ready for the Wedding Night!

i’ve posted this before but i love her expression here…you just know she has the cutest little clitty caged under her pretty panties here….

Many Women do want to see their men in revealing and tight clothing as well!

cute gurl on a boat….

Things are surely changing for the once “Mighty Male”!

nice shot of my gurl felicity……

no pouting missy….

cutie in pigtails…..

Who agrees with me?

when are you coming to bed honey?

Making Males Useful!!!

Michaela Hayes

Sunday for Sissies! ;-)

“Demure Submissive Domestic Bliss

Boy Behavior Has A Way Of Improving When Wrapped In Pretty Clothes!

Modern Engagement Pictures Are Prettier!

If you can smile pretty enough, Mistress might get you a magazine cover like Pretty Sissy Monthly!

BunBun The Playgirl Bunny Lives To Entertain!


To Quote a Real Woman…..

RadicalFeminist Wrote:
I can not stress enough the time has come for all males to put on their knees and taught to serve females. As a society we risk our destruction as long as any male is allowed to behave as a macho jerk. The time has come to rise up, take over and put males in their proper place.

And another Comment from a mother that has done some feminizing of males….

As a mother, I am pleased to see that there are many other mothers who have initiated feminist and feminist education in their children. Children can also enjoy, and they make of cheerful fabrics and colors in their daily dress. As many times I have said, there are many machista mothers, when they disappear or mentalise, the men will be feminine.

I agree that most men should be eradicated, and we only accept those who embrace femininity. This would be a wonderful world where we would govern and you would serve us and would be sperm producers with your feminized DNA.





The Continuing March to Female Domination!

Here is a post from Suzie, a mother that started feminizing her sin back in the 80’s.  Today, her son is a feminized male wife, staying at home raising the kids while his female husband is the Breadwinner.  Do delightful to see women working with one another in creating the better world that is to come.  Also, Look for the added Link to my Forum that is in the introduction.  Would really like to revitalize that forum with New Age Women and men…..supporting each other in the New Age of Fe ale Control and Male Feminization!

Ivan Fahy (@ivanfahy) on Instagram: “Festive Red ❤”

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I agree with Pennysue, My young son used to be quite troublesome and misbehave. When he was just 3-4 years old, I used to dress him up in his older sisters old cloths, He hated it and really was mad at first. My daughter was 14 years older then him and after she left for college and my husband left, I started dressing him up more and more whenever he became unruly. By the time he was 7 he became more used to it and I really enjoyed dressing him up. This was the early eighties and it wasn’t uncommon for guys to wear curly perms, so I started curling his hair. Just short at first but it looked so cute I let it grow out longer. By the time he was 9 he had a beautiful head of long curls down to his shoulder blades. He looked just so cute with the long curls and blondish hair that everyone was always mistaking him for a girl, even when he was dressed as a boy. Up until this time, He always wore boys clothing to school, but the other boys would make fun of him and he usually just played with girls and was accepted by them as one of their own. The summer when he was 9 I started to dress him up almost all of the time as a girl and we went on vacation that summer and he dressed entirely in girls clothing all summer long. Come fall when it was time to go back to school, I wanted to go out and get him some new boy clothing for school, because he had outgrown most of his old boys stuff. When we went to the stores he did not want to even look at the boys stuff, he wanted to get all of his stuff in the girls department. After some tough moments and many tears we went and bought him all girls slacks, shirts, socks and underwear for school. He wanted to wear dresses and skirts too, but I told him he could not wear them to school, but we bought him a couple of dresses and skirts that he could wear at other times. He wore girls slacks, jeans and tops all year at school and no one ever complained to us about it at all. I always made sure his school outfits always looked pretty neutral, but he usually wore girls sneakers with pink trim and jackets and coats that always looked very girlish. Underneath he usually wore pink or lacy panties. For his tenth birthday he wanted his ears pierced so we went out and had them done. He really looked much more like a girl then many of his female classmates. He just started going by Bobbi instead of Robert or Bobby and things went pretty smooth. By the time he was 13, when he was ready for school that year he went out and got guys clothing and accessories, plus he got his hair cut so it was just down below his ears, but even though he was trying to look more like a guy he still looked very much like a young girl. Over the next few years he made a gradual transition to almost all guys stuff but he did start wearing his hair in a long ponytail and still had both male underwear and panties in his dresser drawer. He still was often mistaken for a girl. When he left college at 22 he was a quiet very shy young man and went out into the work force and became a successful technician. For at least 6-7 years he seemed very happy and able to cope with life, but always seemed a little out of place. At 28 he married a woman 9 years older then he, and when I first visited them, I noticed he was again becoming very much more feminine looking.

Bobby seemed very happy with his new wife Betsey, but it was pretty evident that she was a very dominate and controlling person. Although a very beautiful girl she was 5’10” and a size 18 and really was much bigger then him with his 5’5″ frame and 130#. I noticed when I did some of my laundry at his house before I left that their laundry basket had her large size women’s clothing plus many size small women’s jeans, blouses, nightgown and undies that were apparently his but they were apparently keeping him in male mode while I was there. 10 months later I went to visit them for a long weekend, Bobby met me at the door, he looked like a young woman and I did not hardly recognize him. His hair was again longer, permed and highlighted, he was wearing jeans and a baggy tee shirt, but he looked more like a woman then he had ever before. His hair was nice, his eyebrows were shaped, his face was smooth and I was sure he was wearing lite makeup. I told him he looked great and gave him a hug, it was then that I noticed he was wearing a bra. I continued on that weekend and complimented him on his looks and he was much more comfortable about being dressed as a women and we had a great weekend together. A little over a year ago they had a baby boy. I went to see them a few months ago. Bobbi is doing great, he looks fabulous and is happier then I have ever seen him. He has been taking care of the Baby and staying at home while his wife went back to work. He has been on hormones for a little over 2 years and I have noticed that he is indeed becoming to look much more like a woman. He has small breasts and definitely developed a more womanishly looking figure. He does not want to become a woman, he just wants to keep his features and appearance more soft looking to remain a more feminine looking person. They want to have one more child soon and open their own business, they seemed to be very happy and I love them all deeply.

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A Post from my Forum from Sandra, in response to a question as to how a man can get his wife to help with his feminization!
How does one get their wife to encourage male
>femininity? I mean if the wife expects traditional
>male behavior/ attitudes and has conservative
>background, how can one go about getting the wife to
>modify her expectations and even encourage her partner
>to become feminine?
My experience has been to move ahead with my feminization slowly, which includes being increasingly submissive and obedient to my wife; doing the house work, cleaning, shopping, laundry, dishes etc. I make a point of asking her to let me do these tasks, and discourage her helping. Just assume the role and I have noticed that her protests have become milder, and we are openly discussing my feminization now. I thought as I put on my lipstick this morning, that just about a year ago she said she couldn’t tollerate my wearing lipstick. So I started with cherry chapstick, then a transparent nude color, now I wear pretty much any lipstick I want, and she recognizes it is part of my feminity, and doesn’t object. Haven’t tried bright red, yet, but that isn’t my style, I am just trying to be an attractive woman at home

Dee I thought you meant go for a spin in your new car

The Women that are achieving deserve men and boys that are Pretty and Submissive!


Young fit lady (20 years old)

Fit teen girl (16 years old)

The Stronger Sex!

Males have dominated females for centuries.  Through their physically superior strength, they have managed to make women submit to their will.  Over the centuries, men have pleasured themselves by having women dress in the most revealing, and vulnerable types of clothing.  Through their physical power, they have been able to keep women in their place.  Well……The world is changing.  The photos today will show the evidence of the Changes that are happening.  So the Question is….Who is the Stronger Sex?  and who will inflict their will on who??

A Strong Woman

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A Pretty and Delicate Man


Determined Woman

Flexing #femalemuscle #musclegirl #fbb #femalebodybuilder #femalebodybuilding

A Man that knows how to attract a Strong Woman

Felina's Secret

A Woman showing off her “Guns”!

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A boy that knows how to show off his figure!

Stunning! ...like a girl

A Woman on a Mission


A man that knows how to look pretty for his Woman

She looks like she is daring a male to confront her!

A man that knows his Proper Place!


A young Woman that knows what the future holds!

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A young man that knows that the times are changing!


Woman are Motivated!

TIME TO EXERCISE - “I just can’t find the time to exercise, I’m so busy.’’ This is the common excuse of mo..

A man that knows that Woman are now in Charge!

Wicked Crossdressing

A Woman Enjoying her Superiority!

A man that is happy that their “Illusion” of strength is over!

Isn't he gorgeous

A young Woman that knows that more changes are coming!

This is the body I want to have for real!!

A man that knows that Resistance is Futile!

Sexiest Babes Crossdressing

And the following is a posting from PDQ on how some women are taking control.  More women need to take Deb’s approach!

from Sean


Dear Auntie Helga,

I am somewhat embarrassed to write to you after finding your email from Petticoat Quarterly Discipline yesterday on my girlfriend’s computer. Before I write about my situation please know I looked all over the internet for some idea of what my girlfriend wants of me. What I found was Discipline Quarterly had more information and was closer to explaining my own situation.

Here is what I mean. My girlfriend of 4 years pretty well runs our home life and has from the beginning. She also runs me like having a second mother and disciplines me like a mother. For example 2 years ago she was on my case over and over about leaving my underwear on the floor beside the bed. I know I should have picked them up and put them in the dirty wash. Well one day I came home to find all my underwear was gone. There was nothing in my drawer.

Deb came home with a bag of new underwear only they were all nylon panties in many colors. We had words but I ended up wearing them and I still wear panties every day. Life went on while I learned not to be lazy and with Deb keeping a close eye on me. It was not long after we were out and I made the mistake of commenting on a woman with large boobs. Okay I am a guy, I like large boobs.

A few days later Deb brought home a few bras and some large fake boobs telling me to wear them. I refused so sex stopped that day for 2 weeks when I finally gave in. Every day after that when I came home Deb handed me a bra and the fake boobs to put on while she watched. Auntie Helga did I feel stupid walking around the house with a pair of DDs on my chest? Yes I did and still do.

Deb bought me a couple of tank tops and tight sweaters to show off the fake boobs. It didn’t stop there with her insisting I wear a bra when we went out for coffee. The only savior was the drive thru and not inside a coffee shop or fast food location. Auntie Helga can you imagine me a guy walking in a coffee shop with a pair of DDs bulging through my jacket or in the summer without a jacket? The girls at the coffee shop can probably see my fake boobs which I try to hide when at the drive thru.

Deb pretends it is no big deal if someone sees my fake boobs making me pay for talking about the woman I first commented on which got me into this situation of wearing a bra. Deb bought me something each and every time I stepped out of line and if I refused to wear it she would either hit me with an old yard stick like my mother did years ago or cut me off of sex. So I am on my best behavior most of the time to avoid the beating and keep my sexual privileges.

The reason I am writing is I think Deb is going to make me a sissymaid. I thought BDSM but no and forced fem kind of but petticoating appears to be the direction Deb is taking. I don’t want to be a sissymaid, wear a sissy dress, have my penis in a chastity, wear women’s high heeled shoes or shave my legs. I don’t even want to wear a bra and panties but I have no choice with them. Deb is of Chinese descent but don’t let her size fool you about her ability to discipline me.

Auntie Helga should I ask Deb what her plans are or keep my mouth shut and hope it all goes away?


Thank you for your letter Sean. No need to be embarrassed, feel free to tell me anything. Of course your slovenly habits lead to your wearing panties and your fascination with breasts lead to your wearing a bra, do you see where this is going, she is reacting to your slovenly and misogynistic ways.

Now of course she has seen that you will cooperate by being petticoated its only natural she is going to take that to the next level. I suspect that if she in fact wants you to become her sissymaid, you will, you love her and want to make her happy. I also feel you should have a honest discussion with her and find out the facts.

Auntie Helga

The Future is Coming!

my first self made magazine cover

What used to be Radical, is the new Norm. Men are the weaker sex.

Starting them young…boys are so cute when doing ballet in leotards, tights, tutus and slippers!

EvansBalleriaBoys004 | by The Radical Feminist


The Year of The Dominant Woman?

As we start off 2018, I am posting a Letter from the latest version of Petticoat Discipline Quarterly.  This is just yet another example of how some women are taking control, and just how pretty and feminine husbands can be.  The question is, will there be more relationships like this in 2018?   If so, will more women step forward and feminize the males in their lives!  Time will tell!

girlsrule1990 — The future is Female

from Claire


Dear Helga,

This past December we were able to have a full office Christmas party as opposed to the little gathering last year at my house. So of course our favorite Mrs.Clause returned to duty, only this year with real breasts. Instead of recounting the office party to you from me or Brenda, I’m sending you a letter from our newest sales rep, I’ll call her “D”. She had won the services provided by Brenda for an extended weekend. I asked her to expand her original letter and asked if I may send it in to you. She was flattered. (Brenda’s recount of the weekend will be published next month, thus making a two part letter this time). It should have been sent a while ago but I’ve been a little behind in other things.


Dear Claire,

Sixty days ago, I had started drafting a letter to you vastly different than what you’re about to read. When the opportunity came for me to transfer into sales from finance, I was a bit unnerved as your staff has achieved a reputation unequaled throughout any branch. The company policy granting a year to return to prior position was the safety net that, sadly, I was considering for reasons outside the actual functions of the job.

According to you and my sales mentor, my numbers were fully within expectations, with my sales poised for growth. Something existed within most of the staff I couldn’t put my finger on, made me feel unaccepted in the ranks. The bits of conversation I’d walk in on that abruptly changed once I entered the room. A couple holiday weekends that were obvious get-togethers with some but ‘were nothing’ as I asked about them. Not even a whisper of what the event was. It may have been immature but I’ll admit to a bit of jealousy. I understood they’ve been together for years as a team, but the cold shoulders were haunting me. The Christmas party shed light on all of that.

You coming in with Mrs. Clause was without doubt the most humorous thing I’ve ever seen of any manager. Watching you play the role of Santa, with the bonus checks, year end ‘awards’ and such, just great fun. And Mrs. Clause tending our refreshments was divine. The first part of the party, I was a distance from her and did not recognize her as anyone within the department. Or within the company for that matter. A certain feature stood out beyond the attire. Her legs. My god those legs. But something wasn’t quite right.

As Penny walked near, I asked who she was. Her answer floored me as she said ‘He’s with Claire.’

Excuse me… ‘He’??

Instantly, I said ‘There’s no way anything with legs like that has a penis between them’, to which she said ‘I assure you, under that skirt is a penis. Completely non functioning due to hormones, atrophy and recent surgery. Call it a display only model. And when I say non functioning, I mean in 3 ways. Probably well encased under those pantyhose and it looks like a padded panty girdle tonight. The shape of his behind has always been lacking. May even have a corset-bra on but he’s been getting close to not needing shapewear lately.’

It was amazing to hear how much detail she seemed to know about him(?) however, with the tone of her voice, I couldn’t definitely say she’s putting me on.

I gave her the only reply I could muster: ‘No way’. Mulling over the detailed answer she just gave, I said to her ‘You sure have an intimate knowledge of him. If all of that is true…’

She added Oh it’s real. Sorry if it sounds like I’m showing off. Those legs you like have been in heels 5 days a week and in prescription pantyhose every day for over 4 years now. And the last 2 years on hormones and diet have put the shape in shapely. He started at about size 18. Now down to a 12. If he doesn’t make it to a 10 by valentines day, he goes to Cassie for a weekend.

Mulling over what she’d told me, I had to return to something: ‘Back to something else you said. What did you mean by ‘3 ways?’. The medical details were sad and extreme. What should have been a fairly well kept secret were fully explained to me. How many people know all this? And for his part, wouldn’t most men be depressed and somewhat recluse. Not this ‘guy’. And it seemed Penny knew all. Why?

In a hushed voice she said that if I was a bit open minded, come as her guest to the ‘after party party’. Looking at her to tell me more, she explained the serving permit is only good until 9pm. The party breaks up quickly when beverages are cut off, but a little get-together happens in the conference room. I wasn’t about to turn down a chance to get accepted to any social circle of hers. But what else would I be getting into? The bigger question was ‘Who else is coming to the after party party?’

As the night wore on, I struck up as many conversations as possible with Mrs. Clause, Brad. He was always attentive to my drinks, snacks and general comfort during the party. Not just to me, but to mostly women. When I looked closer at some things, the makeup and nails were perfectly done. But my eyes gravitated to those legs. Oh those terrific legs. Can you tell I’m envious? And to think his ‘girls’ were real, this wasn’t anything I’d ever been exposed to.

As I was able to take in closer looks, there are hints of male that proved Penny right. I noticed that compared to my fellow associates, I was the only one this distracted by him. It looked like old friendships when many of the staff talked with him. Even more specifically, it was the people I felt were shunning me. Also, the guys there seemed to avoid him as much as possible. It became time for the after party party and I’d taken note of who was in attendance. Were these also personal invites from Penny? It was the women that seemed to have their own little clique.

Mrs. Clause served us each a beverage and as I took one more close look, Penny said to me ‘Now you know who wears the bra in that household’. I’m sorry Claire, I had to look. Yes, his ‘girls’ were bigger.

At the private party, you know how it went and I looked so forward to having Brad provide me the pampering weekend come February. As I left the after party party, seeing your husband had changed clothes and was dressed as a maid and cleaning up from the party, my head was swimming. I stopped at the restroom before leaving. Entering the stall next to me was a familiar pair of feet. The toes were that of Mrs. Clause, and painted nicely I do say. The unmistakable sound of lingerie being pulled down and the tinkle told me that Penny knew in detail Brad had to sit to pee. Amazing. I let him get out before I went to my car.

I took a close look at the charm bracelet you handed me and tried to figure which charm belonged to who in the office. And what will I be adding to it? Another fleeting thought was ‘Don’t most companies have something like a softball team or perhaps winter volleyball? How long has this gone on?’

Your 3 ring binder with the title ‘proper care and many uses of a sissymaid’ provided much distraction during the drive home. I do thank you for the warning you gave me when handing it to me. Although your warning served more as a curiosity primer than a warning. Having it in the front seat next to me, I would glance at it several times on the way, thinking I’d take in a few pages before going to sleep. I set it on the counter with my keys, when the long day and adult beverages took their toll on me. I was fast asleep within minutes of getting out of my clothes, not even opening the binder.

The next morning I started with my usual jog, but the rain had me cutting it in half. I was soaked and cold by the time I got back to my place, dropping my clothes into the tub and donning a robe. After the coffee was made, I grabbed the book and started at page one.

Several cups later, I read the last page, looked at the clock and it was 1:30pm. I had consumed the best part of the day in that book. Many letters you and your husband had written and submitted to a web site mentioned. All of which I read more than once and spent considerable time on said site. The letters to you from some of MY WORK ASSOCIATES telling you the details of what they did with him seemed rather drastic. And another trend was they took place on every 3 day weekend the company observes. Is this the gatherings I felt left out of? Each letter had a picture that will stay on my mind for some time. Every one of them were from that group I couldn’t seem to fit in with. Now I knew the bond they shared among themselves.

I set the book on the couch and did the chores one does on the weekend, 5 hours later than normal. On my mind was if your husband was here now, it wouldn’t matter as he’d be doing my chores. I’d probably indulge in that book again.

A couple hours and finishing my laundry late, I did succumb to the book again and searched other web sites related to such. There was more than I could even hope to remember. And your voice asking me if I was sure I’d want to do this? It was my call. Any warning would fall short of my imagination. Many things I’d never heard of. Ball-boards and Figging and things I couldn’t dream up. Yet I was reading up on them as if there were to be a test. My conclusion was this guy likes wearing women’s clothing and my work associates like to take out aggression on him. It was the most distracted day I’ve ever had, yet the most conflicted too. Was I going to be able to do this? And do it to the level of the others?

Come Monday, I asked each one of the people named in the book how they felt about it, what they wish they’d done, or hadn’t for that matter. One answer gave me a bit of a reality check as she told me of the neighbors asking her about the drag queen maid knocking at her door. That must have been in the beginning because now, Brad wouldn’t be spotted as a drag queen.

Penny told me of losing her boyfriend due to him, but it sounded more like she used Brad to get rid of him. Recently losing my fianceé, I have no tight relationships that will be tested through this.

The best answer to me was from ******** saying ‘After the chores, the two of you go shopping. It’s like having a good female friend with you that will carry your bags and hold the door open for you. A gentleman in a dress. Conversation so good you’ll have to remind yourself it’s a guy.

In the weeks between the party and mid February, I had researched everything I could about sissy maids, petticoating, and other things I’d read in the binder. This girl from the mid-west was getting an education.

Not much in the way of courage enough to execute some of the treatments I read in the book, even though there’s been plenty of offers from the clique to help me out. The tight circle of associates has been opened to me. And to think the letter of resignation I was about to write, has turned into this. I’ll surely follow up with how the results of his training helps this July.

Thank you so much for trusting me with your sissy husband.

Thank you for your letter Claire, what a unique insight into how people react when presented with the opportunity to be served by an trained sissymaid such as your husband. A very positive and pleasurable experience for D as it would be for any strong confident woman.


Love His Nails and his pretty Makeup!

This is how a young man should look when his Breadwinner Wife comes home from a hard day’s work!

“ What a cutie. Good girl. She even has the nice pink plug on the night table.
Mistress Bambi.
The Nightly Nightie - Tuesday, January 2, 2018i’m going to skip the heels tonight. Last night’s experiment of sleeping in some...

Elimination of boys playing competitive sports, and being enrolled into Beauty Pageants, a New Trend in 2018?

Baseball Star Turned into Pageant Queen | http://truepetticoating.blogspot.com/ | Flickr

The New Look for Male Shoppers in 2018?


More Jobs for Men in 2018?

jenni-sissy: “MORE pretty captions for sissies! http://jenni-sissy.tumblr.com/archive ”

Great start getting men into skirts and stockings!  The Submissive male is quite a pretty sight when dressed appropriately!

THE LORD OUTFIT Bonsoir tout le monde . Me revoici avec un nouveau look, et oui c’est un british style à la manière des lords anglais un brin dandy style que j affectionne particulière…

Males can look so seductive when properly feminized!

Having Males dressed very feminine, but still showing their Maleness could be the New Trend in 2018!


Hello Sissy

Petticoated Boy

While the males are being feminized, and encouraged to be pretty and submissive, it is nice to see women, especially young women becoming Strong and Assertive!

Young biceps (20 years old girl)


Teen girl biceps (19 yo)

Strong teen girl abs (19 yo)

Great muscle development
20 years old girl


So who is wearing the pants and becoming the Stronger Sex in 2018?

Just how is Society Changing…Look at this posting from a Very Active Board on Male Feminization and Feale Empowerment.  It starts with the Female View, followed by a Male’s followup!

12-28-2017, 09:10 PM
(08-26-2016, 10:58 PM)
RadicalFeminist Wrote:
Yes boys are lucky to have smart empowered mothers who are no longer hung up on gender roles. Things are even better for girls where no one blinks and eye when girls play sports. Before long boys will be the cute ones in dresses happily playing with dolls while girls excel at being the sports stars.

OH RADICAL! Why do You belittle future male girls merely because we just are “happily playing with dolls”? Such feminine role-play shall be necessary teaching important male girl SEX ROLE LIFE SKILLS with their ‘kendra’ fashion and household action figure dressed in feminine gowns for parties, house or maids’ dress for husbette home chores and even occasional cheer-male skirt to show his girlish appreciation as BARB, SKIPPER and other Female dolls excel at sports just like Women in real life.


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An Exclusive for our Blog! Christine & Amy!!

In our posting for today, we have an exclusive story by two of our followers.  The story I will post is in Amy’s own words.  Amy was formerly known as Scott, and was born in 1990.  Their story is one of how the “New Age Lifestyle” is indeed developing for some people.  It shows that Gender Role Reversal and Female Empowerment is indeed happening, and the people involved are very happy and content.  Through the exchange of E-Mails, I have had the pleasure of corresponding with both Christine and Amy, and I must say that they are delightful people and I am Thankful that they have shared with me, and support the “New Age Lifestyle”.  Great Role Models for others!



Hi Patti,

Christine asked me to give you a short summary on how I got to where I am today. The stuff in my early life comes from what my Mother, sisters and friends have told me. So, here goes:

I was born in July, 1990 as Scott Joseph Wagner. My Father left my Mother and 2 older sisters, Sarah and Jennifer, when I was 2. Needless to say, I don’t remember him, though I did meet him once about 10 years ago. My Mother never dated and I didn’t have any male role models in my life.

Growing up, I idolized my sisters. They, and my Mom, were my role models. I don’t remember the first time I put on a dress. Sarah and Jennifer thought it was fun to dress me up and I became their younger sister. Mother had no problem with it and thought I looked cute.

It was no big deal for me to put on a dress. It seemed as normal as putting on a pair of jeans. There were a couple of times that Mother wanted to cut my hair and I had a fit. In fact, I think I cared more about my hair than my sisters did. One time, when I was 4, I asked my Mother to curl my hair for me. I loved it and kept my hair curly thereafter.

When I was 5, Jennifer (7) wanted to get her ears pierced before school started. If Jennifer was getting her ears pierced, then I wanted mine done too. Mother tried to talk me out of it but, I persisted. Soon I was wearing gold studs in my ear lobes.

By this time, my hair was almost half way down my back. Mother wanted to cut it before I started Kindergarten but I threw a fit. We ended up compromising by getting it cut to just below my shoulders. I wore a ponytail and I got some kidding by the other kids. But, I didn’t care.

Most of my friends, growing up, were girls, though I did play boys’ soccer and joined the Scouts. Most of the time I would be in my boy mode. But, I did enjoy becoming Amy, a name that was given to me by Sarah and stuck, when I was playing with my friends and/or sisters. When I was Amy, I was constantly being corrected if I acted like a boy at all.

By the time I was 10, I could subconsciously switch between boy and girl mode without even thinking. On many weekends, and some of our family vacations, I would be Amy fulltime. Mother never discouraged me about being in boy mode. But it seemed strange that almost every time I wanted to do boyish things, Mother and/or my sisters would have me do something more fun as Amy.

When I was 12, I spent the whole summer as Amy. I had wanted to go to the Boy Scout camp and my family was going to visit my Aunt and cousins in Hawaii for the summer. Hawaii sounded more fun than Boy Scout Camp. My sisters thought it would be great if I spent the whole time as Amy. My Aunt and cousins had already met and loved Amy. So, I said okay.

To prep for the summer, I shaved my legs and pits, got my eyebrows done, got my hair cut into a very feminine layered cut with side bangs. I kept getting my sister’s hand me downs so I had plenty of clothes. But Mother took me, in my girl clothes to buy bras, panties, swim suits and shoes. She wanted me to feel the experience of shopping as a girl with her Mother. But, this wasn’t the first time I went shopping as Amy. My sisters used to “drag” me to the Mall.

It was a great summer and one lasting effect it had on me. I hated having hair on my body and have kept it hairless since. I started swimming in school which was a good excuse for keeping hairless. Also, it helped me keep a slim swimmer’s body.

Most everyone assumed that I was gay. Entering High School, I had no boy friends but plenty of girlfriends. I was invited plenty of all girl parties because they looked me as one of them. When Sarah and Jennifer had slumber parties, I was invited to attend as Amy. It was there that I developed an interest in doing hair. The girls did my hair and I learned to do theirs.

It was at one of these parties that I got my first set of hair highlights. I was 15 and Jennifer said that I was in serious need of highlights. I sat in a chair and they put a cap over my head. They took turns pulling little strands of hair through the cap using a hook. They put bleach on my hair and a plastic cap over my head. Half an hour later my hair was rinsed and the cap was removed. They washed my hair again and rolled my hair on rollers. I ended up sleeping in the rollers and it was the next morning before I actually saw the results. I loved the way my hair looked and haven’t seen my natural hair color since.

I am not sure why but, I stopped wearing earrings when I was 11. My holes closed and when I was 15 I had them redone.

During High School, I dated several different girls. They all were very strong Dominant girls. They all liked me looking the part of the Feminized male. It became normal for me to dress and act this way. I was constantly being corrected if I did anything remotely masculine. This started with my Mother and sisters and now were my girlfriends too.

I hated having to shave my face. For my 17th birthday, my Mother arraigned sessions of laser and electrolysis for me. It took almost a year but, I haven’t had to shave since. I started wearing subtle, and sometimes not so subtle, makeup. My eyebrows were trimmed and shaped. My choice of earrings were small hoops. I kept my hair highlighted and cut in a layered unisex cut, think of Carl in the “Walking Dead”. I wore tight pants and loose shirts, both very unisex. I had many pairs of boots with heels that I loved to wear.

After high school, I decided to go to Cosmetology school. My first day, I showed up dressed as a feminine male. Of course, everyone assumed that I was another gay student. I made several new girlfriends there.

But it was Christine that got my attention. She was beautiful, older and had a Dominant demeanor about her. A week after I started school, she asked me out to lunch. We hit it off and started dating.

It wasn’t long before she stated wanting me to make changes. I was still wearing men’s briefs. I put on a pair of my tight pants and you could see the lines of my briefs. Christine simply handed me a thong saying that it will look better under those pants. That was the last time I wore men’s underwear. It wasn’t long before I was wearing a bra fulltime too. She started experimenting with less subtle and more dramatic make up. When we were practicing doing mani/pedis, I ended up with red finger and toenails.

After about 4 months of dating, one morning she laid out a dress and a skirt blouse set. She said that the choice was mine but, I had to wear one of them to school. I chose the skirt and blouse. I caused a stir when I came to class but, most thought it looked cute. From that day on, I didn’t present myself as a feminine man any longer.

6 months after we met, Christine asked me to marry her. She put a couple of conditions on it. I had to start transitioning (including HRT), I had to get rid of all of my boy clothes and stuff, I had to take her last name and I was to wear a bridal gown when we got married. I thought about it for 30 seconds, I didn’t want to think I was easy, took a couple of garbage bags and filled them with all of my boy clothes and stuff. We were married 6 months later, with me wearing a long flowing off the shoulder white gown and Christine wearing a white tuxedo.

Later that week, we were at the Dark Garden coreset shop, in San Francisco, with me getting measured and fitted for several custom waist training corsets. When they arrived, for the next year and a half I was wearing one of the corsets 23/7. I went from a 32” waist to a 27” waist. Now I wear on a couple of times a week.

Christine finished school, got her license and started working for Loreal. She had several months training with Loreal before she started to demonstrate for them. When she finished with them, I had finished school and got my license. Christine’s job required her to do lots of overnight traveling. She made arraignments for me to go with her and assist her.

Christine, used to be a psychologist who helped trans kids. She contacted one of her former colleagues, made arrangements for me to meet her and I got my letter to start HRT. About 3 months after I started, I had a reaction to the Spirolactone that I was taking and the Dr. took me off it. I felt better but the estrogen couldn’t really do its job and after almost a year, total, I couldn’t see much of a change. The Dr. didn’t want to increase my estrogen because, of other potential problems. One option I was given was to have an orchiectomy.

The positives would be that I would start seeing faster feminization with less estrogen. On the downside, if there is one, was that it was irreversible. I chose to have it done. It was like a flood gate opened and I started seeing changes almost immediately. 6 month later, I was a full A cup and after a year I was a full B. My penis, which wasn’t that big to start with, shrunk to about 2” which made it very easy to tuck away when I was wearing a bathing suit. 2 years after my Orchiectomy, I had achieved a very feminine body. But, Christine thought I would look better it I had implants and now I am a full C cup.

After a couple of years traveling for her job, Christine got tired of it and went to work in one of the high-end salons here. After a year, she was booked out 4 weeks in advanced. I went to work at a Sam’s Fantastic hair. She decided that with both of us working, nothing got done at home. So, I quit my job and became a stay at home house wife.

After we had been married for 5 years, Christine thought I needed to find out what it was like to be with a man. She knew a very weak man, with large hands. She introduced Roger into our relationship. With my help, he was soon a cuckold servicing both of us and becoming feminized. What I didn’t know at the time was that she was building me up to a Superior woman, to a man anyway.

2 years ago, Christine told me that I had become every bit the woman that she thought I could be. She said it was time for me to try my own wings and she wanted a divorce. It was strange, I should have been devastated but, I wasn’t. I knew she was right. We were best friends and have kept close. This last summer I started dating this butch woman. Pat was great, we had fun but, I couldn’t stop thinking about Christine.

In September we went out for coffee and talked. She missed me as much as I missed her. We ended up getting remarried in October. I had been doing hair but now, I am back to being a housewife. Roger is no longer in the picture so it is just the two of us. We are talking about getting a surrogate to carry a baby for us. We would use one of Christine’s eggs and my stored sperm. We both want children. If possible, I will have my hormone regime changed to mimic a pregnant woman, wear padding like I was pregnant and hopefully be able to breast feed our baby.

There is zero male in me right now. Christine has asked me if I wanted to have my SRS. I told her that I am happy the way I am, for right now. It’s been years since I have been mistaken for a man. Emotionally I am 100% woman but, seeing my little penis puts it into perspective for me. It reminds me that I will never be 100% female, women will always be superior to me but, I feel superior to men.

I hope this gives you a better idea of who I have become.



YES, to those who have asked…This is “REAL”!!   More and more men and boys want to be Feminine, while more and more Women want to be assertive and In Control!



The World that is being Created!

Today’s posting is just an observation of what is going on in today’s world.  The culture is surely changing, we are seeing more and more feminization of men and boys.  However, the question remains focused on the women and girls, are they going to embrace Male Femininity?  What I mean by that is this, the way the world works is by “Power”, that reality will not change.  I will reference my good friend Chris, The Radical Feminist, because she really does make this point strongly.  There will be a “vacuum” of Power if men and boys are feminized, they once holding the power, that does not go away.  Are women ready to Take that Power?  If males are weak and feminine, they will no longer be able to protect the Society, therefore, if women are not stepping up, where does that leave the society?  Not all men are going to be weak and docile, there will be macho men that will not only subdue women and girls, but they will also subdue the feminized males, and probably in many cases inflict even more violence on them because of a sense of betrayal to the “Traditional Male Values”.   So as I make this posting, and many of our blog followers will love the photos of the various males in pretty clothing and makeup, keep in  mind that for this to become widespread, as many feminine men would want to see, there also has to be a counter-balance to make this a common reality.

Here is a posting from PennySue about her family.  Keep in mind, she was there with them providing support and “cover”.  As you can also tell from her postings the love she had for her family.  As some of you might be aware, PennySue was killed in a car accident in 2007.  I have lost touch with any of her family, but I often wonder how they are making out without her.

Posted in Dress or a skirt as punishment on 2004-12-30 04:18:35
Doris, Many males can be made to dress this way and many actually love it. Young boys love soft silky nighties and soft panties and will not want to go back to the dull male stuff. Also many older males would like to give it a try but are just to afraid to get it started. suggest to your husband or Boyfriend that he try some panties or such and see what happens. he might suprise you, many would like to try it, but it may be necessary to suggest it more than just once. many a male would like for his mate to control him in some way and this is a great way to try it out. feminization of males leads to a greater outlook on the relationship and a much better understanding between the sexes. Try it, please, if you do not give it a try, you will probably regreat it later. My husband loves it and he now has the total look of a beautifull blonde women, he can pass for one anywhere and no one would suspect any difference. My three sons now look like 3 pretty little girls and we all get along just great. I have also helped mothers use it on their sons who were giving them trouble and always causing problems. You take a young boy 7- 13 or so, let him grow his hair out some and give him a girl makeover, you will be surprised my his total change in attitude and behavior. Some need to be started off slowly but it usually works. It gives many of them a total fresh start at things, that may have been causing them problems in their previous lifestyle and many do all right with feminization. I believe it is the way of the future. Plus many boys and young males actually make better looking girls then many real girls do. there really are a lot more of them out there then you realize.

Posted in Is it okay for men to wear nightshirts?? on 2004-12-30 03:56:34
My husband wears a silky nightie and panties to bed every night, we both love it and my sons also wear nightgowns to bed. The little boys love the soft frilly silky nighties and panties that they wear. More women should buy their husbands a nice conservative nightgown and see what happens, many would like it, once tried. Try it, they probably will like it if you suggest it and stick with it, many might need to be encouraged to try it, but will like the idea once they get over the initial shock. My husband loves to be feminate and it is really great.




More Evidence of Positive Change!

Today was a really Good day.  Was out doing some Christmas shopping, and had to stop in at Ulta.  What I saw was so Delightful!   I was waited on by a very pretty young man.  The Best part of all this is that he was presenting as a Feminine man.  His name was Brian.  He was fully made up, foundation, blush, eye liner, mascara and lipstick.  He was wearing earrings.  His hair was a feminine but “mannish” style.  His long nails were polished a very glossy Clear.  He was wearing leggings with a long sweater which made it look like he was wearing a dress.  And he was wearing women’s low rise boots.  What a Pretty man, working in a Makeup store!   This is the future we’ve been waiting for.  I hope more boys will start working in makeup stores and dressing appropriately!  What was also quite obvious, he was not being “Forced”, he was just expressing his Femininity!

So the Future For Men and Boys is looking something like this:


In Contrast, here is an article about the first High School Female Football Championship in Utah!

Your inaugural girls football state champions: Herriman Mustangs
Jun 22, 2017 09:50AM ● Published by Greg James

The girls football team for Herriman High School gets ready for its state championship contest. (Greg James/City Journals)

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By Greg James |  gregj@mycityjournals.com

The state of Utah has its first-ever high school girls football state champion.

On May 27, the Herriman Mustangs completed a 14-0 victory over Bingham to capture the state title. The Utah Girls Tackle Football League also crowned champions in its junior high division and fifth- and sixth-grade divisions. In both younger divisions Canyons area teams defeated West Jordan.

“We have 210 girls signed up this season,” league President Crystal Sacco said. “We more than doubled our numbers. The first year we only had about 60. Our volunteers talked it up and we recruited. The league is still learning, and we have had some things to change, but it has been so successful.”

The UGTFL high school division included teams from West Jordan/Copper Hills, Riverton, Canyons, West Granite, Herriman and Bingham.

In the championship game, Herriman dominated offensively, moving the ball down the field with relative ease, but Bingham came up with key stops when it needed to. Despite its tenacious defense, the Miners were unable to stop the Mustang tailback Sam Gordon when it counted. She followed the blocking of an offensive line made up of three sisters; Kalo, Laso and Vea Latu.

“It is my first time to play,” Herriman senior Laso Latu said. “I love my team and how they give me confidence.”.

Herriman scored two first-half touchdowns. Gordon scampered 25 yards for the first score and later followed a block on the left side for a 6-yard score. The Mustangs held on for a victory.

“It feels fantastic to be the first-ever state champion,” Mustangs head coach Brent Gordon said. “We had a really talented group of girls. We started out teaching fundamentals, and the girls from day one were making the big hits and good blocks. It was our strategy to follow those big blockers. The whole season they were solid.”

The league leadership realizes this is new to most players. They decided early on to make the league more basic.

“Unlike the boys teams that practice six days a week for hours each day, we only do two hours twice a week,” Brent Gordon said. “We try to keep it simple. Football provides opportunity for all the girls. Skill players can play and so can bigger girls that can shine. It gives self-confidence for all of the girls.”

Many girls have had the opportunity to compete against the boys, but Sacco said as the boys get older they become naturally stronger.

“This league gives the girls a chance to play,” Sacco said. “Some of these girls are tough. I do not think they realize it until they get the chance.”

League officials plan to expand the league. Sacco said next year they intend on opening teams in other areas. They have a connection with local women’s professional teams like the Falconz and Blitz. With sponsorship money, the league has given opportunities to girls who could not afford to play.

“The league as a whole is young,” Brent Gordon said. “It started three years ago, and those fifth- and sixth-graders then are now heading into high school now. I have parents tell me they are football families and all of the boys play. Now the girls are not left out. Brothers are cheering and teaching the game to their sisters. At the dinner table they can break it down, and the girl’s status in her family has elevated.”

Girls and boys have joined forces on a Gatineau high school football field, the first in the region to have an organized coed team.
Hormisdas-Gamelin Secondary School’s Tigers football team have been league champions for the past four years, but head coach Michel Roy says they can do even better. And to do that they need to draw from the school’s entire pool of talented athletes.
“We decided to really shift this year. We’ve always been innovators in the way we work, so this year I wanted to go get the best athletes. We have 1,400 students at our school and half are boys. So instead of picking from 700 boys, we have 1,400 kids to pick (from),” said Roy, who has invited girls to play in past years on a casual basis, but this is the first season he has actively recruited and trained girls.
Contact football is traditionally a male sport,  and the leagues the Tigers will be competing against from the Outaouais and Montreal area are predominantly male. But with new concussion rules and protocols that include a safer approach to tackles, the dynamics of the game have changed, Roy says, and it’s important to evolve with the sport.
He says female players tend to have good speed and dexterity and be technically stronger and more mature than some of their male counterparts, not to mention they have the motivation and drive to show they belong on the team.

“It’s a speed and strength sport, but it’s become very technical because of many rule changes, so we have to innovate … we have specific (defensive) positions that are really well suited for the girls’ abilities.”


Crystel Monette participates in spring training at Hormisdas-Gamelin High School in Buckingham, QC, on April 27, 2017. The football team is now inviting girls to play full contact football with the boys. (David Kawai) David Kawai / Postmedia
Laurie-Ange Clément, 15, grew up watching the football on television, started playing a year ago, and tried out for the team when one of her friends convinced her to attend this year’s training session. Now, with pre-season camps underway, Clément trains on the defensive end, honing her speed, strength, and blocking skills. One of the three senior female recruits, she’s not afraid to elbow her way through aggressive plays. In fact, it’s what she loves about the game.
“I love football because I love (the) adrenalin before and during the game. I also love the contact and tactics,” said Clément, who, despite suffering a slight concussion while practising last year, was determined to play on because her fear of “never playing football” trumped her concern over potential future injuries.
“My father at first did not agree because he did not want me to hurt myself because football is a very dangerous sport, but my mother was very much in agreement and encouraged me from the beginning.”
The girls also have the support of their teammates. Quarterback Charles Turcot, 16, has played on the team for four years, says the guys are used to playing with girls given some have been subbing in over the past few years.
“It’s been great, but when (girls) first came on the team we were like, ‘Wow some girls want to play a man’s sport.’ But when we see everybody on the field, it’s just like a big family,” said Turcot. “When we put them in their position, we just tell them what they need to do and when they do it, it’s just like they were born to do it. Those girls are athletes.”
Have there been challenges? Yes but, Roy stresses, mostly because with change comes adjustment.

(L-R) Coach Michel Roy, Anthony Collette, Crystel Monette, Vincent Deloge, Emanuel Brochue and Laurie-Ange Clément strike a pose after spring training at Hormisdas-Gamelin High School in Buckingham, QC, on April 27, 2017. The football team is now inviting girls to play full contact football with the boys. (David Kawai) David Kawai / Postmedia
“Any change you do — especially a dramatic change like bringing girls or women in football — is a huge change because it’s an old boys’ club, right? And so growing pains — we know there’s going to be some, but we are going to work with the players themselves. We are learning things right off the top, but we have a really good training program and we want to make sure we recruit well and keep them. There are seven positions in football, and we are trying to find the right fit for the right person.”
The girls have their own locker rooms, but when they’re in the game it’s an even playing field. They wear the same uniforms, although the girls’ helmets and shoulder pads require slight adjustments.
Roy says all players are coached based on their roles, and with equal treatment comes equal demands.
“They don’t get special treatment because they’re girls,” said Roy. “We want to treat them equally. Are they going to be coached a little differently? You have to, like most of the players on our team, most positions on our team. We are not doing any favours. We just want to make sure that we give them the right support they need, and they are guiding us through the whole process

Not only are more women than ever playing Football, more and more are opting out of dresses and skirts, and adopting “masculine” dress codes!

For Women that have been abused by men, or have had a domineering father that enforced male dominance, it must be quite satisfying seeing men in skirts and dresses and being the submissive ones!




Yes…It is happening!

I receive a good amount of E-Mails asking if the postings on my blog are “Real”!   Well, I do my best to try to confirm the postings, and the photos are surely Real.  So, the answer is YES, Male Feminization and Female Empowerment is indeed happening.  Is it common yet, No, that will be up tp the Strong Women, IF that is what they want.  Males that are being feminized are pretty mush helpless to stop it, if that is what the woman wants, it will indeed happen.  Today’s posting will reflect on that Fact:

This is a post from a similar Blog, Toni has been feminized by his wife….is it not Delightful?

Toni says:
17th November 2017 at 9:13 pm
My wife has used hormones and breast enlargement crème on my breast for over two years now. i went from being flat chested to being a 36C – D cup breast size. She also used nipple stretchers on my small nipples. They now protrude over 1 inch in length but the do droop a little. During my yearly check up my family doctor said i have may have gynecomastia and questioned me if I was bothered by it at all. I stated that I didn’t realize anything wrong and just felt it was from getting older and less in shape. He stated that most men would be bothered by it. I repeated I wasn’t and a few times my wife stated I needed a bra and laughed. But truly my breast are very noticeable especially in the summer when wearing a T-shirt and my nipples are always noticeable. I have had stares and comments made by strangers, friends and relatives. If they only knew this was done on purpose by my wife who wants me as feminized as possible. I am also hairless and shaved in my pubic area. All that is left is a small triangle above my small male clit. The hormones have shrunk my penis from a normal male size to a very small size about 2 1/2 inches. Erect its about 3 1/2 inches now. During sex with my wife I wear a strap on to please her. Having breast and being a male is humiliating at times especially when we are on vacation at the beach or a hotel pool. The stares I get are very humiliating. Believe it or not most comments are made by females. BTW when dressed I usually wear a bra and in the summer the straps are very noticeable under my T-shirts. My wife loves the embarrassment and humiliation that I am put through. She started feminizing and taking control of me when she realized how much I stared at large breasted females and that bothered her a lot. My wife is a 34B and I am now larger then she is. And she always says to me “How do you feel being stared at all the time like you use to stare at those large breasted woman”? I just lower my head and say I understand how those women must have felt being stared at all the time.



Here is a posting from a UK mother.  More and more mothers are now encouraging their sons to wear skirts and dresses, and notice the number of girls that turned to wearing pants!

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Date Posted: 11/27/17 Mon 22:38

May be some of you are as lucky as I am and live near a school in the UK which has adopted the “genderless” school uniform concept.
The elementary school of my son has done so and now the boys are allowed to wear the skirt / dress uniform and the girls can wear pants as part of their uniform.
First I didn’t think much about these uniform changes, then in summer I talked to my sister whose daughter asked to be allowed to wear pants to school. My sister got the uniform pants for my niece, she told me that her daughter would probably never wear a skirt to school again. As we were talking my sister asked me if my son would ever wear a skirt uniform to school. I told her “no” as I just couldn’t picture him in skirts. He’s such a wild boy, always busy with boy’s stuff.
A couple of weeks later a friend of mine told me that she was going to send her son in the skirt uniform to school. I was really surprised and asked her for the reason of her decision. She told me that her son was a little wild rowdy and she thinks that having to wear the girl’s uniform would calm him down and probably make him a better student. I didn’t think much more about my friend’s decision until one day during summer break when I witnessed how disrespectful my little son was treating girls who were playing in our yard. He and his friends teased and bullied them to the point that they started to cry and ran away. The boys were so proud about their “achievement” and at that time the thoughts of my friend came back to my mind.
I decided that her idea was may be to that bad at all. I didn’t have the money to get new uniforms for my son but then I remembered that my niece who was on class ahead of my son was going to wear pants to school with the start of the new school year. I called my sister and asked her if I could have some of my nieces school uniform skirts and dresses. My sister was surprised when I told her about the son of my friend and that I was going to do the same with my son. She agreed to let me have the skirts and dresses and a day later I picked them up.
When my son came home in the evening, I had him take a shower and told him to wait in his room only in underwear. He did as told.
Then I informed my son about his future school uniform. His first reaction was “no way”. I told him to look inside his wardrobe. He did and his face turned dark-red when he realized that I had replaced all his school pants with skirts and dresses from his cousin. I told him to try on the first dress which he first denied but with a little “convincing” of my side, he finally put on the dress. To my surprise it fit quite well. Then I had him try the blouses and the skirts, everything fit him well. He didn’t say a word, but I sensed that he was very unhappy. While we were trying on the uniforms, my sister called and offered to let us have some of my nieces girl’s shoes to go with the uniform and I told her how happy I was for her support. Then I gave the phone to my son and told him to thank his aunt and his cousin for the uniforms. A hilarious moment watching him thanking his aunt for the skirt he was wearing.
The next days my son tried to talk me out of the idea of him wearing skirts to school. He argued that everybody would laugh at him and that he would be the only boy changing to the girl’s uniform, etc., etc. I told him the decision was final and that I had already informed the school about his uniform change. The more he protested, the more I liked the idea of him attending school in the girl’s uniform.
The first school day after the summer holidays came and after he had taken his shower I helped my son into his uniform. As it was quite cool and rainy on that day, I had him wear green tights with his red, green and white kilted skirt. After he was completely dressed I had him put on black girl’s flat shoes. Then I positioned him in front of our mirror in the hallway and asked him if it was really so bad. He said it was even worse and that he would be bullied by everyone now. He looked so cute in my nieces uniform, it was unbelievable. For that first day, I personally took him to school. We had to walk for about 15 minutes and on the way other students of the school joined us. Of course they were very surprised to see my son in skirt and tights instead of pants and he tried to explain that it was all my “fault” that he was wearing the girl’s uniform. Some boys giggled, most of the girls told him how brave he was and that they liked his new look. In front of the school I met my friend and her son who was also wearing the girl’s uniform. The boys just looked at each other, but then just stood there silently.
When the principal welcomed the students for the new school year she also talked about the uniform changes and said that 5 boys of the school were now wearing the skirt uniform while 29 girls had decided to change to pants. “See, I told you, you are not the only one!” I said to my son who just answered: “I hate the skirt and I hate these tights.” I told him to get used to them as that was what he was wearing every day from now on.
After the welcoming the students went back to their classes and I went home. In the afternoon I picked up my son and asked him how it was. In his class he really is the only boy who has changed into the skirt uniform. The other boys had made fun of them first but then were told to better shut up by the teachers. The girls had been quite friendly to my skirted boy.
When we arrived home he wanted to change into boy’s clothes immediately. I told him that he needed training wearing girl’s clothes and took him to his room. I allowed him to take off the school blouse and the kilted skirt. I told him to keep on the tights and then put him into a short jeans dress which I had gotten for him. He loudly protested but I told him that this was the dress of the day. “I can’t go out and play wearing this!” he cried, “how can I play soccer with the other boys in a stupid dress and tights?” I told him that he could play something else, but the dress was mandatory and to quit whining. When some of the boys wanted to pick him up to play he opted to stay inside. I told the boys he was not feeling well. A little later my sister and my niece came by and when they saw my son in his dress, they were surprised. My niece smiled and told him that his dress was “cute” and his face again turned dark-red. The worst for him was that my little niece was wearing pants. My sister asked how his first day in school was and he whispered “okay”. My niece told us that she saw him during recess and that my son and two of the other boys in skirts had just stood around in corners not doing much. “I can’t do much in a skirt” my son yelled. “This is stupid!”
Over the next days my son calmed down and I even didn’t have to help him into his uniform. My niece had taught him how to carefully put on tights and he now was even able to zip up his skirt in the back. As long as it was cool and rainy, I had him wear the tights. Then the summer weather came back and I thought it was too warm for tights. Instead I had him wear white ankle socks – and I gave him white girl’s panties (I called them “gender neutral” underwear) to wear under the skirt. Of course he protested again but again I did not leave him any other option. So he marched to school wearing girl’s panties. He carefully observed his skirt not flying up as he was afraid any of the boys would see his underwear. But in class he obviously didn’t concentrate on keeping his legs together and some of the other kids saw his panties. After a bit of teasing, things calmed down and the other kids were not interested in his underwear anymore. Things cooled down surprisingly quick. I had expected much more teasing, more bullying, but after about two weeks, the uniform was not a subject anymore. The kids accepted my son in the girl’s uniform quite fast. Of course this helped my son to relax and after a while he went to school as normal as he did last year, with the only difference that this year he is wearing the girl’s uniform.
By now, I have him wear white or blue tights with his uniform and I still have him wear skirts and dresses outside of school which he still doesn’t enjoy too much. But I also let him wear his regular boy’s clothes from time to time too. I made it a point that on Sundays he will always wear a nice dress or skirt with nice tights. On weekdays I decide from day to day if he can wear pants after school – or not.
In the meantime, two more boys wear the kilted skirt uniform to school occasionally, one of them attends the same class as my son. While this boy wears both, pants and skirts, I stayed with my decision that my son will only wear the skirt uniform. I just ordered more skirts for the next school year.
I am sure that more boys will try the girl’s uniform in the near future. One of my son’s friends was visiting my son and I overheard him asking my son about wearing the girl’s uniform. My son’s friend asked how it feels to wear tights and a skirt. My son didn’t answer the questions but told his friend to try it out himself. His friend wanted to know if my son would rather wear pants again and my son actually said that “he didn’t care”. Of course he only said this because he knows that he’ll be stuck with the skirt uniform and didn’t want to tell this to his friend. But I can also say that there are no more protests about the uniform or the girl’s clothes I have him wearing outside school. Not even on last Sunday, when I had him wear a red velvet dress with lace and white laced tights for the first time. Dressed like this he looked like boy from the early 20th century! So nice!!
Two more – very – important changes are my son’s achievements in school (which have significantly improved!) and his behaviour towards other girls. He quit the bullying and treats them with far more respect. Very often girl’s from his class visit him at our house now, they do homework together, they play together, etc. Even if he is wearing a skirt or dress and the girls wear pants, he doesn’t mind anymore. During his first days in skirts and dresses, the worst thing that could happen to him was having to be with girls wearing pants. He was always so embarrassed then. Not anymore. And the girls like my son a lot more since the start of this school year.
There has been a lot of criticism about my decision within my family an from other people. Boys should not wear girls clothes, my son would develop into a homosexual, etc., etc.,
But I think changing his uniform and part of his wardrobe was a real great idea and we all benefit from it. That’s why he will remain in skirts and dresses for a long time!

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Date Posted: 11/21/17 Tue 22:49

I love your stories.
My mommy over-ruled my father and disallowed me playing team-sports in the 80’s, and had me take figure-skating when I was about 8. It was a small class and they told me while I could wear boy-colors, I still had to practice while wearing the tan-color tights the little girls wore, and a blue leotard with very short shorts over the tights.
I didn’t get teased, which made me start really liking my outfit.
Mommy decided tights were good for a kid like me, and so they became normal for me to wear all winter, and even in summer under shorts sometimes.
I loved being her special boy, and my father learned to leave me to it. Mommy would make him real sad somehow if he fought it. So, he didn’t even raise a fuss when she had me in a ballet class by before my 10th birthday.
I went to a small private Montessori school and so I still didn’t get teased much, just a little bit by cousins and such.
Besides, I had all girl-friends by then, except for two boys, who were also raised “special” by their single-parent mother. I met them in ballet, and it was them that got the idea of dressing as girls one day.
We borrowed the very light-pink leotards and sheer tights they ballerina-girls wore and just dressed that way one afternoon at class.
Nobody minded! We were kinda surprised when they just had us stay dressed that way.
The two boys came to class the next time wearing pink, encouraged by their mommy, to dress like the girls, and they made me ask MY mommy to join them. And that’s how our dance class became all-girl!