My alarm went at 5 am and I looked across at my beautiful wife sleeping soundly. I could see a slight glimpse of the top of her breast as her nightie had slipped a little. The thought of trying to wake her and seeing if I could tempt her with some love making crossed my mind but I remembered the two baskets of ironing Mother expected me to have completed before breakfast and decided it was more prudent to do my duty. I jumped out of bed and then I slaved away in the laundry for the next 90 minutes and still had only ironed one basket load. Mother has so many damned pleated skirts to iron and they took me forever! At 6:30 I began making the breakfast. Mother wanted the full hot breakfast, sausages, eggs, toast, bacon, fruit and yoghurt, freshly squeezed juice and coffee from our coffee machine. I managed to have it all plated up and on the table just in time. The ladies both arrived in the dining room together. Mothers first words were,

“Did you finish the ironing Georgie like I told you.”

“No Mother, it is taking longer than I hoped.”

“There will be a punishment for that. I expect you to work quickly as well as thoroughly. You will be rising early every morning until it is completed understand?”

“Yes Mother.”

Brenda then said to Mother,

“I still have quite a bit of packing to do Mother, do you mind if I miss Church this Sunday, I will start going again when I return form my trip.”

“Certainly darling, with the lack of help you have been getting from Georgie is it no wonder you are still not ready. I will take Georgie to church, you stay behind and finish your packing and then we will take you to the airport after church. Now Georgie, you have a shower and then go to my room, I have laid out what you will be wearing to church. Then if there is time you may have a slice of toast and a glass of water before we go to church.”

I was quite hungry as I had been working hard all morning and cooking the bacon had only added to the hunger pains. I tried to hide my resentment that I only got toast and water. After showering I went into Mothers room and nearly died when I saw the clothes that she had laid out for me. There were a white padded panty girdle with clips for white stockings, white panties and bra. There was a white blouse with a peter pan collar. It looked like it was part of a girls school uniform. While not too over the top, anyone with more than a cursory look would realise it wasn’t a man’s shirt.

To go with this was a pair of black high waisted trousers without pockets and a side zipper. They were plain black but very obviously ladies pants, over the padded panty girdle gave my bottom had a very effeminate look about it

While these clothes were not as feminine as a dress or skirts they still were plainly in a feminine style and made me feel very self conscious. There was also a navy jacket, without collar and also cut in a feminine style. It was one thing being forced to dress up at home but to wear this out made me cringe with fear and embarrassment. To top it off the shoes were black mary jane shoes, they were low heeled which was one thing to be grateful for but still had a feminine style. I came back to the kitchen and was greeted by Mothers words,

“Come and give us a look at you?”

Mother looked me over very seriously,

“Turn around Georgie”

 and then she broke into a big smile.

“Oh Darling, you look absolutely adorable in that outfit.”

After all I had been through I suddenly felt awash with maternal love. I surprised myself and actually felt proud, for once I had pleased Mother and she appreciated it. It was the lift I needed. I was brought back to reality quick smart when I looked over at Brenda.

Brenda was fighting back a laugh. I knew she was laughing at me. After tasting the joy and pride of Mothers approval I once more felt ridiculous dressed in such a fashion and seeing Brenda cover her mouth and obviously fight back the laugh made me feel even more worried about having to go out dressed like this. Mother however saw my attire as totally appropriate and walking over to me and pinching my face lightly in a playful way said,

“Now my little darling, this is your Sunday bests from now on. I expect to be greeted every Sunday morning dressed like that understand?’

“Yes Mother,” I meekly replied.

“I expect those shoes polished every Saturday night understand”

Yes Mother.”

Every time she asked “Understand?” I felt more and more submissive. I passively  swallowed my last drops of male pride with every meek “Yes Mother” that I replied with.

Brenda finally managed to control herself and added.

“I think it looks cute  Georgie, perfect for church.”

Then Mother said,

“Come now we best be off, we don’t want to be late, there’s not time to cook your toast, just  fill your water bottle Georgie.”

I felt like crying! I didn’t even get a chance for my toast. Brenda then said,

“Have this instead Georgie.”

 Brenda gave me a slice of grapefruit. Brenda  knew I hated grapefruit, she often tried to get me to eat it extolling the health virtues of grapefruit for breakfast. I had tried it once and could not stand the bitterness. Since then I had always declined. She took this opportunity, with Mother standing over me to offer me a slice before we left. Even though I was hungry, having made the ladies a cooked breakfast and having none myself, I did not want to eat the grapefruit.

“No thanks Brenda.” I must given a look on my face showing resentment at Brenda for offering what she knew I hated. Mother exploded!

“WIPE THAT LOOK OF YOUR FACE NOW!” she yelled at me!

“You think you could show your wife a little gratitude for offering you anything at all! “

Brenda chipped in,

“And it is so good for his health Mother. I have been trying to get him to eat it for years now.”

“Eat it up now!” said Mother loudly and strongly.


"And don't you dare disobey my daughter again if she tells you to do something!"

I bit into the grapefruit, it seemed especially sour, my face recoiled with the bitterness but I just had to force it down. I hated it.

“From now on your breakfast will include one whole grapefruit understand. You will be a good girl and eat all of what is given  without complaining or I will have to get the castor oil out?” Mother barked!

“No Mother”

“Sissy maids should always have an attitude of gratitude Georgie! Or else face some attitude adjustment lessons with my strap!”

“Yes Mother.”

“You have to curb that willful streak and accept that Mother knows best Georgie.”

“Yes Brenda.”

“Now thank your wife properly for the grapefruit.”

“Thank you Brenda for giving me the grapefruit to eat.”

“It’s a pleasure.” Brenda beamed as she said, a look of victory in her eyes.

“Come on, off to church now.”

We said Good Bye to Brenda and I drove Mother to the church.

“Now off to the kitchen and prepare us our dinner. Bring Brenda and I a glass of lime cordial with sparkling mineral water then go and prepare a salmon and pasta salad. Serve two plates in the dining room in half an hour. You are not eating with us. You will be off to bed without your supper tonight. From now on it is straight home after work for you. You may also consider you yourself tea total from now on. There will be no alcohol passing your lips again!" 

"Yes Mother." I replied meekly 

I went to the kitchen and busied myself with the preparations. I was devastated I had lost my drinking privileges, how would I explain this to my mates? After I served the dinner I was reprimanded for putting too much dressing on the salad and was given another 24 strokes of the hairbrush and then ordered to the dishes and sent to bed hungry. This was a taste of what was to come. 

The next evening was Brenda's last night at home before she left and Brenda and Mother went out for a farewell dinner. I was left behind with a heap of ironing which included all of Brenda's clothes she was taking away, They had to be ironed and folded and then laid out on the bed to be inspected. I felt a bit resentful as here clothes were bound to be crushed by the time Brenda arrived at her destination and I have to admit to doing a bit of a slap dash job. Ironing was a chore Brenda always did and I was not very good at it. Mother's container had arrived from Melbourne and there was an absolute mountain of her clothes that had to be pressed as well. I had only made a small dent in my job when the ladies returned. 

They came in quietly and caught me in the kitchen getting a drink. I was startled to see Mother and Brenda when I turned at the sound of Mothers voice, 

"If you are in here snacking I take it the ironing must all be done, come show me." 

"No Mother...Its not finished...I was t.t.taking a break." 

I stuttered nervously as I followed her into the laundry. On seeing the pile of clothes that still needed ironing Mother said, 

"What on earth have you been doing George while we were out! You have hardly done anything!" 

She then walked over to the rack where the dresses and blouses I had ironed were hanging. One by on she went over them, picking a fault or a crease and throwing them in the basket with the un-ironed clothes. 

"This one will have be ironed again, and this one and this one." 

She went on and on and in the end was satisfied with just one blouse. 

"This is disgraceful George and not up to standard! You will be punished for this! You have obviously not been concentrating on your duty! That is a sign of disrespect to both Brenda and I! I expected a lot more done than this and done perfectly! You are going to learn that a good beta husband is a diligent beta husband now go and fetch the hairbrush!" 

I ran to the bedroom and returned with the hairbrush. Mother was sitting on one of the dining room chairs. 

"Knickers to knees and over my lap! 

Once more I flushed crimson as I was put into position over Mother's lap. 

"Repeat after me." 

"Beta - smack! - Husbands - smack! - Do - smack! - Their - smack! - Chores - smack - diligently - smack - accurately - smack! - And - smack! - Quickly - smack" 

Once again I had to say the damn sentence about 50 times. It seemed to hurt worse than the hiding from the day before, I could feel any traces of resistance being beaten out of me and felt my pride further shattered when I could no longer hold back the tears and started crying. 

"Are they tears I see George?" 

"Y y y yes Mother" 

I was sobbing but she just mocked me, 

"Awww, Georgie crying girls tears...I didn’t realise you were a sissy Georgie...I think I better put you in a pinny if you are going to cry like a girl." 

The shame and humiliation I felt at that moment burned through me. It was the first time she called me Georgie instead of George and the feeling in the back of my throat was 100% shame. I must have been redder than a beetroot and looked awfully disheveled. Mother rifled through the ironing basket and pulled out a floral pinafore covered in a pattern of pink roses. 

"This is more suitable dress for a girl like you Georgie, put it on now." 

Any resistance I may have had was shattered as I meekly donned the pinafore. 

"Until you learn to take your punishments like a man Georgie you are forbidden to wear male clothes in this house. Tomorrow I will issue you your new uniform. You are now a sissy husband until further notice. Only when I deem your behavior has improved will you be allowed to wear male clothes in the house again. Now go and make Brenda and I a hot chocolate and then off to bed. You will set your alarm for 5 am and I hope to see most of this ironing done by the time we go to church. By the way Brenda what time is Church?" 

"I don't know Mother." 

Brenda answered a little sheepishly 

"What do you mean you do not know, haven't you been going to Church since you moved here?" 

"No Mother, George convinced me that if my colleagues found out it would be detrimental to my career and really that no one believed in that anymore. He said Church was a load of nonsense and that we shouldn't waste our Sunday mornings at a boring service." 

I couldn't believe it! Brenda had been happy not to go to Church anymore, I had never said any of those things to her and here she was trying to put the blame onto me! 

"Well George I am disgusted! How could you lead my daughter astray like that! You will go out right now and find out what time the service is tomorrow and the three of us will be attending. We will be going early and introducing ourselves to the pastor tomorrow! I will also be giving you some Scripture lessons in your free time. So you can forget about TV and sports for a while." 

Sullenly I went out and walked the two kilometres to the Church to read the sign out the front and see what time the service began. I was surprised to see their was a female pastor , Reverend Johanna Vorster.  There was an 8 am service and a 6 pm Service. 

When I returned home Mother said I had to rise at 5:00 am, do an hours ironing and then shower and have breakfast served at 7 am. We would be leaving at 7:30 am to give us time to introduce ourselves to Pastor Vorster. After the service there would be just enough time to drop Brenda at the airport and that I could look forward to attending the evening service after my first Scripture lesson with Mother. I was then ordered to make the ladies a hot chocolate before being sent to bed. I went to bed that night with a heavy and despondent heart feeling as if my freedom was quickly vanishing. I was exhausted and fell asleep straight away and did not notice Brenda come to bed. Little did I realise this would be the last night we shared the same bed.

I gotta say, the way you write and your details are incredible. Pretty pretty please write a story about the Ballet Class. It’s so rare to see a very well done ballet story done.

sissyboy1212, Thank you for the wonderful story.
As for Jason, it appears this will not be a punishment. But, if there is a need to "take him down a peg or two" he could be introduced to another aspect of petty-coating. Pampers, Luvs, and Huggies now go up to size 8. Some pretty ruffled panties can still cover the diapers. Unfortunately, this story has ended, and we will not be introduced to a diapered Jason.
Again thank you for the time and effort to put together such a wonderful story.

EPILOGUE:  Jason’s Journey

   An hour earlier, Jason Thomas had been nervous and out of sorts. When his mother first told him she was dragging him along to her book club meeting, he had groaned and grumbled. Why did he have to go to that thing?

   Still, his mother was insistent that he dress smartly for the occasion, so soon he found himself wearing a somewhat juvenile outfit with lemon yellow trousers, a white dress shirt with little black polka dots, and a cute yellow bowtie. To top it off, she had also put him in some darling yellow suspenders and a lovely pair of white suede shoes. She had gotten this outfit for him to wear at a cousin’s wedding a couple of years ago, and he was embarrassed that it still fit. He had been rather surly about wearing it, but his mother left him no choice.

   In the car on the way to the book club, however, his mood had shifted. His mother had mentioned that Mrs. Green had found a way to improve Bobby’s behavior, and that he ought to pay close attention himself. Then, she said that his friend Jamie was supposed to be there as well. But the kicker was when she used the term “petticoating.” He had never heard of that, but then she had explained what it was, and he had done a double take.

   â€œYou’ve gotta be joking,” he had said a little rudely.

   â€œOh, it’s no joke, dear,” she had replied confidently, “and just so you know Bobby’s mother even said that I could borrow some of his things for you if I wanted!”

   Jason hadn’t said anything else after that, although he halfway believed his mother was pulling his leg. It just seemed too crazy. Still, he was wary now, and his mind started to race.

   Then, while he was seated in Mrs. Green’s great room next to his mother, he had become a believer. When he had seen his classmates nervously mince into the great room under Daphne Green’s close supervision, he could not believe his eyes. As all the ladies tittered and made little comments, Jason’s jaw had literally dropped. It was all true.

   Bobby and Jamie had both blushed brightly as they were paraded out in front of the ladies. Jason was dumbfounded to see his classmates dressed just like a pair of dainty little girls! He was practically speechless to see them transformed into such total sissies!

   Despite himself, Jason was transfixed as he ogled his helplessly petticoated friends. The sight of Jamie being put into his little girl curls in front of all those ladies was almost inconceivable, yet he had witnessed it firsthand! Then, the whole spectacle of Bobby daintily adjusting Jamie’s tights had just been surreal. At one point, Jamie had been so panicky that it looked like he would faint! When he saw the two of them curtsey at the end, Jason was absolutely flabbergasted. Incredibly, his classmates just seemed to accept their feminized situations without any resistance at all!

   That was when his mother had triumphantly looked his way and asked, “Do you believe me now, dear?”

   As Jason began to grasp the extent of his classmates’ sissified predicament, he didn’t trust himself to respond. He felt his heart beginning to beat faster. He locked his gaze on Jamie especially as he scrutinized that incredibly girlish party dress. His red-faced classmate looked as though he was engulfed in a gauzy pink cloud of tulle and ruffles! Now, Jason cringed himself. He realized that he had to keep his wits about him. This situation was nuts! All the ladies seemed to smile at him knowingly, as if they already knew where this was headed.

   As Daphne began to lead Jamie and Bobby away to prepare the refreshments, Mrs. Green seemed to remember that Jason was still in the room. She turned her attention to him and studied him for a moment. Jason shifted nervously in his seat, and he unconsciously fiddled with his suspenders as he felt her penetrating gaze. Then, with a twinkle in her eye, she suggested dryly, “Perhaps Jason would like to help Jamie and Bobby serve the refreshments today?”

   His mother didn’t hesitate. “That’s an excellent idea, Diane,” Mrs. Thomas replied at once, “He’d love to!”

   Jason’s pulse accelerated at this. Did she actually mean for him to join his utterly feminized friends? He decided to take a chance and push back on his mother. “No way,” he said sullenly, “I don’t want to do that.” This whole scene just seemed crazy to him!

   Hearing Jason’s defiant response, Daphne and her two sissified charges stopped in their tracks. Jamie and Bobby both reacted in disbelief! They had already abandoned any semblance of resistance to their Petticoating, and the very idea of disobedience seemed to shock them now. Didn’t Jason know he was playing with fire? The tension in the room grew thick as everyone turned their attention to this unfolding drama.

   Obviously displeased, his mother replied sharply, “Oh yes you will young man!” Then she spoke to Daphne, “Daphne dear, just show him what he needs to do.” She shot him another warning glance and said, “don’t test me!” Then, she firmly nudged her recalcitrant son forward out of his seat.

   Jason blanched! Had he had gone too far? He could tell his mother was getting really annoyed now.

   Then Daphne spoke up, “Of course! Let me get that darling little apron that Jamie wore last time… I bet Jason will look absolutely adorable in it with his cute yellow slacks!” Then she added teasingly, “unless, of course, he’d rather borrow one of Bobby’s dresses!”

   â€œApron?” Jason thought. He felt his face heat up even more. He gulped, and there was a long silence as Daphne’s taunt hung in the air. It was obvious to everyone in the room that Jason had quickly ventured onto very thin ice. Jason looked again at his totally emasculated classmates in their flouncy tulle dresses. They looked absolutely mortified and defeated. Jamie and Bobby stared back at him powerlessly, and he remembered the way they had performed such precious curtseys a few moments earlier. Then, in an unexpected show of obstinance, Jason blurted out, “I’m not wearing an apron or a dress, and you can’t make me!”

   Everyone in the room seemed to hold their collective breath at his outburst. After a long pause, Jason’s mother replied icily, “We’ll just see about that!”

   Then, Jason’s mother spoke purposefully to Mrs. Green, “Diane,” she began,” I think we would like to borrow some of Bobby’s things after all! Perhaps Daphne would be willing to help us choose something appropriate!”

   Diane Green nodded curtly and replied at once, “Of course, and if I may say so, it’s not a moment too soon!”

   Jason froze, and his heart pounded fiercely in his chest. He realized he had really stepped into it now! He heard Daphne speak next to his mother, “Oh I’d be happy to help with your little mischief-maker, Mrs. Thomas!” She added, “I think that gorgeous blue party dress and Mary Janes that Bobby wore last time will fit Jason nicely, and I’ll get him a pretty pair of ruffled panties too!”

   Mrs. Thomas looked at her smart-mouthed son with satisfaction. She couldn’t wait to put him into the petticoats he had so richly earned!

   Bobby and Jamie looked on with embarrassed sympathy, and it made them feel even more defeated to know that another classmate would soon join them in petticoats. It all seemed so overwhelming and inescapable to them now.

   An instant later, Jason found himself being frogmarched out of the room by his mother and Daphne as all the ladies in the book club looked on. They seemed very pleased that this lippy, misbehaving teenager would soon learn the error of his ways! Jason’s emotions were all over the place as he realized he would soon follow his classmates into a sea of feminine dresses and petticoats. It was almost too much for him to process. His tummy was doing backflips, and he felt swept along by this sudden turn of events.

   The whole situation just felt so absurd… and magical! Flabbergasted, Jason couldn’t believe what he had just done. It had worked! He was almost beside himself as he eagerly imagined what his dress would look like!  And panties too! He was afraid he had been too obvious about it, but now it was really happening. He wasn’t exactly sure what he had gotten himself into, but his heart told him he was going to like it. Either way, it was too late to turn back!

   Ever since his mother had explained petticoating on the car ride over, he had been almost obsessed with the idea. It sounded wonderful to him! He was still hesitant to admit the truth to himself, but it appeared he had played his cards just right. Fate had presented him the perfect excuse to finally try something he’d thought about forever! Doing it this way, he reasoned, he could keep his true desires secret and still get to take part in this marvelous adventure! He reminded himself that he’d have to act reluctant, but he felt like jumping for joy! He couldn’t wait to get his very own petticoat and dress! He tried to imagine how it would feel to have his hair put into adorable ringlet curls just like Jamie! Jason was ecstatic to be joining his friends and starting his own Petticoating Journey. He was practically trembling with excitement!

   Meanwhile, all the ladies of the book club tittered with appreciation as they watched Jason get escorted expeditiously from the room. They couldn’t wait to see how his attitude changed once he was securely buttoned into his lovely frock and petticoat. Another unruly young lad would soon get his well-deserved comeuppance!

   Diane Green, however, had a curious look on her face. She had a different feeling altogether about what had just occurred. As she had observed Jason get ushered out by Abigail and Daphne to be put into his first dress and petticoat, she was nearly certain she had detected a fleeting flash of… delight, perhaps? As she replayed the last few moments in her mind, she felt that something was off. The more she thought about it, the entire episode felt… contrived. Then, she reached a sudden realization. It felt contrived because it was! 

   â€œThat little rascal!” Diane thought to herself with a chuckle. It dawned on her that they had all been treated to a clever little acting job. There was apparently much more to this Jason Thomas than met the eye. In fact, after seeing that performance, she now thought he might be precocious. For an instant, however, he had let his mask slip. Unless she was badly mistaken, she had stumbled upon a Natural Sissy! If that was true, Jason already stood on the doorstep of the Appreciation stage of Petticoating. He just needed the tiniest nudge to admit it and tumble through the door! Now she felt that she fully understood the situation. Understandably, Jason was likely still afraid to embrace his true nature, and he didn’t know how to handle his feelings. Society said that boys shouldn’t want such things, so he was hiding. His deceptive outburst was merely a cry for help. It seemed obvious now that he longed for the structure and comfort of petticoats!

   Of course, she’d need to confirm her suspicions, but that should be easy enough. She could set some simple traps, and she felt certain young Jason would eagerly take the bait and reveal his true self! She would just provide him a few obvious opportunities to avoid Petticoating. After he got his first taste of dresses and petticoats, Diane was confident that he would practically contort himself into a pretzel to hold onto them!

   Natural Sissies were not exactly rare, but they certainly comprised only a small minority of boys. Once she knew for sure, she would need to guide Abigail carefully. The boy was clearly intelligent… and also crafty. His mother was well-intentioned, but it appeared he had just played her like a fiddle! 

   Jason presented a different type of challenge, and his progression would require a more nuanced approach than either Bobby or Jamie. The normal rules of Petticoating did not apply to Natural Sissies, so Jason’s Petticoating Journey would have to follow a much different path than his classmates. In fact, “Petticoat Punishment” was a misnomer for boys like Jason, since true punishment would be taking his petticoats away! Still, having a Natural Sissy in the mix presented an enormous opportunity! As a role model, Jason could prove quite helpful in cementing permanent behavior changes in his little friends!

   â€œI’ll return in a moment, ladies, and then we can finally begin our book discussion,” Diane told the rest of the club. She added cheerily, “I just want to make sure that Abigail and Daphne have all they need to get young Master Jason properly sorted out!”  As she left the great room, her mind buzzed with new possibilities.

   â€œWhat a wonderful turn of events,” she thought to herself, “Jason Thomas has no idea how lucky he is, but he will soon find out!” With amusement, she thought, “I won’t make it too easy on him, though, after that sneaky little ruse!” While Jason was clearly mesmerized by the idea of petticoating, he was clueless as to what it would entail in practice. Still, she couldn’t wait to begin molding him into a delightfully girlish model of Petticoating Success! Once he accepted his true nature, she was certain he would enthusiastically take to his dresses like a duck to water!

   Diane also suspected it would all happen very swiftly. She predicted his little charade would soon collapse like a house of cards! Perhaps she should encourage Abigail to begin Fulltime Petticoating immediately? That might be best for everyone. “Even if he’s a Natural Sissy, I bet he won’t expect THAT!” she thought with amusement. After the initial shock to his system, however, she was confident Jason would eagerly embrace his new life! 

   Her imagination ran wild as she pictured ever more dainty and feminine outfits for all three of the boys! She even recalled reading on one of the petticoating forums she had joined about an exclusive group of mothers who occasionally held private Petticoat Pageants. The pageants provided wonderful opportunities to network with like-minded mothers, and they recognized Petticoating success stories. Of course, they were only open to the most thoroughly petticoated boys. As a minimum, boys had to have reached Compliance but preferably attained the more advanced stages of Acceptance or Appreciation. Perhaps that was now a realistic possibility for all three of their petticoated teens!

   As she entered the other room, she saw that Daphne had already retrieved the toddlerish blue party dress and shiny black Mary Janes for her newest charge. Upon noting Jason’s reaction, she was now convinced her suspicions were correct. While Jamie and Bobby still looked miserably meek in their sissified tulle dresses, Jason couldn’t help himself. He was absolutely spellbound by the exquisitely girlish dress he would soon be wearing. The look of anticipation on his face was just precious as he eyed its gorgeous details. He was positively giddy! Once you knew what to look for, the signs of a Natural Sissy were unmistakable! Diane had his number now, and she took charge.

   â€œOh Abigail,” Diane called gaily, “could I speak to you in private for just a moment?” Next, she directed her son, “Bobby, go fetch that darling pink nail polish from Mommy’s dressing table so you can paint Jason’s nails… I think it will be fun to do that in front of the book club while we have our discussion!” Lastly, she added mischievously in a somewhat exaggerated tone, “and Daphne, be sure to get our dear little Jason a nice, frilly petticoat to wear with his pretty party dress!”

   As Diane watched, Jason’s eyes lit up brightly and he shuddered involuntarily. She couldn't help giggling at the sight. Poor thing! Precocious or not, Natural Sissies became so predictable when you knew what buttons to push!

THE END