Me and My Dolly

[Petticoated Boy]

Well not actually me.

[Petticoated Boy]

Well not actually me.

[Petticoated Boy]

Well not actually me.

[Petticoated Boy]

Well not actually me.

[Petticoated Boy]

Well not actually me.

[Petticoated Boy]

Well not actually me.

[Petticoated Boy]

Well not actually me.

[jeangurl]

Petticoated Boy
You are making wonderful contributions and I think you show great empathy to all the other sissies on here.

Luv Jeangurl

[Petticoated Boy]

Petticoated Boy
You are making wonderful contributions and I think you show great empathy to all the other sissies on here.

Luv Jeangurl

Thank you Jeangurl. I never thought about it that way. When you're among like minded souls, you kind of have a sixth sense as to what people would like to see on a board such as this. And from what you said, it looks as though I'm on the right track.

I just love anything that is related to petticoating and sissyness. In fact, I love that sort of thing with a passion. The word petticoat for me is the epitome of feminization and both petticoating and sissyness go together like a horse and carriage. I'm sure like me, a lot of you will have read stories on the subject and I wouldn't mind betting you become the petticoated boy in whatever story you've been reading. You may copy and paste a story into your wordprocessor and replace the name of the petticoated boy with your own.

 I knew a famous writer of stories about a schoolboy. He once told me, when you read my stories, does the school this boy goes to become the school you went to. I told him it does to a certain extent, I further told him I see myself as the eponymous hero of the story I'm reading. When you read a story of a boy who is petticoated by his mom, sister, aunt or grandmother, do see your own mom, sister, aunt or grandmother petticoating you or somebody completely different? 

Being an only child, I had no sister and consequently there were no dresses in the house I could have secretly worn. If I'd known then what I know now, I would have asked mom if she would buy me some dresses or make some for me. No doubt she would have asked me why I wanted them and I would have told her, there were days when I wanted to be a girl and days when I wanted to go back to being a boy, I think it's called being gender fluid. But more importantly I noticed girls clothes looked more prettier than the boring clothes we boys wore. We wore the same clothes from one day to the next, but the girls wore a different dress every day.   

Just think I would have told mom, you'd have the best of both worlds, you'd have me as your daughter for some of the time and a son for the rest of the time. I'm not sure how dad would have reacted to that, but as he was easy going, he would have been quite happy either way. I would have given anything to have seen her face as I she helped me into my first dress, which was put over my petticoat and panties, while I wore white ankle socks and Mary Janes on my feet. To run about the house dressed like that would have been sheer bliss.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYwgG2oyUbA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TJ-JNiCKlgc

Perhaps I could have worn something like these dresses?









To err is human, to be a petticoated sissy is devine.

[Angela M...]

Hi Petticoated Boy,
you are right that we take the boys place in stories, at least I have all my life. Both reading stories and watching movies I would insert myself into the role of the boy or even a girl I wished to be. I often wondered if my mother would have been receptive if I asked to be dressed as a girl sometimes. She certainly knew about my dressing when I was very young and did not seem to mind even keeping my golden wavy hair quite long for a boy. After being discovered by my father she weakly pleaded for him not to have my hair cut but still did not stop him and we both cried a little when the deed was done. Later on in life she nurtured me and taught me to sew and knit and cook and draw as my sister was not interested in any of these things. When they discovered my girl clothes hidden under the bed or in a box in the basement she brought them out and hung them on the line for all to see and burned holes in my pretty tights. I was very hurt that they never talked with me about it although my mother put booklets from the R C church on my bed about Sin and expected me to read them. She also set up a doctors appointment for me and he and I talked about "what was wrong with me" and after tests he mentioned I seemed to have more female hormones than male and I was more girlish in nature. He also told me he had heard of such a thing before. He convinced me I was young and would grow out of it but of course that did not happen and my girl side finally came out more when I left home. Even now in my late 60's I picture my life as it would have been if I was born in the present day with all the help available to young people now and I am quite jealous. I read stories now and they touch a nerve and sometimes I find myself in tears of happiness for the boy in the story and tears of sadness because it was not me. I suppose with my age and lower testostrone levels, that could be the reason for so much emotion just bursting forth when reading or watching a video. Oh well I can only dream now and enjoy my visits here and all the pictures and stories made available to us with Betty's help and all the contributors who enrich this site. We still have our dreams.