I agree with one or two of your members who have written to say they are disappointed at how long it takes you to come out with your next edition of PPP or Walt Wisconsin. Sometimes you say a date for us to expect, and you miss it by weeks! I'm sorry to say it but I think this is poor business. He paused a moment, looking at me, and then he reached out for my hand and gave it a squeeze. "To be honest, up to now I've often wondered what it would be like to wear a dress, and I quite like it." He was silent for a second or two and then he squeezed my hand again. "I think you feel the same; I don't think it's being sissy or anything, but like this, everything seems nicer. Can you understand why?"

envelope. You'll have to wait there for a reply. Now, on your way, and show me you can at least do one thing Do everything she says’; mom’s words flashed thr Keri sniffs in and wipes at her eyes. “I’ve….,” she says, trying to talk through the tears. “I’ve had enough Peter. I can’t deal with this anymore.” The paint was only on my clothes but they were ruined. I washed and went to the bedroom to find a very pretty green dress lay on the bed. There was also a lace camisole and matching panties.

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My aunt now saw me as well, and smiled. "Well, girls, let's get downstairs. Peter, you help her, I mean him, your cousin, with the train." But before he had a chance to answer, we entered the front room. Our respective fathers stared in open-mouthed amazement. What!" we said together, "She wants us to do what?" I turned to Peter, "She wants us to dress as girls! You must be kidding!" My sister was now wearing her wedding dress, and gasped as mother called me in. "Oh, mother, he is simply beautiful; he looks like a girl, and a very pretty one, at that! How on earth did you do it?" She turned to me; "Well, my beautiful little sister, how do you like being a girl then?" When she said that I looked beautiful, I felt a spasm of sheer joy, and I said to her, "I think you look lovely, too; and your wedding dress is beautiful." While I still considered myself a boy, the way I was dressed and acting made this all feel so natural. Sue told us how she would sit in the front seat of the bus because she knew that the boys behind could see up under the skirt of her tunic in the mirror. She enjoyed the idea of all the boys getting hard looking at her. She also liked to bend over a bit more than she had to, teasing the boys.

Carolyn asked, "And did you like it?" I said that I did and once I had put the nightie on I was determined that the fact I liked it would remain my secret. I looked up at her with my carefully made up eyes in the mirror, asking for explanation without a word. As she slid the silky panties up and down along my member, I began to shudder, “Yes! Yes! Make me your little girl!!” With that, my shaft erupted into the delicate little panties and I collapsed down onto the vanity seat. At this point I considered myself to be a girl.I became happy. Thanks aunt; I replied. But little me doesn’t know that, my happiness won’t stay long. The moment had come for me to leave the room. My aunt and cousins were busy in the kitchen getting dinner ready and did not take too much notice of me. My aunt told me that that was being much more sensible. Sue told me I looked fine and Anne agreed. Then they all went on with what they were doing. Like crap you’re going to do anything,” Peter growls in frustration. “You two just don’t understand what it’s like for me.” After a few minutes, the change was remarkable. Eye shadow, a bit of mascara, and blush had served to remove any hint of boyishness. I enjoyed being made up as it would remove all traces of boy. After being shown the way, Carolyn took me by the hand and led me down the hall to the door marked “Ladies.”

with your next door's neighbour's two girls. Is this true, Peter?” Well, what could I say? I could only hang my head and mumble that I was sorry for what I'd

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To my surprise and enjoyment, he accepted me as a girl and seemed quite interested in me. We all sat on the riverbank and talked. Luke had positioned himself on the bank below us where if we wished he could get a good view under our skirts. We all took pleasure in giving him what appeared to be accidental but were actually quite deliberate glimpses of our panties and up to our skirts. Luke was obviously getting very excited although he did not realize we had noticed. Looking out to the car, the old priest smiled and waved to what appeared to him a pretty young girl. “Oh, I'm afraid that's not allowed; the academy is cloistered to women.”

The next morning was a bit chilly, so after putting on my lacy bra panties and camisole I put on a top and a warm full red skirt. Then I put on a cream jumper that came to my waist. At breakfast that morning I saw the others had dressed much the same - I was happy to see I was getting the hang of being a girl because I really enjoyed it. Carolyn said, “Yes we know that and it must be exciting for you.” I said, “One thing for sure is I know I am going to hate putting on my boy clothes when the weekend is over.” Carolyn replied, “I’m sure you will feel like that.”

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I told her it was mine, and she said "Well, it was a lovely thing to do, and if I may say so, you certainly played your parts well. Now I expect you'll want to go home and change." My auntie Joan was an attractive 35-year-old who was living in Sydney. My cousins Sue and Anne were quite attractive and 17 and 14 respectively. They were all very pretty and feminine in their manner and dress. The farm, being about three hours from Sydney, ten minutes from the village and one hour from the town, was fairly isolated and the weather was cooling off so not many people would be visiting.