From alt.sex.stories.tg Sun May 5 00:50:08 1996 Path: mordred.cc.jyu.fi!news.csc.fi!news.eunet.fi!EU.net!gatech!hookup!lamarck.sura.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in1.uu.net!news.i-link.net!usenet From: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.tg Subject: Story - Initiate.txt Date: Sat, 27 Apr 1996 08:59:37 -0500 Organization: I-Link Lines: 59 Message-ID: Reply-To: LabRat@i-link.net (Karen Mitchell) NNTP-Posting-Host: austin-2-8.i-link.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit I did not write this and you must be 18 or over to read it as it may contain a great deal of adult explicit sexuality. If this is offensive do not read - delete file. For those of us who enjoy .... enjoy! Please do not ask for files by e-mail - I can barely keep up with what I have now. > MY PETTYCOATING INITIATION > ANN PETTY My mother started my pettycoat training when I was 12. I had done something which she considered punishable by drastic measures. She left me locked in my room for an hour while she went shopping. When she came back she had a complete outfit for a girl my size -- a dress, a slip, panties, a training bra, knee-length stocking and shoes. She watched while I changed into the new clothes. "You'll wear them ALL week-end," I was told. When it came time for bed she watched me undress and then handed me a bow trimmed satin nightie to wear to bed. The next morning, Sunday, she awakened me and watched as I again put on the girl's clothes. Although Dad was home Sunday he didn't say a thing about my new outfit. She made me wear the outfit for the next 4 week-ends. I was on my best behavior for the next several months. Then I slipped again and it was back into the girl's clothes. In my second year of high school I did something she considered REALLY bad -- I stayed out late, had a couple of beers and came home a little drunk. I thought I'd gotten away with it. But Saturday I realized she knew and was going to punish me. She took me to a shopping mall and had my ears pierced and studs installed in my pierced lobes. We went to a ladies store and she bought me three skirts, three blouses, 2 bras, 5 pairs of lacy, sexy panties, a nightie, pantyhose and 2 pairs of girl's shoes. At home she gave me a home permanent. "Now, young lady, I expect you to wear proper girl's clothes all week-end. AND I expect you to LOOK and ACT like a young lady." I did as she said. Monday I expected to dress in my boy's clothes and go to school. What a surprise she had in store for me. I was forced to dress in the girl's things and go to school. To be sure I really went to school she drove me and picked me up after school. THAT was the worst day of my life. I had to wear feminine things for the next TWO WEEKS, to school and wherever else I went. I tried to stay home after school, but she ALWAYS had some errand for me to run. Once the 2 weeks were up she decided I would wear panties, a bra and pantyhose under my boy's clothing EVERYDAY AND I would sleep in a nightie. After a month or so I all but forgot I was wearing feminine underthings -- as did the girls and guys I hung out with. Mother realized this and made me wear a skirt and blouse to school each Friday and dress as a girl all week-end. THAT was embarassing at first, but everyone seemed to get used to it. I had to finish out that year wearing girl's clothing most of the time to school and after school. Although my underclothing continued to be feminine, I was allowed to wear boy's outer-clothing all that summer and until New Year's. I screwed up by attending a class party and getting drunk again. Back to the feminine clothes full-time. Only THIS time I had to wear my hair in a feminine style and wear face make-up. I was often mistaken, by people who didn't know me, as a girl. I spent my entire senior year dressed and looking like a girl. I even look like a girl in my pictures in the Year Book.