The salesman burst out laughing. "That's great. It will be something to see. I'll have to say your husband is a very good sport if he's willing to go through with this. Let me show you what we have." He led me to a rack holding a large number of maid's uniforms in a variety of styles and colors. "Do you know his size?"
"I'd also recommend a full white petticoat to wear under the skirt. Let me show you what we have," he said leading me to another part of the store. After I picked out a petticoat he led me to the shoe department. "Has your husband ever worn high heels before?"
Given Tom's enthusiasm for dressing up, I decided it was time to pay another visit to the store where I had purchased his maid's uniform. The salesman (still wearing a dress) recognized me as soon as I walked in. "Welcome back. How did your husband do as the maid?"
So Lady A had her husband wearing dresses, skirts and tights. There was a problem. He had male hair on his legs which showed through his new tights. Plus some hair on his chest which showed on the low cut dress. Worse than that, his genitals were quite hairy and this looked far too masculine. Time but a big step.
It all began around February 2011. Lady A later admitted to her husband/wife that she had had a plan: she really wanted her husband to be feminised. He was completely unaware of the longer term plan but now enjoys it too. Why did she want us to have a different relationship, a female led relationship with a feminised husband? Two reasons really. Firstly control. A man in a dress, high heels and make up will act more feminine, more gentle and is more submissive. Lady A does like to be in control. A man will be more willing to do housework and serve her in feminine clothes and let her be in control. Secondly, a point rarely made in the feminisation blogs, it is an incredible turn on for both.
Lady A absolutely does not want to turn her husband into a real girl, just a feminised man. She wants a sexual relationship with her partner but she just wants him feminised and submissive and to follow her instructions. Our relationship has nothing to do with those blogs where women turn their men into actual females with hormones and surgery. Oh no, this is not just more realistic but we believe how most couples would live in the real world.
What was in it for her husband? He found that the feel and flow of female clothes were much nicer than male clothes. Silky nighties were much better than cotton pyjama bottoms. A soft cotton skirt felt so much freer around his (her) legs compared to a pair of trousers which were restrictive. It was a great turn on, in particular the humiliation of it all. Being called a naughty girl and to be disciplined was highly erotic. Which takes us to the final point. For him it was to be able to escape the social expectations and responsibilities of a man. The excitement of breaking social norms is highly erotic and exciting.
Petticoat discipline also occurs in the context of some marital relationships, as a means by which a wife may exert control over her husband. This may involve various items of feminine clothing or underwear in a variety of contexts, ranging from the husband having to wear a feminine apron around the house whilst performing household chores, to the wife insisting that the husband wear lingerie under ordinary male clothing. In all such circumstances, there is a strong reliance on the element of humiliation, whether actual or potential, should the husband's secret be discovered.
Your link to the petticoated.com archive was most useful and has provided a young wife with a wealth of ideas. I recently discovered a link to more recent issues and submit it in the hope that you will find some gems buried in the crossdressing fantasies.
Q.Can you tell me any thing about Molly Pitcher and if she had any responsibilities at Valley Forge or did she just follow her husband there for support. It is hard to find any information on Molly before the Battle of Monmouth.Robin Mcbroom, Lancaster, Ohio
Born in 1754, Mary Ludwig Hays McCauley was the daughter of a New Jersey dairy farmer. At the age of 13, she went to work as a domestic/servant and married a barber named William Hays. When the Revolutionary War began, William enlisted and became a gunner in the Pennsylvania Artillery. Mary eventually joined her husband as a campfollower during the Philadelphia Campaign (1777-1778) in New Jersey, eventually wintering with the Army at Valley Forge.
Legend says that Mary was carrying water for the troops at the Battle of Monmouth in June, 1778, but when her husband the artilleryman was wounded, she abandoned her water jugs and took up loading the artillary in his place. Joseph Plumb Martin, a soldier in the Continental Army, was present at the battle. His memoirs, discovered in the 1950s, have become an important primary source for historians interested in the experiences of ordinary soldiers during the revolution. Plumb relates an incident during the battle:
Recently my husband was visiting the US... of A. Not just any visit. It was the wedding of his most favourite niece. His sister's daughter. Old and young alike, love her and dote on her. I do too. And naturally the excitement in the family was palpable.
This wedding was taking place in the US... of A. Post COVID. And I have a 13 year old who was not yet vaccinated. Even as Djokovic was being deported from Australia, psyched by the images of harrowing US visa process and a high probability of visa denial and also the soaring air fare, my hubby decided to go alone on this arduous journey to the US... of A. For practical reasons of course. He had an active multi entry VISA and my daughter and I did not. Absolutely husbandly behaviour. Especially one who has a struggling entrepreneur for a wife. Spending more than earning.
He very lovingly asked me what I wanted from the US... of A, and I very lovingly declined the offer stating in the modern Indian nationalistic attitude... We get everything in India! But... I said, I love the clothes you got for me from the US, why don't you get some this time around! And he said, "NO." Very husbandly. In 20 years of marriage, I have learned to take 'NO' from him with a pinch of salt. In short, all went well.
He carried a huge consignment of things that are found only in India, such as Indian clothes for wedding guests, gift from the bride's family to the wedding guests from different parts of the US... of A. He was a fully loaded cargo when he was dispatched from home. With one promise.... He would get us the 'Settlers of CATAN', a board game that both of us had played in the US at a friend's house and had loved. And of-course this was long overdue, so I did not say I wanted it. What if that changed his mind and he got something totally different?!? You know how husbands and wives tend to be totally disagreeable towards each other with time? A YES from one must be refuted with a NO from the other. That is the rule of the game. And we, me and my hubby are pro at that game.
I realised that we women owe it to our husbands to be the more modern version of mothers when their older mother is outdated with time and excessive dose of motherly innocence. I am responsible to teach him to know what he should and should not put in his suitcase, if he wishes for a safe transit to and from his familial trips. When you refuse to get a dress for your wife, you better not be carrying your mother's petticoats in your suitcase. That is extra baggage your wife is not going to welcome!
Fast forward to now, I am devising techniques to repair the broken egos caused by my jealous anger and to get us back to life as usual, very important for my kind of profession. I don't really need to take these little things so seriously. But I am glad I love my husband enough to be hurt by him.
Shortly after we were married it became obvious that my husband enjoyed, indeed craved, discipline. He would do things to provoke me, and at bedtime I would frequently find a wooden-backed hairbrush or a strap on my pillow when I came out of the bathroom. George would then apologize for his earlier misbehavior and offer only token resistance as I eased him across my knee for punishment.This went on for sometime, providing him with a great deal of satisfaction, and me with very little. It also occurred to me - rather late in the day, I must say - that if he enjoyed my discipline, it hardly constituted a punishment. I resolved to change things and to steadily take control.
The detention room is north-facing, so it never gets really hot, and the radiator is only turned on with my permission. This is not normally given, unless the weather is exceptionally cold. The only other contents of the room are a metal-framed army-style bed with a thin mattress and three blankets, a basin with a cold water tap, and a chamber pot. My penitent husband has to sleep in the punishment room if he fails to finish his tasks on time, or if a punishment session spans Saturday and Sunday. The room has just one door and the only key is kept in the lock on the outside. I try to use detention to good effect - and I am presently trying to get some Shakespeare and Dickens into his thick head, but it is very hard work!
Quite recently I discovered Academy Wear - a mail order company that supplies traditional school uniforms in adult sizes. This is an absolute boon and when confined to the detention room, my contrite husband now has to wear a maroon gymslip, baggy maroon knickers - elasticated at the waist and leg - a plain white cotton camisole, white blouse, school tie, black suspender belt, 70 denier stockings and lace-up shoes. He also has a blazer and cardigan for the colder weather, and a boater for special occasions. He looks such a pet! In the summer he will be put into a traditional cotton dress. 2b1af7f3a8