At the moment I have some dresses, I send you pictures I do not have a Cinderella dress yet. Maybe I'll find it again I've added the story, plus some pictures from that session, made by Erikfoto.eu (Madieanne's partner). More pictures are on my tumblr, bbcharlotte.tumblr.com.

His mouth fell open. They were all pictures of him in his sissyboy suit, a line of them showing him in his short pink skirt and dozens more catching him in unforgivable intimacy with the boy in the petticoat slip.

You already have a niche in the Wendyhouse Rose Room, but if you like I could 'update' you and swap your earlier pics for some of your later ones. You say you have more in preparation? Gorgeous. Let me know if you want me to do that. Hello my little darling. Come close and let me hug you into my blouse. Mmmmm. I'm so happy you are sharing Prim's Petticoat Pansies issue #36 with your loving Aunt. While we're reading the stories and articles this time, sweetheart, I want you to feel particularly respectful and just a little frightened, because we are talking Mothers-In-Law, as you know, and that means you SHUT UP and DO AS YOU ARE TOLD.

Carolyn said, “Well my darling I can give you a few pointers, you don’t need much really as you are so girly.” In a dress and lovely pink panties," grinned his friend's mother. "And just look at your heels, pet. You're... so feminine!" I replied, "Well I suppose they would not really like the idea, my mom might be a bit sympathetic as she has said she wish she had a girl also, I have two brothers." Carolyn said, "Well you should just enjoy the feelings your clitty gives you” I replied, “My clitty, oh you mean my penis. That’s a better name for it and I love it when my clitty gets excited by my frillies.” Wake up, child," she said, her forehead wrinkling above him. "We haven't got time for fairy antics like feeling faint and collapsing on the job. You're going to feel a lot more feeble and delicate than that as the day wears on." She took a silk hankie from the sleeve of her blouse and wiped Jason round the mouth, filling his nose with her perfume. His head was feeling mightily cleared and he repeated her sissy kissing instructions, as well as learning a few more. Oh look, they're both as excited as each other," declared Andrew's mother, holding her son's petti-slip and skirt against the front of his blouse, and she stepped forward, forcing him to inch towards Jason, so that the points of their panties approached to within three inches of each other. "Isn't that sweet, Andrew darling... having your girlie panties exposed in front of another sissy's panties? You can see how lovely he is feeling about your excitement inside your pretty satin panty gusset. Tell Mummy and Miss Presswell how you are feeling in your panties, dear."

Is this one of the Pretty Boy sissies?" asked Brenda. She was clearly over sixty, with perfectly dark hair in a perm and a wide collared coat in avocado wool.

Mother, no, don't let this happen," pleaded the boy, trying to lift his hands again, but Jason clasped them into the front of his blouse as he'd been told. He wasn't going to let Miss Presswell have any excuse for sending out that photo. He was surrounded with Aaaahs and giggles and felt women's fingers stroking his hair, his arms, his dress, and the tears burst from him in a storm of emotion. You will have seen Marie-Christine's clever new feature in Prim's Petticoat Pansies, darling. She's good at captioning her photos for our amusement. She just has to share her desire to wear women's skirt suits, the better to fit in with women at work where they want to look their executive best. Here are a couple of magazine covers she has created for Male Secretary Monthly!No... no I'm not!" he retorted, then remembered Miss Presswell beside him. "I mean... I mean, thank you... Mrs Mitchell. You're very... kind. But please don't tell Gary you saw me here." He had to find a reason which would put her off, because she was looking like she'd got the best bit of gossip in weeks... no, years! "C-Can we keep it a secret, Mrs Mitchell... pleeeeeeease?" Put him in these shoulder petticoats," she said, "and I want him in Snow-White knee-highs and crystal pumps to match this dress."

Aaaah!" cooed all the women. "He doesn't want his friends to know." "Isn't he sweet." "He's nearly crying, look."Right now I have on a beautiful beige underwire bra with delicious aqua piping around the cleavage and a gorgeous dark blue ever so silky long nightgown, making me feel like a Greek goddess, my preferred style of full-cut panties and a very silky beige half slip: like someone in "Sissies on Parade" said "we love the feeling of nylon on nylon", and my clitoris swells instantly, it's heavenly, dressing and living the whole day in my feminine finery - of course I don't take my lingerie off, only when I have to go out, and of course I sleep in my pretty nighties. 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. On a slightly different note, darling, I want to show you some gorgeous examples of Morpheus fashions. You'll have seen examples on the web, and here are some that show what lovely styles there are these days for young women. Carolyn smiled and nodded as she took my nightie and put it on me. She then helped me into my gown and slippers and then took my hand and led me from the room. We entered Aunt Mary's suite and Carolyn led me to the bed. The room was huge and had a huge four-poster bed against one wall. There were heavy velvet curtains, which could be drawn around the bed. At the foot of the bed there was an elaborate entertainment unit with TV, video and music players. Aunt Mary was not yet in the bedroom. Carolyn removed my slippers and gown and then helped me into the bed. I was in the middle of the huge bed. Carolyn went into the suite bathroom after passing me the TV guide and remote controls. She said she was to get changed herself and also help Aunt Mary. All finished, sweetheart,” she said, helping to straighten my petticoats as they floated down over my legs.