Prissy Sissy Tea Party Series

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One thing you are definitely right about is: I should deliver when I say I will. The deadline day must be respected, and that is where I will be putting my big effort. And here's a Prim pic and story from years ago which have never appeared in Prim's Petticoat Wendyhouse. Here's a new sweetheart for the Wendyhouse: it's Julie from Paris, who simply adores making herself more feminine in pretty sundresses. Many people I met at that time thought they were the only person in the world that was 'that way,'" Allen said. "Some thought they were crazy and bad, guilty, unworthy. When/if they told their wives, many marriages ended in divorce. There were many debates about telling their children, and if yes, at what age. They lost their church communities if the church knew, and kept everything to do with their jobs secret."

Thank you very much for the reply. I am delighted to read that you are thinking about on further humiliating my fairy princess and adding her photos to the new Alice Room in your next issue. Public exposure is what every sissy needs and so does mine. I am really looking forward to that. So there we have it, sweetheart. In Prim stories, sissies are males, feminized whether they like it or not. But this is my Newsletter, so you are all lovely, feminine girls to me. I'm loving writing my introduction to Prim's magazine this time, now that we are all together here in the Wendyhouse. So different from how it used to be when I was 'writing cold', not knowing if anyone would hear what I wanted to say to them. But now I can be sure that we are all together, and that you are listening to me as soon as you log in through the Wendyhouse door. I hope you are dressed nicely, my pet, and that you are purring and glowing like a femmy little kitten, because Prim has gathered some really nice things for you, and I want you to hold my hand and share them with me. Let's be girls together, shall we? Start by giving your Auntie a kiss, then a hug, and I'll feel your panty silk in my hand as we open up Prim's Petticoat Pansies.I am sure you can understand how hurt, upset and angry I was. It was also clear that Petal had no idea how far I was going to take her. If I remember correctly you warned her about potential consequences she might not be aware of. I had every intention to de-male her at the appropriate time. I understand that you don't want to post real life pictures showing a pansies genitals but just to show you how my sissy looks like I make her attaching a picture of her wearing her chastity belt. Nevertheless feel free to use it for posting if you decide that steel panties don't interfere with your rules on the Wendyhouse. The reason I thought I could survive outside the Wendy house was probably due to my Mistress Vikki accepting an overseas assignment but she has written saying she will be returning in late October and will be very disappointed if she finds me trying to retrieve any of my male thoughts or attitudes. I do hope that with the help of the Wendy House, and by paying more attention to the advice of Miss Blouse, I shall escape her punishment and be allowed to continue as her pathetic sissy slave pandering to her every wish (I especially look forward to having to hand wash her lingerie and her taking me for a bra fitting at a sissy friendly store we have used in the past).

I must say that lending my sissy pansy out to my friends was one of the most effective training measures.I still remember - and so does sissy - the first time I made her serving teas and coffees when I had invited two of my friends over one afternoon. My little fairy trembled with fear and humiliation but at the end she passed with flying colours and made my friends being jealous of having such a cute and obedient maid to wait on me. She crossed to the chest of drawers and opened one here and another there to draw out sets of panties and bodices for the hapless youths, while Madame arranged herself between the two of them so that she looked down on their pretty faces and naked, reclining bodies. Their ankles and wrists were secured, of course, as was needed for their daily powdering and fondling. Both boys were beginning to warble in anticipation of being touched by Madame Hortense's smooth kid gloves. In fact both her effeminate son and her sissy nephew were mewling like frightened kittens, their pink lips quivering with dismay. It didn't take long till my pansy has become a fully accepted maid of almost any party that I or any female in my circle of friends hosts … funny enough, most of the males that attended the parties did accept her without any problems and I am quite sure that some of them never doubted her being a real female maid. But even if they do, I wouldn't care. My fairy princess isn't a male any longer and who knows, some of the males might even be envious and wish they'd be allowed to take her place or at least walk a while in her shoes. Next it's time for another very sissy girl, Katrin the Sissy. As you may remember from the last time she appeared in one of my Newsletters, Katrin makes all her own costumes.I'll keep in mind your request for a picture of two intimate sissies doing each other's bows. Sounds a lovely picture and story. I just wanted the floor to open and swallow me up as she left me to use the bathroom. On my very first day of the holiday I'd messed up so badly. What was the holiday going to be like? But when I came downstairs, very red faced I expect, she said "I'm going to punish you. I've been on the phone to a friend and she is coming round with what I need for your punishment." I'm sorry to say that Prim's Petticoat Pansies #33, the Adult Baby special, will be later than I planned. It should be ready before the end of May. I'm so sorry that you and many other sissies have to wait so long.

Boys... boys," she sang, her arms wide with her usual drama, "I declare it a beautiful day. You simply must promenade in the park with your governess so that the city can see the elegance of your costumes and the grace of your effeminate demeanour."I want to tell you first about what Sissy Karen said when she wrote to me not long ago. She said: "Why does Prim always talk about the most girlish sissies in his stories as if they are boys and not transformed into girls? It's 'He said this' and 'she told him to do that'. Wouldn't it be more girly to pass a point in the story, somewhere near the start, where he becomes a girl, so it's 'she felt lovely in her new dress' instead? Some brilliant things have been happening since last month, sweetheart. If you are a member you will have noticed the two new rooms we have. The Alice Room has only one issue of Prim's Petticoat Pansies in it so far, the latest one, issue #31, but as time goes by it will house issues #31 to #40. The Hannah Room will have all the issues of Walt Wisconsin: so far it contains Parts 1 - 5, that's chapters 1 - 38. I'm delighted to show you photos sent to me by a delicious girl with a million-dollar smile. This is Miss Jenni Dee. I've got to tell you about what happened to me as a teenager, after reading Prim's story about "Caught In Flagrante Transvestis". I was an only child but I discovered that I wanted to wear my mother's dresses, nearly all of them were so attractive to me. I wasn't with a sissy boyfriend like Neville and Tony in Prim's story, but I was as careless as Neville was. My mum caught me wearing one of her dresses over one of her skirts, which I was using as petticoat. I had her dresses and skirts waiting for me to put on next, and blouses too all over her bedroom - I wish Prim was describing the scene, he'd make a much better story of it than I can. I took her dress off in front of her but I couldn't get her skirt off. She had to help me undo it, then left me to tidy her things away. Yes, I know you're a member, and thanks for your support. Thanks too for your thoughtful ideas, full of sincerity. The thing about setting myself deadlines has two aims: one it tells you, my friend, when to expect the next issue. Secondly it gives me a target, much more likely to get the issue finished earlier than if there is no target to aim for.