Monday, 11 May 2015
I can admit it now. When Susie started dressing me up I used to protest. "No, not panties; I'm not that sort of boy." She used to laugh as she made me wear them round the house. Then she started making me wear bras, slips, stockings and suspenders. I just couldn't stand it and used to moan constantly. But Susie didn't take any notice and just kept buying me more clothes. Now I look forward to wearing something sweet and feminine, stockings, suspenders and a lovely white dress. I suspect I always did like it; I can't imagine now why I cried so much.