Men at the Pool!
Many Men today are realizing what the future will be. As Women and Girls continue to excel….many boys are just wasting time and becoming complacent, and “Useless”. The Smart women are seeing this and leading the way to the future, which will be run by Women. Men and boys will be relegated to Femininity, and as “Helpers” to women.
Starting boys off in their new Direction!
The Girls are taking on the once” male only” Domain!
So nice when boys are colorfully expressing themselves! He is so Cute with his pink hair, and those purple tights go so well with his dress!
Girls are learning how to Compete and be Strong! Building their Strength and Stamina!
Many boys are learning for the first time, the silkiness of nylon, and the coolness of a skirt!
While Girls are learning about “head-banging” and being Assertive and even Aggressive!
Boys are now Competing in Beauty Pageants!
And Girls are battling it out on the Football Field1
As these Trends continue, it is becoming evident that many mothers have taken a keen interest in making their sons the prettiest Prissy boys that they can possibly be!
And now, more Girls are playing football and starting to play against the boys as well!
From the PDQ Website:
Petticoating Worked Wonders with my Son
from Jackie
Dear Susan,
Hi my name is Jackie, and I would like to share my experience with the use of petticoat punishment on my son Michael. I think this is a
wonderful way of punishing unruly boys, and it worked wonders for my son. I suppose I should start at the beginning of why I started using petticoating, and then describe the results I have achieved. When my son was 3 years old his father (my husband) Jack passed away, this had a great impact on my son because he didn’t have a strong father figure to support him and his sister Anne, and to discipline them. I tried my best but he was getting in to fights at school, looking up his sister’s dress, and being careless around the house, and by the time he was 12 I had run out of ideas. I tried spankings, taking away toys and privileges, but nothing worked.
Finally one day I was having lunch with a friend and she told me about an article discussing petticoat punishment she had read from the UK (we live in the USA), I had never heard about it, but I was desperate and asked her to drop the article off so I could read it. A few days later I read the article. I was a little skeptical, but decided I would give it a try the next time my son misbehaved. One day my son was teasing his sister, who is a year younger than him. When my daughter came to me crying, I was so mad that I decided that instead of spanking I would use petticoating. I took him into her bedroom, looked in a drawer, and took out a pair of pink panties, white tights and a dress from his sister’s clothes, and told him to put them on.
He looked at me and started to fuss, but as soon as I told him that next time one of his friends was over I would talk about how nice he looked in Anne’s clothes, he began to cry and starting putting on the tights. After he was done I brought him a pair of fussy lace-trimmed ankle socks, and single strap, very shiny girls’ party shoes. I then took all his clothes out of his room and replaced them with tights I had bought (pink, yellow, red, white, and blue), some skirts (various colors), and pretty dresses mostly in flower patterns etc…than I told him if he didn’t behave then this is his punishment, and that I might even take him out to the store like this.
Next I brought him in the room where his sister was playing, and she started laughing and giggling at him when she saw his attire – he blushed with embarrassment at his thoroughly deserved comeuppance. I explained that this is how he was going to be punished in the future, and that she wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. She understood, and I than made him play nicely with her and her dolls. Slowly petticoating worked its magic: every time he did something unacceptable, I dressed him tights, little girls’ ‘unmentionables’, and a dress.
By the time my son was 15 he was a well-behaved, obedient child! I owe it all to petticoating. He never again picked on his sister, or got in fights at school, because he knew what would happen. After I found this site I wanted every mother out there to know that it works, and works well. The embarrassment that my son felt was enough to make him think twice about doing no good. And for those of you worried that your son will turn out to be crazy, or anti-social, or gay, none of this happened to my son. He’s 17, has a girlfriend whom he dotes on, plays sports, and has many friends. For all you mothers with sons who are out of control try this out: you’ll be happy with the results!
Keep up the good work,
Jackie
Congratulations Jackie, it sounds like your efforts have been a complete success. My best wishes to your whole family.
Susan
Mother & Son!
From the PDQ Website!
CHRISTMAS IN PETTICOATS
Dear Nanny Susan,
Thank you so much for giving me an idea which worked just brilliantly! I am a relatively young mother (35), separated from my husband, and had never heard of petticoat discipline. Now that I have seen how effective it is, I am a born-again convert!
I have twelve year old twins, Amanda, and her twin brother Leslie. Leslie has always complained about having a sissy name, but was quite well behaved until recently. However as the children approached their twelfth birthday, he became much more noisy and disobedient, and his bedroom was just a disgrace, whereas before it had been at least half tidy.
The last straw was when the two of them were looking through one of our old photograph albums, which they love doing. They came upon a picture of the two of them taken at Christmas seven or eight years ago, with Leslie wearing neatly pressed shorts, long socks and a white shirt, and Amanda in one of those lovely red velvet frocks that little girls wear at Christmas, in a ‘bishop’ style without a waist, and with a large white lace collar. She was smiling happily, and holding out the hem of her dress on each side, and she looked beautiful. Anyway, because these days at home she usually just wears jeans and a sweater, Leslie started to tease her, and to laugh at the photograph. Amanda almost tore it up in her anger, but I took the album away and told them to behave themselves.
Then reading your advertisement gave me an idea for this Christmas. I went to my milliner and told her I needed a really sweet red velvet Christmas dress for Leslie, and why. She has no great liking for the boys in our village, and met my order with a smile of approval, in fact I got the impression that petticoat discipline was something that she had encountered many times in the past.
It took her less than a week, because she happily put other work aside, and the result was a really lovely creation, hanging from the shoulders to about four inches above the knee, in the softest red velvet, with a large floppy lace collar, and a big red silk bow at the neck like one might see on a child’s teddy bear. It was exactly what I wanted, and would match perfectly with certain other little gifts that I had bought for Leslie.
Of course there were lots of trembling tears on Christmas morning when he was introduced to his gorgeous Christmas frock, but I got him into it by threatening that otherwise Amanda would tell all her friends that he likes to wear frilly knickers under his shorts when at home. Since the other children see him as a bit of a sissy anyway (because of his name, and he is no good at football) I knew that this would do the trick.
So the children began to unwrap their presents, Amanda flushed with mischievous delight, in her usual jeans and a woollen sweater, and poor Leslie, flushed with shameful humiliation in his red velvet dress with his boys’ socks and shoes. He nearly fainted when he opened one box to find a really lovely girls’ undie set which my milliner had had in a cupboard for ages, and which she was happy to give me. It consisted of a soft banlon lacy-knit girl’s vest, with a little baby-blue bow at the neck, long-legged silken nylon knickers with a gathered ruffle of lace around each leg, and a full little girl’s slip, the embroidered hem all bows and flowers, of the same material.
He tried to claim that these gifts must be for Amanda (!) but before I could say anything, she told him not to be ridiculous, and that they were obviously to go with his new dress. He was ordered to unwrap another box which lay in front of him. When he opened it up and unwapped the tissue paper, he discovered to his intense shame a pair of round toed single strap shoes, in red velvet, which would match the dress perfectly. He was close to tears when Amanda asked if he could wear his new clothes now. I agreed, and told her to get him ready. She led him by the hand, like a little child, into her bedroom. I overheard some hissing whispers and a few sobs, and eventually he emerged all done up in his new Christmas outfit. Amanda had even found a pair of white ankle socks of hers for him to wear with his new shoes.
We traditionally go over to my sister’s house for Christmas dinner, and there are always lots of presents, because there are other relatives there as well. I told the children to get ready, and Leslie thought he would be able to put on his boy’s clothes. I told him firmly that I expected him to go there as he was, and that his cousins would think he looked very nice. I told him I even had a wig that would fit him, with sausage curls and a big bow if he wanted to look more like a girl – which reduced Amanda to a fit of the giggles. I didn’t have such a wig, actually, but I knew that the very thought would give his sister even more enjoyment.
He ran into his bedroom and slammed the door, and I could hear him on his bed crying. I relented, and said that he could stay at home, and that I would explain that he was not feeling well. Still, I wanted him to remain in his pretty Christmas outfit – that dress had been quite expensive – so I made sure that it was well buttoned up at the back of the neck so that he couldn’t take it off. Then, while Amanda and I made him raise his skirts, I also sewed some thread between his pretty knickers and vest, so that he could not escape from them. Amanda herself thought of a finishing touch, and a thread of cotton was looped through his socks and the strap of his red velvet shoes, so that he could not take off his footwear either.
He was told that there was some of yesterday’s salad in the fridge, and some biscuits in the biscuit tin, and Amanda craftily put her videotape of ‘The Red Shoes’ on the television, that wonderful ballet film with Moira Shearer which girls love so much. Leslie had always turned up his nose at it, but he was told that this time he would have to tell us all about the film when we got home, to make sure that he watched it with proper attention.
And so we left, and had a wonderful afternoon at my sister Sandra’s place. When we got home he was sitting in the living room looking very sorry for himself, with his legs crossed. We told him that little girls shouldn’t sit like that, and he replied that he needed to go to the loo, but couldn’t. I told him he would have to ask Amanda if she would remove the thread between his vest and frilly pants, but she just pretended to ignore him. Eventually he was trembling and begging her to let him go, and so, taking pity on him, she quickly pulled up his dress and slip, and cut the thread.
Of course there were some really good Christmas presents for him that we had brought home, but he wasn’t allowed to have them at once. Apart from his dainty new clothes, I had included a baby sleep-a-bye doll with a woolly pink dress and knickers, and a mop of blonde curls, as a Christmas present, so he had enough presents for the moment. He was told that he would get his other presents gradually over the next year, when Amanda decided that he had been a good boy. And if he was a naughty boy, then…well Nanny Susan, I am sure you can imagine what Amanda will decide then.
His behaviour since Christmas Day has been exemplary, and Amanda could not wish for a more well-mannered and respectful brother. He will have grown a bit, but I am sure that his velvet dress will see service next Christmas as well, and it will be another Christmas morning in petticoats. However, I will probably have to let him go out to Christmas dinner in his boy’s clothes, although, as Amanda has pointed out, he could still wear pretty lacy girls’ undies under his shirt and pants, which will ensure that he behaves himself with his cousins. Anyway, I am sorry that this letter is so long, but I couldn’t wait to write and tell you that you have taught one modern mother something already!
Mrs Sally W. (Wiltshire)
Well, I don’t know what to say, except congratulations, you are certainly a fast learner! This is a wonderful letter, which I will really treasure, and I am sure that Leslie will be a much better – and neater – boy from now on. Please keep us informed of his progress, and definitely write again next Christmas.
Susan
A Very Good Point! From PDQ Website!
SOFT STRETCHY TIGHTS
From M. Winnington
What a great site, Susan. My son, aged 12, attends ballet lessons where he has to wear black tights. It was impossible to buy proper boys’ ballet tights locally, so in the end I got him a pair of suitable women’s tights to wear to ballet. At first my son hated wearing tights, but he soon got used to tights, and actually likes wearing them now.
Going to ballet classes has helped him overcome silly prejudices about male and female dress. Males should be encouraged to explore their feminine side…what better way to start than by trying on a lovely soft stretchy pair of tights?
M.W.
What better way indeed? And, apart from cold weather, which is an excuse that some crafty mothers use, there would be no better reason than a direct appreciation of ballet. Tights feel funny to a boy at first, but they quickly grow to like them. Nevertheless, the very clinging tightness imparts a feeling of control, so that the benefits of petticoat discipline are not lost.
With the HUGE increase in Girls and Women playing Football….we will need Cheerleaders for those Teams! Here is the beginning of that Need!!
I think the Women are Enjoying the Pretty men!
Male Beauty!
