the cropped version is here. Close up and emphasis on shoes, toes, etc. This is my famous vintage crinoline, it's so scratchy. Angelina reached into her bag and drew out a particularly large disposable. "I would start by wide-diapering him," she said, and she unfolded it bringing gasps from all three women. Their gasps turned to giggles as the sissy gurgled in a fit of horror and tried to wriggle his diapered bottom. His protests counted for nothing, though, as they soon had the first diaper completely covered in the fat, stiffened pad that bulged in a twelve-inch spread between his legs. This is Angelina... from Yesterday's Man. As you will know, YM as it's known to us is one of the most influential, up-and-coming organisations catering for women like us. I just love that motto: 'Give us a husband, we'll give you an effeminate panty-rag'. She has very kindly agreed to demonstrate one of their training items for us today, and she's going to use my pathetic husband as her babified sissy.

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. Baby Butterfly," read Eleanor. "De Luxe dangle frame for displaying your sissy baby. Oh my, I'm feeling damp in my panties already."Angelina Frayne was 48 and a bouffant blonde, one of those women whose copious bust and low stature give the impression of a bundle of energy in female form. She sat forward on the edge of her armchair, angled towards Eleanor and Trinny on their settee. The hostess left her holding his leg and opened her bag to get her husband's pacifier. "Here, cry-baby. Open!"

You are so sweet in your pictures that I will be delighted to have a Pansy Gronski gallery in the Rose Room, and all the other girls will love it too. So you are as sweet and cuddle as this every day, darling? You must feel so dainty and girly, playing with your dolls and dressing so nicely. I love your pink shoes and pretty anklets. You must write to me again sometime when you have seen more pictures and stories in the Wendyhouse, to tell me what you like most of all. This is Stephanie, Petal's Mistress and Mommy. It is past time that I wrote to you and thank you for encouraging Petal to be her true self. Two holidays ago, my mother started giving me gifts I would actually wear: a pin-striped blazer, a men’s wallet, and even a skinny tie. Gone were the multicolored miniskirts of yore. After the festivities wound down, I asked her what prompted the change. The picture she painted drew out the strong maternal feelings in the other three women. A husband dangling helplessly in sissy baby clothes, crying pitiably in front of laughing women. Their appetites were up and they couldn't wait. "Oh Jayne," cried Trinny, her crimson lips quivering as she spoke, "shall we bring in Thomas... I can't wait to see him being put into his baby frame."It's time for a story, darling, brought on by Pansy Raelene's letter. It's a Prim story, inspired by a lovely picture from Curtus. They all made themselves comfortable around him. "We can see whose baby he is, can't we?" giggled Eleanor, "with Mother-in-Law's panties and dress, and Mummy's panties too." Here's a new sweetheart for the Wendyhouse: it's Julie from Paris, who simply adores making herself more feminine in pretty sundresses.