I was the 4th son in a family in a rural southern Texas town. By the time I was 7, mother noticed I was really very effeminate.  I just liked to play with the girls & hated getting dirty & playing rough with the boys I knew. I was 8 years younger than my next oldest brother & was ignored by all except my mother. She took a special interest in me.

Mother one day asked me the question:  "Timothy dear, would you like to be Mommy's sissy?  I will speak to your father & brothers & explain to them you are special & would like to do girl things & help Mother out in the house & learn to sew & cook. You will still be a boy outside our house as much as possible. I will speak to all the mothers in the town & explain to them as well. Their rough boys will not harm you or tease you. The other mothers will know about you being my sissy boy & all will be fine."

I broke down & cried right there. Oh Mommy, can I wear pretty clothes too?"

"Yes, dearie, but not all the time.

A month later, Mrs. Young called & asked to speak with me. "Hello Timothy.  My daughter Heather is having a birthday party in 2 weeks & would like you to come. There will be no boys; so we thought you might like to come as a pretty little girl. Talk with your mommy & see if it's OK.

The next Saturday Mother & I took a long drive to Houston. We pulled up outside a store called 'The Sweet Young Miss'.

"Well Timothy, I brought you here to get your party outfit for next Saturday."

As we went into the store, 3 ladies came up to us. "Hello Timothy - your mother told us to expect you. I am Mrs. Graham. This is Miss Jacobs & Miss Hightower. They will help us too.  We know that some boys like you like to dress up fancy in girl's clothes. We think it is sweet. Just last week we had a darling boy in here. He was so pretty."

My mother was beaming. "Timothy, these 3 nice ladies will get you started. They know just what a little lady needs for a party these days. I'll be back in an hour & see how you are doing. Mrs. Graham has taken care of several sissies over the past 20 years. She is so kind." She kissed me.

I spent the next 30 minutes in heaven as I tried on dress after dress. We chose a white confection with pink trimmings.

"Now Timothy, let's pick out your party slip.  It has to be as pretty as the dress."  I held my arms up & the ladies draped the prettiest garment I'd ever seen over me. It caressed my chest & the fluffy skirts bounced on my legs.

The bodice had little rows of fine lace with chiffon flounces & 3 bows. The 4 tiered skirt had a dropped waist. Alternating pink & white rows of lace covered me. I felt like crying, but held back. I twirled & swished my hips to get the skirt to simmer. The ladies giggled & sighed.

"Oh, Timothy, you know how to show off your slip!! Oh Timothy, you are so darling. Take off your underpants & Miss Hightower will help you on with your sweet panties."  She held them up & showed me.

Alternating rows of pink & white lace covered the front & back. Rows of rosettes & bows marched on the leg opening with delicate fine lace. They sparkled in the lights. My knees buckled. As the fancy pants enveloped my bottom, I broke down in tears of joy.

Just then Mother came in & all the ladies had a good cry. "Thank you, Mrs. Graham, for making Timothy into such a lovely young Miss."

Needless to say, accessories like the anklets; lace gloves, shoes, satin hat & purse were added. Where Mother got the blond ring curls wig I never knew. Perfume was the finishing touch. Tears again.

Next Saturday came & Heather & the other girls greeted me as one of them. All the mothers just fawned over me. I had to show at least 4 ladies my slip & panties. They were very impressed. Mother had spent top dollar for me & it showed. Only the prissy Linda Lake had an outfit as nice as mine. Mrs. Carlton said she was going to see if her "sissy son" would come next year.

I wish every Poufbunny could have have had such a sweet mother.  It wasn't easy for her to have a "sissy boy" in the house. More than once she took a lot of criticism for it.  Strange as it may seem, a sissy was generally accepted if he was honest about it. I never wore dresses in public places.

Now days I only go out dressed in chiffon cocktail & special occasion dresses.  Elegant 50's lingerie of course. My gentlemen callers prefer a sophisticated lady.

That 1st slip at the little girls shop remains the best of all. I feel a tear. Oh my.