Fairy

 
If you ever get to hear Miss D you will remember her lovely intelligent voice, her precise diction, and the startling way she can playfully reach for a higher octave or adjust her cadences. Sometimes Miss D is able to make Panties’ head turn pink with a single word (reins) or by the dragging on a word rhythmically, almost hypnotically. As when she was impressing on Panties exactly how she thinks of Panties’ transformation (another word she flicks like a sabre):

....underneath those collared shirts and thick shoes and socks, you-are-a-trans-ves-tite. You-wear-panties. People see you and don’t realize you are wearing a costume, but they sense it. Even when you are dressed normally as a woman, you are not quite dressing as in female clothes, normally.

Then, commenting after reading the entry for November 1 (and unaware even, of the fairy wings hanging in the back of Panties' closet) detailing Panties’ dilemma on Halloween, noting how special Panties must feel wearing a costume all the other days of the year:

Didn’t you dress in your m*n costume for Halloween? How cute. So you didn’t get to go out as Tinkerbell, or a tampon or a flagrant transvestite?

There was a thoughtful pause and then she said slowly, and with amusement:

I think that can be arranged. You’d be embarrassed to have to go out as Tinkerbell without a valid reason. The valid reason of course being I ordered you to do so. Where could you go as Tinkerbell? Hmmm. Maybe we can send you out with a basket of fairy dust and flowers. You could go up to women and ask them for a date. Wouldn’t that be fun? After (a day out as Tinkerbell), you’d be happy to go home and dress normally and do my work....

Day 7

 
Miss C: “When you go in the ladies room, sometimes you’ll see a skirt or underwear hanging to dry. This means some lady was not expecting her time of the month.” Of course, strawberry jam is a little easier to rinse out than blood.

Day 6

 
Most girls are spotting or finished by now, but Panties still is a little startled to see this when she sits to pee.

Day 5

 

Miss C sat Panties down for a lecture much like girls hear from their mothers, all about feminine hygiene, but with an occasional sharp elbow (such as her directive for Panties to experience an accident while out and about, and constant references to “your period,” “your cycle,” “your cramps,” “your feminine needs,” as well as the obvious implications in her having Panties sit quietly and submit to such an extensive one-way talk). Panties learned all about tampons, applicators and non-applicator, as well as organic brands and extra-green options, such as sea sponges. Panties was assigned a book about ancient historical practices where women were consigned to a red tent to menstruate onto straw which was changed by the young people of the clan. Miss C also showed Panties various menstrual cups (internal catch-devices), showing her how a one-use brand folds for insertion, holding it under a trickle of water so Panties could see and hear its capacity. She asked Panties to purchase one so she could have her own manual routine, filling, emptying, regularly and rinsing her own menstrual device each month. Miss D came in and suggested Panties stock up on a full line of menstrual products including heat pad and medications so to make her as knowledgeable about her body as any woman.

Dresses, Makeup and Lingerie

 
Panties has added one new shopping venue to her favorites, which curiously, seem to be looking much the same as Miss D’s. Panties is getting offers from Calvin Klein, Sephora, Mario Badescu, and Miss D’s very favorite dress store. She also felt a little pang when she opened her mail box to find the latest Victoria’s Secret catalog, giving her something in common with how many women around the world with an interest in pretty lingerie.

Nightie

 
Most of the world’s best sleepers wear nighties. If you ask around, you will find nightgown-wearers more often reporting a good-night’s sleep. (Compare with sleepers in coarser outfits.) Panties has added a pretty red nightie to her favorite three. This one is red nylon, full length, and complicated with a lacy diaphanous panel at the bust. It’s second-hand so it has that soft, thin, silkiness which new nightgowns rarely have. Worn with panties it stains your dreams and reddens the next morning and into the afternoon, at least.

Portrait of a Sissy

 

Panties remembers how Miss J (Miss Jessica, as opposed to Miss J, who Panties is friends with) used to use her powerful phone to photograph Panties in every sissy pose. Sometimes to make a point, she would send Panties an image of her standing in women’s clothes, without makeup or wig at at chic boutique, or fully visible in her pink bikini. Panties was constantly aware of her camera phone filling up with her in skirts, lingerie, and leotards, which Miss Jessica would use to gently and not-so-gently demonstrate her authority. Once, in a café, Panties dared refuse one of her more unreasonable orders. Miss Jessica simply disappeared into the boutique across the street. Panties’ phone rang and was told Miss Jessica was about to send several of her “prettiest photos” to several of Panties’ friends and acquaintances. Panties had to beg Miss Jessica (in a high voice, loudly so that the girls at the neighboring table could hear) for her to return so that Panties could show her respect and obedience. Recently Panties left Miss D a voice mail complaining generally about her sissification. Soon after her phone lit up with an image of Panties getting her eyebrows done by a pretty girl. Panties hadn’t even noticed Miss D nearby, silently taking the photo.