The abuse some boys experience while trying to express their femininity can be very cruel and permanently emasculate them. Teasing and humiliation are powerful forces, and a woman who knows how to use these tools for her own ends can very successfully control males. She can push an impressionable boy into a pit he'll never get out of and forever keep him right where she wants him.

But even women who do not have this special knowledge often do things like that naturally. They have an inner sense about such things. Probably stemming from years of being treated like second-class citizens, females need to periodically feel superior to males by cutting them down to size, and feminizing a male is fun and a great way to do it. Little boys are especially easy prey.

Years ago, before I became a member of our Society, my best friend Julie had a toddler son, who started wearing her jewelry and his sister's clothes. Secretly, Julie loved the feminine streak in her son, but she wanted to protect him from the cruelty of other children, so she persuaded him not to go outside like that. Well, little Bradley became increasingly feminine in his ways, and he even begged his mother to buy him ruffled panties like his younger sister wore.

The day Julie bought him three pairs of fancy rhumba panties, she told her husband. She was amazed at how upset he became, but she also enjoyed seeing him squirm, fearing for his son's masculinity. Julie realized that having a sissy son was a huge threat to her husband's own masculinity. She gained an appreciation of just how fragile that big strong thing we call masculinity actually is. Her husband flatly refused to let the boy wear those panties, but Bradley became so inconsolable and made such a fuss that he finally gave in, but not before he berated his son and practically disowned him.

Well, little Bradley wore those panties every day and was as happy as he could be. Julie always laughed about how he was always sticking his hands down the front of his pants or up under the leg of his shorts to luxuriate in the silky fabric of his panties. The dreamy expression on the kid's face said it all. Then one day his oldest sister took him to the park. Some older boys saw the lace on his panties peeking out of his shorts and made fun of him. They held him down, took off his shorts and paraded him around in front of all the kids on the playground. They wouldn't give him his shorts back and his sister had to take him home that way, with the kids following behind, making fun of him and calling him names like sissy and girly-boy every step of the way.