I am very sorry that, apart from the delightful letter from Mrs. J.N. of Kent about Baby Sandra's upbringing and training, there have not been many letters recently on the subject of Petticoat and Diaper Discipline.
 
From long experience -- first with Bobby, my brother, when my mother put him in girls' clothes, including delicate slips and lace panties, and later in complete baby clothes for several years because of continued naughty behavior and since then with my husband, I can certainly testify personally to the effectiveness of such treatment.
 
My brother was ten and I was nine when mother first introduced this form of discipline, and I can remember clearly even now his horror and disgust when he was put into a dear little pink organdy baby frock, a frilly white lace petticoat and big nylon panties with big white ruffles covering his bottom that refused to stay unnoticed beneath his short dress. At first, he was spared the humiliation of baby clothes, but they came later along with my suggestion he be put into diapers, but right from the start, his pretty little rhumba panties with their lace frilled legs constantly tickled his legs -- he complained constantly about the irritation -- were a sufficient blow to his masculine ego to reduce him almost overnight from a swaggering bully and braggart to a docile and obedient sissified little boy.
 
To my great delight mother allowed me to take an active part in his training, no doubt reasoning he would feel the humiliation of his position even more keenly with his younger sister in charge of him. It was my job to see he kept himself and his clothes clean and tidy and behaved in keeping with his childish attire, and I was allowed to dress and undress my little girl and sometimes baby brother.