Life as Alicia’s princess required a bit more adjustment than I expected. Mainly because I never thought it through very carefully. Be that as it may, I’m very happy that Alicia adopted me the way she did. I feel closer to her each day. I’m free to be a princess as much as I want. As promised, we went to several dress shops in the area and she bought me the prettiest princess gowns. I now have three gowns in different shades of pink, and one in a light pastel blue and one in a pale yellow. It never gets tiring to flit through the house in a gown feeling like a princess!

The part of my new life that took the most getting used to was abandoning my job in biological research in favor of maintaining our home. I’ve learned how to do the laundry, how to clean, and – most challenging of all – learned how to cook. For the latter Alicia signed me up to several cooking classes at the local community college. So far I’ve learned recipes for French, Indian, and Mexican cooking. To be able to go to class, Alicia bought me a number of simple dresses, skirts, and girl jeans since cooking in a princess gown would be insanity! The dresses she bought are also good to wear when I’m mopping the floors or cleaning the bathrooms and kitchen.

Alicia has encouraged me to take an interest in ladies fashion so I have become an avid reader of her magazine and those of her competitors. All in all I keep reasonably busy though sometimes I wish I had a side interest in which I could invest time. It could be an organization that does something useful for society. I’m thinking about it.

If you’re wondering if I miss Naomi, the answer is yes. But that isn’t sufficient reason to wish that I were back with her. We loved each other for sure but she loved only the part of myself that I showed her. When I showed her the rest of me – my need to cross-dress and the princess within me – her love for me eroded. I don’t blame her for that at all – she deserves the chance to be in love with a man for whom she loves all the pieces.

Fortunately, Alicia loves every part of me. Even though she’s a big-time executive she’s also down to earth and fun loving. She has an amazing appetite for sex which I do my best to fulfill. She adores seeing me in my princess costumes and watching me mince about as a pretty girl. It’s an interesting fact – that she and I have discussed at length – that my secret desire to be a princess rose to prominence at the same time that her secret desire to take on a princess as her lover became her obsession. It’s one reason why her marriage ended. Her husband fit the masculine archetype that she wanted in her youth. But as time went on, she had to admit that her dream was to have a man that was the antithesis of masculine. A male princess became her fantasy lover. How wonderful it would be to have a man who craved wearing ball gowns and feminizing himself.

After living with me for a few months, Alicia came to see that her decision to take me on as her princess was the smartest thing she had ever done. Life is wonderful. I concentrate on being beautiful as well as helpful around the house. I’m always available to fulfill her sexual needs. One of the nicest things is that I’m always cheerful. Wearing pretty dresses has a profound effect on my happiness that doesn’t seem to be waning.

The turn of events in Alicia’s domestic life naturally made her wonder if other women might benefit knowing of her experience. Though she has never spoken on the subject of male princesses with her women friends, she has a suspicion that at least some of them might be envious of the way things have turned out for her. Her evidence so far is sketchy – mainly, the expressions on the faces of several women whom she invited for a cocktail party at the house. For that occasion she had bought me a cute cocktail waitress dress and I dispensed drinks to the ladies. The women thought I was adorable and Alicia was sure that some of the women looked at me longingly – as if revealing that they had a hidden desire to have a man like me under their control the way Alicia did.

Alicia got a special thrill watching me among the group of powerful women. I was clearly intimidated by them. Anyone of her associates could have broken me in two emotionally if they had wanted to. I seemed so fragile and anxious to please that it made Alicia’s heart clench with love for me. Yes, this would be exactly the wonderful tonic that many women would love to have if they only knew it existed. Alicia decided that night that she would instruct Naomi to delve into this subject. Perhaps the magazine could publish an expose on male princesses like me? Have a reporter and photographer follow me around for a day or two and show the world the possibilities?

Shortly thereafter Alicia said that Naomi would be joining us for dinner at a fancy restaurant for a business meeting. I wore a stunning black evening dress that Alicia said was appropriate. I hadn’t seen Naomi for quite some time. In the interim under Alicia’s guidance I had perfected many female mannerisms. The necessary training worked out well because of Alicia’s commitment to femininizing me. She spent countless hours showing me how to have female gestures and thoughts.

The truth is that I was scared as hell to see Naomi for fear that she’d harbor regrets for ever having loved me. Fortunately, that wasn’t the case. From the get-go she was thrilled to find out how well I had acclimated to life as a princess.

In fact, Naomi said, “To see you so happy and fulfilled as a princess brings me great joy.”

“I’m so happy you feel that way,” I said. “I’ve never fully gotten out from under my guilt.”

“Pshaw, Greg. You never meant to hurt me. Besides, I have a new love in my life – Carl, who’s a beautiful specimen of manhood!”

“I’m happy for you!” I said. It was certainly true that I wasn’t a beautiful specimen of manhood. I wasn’t any specimen at all judging by the beautiful dress I was wearing.

“The reason for this meeting,” Alicia said, “is that the magazine under Naomi’s editorship would like to print a feature article – in fact, the cover article – on the subject of male princesses. The article will be based largely on you.”

“On me?”

“Yes, Greg,” Alicia said. “Naomi will assign one of her best writers and a photographer to follow you around for a day or two observing the life of a princess. So it will be quite specific to your circumstances but your name will not be used. It will also be replete with pictures of you that avoid showing your face. What do you say? Would you like that?”

“I’m wondering why you want to do this?” I said.

“I should explain,” Naomi said. “We suspect that there are many men like you living lives of quiet frustration. They wish to be princesses but aren’t with women that encourage them. Just like the situation was with you and me. At the same time, there are many women like Alicia, for instance, who secretly covet having their husband or boyfriend be a princess but are stuck with men that aren’t so inclined. The magazine article we propose should open everyone’s eyes to the possibility of uniting male princesses with the women who want to be their wife, girlfriend, or even dominatrix. In other words, we hope that the happiness that you and Alicia have can spread to other couples.”

“So what do you say?” Alicia asked me.

“You think it’s okay if I do it?” I asked her.

“The business side of me is sure that it’s going to be a smash hit for the magazine. The personal side of me is a bit concerned about how exposed you’ll be. I know how delicate you are – both emotionally and physically – I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. So the question is how brave can you be my lovely princess?”

Naomi and Alicia stared at me smiling waiting for my answer. I looked into their eyes and said, “You said it would be anonymous?”

“Yes, but people might write nasty letters about what they read. That could rattle your equanimity.”

“I don’t have to read them, do I?”

Alicia laughed. “Of course not.”

“Well,” I said, “my highest priority is to make the two of you happy. If you’d like me to agree then I will.”

“Excellent,” Alicia said.

“Thank you, Greg,” Naomi said. “This will be a super fun project and I’m sure you’ll never regret doing it.”

“I’ll look forward to being interviewed!”

“That’s my sweetie!” Alicia said.

***

Two months later the article came out:

The Male Princess by Carol Sumpter. Photography by Fred Frick.

Editor’s note: Names in this article have been changed to protect the privacy of the interviewees.

While some boys want to grow up to be astronauts, or firemen, or cowboys, Henri dreamed of becoming a princess. As a preteen watching movies like Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty he fell in love with the pretty gowns the princesses wore. That led to wishing he could be them! He wished he could be a comely princess in a beautiful gown, with beautiful hair and makeup, lovely shoes, and a tiara in his hair.

As Henri grew older his desire to be a princess broadened out to a desire to be feminine, but he had few outlets to express it – think of his mom’s clothes but we’ll get to that later. Fast forward almost twenty years and Henri is living his dream. He’s a princess who spends his days wearing gorgeous dresses and expressing every bit of his innate femininity. Henri has graciously let us into his world so he can share his experience with everyone. He hopes that his story can be an inspiration to all those who struggle to be themselves in the face of convention, prejudice, and bigotry. Ultimately this article is about humanizing Henri. He may be a male princess but he is also a human being just like everyone else.

Clothes!

Perhaps the most striking thing about Henri is revealed in his extensive clothes closet. He has five pretty gowns and counting! His partner, Clara, who is his benefactor, gives Henri the opportunity to be a full-time princess. Clara seeks to satisfy Henri’s passion for girly clothes while he takes care of her domestic needs. Clara has promised Henri a new gown every year on his birthday. He might be a thirty-five-year-old man, but if you saw the excitement in Henri’s eyes at the thought that he’d be getting a new ball gown you’d know what pure joy is!

(Accompanying photos show me wearing two different pink gowns and my blue gown. In the first photo I’m holding up my skirts and laughing, the second I’m standing in the doorway of our home looking demure, and in the third photo I’m sitting on the sofa with my skirts spread around me. In each photo, my hair and the angle of my body and head obscure my face.) Caption: Henri in his favorite pink gowns and his blue gown. He says one can never have enough crinolines and the photos prove the point!

For many of you ladies – those who appreciate sexy lingerie – Henri’s bra and panty drawer would be the talk of the town. I can’t remember seeing so many pink, lacy, and flowery bras all in one location. His panty drawer is the same way! Most of the bras are 38DD though Henri also has some 38A cup bras. Those are for the days that Clara wants Henri to be a preteen – daughter, niece, neighborhood girl, it doesn’t matter. Henri stressed that obedience to Clara is one of the main hallmarks of their happy time together. When Clara says it’s A cup time, then it’s A cup time! Henri confides that he enjoys both being a young girl in an A cup bra and being a sexy princess in a DD cup bra.

Henri’s fashion tip 1: Having only to choose bras by bandwidth allows you to use cup size as a fashion statement. Let your daily mood decide how big or small you should be!

Henri’s extensive lingerie collection goes well beyond bras and panties. Clara delights in seeing Henri in girdles both open-bottom and panty. She also dresses him in corsets and bodysuits. His stocking collection is sophisticated and sexy. A pretty slip or camisole is also part of Henri’s repertoire. Almost as soon as Henri moved in with Clara she insisted that they find a signature scent for his lingerie drawer. Now, a subtle, erotic scent wafts from the drawers. You guessed it, the scent is Princess by Vera Wang.

Henri’s fashion tip 2: Even though girdles don’t have a great reputation for being comfortable, if you enjoy them for their femininity then they’re an awful lot of fun to wear.

(Accompanying photos show me in a bra and panty, in a girdle, bra, and stockings, in a bodysuit and stockings, and in a panty and corset.) Caption: If Henri doesn’t have the cutest figure! He reminds us girls how much delight we can take in our lingerie if only we celebrate our femininity! Only those who don’t live on a mountain are awed by the vista. Keep that in mind!

Clara has fully accessorized Henri to fit in with his cute clothes. He has a marvelous collection of handbags, scarves, and ladies gloves. His shoes range from flats to stiletto heels. He has sexy shoulder-length hair and an extensive makeup collection. No less than a dozen shades of lipstick. He has several bracelets, necklaces, and many earrings for his pierced ears.

(Photos of my leg with ankle bracelet, my wrist with bracelet, and my favorite earrings.) Caption: Henri shows off the delicate ankle and wrist bracelets that Clara bought for him on their one hundredth day together. Henri is partial to dangly earrings.

Henri has no men’s clothes anymore. Why would a princess need men’s clothes? Being a princess is who he is. As he emphasized it’s not a game. It’s reality!

Playtime!

To see Clara and Henri together is to see a delightfully happy couple. On the afternoon I interviewed them, Clara had on a tailored business suit and Henri put on one of his three pink ball gowns. It was comical to see them sitting together on the sofa with Henri’s skirts piled up high and overflowing onto Clara. But that was part of the fun. Henri can’t help but be a dainty, sexy, ingenue, always ready to do Clara’s bidding. One can say that Henri brings the fairyland within which he lives into his real life with Clara.

Playtime is Clara’s idea. Depending on her mood she organizes different activities for Henri to participate in. They can be outdoor games such as badminton, for which she bought Henri a cute, short, white dress under which he wears a sports bra. She’s taken Henri bowling with her and a couple of her women friends. Some of her favorite activities with Henri involve acting out love scenes. A favorite is an older woman seducing a young girl. Sometimes Clara dresses up as a man and seduces Henri who’s playing the part of an innocent girl. In another game, Henri plays the part of a boy that Clara coerces into being a princess.

Clara stresses that many of the games are teaching moments for Henri. Teaching him how to be a better princess but also sometimes providing opportunities for him to learn about himself. Activities that help Henri get in touch with his inner girl are priorities for Clara.

Considering how his preteen years set him off on his quest to be a princess, Clara has provided Henri with opportunities to reenact that era of his life. This is where his A cup bra is useful in allowing him to be a young version of his princess self. In his gowns he’s absolutely adorable Clara confides. Under Clara’s watchful supervision she invites several local preteen girls to play with Henri in a playroom she has furnished with toys young girls like to play with. This includes an elaborate Victorian doll house, dolls in pretty dresses, even some Barbies. A hula hoop, a toy oven, even a karaoke machine.

Clara has found that Henri’s time pretending to be a child unleashes a range of hidden emotions and desires that underlay his princess obsession. Henri is the first to admit that playing Barbies with a group of girls wearing their own princess dresses takes him back to his formative time and has helped him see why he loves being a princess.

Initially Henri was shy and even intimidated by the girls – they knew so much more about Barbies and dollhouses than he did. Clara had to intervene to soothe his tears and ask the girls to please not tease Henri for his ignorance about Barbies. After serving them milk and cookies and encouraging the girls to include Henri in their story telling, the girls patiently taught him how to play with dolls and he ended up fitting in comfortably with them. It amused Clara to observe Henri playing intently with the girls, oblivious to anything other than his dolly and those of the other girls.

Of course Henri and Clara spend most of their playtime as adults. Invariably when these two love birds play one of their romantic games it leads to passionate lovemaking. Whether Clara plays the part of an older woman, a man, or a dominatrix it coordinates beautifully with Henri’s naturally submissive nature. He fits the role of innocent princess to perfection.

On a couple of occasions Clara has invited men of her acquaintance to spend the evening with Henri. She says there’s nothing more effective in spurring Henri’s feminine side than to force him to be a princess swept off her feet by a Prince Charming. For these evenings Clara leaves Henri alone with his prince. It’s up to him to see if he can use his feminine guile to his advantage -whatever that might be! There is nothing that better brings out the contrast between men and women than putting them together on the same love seat!

Henri shared that he especially enjoyed his evenings with men who were gentlemen. The ones who took time to get to know him and appreciate his many fine princess-like qualities. They may sit side by side sharing a nice conversation and sipping wine. The aggressive men who angle to find ways of groping him he doesn’t care for – though he likes how it forces him to think like a woman as he fends off their advances.

Why?

Why does Henri want to be a princess? Why does Clara want her man to be a princess? These are natural questions to ask. It could be that there is no answer but one doesn’t know that unless one asks.

Let’s consider Clara first. In her case she traces her desire for a male princess to the night she accidentally witnessed a role-playing game by her parents. It was long after her bedtime. She was ten years old and had awakened hungry and was going to get a snack of raisins from the kitchen. She noticed that the door to her parents’ bedroom was slightly ajar. Through the doorway she saw her mother wearing leather thigh high boots, no panties, a leather corset, and mask. She was holding a whip in one hand and her father was on his hands and knees, a leather collar around his throat with a leash being held by his mom’s other hand.

To Clara’s surprise her dad was wearing panties and a bra. Fascinated, she watched as her mom whipped his rear end while pointing to a frothy pink dress lying on the bed. Her dad seemed to be protesting in some way, but her mom hit him harder and pointed insistently at the dress. Finally her dad threw up his hands, rose to his feet, and put the dress on. Alicia wondered why her dad’s panties were poking out at the front. It seemed strange. When he had the dress on her mom zipped him up. She then sat down in a chair and her dad dropped to his knees and put his face between her legs. Her mom seemed to be squirming for reasons she couldn’t understand. Eventually Clara got her raisins and went back to sleep. It was clear to her that adults were bizarre. Why in the world would her mom want her dad wearing a cute party dress?

Some years later, long after Clara had forgotten about what she had seen, she came across an article about BDSM and the memory of that strange night with her parents rocketed back into her memory. Holy shit! She finally understood! Her mom and dad were into BDSM.

The next time she visited her parents she recounted what she had seen that night. Her parents laughed and said, “Guilty as charged!” The truth was her mom still got off on forcing her dad to wear dresses. Her dad, for his part, adored her mom and was happy to accommodate her fantasies. When Clara and her mom were alone, her mom confided in her: “Your dad actually loves wearing dresses but he’s shy about admitting it to anyone except me.”

From that day forward Clara realized that she wanted in on the same kind of marriage that her parents had. Clara’s husband had no interest in participating in her intimate fantasies but was amicable to a divorce to give her a chance to meet the kind of man she really wanted to be with. A man who would be subservient to her and thankful for the opportunity to serve her. For Clara, the old memory of her dad in a pink dress assumed titanic proportions in her imagination and she realized that her soulmate would be a man princess.

Let’s now consider Henri’s story. His best friend since first grade was a girl, Betty. They often played together in her bedroom where he grew fond of the feminine ambience. Moreover Betty took the lead in the games they played. She called the shots and Henri was happy to go along with whatever she wanted to do.

When Henri was ten, Betty moved away breaking his heart. Without a best friend and too shy to assert himself he spiraled into a lonely despondent place. His mom made it her mission to comfort him and assure him that he’d soon make new friends. Many an evening Henri spent weeping, his face pressed against his mom’s warm bosom as she stroked his hair and held him tightly. It was at one of those times that it occurred to Henri that he could pretend he was Betty. In some small way that could plug the hole in his heart.

To be Betty was to be a girl and if he was to be Betty then he had to dress like a girl. He then began exploring his mom’s clothes. It was instant love. He felt overcome with happiness at the thought of having a connection to his mom through her clothing. It became a wonderful secret that he carried within himself. Even if his mom didn’t know that they were sharing her clothes, he felt an intimate connection nonetheless. With some trepidation Henri tried on his mom’s panties, then her bras, which led to her girdles and slips and finally dresses.

Then, after seeing how beautiful Cinderella was at the ball, Henri realized that being a princess was ultimately what he was aiming for. It would unite together everything he wanted in perfect harmony. It would allow him to be feminine, to be dressed in the prettiest clothing, to be appreciated for his beauty. He used his allowance to secretly buy a picture book about princesses from all over the world and he spent many hours poring over the pages imagining that he was each of the girls depicted in the drawings.

From then on until he left for college, Henri took advantage of whatever opportunities he had to wear his mom’s clothes. In college, he lost his virginity, had some girlfriends and his hunger to be a princess faded to the back of his mind.

A woman he met at a pizzeria became his wife and despite ten years of marital bliss – during which time he secretly cross-dressed – as middle age approached Henri became restless. After much soul searching he realized that the only way he’d ever feel whole as a person was if he could be a princess. How many of us elevate our youthful crushes and passions to a unique and special place in our heart? We are then steered inevitably toward feelings that cannot be ignored. For Henri this meant that he had to take any opportunity to be a princess that came along. When Clara offered him one, he took it.

The Future!

Clara asked Henri to marry her and he accepted. A fall wedding is planned. Henri says that it’s been torture for him thinking about his wedding dress. Besides the fact that he has to wait a few months before Clara will take him to the bridal shop, he already knows that he’ll have such a hard time deciding which dress he wants. In the meantime his ex-wife agreed to be his maid of honor. Clara’s brother will be the best man.

Future plans also include a baby or two or three. Henri gets choked up thinking about how he can be a mother to Clara’s children. Just another wonderful benefit of being a princess.

To all those wannabe male princesses and all those women who wish the man in their life was a princess we hope this article provides you with the inspiration to live your dream. Henri and Clara show that it’s possible. With some luck and determination you too might succeed in being or finding the princess in your life. Let us hear your thoughts on male princesses! Henri and Clara will be only too happy to answer your questions and offer their recommendations on how you can find your way into their lifestyle.

***

“I’m so impressed by the article,” I said to Alicia after reading it.

“Not least of which is the many cute pictures of you.”

“As you said, in none of them is my face recognizable.”

“The point of the article wasn’t to make you or me into celebrities! My fondest hope is that other princesses and the women who adore them will get together.”

“That would be nice,” I said. “There’s one thing the article reminded me about.”

“What’s that, dear?”

“I’d love to meet your parents!”

Alicia laughed, “Yes, of course. I think the time is right. It will be fun to put you and my dad together – the two princesses. My mom and I will find it ever so amusing.”

***

A week later Alicia and I went to visit her parents. I was unsure what I should wear, but Alicia chose for me. “Let’s do full princess Greg. Why hold back? I told my mom that she should dress my dad in his princess dress. It will be beyond cute to have you two girls together for some pictures.”

“From everything you’ve said about your dad I think he and I should hit it off.”

I sat in the passenger seat in one of my pink gowns. I had become adept at managing my voluminous skirts. Walking in stiletto heels was now effortless and graceful. I felt great confidence in my ability to be strictly feminine in all gestures and speech. The boy or man in me had been exorcised. It was a wonderfully liberating feeling to know they weren’t going to rear their ugly head again.

At Alicia’s parent’s house, her mom, Evelyn, was over-the-top excited to meet me. “Shame on you Alicia,” she said, “you never told me how pretty Greg is. I love his dress, his shoes. Oh and what gorgeous hair.”

“He’s all princess mom.”

“I can see that. Welcome Greg!”

“Thank you,” I said.

Evelyn added, “And Greg has such a lovely figure!”

“He’s wearing a DD cup bra, mom. I also have A cup bras for him on the days I want him to be a young princess!”

“How very clever of you. As you can see, your dad wears C cup bras. I always thought that was enough for him. Come here Brad.”

Alicia’s dad, Brad, shyly stepped forward to shake my hand. He was fully decked out in a poufy gown and wearing an elegant wig. “So nice to meet you, Greg,” he said. “You truly are so pretty in that dress.”

“I love your dress too,” I said.

Brad laughed, “It is nice but I can’t take credit for it. Evelyn makes me wear dresses that she chooses. It’s part of our marriage, isn’t it dear?”

Evelyn laughed, “Yes it is, Brad! It pleases me that Alicia has discovered the same kind of marital dynamic that Brad and I have shared all these years. A woman firmly in control of her husband. She knows how to keep him enthralled by his innate need for subservience. In Greg’s case it is so sweet that he always wants to be a princess.”

“That’s true. I wanted to grow up to be a princess and I did,” I said.

“Marvelous!”

“Dad’s a princess too, isn’t he?” Alicia said to her mom.

“Yes, and not just because I mostly prefer dressing him as a princess. He’s come to love being a princess even though he didn’t have that as an ambition growing up. Am I right?”

“Yes, I love being your princess.”

Brad and I smiled and looked at each other. We knew that neither of us would be able to contradict anything that was being said. I wanted to be a princess for Alicia with all my heart and soul. I would do anything to make sure that never changed. Clearly, Brad felt the same way.

“I want to take some pictures of daddy with Greg,” Alicia said. “The two princesses together.”

“Good idea,” Evelyn said. She seated Brad and me on a sofa side by side. Our skirts competing for space on the cushions. “Hold hands.”

Brad and I held hands and coyly looked into the camera as Evelyn and Alicia each took many pictures.

***

After dinner, Evelyn tied large aprons to Brad and me and retired to the living room while we cleaned up the dishes and kitchen.

“How did you come to like being a princess,” I asked Brad.

“It was never a question as to whether or not I liked being a princess. Evelyn was the one who dressed me as a princess.”

“Then how did that start?” I asked.

Brad laughed. “It’s a strange story. I haven’t told it to anybody. It all started the day we were married. That night we were going to have sex for the first time,. I was unbelievably excited about finally losing my virginity, when Edith said, “We can have sex if you beg for it – on your hands and knees. If you aren’t sincere then don’t bother.”

“It was kind of amazing, Greg. Evelyn grabbed the upper hand. It was as if she knew that by doing that I would forever be subservient to her. You know the saying from Alexander Pope that ‘As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.’ She had taken control and something inside me told me that I’d never win against such a strong-willed dominant woman. So I dropped to my knees, held my hands as if saying a prayer, and begged Evelyn to have sex with me. She must have kept me begging for a few minutes before she said okay. After that time she never gave up control. As time went on she kept on increasing the hoops I had to jump through in order to have sex with her. She might handcuff me or bind my legs. She put gags in my mouth. She began dressing me up as a girl. I could complain I suppose but I knew that at the end of the day we were going to end up having one hell of a great fuck, if you know what I mean.”

“I do, I do,” I said. “Making love to Alicia as her princess has got to be the greatest possible thrill a man can have.”

“I agree one hundred percent.”

“This is nice, meeting a fellow princess,” I said.

“I agree. One thing I took away from your article was the idea that there are probably many men like us and women like Evelyn and Alicia that don’t have a way of meeting each other. Maybe your article can help inspire someone to facilitate that.”

“I guess what we need is a clearinghouse where princesses can meet women who are looking for a princess.”

“If there’s a need, I suppose it will happen,” Brad said.

“I hope so.”

***

In the weeks after the article appeared the magazine was inundated with letters from men who wanted to be princesses and women seeking princesses. It was an amazing response. Many of the letters sought information on how they could meet someone with this shared interest. Alicia came to me and said, “You were looking for something to occupy yourself that would do the world some good – I have the perfect project that you can help me with.”

“Wonderful! What is it?”

“The many letters we received about our magazine article suggest that the women who are looking for a princess might like to have a place where they could go to meet them.”

“That’s what Brad and I were talking about!” I said, interrupting Alicia.

“Good. We’re on the same page. I envision a club – say the Princess Club – where men who want to be princesses would go in the hope that one of the women in the club selects them to be their princess.”

“What an incredible idea!” I said.

“You understand that the club is run by women for women. They are the adults in the room that can be trusted to organize the meetings, pay for a venue, refreshments, and so on. I see the club as similar to a mother’s play group – you know when several moms get together with their babies and talk and exchange ideas while the kids play with each other. In the Princess Club, the women with princesses can bring them to show them off and have them play with each other. Women that have yet to get a princess can meet the princess wannabe’s that show up at the meeting.”

“I love it!” I said. “I can meet some other princesses and we can play together. I wonder if any of them would also like to play with Barbies. It’ll definitely be fun to compare notes on our clothes, our makeup and everything else!”

“I’m also thinking that the women in the club could organize some helpful classes for the princesses.”

“Classes?” I asked.

“For example, a class on curtseying, or walking in heels. I can think of many possibilities. A class on nail polish, makeup, how to match skirts and blouses.” Alicia laughed, “Even classes on menstruation, nursing and caring for babies could be useful.”

“Menstruation?”

“You know, the princesses can help their women during their periods – change their pads or tampons.”

“Do you need help with your periods?” I asked.

“Of course I can take care of my menstrual flow by myself, but I wouldn’t mind if you took a more active role in it. You can take out my tampons and fetch me new ones. That kind of thing.”

“I’d be happy to,” I said.

“As you can see I’m brainstorming here. I’m sure once we have a thriving Princess Club it’ll become clear what kind of lessons are most important for our princesses to learn."

“Who will the teachers be?”

“Anyone who’s qualified – by that I mean knowledgeable and willing to do it.”

“Can the princesses teach as well?”

“Depends on what subject,” Alica said.

“For example, I could teach a class on how to play with Barbies – you know play with Barbies the way a ten-year-old girl plays with them.”

“You’re so cute Greg. Of course, a Barbie class would definitely be something the princesses should take!”

“This will be so neat. So how do we do it?”

“More than a dozen women wrote to us looking for princesses in our metro area and about an equal number of men who want to be princesses. I also saw that there are other regional groups of women and princesses that could be created. We can start here in our area creating the very first Princess Club by inviting all those who wrote to the magazine from nearby to a first meeting. We can also do some local advertising. Depending on the response we can go from there. If it’s successful we can organize other branches of the Princess Club in other cities and even in other countries.”

“I’m so excited.”

“I know you are,” Alicia said. “I’ll make the arrangements to rent a room in a local church. You write invitation letters to the men and I’ll write to the women. At the meeting you’ll be the very first princess and I’ll show you off to the women. I’ll leave you in charge of the men while the women are conducting the meeting.”

“Great! I can’t wait.”

***

A month later Alicia drove us to the church for the first meeting of our local chapter of the Princess Club. We got there early and put out some refreshments. I was wearing one of my gowns. I was nervous that no one would show up, but men and women started trickling in until there were at least a dozen women and at least that many men. The men and women filled out name tags.

As the women came in Alicia greeted them and explained how they would meet to organize the Princess Club while the men waited for them in an adjoining room. Alicia assigned me the job of explaining to the men how the club worked and especially how they would soon get a chance to meet the women looking for princesses.

Alicia stood on a dais facing the women and called the meeting to order. “The Princess Club is for us – the women that desire to take on the responsibility of keeping a male princess. We are the adults. Our princesses, on the other hand, are focused on being pretty, serving our domestic needs, and being available for our sexual satisfaction. In many ways they are childlike and depend on us for their survival. You’ll never meet men as appreciative to us for all we do for them than our princesses.”

A woman raised her hand and asked, “This is for real? Men like this actually exist?”

Alicia laughed. She walked to the entrance of the adjacent room and asked me to join her in front of the women.

I was nervous standing beside Alicia who said, “Here is my Greg. A living, breathing, male princess. Note the precious poufy ballroom gown, and all the other feminine attributes. Note his female mannerisms not only in how he moves and gestures, but also in his thoughts and speech. I have worked carefully with him to make him into the princess you see here today.”

“Unbelievable!” A woman called out.

“Greg, tell the ladies what you do around the house,” Alicia said.

“I do the cleaning, laundry, cooking, dishwashing. Everything to make Alicia’s life easier.”

“You’re not being coerced?” a woman asked.

I laughed. “Hardly. Being able to wear pretty dresses like this one means more to me than anything. I’m eternally grateful to Alicia for allowing me to be a princess in her home. Every day I can help Alicia is a glorious day. I can’t tell you how happy I am.”

Alicia excused me and I went back to the other room.

“As you see, men princesses are real and if you’re lucky you can forge a relationship with one the way I have with Greg. That’s the rationale for the Princess Club. It has two purposes. First of all it’s a place where women like us can meet men like Greg to see if we want to make one of them our princess. The Princess Club also serves as a place where we can hang out with other women that have princesses. We can take our princesses here to play with each other and learn from each other how to be better princesses. The Club is very much like a mother’s group whose toddlers play together while the moms have fun with each other.”

“In the adjacent room are the very first batch of men who wish to be princesses. After the formal part of the meeting is over, we’ll invite the men in to meet us and you’ll be able to look them over and see if there’s some one you might want to get to know better. From that, if all goes well, you might end up with your very own princess.”

“We’ll meet again in a month at which time we can elect officers. We can also compare notes on our experiences in getting to know future princesses and congratulate those women who have succeeded in finding one since the last meeting. Remember that if you’re bringing your princess to the club, you should dress them in a pretty gown. In due course we’ll have a lovely collection of princesses coming here to play and share insights. Are there any questions?”

Alicia fielded a few questions. When there were no more she could see that the women in front of her were pumped up and ready to go. She prayed that the ensuing mixer would go smoothly – the right princess for each woman would naturally gravitate to them. Hopefully, the men and women would figure it out.

***

Surrounding me in the adjacent room were more than a dozen men. “I can’t believe how lucky you are to get to wear a beautiful dress,” one of the men said.

“And I love your high heels,” another man said. “I’ve always dreamt about wearing heels. Can I ask if you’re wearing pantyhose?”

“No, today I’m wearing a garter belt and stockings.”

“You’re so lucky,” yet another man said. “On top of that you’re wearing a bra, aren’t you? What cup size are you, may I ask?”

“I’m a DD. Alicia likes me to be curvaceous and that’s fine with me! But you don’t have to think about me. If all goes well, one of those lovely women out there will provide you with a fine opportunity to be a princess just like me!”

“God, I sure hope so,” a man said. “When I saw that article in the fashion magazine my eyes popped out of my head and danced around. Being a princess has been my fantasy my whole life!”

“I can’t tell you how rewarding it is for me to hear that. Alicia and I had no idea if we would strike a chord with anyone or not – but it turns out that there are many like-minded people both wannabe princesses and the women who will be their patrons.”

“Can one woman have two princesses?” a man asked.

I laughed, “I suppose so, though she would have to be able to afford it. You know twice as many dresses to buy.”

Alicia appeared in the doorway and called for the men’s attention. “I know you all must be excited about meeting the women. I guarantee they are delighted and excited to meet you as well. My advice to you is to be sweet and show your submissive and obedient side. That’s what the women are hoping to find in their princess. Your love of sexy dresses and lingerie is a big plus here. These women want to see you as being as feminine as possible. So good luck!”

The men followed her out into the room where they mingled with the women who were waiting to meet them. For the next hour, the men and women conversed with each other. Men and women both shy and extraverted circulated around the room exchanging phone numbers, setting up dates, and otherwise getting to face the reality of having their lifelong fantasies fulfilled.

After some time a man named Jessie and a woman named Sally came up to Alicia and me. “We’ve hit it off so well,” Sally said. “I’ve invited Jessie out to dinner.”

“That’s wonderful,” Alicia said.

“Jessie is a cute one,” Sally said. “In fact, all the men here are cute in one way or another. Jessie told me that the men are jealous of Greg because he’s wearing such a lovely dress.”

“It’s true,” Jesse said. “I’ve dreamed so often of wearing a dress like that. I sure hope that I end up joining the club.”

Sally smiled and said to Jessie, “I love that you want to wear a dress like Greg’s. I bet you’ll be very cute in it. As far as anyone can know after only one hour, I feel optimistic about you and I.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I’m serious. Finding a lovely male princess that I can take care of has been my fantasy for as long as I can remember. Of course, we need to get to know each other much more deeply, but so far you’ve charmed me.”

Jessie and Sally looked at each other affectionately. Alicia said, “The next meeting is in a month. If the two of you find that you have a real connection, then we’ll be excited to see Jessie show up in a ball gown.”

“Yes, that would be so neat,” I said.

“Oh my God, I would so love to wear a party dress here! Yes, with lots of crinolines!” Jessie said.

The meeting was breaking up and other men and women came over to Alicia and me to thank us. Most promised they’d be coming back for the second meeting. Every one of the women seemed to have made plans to see one or more of the future princesses. The Princess Club was on it’s way to being a smash success.

***

One month later, as the second meeting of the Princess Club was to begin, Alicia and I greeted no less than three men from the first meeting wearing pretty ball gowns accompanied by the women who had claimed them. Among them was Jessie, who was absolutely radiant with happiness.

“I’m so delighted that you men have become princesses!” Alicia said.

“I can’t tell you how happy I am!” Jessie said.

Another princess introduced himself as Conrad. “This Princess Club is the best idea since sliced bread!”

His woman patron, Frieda, said, “I couldn’t agree more. Besides loving how beautiful Conrad is, I’m thrilled with the way he’s taken over the domestic chores in my house.”

“I’m so happy to do anything I can to free up Frieda’s time to pursue her career and interests. I love preparing a nice dinner and home for her every evening when she returns,” Conrad said.

“The same here,” a man in a beautiful gown introduced himself as Marvin and said to everyone. “Making the life of Irene sweeter is my goal.”

“Which includes being as gorgeous as a princess ever was,” Irene said.

“It’s only been a week or two,” Marvin said, “but it’s the happiest time I can ever remember having. I love the idea of these Princess Club meetings. I want to get to know the other princesses and hear about any tips they have for being a better princess.”

“That’s definitely one of the goals of the Princess Club,” Alicia said. “Greg is a great source of information on how to be feminine. Besides that we’ll be announcing mini classes to be held at the meeting to teach the princesses how to be a more perfect princess.”

“I can’t wait for that!” Marvin said.

“It’s nearly time to start the meeting,” Alicia said. “Greg, take the girls here to the adjoining room and I’ll let you know when it’s time to mingle with the women.”

Conrad, Jessie, and Marvin followed me into the room where the men had congregated. The four of us princesses were surrounded by the princess wannabe’s. They gazed upon us with excitement and a touch of envy.

“Three of you have become princesses since last month!” one of them said. “That’s incredible. I hope to be a princess by next month’s meeting. I’ve had several dates so far with a lovely woman who I’m hoping will soon ask me to be her princess.”

“Congratulations,” I said. “I’m very optimistic that every man who wants to be a princess will get the chance. It’s because of the incredibly strong attraction that our women have for princesses and vice versa. It drives us together for mutual advantage.”

“That’s so true,” Conrad said.

“Can I ask you princesses a question,” one of the men asked.

“Sure,” I said.

“I notice that the four of you princesses each have different bust sizes. I’m curious what they are and how did you arrive at them.”

I laughed. “I get asked that a lot. I’m a DD usually. Alicia and I agreed that I should be curvaceous and this helps a lot.”

“For me,” Jessie said, “I’m a C cup because Sally is a C and we can share bras this way.”

“So cute,” I said. “What about you, Conrad?”

“I’m an A cup bra because Frieda enjoys seeing me as being a young princess. Actually, we’re compatible that way. I feel a little scared to have the chest of a woman the way Greg does.”

“I can relate to what you’re saying, Conrad,” I said. “I also have A cup bras for the times that Alicia has me being a young princess – essentially a ten-year-old.”

“Cool,” one of the men said.

“What about you, Marvin?” I asked.

“I’m a D cup. I like that but it’s mainly Irene who likes me being big chested. That’s the kind of princess she fantasizes about. I think she might increase my bust to a DDD once we more fully settle into our lives together.”

“I can’t help but note that you set the gold standard for femininity,” one of the men said to me. “I hope to learn how to be as feminine as you are.”

“Thank you. I worked hard on it with so much help from Alicia. She was essential. Dressing up in sexy women’s clothes is a powerful motivator to get on board with the rest of our princess personality. Not only do we have to learn new ways of moving our arms and legs, and bodies in general, but we have to unlearn all the ways we have been moving as men. If you persist in it, like I did, you reach a point where you forget how to be a man and begin acting like a woman. It’s a great feeling I’ll tell you!”

***

As Alica was waiting for everyone to settle, she said to Sally, “So everything worked out between you and Jessie?”

“We took to each other like fish to water! I’m divorced and Jessie was unattached so after our dinner date we just became infatuated with each other. There was nothing to stop him from moving into my house as my princess so we said, ‘Hell, why not!’ We went shopping for a princess gown. Do you see how happy Jessie is? Oh my God, I’ve never seen a person as ecstatic as Jessie after I bought the gown for him. I think I was like eight-years-old the last time I was that excited about getting a new party dress. Besides that we agreed that he should wear my size bras – C cup – so we can do some sharing. As time goes on I’ll buy him his own pretty underwear.”

“I’m so happy for both of you,” Alicia said, “for all of you.”

“I’ve already taught Jessie how to iron my blouses,” Sally said. “He also loves to handwash my underwear. It’s so cute to watch him hang my panties and bras on the clothesline in the basement. He’s truly a dear.”

“That’s neat. I should get Greg to do that,” Alicia said. “Frieda, what about you and Conrad?”

“I’ve started him on learning how to take care of the house. He’s an avid learner. He’s so much more agreeable and docile than the men I’ve dated in the past. They were always trying to tell me what to do. But with my princess, I’m totally in charge. Besides that, Conrad would be helpless without me. He could never go back to being a man – it would mean giving up wearing his ballroom gown. I guess once a princess, always a princess.”

The women laughed and Alicia said, “That is so true of Greg.”

“I do feel a bit guilty,” Irene said, “having my princess do the household drudgery, but he’s so happy to do it and, in fact, insists that he do it. He wants to devote his life to making me comfortable and happy!”

“That is an amazing thing about our princesses,” Alicia said, “but who are we to deny them that pleasure!” The women laughed again.

It was time to call the meeting to order, and Alicia ascended to the podium and welcomed everyone. She reminded the women about the motivation and need for the Princess Club. She talked about the feedback she had gotten from the first meeting and how they should proceed moving forward. She asked for volunteers who would be willing to be officers of the club and after some back and forth was able to select a vice-president, a treasurer, and a secretary.. Alicia would serve as president for a year and then pass the torch.

At the end of the formal meeting, Alicia had Conrad and Frieda, Jessie and Sally, and Marvin and Irene come to the stage and receive congratulations for being the first of what hopefully would be many many matches between princesses and the women who take care of them.

After the ceremony, the men and women that had yet to pair up – which included new faces from the month before – mingled over refreshments to see if they could forge a relationship.

***

As Alicia drove home after the meeting, I said, “I had so much fun at the meeting. I especially like the other princesses. It’s so neat to have some other girls I can play with – girls that I’m sure won’t be mean to me like ten-year-olds can be.”

“I do regret having you play with them. A lot of girls aren’t delicate and sensitive the way you are.”

“I’m not complaining. They taught me how to play Barbies and especially how to play with the beautiful doll house.”

“I’m glad some good came from it.”

“It would be great if you and the other moms could arrange a play date for the four of us girls.”

“I would love to.”

“That will be so neat!”

“We have to begin thinking about the third meeting,” Alicia said. “What classes we might offer. What games you’ll want to play with the other princesses.”

I let my imagination run wild. By next month there might be a dozen princesses. Imagine how much delight it would be for the twelve of us to compare our dresses. Maybe also our shoes and even our bras. That would be fun. Then we could play a game together – musical chairs is always a thrill. I would love to give a class on something. It was going to be a dreamy time. In the meantime a play date with Jessie, Marvin, and Conrad would be neat. We could play house. Say we all had babies. Then we could pretend to be a group of mommies. How much pleasure that would be! We’d get nursing bras and nurse our babies together. What a great time we could have. Thank goodness for the Princess Club!

The End