Part 3 - Gene Bilbrew and Nan Gilbert
My review of Bilbrews work with Gilbert now comes to the twelve-volume story, Leslies Adventures in Petticoatland. The first few books do not contain new Bilbrew drawings, but Ill summarize them anyway because of Gilberts prominent place in the history of petticoat punishment. Here is a photo of Gilbert (also known as Aunt Nancy) and some of the boy mannequins she dressed as girls. For more of these photos go to cjart 4.5.
Book 1, Petticoated Male, is illustrated by Lorraine Channing. She is a capable artist and her illustrations for this story convey a powerful mood, however, they do not include fine details or rich backgrounds.
The story introduces fifteen year old Leslie and his aunt. She takes him to a girls clothing store and tells him:
"I have every intention of transforming you into my demure little niece!" He sank to his knees before her, pleading that she not do this terrible thing to him.
His protests are to no avail and he is dressed in a wasp-waisted pink satin corset adorned with delicate lace and pert little baby-blue ribbon bows, elaborate lace-and-ribbon-frilled silk panties, three sweetly frilled taffeta and net petticoats attached to a common waistband, a dainty pink chiffon frock, long stockings with frilly garters and a lovely wig. They selected a pink cashmere coat and broad brimmed hat with a ribbon dangling at the rear. Out of the store, dressed as a girl for the first time, Leslie prayed that the earth would open up and swallow him.
The loud swishing which accompanied every step constantly reminded him of his new girlish status. Worse yet, he saw Alice and her mother coming.
He could feel Alices eyes probing him. "Oh, Mommy! Its really Leslie all dressed up as a girl. Isnt he cute?"
"You shut up!" Leslie said.
"One more word," his aunt exclaimed, "and I shall lift your little skirts and give you a spanking right here in public."
The four of them enter a shop for girls and much to Leslies dismay, his coat and frock are removed in front of Alice. She spied his corset, which forced his flesh upward to create a convincing little bosom, half-hid in a froth of dainty pink and white lace. Leslies aunt reached out and lifted his petticoats, exposing his frilled panties, while he tried frantically to push them down.
"Now, Leslie dear," his aunt admonished. "Its not immodest for a girl to show off her pretty little undies to ladies."
Home again the maid, Marie, greets him as Miss Leslie."
"Im not a girl!" Leslie protests. "You cant make me be a girl!"
This outburst leads to a spanking with a wood backed hairbrush. Every day after school, Leslie is required to dress girlishly until bedtime, complete with make up prettily applied by Marie. The story ends with Leslie forced to attend Alices girls only birthday party where he passes and meets Nancy, another boy in dresses.
Leslie has been moved to a girls school so he will never have to wear boys clothes. He has grown to enjoy his frills so the story has lost some interest for me. However, it does offer one entertaining scene at his new school:
The girl leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "They say there are four boys here at school masquerading as girls!" Her next words stunned me, "I think youre one of them."
"Dont be silly!" I hastened to retort. "Of course Im not!"
"What is she going to do to me, Marie?"
"I cant really tell you. I can only give you a little hint." She cupped his boyish breasts in her hands and pushed the soft flesh upwards until they almost resembled a girls bosom. Leslie got the idea immediately.
"Oh no!" he cried, "not that!" Ill be marked for life.
His aunt prepared him for the trip to the doctor. Over his corset and elaborately frilled white panties, she dressed him in a frilly lace blouse and a short green plaid girls kilt flounced out with several starched white petticoats. For the first time in quite a while he wore no bra and falsies.
When Leslie looked at himself in the mirror, he received a shock. The severe cut of the blouse, the kilt and the lack of a bosom made him look more like a sissified boy than a girl. This filled him with consternation, for he did not want to be seen in public as a half-and-half version of femininity: half girl and half sissy boy.
Surgery follows and Leslie wakes to find a certain fullness in the chest that had never been there before. He was terribly embarrassed by his new bosom, but it was an asset to his dressing and living as a girl.
It introduces Philip, a fourteen-year-old boy who Leslie dislikes. This new character is necessary to add tension now that Leslie has come (too soon in my view) to not mind dressing as a girl. However, He does dislike the childish drawers, petticoats and party frocks his aunt prefers he wear when home from school:
Marie entered dragging a sobbing, protesting and frantically struggling Philip by the hand. His frenzied struggles caused his skirts to fly up to reveal frilled pink undies. Philip caught sight of Leslie, and struggled all the harder. "Let me go!" he cried out, "I dont want her to see me!"
Philip is in for major modifications to his lifestyle and body. He will become a pretty little doll fluttering around in lovely little frocks like Leslie and with a new figure supplied by Dr. Jane.
Book 7, Lad in Petticoats, is partially illustrated by Eric Stanton who will be my next featured artist. He has a different image of Leslie and the women in his life look like dominatrixes. At a shop, Leslie observes a boy in the clutches of two powerful sales girls. After they force him into a corset, they manipulate him to orgasm, subduing him. They then array him in long drawers and a short babyish dress.
Book 8, Boys Will be Girls, contains new Bilbrew art for the first time in this series. Leslie is having great fun dressing as a girl. He enjoys erotic contact with the lovely Marie. Note the lace and other details on the now fully feminized boy-girl. No conflict here, so the writer introduces the twins, Bobby and Jeannie. As punishment, they are to exchange clothing. The girl is quite happy about being a tomboy, however Bobby is crushed:
"I wont! I wont!" he cried. "Im not a girl! I wont wear girls clothing!"
Four exclamation points in just one line of dialog are perhaps a record. Of course he is in Jeannies undies and dress within minutes and his mother puts him to work washing dishes. Jeannie, giggling, reminds her brother that she has a hairdressers appointment that day.
"Mommy, please, you wouldnt do that to me! Please say you wont! Id die of shame, I know I would! Please, Mommy, please!"
Once again four! Count them four! Exclamation points.
Mommy dragged Bobby to the salon ignoring his hysterical protests and weeping. The beautician told him that if he didnt make a fuss, nobody would know he was not Jeannie. That quieted him.
During the second week of the transformation, Mommy decides that Bobby should permanently remain Jeannies little sister
We also meet James who becomes Janie. He is forced to dress as a four-year-old girl and made to sit on the floor and play with a dolly. He is not allowed a modesty device and his erection is obvious.
Book 12, Lad in Panties, shows older boys and Bilbrew drew them with even more graphic depictions of their bulging panties. I dont care for this art. Sadly it is typical of Bilbrew's later work. He no longer took the time to do quality drawings and his subject matter turned from glamor and fetish to porn. He got really rough. Ive seen an original by him actually showing a horse mounting a woman. This is the last of Leslies adventures in petticoat land and the end of my coverage of Bilbrew.
Gilbert did do at least one other unpublished story, The Metamorphosis of Robert Forsythe, that tells of the petticoating of Robert, Gerald, Leslie and other boy-girls. The following is an excerpt:
Susan returned to the platform, urging the first of the boy-girls up onto it. One after the other, they took their place, dropping a graceful curtsy to their appreciative audience, then slowly turning around to provide them with an advantageous view of their costuming from every angle. Their prettied features pictured their dismay, as Susan gave them whispered instructions. Cheeks crimsoning, eyes averted, they slowly raised the hem of their dresses between fluttering fingers, exposing their lavishly frilled petticoats, and, with obvious sensitivity, their drawers or panties. Some were openly weeping as they hastily descended from the platform, to be gathered up by Marie, and propelled by their gloved hand over to where the erotically-stimulated guests awaited them, providing the opportunity to draw them down onto their laps to be fondled and petted, prompting little cries of protest from carmined Cupids Bow lips, as exploratory hands disappeared under their skirts, more especially those not provided with suitable concealing devices.