Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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In the spring of 1962 poor little Percy Pinprick pondered his perplexing predicament. Seated alone demurely in a most uncomfortable straight-backed chair, in the parlor of his beautiful domineering Stepmother's mansion, Percy's most unladylike clinched fists, encased in white satin gloves, rested angrily in the folds of a childishly short pale lemon yellow satin party frock he had been forced into earlier that bright sunny Saturday morning, despite his loudest protestations and tantrums. His stiff, crackling, snow white net petticoats, resplendent with their ultra lacy layers, exposed themselves proudly beneath his ridiculously short frilly dress, betraying any semblance of normal boyishness that poor little Percy might have tried desperately to retain. And those constant rustling, swishing petticoats hissed at poor little Percy Pinprick, as if mocking his petticoated predicament. Tears of anger and fists of desperate despair now gripped Percy. Ohhhhhh how he wished he hadn't given in to the feminine temptation of Stepmother's bedroom, Her "private boudoir," She had called it, "completely off limits to little boys," She had reminded him. And yet She had always managed to alloow little Percy subtle glimpses of satin and lace, sensuous slips and feminine bras, when the door was ajar and Stepmother's frilly feminine finery had been carefully laid out on the large and very pretty feminine canopied bed. But now, ever since Percy's father had tragically been lost in an automobile accident two years before, it had been just Percy and his beautiful young Stepmother, alone in the very large house on the secluded estate. And little Percy's unfortunate (for him!) fascination with all things lacy and feminine had been mostly suppressed until his stepmother had married his father. After the marriage of his father to his beautiful Stepmother, when his father was out of town frequently for days at a time on business trips, little Percy's Stepmother often walked about their home in those exquisite satin full slips, lavished with delicate white lace. Stepmother's beauty...Her mesmerizing femininity...engulfed poor little Percy. Sweet-smelling perfume frequently wafted from the ultrafeminine sanctity of Her boudoir. Percy's Stepmother insisted that little boys (as well as little girls) were "meant to be seen and not heard." Every single time Percy slipped in the manners and courtesies expected from him by Stepmother, She would harshly reprimand him for his "Broodish boyish behavior" and threaten to "fix you once and for all." But as long as Percy's father was in the picture, Percy felt protected from his Stepmother's warning of "serious discilpinary measures to curb your boyish spirits." But alas..that was then...and this was now...poor little Percy Pinprick...frocked and petticoated for the very first time...at the hands of his beautiful, young, feminine...very feminine...determined Stepmother...
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Percy Pinprick's feeble little mind recalled the beginning of his one-way journey to his impending sissification and feminization. Shortly after his Stepmother had suddenly become widowed two years earlier following the death of Percy's very wealthy father, She set Her sights on that unruly little boy, Her stepson Percy, who was the only obstacle standing in the way to Her eventual inheritance of the vast fortune Her husband had managed to build. Percy eventually would be the heir, but only after he reached the age of 21. Until then Stepmother had complete control of the estate. Percy's beautiful Stepmother had noticed shortly after moving with Percy into a huge gated estate and mansion in upstate Connecticut that Percy often found excuses to wander by his Stepmother's boudoir.. And She would occasionally find the boy peering in through the open door to get a view of Her exquisitely feminine bedroom. Furthermore, he was more apt to wander by when She had laid out Her lacy lingerie on the bed. Slowly She began to experiment by wearing Her laciest slips while She was alone in Her room. On one occasion, a very fateful one indeed for little Percy, as he had just managed to sneak a peek in one morning at his Stepmother while She was sitting in Her laciest white satin slip and matching bra at Her vanity putting on Her makeup, he heard Her call out to him, "Oh Percy, dear, would you please come in here?" Percy could hardly believe his ears....or his luck! Never had he been invited into Stepmother's private feminine sanctuary. Never. Until now. Too stunned to respond, he froze in his tracks. He didn't want Her to know he had been in the vicinity of that lovely room. So he pretended not to hear Her. Stepmother giggled and smiled to herself. "Oh Percy, please come here, Dear. I shan't ask you again," in Her beautiful feminine British accent. Percy froze at the bottom of the long staircase. Should he gallup up the stairs quickly to his room, out of range of his Stepmother's voice? Or should he...go to THE room, HER room, where he had snuck in so many times before? As badly as he wanted to retreat up those stairs, he knew he could not. "Percy, be a good little boy and come in here this instant," Stepmother said cunningly. She looked at the lavish white lace bodice of her white satin slip as it encased her two full br# ( " at " ) !$s within Her lacy white satin bra. So lacy! So pretty! So feminine! She looked down at the four-inch wide expanse of scalloped French lace on the hem of Her luscious slip, too. She was preparing Herself...for poor little Percy Pinprick...
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Stephanie Anderson was stunningly beautiful. A trophy wife for one of the most successful businessmen in Connecticut in the 1950's. She had dated Roger Anderson only for a few months before he proposed marriage. They had met in London when Roger had been there on business. He had taken Her to the Wimbledon Ladies' Finals. He had taken Her to Paris several times. Her taste for expensive French lingerie was rewarded by an unlimited budget from Roger. When She first flew to the States for a visit with Roger, it was then, in the summer of 1958, that Stephanie met little Percy. A smallish boy, with longish, golden curly blonde hair, and deep blue eyes, Stephanie was amazed at how "pretty" Percy was...for a boy. Stephanie soon learned that Percy was "one spoiled little lad," She once told Roger. Percy would have tantrums when he did not get his way. He would cry if he disagreed with Stephanie's suggested plans to go to New York for the weekend - without Percy. Sometimes Stephanie felt as if She were competing with Percy for Roger's attention. Percy would snicker tauntingly at Stephanie whenever one of his temper tantrums resulted in his getting whatever he wanted, often at Stephanie's expense. But She tolerated Percy, continuing to tell Herself that one day She would marry Roger and then SHE would put little Percy in his place. When She and Roger broke the news to Percy that they were to be married, little Percy glared at Stephanie menacingly. And once, when Stephanie was alone with Percy, the little boy told Her that he did not approve of Her and that he would do everything he could to stir up trouble and make Her life miserable. Stephanie wanted to respond, but She refused to play Percy's little game. The only time She ever recalled little Percy going out of his way to spend time around Her before She and Roger were married was when Percy oddly asked to go with Her to the bridal salon for Her final dress fitting. She thought it odd indeed that a normal little boy would have any desire at all to visit a bridal shop. Still, She thought this might be an opportunity finally to bond with Her difficult stepson-to-be and gladly allowed Percy to accompany Her. It was a day that Stephanie Anderson would NEVER forget! The bridal shop was in New York, and during the drive to the city, Percy was quiet. He actually seemed to have a nervous excitement about himself. Still, though, Stephanie tried to engage Percy in conversation on matters of baseball, and other "boy things," but Percy seemed aloof. When they arrived and parked in front of the store windows, displaying frilly party and Easter dresses for little girls, along with sumptuous wedding gowns, Percy got out of the car with a glazed look in his eyes. Stephanie caught the little boy staring intently at the window displays - especially the windows featuring those dainty little girls party dresses...
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Since it was early spring, the dresses in the display windows were frillier party dresses, suitable for Easter and spring birthday parties and tea parties that Little Girls in the late 1950's so enjoyed. The wedding dresses mostly were ballgowns, very full and generally made of taffeta, satin, and lace. Exquisite beaded embroidery lavished many of the confections and most of the little girls party dresses were either white, pale pink, and pale yellow. As they entered the rather large shop, a small bell "dinged" to signal their arrival. It was about 10:00 am on a Saturday. And because it was only a few weeks before Easter, the salon was busy. Several Little Girls were accompanied by their "Mommies," and "oohing" and "aahing" over the abundance of frilly party and Easter dresses that seemed to be everywhere! Stephanie grabbed hold of Percy's hand, almost instinctively, after seeing most of the Little Girls in the salon holding their own mothers' hands. And She immediately noticed that little Percy did not resist! Odd again, She thought. As they slowly made their way through the plethora of frilly dresses displayed prominently on gleaming stainless steel dress racks, they could not help but brush against the full, bouffant, frilly confections. Percy's face began to burn. He was ashamed now. How, oh how, did he allow himself to submit to this mysterious inner desire of his that he had suppressed for so long? Not a single boy other than Percy could be seen in here, he thought. And just as he asked himself that question again, he heard the giggling voices of two Little Girls, holding up frilly little dresses against themselves to see how they would look in them, one of them saying excitedly, "Oooooo, I have the perfect petticoat to go underneath...it's a bouffant party slip Mummy bought for me last week. It has seven layers!!! I can't wait to wear it!!!" The other Little Girl laughed in agreement, saying "Mummy is buying me some new petticoats today! They have the dreamiest, laciest, fullest petticoats here!!!" Then BOTH of them spied little Percy, holding Stephanie's hand, and giggled together as he passed. He knew they were laughing at him. He just knew it! Percy's journey thru the myriad of frilly dresses seemed to go on forever. And each time he brushed against the satin and lace of a frilly party dress, he felt a sense of...excitement. He couldn't help it. He couldn't explain it. But he couldn't deny it, either. And then.........after passing a fairly large circular aea in the middle of the store, where several white couches were positioned, Percy's hand was held even tighter as Stephanie led him towards the most ultrafeminine part of this most feminine salon: "PETTICOAT PRINCESSES ONLY," a white sign in pale pink feminine script read...
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Percy stopped dead in his tracks. Fear gripped his face. Stephanie sensed Percy's complete discomfort...and sensed even a bit of genuine trepidation in the little boy. Percy's eyes were as wide as saucers. Before him, everywhere his little eyes could survey, were the most feminine, girly, daintiest, frilliest display of white net, taffeta, satin, and lace he had ever seen!!!!! Save for the pale pink plush carpeting and the pale pink and white ballerina tutu wallpaper, there were extensive displays of frilly, full, poufy, lavishly lacy bouffant petticoats and party slips.....everywhere!!!! Not to mention several pale pink and white tables, all with abundant assortments of frilly and ultralacy rhumba panties in exquisite pink and white satin!!!The prevailing colors...NO!...the ONLY colors were white and pink!!! Mostly pale pink. Little girl pink, Percy thought to himself. His face was even redder with shame and embarrassment as he realized he truly was the ONLY boy in the salon. And back among the petticoats, in the distance, he heard the faint laughter and giggles of feminine voices. And the swishing and rustling of...of...yes...petticoats!!! The sound was unnerving and yet...mesmerizing. Oh why!!! Why did Percy allow himself to come here this morning? He thought he would be going to a bridal shop. And, yes, he knew there would be dresses. Pretty dresses. Satin dresses. But not...not...frilly, dainty, girly dresses...dresses that...yes...ohhhh yes....he gulped.....would even fit HIM!!! Stephanie was amused at the abject fear clearly revealed in little Percy's eyes. But then, She reasoned, he was a boy! And what boy wouldn't feel uncomfortable in such a girly place? Still, though, there seemed to be something special, unique, about this little boy's embarrassment at being here. "I don't suppose you'd like to take a stroll through the petticoats, would you, Percy dear?" Stephanie laughed. They ARE quite adorable, aren't they, sweetheart?" She continued to tease. "And they do wear so nicely underneath those frilly party dresses!" She laughed. Stephanie began to tug at Percy's little hand. She gripped it tighter. And for the first time, Percy knew he was no match for Her strength. Stephanie sensed the little boy's uneasiness growing. That eager anticipation, tempered with fear. The glazed look earlier now replaced by a look of real fear on Percy's little face. Shame written all over his red face. And then he noticed Stephanie staring down at him, as if studying every inch of his little body, She in deep thought. She looked back at those display racks of frilly party dresses, and then stared back at the frightened little boy. Again She looked back at the dainty dresses. And just as She was about to say something to Percy, they were interrupted by a beautiful tall woman, her blonde hair tied in a neat bun, she dressed in an exquisite white linen skirt suit, the hint of a lacy slip showing benneath her white skirt; and something that Percy didn't miss sneaking a glimpse at. Nor did Stephanie miss her little male charge staring at the outline of this beautiful woman's lacy lingerie, either...
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The tall blonde woman looked at Percy's stepmother, smiled, held out her hand to shake Stephanie's hand. "Ahh, Ms. Anderson!" the blonde woman addressed Stephanie Anderson. "Good morning, Nancy," Percy's stepmother responded, shaking hands with Nancy Gilbert, Proprietress of RUFFLED WHITE LACE & PINK SATIN BOWS BRIDALS AND PARTY DRESSES Salon. "I cannot wait to try on my gown! After several fittings, I just KNOW this will be the perfect fitting!" Percy's stepmother said excitedly. "My dear MS. Anderson, the three starched net petticoats arrived just yesterday and I must say they are exquisite! Quite full...and swishy! Your ballgown will now have the bouffant fullness you were demanding! I do think you will be happy with the flare of your satin gown," gushed Ms. Gilbert. Percy clearly was uneasy with the girltalk among these two imposing but beautiful women. And then Ms. Gilbert looked down at Percy, somewhat condescendingly, and asked him, "And who are you, little one?" Before Percy could answer, his Stepmother replied, "Ms. Nancy Gilbert, this is my darling little nephew, Percy. He simply insisted on coming with me this morning!" She continued to hold a firm grip on Percy's little hand. Ms. Gilbert looked down at Percy again, "How nice, little Percy! I do not often get many little boys brave enough to journey into my salon...at least voluntarily," Ms. Gilbert laughed. Percy was old enough to grasp, albeit somewhat, the last part of Ms. Gilbert's response. Percy's stepmother, meanwhile, laughed gaily at Ms. Gilbert's remark. Percy's face reddened even more, though, and Ms. Gilbert, sensing his uneasiness, continued, "I have a real appreciation for those rare little boys who are brave enough to accompany their Mommies to try on wedding dresses." Ms. Gilbert carefully watched Percy's reaction to her comments. And Percy's little face grew redder. Finally, Percy offered up the less-than-convincing remark that "I really didn't want to come here at all this morning. Stepmother made me come. Nothing in here interests me at all. These are girls' clothes!!" Ms. Gilbert smiled at Percy and simply said, "Perhaps we can change your mind, little Percy." And then the beautiful blonded winked at little Percy and his stepmother. "The fitting area for your dress, Ms. Anderson, is over there," she pointed to the circular area where the sofas had been arranged...surrounded by hundreds of those frilly little party dresses thay had passed through the front of the salon on their way to meet Ms. Gilbert. A white elevated platform , something Percy had failed to notice before, was in the middle of this viewing area, as were several long white mirrors. As they made their way back to the viewing area, Ms. Gilbert ushered Percy's stepmother to a fitting room on one of the sides of the expansive salon, and Percy was directed to take a seat on one of the large white cushioned sofas...surrounded by the frilly party dresses...most every frilly, dainty dress, at least one of each style, likely...no, definitely, he frightfully and quickly surmised...in HIS size!!!...
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Percy's little mind was confused and conflicted by the sight of the frilly and ultrafeminine dainty party dresses ever so prominently displayed all around him. The dainty frilly confections were producing inexplicable sensations of both anxiety and fear, compounded by a powerful curiosity to touch them...to feel them...to perhaps even examine them and hold them in his little hands. Of course, Percy told himself, sitting there alone on the deep cushioned white sofa, his feet barely able to reach the white plush carpeted floor, he was a BOY!!! He continued to remind himself of this amidst the frilly dresses and the giggles of feminine little girls in the beautifully feminine shop on this early Saturday morning, a few weeks before Easter. Percy's eyes darted about the area, he making sure not to focus on any one particular rack of frilly dresses lest he be detected in this sanctity of femininity. One rack of particularly frilly little pale pink and white satin dresses almost directly behind where Percy was perched beckoned his attention. Particularly frilly and gleaming and glistening of what Percy would later learn to be "bridal satin," Percy noticed how particularly poufy the little skirts were. The bodices were embroidered with what looked like small white pearls. The sleeves were puffed. And lavish lace inlay and embroidery on the front of the frilly dresses oddly appealed to little Percy. Percy turned around to glance at the rack of frilly dresses again...and again...and again...and then again until...suddenly..."They ARE exquisite little party dresses, are they not, my dear little Percy?!" Ms. Gilbert interrupted the surprised little boy, caught daydreaming at the dainty frocks. "OH!! Errrr...ummmm....w...what.......are..........you.....talk...ing about?" he stammered, turning around quickly on the large sofa to face a laughing Nancy Gilbert. "I have them in EVERY size, Percy!" the beautiful blonde proprietress laughed at the redfaced little boy. Ms. Gilbert sat down next to the frightened little boy, invading his personal space, and put her long right hand under Percy's chin, "Of course, my dear little boy you DO know that NO little girl would wear a frilly little party frock like that," She pointed directly to the rack of those pale pink and satin party frocks, "without petticoats. You DO know what petticoats are, don't you, Percy?"...
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Percy froze with fear! Ms. Gilbert continued to hold Percy's little chin in her long feminine hand. She looked deep into the frightened little boy's eyes. She sensed little Percy's unease and angst. Percy, on the other hand, felt utterly helpless. Ms. Gilbert, so very beautiful, right next to him, her sweet flowery perfume wafting all about him. "My, my, little boy, are you at a loss for words? But of course you're not. You're just a...boy. How utterly silly of me to think that a mere little boy would know the first thing about petticoats! Only little girls, very feminine little girls, wear petticoats. No real boy would be caught dead in a frilly dress and petticoats. And certainly not YOU, Percy!" Nancy Gilbert laughed gaily, removing her hand from underneath Percy's little chin. She had made her point...and she knew it. Percy certainly wasn't the first little lad to venture into her sweet haven of girly dresses, lingerie, and lace. And how Nancy Gilbert loved teasing little boys just like Percy. She relished their discomfiture. But of course, there was much more to Ms. Gilbert's frilly boutique than Percy knew...at least for now, She smiled to herself. Nancy Gilbert moved just a bit closer to Percy and she noticed the little boy now staring intently at her thin white linen skirt as it lay on her crossed legs. The ultralacy hem of her white slip shown through the white linen of her skirt and instinctively she knew...oh yes, she knew! She pulled the hem of her skirt up ever so slightly, just enough to reveal a hint of the expanse of scalloped French lace adorning the hem of her slip. And just as she had hoped...and expected...poor little Percy could not help but "sneak" an extended glimpse of Ms. Gilbert's laciest slip. Poor little Percy was mesmerized at this sight. His glance had turned into a prolonged stare. The beautiful blonde looked purposely at little Percy...and then at the dazzling display of frilly little satin, taffeta, and lace party dresses surrounding them. "Some time, Percy dear, you must come back with your very nice Stepmother and ask Her to allow me to give you a personal tour of my salon. You WOULD like that, wouldn't you, my dear?" Nancy Gilbert asked, laughing. "Never! NEVER!" Percy quickly responded. "I'm a boy! And I'm NEVER coming back in this dumb store. So THERE!"... Nancy Gilbert laid her long right hand, her fingernails painted a beautiful cherry red, right on top of the generous white lace hem lavishing her sain slip. The slip that had caught poor little Percy's fancy...
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To Percy's great relief, his Stepmother slowly made Her way back to the viewing area of the salon. The swish and rustle of Her exquisite satin ballgown was unmistakable. Oohs and Aahs eminated from the small group of onlookers, mostly mothers and their young daughters shopping for Easter dresses. But make no mistake about it. This was an incredible wedding dress! The white satin sleeveless uber full-skirted ballgown was magnificent! And as Stephanie Anderson made Her way slowly atop the small runway-like platform, Ms. Gilbert smiled broadly with glowing pride. "My dear Ms. Anderson, you look simply beautiful!!! No doubt the starched crinoline petticoats made a significant difference in the fullness of Your skirts. You look breathtaking, my dear!" "I feel WONDERFUL in this dress!" Stephanie gushed. And then She took Her hands and made delightful frou frou with the multiskirted ballgown and the many abundant layers of stiff pettis She was wearing beneath Her gorgeous gown. The beautifully intricate pearl beading on the full skirt glistened and shown in the bright sunlit salon. The glistening satin sparkled. And the petticoats rustled and swished with each sway of the generous skirts of Her satin gown. "Oooooooo...I feel sooooooo feminine!!!" declared Stephanie. "Let's be sure your petticoats have the proper swish and sway," commented Nancy Gilbert. And with that comment, the beautiful blonde proprietress of this ultrafeminine salon gently lifted the satin folds of bridal skirting billowing out from Stephanie Anderson's magnificent ballgown, and as she lifted the skirts just enough to focus on the layers of lacy white crinoline petticoats, little Percy took this time to feast his eyes on his Stepmother's sumptuous bridal confection. And again little Percy's conflicted male mind desperately attempted to process what he was witnessing...and why he loved it so much! Neither Percy's Stepmother nor Nancy Gilbert missed the source of intrigue that this scene had posed to little Percy. Their feminine instincts did not miss, either, Percy's strange fascination with the front of the salon, where hundreds of those delightfully feminine frilly party dresses awaited the heightened interest of the little girls and their mothers who were busily going about their business on this pretty spring morning at RUFFLED WHITE LACE & PINK SATIN BOWS Salon...
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After the wedding, Percy always seemed unable to please his strict Stepmother. Every little mistake in table etiquette, for example, was met by a sharp rebuke from the beautiful Woman. Of course, when Roger Anderson was present, Percy knew he could get away with almost anything. His father always stood up for Percy, sometimes even chastizing Stephanie for not understanding that sometimes "boys will be boys." It frustrated Her to no end when Percy would see Her later that same day and taunt Her for not being able to have Her way with him. Alas, Percy's protected freedom didn't last long. Less than a year after the marriage of his father to Stephanie, Roger Anderson was killed on a business trip. And while Percy stood to inherit the bulk of his father's fortune, much to the chagrin of Stephanie, the vast estate, ALL of it, was to remain exclusively under Stephanie's trusteeship until Percy's 21st birthday. And it did not take Stephanie Anderson very long to formulate Her plan. A few months later, Percy was informed by his Stepmother that She had purchased a massive secluded and gated estate in upstate Connecticut and that they would be moving there...just the two of them. "But, Stepmother, that's NOT fair!" Percy stomped his feet when informed of Her decision. "My little league baseball will be starting soon. And all the guys I play with...my friends...they ALL live here." Percy referred to the small New York town just outside of Manhattan where they had lived with his father. His beautiful Stepmother just laughed at Her ill-mannered little spoiled brat. A few weeks later, over little Percy's continued tantrums and protestations, the movers had taken the last load of furniture from Stephanie's modest house, and the only thing that was left behind, unbeknownst to little Percy, was the large box containing Percy's baseball bat and glove, his football, and a few other boytoys Stephanie Anderson knew Percy would be better off without. Percy and his beautiful Stepmother followed the moving van on the winding road to upstate Connecticut. Still angry at his Stepmother, Percy made no effort to engage in a number of conversational topics (surprisingly, most of them about baseball, football, etc.) his Stepmother offered. The long ride in the Cadillac took them to the most exclusive homes Percy had ever seen. Large mansions on secluded estates, many of them surrounded by large brick or stone walls and affording secure gated entrances. Finally, they made their way down a long single-lane paved road, tree-lined, and highly walled on both sides. Percy's stepmother had to get out of the Cadillac to unlock the gate and allow the moving van to make its way down the winding road. When Percy finally saw the huge mansion in front of him, and the extensive grounds around it, he immediately conjured up thoughts of touch football contests and baseball games with the neighbor boys...no matter how far away the next house might be. Stephanie Anderson, of course, had plans of Her own...
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Upon entering his huge new home, Percy was overwhelmed by the sheer size of it. Stephanie Anderson had purchased the estate several months earlier and had busily been engaging decorators and landscapers to prepare the house for Her (and Percy's) arrival. "Come, Percy, and I'll give you a quick tour of our new home. While we do not need to look in every room, you can see that it is quite an exquisite home." Deep-colored Oriental and Persian carpets covered portions of the beautiful red oak floors, and the clicking of Percy's stepmother's high heels were heard whenever they made contact with the hardwood floors. One ot the rooms Percy was taken into was the parlor, as his Stepmother had called it. Well-lighted by large windows with a view of one of the estate's gardens, several large overstuffed sofas and a couple of Queen Anne chairs tastefully sat on a beautiful deep red Persian carpet. And then Percy's stepmother jolted him with this comment, "We will be having our tea in here every morning, Percy, precisely at nine o'clock a.m. I expect you to join me, properly attired, bathed, and in a friendly mood," She stated in Her beautiful British accent. I shall be very disappointed if you are not on time...every morning. Is that understood, Percy?" Percy couldn't believe his ears. Tea!? Here?! Every morning!? With HER!? Was She crazy?? He never even responded. And Stephanie Anderson never said another word to him about it. Leaving the parlor, Stephanie led her stepson through a heavy wooden door into the only bedroom on the main floor. It was huge!! And it was exquisitely decorated, with a strong emphasis on pastels and deep hues of wine reds. Several oil paintings of ladies in long flowing gowns...and little girls... in frilly dresses, adorned the walls. A large canopied bed with a dark pink satin comforter edged in black lace covered Her bed. A vanity with a white bench and matching dark pink settee in front of it was in one corner. Several large armoires also were there. As She led the little boy thru the ultrafeminine sanctity of Her boudoir, She sat down at the vanity. Her makeup and lipstick already had been arranged. Opening a tube of deep red lipstick and slowly applying it to Her luscious lips, Stephanie Anderson sat proudly on the feminine settee, in front of the vanity mirror, and applied a bit more of Her lipstick. "Percy," Stephanie addressed her stepson, "My boudoir is strictly off limits to you. Is that clear? Under NO circ-umstancea are you ever to come in here without an express invitation from me. There are to be NO exceptions...ever. Is that clearly understood?"
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As Stephanie Anderson pursed her freshly painted lips, She awaited an answer from her stepson. But Percy seemed mesmerized at watching Her put on Her lipstick. Stephanie took notice. She repeated Her rule. "Percy, dear, you do understand that you are never permitted in my boudoir...unless you are invited or have my permission." She added, "You will be severely punished if you disobey me. Is that clear, Percy?" Percy heard his stepmother this time, responding matter-of-factly, "Stepmother you don't need to worry about me EVER coming in HERE!" Disdain was his intended tone. But Stephanie Anderson knew better. "Very well, Percy, if you say so." Percy became defensive. "What do you mean by that, Stepmother?" Percy argued. "Nothing, Dear. Nothing at all. " Stephanie refused to engage in this type of banter with Percy. Stephanie made sure to give Percy the complete tour of Her ultrafeminine boudoir...whether he admitted he wanted it or not. As She led him into the white marble and tile bathroom, resplendent with its deep tub, freshly cut flowers, and sweet-smelling soaps and oils, Percy spotted a second vanity and lighted makeup mirror in the bathroom. And more bottles, brushes, and lipsticks adorned the couinter top. Stephanie led her stepson into a large walkin closet where a vast array of dresses and skirts were neatly arranged. And lined against one l-o-n-g wall, shoes, hundreds of shoes were neatly arranged. As they left the walkin closet, Stephanie opened one of several armoires. And then...as She opened the top-half cabinet of a very dark brown mahogany armoire (circa 1820), an array of huge puffy white "clouds" spilled out from the cramped space they had been in before the cabinet was opened. "Ooooooo!!!" Stephanie feigned embarrassment. "My petticoats! Or at least some of my pettis!" Crinoline petticoats. Multitiered. Mostly snow white, save for a light lemon yellow and a pale baby pink, all of them tiered and multitiered. And all of them lavishly lace-trimmed. Percy was momentarily mesmerized by the sight of such ultrafeminine lacy garments facing him. Acting as if this meant nothing, he recovered his aplomb (or so he thought) and broke away from his stepmother's guided tour to escape Her boudoir...for now...
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The following morning Stephanie Anderson sat in the brightly morning-lit parlor of Her new home. As the time approached nine o'clock and Percy was nowhere to be seen, She knew all along that his prompt attendance likely would not happen. And when the large grandfather clock in the main hall signalled the time with nine chimes, Stephanie sipped on Her hot tea and contemplated Her well-crafted plan for Her stepson. The move to the country had been timed to occur in the early summer to avoid any conflict with the balance of Percy's school year. Stephanie had used the time to hire several decorators to do extensive renovations on the home. Three particular rooms upstairs, all of them located side-by-side, at one end of the long hallway, were decorated specifically to the explicit details of Stephanie, and one of those three rooms, the one in the middle, between the other two rooms, was to be locked from the outside ONLY. Those rooms would be used later. She had already determined that Her darling little stepson would be homeschooled the following year. She would have plenty of time to locate and hire the perfect Governess for Percy. Stephanie had Her suspicions about Her bratty little stepson and over the next few weeks She would not be disappointed. She turned Her attention to this evening and sat in one of the large overstuffed chairs, smiling to Herself about what She had planned for Her stepson. About thirty minutes later Percy entered the parlor, dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Stephanie sipped on Her cup of tea and said nothing. Finally, Percy spoke to Her, "Stepmother, I'm going out for a while and look for a place to set up a baseball field. I can't wait to get some guys over here for a game. I'll be back later." Stephanie said nothing to Percy, a hint of Her aggravation with Him. Percy did not come back until almost five o'clock. He went on and on about how big the place was and how the walls were so tall that he felt "trapped" on the grounds. After a quick supper, Stephanie announced at seven She was "retiring to my bedroom for the evening." Percy went to his room and tried to locate a channel on his television set. But to no avail. So......bored.....Percy thought to himself. "I'll go downstairs...get a snack...Stepmother's bedroom is on the way to the kitchen...well, sort of..." And so off he went. And old habits were indeed hard to break for little Percy. That irresistible temptation to sneak past his beautiful Stepmother's boudoir sent him on his tiptoes...slowly...quietly...he stood silently at the entrance to Her boudoir...and, lucky for him, Her door was open (!)...She must be in the bathroom...I'll just wait here.....until........Oh no! These hardwood floors creak. Maybe She didn't hear me." PERCY!" His stepmother called out.....
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Percy froze for just a second. His stepmother was still in the bathroom. So he ran! Oh yes, as he had done each and every time before he thought he had been discovered hovering outside his beautiful stepmother's private boudoir, Percy took off! Upstairs! And he never looked back. Only after he had run into his upstairs bedroom did Percy close the door, almost out of breath, and smile to himself at how, yet again, he had skillfully avoided his Stepmother's catching him. It had become a game for little Percy all the way back to when She had first married his father and they had lived in the much smaller home. But now...Stepmother's boudoir was larger...much larger...and it held so much potential...for little Percy to explore the first time Stepmother was away. Meanwhile, Stephanie entered Her boudoir, fresh from getting out of Her luxurious bath...and acutely aware that Her sneaky little stepson had been standing outside Her door...again. So.......after brushing Her beautiful long hair, putting on some pale pink lipstick, and then choosing an especially lacy white satin full slip, Stephanie Anderson walked slowly upstairs to her stepson's room. The door was closed. Music from the record player was playing. So She knocked on the door. No answer. She knocked again. This time She heard Percy come to the door. And when poor little Percy opened it, his mouth fell open. He just stood there. Stepmother was beautiful! And stepmother's lacy slip was, well, beautiful! Stephanie towered over little Percy. She forced the door open to Percy's room. Percy was speechless. "Percy, my dear, I have to go to a meeting tomorrow. I'll be leaving around ten o'clock in the morning. Remember, tea is at nine. I do hope you'll be there." And then She kissed Percy on the cheek, flicked the fingers of her long right hand against the 4-inch wide scalloped lace hem of Her white satin slip, turned on her heel, and left. On Her way to the stairway, She reminded Percy, "Remember, Percy, My bedroom is off limits...strictly forbidden. Good night, Percy..."
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The next morning the beautiful Stephanie Anderson was dressed in a classic yellow cotton shirtdress, the last two buttons unsecured. And, of course, this allowed for tantalizing glimpses of a gorgeous lavishly lace-trimmed white half slip. Stephanie had hoped her dear little stepson, Percy, might make an appearance at their scheduled nine o'clock tea time in the brightly sunlit parlor downstairs. But alas, Percy did not appear. Stephanie, of course, was livid at Her little arrogant stepson's brazen disobedience and disrespect directed towards Her. Clearly, She surmised, this was a personal power struggle between Percy and Her. Just before Stephanie left for Her ten o'clock meeting, necessitating Her to leave the large gated estate and, consequently, to leave Percy alone, her brazenly disrespectful stepson finally made his appearance in the parlor. Of course, Stephanie realized, he was doing this on purpose. "Percy, how nice of you to make an appearance in my parlour...fifty-five minutes late. I expected you to be here sharply at nine. Did you not hear me last night? After all, I made a personal visit to your room to remind you." She slowly crossed Her long nylon-covered legs, allowing for even more exquisite white lace to display itself. After crossing Her legs, Stephanie deliberately rested Her right hand on some of the white lace hem of Her satin slip that had conspicuously caught her stepson's eye. And then She fingered the lace. Slowly. Deliberately. Proudly. Femininely. Percy could only stare. "I asked you a question, Percy," She pressed him. The googoo-eyed Percy stammered something about "forgetting." "I see," remarked his beautiful blonde Stepmother. "Sooooo...you have forgotten for TWO days now? Both days you have been absent from our tea time in the parlour." Percy stammered again, clearly mesmerized by the slip's delicate lace exposing itself. Stephanie was becoming quite intrigued at the rather calming...no, almost controlling, effect that this was having on her stepson. "Come here, my dear little stepson," She purred. She fingered the white lace of Her slip for Percy to see. "Come here," She repeated. Her voice became more stern, yet She maintained a coolness about Her demeanor. She fingered her lace again, toying with it playfully. Percy slowly approached his beautiful Stepmother, Her sitting regally in a large comfortable leather chair. "Don't try me, Percy. Further disobedience will result in severe punishment," Stephanie said softly, but firmly, and with much confidence. "Do you understand...?"
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Stephanie glared icily into little Percy's saucer-shaped wide eyes. Percy had never felt this way before. Why, oh why, did his Stepmother's lacy slip seem to attract him like a moth to fire? Recovering his aplomb, at least partially, Percy brushed aside his stepmother dismissively. "Sure, Stepmother," he said sarcastically and condescendingly, "Whatever you say." Stephanie slowly rose from the chair, quickly smoothed out Her skirt, and, towering over Her stepson, told him that She would be out of the house for a few hours, reminding Percy just before exiting though the front door, "My bedroom is strictly off limits, Percy. Stay out!" As Her high heels clicked over the hardwood floors and out the front door, She closed the door behind Percy, got into Her new Cadillac, and drove down the long drive, thru the security gate, and out of Percy's sight. Yes, Percy followed his beautiful Stepmother out of the house and watched Her drive away. Percy wanted to make sure that Stepmother indeed had left for good. And just in case She decided to come back in a few minutes, perhaps because She might have forgotten something, Percy waited his planned 15 minutes before his insatiable curiosity demanded that he explore that unmistakably feminine sanctuary of his captivatingly beautiful Stepmother...Her Bedroom. And with his heart pounding, little Percy ran excitedly back into the expansive mansion, his mission clearly focused on invading that enticingly feminine bedroom. Besides, he reasoned, because his Stepmother was sooooo insistent that he stay out, well, as the disobedient little boy he had tried to become, it was his duty to disobey Her. Wasn't it? Ohhhhh yes! As he approached Stepmother's boudoir, that undeniably sweet smell of femininity wafted thru the entrance. These sweet scents reminded Percy of his beautiful stepmother. The hypnotic aroma lured Percy inside, so easily, with no male resistance from Percy at all. Once inside, Percy was like a kid in a candy store. Where, oh where, shall he start. YES! Oh yes! The armoire. Not just any armoire, though. THE armoire!!! Yes!!! THAT ONE!! Over there! In the corner. The one with the...the...dare he think it (? )...the PETTICOATS!!! He just HAD to SEE them! TOUCH them! Examine them closely!!! Poor little Percy could not resist the forbidden fruit!!!........
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Poor, poor Percy. His plan to be methodical, careful not to leave any traces of his intrusion into his beautiful Stepmother's private sanctuary, was evaporating. While he had invaded Stepmother's privacy before, in the other house, with a much smaller bedroom to explore, this was different. Besides, Stepmother had given Percy the briefest tour of Her boudoir...and whetted his strange and insatiable appetite for silk, satin, taffeta, and lace. And so much more! He scampered about the ultrafeminine bedroom. And soon he led himself to the armoire. The top half, containing the billowy clouds of net and lace, was barely out of Percy's reach. He stretched on his toes, reaching out as farrrrrr as he could, inches away...from opening the cabinet and releasing that swirl of femininity that mysteriously held Percy captive. He took no time to question his boyishness. Now wasn't the time, he reasoned. Secure in his simple self-serving rationalization that "this" was a passing phase, an occasional momentary escape, his mind was working a thousand miles a minute to look for a chair to move over to the front of the armoire so he could use his "boyish" climbing ability to reach the cabinet doors and release the petticoats from their confinement. Working quickly, and quite focused on his mission, Percy paid little attention to where a Queen Anne chair was BEFORE he positioned it in front of the armoire. Percy briefly assessed the stability of the chair before climbing onto it and r-e-a-c-h-i-n-g up to the top half of the armoire. He momentarily recalled his Stepmother's ever-so-briefly-titillating view of them the night earlier when She offered him a brief walk thru Her most private quarters. The (feigned) surprise when Her petticoats spilled out everywhere upon Her opening of the cabinet doors. And NOW...ohhhhhhh yes, NOW.......mission accomplished (!), Percy smiled to himself proudly. HE.....Percy.....would enjoy seeing the mysteriously beautiful pettis...by himself...with time to examine their captivating beauty. And then Percy reached to open the cabinets. NO!...NO! NO! NO! He clenched his fists for a moment. Sweat dripped from his brows. LOCKED!!!!!!!!! The cabinet was locked! How could he have been so stupid! Where...oh where (!) was the key??? He nervously and desperately ran his fingers thru his thick blonde curly hair. He had to get inside that armoire. He just had to!!! So........Percy got down from his perch and began rummaging thru Stepmother's drawers. They were not locked. And ALL of the drawers were laden with meticulously arranged luxurious feminine frillies. Lace was abundant!! Satin full slips! Half slips! Panties! And lacy bras! Percy seemed to notice that much of the lingerie seemed to match. An ivory colored satin slip, lavishly lacy, strategically and carefully placed in a scented drawer with matching bra and panties. And while Percy had seen similar lingerie in earlier discoveries at the other house, it was obvious Stepmother, after moving into Her new boudoir, had purchased soooo much more!!! And THESE were far lacier and silkier than others Percy had discovered. And after several minutes of desperately searching for the key to the petticoats (At least 30 minutes, though little Percy obviously had lost all track of time!), Percy gave up in frustration. But, of course, all was not lost! Definitely NOT!!! There was soooo much to see...and to touch. His discoveries, sans the petticoats, had revealed lacy and silky and satiny treasures beyond his wildest expectations!!!...
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Percy's little heart was beating a million (or so it seemed) miles a minute! The sheer enormity of Stepmother's feminine bedroom was almost overwhelming! The "candy store" was unattended by the "owner," and frilly, lacy confections were everywhere!!! For a moment, Percy regained his "focus," and centered the Queen Anne chair back to exactly where it had been before he moved it. Didn't he? Could he be sure? And why....oh why....had he carelessly rummaged thru the delicate and dainty silks, satins, and laces in the drawers containing his Stepmother's expensive lingerie in a desperate search for the key to the petticoats? His mind was torn between "reorganizing" Stepmother's lavish lingerie, just as She had had it, and examining some of the lacier slips which lay before him. Ohhhhh! Decisions, decisions!!! And what about the time!!! What time was it? Rushing out momentarily to look at the time on the large grandfather clock in the main hallway, near the entrance, it was now almost eleven thirty. Where had the time gone!!! Percy knew he couldn't take any chances on his beautiful Stepmother coming home and catching him "in the act." And surely She wouldn't notice that he had pilfered through Her undies. After all, he reasoned, She had never noticed before. At least She had never acknowledged it! Soooo, he reasoned, he would simply straighten things out. And the benefit of his tidying up would be the opportunity to touch, to feel, to hold against his face, perhaps, the cool satin and dainty lace of Stepmother's lavish, luscious lingerie. He would be careful...very careful...he determined, to put every single delicate piece back EXACTLY the way Stepmother had organized it. It would be easy, Percy thought. And already his mind already was racing with anticipation to the next time Stepmother would be out of the house. Percy could hardly wait!!!...
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Thirty minues later, just as the large clock signalled it's noon chimes, Percy was scrutinizing his efforts to leave Stepmother's boudoir just as She had left it two hours earlier. And while Percy was satisfied with his work, he lacked the arrogant confidence he had possessed in the past after rummaging and pilfering thru his beautiful Stepmother's dainties in their other house - the one with a much smaller bedroom. Percy had never seen so many delicate pieces of beautiful lacy lingerie in all his life! And, he reasoned, such a vast assortment in so many chests and drawers certainly had left him with the slight possibility that Stepmother might detect an intruder had violated Her warnings to Percy about Her boudoir being "strictly off limits." Still, though, Percy believed that no Woman, not even Stepmother, could remember where EVERY piece of lingerie had been placed. Could She? No...certainly not!! Percy moved the Queen Anne chair several times, though, faulting himself for carelessly rushing to open the upper armoire cabinets containing Stepmother's frothy petticoats. And yet already he was figuring out how to locate that all-important key! And then...just as Percy was sneaking one last look inside Stepmother's boudoir...sniffing around her makeup vanity...and daring to sit on Her feminine settee...there IT was! At least he assumed that was IT. A key! A single solitary long antique key...laying neatly on top of one of Stepmother's makeup brushes (a blush brush, Percy would later learn). Dare he move it? Was there ANY way he would ever be able to replicate its exact position...on Stepmother's makeup brush? Had Stepmother mistakenly put it there or...Percy asked himself...had She placed it there...intentionally...as a sort of "trap" for her nosy little stepson? The lure of seeing...feeling...Stepmother's petticoats was sooooooooooo strong. Dare he take the key and give in? He gulped. And then...he started to reach for the key when..........he heard a car door slam! Oh no!!!! In a flash, little Percy shoved the settee away from underneath Stepmother's vanity! No time to return it to its original position!!! Little Percy scampered as fast as could out of the feminine boudoir and raced upstairs to his room, slammed the door, and pretended to be reading a book when......"Percy! Percy! Come down here! Right now!" Stephanie Anderson was standing in the doorway to the front hall when Percy arrived downstairs. He was scared. "Percy," She said, "Please go out to the car and unload the groceries. Put them in the kitchen. You may go out and play, if you wish, until five o'clock. Dinner is at six o'clock. As Percy moved quickly to go out to the car, he noticed his Stepmother staring right through him...and looking at the open door to Her private boudoir. Percy ran outside, out of Stepmother's way, made several trips to the kitchen with the bags of groceries, and then he got out of there as fast as his little feet could carry him...
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Dinner that evening, for Percy, was surprisingly uneventful. He asked his Stepmother where the box containing his baseballs, glove, bats, footballs, and toys was. Stephanie Anderson coldly replied to her stepson in her finest British accent, "I haven't a clue, Percy dear. I though you told the movers to put it in the moving van. Did you forget to do it, my dear?" "No, Stepmother. I am positive I told them to get it. I don't know what could have happened. Could it be lying around here somewhere?" "No, my dear. I am quite certain everything has been unpacked. I suppose we'll just have to replace them." "Does this mean I can get a new glove, Stepmother. And a new bat? Several bats? And some new toys?" "Perhaps, Percy. Perhaps." Then Stephanie added coyly, "Of course, your behavior must improve, Percy." "What do you mean!?" Percy responded defensively. "We'll talk about it in the morning, over tea, in the parlour, precisely at nine o'clock." "B...B...But, Stepmother...that's not fair!" His Stepmother laughed mockingly. "Why, of course it's fair, Percy. Besides, you really have NO choice in the matter, now do you? And you can start by clearing the table and doing the dishes." Percy defiantly responded, "That's girls' work!" "Take it or leave it, Percy." And with that, his beautiful Stepmother got up from the dining room table, smoothed out Her skirts, and went to Her bedroom, shutting the door behind Her. Percy clinched his fists in anger. How dare Her! He couldn't stand that b&^%$! And then he laughed to himself about how he had gotten away with sneaking into Her bedroom while She had been gone. After all, She hadn't even mentioned it at dinner. So at least She couldn't hold that over him. Percy grudgingly cleared the table, though, washed and dried the dishes, and thought about that key on Stepmother's vanity. And for the next hour, upon going up to his room, little Percy recalled his brazen morning excursion into the deep feminine confines of his strikingly beautiful stepmother's boudoir. Now he knew Her most intimate secrets surrounding Her extensive collection of expensive, lavishly lacy lingerie. And...ohhhhhh.....those petticoats!! HER petticoats!! And now he had located that evasive key to his favorite armoire. Around eight o'clock that evening Percy gave in to his temptation to wander by his Stepmother's bedroom, with the hope that he just might catch a glimpse of Her. And he wasn't disappointed! Deciding not to creep quite as closely as he had the previous night, when the floor creaked, Percy stood from afar, gazing at his beautiful Stepmother, seated comfortably at the feminine settee in front of Her vanity mirror, a gold hairbrush in Her hand, slowly brushing Her long golden blonde hair, and wearing only the beautiful lacy white satin half slip he had caught glimpses of earlier in the day, and a matching bra. Suddenly, the telephone in Her bedroom rang. Getting up to answer the bedside white French provincial telephone with gold trim, She laughed, listened intently, whispered a few things into the phone, and ended the call by saying, just loudly enough for Percy to hear, "Perfect!! Thank you for calling, Nancy. I'll be in touch." And with that, Stephanie Anderson hung up the phone, returned to take Her place on the settee, lowered Herself onto the pink cushion and smoothed her lacy satin slip as She sat down. Then, crossing Her legs, She daintily took the four-inch lacy hem between her forefingers, and draped it carefully over Her crossed legs. Percy slipped away into the dark corner of the main hall, processing what he had just witnessed, and asking himself, "Nancy? Who is 'Nancy?' I remember that name from somewhere..."
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The next morning Percy was awake by seven o'clock. He knew that if he was going to get his baseball equipment and other toys replaced by his Stepmother, then, well, he had no choice but to be downstairs, in the parlour, by nine o'clock, bathed and dressed...for tea. This was stupid!!! Only girls had tea parties! Besides, he reasoned, as soon as his stuff was replaced and he had what he wanted, he'd just stop going to tea. So, instead of showing up at nine o'clock, Percy decided he would really impress his Stepmother and arrive early. At eight thirty, washed and wearing clean clothes, Percy descended the long staircase. When She was nowhere to be seen, Percy wandered towards her bedroom. Her door was wide open. And what Percy saw made him freeze in his footsteps, resolved not to make nary a sound. There SHE was. Sitting at Her vanity. In the laciest white satin full slip he had ever seen! It was soooooo lacy. So feminine. ANd beneath the lacy bodice Percy could see more lace. A beautiful matching lace bra. He was sure. Two sets of narrow ribbon straps. The back of Her slip ultralacy, too. And.....She was putting on Her makeup. Percy was mesmerized. He watched Her dip a large brush into some powder, a slight pinkish hue, he thought, and then tap the brush before carefully applying a few quick strokes to each of her cheekbones. She did it again. Laying the large brush back down on the vanity, She then took a much smaller brush, dabbed it into a small "something" (?) and apply the light blue colored powder to her eyelids. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. Suddenly...out of nowhere...She spoke, "Oh Percy dear, would you please come in here?" Percy could hardly believe his ears...or his luck! Never before had he been invited into Stepmother's private feminine sanctuary. Never. Until now. Too stunned to respond, he remained frozen in his tracks. He didn't want his beautiful Stepmother to know that he had been in the vicinity of that lovely room. So he pretended not to hear Her. Stepmother smiled and giggled to Herself. "Oh Percy, please come here, Dear. I shan't ask you again" in Her beautiful feminine British accent. Percy froze. Should he gallup back up the stairs quickly to his room, out of range of his Stepmother's voice? Or should he...go to THE room...HER room, where he had snuck into many times before? As badly as he wanted to retreat up those stairs, he knew he could not. "Percy, be a good little boy and come in here this instant," Stepmother said cunningly. She looked at the lavish white lace bodice of Her white satin slip as it encased Her two full b ( " at " ) #$$s within Her lacy white satin bra. So lacy! So pretty! So feminine! She looked down at the four-inch wide expanse of scalloped white French lace on the hem of Her luscious slip. Now She was prepared for poor little Percy...
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Percy remained frozen in his tracks. He had bathed and put on clean clothes for morning tea. Because all of his toys had been "lost," he knew he had to cooperate with his beautiful Stepmother in order to get what he wanted, even if it included meeting Her for tea every morning at nine o'clock in Her parlour. And now he was being invited, or summoned, to the very room he had sneaked into the morning before. Did Stepmother know? Had She figured it out? As Percy contemplated running back upstairs, away from his beautiful, feminine Stepmother...as he realized he had never formally been "invited" by Her into Her most private of rooms, Stephanie called Her little stepson again, "PERCY!!! Come in here this minute! I KNOW you are out there!" Her voice was now clearly more commanding. And so little Percy slithered towards Stepmother's feminine boudoir. When he got to the entrance, he saw his beautiful Stepmother still sitting at Her vanity, applying the final touches of Her makeup. Never turning around to look at Percy, Stephanie ordered Her stepson to "come in, Percy. Why don't you close the door...so we can chat...while I finish putting on my makeup. Now...be a good little boy and do EXACTLY as I tell you." Percy swallowed hard. His Stepmother opened a long tube of lipstick, slowly rolled the bright red lipstick to the top, and deftly applied it to Her luscious lips. Then She pursed Her lips several times, added just a bit more lipstick, pursed Her lips again, studied Herself in the mirror, smiled satisfactorily, and returned the lipstick back into the gold cylinder, turning it slowly, and putting the top back on. Laying the lipstick tube on Her vanity, the beautiful Stephanie turned around on the settee to face Her stepson. It was then that Percy got a firsthand look at the lavish white lace hem of Stepmother's luxuriously feminine satin and lace full slip. Stephanie took Her right hand, her red fingernail polish freshly applied to Her long fingernails, and directed Her lacy hem to rest atop Her knee, legs crossed. She pulled the lace just slightly over Her kneecap. And then She rested Her right hand on the lacy hem. Percy had indeed shut the door to the feminine boudoir, and then moved apprehensively closer to his Stepmother, his eyes now fixated on Her gorgeous feminine lace slip. And now his Stepmother began fingering the lavish lace with Her fingers, flipping the lace this way and that way, smiling at Percy. "Come closer, Percy," Stephanie ordered Her stepson. She pursed Her red painted lips slowly. "Percy?" She asked him, "Do you have something to tell Stepmother?" Her voice was calm, feminine, and firm. And, of course, Percy froze. Unable to utter even a syllable. His eyes feasting on the sight of that lovely, feminine, and very lacy slip his Stepmother proudly wore. Stephanie noticed little beads of sweat on Percy's brow...
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Percy was now alone with his beautiful blonde Stepmother in the most feminine of bedrooms. "Come here, Percy Dear," Stephanie ordered him. As Percy approached, Stephanie watched the little boy try not to stare at Her lavishly lacy slip. And, of course, Stephanie made that difficult, toying with Her long fingers over the four-inch lacy hem. As She fingered Her lace playfully, Stephanie looked straight into little Percy's wide blue eyes. "What are you looking at, Percy? Hmmmm...?" She laughed tauntingly. Percy tried to look away. "Look at me, Percy, when I ask you a question. You should have better manners. Clearly, you need to be disciplined." The room was silent. Stephanie waited for Percy to say something...anything. And She toyed with Her lace. She flicked her lace up and down, slid Her long fingers underneath it, caressed it. "Look at me, young man, when I speak to you," She repeated. Percy looked up. His face filled with nervousness. Did Stepmother know what he had done the morning before? Did She? And as he looked at his stunningly beautiful blonde Stepmother, She reached around to the back of Her head with Her left hand (Her right hand still toying with Her white lace.), slowly took the white satin ribbon from Her ponytail, and allowed Her long wavy blonde tresses to escape their confinement, cascading out beautifully over Her shoulders, over the narrow white ribbon straps of Her white lace slip and matching bra. She shook Her head, and Her long golden tresses fell into place. And then She took a golden hairbrush in Her right hand, removing her hand atop Her lace, placed Her left hand on Her knees, adjusted Her lacy hem, and s-l-o-w-l-y began to move the brush through Her thick wavy blonde hair with Her right hand. As She stroked Her long wavy blonde locks, She peered at Herself in the mirror. Of course, She could sense little Percy's nervousness. "Come closer, Percy, I won't bite," She laughed, a hint of taunting in Her British accent. "You would admit that your lack of manners should result in my disciplining you, my Dear, wouldn't you, Percy?" Her British accent had always had this calming effect on Percy, especially when She spoke authoritatively. "Answer me, Percy," She ordered, moving the golden hairbrush slowly, meticulously through Her golden locks. Percy swallowed. "I...I....don't know....wh...whattttt you.....are....talking about, Stepmother," he stammered. She laughed tauntingly. "Of course YOU do, Percy! Don't be coy with me, young man! You're not too old for me take you over My knees and spank you with this hairbrush," She declared, clearly startling him. She sensed Percy's complete vulnerability, and realized that the ultrafeminine surroundings of Her boudoir, as well as Her very feminine appearance and mannerisms this morning, had a very controlling effect on this little boy. She stopped brushing Her hair and displayed the hairbrush to the frightened boy. And then She laid it on the counter of the vanity, picked up Her blush brush, opened the compact of blusher, swirled the brush in the pinkish powder, tapped the excess powder off of the brush, and slightly, deftly, applied just a touch more blush to Her cheeks. Percy noticed how quick, how perfectly mehtodical...how definitively...........feminine this was. On the other hand, Stephanie realized, triumphantly, how hypnotic and controlling this was on him. So She decided to have some fun with her naughty little stepson. Pointing the blush brush DIRECTLY at Percy, Stephanie asked him, "So what did you do yesterday morning, Percy...while I was away? Hmmmm...? She laughed.
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Percy was clearly caught off guard by his beautiful Stepmother's question. "Come closer, my dear little stepson," Stephanie ordered him. Percy edged closer, now only a few feet away from his beautiful Stepmother. Stephanie took Her maekup brush and ever so slightly touched each of Her cheeks again. After looking approvingly in the makeup mirror at Her beautiful reflection, Stephanie turned around on the satin-cushioned settee to face Her stepson. She continued to hold the feminine makeup brush between Her fingers in Her right hand. She would use Her makeup brush as a kind of "point of emphasis," She reasoned. "Now, Percy...where were we? Oh, yess!!! I asked you a question. What did you do yesterday...while I was away...out of the house...at my meeting?" The wide white lacy hem of her exquisite slip had managed to slide above Her knee when She turned around on the settee, so She deliberately took Her left hand to daintily, femininely, take Her lacy hem and pull it to just below Her knee, Her long legs crossed. But before She released Her hand from the lacy hem, She fingered it playfully in front of Her wide-eyed stepson. SHe looked straight at Him, waiting for an answer to Her question. "Oh, nothing, really....Stepmother." Percy nervously wrigged his little hands in his pockets, his legs slightly spread apart. He rocked back and forth, nervvously afraid to respond to his beautiful Stepmother's question. But he knew he better come up with something. The short answer he had provided Her did not seem to satisfy Her at all. "I just...well,....played in the yard..." "And.......???" Stephanie countered, wanting more from Percy. ".......and...and...well, you know........" Percy stammered. "NO, Percy, I Don't kniow." Stephanie responded. "So why don't you tell me....." She moved Her head forward, and brushed her long wavy blonde hair from Her face. And then She pointed the makeup brush DIRECTLY at her frightened little stepson, coming within only a foot of his frightened face. "Is there something you are not telling me, Percy?" Recovering surprisingly quickly, Percy became verbally combatave with his Stepmother, "N...n...no, Stepmother! I told you. I played...in the yard, in my room, ......" Silence. Percy had run out of excuses. So his Stepmother just sat there...for several seconds...Silence. Silence still. Percy hated when She did this. In the past, in the smaller house, Percy had always managed to come up with excuses or simply walk out on Her. But this morning was different. Yes, very different. Because poor little Percy was alone...in that big house...in the exquisitely feminine bedroom of his beautiful Stepmother...and She was exerting a type of control over him he had never known before...
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Pointing Her makeup brush straight at Percy, now only inches away, Stephanie ordered Her mesmerized little stepson to "Sit down beside me, Percy. Right now!" Pointing to a spot, albeit a small one, Stephanie pointed to a spot right next to Her. "Come here, Percy. If you do not, I shall have to discipline you." The She took her maekup brush, in Her hand, and pointed it to the spot on the makeup bench, right next to Her. She knew he would obey. Oh YES, SHe knew. And he did. Immediately. nd when Percy lowered himself onto the bench, sitting right next to his beautiful Stepmother, SHe pointed Her makeup brush at him, declaring, "That's a good little boy, Percy." ANd then She forced Her makeup brush into Percy's trembling fingers, "Here, hold my makeup brush fro me, Percy. need to do something with my eyeshadow." And when he took the blush brush from Her, Stephanie smiled triumphantly. Applying a small touch of shimmering shadow to Her eyes, Stephanie asked her stepson, "Were you a bad little boy yesterday, Percy?" "I...I....I....d..d...don'y....know....what...you're....talk...ing about, Stepmother," Percy answered. Continuing to look at Her beautiful image in the lighted vanity mirror, Stephanie coolly applied final touches of Her eyeshadow. Looking at Herself one more, and satisfied, She exclaimed, "Good! Perfect! I'm almost ready for our morning tea." And when little Percy took this as a sign to try to get up, his Stepmoither put Her left hand firmly on his shoulder, keeping him in place. "You're not going anywhere. We haven't finished our little chat and I haven't found a dress to wear." Percy continued to hold onto his Stepmother's makeup brush, a fact that Stephanie had not missed. ANd he remained seated. "You've been a naughty little boy, Percy," Stephanie suddenly stated. Percy was caught surprised at Her forwardness. She continued. "What were you doing in here yesterday, Percy, while I was away. I already know you were in here." "B...B...B...." "SHUSH!!!" Stephanie took Her right hand and grabbed Percy's chin, squeeezing it. "OUCH! OUCH! You're hurting me!" Percy screamed. "You naughty little boy!" Stephanie asserted. "YOU need to be punished. And you WILL be!" Stephanie added. She squeezed his chin a bit harder. "NOW...I shall not ask you again, Percy. WERE YOU IN MY BOUDOIR YESTERDAY?.......WITHOUT MY PERMISSION?!?" "B...B...B....OUCH!!" "Yes or no, Percy!" "YES...YES!!!! Now, please let go, Stepmother. You're hurting me!" "So......Percy...you admit it?" Stephanie maintained Her grip on Percy's chin. "You've been a naugty little boy?" "OUCH" "Well, Percy, have you?" "OUCH!!!!" Her vice grip tightened. "YESSSSS! YESSSSSS!" Percy cried. "Say it, Percy. Say it!" "Say what" "I've been a naughty little boy, Stepmother." Percy hesitated, but not for long. "I...I...I'...ve been a ...naughty...little....boy............Stepmother." "And I need to be disciplined." Percy froze. "Say it, Percy!!!" "And..and...," Percy cried, "I need to be disciplined." "Very good, my little boy. Very good. Now...say it again." "I...I...'ve been a naughty little boy....OUCH!!!...and I need to be disciplined......"
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"That's better, my dear." Stephanie laughed, releasing Percy's chin from Her grip. "Hand me my makeup brush, Percy," She ordered. Pointing it at him menacingly, Stephanie said, "From now on, Percy, you will always call me 'Mommy.' When we are in the company of others, you will call me 'Mommy Dearest.' Any omission will result in punishment. Is that clear, Percy?" Percy nodded affirmatively. "You will look at me, Percy, whenever I speak to you, unless you are told to do otherwise. You will smile, and say, "Yes, Mommy." I shall not remind you again." "Yes, Mom...myyy." Percy responded. Smiling triumphantly, Stephanie continued. "Very good, my boy. Very good. The sooner you understand who is in charge, the better you and I can get along. "Now......tell Mommy all about your naughty little exploits in My boudoir yesterday...while I was away. You made quite a mess of My lingerie. My slips had been pilfered through, My bras shuffled about, and it is obvious you even moved My settee. Were you playing in My makeup, too?" Percy's little face was beet red. And some tears had fallen as a result of his Stepmother's firm grip on his chin. Percy was too embarrassed to say anything. So Stephanie continued. "For starters, there will be NO baseball equipment or footballs replaced until you have learned to behave and respect Me. Besides," She teased, "Your preoccupation with My lacy and dainty things certainly doesn't speak too highly of your need for those boy things, anyway. As a second punishment, you will fold every piece of My lingerie...under My direct supervision...after we have had our tea. This afternoon you will take every one of My slips, My half slips, My panties, My bras, My garter belts, and My stockings, and you will neatly and carefully arrange them...under My direct supervision. Is that clear, Percy?" "Yes. Mommy." Percy quietly answered. "My lacy things are NOT for you to play with, Percy. However, I will allow you to organize and fold them for Me." "B...b...but..." "SHUSH! Do Not speak to Me when you are visiting Me in My private boudoir unless you are given permission. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mommy." "That's better." And then Stephanie rose from Her settee, put on a 5-inch pair of white stiletto heels, and ordered Her stepson to stand in front of Her. And with Her heels on, Stephanie Anderson now towered over little Percy by more than a foot. "You will need an apron because YOU will be serving ME tea this morning." Stephanie walked over to the large walk-in closet, disappeared for a moment, and returned with perhaps the laciest, most feminine garment Her little stepson had ever laid eyes on. And Percy's pained expression simply made Stephanie laugh! Holding the short white satin, and elaborately lace-trimmed apron in front of Her stepson, Stephanie declared, "Perfect!!!..."
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The apron. White, satiny, and lacy. Very lacy! An apron any feminine maid would have been proud to wear. But Percy? Percy? Hardly. "I'm not wearing that thing!!!" Percy stomped his feet on the plush carpet in his Stepmother's boudoir. "I am not!!!" Stephanie scowled at Her stepson. "And you can't make me!" "Very well, Percy. Very well. However, that baseball glove, bat, baseballs, football, toys...." "Stop!" Percy angrily retorted. "My dear little Percy," Stephanie responded calmly, but firmly, "You WILL wear this frilly little apron. You WILL serve Me tea, and you WILL straighten up My lingerie...every single lacy item. After all, it was YOU...YOU, Percy...who came into My room...even after you had been warned...numerous times. And it was YOU, Percy, who pilfered through My slips, My bras, My lingerie!!! How dare YOU!" Percy had never heard his Stepmother respond to one of his tantrums like this. Before, he had always "won." But now it was different. Things had changed. Now they were inside his beautiful Stepmother's most feminine boudoir. Alone. Just the two of them. And Stepmother was dressed in a most beautiful lace and satin slip. And Stepmother was towering over him. Alas, Percy's bravado was gone...all of it...albeit suddenly. But it WAS gone. ALL of it. Where did it go? How had this happened? It was as if Stepmother had this magical spell over little Percy...especially when She was dressed so mesmerizingly feminine. Especially when She was so beautiful! Her makeup. Her lacy slip. OHHHHHH...How could little Percy have been so stupid to have left himself so vulnerable to his beautiful Stepmother. OHHH! How could he have been so .......Percy's thoughts were interrupted by his Stepmother's sweet feminine cajoling voice. Her lacy satin slip, Her makeup, Her feminine perfume...were simply too much for little Percy to resist. "Stand still, Percy." Stepmother almost whispered in her stepson's ear. And then...so skillfully...so confidently...and so quickly (!), She stepped behind little Percy. and tied HIS frilly serving apron in the largest, most perfectly feminine bow She had ever executed. "Perfect!" She exclaimed. "Just perfect!" She laughed triumphantly. And then She immediately dragged Her little stepson over to one of the several long full-length white antique mirrors that adorned Her large bedroom. It was a swivel mirror. Ordering Her stunned little stepson to stand directly in front of the full-length mirror, She remarked to him, "A vast improvement, my dear little stepson." And then She reached down to finger the lavish expanse of the wide lacy hem of his satin apron, toying with the lace, whispering, " I DO have lacier aprons, Percy dear, if you would prefer something a bit MORE feminine." And then She laughed triumphantly...
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Percy clinched his little fist in anger. His face reddened. He was angry. And yet the lacy feminine apron, together with his beautiful Stepmother's own ultrafeminine persona, were simply too much for him to put up any meaningful resistance. "Percy, dear, this is a start. A tiny start, mind you," She said coyly in Her beautiful British accent. Percy didn't understand Her remark, but he didn't question it...for now. "However," Stepmother added, "I do not think you will be wearing long trousers with such a beautiful and feminine apron." Little Percy's eyes widened!!! Then She took Her makeup brush from the counter of Her vanity and again used it as a pointer. Aiming it DIRECTLY just millimeters from his apron's lavishly lacy hem, She commented, "A short little petticoat, perhaps," She giggled. "Oh, NOOOOOO! NOOOOOOO! NO, Stepmother, PLEASE!!! NOOOO!" Stephanie laughed at Her frightened littls stepson. "WHAT DID YOU CALLl ME?" "I...I...I...forgot,....Mom... Mommy." Percy quickly corrected himself. "We're alone, Percy. NOW. What did you call me!" "I...I...I...I...for........got.....Mommy. I....I....I'm sor....ry!" "Perhaps if I made you wear a petticoat...your memory might improve?" She teased. And then She took Her big powder makeup brush and swished it teasingly over his fiery red cheeks, flush with embarrassment. "Hmmmmmm, my naughty little stepson? A nice, poufy, five-tier net petticoat, a cute little short one, just COVERED and DRIPPING in dainty LACE?!? And plenty of DELICATE PINK SATIN BOWS? Would a frilly little petticoat improve your memory, Percy Dear?' She teased. "My dear friend, Nancy Gilbert, has OODLES of petticoats...and frilly party dresses...for little...............girls who just ADORE playing in her salon! You do remember my friend, Nancy, don't you, Percy? You met her when you accompanied Me to try on My wedding gown. I am SURE she could find the PERFECT PETTICOAT...just for YOU! Stephanie aimed Her makeup brush DIRECTLY into Percy's WIDE (VERY WIDE!!!) eyes...Percy's knees were trembling. Beads of sweat appeared on his brow. Stephanie giggled, and continued, "A curtsey is far prettier when petticoats are worn, my Dear boy. And they would DEFINITELY help YOU to learn the PERFECT CURTSEY...when you are serving ME tea. And..." She playfully added, "A perfect curtsey WILL be ESSENTIAL to the discipline that YOU so desperately need...and which I intend to implement and enforce upon you...every second of every day..until your behavior....and your manners....meet MY approval. Percy was scared stiff. And Stephanie knew it. Sooooo....She took Her makeup brush, opened the compact of blusher on Her vanity table, swirled the brush in the pinkish powder blush, tapped the brush ever so slightly to remove the excess powder, swirled it femininely over Her cheeks, and then................"Hold still, Percy." She commanded. Taking the delicate brush, She then swirled it across Percy's cheeks playfully, stood back to admire Her work, smiled triumphantly, put Her left hand femininely on Her waist, and aimed Her makeup brush, in Her right hand, directly at Her frightened and stunned little stepson, saying matter-of-factly, " This is my FINAL reminder, my little stepson. When we are alone, I WILL be addressed as 'Mommy Dearest.' Let me say again, one more time, Percy, 'Mommy Dearest,' when we are alone. Do I make myself clear? Because should you ever forget again, you WILL find yourself in the GIRLIEST, LACIEST, POUFIEST, FULLEST PETTICOATS I can find! Do I make myself clear, Dear?" She asked calmly but definitively, Her beautiful British accent adding emphasis. Percy gulped. "Y...Y..Yesssssss, ......... Mommy Dearest."....
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"That's a good boy! I knew you'd see it my way, Percy dear," SHe laughed. Laying the makeup brush back on the vanity table, Stephanie returned to face her frightened little stepson. She took Her long feminine fingers and ran them through her stepson's unkempt long blonde curly locks. Looking down at Percy, She added, "As for this hair of yours, I'm simply going to have to do something with it, too. It needs to be...how shall I say this...oh, yes (!)...prettier!" Laughing, She addressed the front of his lacy apron. Fingering the lacy hem playfully, She reminded him, "Wrinkled lace on your frilly aprons is not permitted, Percy...EVER! Nor will it be permitted on YOUR petticoats...when, er....oops(!)" She giggled, "I mean......if....you ever wear them. Wrinkled lace is very unfeminine and unbecoming on little girls...I mean...oops again (!), little boys......too. Soooooo...perhaps as a little memory enforcer.......wrinkled lace will result in ME putting YOU in a PETTICOAT. And if you are wearing multilayered lace-trimmed petticoats, my Dear, you will be spending quite a bit of time keeping YOUR lace from wrinkling. It should provide the perfect opportunity for you to practice this most qunitessentential of feminine skills. Don't you agree, Percy?" ...
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Poor little Percy stammered something about "being a boy" and that "boys don't wear those things." Stephanie ignored her little stepson's mild protestations, remarking coldly, "Remember, my dear boy. I will not tolerate wrinkled lace on any of your frilly aprons. And you will address me properly at all times. Your next mistake..." She stopped to reach down and playfully finger the lavish white lace hem of Percy's short satin serving apron, "You will find yourself in a petticoat. The fullest, frilliest, daintiest, and laciest I can find. Do I make myself clear, dear boy?" "Y...y...yesssss, ..... Mommy.....Dearest." "There now! That's better! Now.....stand in front of me and check your lace. Make sure it is not wrinkled. You don't want to find yourself in petticoats the first day, Percy.....or do you?" Stephanie, in Her gorgeous white satin and lace full slip, stood directly in front of Percy, and scrutinized him as he gathered the 4-inch wide white French lace hem and examined the hem for any wrinkled lace. Satisfied he had checked the frilly apron carefully, he looked pleadingly at his stepmother, and uttered suddenly, "Ohhhhh Mommy Dearest, PLEASE don't make me wear this! PUHLEEEZE!" A tear ran from his eye. Stephanie laughed at her stepson, and then icily told him, "When you are in my presence, Percy, you are not to speak unless you raise your hand daintily, and quickly, and wait for me to acknowledge you. This is your only warning. The next infraction will find yourself wearing a petticoat...as a reminder. Do you understand, my dear?" "Y...yessss, Mommy Dearest." "Very goood, Percy! Now, where were we....Oh, yes! Tea time! I do so look forward to our mornings together, my dear boy. I'm really quite disappointed...offended, somewhat...that you did not make our appointment yesterday morning. Sooooooooo...why don't we come up with another.....reminder....for you to NEVER forget tea time with Mommy Dearest. Starting tomorrow, if you are late for our tea time...hmmmmm.....let me think......Of course!!!!! I have the perfect reminder!!!!! A frilly little party dress....with oodles of fluffly petticoats..........just for My little boy!!!! I just know Miss Nancy has some simply adorable little party frocks in YOUR size, Percy! You do remember Miss Nancy, don't you, my dear boy? Such a delightful lady!..." Then Stephanie added, "Mommy Dearest would just LOVE to see Her naughty little boy allllll frocked and petticoated...serving Me My morning tea. Why, I could even invite a few of My closest Girlfriends over to see what an obedient little stepson you are becoming!".....
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A shocked (!!!) Percy's little mouth opened...aghast at what his beautiful, domineering, Stepmother had just said. And She was laughing!!! She fingered the lacy hem of Her own lavish satin full slip, Her fingers toying with Her own lace. Percy quickly raised his hand, not very taintily, but certainly very quickly. As he held it up in the air, his Stepmother simply stared at him, smiling a triumphant smile. "What is it, Percy," SHe asked, clearly annoyed at his attempt to request permission to speak to Her. "M...M....Mommy Dearest...I...I..." he stammered to continue, "WHAT IS IT, Percy!!!???" SHe asked impatiently. "P...p...please...ohhhhhh......puhleeeeeze don't....don't.....make........me.......wear....a....a.....a...uh..................." "A "what, Percy? Hmmmmmm...." She smiled at her little stepson condescendingly. Percy gulped. "A.....a......a....................d......d.......resssss." "Oh, you silly little boy! Now...........come with me. Let's enjoy our tea together," She said, matter of factly, in Her beautiful, confident British accent. And with that, Stephanie, grabbed Percy by his elbow, ushered him out of Her magnificently feminine boudoir, and into the parlor. AS they entered the parlor, Stephanie teased, "I do hope you won't mind Me having tea in My slip, Percy. After all, my dear little boy, it's not like you haven't seen Me in a slip before. As a matter of fact, my dear boy, I rather enjoy wearing a lacy slip around the house. You don't object, do you, Percy?" "N...n...n......., Mommy Dearest." Percy answered. And then: "PERCY!!! You naughty boy!!! You didn't even raise your hand to ask MY permission to talk. Does my naughty, ill-mannered little boy need a petticoat to remind him? Hmmmmm...? A nice little white net crinoline? All starched stiff. Five tiers, perhaps, with oodles of dainty feminine lace? I will NOT warn you again, Percy!!! Do I make myself perfectly clear?" This time, Percy did not forget to raise his hand. Stephanie corrected him. "Make your wrist limp, Percy, and hold your hand down a bit. A limp-wristed request will be far more appropriate, especially when you are wearing such a dainty, feminine apron." Percy knew exactly what he was being ordered to do...and he did it. He didn't like it...but he diid it. And then, without acknowledging Percy's request to speak, She led him to the kitchen, showed him how to fix Her tea, directed him to place the sterling silver tea pot, dainty cups, saucers, sugar, and cream atop the sterling silver antique serving cart, watched him roll it to the entrance of the parlor, and then ordered to wait at the entrance, standing at attention. "After I have found a comfortable place to sit, Percy, you will wait for me to ring a serving bell. Once you have heard the bell, you will push the tea cart to the center of the parlor room, and then take your place directly in front of me. Is that clear?" Holding his right arm limp wristed, She nodded her acknowledgment of his desire to reapond. "Yes, Mommy Dearest." "Very well, Percy." Stephanie decided to sit in an luxuriously comfortable pastel pink chair, next to a small end table. On the gtable was the small serving bell, often used to summon maids. "Ding dind," the dainty bell sounded. And with that, Percy slowly and carefully navigated the tea cart to the center of the room. Then he moved to his position directly in front of his beautiful Stepmother. "Now, my dear little Percy. The ultimate act of respect from any little girl...or maid... is a perfectly executed curtsey. You will be expected to curtsey whenever you enter My boudoir, whenever you are serving Me tea, whenever you are in the presence of other ladies or girls, or whenever directed to do so.
The preferred way to learn to curtsey properly is when the pupil is attired in a frilly party dress and petticoats. Of course...that is not how you are dressed....at least for now," She smiled coldly. Taking a moment to adjust the lacy hem of Her satin slip, She then returned to Percy. "Daintily take the lacy hem of your serving apron, Percy, and bend your left knee forward and sweep your right leg behind you. Look down at your feet as a sign of respect. Now.......try it." To say it was clumsily executed would be an understatement. Stephanie mocked him, "If you were in petticoats and a frilly little party dress, you would become very proficient at this, Percy.......Such a pity you are not.......at least not yet......"
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For the next thirty minutes, Percy painstakingly made one curtsey attempt after another. Stephanie voiced her dissatisfaction with every one of them. "Percy, I have ways of making you become the perfect little curtsier. If I do not see major improvement in the next few days, I will be forced to take drastic measures." Percy attempted to ask for his beautiful Stepmother's approval to speak. Instead, She waved Her hand dismissively, saying "Serve Me My tea, Percy." Numerous attempts at curtseying by Percy, in a desperate desire to satisfy Stephanie (and to avoid being petticoated), while She sipped Her tea slowly, failed miserably. Finally, after taking his beautiful Stepmother's empty tea cup, and returning the cart to the kitchen, Percy followed his Stepmother back to Her boudoir. "Exactly how long were you in here yesterday, Percy?" Silence. She asked him again. Percy requested permission to speak, raising his limp wrist into the air. Stephanie nodded approvingly. "Mommy Dearest, I...I...I came in here only to look for...for...for...a...a...a...base...ball." "In HERE, Percy? A baseball...in Here? Inside my private boudoir? That's rubbish!!! How dare you lie to me!!! I should put you over my knee right now and give you a sound spanking!! You don't really think I would take a chance on soiling my dainties with a nasty old baseball in my bedroom, now do you!?! "YOU, my dear little naughty boy, will fold every one of my slips, my bras, my knickers.....EVERYTHING in my lingerie drawers while I watch you for even the slightest mistake. Why, the very thought of your grubby little paws sorting through my dainties makes my skin crawl!!"...... And for the next several hours, Percy did just that...he folded...and re-folded...again and again...until finally at almost five o'clock in the evening, Stephanie allowed Percy out of his lacy serving apron, ate a quiet dinner with him, and then ordered him to return to Her boudoir at seven o'clock. "Wear shorts, Percy. No long trousers are ever allowed when you are in my boudoir." At precisely seven o'clock, an angry Percy stopped at his stepmother's bedroom door. His jaws dropped in stunned surprise!!! His beautiful Stepmother was sitting at Her vanity, wearing an ivory-colored chiffon and lace peignoir, brushing Her long blonde wavy hair. Her ample bosom was surrounded by lavish ivory French lace. The cuffs of the sleeves also had at least four inches of lace, too. The hem of the beautiful chiffon peignoir also lavishly laced. "Take your shoes off and then you may enter, Percy," Stephanie said, still looking in the mirror, stroking Her golden locks. Percy had changed into a pair of basic white cotton shorts and a white polo shirt. Removing a pair of slightly soiled sneakers, he slowly entered his stepmother's bedroom. She did not order him to close the door. Instead, She whispered softly, non-threareningly, to stand behind Her. Then She handed Percy Her gold hairbrush and ordered Percy to continue brushing Her hair. Percy swallowed hard. He was mesmerized by Her lacy peignoir and Her sweet feminine perfume She was wearing. And then he took the brush from his beautiful stepmother. "Brush my hair, Percy. Brush it slowly...softly...for Mommy Dearest. Brush it one hundred times...one hundred strokes, Percy. Then...when you have finished...you may help me pick out a bra, slip, and panties for me to wear tomorrow for my luncheon date...with my very dear girlfriend...Nancy Gilbert..."
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Percy gulped. He momentarily stopped brushing his beautiful stepmother's long wavy blonde hair. Stephanie noticed Percy's reaction to Her mentioning of Ms. Gilbert's name. She smiled to Herself in the lighted makeup mirror. She noticed Percy's frozen image behind Her. She picked up Her thick powder blush brush from her vanity top. She held it daintily between Her thumb and forefinger in Her right hand. She pointed it at Percy's reflection in the mirror. "You DO remember my friend, Ms. Gilbert, don't you, my dear little boy?" Percy was frozen with fear. And Stephanie knew it. "You met her, my dear boy, when you accompanied Mommy Dearest to try on my divine wedding gown. Ms. Gilbert owns RUFFLED WHITE LACE & PINK SATIN BOWS. It is such a lovely establishment, Percy! Don't you remember ALL of those delightfully dainty and frilly little Easter and party dresses. And the lovely feminine chatter and giggle of excited little girls oohing and aahing over one frilly dress after another? And, of course, you do remember seeing ALL of those poufy and lacy stiff bouffant party slips and petticoats in the back? Of course you DO, Percy dear!!! Ms. Nancy and I have become extremely close friends, Percy! She keeps insisting that I attend a very private showing of next spring's creations...for little girls. It is next week, Percy!!! Next Saturday afternoon, actually. What do YOU think, my dear? Should I go?" She laughed gaily, menacingly. Before Percy could utter a word, Stephanie ordered Percy to resume brushing Her golden blonde hair. "You may speak, Percy, dear. Wouldn't you like to go with Mommy Dearest next Saturday? Hmmmm...?" "N...n...noooooo, Mommy Dearest! Oh please, NO!!!" Stephanie laughed. "And why not, my dear boy?" "B...b...b....e.........causssssse......." Percy's voice trailed off. "Because, Percy? Because why?" "Because that's a store for...for...for...g...g...irlllllllsssss, Mommy Dearest!" "Yes, Percy, I know. So what!?!" "B...B...B...uttttttt, Mommy.....Dear....est.........i.....i.....i'm....a......b.b.b.boyyyyyyyyy." "Of course you are, Percy. Of course you are........unless......."She stopped, and pointed Her makeup brush DIRECTLY at Percy's reflection behind Her..........."Unless......" She laughed gaily, "You're a........sissy!" There. She had said it. And now She would wait patiently for her little stepson's response. "I am NOT!!! I am NOT a SISSY, Mommy Dearest!!" "Of course you're not, Percy. Of course you're not!" Stephanie said, Her sarcastic British accent mocking him. "Now...finish brushing My hair. One hundred strokes...and then you can help Me choose a lacy slip, bra, and knickers for Me to wear tomorrow...."
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Percy wanted desperately to say "no" to his beautiful Stepmother. He wanted to prove to Her that he was all-boy. Of course he did. Why didn't he just throw that hairbrushe at Her, turn around, and walk out. Why couldn't he. Oh, WHY couldn't he?? He froze...conflicted in his thoughts. Wanting to prove to this Woman, so beautiful...so feminine...so dominant...that he would have none of Her calling him a...a...a...sissy. Her remark had stunned Percy. It had caught him off guard. And the fact that She had laughed at him...at HIM (!!!)...Percy... Who did She think he was, anyway? He played baseball. He had hit home runs. He played football. He had played with the guys...held his own..............."Percy, Sweetheart?" His beautiful Stepmother said softly, again pointing Her makeup brush at him. "Percy, Dear, before you continue brushing my hair, I think it better if you were attired in a pretty lacy apron. Don't you, my dear?" She giggled. And before poor Percy could respond, his beautiful stepmother rose from the settee in front of Her vanity and makeup mirror, towered over him, grabbed his little chin, pinching it ever so slightly, and looked deep into his wide eyes, whispering softly, "I have a particularly lacy pinafore which my dear friend friend Nancy gave to mke several weeks ago. It should fit you like a glove. Normally, little girls wear a pinafore over their frilly party dresses before they have tea. It prevents them from soiling their dainty frocks. Of course, since you are a ...ahem...little.....boy," She said condescendingly, "You aren't wearing a frilly party dress......yet. Still, though, a pinafore is the appropriate attire....for now.....whenever you are attending to my needs." And then She floated over to the large walk-in closet, took just a moment to rummage through several items until Percy heard Her exclaim excitedly, "Here it is!!! Perfect!!!" Laughing gaily, Percy's beautiful stepmother emarged from the closet holding a lace-bedecked white cotton muslin pinafore, smocked, and having a large white sash bow in the back. Small pink flowers adorned the smocked white cotton pinafore, and the straps also were made of wide white French lace. The hem, reaching to just above his knees, was trimmed in five inches of scalloped white French lace with two narrow pink ribbons running through it. Percy's horrified expression did nothing to curtail his beautiful stepmother from ordering him to "stand perfectly still, Percy, while I put this adorable little pinafore over your head." And She did it quickly!!! Before Percy knew what was happeining his beautiful stepmother, in her ultrafeminine lacy piegnoir and sweet perfume, had secured the bow in his back and had moved around front to play with the wide lace and ribbon hem, commenting, "Do remember, Percy, I will not tolerate wrinkled lace. One mistake...one single mistake...even a brief forgetful moment that results in your lace being wrinkled...WILL result with you in a dainty, short, poufy, freshly starched, five-tiered, net and lace...petticoat, Do I make myself clear?"...
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Stephanie flicked playfully at Percy's wide lacy hem before handing Percy Her golden hairbrush and taking Her seat again on the feminine settee in front of Her makeup vanity mirror. As Percy began to brush his beautiful Stepmother's thick long blonde hair, She slowly crossed Her long legs, reaching down with Her left hand to adjust the chiffon folds of Her lacy peignoir. "Percy, dear, I will be out of the house tomorrow...again...for several hours while I meet Miss Nancy for lunch. I trust you can find something to do while I am away?" "Yes. Mommy Dearest." "PERCY! Where is your curtsey!!?? And where is your dainty gesture requesting My permission for you to speak. I declare, Percy, do I need to put you in petticoats...to remind you of proper manners when you are in my presence? I did NOT give you permission to speak, Percy. Why...if I didn't know better, I might believe you were being forgetful on purpose...trying My patience with you. Or, perhaps..." She paused thoughtfully, laughing, "You are rather envious of little girls in their frilly party dresses and their rustling lace petticoats. And you secretly wish Mommy Dearest would petticoat you, too! Is that it, my dear? Does Percy wish to be Mommy Dearest's little petticoated sissy boy? Would my dear little boy wear a frilly party dress for Mommy Dearest? Prerhaps a dainty confection from RUFFLED WHITE LACE & PINK SATIN BOWS? Learn to be a proper little sissy for Mommy Dearest??" Percy's face flamed with fear...and anger. Oh why? WHY couldn't he fight back? Defy his beautiful Stepmother. Demand that he be allowed to remove his frilly pinafore. But, alas, instead, all little Percy could manage to do was to dutifully perform the most perfect curtsey he could muster, check his lacy pinafore for wrinkles, and femininely flex his right wrist in the air, requesting permission to speak to his beautiful Stepmother. But She ignored him. So he curtseyed again. And again. FInally, his beautiful Stepmother countered, "My dear little Percy. If you do not improve your curtsey.....Mommy Dearest is simply going to insist that you wear a petticoat to improve your performance. I am highly displeased! A a matter of fact, I think that maximum improvement in the area of proper feminine deportment can be reached ONLY afer you are petticoated...and frocked." Percy clearly was now begging for the opportunity to speak to his Stepmother. Instead, She told Percy, "Brush Mommy's hair, Percy. IF you do it to Mommy's satisfaction, Mommy will allow you to speak. Now be an obedient little boy and obey Mommy."...
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Percy was pent up with anger over his predicament. As he slowly brushed his beautiful Stepmother's thick, long, wavy, blonde hair, though, every thought to defy Her, to just run from Her most feminine boudoir, seemed to just melt away. Percy cursed under his breath his inability to summon up the courage to make a stand for his boyhood. "That's my good little boy. Brush Mommy's hair for Mommy," Stephanie whispered to a frightened. almost mesmerized Percy. "Mommy likes it when Her little boy is obedient." Percy said nothing. He just brushed his Stepmother's long blonde hair. His Stepmother was regal, sitting there in Her lacy peignoir, ordering Percy about. And Stephanie said very little to Her compliant stepson. She didn't have to. She rather enjoyed the still quiet of the next few minutes, except for the soft sound of Her little stepson carefully guiding Her golden hairbrush through Her blonde locks. And when Percy finally completed his task, he handed the hairbrush to his beautiful stepmother. "Curtsey for Mommy Dearest, Percy," Stephanie ordered, smiling. And an obedient Percy took the lacy hem of his pinafore between his fingers, dropped to his knee, looked down at the plush carpeting, held out his skirts, and then returned to the position of attention. "Check your lace, my dear, for any wrinkles." Percy looked closely at the lacy hem of his childish pinafore, and when he was satisfied, he looked dutifully at his Stepmother for her approval. She simply smiled. A triumphant smile. "Come, Percy, and help Mommy find a nice pretty feminine slip for me to wear under my dress tomorrow. Since you have spent several hours rearranging my undies, I just KNOW you will find the perfect slip for Mommy. A full slip. White. And...of course...very lacy. Mommy loves Her slips to be all pretty and lacy just in case.....my slip would show. Ladies and girls do all we can to sit modestly. However, sometimes a hint of lace shows. And for little girls in frilly party dresses, well.....that's why they have ALL of that adorable lace on their petticoats!! When they are wearing a nice frilly party dress, they simply insist on wearing the laciest petticoats they can find. Especially younger girls...girls who are about your age, Percy." ...
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Stephanie watched little Percy squirm with anxiety. And then Percy made the "mistake" of nervously fingering the frilly lace hem of his dainty pinafore after She had spoken to him about little girls his age and their frilly dresses.. When he suddenly realized what he was doing, his startled (!!!) face looked at his smiling Stepmother, and he quickly dropped his hands to his side. His Stepmother never said a word. Percy wondered if She had even noticed? Perhaps not, he convinced himself. After all, he had done it for only a few seconds. Why??? Oh why had he done it at all? Especially in front of his Stepmother. He was getting more and more nervous by the second. He realized NOW was the perfect time to recuse himself from this embarrassing predicament...before he became even more submissive to Her every whim. And so, again, he made a desperate attempt to ask his Stepmother's permission to speak. Limp-wristed and all, Percy hoped this time She would acquiesce. Looking a bit aggravated and agitated, his Stepmother acknowledged Percy. "Oh, what is it, Percy?" Percy gulped. He hesitated. "Well. speak up, Percy." She was now clearly agitated. "Mommmmmmyyyyy.....Dearest......M...m...m...ayyyyyyy I...I...I......please.........leave?" Silence...........More Silence. Stephanie glared at little Percy. And poor Percy, standing in front of his beautiful Stepmother, magnificently feminine in Her lacy peignoir, understood the shame...the humiliation...of him standing here...in his Stepmother's boudoir...himself atttired in the laciest little girl's pinafore imaginable. He hadn't the courage to leave. And SHE knew it. He hadn't the courage to rip the pinafore off. And SHE knew this, too. "NO!" She replied. "One more word like that out of you and you'll find yourself iin a petticoat, Percy. Now.....find Mommy Dearest a pretty lacy slip for Her to wear tomorrow. Then you can find Me a matching bra and knickers." "Yes, Mommy Dearest," Percy said softly, taking the lacy edges of his childish pinafore and curtseying obediently. Percy had failed miserable. And he knew it. And to try to make himself feel better, he just planned to get out of Her room, THAT room...as soon as possible. And he knew (??) his resolve to resist would strengthen overnight. He just knew it. And so little Percy scampered to the lingerie-filled drawers of the armoires, his Stepmother by his side, until he had finally chosen a lavish lace pale pink satin slip. The bodice, the ribbon straps, and the five-inch wide expanse of pale pink French lace just "perfect" for the pale pink dress his Stepmother had shown him that She would be wearing for Her lunch with Nancy Gilbert. As soon as Percy had located the pale pink matching bra and panties, themselves also equally lacy, he was directed to arrange them--carefully--on the settee. Shortly thereafter, his Stepmother dismissed Percy from Her boudoir, reminding him to report back to Her boudoir promptly at 8:30 in the morning. And then She added, "Percy, dear, I have a simply adorable pink pinafore for you to wear in the morning. The lace matches the lace on My slip and bra! Isn't that exciting!?!"...
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Percy dropped a hasty curtsey, received the admonishment of his Stepmother, and prepared to scamper from Her boudoir as fast as his little legs could carry him. But before he could leave, he was obliged to ask for Her help in removing the childish girly pinafore he had been wearing. As his beautiful Stepmother slowly undid the huge bow in the back, Percy was counting the miniseconds until he could get out of that boudoir. It seemed to have a certain "hold" over him. It seemed to zap every inch of boyishness from his feeble little mind. And his beautiful Stepmother was regal in Her masterful domination over him. So when the frilly pinafore finally was removed from Percy's little body, and his Stepmother had dismissed him with the wave of Her hand, little Percy ran from his beautiful Stepmother's ultrafeminine boudoir as fast as he could. And he didn't stop running until he had reached his own bedroom on the second floor of the large mansion. Percy needed time to think. He needed time to plot. To scheme. Percy needed time to do whatever he could to regain his brash boyish behavior. To reassert himself as a boy who would not submit to his domineering Stepmother. But every time Percy thought of his beautiful, blonde Stepmother, his image of Her returned to that of the tall, feminine, and very controlling woman who was slowly beginning to assert Her dominance over him. And Her intoxicating femininity was Her ultimate weapon. Her not-so-subtle references to frilly party dresses that little girls wore, and the stiff, rustling lace petticoats worn with those frilly dresses unnerved him. And so Percy posed the essentil question to himself: "Would She?" Percy laughed to himself at the ridiculousness of that question. Imagine for even one second, he though to himself. "ME! ME!!!(?) Mincing about in a frilly party dress...and petticoats!!! ME!!(?) Hmph!!! She wouldn't!! She couldn't!! Not ever!! And She couldn't make him!!(?) No way!!! I'M A BOY!! And She knows it!! Percy was brimming now with confidence. "Tomorrow morning," he said to himself, lying in his bed. "That's when I will tell Her. Tomorrow morning." And before he drifted off to sleep, he imagined himself marching down to his beautiful blonde Stepmother's private bedroom, and reminding Her that HE WAS A BOY and he was no longer going to wear what SHE wanted him to wear!!! Yes, Percy thought to himself. "Tomorrow morning....."
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The following morning Percy awoke with the bright early morning sun shining through his window. He sat on the edge of his bed and thought about his determination to stand up to his beautiful Stepmother. No longer would he call Her "Mommy Dearest." No longer would he wear those ridiculous girly pinafores. He even resolved right then that he wouldn't even report to Her boudoir before tea time. He'd show Her, Percy smiled to himself. After all, Percy recalled, when his father had been alive, he NEVER did what his Stepmother asked him to do. So, he reasoned...why change now? Instead, Percy decided he would avoid his Stepmother this morning. After all, She had already told him of Her plans to be away for a lunch meeting with Her friend. Ahhhh yes....Her friend. Nancy Gilbert. The proprietress of that ultrafeminine dress shop. The store with all of those frilly party dresses...and giggling little girls who loved shopping there...with their Mommies. RUFFLED WHITE LACE & PINK SATIN BOWS Salon for Ladies and Young Girls. Percy's mind drifted back to that Saturday when he had been "forced" to accompany his Stepmother there to watch Her try on Her wedding gown. The white satin ballgown. WIth the petticoats. Percy tried NOT to think about ALL of those dainty and frilly little girls' party dresses that were simply everywhere in that salon. He breathed just a little harder as he recollected that most forbidden (to boys, anyway) area in the back of the salon. Yes, the area with...the petticoats. Clouds of net, tulle, taffeta, and lace. SO full. SO poufy! SOOOOOO...girly! And so...so....so...his breathing labored a bit more. Oh WHY?!? Why did he have such thoughts!? Why?! Percy felt his face redden...with shame...embarrassment. How dare he think such thoughts!? He reminded himself (as if he had to!) that HE was a BOY! So..he said to himself, "I just won't think about such things anymore." Suddenly Percy was jolted from his thoughts by tinkling sound of a bell. "Ohhhh Percy!" He heard his beautiful blonde Stepmother call up to him. Ding ding. The little bell tinkled again. "Percy, Dear," his Stepmother called. "I'm in the parlor." OMG!!! It was already...9:05! Percy had become so lost in his thoughtsd that he had forgotten what time it was. He hadn't showerd this morning. He hadn't changed into clean clothes. He was still in his pajamas. So he darted about his room, found a ragged pair of jeans, an old t-shirt, and ran downstairs, putting on an old pair of sneakers as he approached the parlor. And when little Percy reached the entrance to the parlour, he was stunned at what he saw! There She was! Sitting in the large overstuffed chair. In a pale yellow cotton dress. Cinched waist. And billowing out from everywhere (!) were...OMG(!!!).....petticoats!!!! White crinoline petticoats. Layers of them!!! Too many to count!!! Her long blonde hair cascaded in the bright sunlight down Her back. Her pink lipstick, pale blue eyeshadow, pink blush cheeks....the epitome of regal femininity. Her 3-inch white heels were resting on the hardwood floor as Percy entered the parlour...cautiously...wide-eyed...and...yes, ohhhhhhh yes....vulnerable......
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Stephanie looked up and smiled at her recalcitrant little stepson. She fluffed Her wide skirts and allowed even more glimpses of Her lacy pettis to expose themselves for Percy's greedy little eyes to see. She fingered Her pettis, albeit briefly. Just long enough to cast Her powerful feminine spell over Her hapless little ill-mannered stepson. "Percy, you may enter." Percy hardly realized he had waited for his beautiful Stepmother's permission for him to enter the parlour. The room was still, save for the rustling of crinoline petticoats. The rustling of net and lace was intoxicating to little Percy. Stephanie smiled warmly at her stepson. Percy inched forward into the study. Where...oh where had that boyish resolve to resist gone? It had vanished. Engulfed in the sweet femininity of Percy's beautiful Stepmother. Percy feasted his greedy little eyes on his Stepmother's crinoline net and lace. The rustling and swishing of Her beautiful lacy layers quickly reduced him to a blabbering little...."Percy," She interrupted his thoughts. "Come closer. Stand in front of me...like a good little boy...who has behaved very naughtily." Percy swallowed hard. Why...oh why couldn't he resist Her? He desperately wanted...no, needed...to resist. But he was no match for Her. Stephanie ran Her tongue slowly across the top of Her lip, and then She laughed. "My, my, Percy. Such a naughty little boy." She knew the minute he didn't appear at Her boudoir this morning at the appointed time that She would be wearing petticoats. She just had to make sure that She was still firmly in control and that Her dear little stepson hadn't conjured up any silly little ideas about how things were going to be done his way in Her house. "You did not report to My boudoir this morning, Percy dear. You were late for our tea. You have not bathed and made yourself presentable. You are not pinafored. You are not wearing shorts. You didn't curtsey upon entering the parlour." She stopped momentarily to fluff out Her layers of stiff white net and lace. And then She daintily spread the skirt of Her dress over her petticoats. "I...I...I..." Percy stammered. Stephanie held up Her right hand to effectively silence him. "And now you speak without asking me for permission?" "B...b...but...Stepmother...." "HUSH! Quiet! Not another word out of you, Percy!" And then, slowly, Stephanie rose to Her feet, fluffed out Her skirts, and, towering over Her cowering little stepson, squeezed his chin, glared into his wide eyes, and said, "You have thirty minutes to get back up to your room, bathe, wash your hair, put on a clean pair of shorts, a clean shirt, and be back down here, ready to serve Me tea. Do I make Myself clear?" Percy gulped. She was hurting him but he dared not complain. "Y...Yesssss, ..... Mommy Dearest." She released Her grip on his chin. He rubbed it, desperately trying to massage the pain out of it. He wiped tears from his eyes. "If you are even one second late, I'll give you something to really cry about. You are dismissed, Percy." ...
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Percy ran from the parlour...without curtseying. He galloped up the long staircase to the long hallway and down to his room. Rummaging through his clothes he retrieved clothing he hoped would meet with his Stepmother's approval, including a pair of white linen dress shorts. They were a bit on the short side. Percy hadn't worn them in a long time. But he was in no time to look for anything else. Grabbing a white long-sleeved dress shirt of a fine almost transparent cotton, and a pair of clean white undershorts, he hurried into the shower, washed himself, including his long blonde curly locks, quickly dried himself off, and changed into shorts and a shirt he had never worn since he had moved into the large mansion occupied by him and his beautiful blonde Stepmother. Quickly he put on a pair of thin white socks and, finally, a pair black patent leather dress shoes. He tried to towel dry his curly blonde hair. It was so thick! He did the best he could. He glanced at himself in the full-length mirror that his Stepmother had insisted be a part of the furnishings of his bedroom. Percy knew how utterly ridiculous he looked. But he also had the strangely compelling desire to please his beautiful Stepmother. And, of course, Her intoxicating femininity had subdued poor little Percy.....again. Alas, as he ran back down the stairs, he heard the tinkling of the little bell. Was he late? Hadn't he hurried? Certainly it couldn't have been thirty minutes already? When he entered the parlour, again without curtseying, he found his beautiful Stepmother now sitting in the middle of one of the two sofas in the parlor. The white sofa with pale pink roses. And Her petticoats had been carefully (strategically) fanned out on both sides. Her snow white crinoline and lace was everywhere! After he had entered the parlor, he suddenly remembered! He hadn't curtseyed! "You are late...again, Percy!" Stephanie told Her stepson. "We will deal with the consequences of that, and ALL of your other infractions of disrespect and disobedience, later." She smiled at Percy. Not necessarily a smile of friendliness, though. "Come here, stand in front of me." Percy gulped. And then he complied. "I must say, Percy, that these clothes you are wearing now are more suitable than any others I have seen you wear. They make you look...how shall I say it...prettier?" She laughed tauntingly. "Still, though, there is much room for improvement." And then She intentionally fingered the rustling lacy starched crinoline petticoats spilling out from underneath Her beautiful spring dress. She toyed with one of Her lacy layers. She flicked the lace back and forth. She looked at Percy. His greedy little eyes focused on Her every movement. Her every feminine movement. "Do YOU like My petticoats, Percy?" .....
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Percy swallowed hard. Clearly, his beautiful Stepmother had caught him off-guard with Her question. He swallowed hard again. "Um...um...yesssss, Mommy Dearest," he clumsily stammered. "Well." Stephanie responded, "Since you so rudely failed to show up at My boudoir this morning, I decided to forego wearing the lacy full slip you had chosen for me last night and decided to wear something a bit more...how shall I say it? Oh! Yes! Festive! There's something about the sibilant rustle of net and lace which makes a girl feel so...feminine!" She laughed gaily. "Come closer, Percy," Stephanie implored Her little stepson. She pointed to a spot directly in front of where She was sitting. She played with Her lacy pettiskirts. She fingered their white lacy hems teasingly, as if inviting Percy to join Her. Percy dutifully moved to a position directly in front of his beautiful blonde stepmother. ""There now. That's better," She smiled. "Percy, there are three brand new pinafores laying on my bed. You are to choose the one which you think I feel is most appropriate for you to wear this morning. You have five minutes to choose the...prettiest...of the three and you will be wearing it when you return. Do not disappoint Me again, Percy." Percy failed to answer his Stepmother. And he failed to curtsey for Her. Instead, he ran from the parlour, fear in his eyes. Entering his beautiful Stepmother's feminine boudoir, he went over to Her beautiful canopied bed. Lying on the pink satin and white lace comforter were indeed three pinafores...obviously suited for very prissy Little Girls. One was a baby blue muslin with eyelet lace trim on the hem. The second was a light yellow sheer cotton with embroidered yellow rosebuds. The straps were plain and it had no lace. And then there was the third pinafore. OMG! Pale pink linen with a white gauze lace overlay on the apron's skirt. The hem and the straps were of scalloped white chantilly lace. But beneath the raw silk skirt of the pinafore was a double layer of white tulle and net, heavily embellished with wide white bands of dainty lace. The pinafore's skirt stood out almost like a...a...a...dress. Percy held it up against his body. The bottom half was slightly poufy. And the wide white lacy hem was much like a Little Girl's dress. The wide gauze sash left plenty of room to be tied in a large, most ornate bow. Time was passing quickly. Very quickly. Percy knew the "choice" was obvious. So he quickly pulled the pale pink Little Girl-style lace pinafore over his head and tugged at the.....skirt. It was soooooo short, just barely covering his short shorts, and just slightly above his knees. And it was poufy. And, yes...oh, yes, it rustled enchantingly as the double layers of tulle and net swished when he took his first steps in it. He soon realized it was impossible to stop the constant swishing. And the exquisitely lacy hem of the pinafore's outer skirt floated femininely over the poufed skirting underneath. Poor little Percy shamefully returned to the parlour, and found his beautiful Stepmother now sitting in the middle of the white sofa. The white sofa with the pale pink rosebuds embroidered into the deep rich silk fabric. And Her voluminous layers of lacy white crinoline and net petticoats spilling out everywhere! Percy returned to a position of submissive attention, directly in front of his Stepmother. "Come closer, my dear boy." Percy obeyed. But he didn't curtsey. "So. Percy, how do you like your dainty pinafore? Do you like the skirting beneath it? Hmmmm...?" She took Her long fingers and toyed with the lacy hem of the pinafore and its lacy gauze overskirt. She lifted the skirt of his pinafore to examine the double layer of tulle and net lace underskirting. She flicked the lace. She crackled the stiff net crinoline. She looked up at Her red-faced stepson, smiling triumphantly. "Fix your lace, Percy. I see some wrinkles. I will not tolerate wrinkled lace in my presence. ESPECIALLY on little boys! Now fix it!!" Poor Percy. Forced to touch his own lace. To straighten out wrinkles. The gauze lace overlay first. He plucked and straightened. Then the lacy hem of his pinafore skirt. And, finally, he was forced to lift the pinafore's short underskirting and scrutinize every inch of the beautiful white lace adorning the hems of the tulle and crinoline net. Ohhhhh....why? Percy thought to himself. I'M A BOY!!! A BOY!!! And look at ME now!!! Just look at ME!!! Subservient to his beautiful, feminine, and domineering Stepmother, Percy both despised Her, feared Her, and yet was completely, totally, under Her mesmerizingly feminine control. Stephanie was reading his every thought. Sensing the conflict raging deep within him. Relishing Her control. And wanting more. Much much more...
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Meanwhile, Percy's feet felt as if they were stuck in concrete. While the desire to run from the parlour, dressed in this childishly embarrassing dainty lacy pinafore had shamed Percy to no end, his beautiful Stepmother exerted a certain control over him that he just could not deny. And now She was even more beautiful than ever, resplendent in Her lacy petticoats, legs crossed, and smiling triumphantly at him. "I asked you a question, Percy. Do you like Mommy's petticoats?" And then, before he could answer Her, Percy's beautiful Stepmother directed her timid little stepson to take a seat beside Her on the couch. And because She was sitting in the middle, and her exposed lacy pettis spilled out over the sofa, She took them in Her hands, pulled them close to Her, pursed Her lips, and pointed to Her right side, ordering him to take a seat directly beside Her. Percy lowered himself quickly onto the sofa, not thinking for one second that while he was attired in the frilliest of pinafores, his failure to smoothe out his "skirts" before sitting down would be remembered by his Stepmother. As soon as he relaxed, albeit very nervously on his rather cramped side of the sofa, his beautiful Stepmother released Her full skirts, and spread the multi layers of white lace and net all over poor Percy's little legs. Now he was virtually covered in a grand display of rustling crinoline, net, tulle, and lace. His legs were engulfed in this utter display of his supremely confident Stepmother's femininity. And when he instinctively attempted to bravely shove the lacy layers back towards his beautiful Stepmother, She stopped him cold. She firmly grabbed his wrist. It hurt Percy! But he dared not show it. Stephanie smiled warmly at Her trapped little stepson. She glared at Percy. "You are NEVER permitted to touch My petticoats, Percy! Unless..." She hesitated, and smiled confidently, "You are given permission. Now.....my dear little boy.....would you like to touch Mommy's petticoats? Perhaps fix my wrinkled lace? After all, Percy dear,you HAVE been a naughty little boy. Neglecting to curtsey. Failing to meet me in My boudoir this morning. After all, so many infractions in one morning should result in some form of punishment. And I did tell you, Percy, dear, that failure to obey my simple rules might necessitate my putting you in a nice full, stiff lace petticoat to help you remember your manners. You have been a very naughty child this morning, Percy. And I simply will not tolerate unruly little boys, especially in My home. Perhaps a visit to my dear friend Nancy Gilbert's delightfully feminine salon will allow me to see how you would respond to proper discipline if you were fitted for your very own frilly party dresses. You DO remember Miss Nancy's delightful little salon, don't you Percy?"...
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The parlour room was silent, except for the constant rustling and swishing of Percy's beautiful Stepmother's billowing petticoats. Finally, after several seconds of prolonged silence, Percy begged his Stepmother, "Please, Mommy Dearest! Oh, please don't say such shameful things to me. I'm a boy!!! Please don't take me back to that awful place again. Only girls go there!!!" Stephanie quickly replied, "Hmph! You'll do what I tell you to do or else. Do you understand, Percy?" She glared icily at Her little stepson. And then She laughed. "It might be rather humorous to see you mincing about in frilly little party dresses! Why who knows..." She hesitated, "You might even like it!!!" She laughed again. "Ohhhhh please don't say that, Mommy Dearest!! Please!!" Percy begged. "I will do whatever I think is necessary to curb your unruly boyish behavior, Percy dear. Now...serve Mommy Dearest Her tea. And..." She added, "Neglect to curtsey again and you'll find yourself in petticoats...................permanently." With that She waved Her hand dismissively, collected Her petticoat layers in Her hands, and allowed Percy to extract himself from his position on the sofa. But when Percy stood up, he quickly realized his dainty pinafore was a terribly wrinkled mess. "PERCY!!!!" Stephanie shouted. "Just look at your skirts!!! They are wrinkled!!! Clearly you have no appreciation for the finer things in your life." Glaring at Percy, his beautiful blonde Stepmother ordered him to "Lay yourself over my lap, Percy....immediately." She pulled the skirt of Her dress up, revealing layer after of layer of snow white crinoline and dainty white lace. And then She pulled poor little mesmerized Percy over Her lap, his head buried in the corner of his Stepmother's net and lace pettis. And then, while ordereing him to lay completely still, She raised the poufy skirt of her little stepson's frilly pinafore over his head, pulled down his short shorts, pulled back Her long, slender hand, and....WHACKKKK!!!" "OUCH" Percy yelled. "Please, Mommy Dearest, THAT HURT!" "Silence, Percy!" And then....WHACKKKKKK!!! Her long hand stung little Percy's bottom again. WHACKKKK!!! Again. WHACK!!!!! Again. Percy was crying now. "OHHHHHHHHHH PUHLEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZEEEEEEE, Mommy Dearest! Please Stop!" "Do you promise to be a good little boy, Percy? Do you promise to obey me?" "OHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSS MOMMY DEAREST!!!!!!!" Percy sobbed. "My, my Percy, you cry just like a...Little Girl!" Stephanie laughed mockingly. "Perhaps I do need to put you in frilly party dresses!" She laughed gaily. "You could be Mommy's little sissy boy! Would Percy like that? Hmmmmm...?" She laughed tauntingly. "NO! Oh please No, Mommy!!!! Please don't make me wear a dress!!!" "Then stop that silly crying, Percy. Honestly, Percy, I know Little Girls who have been spanked and don't cry like you do. You're such a little sissy!" She ordered Her sobbing little stepson off Her lap. When Percy had gotten back on his feet and again was standing directly in front of his now very regal and dominant Stepmother, he pulled his shorts back up and then instinctively attempted to fluff out the skirts of his wrinkled pinafore. He had little success. "JUST LOOK AT YOUR PRETTY BOW!!! YOU UNGRATEFUL BOY!!!! You've ruined your bow!!! How dare you!!!" Stephanie scolded Percy, unable to see the untied bow in the back of his frilly pinafore. "TURN AROUND!!!" He meekly complied. Without curtseying. Again. "YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE WRETCH! I buy you something pretty and feminine to wear and this is how you show me your appreciation?" Finally, She snapped the bow tightly around his waist. "TURN AROUND!!!" She ordered. "Stand at attention. Hands to your side. "And then She went to work attempting to smoothe out the many wrinkles that had been created. And whether Percy himself had actually caused the wrinkles, it didn't matter. Percy realized HE was being held accountable for the wrinkles...and he was worried...very worried...that he would pay dearly for this...
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For the next couple of minutes Stephanie plucked and played with Percy's frilly pinafore. She toyed playfully...teasingly, with Her surprisingly subservient stepson. She made absolutely no effort to conceal the multiple lacy layers of Her own crinoline net lace petticoats. And She realized to Herself with growing satisfaction...and curiosity...a certain glazed look in Percy's eyes as they affixed themselves greedily on Her lacy petti layers. Her stepson's dainty little fetish for all things feminine and lacy were not lost on Stephanie. And Her insatiable desire to completely dominate this rude, naughty, disrespectful little boy who had professed his disdain for Her was not forgotten. Nor was the clause in Her late husband's will, (Percy's father) which left Percy a fortune when he reached his twenties. Until then, however, Stephanie was in control. And now She planned to maximize that control to the point that poor little Percy would be a mere afterthought when it came time to divide the estate. Oh yes, Stephanie Anderson knew poor little Percy's weakness and, ironically, Her own abject femininity would be just perfect for the careful execution Her little plan. Finally, satisfied that She had done the best She could do with the wrinkled pinafore, She concluded Her efforts by making a delightful (to Her, at least!) frou frou with the crinoline and tulle underskirting of the short, frilly, ultrafeminine Little Girl-style pinafore Her stepson had been forced to put on. Then, toying with the ultralcy hem of Her little stepson's pinny, She remarked, "It is clear to me that your mannerisms are far too rough and uncouth for such a refined home as this, Percy. How can I ever entertain guests, especially Ladies and Little Girls? I simply will not tolerate unruly boyish behavior. I have tried to allow you the opportunity to change. Yet you refuse. Even a simple task such as serving Me tea has been a disaster." She continued to playfully flick the lacy hem of his pinafore between Her long, manicured painted fingernails. "And then you violate the sanctity of My private boudoir, put your grubby little hands on my expensive silk and satin lace lingerie...and deny even being in there." She fluffed the skirt of his short poufy pinny. "There are ways of disciplining recalcitrant young boys...like you...Percy. As a matter of fact," She added coyly, "My dear friend Nancy Gilbert has experience with naughty little boys who refuse to obey their Mommies." She laughed. Looking up at a wide-eyed Percy, She added, "I do believe some of those little boys' Mommies have even taken Their own little boys on private tours of Nancy's adorably feminine little establishment. You DO remember YOUR visit with Mommy, don't you, Percy? ALL of those adorabe frilly party frocks? Ms. Gilbert DOES offer private tours for some of Her more select clients and Ladyfriends, Percy. Perhaps you would like for Mommy Dearest to arrange our own little private viewing of those little frilly party dresses? Hmmmmm....?" Not waiting for Percy to answer, Stephanie added, "And Ms. Nancy also claims that HER methods for disciplining naughty little boys do produce excellent results!!!" Standing up, Stephanie Anderson fluffed out Her own full skirts, and said to Her obviously startled little stepson. "I really don't have time for tea, my dear. I have pressing business to discuss with one of my VERY best girlfriends...Nancy Gilbert. Now...you be a good little boy, Percy, and I'll be back later today." As She started to leave the parlour, She turned around, adding, "Oh, Percy, I expect you to be freshly bathed and in my boudoir at four thirty sharp this afternoon. Do NOT be one second late. And until then, while I am away, stay out of Mommy's boudoir. Do I make myself clear, Percy dear?" Percy gulped. And he stammered, "Y-y-y-yesss, Mommy Dearest." And while Stephanie waited for yet another curtsey that never came, a frightened Percy galloped past his beautiful blonde Stepmother as quickly as his little feet could carry him...
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Stephanie laughed to Herself. And She also reflected on the eagerly expected mesmerizing effect Her own frothy petticoats had on Her hapless (and helpless!) stepson. While She had somewhat instinctively sensed a bit of subservience on Percy whenever She was femininely dressed in lacy slips, rustling petticoats, and feminine dresses, She had gone out of Her way this morning to tease, tantalize, and titillate little Percy. Like putty in Her skillful hands!!! She beamed a wide, triumphant smile. She even swished Her own rustling, crackling pettis, making feminine frou frou with Her skirts, in the parlour. And now She plotted Her next little delightfully feminine trap for the brash, boyish, yet vulnerable little Percy. Upon returning to her feminine boudoir, Stephanie removed the shirtwaist dress She had worn this bright sunny morning and then took off the three starched white crinoline and lace petticoats She had worn so proudly...and teasingly for her recalcitrant stepson. She hung the dress back up in Her large walkin closet. And then, smiling to Herself, Stephanie carefully arranged each poufy white confection of lace and net upon the pale pink satin comforter of Her canopied four-poster bed. Walking over to one of the drawers in a large beautiful white armoire, She retrieved a very small pink satin bow. And reaching up under the poufy clouds of net and lace, She very carefully placed the delicate pale pink satin bow deliberately under the wide white lacy hem of the second tier of the three-tiered party petticoat laying between the other two lacy pettis She had worn...just for Percy. After making certain that the small bow would drop to the floor if anyone (?!?) examined the frilly lace confections while She was gone, She changed into an ultralacy ivory full slip with wide scalloped ivory lace at the bodice and a generous four-inch wide scalloped ivory lace hem. Then She found a rather sheer pencil-thin white linen shirtdress to wear over Her lacy slip. Unbuttoning the final two buttons on the front of the dress, of course, allowed for Her lacy hem to expose itself proudly whether She was sitting, standing, or walking. Perfect (!)...for that little sissy percy, She thought to Herself. I'll give him a tease before I leave for my lunch with Nancy, Stephanie resolved. Reinforce his juvenile feminine tendencies. Prepare him...slowly...for what I really plan to do to the little brat. He'll wonder all day if I'll be in my slip when he meets Me this afternoon in My boudoir. And just in case he has the least bit of resolve to resist My little invitation, a generous display of MY Lace should take care of that. A touch of blush, a bit of eyeshadow, and fresh lipstick and She was ready to go. Of course, there would be one stop before She left for Her luncheon with Nancy. As She slipped on four-inch heels to add even more height to her already leggy body, the tall blonde clicked Her heels across the hardwood floors, and up the long staircase, down the long hallway, and marched straight into Percy's bedroom. The frilly pinafore Percy had worn just minutes earlier had been carelessly dumped on Percy's bed, his short shorts were thrown on the floor, and now he was dressed in a ragged pair of blue jeans and an old t-shirt. After briefly surveying the "damage," Stephanie announced Her arrival. Percy barely acknowledged Her. Of course, curtseying never entered his feeble little boyish head. But......when his beautiful Stepmother sat on his bed, slowly crossed Her long legs, and allowed the wide scalloped lace hem of Her feminine slip to display itself proudly, Stephanie KNEW She had Her little stepson's undivided attention. So......before addressing Percy, Stephanie deliberately took Her right hand, laid it on the lacy slip, fingered Her lace, and addressed Her recalcitrant, disrespectful little stepson. "Percy dear, I will be gone for several hours. When I return, let me remind you that I expect you to be in My boudoir at the appointed time. You DO remember what time I expect you to be there, don't you, Percy?" Percy's eyes were somewhere between looking at the lacy hem of his beautiful Stepmother's exquisite satin slip and looking at Her perfectly made up face. "Percy!! I asked you a question!" Percy blinked his surprised eyes, almost as if he had been in his own private "Never Never Land." "Yes, I remember," Percy said curtly...a tone of disrespect in his voice. Stephanie immediately thought to Herself that once Percy was back in his ugly boy clothes, he quickly reverted back to his nasty disrespectful little self. "Let me warn you, Percy...again...My boudoir is off limits...until you arrive at the designated time this afternoon." Percy responded by giving his beautiful Stepmother a smirk. And Stephanie rewarded Her rude little stepson by slowly getting up, taking a minute to smoothe out Her skirt, and then, towering over Percy, looked threateningly down at him. And then She grabbed his chin with Her right hand, squeezed it hard, pinching it, and waited for the tears to come to Percy's little eyes. And when he tried to recoil, She squeezed harder, looking down straight into Her cowering little stepson's wide eyes. "Do you like my lacy slip, little boy? Hmmmm...? I know you do, my sissy little stepson. Don't be late, Percy. Or you may quickly find yourself in a pretty full lace petticoat...made especially for dainty and feminine Little Girls...and certain disobedient, disrespectful, little boys...who don't listen to their Mommies. Do I make myself perfectly clear, Percy Dearest?" She squeezed Percy's little chin even harder. "Y-y-yessss." Percy said. "Yes what, Percy?" She squeezed. Percy's chin was hurting. And he desperately didn't want his Stepmother to know it. "YES,.....~MOMMY DEAREST~. "That's better, Percy." Stephanie released Her iron grip and turned to exit Percy's bedroom. But before She left, Stephanie warned Percy again, "Don't be late, Percy." As soon as Percy knew his beautiful Stepmother had gone, he rubbed the soreness from his chin, rather he tried to rub it from his chin. And then he ran into the bathroom, grabbed some tissue, and wiped the tears from his frightened little eyes...
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While Percy had waited for his Stepmother to leave, and had regained the feeling back in his chin, his conflicted little mind was torn among sweet thoughts of his beautiful Stepmother in one of Her laciest slips to Her petticoated dress to Her repeated firm warnings about his scheduled rendezvous with Her later that afternoon. And, of course, one thing Percy was not in the least "conflicted" about, at least for the moment was his eagerness to rummage and plunder...yet again...despite the warnings from his beautiful Stepmother, the intoxicatingly mysterious...and ultrafeminine boudoir of his beautiful Stepmother. He just HAD to go back in there. He resolved to be very careful this time. To resist the compelling temptations to touch...to feel...and, yes...even to...wear just one item. That's right, Percy assured himself. Certainly NO woman, no matter how meticulously She kept Her lingerie, would be able to detect just one piece of lingerie, a half slip...a LACY half slip (of course)...ever so slightly tampered with. And while Percy didn't stop to question this mysterious attraction he had for his Stepmother's frilly lacy lingerie, he did shamefully think it a bit "strange" that he, a boy, possessed this strong desire to experience that certain "feeling" he got whenever he saw a hint of lace, a flash of crinoline, or...well, anything that was decidedly...feminine. He just couldn't help it. But he dismissed it as a simple "game" of seeking a certain "forbidden fruit" and avoiding capture. And, yet, when he thought of getting caught by his beautiful Stepmother...and Her warnings to punish him...that, too, for some reason, excited Percy. So, in the end, Percy decided that he was simply too smart, too cunning, to ever actually get caught. Furthermore, he "rationalized" in his own juvenile, immature, boyish way that, in the end, his Stepmother's threats were really hollow and meaningless. Percy was able to rationalize anything, especially his overwhelming fetish for (sissydom), that he simply believed, in the end, that he would never get caught and, if he did, well, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. But for NOW, he was going to scamper downstairs and "just look around," he promised himself. He even half (?) convinced himself that he would be able to resist any temptation to touch, feel, caress, or try on. So....when Percy got to the bottom of the long staircase, he carefully looked around to see if "She" was anywhere around. He looked through the front window to see if Her car was in the driveway. He ran outside and checked the garage. And while the garage door was open, Stepmother's Cadillac was gone. So Percy eagerly ran back inside the large house. And then he made his way quickly, and with purpose, to Stepmother's bedroom. But whe he arrived, alas, he found the door closed. Strange, he thought. Stepmother always left it open when She was out of the house. Certainly, he hoped, She hadn't locked it. Percy's heart sank for a moment. And it was beating fast!!!!! But when Percy turned the doorknob, half expecting the door to be locked, he received a pleasant surprise when the door easily opened into Her beautiful feminine boudoir. And when little Percy laid eyes on the beautiful canopied bed, he get the BIGGEST surprise of his life!!! The motherlode!!! OMG!!! How lucky was this!!! There "they" were!!! In all their splendor! Heaped one on top of the other!!! More lace and net and tulle than little Percy had EVER seen in his young life!!! His knees buckled at this magnificent sight!!! Lying right there in all of their lacy glory. Petticoats! HER petticoats! The very petticoats SHE had worn just minutes earlier. The same net and lace frillies that She had so skillfully tempted Percy's eyes with. The same poufy clouds of crinoline and lace that SHE had deliberately spilled over Percy's knees when She had ordered him to sit next to Her on the sofa. And, yes, The same petticoats She had forced Percy to bury his head in shamefully while She had spanked his bottom. And now...they were just inches away from Percy. He didn't even need a key to open the armoire to see them. How much easier could this have been?!? After all, he reasoned, She would never know if he just touched them, examined them, maybe felt that mesmerizing lace. And so, like a moth to a flame, little Percy reached out with one hand and ran it over the crackling, rustling, ultrafeminine...and very personal possession of HER. His Stepmother. Blonde. Beautiful. Feminine. And every utterance of any warning She had given him wafted away with the sweet smell of HER perfume as it had nestled into the folds and tiers of the snow white net, crinoline, and lace. Percy took several layers of the intoxicating femininity and held it close to his face, the combination of the sweet smell of HER perfume, and the delicate white lace pettilayers, representing the forbidden fruit that Percy had so "easily" discovered...
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Little Percy's heart was beating a mile a minute! And little Percy thought how brave he had been to enter this inner sanctum of ultimate feminine mystery. As he lay on the pale pink satin comforter of his beautiful Stepmother's four-poster canopied bed, he was already carefully calculating the steps he would have to take to disguise his mid-morning invasion of Her boudoir. He quickly crawled off his Stepmother's large bed and tried to smoothe out every single wrinkle he had carelessly created on the comforter. He made sure he had not touched any of the matching pillows arranged perfectly by his Stepmother. And then he feasted his greedy little eyes on the real prize! The petticoats. HER petticoats! Magnificent poufy white clouds of rustling net and lace just tempting him to pick Them up. But little Percy hesitated before giving in to Their intoxicating temptation. He tried to mentally picture how the first petticoat had been arranged atop the others. He already knew he would give in to the temptation to pick it up and to hold it. But little Percy promised himself that SHE would not catch him this time. No way, he thought. Besides, petticoats should be easier to rearrange than slips, bras, and panties. Percy determined there was no way SHE could figure out that he had removed the petticoats from where She had arranged them just minutes earlier. So......after studying the placement of the first petticoat for only a few a few seconds, the impatient little boy brazenly jumped up on his beautiful blonde Stepmother's bed, cradled the top petticoat on the stack, and dragged it off the bed. The loud swishing and rustling of the starched white crinoline layers were both unnerving and enchanting to Percy. It was the same captivating sound of constant swishing and rustling he had heard earlier that morning when SHE had them on underneath Her beautiful full-skirted dress. Percy marvelled at the fullness of the ultrafeminine garment. He tried to hold it up to his waist. But, of course, the long petticoat dragged against the carpeted floor. Still, though, Percy had that undeniable urge to make frou frou with the full crackling pettilayers. He swished them to and fro. He felt the poufy layers sway with his every movement. He adored the ruffled white lace that lavishly trimmed each tier of Her petticoat. He counted the lacy layers. "One...two...three...four......." he whispered to himself. Then Percy gave in to yet another irresistibly feminine temptation. What was it like to actually WEAR petticoats? He just had to know. For a brief moment, though, he allowed his boyish side to ask him the question of whether or not a REAL boy would ever be caught dead wearing such a dainty, lacy, and girlishly feminine garment. After all, he told himself, wasn't THIS what Little Girls wore underneath Their frilly party dresses? Percy had been captivated by the petticoats the Little Girls wore on Easter Sunday. Or when They wore Their short dainty party dresses to the birthday parties that Percy also had attended. They were so...so...so...girly. Sometimes Percy made fun of these Little Girls. Why he had even called some of Them "sissies" for wearing such frilly little dresses. He would join in with the other boys and make fun of the Little Girls when Their lacy petticoats and Their frilly rhumba panties occasionally peeked out from beneath Their frilly dresses. But deeeeeeep down, deep in the recesses of little Percy's mind, he wondered. Yes, little Percy wondered. How would it FEEL to actually WEAR a Petticoat and...god forbid...one of those frilly little Dresses? He always tried to explain his insatiable curiosity away to himself by reminding himself that he was an excellent baseball player, and he always participated in those rough and tumble boy games on the playground at school.....And so right then, and there, in the ultrafeminine confines of his beautiful Stepmother's bedroom, he gave in to the ultimate temptation. He swallowed hard. He even felt his face flush a deep (shamefully embarrassing) deep red. His heart was racing. He even hesitated for a second, just to ask himself one more time if this was really was something he wanted to do because, after all, he WAS a boy. But the lacy tiers of net and lace were simply too much for little Percy. And in a flash, he had removed his jeans and unceremoniously deposited them on the floor. Then he gripped the elasticized white satin ribbon wasteband of the poufy petticoat and s-l-o-w-l-y stepped into it. The net and lace hissed at little Percy as if mocking him and his weakness to submit to anything lacy and feminine. Percy pulled the long pettiskirts up to his waist. He noticed, of course, how long the petticoat was as it dragged across the carpet. SO he daintily took the heavily starched layers of net and lace between the fingers of both hands and tried to lift the bulky pettiskirts up high enough for him to experience the sensation of walking in Petticoats. After a few minutes of sashaying around his Stepmother's feminine bedroom, Percy stopped and looked back at Her bed. At the other two lacy confections still arranged on his Stepmother's beautiful bed. And then, the greedy little sissy wanted more. One petticoat just wasn't enough to cure Percy's insatiable appetite for his beautiful Stepmother's crinoline and lace. He HAD to have another petticoat. Just one more, he thought to himself. So little Percy, trying to hold the long starched pettilayers up high enough to walk back over to the bed, stumbled near to where the next petticoat was placed. Yes, the middle petticoat. The petti, unbeknownst to Percy, that contained the small pale pink satin bow, carefully tucked into an inner tier by his conniving, beautiful, and very feminine Stepmother...
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Little Percy had no idea how difficult it was to navigate himself in such a frothy petticoat. As he threw himself back onto his Stepmother's large bed, he realized that it might be necessary for him to remove the bulky ultrafeminine concoction of net and lace until he could manage to remove the second petticoat from atop his Stepmother's bed. So he slid off the satin comforter, almost falling to the floor. The lacy confection hissed and swished and rustled all about his little male body as he fought to gain his balance on the thick pile carpet. Finally, he carefully extracted himself from the lacy starched petticoat, heaped it in a pile on the floor, and climbed back up on HER bed to examine the second petticoat. Immediately Percy noticed that THIS petticoat was far LACIER, poufier, and possessed even MORE tiers (!!!) of net and lace than the one he had just worn. He just HAD to put it on!!! His compulsion to wear such a decidedly feminine garment overwhelmed any feelings of shame or embarrassment his little feeble boyish conscience might feel. Besides. he quickly reasoned, he was ALONE. Who would know? It wasn't like there was going to be anybody around (like those pretty Little Girls in their frilly party dresses he had teasingly callled "sissies") to see him. His beautiful Stepmother was out of the house. Percy knew, of course, he dared NEVER to reveal to HER his deep fascination for all things dainty, lacy, and feminine. SHE would be sure to tease HIM!!! Maybe evven use this weakness of his to control him?!? That would NEVER happen, though, because She would NEVER find out. For the moment, this glorious morning moment when he was all alone in his Stepmother's feminine sanctuary...with HER very own frothy and frilly lace petticoats...Percy cast all boyish caution to the wind. And so he turned his attention, ALL of it, to the magnificent party petticoat now only inches away from Percy's probing little fingers. He immediately was drawn to the wide ruffled white lace overskirt as it covered the outer tier of starched rustling white crinoline. Peeling back the lacy overskirt, Percy discovered SIX stiff tiers of snow white crinoline net. EACH tier was trimmed in ruffled white lace at the hem. And EVERY layer had wide flashes of lacy white flowers embroidered over the crinoline skirts. The poufy pile of snow white net and lace was just waiting to ensnare its unsuspecting sissy victim. It beckoned for little Percy to try It on...just once. The net and lace whispered to him musically. The sweet aroma of his beautiful Stepmother's feminine perfume still wafted amidst the folds of dainty ruffled white lace. It was the ultimate cotton candy for a sissy. Especially for this weak little boy who had been so brazen on so many occasions to call Little Girls, REAL Little Girls who been born with the exquisitely feminine privilege of wearing such ultrafeminine garments, albeit in Their own special Little Girl sizes beneath Their own very special frilly party dresses, SISSIES. Ohhhhh, the irony of this moment!!! Here he was, poor little Percy, entrapped and ensnared by the same frilly net and lace that he had so publicly decried as sissyish. Unable to resist the temptations of these same sissy urges. Yet able to justify his frilly little game of dress-up simply because there was nobody, no frilly and dainty Little Girls, no beautiful Stepmother...nobody...to witness his total acquiescence to these most feminine of garments. He smiled brazenly to himself. Triumphantly. He had tricked everyone!!! And so now, all by himself, little Percy took the lavishy lace-embellished petticoat from its pile on his Stepmother's large bed, and slithered it rustlingly and lacily off the bed. It was breathtakingly feminine!! His little knees buckled as he held the rustling and lacy confection of swirling starched white crinoline by its own satin ribbon elasticed waistband. He held it against his small boyish frame. He saw the fulll-length antique swivel mirror in the corner of the boudoir and dragged the rustling petticoat over to where he could stand in front of the mirror and hold the lacy garment in front of his trembling little boyish frame. It was the absolutely frilliest, laciest, swishiest, most FEMININE (thereby SISSYISH) garment Percy had ever laid his eyes on! Gazing at himself in the mirror, and holding this most feminine of his beautiful Stepmother's special lingerie against his chest, Percy held it up just a little bit higher, the waistband reaching his chin. He wanted to see the effects of the abundance of ruffled white lace on the hems of the stiff tiers as it grazed his ankles. Its swishing and rustling were like music to Percy's ears. Decidedly. Feminine. Decidedly. Girly. Decidedly. Sissyish...
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His arms slightly trembling, little Percy dropped the billowing party petticoat to where it carefully rested in a swishy pool of white net and lace at his feet. He reached down, looked for the satin ribbon waistband, and placed his little hands inside. Opening the waistband, little Percy slowly stepped in. It rustled. It swished. Percy slowly began to pull the poufy confection up his little legs. As he did, he noticed how much the petticoat flared out around him in every direction. It was so full he couldn't see his little feet. And the ultralacy net overskirt, the outermost tier, glistened as the late-morning sun shone in through the bedroom windows. Again, the longish petticoat was pullled to near Percy's chin. It swayed and swished with each step Percy took, the little boy heading back to stand in front of the mirror. Percy femininely (sissyishly) grabbed the lacy pettiskirts and made rustling frou frou with them. Torn between utter boyish shame and ultimate sissy ecstasy, little Percy played and sashayed about the boudoir for so long that he completely lost track of time. Sitting in his party petticoat at his beautiful Stepmother's makeup vanity, his billowing pettiskirts spread out over both sides of the feminine settee, Percy carefully examined the various eyeshadows, lipsticks, blushers, powders, and brushes carefully arranged by his Stepmother. He made sure not to move any item, though, for fear that "She" might find out. And when Percy finally looked at the small clock on his Stepmother's nightstand, he realized it was already almost four o'clock. Where had the time gone!? He had to rush to get out of that billowing petticoat, place it carefully on the last remaining petti still on Her bed, and then meticulously stack the first one he had tried on back on top. He smiled confidently at his memory of how the petticoats had been arranged on the bed by his Stepmother. He was confident he would replicate the positions. The little boy quickly removed the rustling party petticoat, stacked it very carefully on the bed, and then took the first one he had worn and placed it on top. He fiddled with them for a few minutes until he was confident he had left them just the way he had discovered them. He knew he had to make a beeline out of that room. And just as he took one final look, satisfied his Stepmother would never find out, he saw something resting on the white carpet. "What's that?" Percy spoke to himself. When he reached down, he saw a small pale pink satin ribbon bow. "Where did this come from?" He asked himself. He examined it closely and could not remember seeing it on either of the petticoats he had tried on. And when he heard his Stepmother's car door close from the outside, little Percy panicked, albeit just for a few seconds, until he decided to toss the little bow under his Stepmother's large bed. And then he made a quick dash out of the room.....remembering to close the door behind him, as he had found it earlier. He galloped up the long staircase just as his Stepmother entered the house through the front door. "Percy, I'm home!" Percy decided not to answer Her, fearing She would question him about his day. So he stayed upstairs in his room as the minutes ticked away. And thirty minutes before his scheduled appointment in his beautiful Stepmother's bedroom, little Percy asked himself if he should meet Her, or should he defy Her, stand up for himself, and refuse to appear before his beautiful, blonded, controlling Stepmother...
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Poor little Percy. Alone in his room. It was so silent he could hear the clock on the wall ticking away the seconds. Four thirty would be here in twenty-two minutes. He had spent all day playing dressup in his beautiful Stepmother's most private room in the entire mansion - Her boudoir. He had even dared try on some of Her most decidedly feminine garments...Her petticoats. And no matter how hard little Percy tried to deny the sheer ecstasy he had felt sampling Her "forbidden fruit," he still managed to convince himself...at least he hoped he had...that what he had done was nothing more than a little "boys will be boys" mischief while his beautiful Stepmother had been away. He even had reassured himself that he had carefully stacked Her poufy clouds of petticoated lace and net back on Her bed in a way that She wouldn't even notice they had been removed. When Percy briefly entertained thoughts of not meeting his beautiful Stepmother in Her feminine boudoir in just a few minutes, he knew better. Because no matter how brave little Percy thought he was, the ultrafeminine allure of his beautiful Stepmother, and Her elegant boudoir was simply too much for Percy to resist. So...Percy quickly ran a slightly perfumed bath, scrubbed himself quickly, put on a pair of short white shorts and a thin cotton white shirt, sneakers, and then he ran downstairs to meet his beautiful blonde Stepmother...at 4:29...without his lacy pinafore. This time his Stepmother's boudoir had its doors shut. Percy gulped. And then he knocked on the door. "Come in, Percy Dear," Stephanie replied. She was standing right behind the door when Her little stepson walked in. She was wearing Her lavishly lacy ivory colored satin full slip. And it was soooooo lacy! Her beautiful blonde hair was now held tightly in a bun. And She was wearing black horn-rimmed eyeglasses. Her lipstick was cherry red. Her five-inch stiletto heels added extra height to the already tall model-like figure of this stunningly beautiful woman. Her hands were on Her hips. She was not smiling. Percy was quickly overcome by Her beauty...and Her femininity. Her perfume was sweet. Her demeanor, however, was not. Percy failed to curtsey. "Close the door, Percy." She ordered him. He obeyed. He noticed Her petticoats had been put away. She pointed to Her bed. Resting on top of the pale pink satin comforter was a fairly large white box, gift-wrapped in pale pink satin ribbon. It had a white ruffled lace bow. "Open it, Percy," his Stepmother ordered. Ms. Nancy sent it especially for you. "S...S...S...Step........moth.....er........m...m...must.....I?" Percy half pleaded. "WHAT did you call me?" She angrily responded. "M...M...Mom....mieeeee...Dear...est." "That's better." She handed him the ultrafemininely wrapped present. "Open it, Percy Dear." She smiled...
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The little boy gulped. His little fingers trembled as his beautiful blonde Stepmother forced the box into his hands. She fingered the wide lacy hem of Her feminine satin full slip. As Percy prepared to open his gift, his Stepmother commented, a hint of sarcasm in Her voice, "I just know, Percy dear, you're going to LOVE it!" She laughed gaily. Percy laid the box down on his Stepmother's bed, slowly unwrapping the pink satin and ruffled white lace bow. And then he removed the white wrapping paper. Finally, he undid the scotch tape sealing the box and slowly removed the top half of the box. Several alternating layers of white and pale pink tissue paper were next. As Percy slowly peeled away the layers of rustling tissue paper, his little fingers suddenly stopped. Carefully arranged beneath the tissue was a treasure trove of LACE. Ruffled white lace!!! Percy's breathing became measured. His hands recoiled in horror! His boyish instincts triggered a desperate defense mechanism. It didn't work. "Go ahead, Percy! Pick it up! Take it out of the box! Go ahead!" She ordered the little boy. When Percy removed the ultralacy confection from the box, and held it up in front of him, it fanned out in a mass of snow white ruffled lace. Masses of it!!! "It's called an ascot, my dear! It will go perfectly with your new suit!" Stephanie added excitedly. Percy quizzically looked at his beautiful Stepmother, looking regal in her lacy satin slip. She took the lacy ascot from her frightened little stepson and directed him to return to the box. There was more inside, hidden away beneath more layers of rustling pink and white tissue paper. And when Percy removed a bit more of the paper, he then saw what appeared to be a white shirt...thin material...and, ugh, oh no(!)....a series of small baby blue and white pearl buttons...down the back of the shirt. And puffed sleeves...with more ruffled white lace trim on the cuffs...with a pale baby blue satin ribbon running thru the ruffled white lace. And a high lace collar. And when Percy hesitated too long in removing the blouse from the box, his beautiful Stepmother pulled it out for Her little stepson, opend it up for him to see, and then She pinned it against his chest, as if to check its sizing. "Perfect!" She exclaimed triumphantly. And when She laid it on the pale pink satin comforter of Her magnificent canopied bed, She took the ultralacy, ultrasissyish ascot and arranged it carefully under the top white pearl button at the neck of the frilly blouse. She implored poor Percy to continue. "Isn't the little bluse just adorable, Percy?" Pointing to the box, She "helped" Percy remove several more layers of tissue paper. And as two thin layers of white paper were hurriedly and excitedly whisked away by Percy's beautiful Stepmother, he laid eyes on what appeared to be a suit jacket of sorts. But this was hardly any ordinary jacket. Oh noooo. It was PINK! A very pale...feminine pink, Percy thought to himself. The fabric was shiny! "Pure silk, my dear little boy!" Percy's Stepmother exclaimed. And no buttons, save for the three small pearl buttons on each outer sleeve. "Your lacy ascot should rest very prettily against the pink silk of your pretty suit jacket, Percy," She teased. Removing the jacket from the box, Stephanie ordered her stepson to stand still while She put him in it. Immediately Percy realized how short it was...and that the sleeves were about three inches too short. "Perfect!" Percy's stepmother proclaimed. And She quickly removed it and placed it carefully on top of Her bed. Then She ordered Percy back to the box, "helping" poor Percy to remove more layers or rustling pink and white tissue paper until...
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Carefully arranged atop more layers of pale pink tissue paper were a new pair of shorts for little Percy. Of course, these weren't just any kind of shorts. "Pale baby blue silk, the same baby blue silk matching the pale blue satin ribbon running thru the frilly lace of the delicate blouse. "Go ahead, my dear little stepson, take them out and hold them up for Mommie Dearest to see!" And poor little Percy reached into the box, removed the satiny, silky shorts, and noticed immediately how small and short they were. There was no zipper fly in the front. Oh no. Instead, a series of small white pearl buttons replaced the zipper front. At least ten of them! "How perfectly sweet!" Percy's Stepmother exclaimed. "A vast improvement over that slovenly boyish attire you are wearing now. Your very own Little Lord Fauntleroy suit...only...prettier! But..." She added, "There's more!" And after laying the ridiculously short silky shorts on the bed, beneath the pale pink jacket, the intoxicatingly beautiful, and exquisitely feminine blonde woman, forced Her little stepson to remove yet even more layers of feminine tissue paper until...nestled in more white paper was a pale pink satiny, very lacy pair of frilly undies. "Pantaloons! How sweet!!" She gushed. And in Her mesmerizing British accent, She added, "Also known as knickers! Pink satin! I just adore satin! It's soooooo feminine! Perfect for you, Percy! Just perfect!" She declared. The pale pink ribbon tie waistband was embellished with ruffled white lace. And as She removed them from the box, She held them up directly in front of Her frightened little stepson. The legs were long and satiny smoothe. But what really got Percy's attention was the four rows of white ruffled lace edging the hem of these extra special panties. Now Percy's mind was working quickly to figure which was longer...the sissy shorts he could be forced to wear or...god forbid...the lavishly lace-trimmed...but long...knickers. He quickly surmised that the rows of ruffled white lace of the pantaloons would be impossible to hide. Impossible. "OH! Look, Percy dear! The lace on your knickers matches the lacy ascot! How sweet of Nancy to coordinate your lace!" She forced Percy to hold the lacy knickers against his body while his beautiful Stepmother fingered and toyed with the lacy ruffles. Satisfied that She had teased him enough...for now...She returned to the box...for more goodies. Just below the panties was a wide white satin sash-like comberbund. But embroidered into this c-umberbund were delicate pink and blue flowers. "How sweet!" His Stepmother exclaimed, laying it, too, on Her bed. There was more. A pair of white lace cotton knee socks, with matching blue and pink satin bows on the corner of each sock, surrounded by two layers of ruffled white lace. She laid them on the bed, too, and reached back in. Nearing the bottom, She discovered a shoe box. She handed the pale pink box to Her stepson. "Open it, Percy!" She ordered him. Awaiting him were a pair of black patent leather Mary Janes, with a two-inch heel. "A far improvement over those disgusting sneakers, Percy." She remarked disdainfully. She placed the shoes back in the box and put the box on Her bed. Finally, She told him to retrieve the last item, "Made especially for you, my dear stepson, and designed...for my dear, sweetg little stepson, by Miss Nancy herself." Percy gulped...
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Removing layer after layer after layer of rustling pink and white tissue paper, Percy's eyes widened like saucers!! Nestled in the bottom of the box from Nancy Gilbert's ultrafeminine boutique, and meeting little Percy face to face, was a froth of snow white net crinoline and lavish ruffled white lace!!! Small pink satin bows adorned the stiff outer layer. A pale pink satin silk ribbon was delicately sewn into the three-inch expanse of the ruffled white lace hem of the outermost tier of the frothy confection. But as frightening as this was to little Percy, it was the white lace encrusted and net outer layer which had embroidered into the front of it, with a matching pale pink lace feminine script reading" "PETTICOATED SISSY." Two adorable matching little pale baby blue satin ribbons highlighted the feminine script on each side. Scrunched inside the remaining tissue papers, the petticoat was just waiting to explode into its frilly, frothy, dainty, rustling, five-tier glory as poor, poor little Percy was forced to remove it from its confines. Percy, like most secret sissies, knew this was a petticoat!!! Ohhhh yes, he knew!!! And he also knew what a "sissy" was. His beautiful, intoxicatingly feminine blonde Stepmother laughed at him. "Go ahead, Percy. Take it out. Be Mommie Dearest's brave little boy and take YOUR petticoat out of the box..." "B...b...b...butttt..." the little boy blabbered. The nervousness...and the fear in his voice was obvious. Stephanie laughed!!! "Come now, Percy, certainly you've seen little girls' petticoats before, haven't you? When they're wearing their frilly party dresses, all lttle girls just ADORE wearing petticoats!!! Tell me, Percy, have YOU ever worn a petticoat before? Hmmmmm...?" She laughed. "They're just sooooo much fun to wear...especially under frilly party dresses! Sissy boys especially love wearing petticoats. They just can't resist wearing them...no matter how hard they try!!!..."
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Percy swallowed hard. His face was red with shame. His little knees buckled. His small hands shivered. But the sweet smell of his beautiful Stepmother's feminine perfume, Her lavishly lacy full slip, and Her determination to control and subjugate him by tempting his innermost sissy tendencies was overwhelming Percy. And poor little Percy knew it! He wanted to resist Her. He really did! (Or so he thought to himself!) But Percy had NEVER laid eyes on ANYTHING so definitively girly, dainty, frilly, lacy and feminine in his entire young life. And, yes, he admitted to himself in these seconds. Yes, he had noticed the Little Girls fluttering about in their frilly party dresses, their stiff, rustling lacy crinoline petticoats teasingly displaying themselves. Their almost nonchalant attitude about their frilly undies. Sooooo...sooooo ultrafeminine. Soooo...Little Girly. When they would sit down and attempt to suppress the bouffant frilliness of their lacy petticoat layers, Percy sometimes would stare...an almost glazed-over look in his eyes. He couldn't help it. No...little Percy just couldn't help it. To mask his little charade, Percy sometimes would join the other boys in their teasing of the little girls in their frilly dresses, at Sunday School, at birthday parties, wherever and whenever he had the chance...why, sometimes even calling them "Sissy Girls!" He especially enjoyed teasing the tomboys when they, too, had been forced by their mothers into frilly party dresses...and stiff, rustling petticoats. Because, you see, Percy reasoned that clothes did indeed make the boy. And as long as he was wearing the trousers and they were wearing dresses, he could tease all he wanted...until he became the stepson who had challenged his beautiful Stepmother on one too many occasions. And when Stephanie Anderson instinctively knew her own femininity and hes stepson's latent sissy tendencies were a perfect scenario for Her to take charge, once and for all, Her sissy stepson's fate would be sealed. And once Her dear friend, Nancy Gilbert, Proprietress of RUFFLED WHITE LACE & PINK SATIN BOWS boutique, had shared an intimate conversation with Stephanie about a particularly effective behavior modification strategy known as "Petticoating," well, Stephanie just knew Her recalcitrant little stepson's unruly and disrespectful days were numbered...Little did Percy know that Nancy Gilbert had been a disciple of petticoat punishment for many years. Ohhhhhh yes! ANY recalcitrant bad boy, unfeminine tomboy, or latent sissy who entered Ms. Gilbert's frilly and frothy boutique, accompanied by a Mother, Stepmother, Auntie, or other Female guardian for the express purpose of feminization...sissification...or BOTH...WOULD BE PETTICOATED!!! No exceptions!!! If Nancy Gilbert agreed to "assist" in the "cultural refinement," as She called it, of a disobedient or disrespectful child, it was made very clear: They WOULD be petticoated...PERMANENTLY. Yes, permanently! No exceptions. None at all. And because the really, really, feminine Little Girls simply adored shopping there simply made the atmosphere that much more intimidating to those who, shall we say, were being "escorted" for their visit to the frilly boutique. The fact that Nancy designed all of Her frillies, petticoats, party dresses, panties, even those adorable little Lord Fauntleroy sissy suits, meant that there was always a heavy emphasis on ~lace.~ Evenings were reserved for "appointments only." And while he didn't know it...yet...little Percy's upcoming private evening appointment to RUFFLED WHITE LACE & PINK SATIN BOWS already had been scheduled......
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Poor little Percy stood in his beautiful, feminine, and domineering Stepmother's luxuriously private boudoir, staring down at the final garment to come out of the giftbox from Nancy Gilbert's very special boutique. Never had the little boy seen anything quite so lacy...so feminine...so ultragirly...as the very special white net crinoline five-tiered petticoat staring back at him. "Take the petticoat out of the box, Percy. NOW!" She raised Her voice authoritatively. Straightend the sexy black horn-rimmed glasses She was wearing. Fingered the wide lacy hem of Her exquisite satin full slip She was wearing. Put Her hands on Her hips. And waited. Percy froze. He wished the room would swallow him up. He wished this moment would go away. But his beautiful blonde Stepmother stood there before him, Her hands still on Her hips. He saw how beautiful She was. Her ultralacy satin slip. The lavish lace at the bodice and the hem. Her sweet perfume wafted thru his senses. He wanted to run from Her boudoir. But, of course, there would be none of that. "I will not tell you again, Percy. And curtsey to me before you do so. And if you do not curtsey, I have ways to make you, my dear boy." Percy froze. His feet felt like they were in cement. "She" was just soooooo beautiful! So feminine. And...so controlling. And with that, little Percy stared down once more at the frothy petticoat, looked at his beautiful Stepmother, and with his little hands by his sides, in his male shorts, awkwardly tried to grab the sides of his shorts as he dipped to his knees, looked down at the floor, and held this position of obedience and servitude. His Stepmother smiled triumphantly. Taking a seat on the corner of Her beautiful canopied bed, She slowly crossed Her legs, pulled down the lacy hem of Her satiny slip, toyed with Her lace, and then looked at Percy squarely in his eyes while She pinched his chin firmly. "Now...my dear naughty, disrespectful, little boy, you will do exactly as I tell you to do. I have told you my rules for living in my house. You will follow them...every one of them. Is...that...clear?" She whispered, femininely. A tear came from Her little stepson's eye. She pinched harder. "Y...y...essss...Mom...mie Dearest," Percy uttered, his chin hurting. She released Her grip. Crossed Her legs slowly again. Tugged gently at the lace hem of Her slip. Fingered Her lace again teasingly as She displayed a triumphant smile. "There now!" She exclaimed gaily. "That's my good little boy! Now Percy...remove the petticoat...gently...from the box. Reach up underneath it and find the pink satin ribbon waistband. Grasp it by the waistband, and when you have removed it, shake it for me, Dear. I want you to hear it swish. Little Girls simply adore the swishing sound of a rustling lace petticoat under thier frilly dresses. As a matter of fact, many Little Girls adore wearing their prettiest petticoats even when They're not in Their frilly party dresses." Percy hesitated. He dreaded what was to come next. But he had no choice. He was too weak to resist his beautiful Stepmother. She was testing his boyhood. And She was winning. So he took his anxious little fingers, reached in, laid his hands on the glistrning white net and lace crinoline outer tier, and moved his fingers underneath the lacy froth until he found its pink satin ribbon waistband. He tugged boyishly at it. "Gently, Percy!' His Stepmother admonished him firmly. The stiff crinoline layers rustled and hissed at him as he clumsily pulled the sugary sweet petti from the box. And as soon as he had it out, the freed confection of net and lace exploded into the most feminine froth of Little Girl femininity Percy had ever seen. The liberated lacy tiers of white crinoline net teasingly exposed themselves to their hapless victim...another little boy...one who had mistakenly chosen to challenge his dominant, beautiful, and very feminine Stepmother to a test of wills...and he had lost. And now poor little Percy would pay the ultimate price...
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Stephanie Anderson wasted no time in Her determination to once and for all exert total control over Her little nemesis. She knew his innermost secrets. His weaknesses. "Take the petticoat and shake it by its waistband, Percy. Go ahead. It won't 'bite' you." She tauntrd him, laughing. Finally Her little stepson had removed the frothy confection and was holding it by the pale pink satin ribbon waistband. The stiffly starched lacy net layers, each tier flounced with dainty white lace hems and lacy flower inlay in the crinoline, billowed out in every direction! The lacy cloud swished and hissed and rustled loudly with every movement, no matter how slight. As Percy cautiously shook the white net and lace confection, each motion seemed to increase the fullness of the bouffant confection. The pale pink satin rosebuds embroidered on the outermost tier added an even more exaggerated ultrafeminine (ultrasissy!) touch to this most intimate of all Little Girls' symbols of abject femininity. Percy immediately noticed how very full and ultra stiff and lacy the dainty petticoat was. And he also noticed how short this one was, compared to the long full petticoats of his beautiful Stepmother that he had "secretly" tried on earlier while She was away. And because this juvenile little petticoat was so short, Percy noticed how much more it swished and swayed with its every movement. Deep...very deep...in the recesses of little Percy's mind, he was momentarily terrified (and, admittedly, captivated) with the "terrible" fear of being forced to wear such a decidedly emasculating garment. And while he shook the frilly petticoat, he did his best to hold it away from his waist. Just the thought of holding such a feminine garment so close to his body...especially now...in front of his beautiful Stepmother...alone with Her now in Her feminine boudoir...would be to admit to Her that this very special garment held a unique and somewwhat boyishly embarrassing inexplicable fascination...and fear... for little Percy. His feeble little boyish mind was deeply convicted. His beautiful Stepmother's was not. Poor little Percy watched his beautiful Stepmother studying him, almost sizing him up, as if imagining what HE would look like in petticoats. His fear grew. Almost analytically, the beautiful blonde lowered Her black horn-rimmed down over Her nose, staring and studying her little stepson intently, as if taking mental notes. And then She got up from Her position on Her bed and stood facing Percy. "Hold still, Percy. I want to see something..." And then She did the unthinkable...She took his quivering hands, while they were still holding the frilly and dainty petticoat, and forced them to draw the frothy confection...against his waist. OMG!!!!! Poor Percy!!!! Yes, little Percy was then ordered to stand still, "completely still, while I have a look." His stepmother insisted. "B...bu...ttt..." "Silence, Percy! One more word out of you and you'll be wearing that petticoat!!!" She proclaimed. He didn't move. He froze. He dared not move. He knew She meant business. And he also knew he was simply too scared (and too much of a sissy) to stop Her. She backed up a few feet. She studied him intently. It was as if She was focused on the length of the petticoat. And when Percy looked down the first thing he noticed was that he couldn't even see his feet anymore. Oh nooooo. The bouffant petticoat was so full that it ballooned out almost ninety degrees in every direction. And it was sooooooo ~lacy~! OMG!!! Percy felt humiliated. Embarrassed. After all, he WAS a BOY! And now he had been reduced...by "Her"...to this. He swallowed hard. His face burned with shame and embarrassment. And then She returned to a position of directly in front of Percy. She knelt down in front of him. Her long, feminine fingers, perfectly manicured and painted fingernails, then reached out to touch the outermost white lace-encrusted net crinoline layer of stiff white starched net. She examined the master craftsmanship. The intricate lace. The pale pink satin rosebuds. She moved Her long fingers to the 3-inch wide expanse of dainty white lace hen on the outer tier. She fingered the lace playfully. She smiled. She nodded in the affirmative to Herself. And the She raised the outer tier to examine the next tier of stiff white crinoline net. It, too, had 3-inch wide snow shite lace at the hem. And then She slowly, meticulously did the same thing with the remaining three tiers. And each time She raised a layer, it rustled. It swished. It hissed...at Percy... if taunting him for his sissy tendencies which had landed him in the very predicament. And when little Percy's Stepmother was finally finished with her careful examination of her dear friend Nnancy Gilbert's ultrasissyish creation, She dropped the layers back in place, each lacy and stiff tier of starched flounced net resting on a similarly stiff and starched lacy white layer beneath it. She stood up. She smiled triumphantly!!! She smiled as if She had won. As if She knew all of Her sissy stepson's naughty little secrets. "Perfect!!!" She proudly exclaimed to Herself...and to Percy. She giggled femininely. And then, very femininely and girlishly...and teasingly, the beautiful blonde reached back down with Her long hands, took a handful of snow white crinoline, net, and lace, and began to shake them from side to side, swishing the lacy layers playfully, like a dainty Little Girl might, and as She made frou frou with this most sissyish of petticoats, She giggled, and then whispered in the most disarming Little Girl voice he had ever heard Her use, "Thank Mommie Dearest for all your pretty gifts, you naughty little...boy..."
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Percy was almost too stunned to respond. He just wanted to get out of his beautiful Stepmother's ultrafeminine yet intimidating boudoir. "Th...th...ank...You...Mom.....mieeee...Dearest," his little voice said, shaking. "Take the pretty petticoat and lay it gently on my bed, beside the adorable shorts...that you will be wearing for Mommie Dearest when you meet Me for tea in the morning...right here, in my boudoir...precisely at eight o'clock." And then She took hold of Percy's chin again, squeezing it. "And Percy," She laughed, "You will be bathing in Mommie's bathroom in the morning. Is that clear?" Still holding the intoxicatingly girly and yet intimidatingly swishy Little Girls' bouffant petticoat, Percy gulped. His Stepmother never had made this "request" before. He dared not disobey. "Yes, Mommie Dearest," Percy quickly answered. "Do not be late, Percy, or you know what you will be wearing in place of your short silk Lord Fauntleroy trousers." Percy looked down at the frothy petticoat. "Yes, Mommie Dearest." She directed Percy to place very carefully the frothy net and lace confection on Her satin comforter. The heap of white net and lace was now resting lacily next to the boy shorts, a stark contrast, just as Stephanie had planned. Before Percy was dismissed from his Stepmother's boudoir for the evening, She reminded him, "Percy, bedtime is eight o'clock. You may fix yourself a sandwich and some milk before you retire to your bedroom. You are NOT to go outside to play. I don't want you getting dirty just before bedtime. And please close the door behind you when you leave. I have to make a phone call to my dear friend Nancy. Now...give Mommie a kiss on the cheek, and curtsey for me before I say good night." This, too, was new behavior by his Stepmother. Eight o'clock bedtime? A kiss on Her cheek? Why? Only Little Girls kissed their Mommies good night. But Percy knew better than to disobey Her. So he awkwardly approached his beautiful blonde Stepmother, and when She leaned down, he lightly kissed Her. She smiled. "Now, curtsey for me." Awkwardly, he grabbed his shorts legs and tried to keep hold of them as he dipped his knee and lowered himself. She gave him a dissatisfied stare. "Before I am finished with you, my dear little stepson, your curtsey will be better than the prissiest Little Girl in Her frilliest party dress. Of that you can be certain..."
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Percy responded with an embarrassed, almost whisper-like tone, "Yes, Mommie Dearest." His Stepmother waved Her hand dismissively, reminding Percy that bedtime was at eight o'clock and he had better not be late to Her bedroom in the morning. "And close the door behind you, Percy." Percy stumbled out of the ultrafeminine boudoir, too scared to even stop in the kitchen for a sandwich. He was stunned! What had just happened in there? And what did "She" intend to do to him. Surely, She was bluffing. Certainly this was simply a tactic to scare him into behaving and obeying Her. He felt so humiliated. So embarrassed. That ridiculous Lord Fauntleroy suit! But even a more terrifying sight for Percy had been, of course, OMG...the petticoat!!!! How shamefully humiliating would it be if She ever forced him into that?!!? He was a boy, he kept reminding himself. But then Percy's thoughts turned to "Her." Beautiful, tall, blonde, feminine...and...and...yes...very controlling. Her lacy slips...what was it about Her when She wore such feminine undies? Why wasn't Percy able to say "no" to Her, he asked himself. Especially when he was alone with Her...in that most feminine of all rooms in this large house...Her Boudoir. Where Her petticoats were. Where her lacy slips were. Where She did her makeup. And yes, ohhh yes, where She very, very effectively and skillfully completely dominated Her naught little stepson. That same little boy who once had tried to wreck Her marriage to his wealthy father. The same disrespectful little wretch who had called Her "a gold diggging slut." And yes, the same little closet sissy who would now would be outed, petticoated, frocked, sissified, and feminized by Her. If, according to her good friend, Nancy Gilbert, most sissies craved humiliation and shame as they were emasculated, then Stephanie Anderson would spare no expense. Meanwhile as little Percy laid his head on his pillow for the evening, he tossed and turned, questioned his next move, and took at least some solace in believing that he had somehow managed to play dressup in his Stepmother's petticoats and get away with it...
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The next morning found Percy awake at seven thirty. Only thirty minutes to get downstairs. Percy paced back and forth in his bedrom, He ran his hands thru his long, mostly unkempt curly blonde hair. He decided that he really had no choice but to go down to his beautiful Stepmother's boudoir. And, besides, Percy's ever present sissy curiosity compromised any resolve he might have had to stay put. Little Percy knew he was unable to stay from Her. So at 8:20, dressed in a tee shirt and shorts, and a pair of sneakers, he went down the long stsircase and made his way to his Stepmother's bedroom. Her door was shut. So he knocked...gently. "Come in, Percy." And when Percy entered, he saw his beautiful blonde Stepmother, sitting in front of Her vanity, putting on Her makeup. "Over here, Percy," She orderd. He performed a sloppy curtsey before making his way over to Her. Her long blonde hair was down, cascading magnificently over Her shoulders and down Her back. It glistened in the first morning sunlight. As he got closer, Percy saw Her wearing a beautiful white chiffon peignoir. The cuffs on the three-quarter long sleeves were heavily embellished with white French lace. She put Her makeup brush down on the vanity counter, and turned around to address Her stepson. And when She did, Percy laid eyes on the ultralacy white satin bra She was wearing. Her br ( " at " ) #$%^ filled the lacy cups beautifully. Percy stared at his beautiful Stepmother until She finally broke his concentration. "Do you like my lacy bra, Percy?" She teased him. "Would you like a better view?" With that, She opened Her peignoir just enough for Her lacy bra to reveal itself to a wide-eyed Percy. Percy kept staring, mesmerized. Stephanie quickly covered the bra again with Her peignoir. There! Just that simple! Show a sissy some lace and he just melts. Just as Percy sas doing. "I just ran you some bath water in My private bathroom, Percy. The tub is ready. Throw those disgusting 'boy clothes' out here and get in the tub..."
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Percy's Stepmother never gave him a chance to respond. She turned around, picked up Her powder makeup brush, and swirlwed it in the open compact. In Her mirror, though, She could see exactly what the little sissy's response would be. Not even a whimper from little Percy's mouth. No protest. No objection. Nothing. Just a silence in Her beautiful boudoir and the frustrated image of the little boy unable to muster any resistance. She never turned around and looked at Percy. And when the little boy finally realized that his moment to flee Her ultrafeminine mystique and intoxicating beauty had come and gone, little Percy edged into the large, mostly pinkish colored bathroom and began to slowly disrobe. "Faster, Percy! Much faster! Mommie won't tell you again." And soon thereafter, the beautiful blonde's stepson had deposited on the floor, just outside of the bathroom, his last article of clothing. Then he moved towards the large, white, claw-foot bathtub. The steamy water was filled with the sweet aroma of pink bubble bath. A pale pink terry washcloth lay on the side of the large tub. Poor little Percy, the naughty little boy who had given his beautiful Stepmother such a hard time while She was married to his super wealthy father and had vowed to Her break up the marriage...before his father died tragically...was now divested of his male clothes and had been ordered by this beautiful Woman to literally (and figuratively) feminize the smell of his body. And now...essentially trapped...he had no choice. So he got in. The hot water didn't burn him. Instead, it seemed to open the pores of Percy's mostly hairless body and allow the sweet feminine scents of the bubble path to penetrate his skin. The very first step...albeit a small one...in the sissification and feminization of Percy on this very special day, had begun. As Percy slowly sank down into the bath water, the mass of pink, frothy bubbles engulfed him. Suddenly, "She" appeared in the entranceway, next to the tub, looking triumphantly down at Her once-conniving little stepson. "Now, Percy, I want you to scrub every inch of your body...while I watch. I want my little boy smelling pretty for our morning tea. Take the pretty pink washcloth and get started. And remember, Percy...every inch." Her lacy white bra peeked from underneath Her chiffon peignoir. She made no effort to conceal it. And so there was no doubt in Her mind that this little boy would do exactly as She had told him to do. And he did. Ohhhh yes. Poor little Percy, mesmerized by his beautiful blonde Stepmother, towering over him, dressed in some of Her laciest lingerie, simply obeyed. And after about fifteen minutes, after his Stepmother's careful scrutiny, She walked back to Her boudoir, retrieved the frilly, lacy pantaloons, and returned to the tub, towering over Percy, and dangling the frilly panties teasingly in front of him. "Put these on and then join me in my boudoir. There are two lovely pink towels on the towel rack. Dry yourself and put the towels in the laundry basket." And then She held the satiny, silky, ultralacy bloomers out for Percy to see, laid them on a small vanity bench, closed the door to the bathroom behind Her, and walked out, never giving Percy an opportunity to do anything other than to obey Her. A stunned Percy looked around for something else to put on. Of course, he knew it was the frilly panties or nothing at all. And so he got out of the sudsy, sweet, perfumy bathwater, dried himself off, and...shamefully, put on the ridiculously feminine panties. Satiny. Silky. Pale pink. And lacy. Very lacy. The ruffled white lace was in abundance. So then little Percy opened the door, exited the bathroom, only to be met by his beautiful Stepmother, holding up that ultrafeminine and very lacy blouse for him to put on...or for Her to put on him! And She did...quickly! Imprisoning her bratty little stepson by securing each and every pearl button in the back as fast as She could. The ridiculously short baby blue satin shorts came next. They were tight! Oh, were they tight! And they were short. So short that it took Percy's Stepmother what seemed an eternity to tug the ruffled white lace hems of Percy's silky satiny blomers out from beneath the baby blue satin shorts so that Percy's lace was promimently exposed. A "must," Stephanie had learned from Her friend Nancy, when a male was being emasculated as well as being prepared for his first petticoating (unbeknownst to this unsuspecting sissy). Finally satisfied, Percy's Stepmother then found the definitive accent piece of this ridiculously sissy outfit. The ultra, ultralacy wide fan-shaped white ruffled lace jabot!!! It was ~~lace~~. Ruffled white lace!!! The lace eliminated any doubt whatsoever that the poor unfortunate lad who was forced to wear this sissy creation was undoubtedly being exposed as a hapless, submissive, pantywaisted, limp-wristed sissyboy...on the verge of...
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"Now for your socks and shoes, Percy." His Stepmother was moving deliberately but quickly to complete Her little nephew's new outfit. She knew Her femininity was now Her weapon of choice in the subjugation and emasculation of this naughty little brat who had connived to remove Her from his father's multimillion dollar estate. And She was determined to make this little boy a mere afterthought in Her plans to secure the total inheritance. In no time, the lace socks and Mary Janes were on Percy's feet. It was the first time Percy ever had tried to walk in heels (albeit short heels...for now). He stumbled and rocked back and forth, almost losing his balance, until after She had forced him to walk back and forth in front of Her while She instructed him on the proper way to walk in high heels. "Take slow, mincing steps," She told him. "Like a proper young girl in a frilly party dress," She teased. And when the pale pink silk satin jacket was put on Percy, he felt like an utter fool...like a...yes, like a sissy. And yet, through this degradating experience, his beautiful Stepmother's complete femininity overwhelmed little Percy. But She wasn't finished with Percy yet this morning. Far from it, actually. "Sit down on the bench, the settee, Percy, where Mommie puts on Her makeup." Percy froze. "Do it!" She commanded. And once again, Her weak little sissyboy obeyed. Standing behind Percy, She ordered him to look into Her large lighted makeup mirror while She began to slowly run Her long fingers thru her little stepson's long, and still slightly damp, curly blonde hair. She played with his curls, remarking, "Now Mommie is glad Her little boy decided to let his hair grow long when he refused to get a haircut. Ohhhhhh yes, little boy. Such curly blonde hair. Little Girls would just die to have curls like yours, Percy!" She continued to play with his hair, pulling it back in a pony tail, separating it into two blonde pigtails, pilinv it on top of his head. And then She took Her own golden hairbrush and began to run the brush slowly thru Percy's blonde curls. And after four or five more minutes of brushing and experimenting, She finally pulled it back into a thick, blonde, curly ponytail, secured it with a rubber band, and then proceeded to tie a baby blue (matching his short pants) satin hair ribbon over the rubber band, "There we are!" She watched Percy's horrified face in the makeup mirror as She adjusted the curly ponytail until She was satisfied with what She had created. And then She sat down next to Her petrified little stepson, took a blush brush in Her hand, swirled the makeup brush into a compact of pink blusher, and barely dusted each of Percy's cheeks. She laughed at him, and mockingly added, "Mommie has noticed how My naughty little boy watches me put on my makeup. You think Mommie doesn't know you're watching, but Mommie knows far more than you think She does, my dear boy. I know how Little Girls are fascinated with makeup...I just never knew little boys were equally as fascinated...until I met you, Percy." She laughed...
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Percy said nothing, although the embarrassment was written all over his face. His beautiful Stepmother then handed Percy Her golden hairbrush and ordered Her stepson to get up from the settee he was sharing with Her. "Brush Mommie's hair for Her, Percy. Brush it slowly. Mommie likes it when Her obedient little boy brushes Her long hair. Besides, Percy, all Little Girls...and certain little...boys enjoying brushing their Mommie's hair. From this day forward, Mommie will expect HER little boy to brush Her hair twice-in the morning and in the evening. Is that clear, Percy?" "Y...yessss, Mommie Dearest." Percy responded, his voice slightly higher and fraught with fear. And so Percy took his beautiful Stepmother's golden hairbrush and began to brush Her long, thick, beautiful blonde hair. The only sound was the feminine whisper of the golden brush making its way softly through the beautiful Woman's golden mane. "One hundred strokes, Percy. Exactly one hundred. Understand?" "Yes, Mommie." The captivated sissyboy was mesmerized by this beautiful woman's subtle feminine control over him. Stephanie's feminine teasing of the sissy Percy became even more intense when She began to apply Her makeup. Slowly, methodically, femininely. Never before had little Percy been so close to his beautiful Stepmother putting on Her makeup... until now. She swirled the powder brush after applying foundation. She tapped the excess powder. Applied blush to Her cheeks. And knew right away that Percy's nervousness...and excitement was conspicuous by his own silence. Suddenly, She asked him, "Percy, do you like Mommie's lacy white bra? Hmmmm...?" She allowed the white chiffon peignoir to open slightly to allow Percy a closer view of the lacy white satin bra in the makeup mirror. Percy's breathing had become slightly more labored. "Cat got your tongue, Percy? Hmmmm...?" Do I make my naughty little stepson nervous. Are you scared of such talk, Percy? Are you scared of me?" She laughed. And then picking up Her blush brush, She aimed it deliberately at his reflection in the mirror. "Mommy has ways of making naughty little boys...like you, my Dear, behave appropriately. Mommy fears Her little boy has a substantial disrespect for Women...and Little Girls. And Mommy simply won't allow that..." She warned. "Now, I asked you a question, Percy. Does My little boy like Mommie's pretty lacy bra?" Percy gulped. He stopped brushing his Stepmother's hair. He didn't want to answer the question. It was too embarrassing. "Perhaps, my Dear..." Stephanie smiled in the mirror, looking at Percy's frightened reflection, "Perhaps if we replaced your shorts with that simply adorable Little Girl's petticoat, you might be more engaging in morning conversation with Mommy?" Hmmmmm....?" Then She added. "Mommie Dearest won't hesitate to put Her little boy in a petticoat...and keep him in one...if Her little boy isn't willing to answer a simple question." She raised Her eyebrows authoritatively. She went back to Her blush brush, swrling it in the compact, tapping the excess powder, and slightly dusting Her cheeks. Percy knew She meant business. And Her femininity was too overpowering for a simple hapless sissy (to be) like Percy to resist. "Your bra is very pretty, Mommie Dearest," he stammered. "Why thank you, Sweetie!!!" She exclaimed triumphantly. "And what does my lovely little...boy...like most about Mommy's pretty bra?" Hmmm..." She teased. "The...the...~lace,~: Percy stammered. His face was turning redder. "Little Girls...and even certain...special little boys... just adore lacy things, Percy..."
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Percy said nothing. Instead, he continued to slowly run his beautiful Stepmother's golden hairbrush through Her cascading wavy blonde hair. She opened an eyeshadow palette and took the long narrow brush and swirled it in a pale frosted blue. As she deftly applied it to each eyelid, She smiled a triumphant smile. Her exquisite lacy white bra exposed itself a bit more. She returned to Her blusher compact and took the large blush brush in Her right hand. She pointed it at Percy's reflection in the makeup mirror. And as She continued to smile at Percy's reflection, She reminded him of the many times he had "humiliated" Her while She had been married to his late father. The many times he had embarrassed Her in front of Her ladyfriends. The attempts he had made to "sabotage" Her marriage. The "disrespect for Women...and Little Girls." The times he had been reported by school official for teasing some of the smaller, more timid boys, even calling them sissies. There was one particular little boy, Timmy Johnson, who had been teased so frequently by Percy that little Timmy finally was withdrawn from the school. Percy had made little Timmy cry several times. And then there was twelve-year-old Tina, a very pretty Little Girl, one year younger than Percy. A much better athlete than Percy. A bit of a tomboy. One rare day when Tina had worn a particularly frilly party dress to school for class pictures, Percy seized on the opportunity to join his chums in humiliating Her by flipping Her skirts up to reveal the laciest and fullest of the many swishing and rustling layers of Tina's stiff bouffant petticoats. Percy had even called Her a sissy.''several times.(!) He had made Her mad. So mad that She cried. And so mad that Tina had vowed someday to get even with Percy. Percy's beautiful Stepmother went on and on and on with a littany of charges against the little boy. And as Percy continued to brush his beautiful Stepmother's long blonde hair, he could only listen. And then She picked up a tube of lipstick, removed the cap, and turned the tube until a bright red shade had appeared. And as She slowly and deftly applied the cherry red lipstick to Her luscious lips, She smiled at Percy's reflection in the makeup mirror, and said matter of factly, "Now I'm going to humiliate and embarrass YOU, my dear boy, just like you have embarrassed me and all of those sweet Little Girls. Because YOU, Percy are the real sissy..."
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Percy knew all about Tina. A really pretty Little Girl. One year younger. A tomboy. And, yes, a much better athlete than Percy. She was always picked early when the kids chose for softball teams. Definitely picked ahead of Percy. Her really short black hair emphasized Her tomboyishness, and yet all the boys considered Tina very, very pretty. And yes, Percy remembered that fateful early Spring day, not too many weeks ago, in the schoolyard playground before the first bell to come to class. The usual softball game with the best players was taking place as it always had. But Tina was not playing that morning. No, She couldn't. Her Mother had sent Her to school that day for class pictures. And the school dress code required frilly party dresses for all the Little Girls. Those really ultrafeminine party dresses that all Little Girls had to wear for their Mothers in the late 1950's - early 1960's. And so it was that little Tina was required to do it, too. She didn't like it, though. Not one bit. She would rather have been playing ball that morning. And when a gust of wind blew Tina's white satin skirts up, and Her lavish layers of net and lace petticoats were revealed for all to see, some of the boys teased Her. They pointed at Her. Percy saw this as his chance to join in this act of boyish merriment and taunt this pretty Tomboy who had demonstrated so much more athletic prowess than Percy ever would. This was Percy's chance to get even.To avenge his jealousy of Her. And when yet another sudden burst of wind blew up the skirts of Tuna's short frilly dress, Percy, too, pointed at the embarrassed Little Girl's lacy undies, resplendent with ruffles and pink bows, and mocked Her. And when the other boys got closer to Tina, to continue their taunting, Percy joined them. And when one of the boys yelled out to Tina and caller her a Sissy Girl, called Her a Sissy Girl, too. But little Percy, of course, had a secret agenda as he joined in on the teasing and followed the other boys as they closed in on the Tomboyish Little Girl. Ohhhhhh yes! Percy was eager to feast his greedy little eyes on Tina's frillies for an altogether different reason. The contradiction of this short-haired, yet strikingly pretty Tomboyish Little Girl now attired in the most frilly (and sissyish!) party dress...and petticoats (!) of any other Little Girl in school that morning was mesmerizing to little Percy. And as the wind picked up and Little Tina struggled to keep Her dress down, each gust would bring yet another generous view of this Tomboy's most feminine of undies. And because Little Tina's party dress was so short and Her skirts soooooo full, abundant and frequent glimpses of petticoats and lace were frequent as the pretty Little Tomboy struggled to suppress the bouffant frilliness of Her frilly party dress and stiff lacy petticoats. And the teasing continued until Little Tina had finally had enough. And when one boy in particular yelled out "What a SISSY GIRL She is!!!" at the top of his lungs, well, Tina finally succ-umbed to the relentless taunting of the mean boys. And for the first time ever since She had been in school, Tina cried...and glared right at the culprit who had been the most vocal tormentor of all...Percy.....
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And now Percy stood in his beautiful, ever more controlling Stepmother's boudoir, finishing the hundred-plus brush strokes through Her thick blonde hair. His mind had wandered back to the few weeks in the past when he had teased Tina and had been sent home from school with a note from the Principal. His Stepmother had confronted him. And Percy had blown Her off disrespectfully, calling Her "stupid," and saying he didn't care if he had made "that dumb Little Girl cry," citing that he was one of several boys who had teased Her. "I can't help it if She is a sissy," he told his Stepmother. And, of course, Stephanie simply did her research, called Tina's mother, apologized profusedly for Percy's actions, and said that it would not happen again. And it was right around that time, too, that Stephanie Anderson, Percy's beautiful Stepmother, decided to take things into Her own hands and begin to implement some changes in the home that would affect little Percy forever. She knew exactly what She had to do...and She relished the fact that She knew every one of Her recalcitrant, disobedient, and disrespectful little stepson's vulnerabilities. And She remembered exactly what She had witnessed firsthand in Britain when She had grown up as a Little Girl. A certain technique that was very effective in taming boyish and naughty little lads who simply refused to behave accordingly. A radical approach, to be sure. But nevertheless, very effective. And made easier in Percy's case because, as Stephanie had learned in the past few years, he already had certain latent sissy tendencies. And it was precisely those inclinations that would make Percy a perfect candidate for complete and totally irreversible emasculation and sissification...by way of petticoating and feminization. And the time was now...
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Turning around on the settee in front of Her makeup vanity, Stephanie ordered Her little stepson to "Hand me my hairbrush, Percy." Now She was facing Percy. She moved Her long right hand over the golden hanlde of Her hairbrush, emphasizing its flat end. "Perfect for spanking bad little boys." She stated matter of factly. "Now...bring Mommy Dearest Her ivory colored satin full slip...the one with the four-inch wide French lace hem. This time Percy attempted to curtsey in his ridiculously short...and very tight-fitting Lord Fauntleroy shorts. The thought (and the threat)of a spanking renewed his focus to please his beautiful blonde Stepmother. When his Stepmother saw his clumsy and ill-fated attempt to curtsey, She remarked coldly, "If your curtseying does not improve, Percy, you will find yourself wearing petticoats instead of those boy shorts. Perhaps then your curtseying will improve. She dismissed him with a wave of Her hand. Percy went to the lingerie chest and opened the top drawer. His Stepmother remarked, "Mommy is pleased that Her little boy knows where Her laciest slips are." When Percy returned, he tried again to curtsey. His Stepmother was not impressed at his attempt. Before he handed it to Her, his Stepmother ordered Her little boy to unfold the lacy satin confection and touch the wide exquisite lace hem. His shaking fingers reluctantly (?) fingered the wide expanse of fine French lace. She "forced" him to continue to finger the lace while She asked him "Does my little sissy boy like it when his Mommy wears Her lacy slips for him? Hmmmmmm...? Does it make Mommy's little sissy boy want to please his Mommy? Obey Her? Do anything She asks him to do? Hmmmm...?" She whispered girlishly. Poor little conflicted Percy. He only managed to respond weakly, "P...p..please don't call me a sis...sis...sissssssyyyyy. Puhleeze......Mommy." Percy's beautiful Stepmother laughed at him. She removed Her peignoir, handed it to Percy, and took Her lavishly lacy ivory colored satin full slip and slowly slid it on over Her tall, curvy, ultrafeminine body. After releasing the slip to drop to Her knees, She reached down with Her right thumb and forefinger to adjust and finger the lacy hem. Percy was mesmerized. And Stephanie knew it. She ordered Percy to hang Her peignoir in the armoire. And when Percy returned, his Stepmother had put on a pair of four-inch heels and now towered over Her little stepson. "Percy, while Mommy finishes dressing, go to the kitchen and start the tea. Find the cookies in the cupboard and get the teacart out. I shall join you in a few minutes." A few minutes later, Percy's beautiful Stepmother joined him in the kitchen, looking radiantly feminine. Her white linen shirtwaist dress was just sheer enough for Percy to see the outline of Her lacy full slip. When She entered the kitchen, She surveyed the two teacups and saucers on lace doilies on the teacart. And then, She stated, "Percy, add three more cups and saucers. We are having guests for morning tea." Percy froze. "B..b...but.......Mom...mie......." He stammered. He pleaded. He begged. Percy even sank to his knees, and tugging at the skirts of His tall beautiful blonde Stepmother's white shirtwaist dress, he stammered, "Oh NO!!!!! NO, Stepmother. PLEASE!!! Please don't let anybody see me dressed like this! Oh, please! I beg you! I'll be good! I promise I will! Just...just...please...puhleeze...do not let anybody see me dressed like this! PLEASE!!!..."
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"Don't be silly, Percy! Why wouldn't you want to be seen for what you really are? I expect impeccable behavior from you while our guests are here. Even the slightest hint of misbehavior, disrespect, or naughtiness will result in my hairbrush meeting your bottom in front of our guests. Do I make myself clear, Percy Dear?" "Puh...leeeeeeeeeeze...Mom...myyyyyyyy Dearest.....ohhhhhhhhh please don't do this to me." "Shush, Sissy! Silence!" She laughed at Her frazzled little stepson, mocking him. "If you were a real boy, Percy, you never would have gotten yourself in this position in the first place. But you're NOT a real boy. You...my dear little stepson...are a sissy. And while you may not wish to admit it...at least for the moment...I am going to expose you for the pantywaist that you are. You, my dear little boy, will have the utmost respect for Women and Little Girls. You will obey them. You will submit to them. And this morning you are going to wait on them...by serving them tea. You will be properly pinafored and you will curtsey prettily every single time you are in their presence. Do I make myself clear?" Silence. More silence. "Well??!! I asked you a question, Percy." Tears streamed down Percy's cheeks. "Why you even cry like a Little Girl!" Percy's Stepmother exclaimed, laughing. "How sweet! Disobey me and I will have YOU in petticoats, Percy." Poor little Percy. This was much more than he had bargained for. And while he wanted to run from the room as fast as he could, well, he knew he would not. Why? Because his tall, blonde, beautiful, very feminine and very controlling Stepmother simply had him under Her spell. Her beauty and Her femininity were simply no match for this little blossoming sissy. And SHE knew it!!! Ohhhhhh yes, Stephanie Anderson knew exactly what powers She held over little Percy. The same Percy who earlier who had mocked Her, ridiculed Her, and attempted to sabotage Her marriage. But no more. Never again. If She was "lacy and feminine," She knew lilltle sissy Percy was certainly no match for Her. And now She (and Percy!) was about to experience what a strong dose of humiliation, shame, and embarrassment would to to a sissy...especially one in denial. Her carefully crafted plan was about to be put into action. "Percy! I want you to go into My boudoir and retrieve from the top of My bed the absolutely daintiest, laciest, and frilliest pinafore imaginable!!! You're just going to adore it!!! Mommy Dearest laid it out just for Her sweet little boy! It's soooooooooooooo lacy! And WE do know how sissies love their lace, don't we, Percy Darling!" She gushed. "Mommy just cannot wait to get Her little sissboy into his frilliest pinafore yet! Just in time for our Tea Guests! Won't this be exciting, Percy?!? And, Percy Dear, you will find two pinnies on Mommy's bed! Identical, except for one small detail. One has baby blue satin ribbon interwoven into the dainty lace while the other pinny has pink ribbon. YOU, Percy, will be wearing the pink!"...
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Percy barely hesitated before leaving the parlour to fetch the frilly pinafore he would be wearing for the morning's festive tea party. But before he had taken three steps, he was severely reprimanded by his beautiful Stepmother. "Come here this instant, sissy!" Percy swallowed hard, hesitated again, albeit momentarily, and returned to face his Stepmother. "If you forget one more time to curtsey before leaving my sight and responding with a warm 'Yes, Mommy Dearest,' You will be petticoated, Percy. Perhaps a nice freshly starched crinoline petticoat, five lacy tiers, with "PETTICOATED SISSY" prettily embroidered in pink on the front tier will remind you of the few simple rules I have set forth for you that you seem unable to follow. Or perhaps I could have you fitted for a frilly party dress...hmmmmmm? Would my dainty little sissyboy like that?" "OH PLEASE!!!...Mommy Dearest...Please don't say such things to me!! Please!! PLEASE don't make me wear a dress!" "Hmph!! My patience is wearing very thin with you, Percy! There will be no more warnings, Percy. None! Embarrass me in front of our guests and you'll rue the day you disobeyed me. Sissies like you need to be firmly put in their place. Sissies are to be seen and not heard. I expect every single mannerism of yours to be distinctly feminine. I have absolutely no doubt that putting you in petticoats and short frilly party dresses would greatly enhance my sissification of you. Now...curtsey for Mommy and fetch me your lacy pinafore." "Yes, Mommy Dearest." And with that, little Percy, now clearly frightened at what might happen to him if he disobeyed his beautiful Stepmother, demurely took the lacy hems of his exposed pantaloons, dropped his knee deeply, held his position momentarily, and slowly regained his position of attention. His Stepmother, without comment, dismissed Percy with a wave of Her hand, imploring him to "Hurry, Percy, but take mincing steps and hold out your right wrist limply...like a feminine Little Girl. Percy obediently flexed his right wrist, displaying the hated (?) sissy trademark gesture of a limp-wristed pantywaist. When the still limp-wristed pantywaist returned, he was gently cradling the frothy confection of white sheer cotton gauze and ruffled white lace full pinafore in his left hand. Quickly, his Stepmother ensnared Percy in the hated (?) garment. The puffed sleeves had white lace edging, and the apron had an expansive wide white lace trim as well. And the pale pink satin ribbon ran thru the middle of the wide white lace. The large bow was tied in the back and Percy's wide white ruffled lace ascot was pulled out and positioned prominently over the bodice of the pinafore. But this pinafore had a triple layer of stiff white tulle attached to the inside to give it a semi-bouffant look...not unlike a small petticoat. When Percy heard the rustle and swish of the tulle, it unnerved him. It was yet another telltale sign that what HE was wearing was undeniably and unmistakably....feminine. "The adorable attached pettiskirt, Percy, should enhance your ability to perform a more perfect curtsey. Now...practice. Gently grasp the skirts of your pinny and curtsey for Mommy Dearest." Meekly, Percy complied. "Again, only this time take the skirts of your pinny more daintily...like a real sissy." She smiled mockingly, triumphantly. Percy's face burned with anger...with resentment...and yes, with fear...
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Resentment and shame burned deep within little Percy. His beautiful blonde Stepmother was relishing in Her control over her recalcitrant little boy. And no matter how much little Percy wanted to escape Her clutches, Her deep feminine control over him was simply impossible for him to resist. He knew that all he had to do was run from that parlour, rip off those ridiculously frilly clothes, refuse to comply with Her demands, and keep resisting until She finally gave up. Yes, Percy knew that was all he had to do. And yet he made no attempt. None at all. His frustration with his inability to resist this beautiful Woman was coupled with Her irresistible femininity and its mesmerizing control over him. And so little Percy did nothing to resist his beautiful, blonde, dominant Stepmother, even though She made it no secret to him that She was going to expose Her naughty, disrespectful little nephew for what he was...or what She said he was. A sissy. Plain and simple. She had even mocked him. Threatened to put him in dresses. And not just any dresses. Oh no. A frilly dress. And Percy knew all too well what Little Girls wore underneath their frilly party dresses. Ohhhhh yes, Percy knew. And for quite some time, little Percy had quite the infatuation with with what those Little Girls wore underneath Their frilly party dresses. Any time Percy could steal glimpses of those lacy undies, he did. After all, he reasoned, what harm could it really do?...
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And now little Percy found himself under the mesmerizing control of his beautiful Stepmother. Ohhhhh, how he hated (?) Her. Or did he? He knew he was conflicted. He knew he shouldn't be here...in the parlour...with "Her," so beautiful...so feminine...and yet, so determined to make Percy pay for all of his previous attempts to shame Her, embarrass Her, and even humiliate Her. But Percy just couldn't resist. No matter how hard he tried. No matter how hard he tried to convince that no "normal" boy ever would be caught in this predicament. His ridiculous Lord Fauntleroy (sissy) suit was further exaggerated by the ridiculous lace and ribbon pinafore he had been forced to wear. And those layers of white tulle sewn into the pinny's skirt had given it a slightly bouffant appearance. But "She" was just so beautiful. His feet were anchred to the floor of the parlour as if they were in cement. And now this beautiful Woman, Her sweet perfume overpowering poot little Percy, was forcing little Percy to practice his curtsey in front of Her cold scrutinizing eyes. "Gather your tulle skirts, Percy dear, with your fingers, daintily, and drop your knees. There. That's better. Not perfect. But better. And don't forget to smile." And then suddenly...a knock at the front door! Percy froze! He swallowed hard. He panicked!!! He begged. He pleaded. He cried. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.......noooooooooooooooooo!!! Puhleeeeeeze, Mommie.............PLEASE!!!!!!!!! Don't let anybody else see me dressed like THIS!!!!!!!" He tugged frantically at the lavish white lace hems of his pinafore skirts. Now it had become wrinkled. His beautiful Stepmothet glared at Percy. "PERCY!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOUR ~LACE~ IS WRINKLED!!!!!! YOU UNGRATEFUL BOY!!!!!! GO TO THE KITCHEN AND FIX YOUR ~LACE~ WHILE I INVITE OUR GUESTS INTO THE PARLOUR!!!!! PREPARE THE TEACART!!!!! DO NOT COME OUT UNTIL I HAVE CALLED FOR YOU!!!! NOW.......GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" And without curtseying, Percy RAN from the room as fast as his little feet could carry him . Thank goodness, he thought, he had been given the private sanctity of the tea area...at least for now. But just before his beautiful Stepmother went to answer the door, She warned him, "Wrinkled ~lace~ will NOT be tolerated, Percy!" And with that, She turned on Her heel, walked across the oak floors of the mansion to the front door, opened it, and smiled warmly at Her three guests...they were just in time for Her delightful little tea party...at poor little Percy's humiliating expense...
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Poor little Percy hastily retreated to the tea room. He fidgeted impatiently with the lavish white lace hem of his frilly white pinafore, fingering the lace and white tulle layers until he could detect no more wrinkles. But now the sound of Feminine voices could be heard across the parlour and into the main hallway of the expansive mansion. And the pleasant click clicking of heels across the oak floor signalled Their approach. Percy hid in the corner of the tea room, quickly assembling the tea cups, saucers, sugar, cream, and dainty biscuits into what he hoped would be a presentable arrangement on a silver tea tray atop the dainty tea cart. His beautiful blonde Stepmother called out excitedly, "Oh Percy, my dear boy, our Guests are here! Come in here to greet them!" She ordered him. "He's such a shy boy!" Percy's Stepmother remarked to the guests. The giggle of another woman's voice was barely discernible. Percy thought he detected Her voice...he knew he had heard it before...but he just couldn't place it." "Percy! Stop your dawdling!" His Stepmother raised Her voice, sounding a bit impatient and irritated that he was keeping Her (and Her guests) waiting. Percy's face was on fire. How embarrassing was this going to be? Dressed so childlessly and forced to serve tea to his Stepmother's Ladyfriends. But, alas, he could stall no longer. And so little Percy peeked around the corner to get a glimpse of his Stepmother's feminine guests. OMG!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO! OH NOOOOOOOO! It couldn't be! It just couldn't be!!!!!! But before the poor boy could duck back into hiding, he was caught...staring...by his Stepmother. "Oh! There you are, Percy! What took you so long?!? You were very very naughty keeping our guests waiting." Finally red-faced little Percy sulked slowly into the parlour. And there...in the middle of the room...SHE stood before him. Percy was wide-eyed!! Nancy Gilbert, Proprietress of the dainty party dress boutique, RUFFLED WHITE LACE & PINK SATIN BOWS was standing in close proximity to the frightened, embarrassed little boy. The beautiful Ms. Gilbert was impeccably dressed in a pale yellow shirtwaist, obviously wearing several white crinoline net petticoats which swished and swayed as She moved ever so closer to greet little Percy. But Ms. Gilbert was not alone. Ohhhhh nooooo. Right next to Her was a very pretty Little Girl, short jet black hair, almost boyishly cut, She was almost the same height and size as Percy. And She was wearing one of the frilliest, to-die-for, white organdy party dresses Percy had EVER seen. EVER! And the poufy short skirt was buttressed out in every direction by masses of stiff, rustling, elaborately lace-trimmed white crinoline and taffeta petticoats!!!! Percy quickly took notice that the Little Girl's frilly party dress was short...above Her knees, and there was no way the pretty Little Girl could have prevented a stunningly impressive display of rustling, swishing, snow white net, taffeta, and crinoline lace petticoats. There were so so so many of them!!! Percy just HAD to look!!! And after feasting his greedy (sissy) eyes on the Little Girl's petticoats, Percy's attention was drawn to the ornately designed Pink silk rosebuds that were embroidered into the tight satin bodice of Little Tina's frilly party dress. The short puffed sleeves also were lavishly embellished with generous rows of matching ruffled white lace. A touch of blush could be detected on the Young Girl's cheeks as Tina's beautiful black eyes looked squarely into Percy's deep blue eyes, wide with surprise!! And She continued to stare intently at Percy, almost as if She was sizing him up. She was scrutinizing his sissy attire. And She looked pleased as the hint of a triumphant smile formed on Her pink lips. Percy still felt the beautiful petticoated Little Girl staring right at him, even as he now looked down at the floor to avoid Her...and his sudden embarrassment at being paraded in front of Her wearing such ridiculously sissy attire. And as Percy continued to look down, he saw Tina's white patent leather Mary Janes and white lace anklet socks. The pretty Little Girl made menacingly delicious frou frou with Her stiff net petticoats. She slowly swished the lacy layers teasingly as She playfully fingered their lacy hems. Her nails were painted a frosted pale pink. Now the beautiful petticoated Little Tomboy moved even closer to little Percy. She was closing in on him, continuing to make lacy frou frou.Little Percy still tried to avoid eye contact with Her. Suddenly Ms. Gilbert exclaimed, "My, my Percy! How delightful to see you again! Your adorable little Lord Fauntleroy suit fits you perfectly. And your pinafore is simply stunning! I Do hope you like your outfit, my dear boy. Everything was ordered especially for you from my boutique by your lovely Mommy. She wasn't sure about your size. However, since you and my own Little Girl are the same size, I figured I would know what would fit you. By the way, Percy dear, you DO remember my charming Little Daughter......Tina? Hmmmmm...?" Then Nancy Gilbert looked down at Her pretty Little Daughter, "Tina, Dear, you remember little Percy from school, don't you?"...
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And now at this moment little Percy, already shamed by being coerced by his beautiful Stepmother into wearing the ridiculous Lord Fauntleroy suit, not to mention the ruffled white lace ascot and frilly petticoated pinafore, was face-to-face with the pretty Little Tomboy he and his chums had shamed, mocked, embarrassed and humiliated on the school playground just weeks before. And now SHE was wearing even a frillier party dress than She had worn that day. That same day when Percy had joined the other boys in flipping up Her skirts, exposing Her petticoats, and calling Her a ... sissy. And it was Percy's voice which had resonated louder than any of the other boys. And it was Percy's voice...and Percy himself...that this very prettyl petticoated Tomboy had not forgotten. So when Tina's Mother, the beautiful Nancy Gilbert, Proprietress of the most feminine dress shop imaginable, reintroduced Her pretty Little Daughter to Percy, Little Tina relished in the sight of Her tormentor and his new "wardrobe." She glared at Percy. A look of complete disdain, the look that any pretty Little petticoated Tomboy would have for a hapless sissyboy like Percy, especially a sissy (in denial) who had teased, shamed, made fun of, mocked, and even had the audacity to call HER a "sissy," all because of the ultrafrilly party dress Tina had been required to wear to school that day for pictures. How dare he!!?? And look at HIM now! How funny!! Getting exactly what he deserved! Well, not really! Ohhhhh no. Nowhere near the shame and humiliation Tina wanted to see heaped on this particular.....boy. Oh no, Little Tina Gilbert would not be satisfied until Her Number One Nemesis was completely exposed for what HE really was. A mere sissy. A sissy boy. After all, She reasoned, this boy had never been picked early for softball teams (if he was even picked at all) , he was conspicuously never around when the boys were playing football or any other games at recess, and She had never seen him get in a fight. Oh no. Only when She had been petticoated for school that day did this little sissy boy taunt his "superiority" over Her ...... But now, the third member of this little Female Entourage about to join little Percy for morning tea, was a Woman who had very carefully prepared Tina Gilbert for this particular little get together. Ohhhhh yes, Little Tina, Frocked and Petticoated, had been very well "schooled" for this morning's festivities. Because, you see, Little Tina Gilbert had a Governess. And this Woman was not just any Governess. Oh no, this Woman had a particular skill unique to old traditional British discipline. A type of discipline and training exclusively for Tomboys, recalcitrant and disrespectul little boys, and/or reluctant sissies. This type of training was designed to break even the most rebellious and disrespectful of children. It was time-honored. A British tradition in certain exclusive English households. And recently this unique style of punishment had been transported to America in the last decade by a select group of these uniquely skilled Governesses who now found themselves in very high demand in America as well as the UK. And the particular training to which we are referring employed so skillfully by these Governesses, of course, was Petticoat Punishment, aka Petticoat Discipline, aka Petticoating. And it was highly effective. After all, it had worked magnificently on a beautiful Little Tomboy by the name of Tina Gilbert. And soon...very soon...it would have the same overwhelming effect on Little Percy Pinprick...
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Nancy Gilbert gushed as She commented again on Percy's "simply beautiful" little suit he had been coerced into wearing for the morning's festivities. Percy never acknowledged Her. He was simply too stunned at what was transpiring before him, especially with the beautiful Little Tomboy, now petticoated in a frilly party frock, named Tina Gilbert. Tina's Mother introduced Her pretty Little Tomboy to Her "Dear friend, Ms. Anderson, Little Percy's Mommy!" With that, the lovely petticoated Tomboy took dainty hold of Her billowing party dress and rustling petticoats with Her little fingers, kneeled gracefully, dropped the PERFECT Little Girl's curtsey, and forced the sweetest smile possible on Her pretty little face, acknowledging Percy's beautiful blonde Stepmother, "Good morning, Ms. Anderson! Thank You for Your invitation to join You and Your little boy Percy for tea this morning!" Stephanie Anderson ooohed and aaahed at this prissy, delicately feminine version of the "Perfect Little Girl," She called Tina. Tina decided to lay it on thick. "Thank You, Ms. Anderson!" And She dropped another perfectly executed curtsey. And with each sugary sweet curtsey, little Percy heard the inevitable rustle and swish of the pretty Little Tomboy's layer upon layer of stiffly starched, ultralacy, white petticoats!!! "My, that's a simply adorable little party dress You are wearing, Tina! Why I don't think I have ever seen a prettier, frillier dress on such a dainty Little Girl!" The pretty petticoated Little Tomboy bashfully flicked Her beautiful eyelashes, blushing, and curtseyed again. "Thank You, Ms. Anderson!" Tina's Mother, Nancy Gilbert, interjected, "Tina simply INSISTED that She be allowed to wear Her frilliest party dress this morning, especially when She knew She would be having tea with dear little Percy!" Nancy Gilbert added cheerfully. "She even insisted on wearing extra petticoats for this occasion! I was simply delighted to accommodate Her request!!!" "How sweet!!!!!" Stephanie Anderson replied. "Percy?" His beautiful Stepmother addressed him. "Wasn't that sweet of Little Tina to wear Her prettiest, frilliest party frock for you this morning?" Percy froze! His face was deep red. Little Tina Gilbert, only a few feet away from him, stared Her same sugary sweet smile at Percy. She also glared at him...waiting for his response to his Stepmother's question. And then, the petticoated Little Tomboy moved in on Percy, Her short full skirts rustling enchantingly, until She was direcly in front of little Percy. Tina was slightly taller than Percy. She made Girly frou frou with Her billowing skirts. And then She executed another perfect curtsey. And when She arose fron Her curtsey, She reached out Her hand to shake Percy's, saying, "Thank You for inviting me to your sweet little morning tea party, Percy. I just had to wear my prettiest little party dress.....just for YOU! Do you like My frilly dress, Percy?" Percy's face was on fire. She intimidated him...and She KNEW it!!! "I just adore wearing frilly party dresses for those 'special' little boys who like to have tea parties for me!" She laughed mockingly, a tone of superiority in Her little voice, continuing to extend Her pretty hand, waiting for the red-faced Percy to take Her hand in his...
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Percy's Stepmother glared impatiently at Her little charge. Percy knew Her look by now. It was a look of dire consequences for him if he did not reach out to take Little Tina's hand. And so he reached out nervously, acutely aware of the petticoated Little Tomboy's constant rustling of Her billowing poufy lace petticoats with Her every movement. His frightened little hand took the pretty Little Girl's and he was immediately surprised at how...weak...how delicate...how...dainty...Her handshake was. It almost assured him as he immediately realized the superiority of his own handshake. Why it even made him feel like a...a...a...boy!!! He immediately felt a renewed sense of superiority over the Pretty Little Girl, all frilly and dainty. He felt relief! But then, as their hands parted, Nancy Gilbert introduced the third guest to arrive at this delightful little morning tea party. This Woman had been standing in the background...observing. Scrutinizing. Assessing. She was a younger Woman, perhaps in Her early thirties. Tall. Almost six feet tall. Stunningly beautiful!!! Jet black hair, worn up in a tight bun. She was wearing a white linen skirt suit. Tan nylon stockings. And four-inch black stiletto heels. Her sheer white blouse revealed an ultralacy white full slip and a lacy white satin bra. Her brea#$s were magnificent!!! Her skirt was tight. And the black horn-rimmed glasses She was wearing were a sharp contrast to Her cherry red lipstick on Her full luscious lips. She was a strikingly beautiful but imposing Woman. She just looked Dominant!!! But it was Her obvious Femininity which immediately drew little Percy Pinprick's undivided attention the moment She was introduced. "Nancy, allow me to introduce you to Tina's Governess, Miss Prim. Hester Prim." "Oooooooohhh! So YOU're the Lady responsible for Little Miss Tina's amazing transformation that Nancy has been telling me about for so long?" Stephanie reached out to shake hands with the approaching Miss Prim. "Why, you're simply stunning!" The beautiful Miss Prim smiled triumphantly, and laughing lightly said, "Ms. Anderson, how very nice to finally make your acquaintance." And then Percy immediately noticed this regal, feminine, imposingly beautiful Woman's British accent. Stephanie could tell right away that Miss Prim's accent was that of a Woman who had had a very sophisticated upbringing, probably in the British countryside near London. "Nancy has told me so much about you! I feel I already know you! Why it is impossible for me to believe that Little Tina was ever a Tomboy!!! I mean...just look at her!!!" Tina cringed within. But She never showed it. She didn't dare disappoint Her Governess! She knew better! Miss Prim looked at Little Tina and said, "My Dear, did you hear the wonderful compliment Ms. Anderson just bestowed on you?" Tina knew exactly what to do. She curtsied to Her Governess, curtseyed to Stephanie Anderson, and then curtseyed to Her own Mother, Nancy Gilbert. And then She addressed Percy's Stepmother in a high-pitched Little Girl voice, "Ohhhhh, Thank You, Ms. Anderson!!! I just adore being Mommy's Pretty Little Girl...!!!"
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Miss Prim glowed triumphantly. And Percy's Stepmother ooooed and ahhhhhed Her satisfaction at Little Tina's response. And then Miss Prim turned Her attention (and Her sights) on Percy. She made Her way right up next to Percy. She towered over him. Looked down at him disdainfully. Threateningly. Percy could not help but feast his greedy (and sissy) little eyes on the beautiful Woman's magnificent brea ( " at " ) #s encased lacily in Miss Prim's lavish white satin bra. And the exquisite white lace bodice of Her full slip showed proudly through Her sheer white silk blouse. Miss Prim knew all too well EXACTLY how to disarm a sissy. And She relished the opportunity of meeting an unsuspecting sissyboy for the first time and quickly ensnaring him in Her web of satin, silk, and lace. To Miss Prim, little Percy was already being sized up for his first frilly little party dress. And because Percy had made the serious mistake of humiliating Little Tina...by calling Her a sissy...well, Miss Prim would make sure that when She was through with Percy, this petticoated sissy would experience real humiliation and shame. "And YOU must be little Percy?!" the beautiful Miss Prim addressed the frightened little boy. Tina's Governess put Her hands on Her hips, tilted Her head sideways, and remarked coldly, "Little Tina has told Me ALL about you, my dear little boy. You ARE a naughty one, aren't you, Percy?" Percy tried to back up. Miss Prim, however, BACKED HIM UP...right into a corner. Towering over little Percy, She remarked coldly, matter-of-factly, "I have ways of taming recalcitrant little boys like you, Percy. Your type of misbehavior and disrespect for Little Girls simply would not be tolerated. Perhaps I can share some tips with your dear Mommy. Hmmmm...? Would you like that, Percy? Why, just think, if I can transform Tomboys like Miss Tina here into perfect Little Girls, just imagine what I could do for you!..."
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Surrounded by all of this Femininity in the parlour room, little Percy cowered into the corner, the imposing beautiful figure of the mysterious Miss Hester Prim demanding Percy's full attention. She reached down with Her long right hand, and grabbing hold of little Percy's chin, squeezed it hard. And as She got right up in Percy's awe-struck face, Her luscious brea#$s, encased lacily in Their own magnificent satin bra, rubbed slightly against little Percy. His eyes were focused just inches away from the lavish white lace bodice of Miss Prim's satin and lace full slip. "Yes, my naughty little boy, perhaps some special punishment will be in store for you." She unceremoniously let go of Percy's chin, and watched a tear fall from his frightened eye. And then She took Her long hand and traced the wide ruffled white lace hem of the frilly pinafore his dear Stepmother had forced him to wear for this morning's tea party. Miss Prim lifted the ruffled white lace hem and examined the double layer of white tulle, it, too, flounced with white lace, attached to the pinafore skirt. "It pleases me, dear boy, that your wonderful Mommy took my advice recently when I recommended this particular style pinafore for Her 'little boy,'" She remarked, sarcasm dripping from Her beautiful painted lips when She referred to Percy as a little 'boy.' Percy's face was in shock!!! He had no idea that his Stepmother knew this Woman. And now She revealed to Percy that his own beautiful Stepmother had already consulted with Miss Prim. It was obvious Miss Prim was making little Percy quite uncomfortable. But She had only started. "My dear boy, I presume your Mommy has instructed you in the proper way to comport oneself when in the presence of Ladies and Little Girls, even petticoated Tomboys?" With that last remark, She looked cheerfully at Little Tina. Percy didn't answer. Miss Prim gripped Percy's chin again, squeezing it. "YOU will curtsey and you will do it now, Percy." Percy looked pleadingly at his Stepmother. Stephanie simply replied, "You will obey Miss Prim just like you obey me, Percy." "B...B...B...But........" "SILENCE!" Percy's Stepmother raised Her voice authoritatively to Her little boy. Percy swallowed hard. How embarrassing!!! How utterly embarrassing!!! Especially in front of the prettiest Little Girl in Percy's school. The same Little Girl he had taunted and teased. And now it was Tina Gilbert looking at Percy. Smiling at him mockingly. The stunningly beautiful Miss Prim stepped back from Percy, placed Her hands femininely on Her hips...and waited. Her beauty and Her femininity, of course, were simply too much for little Percy to overcome. And so, right there in front of the pretty petticoated Tomboy Tina Gilbert, Her dressmaker Mother Nancy Gilbert, and the imposing Miss Prim, little Percy acquiesced. Shamefaced, the boy took his fingers, daintily took hold of the poufy pinafore skirts, dropped to his wobbly knees, and curtsied. In front of Miss Prim. She ordered him to "hold your position." As She walked around him, She pointed out several faults with his performance. "Typical for a little boy," Miss Prim said coldly. And then She added, "Not hearly dainty enough. When MY pupils curtsey, it is the ultimate sign of submission and respect to ALL Ladies and Little Girls." Percy's Stepmother asked Miss Prim, "What can be done to insure proper curtseying, Miss Prim?" Miss Prim looked at Little Tina Gilbert, then at Percy, and finally at Percy's beautiful Stepmother, saying coldly, "Petticoating..."
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Little Percy heard Miss Prim's response and then watched the beautiful Woman look at Tina. "Isn't that right, Tina Dear," Miss Prim asked the pretty Tomboy, smiling triumphantly. "Yes, Miss Prim," responded Tina as She dropped another sugary sweet feminine Curtsey. And as She did, Miss Prim gave Percy a look as if to say, "And if I had charger of you, my dear little naughty boy, I would sissify you beyond your wildest dreams! And Little Tina Gilbert glared at Percy, too, as if to say, "You'll pay dearly for having teased me and calling me a 'sissy' that day at school, especially in front of my friends. Just you wait!" Miss Prim continued to study little Percy closely for the next few seconds until She waved Her hand dismissively as a signal for him to complete his feeble attempt at a perfectly executed curtsey. "My Dear Ms. Anderson? Do you have an extra pinafore for my Dear Tina? She is wearing one of Her frilliest, daintiest, and poufiest party dresses for this morning's occasion and I just know She doesn't wany anything spilled on it." Percy's beautiful Stepmother answered, "Of course, Miss Prim. I shall have Percy bring it to us." Then Percy's Stepmother addressed him, "Percy, go to Mommy's boudoir and fetch the other pinny lying on Mommy's bed...the frilly pink one...for Miss Tina. Careful not to wrinkle the lace, my dear!" She added enthusiastically. Percy froze for a second. "And don't forget your manners before exiting the parlour, my dear." Percy knew what that meant. He better curtsey before leaving the parlour. And with another clumsy attempt at curtseying, the red-faced Percy hastily left the parlour to get Tina's pinny. When he returned, carefully carrying the frilly lacy confection in both arms, he noticed the Ladies had taken their seats. Nancy Gilbert and Percy's Stepmother were sitting in comfortable overstuffed chairs while the sofa was occupied by Miss Prim. Tina stood in the center of the room. And Little Tina was the center of enthusiastic discussion by the three beautiful Ladies. Percy crept to the entrance of the parlour, but didn't go in. Instead, he kept himself hidden, and listened...to Miss Prim...intently. "Ahhhhh yes, Little Miss Tina was quite the Tomboy! She simply refused to be the Little Girl Madame Gilbert desired...at least until Madame Gilbert hired me to...tame...refine... Miss Tina's Tomboyish spirits. Miss Tina put up quite the struggle...at first. Of course, once I had Her in Her first frilly party dress and petticoats, well...She was actually quite easy to train..."
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Stephanie Anderson's ears perked up when She realized that this stunning transformation of a former Tomboy into the perfect dainty Little Girl was all the masterful work of the beautiful Hester Prim. Nancy Gilbert glowed with pride at Her dainty Little Daughter. Little Tina Gilbert, frocked and petticoated for the Ladies to admire, was all Sugar and Spice, no matter how much She may have been seething on the inside, She knew better than to disappoint the Ladies, especially Miss Prim. And She had been preparing especially diligently for this particular audience. Because Her personal nemesis, little Percy Pinprick, would be present. And because Tina had been promised by Her Mother, Nancy Gilbert, and by Miss Prim, that if Her performance was EXACTLY as Miss Prim had expected of Her, then Tina would personally get to have Her own special kind of revenge on the despised little Percy. Miss Prim had promised that She would see to that...personally! "Tina, please present Yourself for Ms. Anderson, my Dear," Miss Prim ordered the petticoated Tomboy. "Yesss, Miss Prim," Tina said enthusiastically. And with little Percy peering around the corner of the entrance to the parlour, the stunned little boy (sissy!) watched this super-pretty, athletically superior Tomboy daintily take the hem of the skirt of Her short frilly party dress in Her delicately painted fingernails, and s-l-o-w-l-y lift the rustling and swishing skirts a few inches up to reveal the most breathtaking (!!!!!!) lace, net, crinoline, and taffeta petticoats one could imagine. They were ULTRA LACY!!!! The last thing any Tomboyish Little Girl would ever have wanted to wear!!! Which was precisely the message Miss Hester Prim would be sending to Percy and his beautiful Stepmother. And as Little Tina obediently...and quite ultrafemininely held Her skirt up just high enough to reveal Her layers of lace-bedecked pettis, Hester Prim explained to Stephanie Gilbert that "This intensely feminizing effect on Tomboys...and even recalcitrant naughty males...leaves absolutely no doubt that petticoating allows for the utmost respect for all things dainty and feminine. Of course, when Little Girls...or Tomboys, especially...are petticoated, certain little boys become so mesmerized by the sight of these frillies that the little boys can become quite subservient, docile, and obedient. I suspect this will be the effect that it will produce on little Percy, if it has not already," Miss Prim stated. A stunned Percy couldn't take his eyes off of Little Tina's petticoats!!! Indeed, Percy WAS mesmerized!!! So mesmerized by what he was seeing he never even heard Miss Prim's comments...
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Stephanie Anderson was clearly intrigued at what She was witnessing. "Nancy, my Dear, did all of Little Miss Tina's beautiful petticoats come from Your boutique?" "Yes, Stephanie! Miss Prim personally selected the petticoats for Tina to wear this morning. I insist that my Little Girl wears only the frilliest party dresses for such special occasions, especiall tea parties, birthday parties, even...school pictures. And, of course, the frillier the frock, the more petticoats needed to give the skirts of the dress the proper flare it needs. Besides, petticoats rustle and swish so enchantingly to enhance the femininity of the wearer. And because my Little Tina has such strong Tomboyish tendencies, well, it is essential that when She is Petticoated, that Her frilly dresses leave NO doubt about my intentions to completely feminize Her." Then, turning to Her pretty Daughter, Nancy Gilbert asked, "Isn't that right, Tina Dear? A blushing Tina Gilbert, still holding the hem of the short satin and lace party frock up just enough to reveal Her stiff lacy pettis, dutifully replied, "Yes, Mommy." "That's Mommy's Little Girl! And You DO love wearing frilly party dresses, don't you, Dear?" Nancy Gilbert gushed. "OHHHHH YESSSS, Mommy!" Little Tina dutifully responded. Miss Prim was scrutinizing the petticoated Tomboy's every movement. By now, several minutes had passed. Too many minutes for little Percy to have been out of the parlour...unnoticed. Miss Prim knew all too well the little wretch was probably hiding from the morning's festivities. Or so he thought he was. She smiled to Herself. She asked Stephanie Anderson, "Ms. Anderson, where is your dear little Percy. Certainly it shouldn't have taken him this long to simply retrieve Miss Tina's pinny. I do so want to spend time with your little boy this morning. I just KNOW we are going to get along splendidly!" The stunningly beautiful Hester Prim laughed. Then She casually nodded to Little Tina, saying, "You may lower Your skirts, Miss Tina. And please do not forget to smoothe out any wrinkles, especially with your dainty pettis..."
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Every single mannerism of the petticoated Tomboy was precise and feminine...girlishly feminine. And every practiced mannerism came under the watchful eyes of Miss Prim. It was obvious this beautiful demanding Woman would brook no nonsense from this Tomboy. And it also was clear that Nancy Gilbert had empowered Miss Prim to do whatever was necessary to tame Little Tina Gilbert-no matter how much resistance this Tomboy might put up. And it was also Miss Prim who eagerly awaited the return of that little brat Percy. Ohhhhh yes, Miss Prim thought to Herself, She would deal with Percy in due time. Especially after what would transpire at this special little tea party! Meanwhile, when Percy heard his name mentioned by Miss Prim, he tried to compose himself and enter the parlour as if he hadn't been late at all. And when Percy did enter the parlour, in the presence of the Women and Little Tina, he never bothered to curtsey or dutifully pay Them the proper respect They were expecting. And Stephanie Anderson was embarrassed at Her little stepson's brazen disrespect...even after he had been warned. Miss Prim made a mental note of this, of course. And then Percy offered up this ultrafrilly, pale pink, lavishly lacy full pinafore...fit for only the Girliest of Little Girls. It, too, had a full tulle underskirting...only there were about seven layers of the snow white tulle and lace hemmed pettiskirt beneath this pinafore. He walked towards the pretty Tomboy. And when he neared Her, a sly grin formed on Percy's face. It was a grin of boyishly mischievous "I got you" grins. A grin of condescension. Percy wouldn't be caught dead wearing this thing!!! Ohhhh nooooo. He'd show this Tomboy who the real sissy was!! After all, it was She who was wearing the frilly party dress and the rustling lace petticoats! Certainly not him!!! Of course, what Percy was wearing wasn't exactly......masculine. Still, though, it paled in comparison to what this Tomboy was wearing. And as Percy got perilously close to the pretty Little Girl, She stepped back and put Her hands on Her hips...a very girly thing to do!!! And then Little Tina Gilbert suddenly held Her right hand up authoritatively: "STOP!!!" She ordered the frightened Percy. And he did. Right in his tracks. Tina coc-ked Her head to one side. Studied Percy for a minute. And then She dropped yet another sugar sweet curtsey, only this time She took a moment and toyed with the white lace hem of Her exposed rustling white crinoline petticoat. "May I please speak, Miss Prim?" She asked girlishly. "You may, Miss Tina." Miss Prim responded. Tina completed Her curtsey and then, glaring at Percy, asked the ladies in the room, "Why should I be the one to wear the PINK pinafore? I think HE should wear it!!!" And when Tina finished asking the question, She pointed squarely at little Percy. "After all, it matches HIS little pink and blue suit perfectly!!" She glared at Percy. Percy stammered...saying..."B...b...butttt.....YOU are the GIRL!!! YOU should wear this one. B...b...besides...I...I...I'mmmmm...al....ready.......wearing one." Little Tina responded, "Tell you what, Percy. With Miss Prim's and Mommy's permission...I'll arm wrestle you...right here...right now...the loser wears the pretty pink one."
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"Wh...wh...whyyyyy...that...that's......ridiculous!' Percy retorted, a hint of desperation in his unsure voice. "Afraid you'll lose...to a Girl, Percy?" Tina teased. She made froufrou with her rustling skirts, moving menacingly closer. She was fingering the lacy hems of Her exposed swishing pettis. "A pretty Little Girl like ME...against a big strong boy like YOU???" She continued making delightful froufrou with Her skirts. And Percy couldn't resist the temptation to look. His knees were growing weak. He looked helplessly at his beautiful blonde Stepmother for help. His eyes pleaded with Her to intervene on his behalf. She did not come to his rescue. Instead all three of these beautiful Women, Percy's Stepmother, Tina's Mother Nancy Gilbert, and the stunning Miss Prim all moved in to surround little Percy. It was as if they were ganging up on him. Percy remembered the ultrafeminine delicate handshake Tina had given him when he had first arrived. He quickly deduced that no Girl, especially with such a weak handshake, and so femininely attired in such a short frilly party dress and petticoats, would ever be able to defeat him. So he rationalized that this Little Girl, Tomboy or not, could NOT beat him in this show of strength. She was simply too feminine...too girly...to win. So at that moment little Percy Pinprick decided his masculinity was at stake...he WAS a boy(!!!)...and he would prove it. "Okay.....I'll do it. I'm not afraid of some Little Girl beating me." He glared at the pretty petticoated Tomboy. And She glared back at him. Miss Prim and the Ladies laughed gaily at what was about to transpire. And before little Percy had a chance to reconsider, Tina grabbed his hand, placing it in a vice grip, and pulled him to the center of the room. Percy's hand felt the real strength of this Little Tomboy's hand and realized that Her handshake earlier had been nothing what he felt now as She dragged him to the center of the room. He knew he was in trouble. Why...oh why...had he been duped into this?... Very quickly a small table was located and placed in the center of the room. And then two small chairs. Percy slowly sank into one of the chairs, an uncomfortable straight-backed style. And then the beautiful Tomboy, frocked and petticoated, took the billowing skirts of Her frilly party dress, and tried to smoothe them out before slowly, femininely, sliding into the other straight-backed chair. Her lace petticoats billowed out everywhere and spilled over the arms of the narrow chair. And Percy's greedy little (sissy) eyes were instantly captivated by the sight of the Tomboy's snow white lace and net. His sissy addiction to all things dainty and lacy had taken over. And every Woman in the room knew this by the sight of that all too familiar glazed over look in any sissy's eyes whehever he is confronted with overwhelming femininity. And the fact that it was a Tomboy, a very pretty, petticoated, feminized Tomboy, about to put him in his place, made Percy realize very quickly he was destined to lose. In fact, he had already lost...
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Percy was sweating bullets as the beautiful Women surrounded the small area in the center of the parlour where this delightful little contest would take place. The hurried excitement of these Women, especially little Percy's beautiful blonde Stepmother, Stephanie Anderson, was in eager anticipation of what They believed would be the utter debasement of this particular little bratty male who recently had so boldly (and cowardly, in front of a small crowd of other children) embarrassed this beautiful little Tomboy, Tina Gilbert, by calling Her a "sissy" for wearing such a frilly party dress to school. And if Percy thought he would get any respite at all from his Stepmother, well, he was sadly mistaken. She, too, had been the victim many times of Percy's humiliating comments to her, and about Her, while She had been married to Percy's father. Percy had made it his mission to make Her cry, too, and to do everything he could to run Her out of his life. But he had failed. And Stephanie knew all about Her disrespectful conninving little Stepson's obvious sissy tendencies. And now...this morning...with the help of Her dear friend, Nancy Gilbert, dressmaker extraordinaire, and the expertise of the beautiful Hester Prim, feminizer of recalcitrant children, little Percy Pinprick would be forcibly (?) submerged and immersed into the dominant world of beautiful feminine, dominant Women who took great pleasure in the feminization of Tomboyish Little Girls and the emasculation and sissification of recalcitrant, disrespectful little males who dared challenge their authority. And these Women especially enjoyed the slow transformation and humiliation of any of these males who made the critical mistake of unveiling sissy tendencies. The Women were giggling and laughing as the pretty Tomboy fussed with Her billowing petticoats, a small look of antagonism at how they were delaying the proceedings. Lace and net were everywhere!!!Even a few of the small pink satin rosebuds embroidered into the outer layer of white crinoline exposed themselves. Still, little Tina continued to glare at Her little nemesis. Percy suddenly tried to get up out of the straight-backed chair, and Miss Prim reached down and stuffed Percy back into the chair. His face reddened. And then he attempted to recuse himself from the contest, citing, "I don't want to hurt Her. After all, She's a Girl!" His voice was desperate. Tina rested Her right elbow on the table and then rested Her chin on Her right hand. In Her girly voice, She looked directly at Percy, saying, "Pink is for sissies, Percy. And, of course. for Little Girls. Well, you're obviously not a Little Girl. So now I am going to prove to You that it is YOU who is the real Sissy. I can't wait to see you in that frilly PINK pinafore. You'll look simply adorable in it. Pity you won't be wearing petticoats under it. That's what most sissies...like YOU...would be wearing. Come on, sissy...scared of losing to a Little Girl???"...
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"I'm NOT a sissy!!" Percy screamed. Tina laughed. The Women laughed. "Prove it." Tina said. And then Miss Prim Chimed in, laughing, gaily, "Certainly, Percy, you are not afraid of a very pretty Little Girl, all decked out in Her frillies, wearing her daintiest party dress and petticoats. Such a feminine Littlt Girl, too!!! A 'sissy' even, at least according to YOU! Of course...my dear little boy...should you lose to such a pretty and feminine Little Girl, then we must wonder whether or not it truly IS you who are the real sissy. I mean, after all, She IS wearing a frilly party dress and petticoats!!!" Miss Prim laughed mockingly. "You're not afraid of HER, are you?" Percy's red face nervously contemplated a response. "N...n...n..nooooooo, Of course not! She's just a dumb old girl!" Tina looked even more angry at the latest remark by Percy. And then Percy's beautiful Stepmother spoke. "Enough of this nonsense....." She stopped for a moment. Percy thought She was going to come to his defense and put an immediate halt to the proceedings. But, instead, She continued..."Percy, my dear boy, either admit You are a sissy...here and now...or put your elbow on the table and let us settle this little contest once and for all." "B...b...b..." Percy countered. "Silence, Percy!" His beautiful Stepmother held Her right hand in the air dismissively. And so the sullen little Percy positioned his right elbow on the small table. Miss Prim instructed him to lock hands with Tina and to hold their positions until she counted to three. "One..." Tina glared at little Percy, remarking, "Now we'll all see who the real little sissy is," She laughed. "Two..." continued Miss Prim. "I'd LOVE to see YOU in one of MY frilly party dresses," Tina teased. Now She squeezed Percy's little hand in anticipation of starting. "THREE!!!" Exclaimed the beautiful Miss Prim...................Percy tried immediately to gain the upper hand, thinking he could finish this contest early. And he even managed to move Tina's arm just a little bit towards the table. But then Tina had had enough. She squeezed Percy's hand hard....REAL hard!!! "Ouch" Percy squeeled. Tears came from his eyes. The Women were laughing!!! Now Tina was toying with Her little male victim. "Wouldn't you just love to wear a frilly party dress, Percy. Hmmmm...?" Tina teased. She squeezed his hand even harder. "OUCHHHHHH!" Percy screamed."You little sissy boy!" Tina taunted him. And then She began to methodically move his arm toward the table. "Percy is a sissy! Percy is a sissy!" She sang, as Percy's arm came tumbling down to the table...
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In a matter of just a few seconds, Percy had been defeated. He had barely put up a fight at all. And now, in front of these stunningly beautiful, feminine Women, all of them laughing at Percy's expense, pretty Tina Gilbert gave Her little male victim's hand one more solid squeeze as it lay on the table in defeat. She squeezed it so hard that tears came from little Percy's eyes. Meanwhile, Percy knew he couldn't cry...no matter how bad his hand was hurting...not to mention his little boyish male ego. Finally, Miss Prim interceded, "Miss Tina, please straighten out Your skirts! Your petticoats are making a most immodest display of themselves." "Yessss, Miss Prim," the pretty petticoated Tomboy dutifully responded. In doing so, Tina released Percy's little hand from Her vice grip (or so it seemed to Percy), slowly arose from Her straight-backed chair, and worked to femininely smoothe out the voluminous short skirts of Her dainty, frilly party dress, bouyed by multiple layers of crisp, rustling, swishing layers of net, crinoline, and lace petticoats. And as She femininely worked to eliminate wrinkles in Her skirts, little Percy gazed at this portrait of abject Little Girl femininity and wondered how he could ever have succ-umbed so quickly to Her in their little physical contest. For a moment Percy cursed himself under his breath. He had just lost a contest of physical superiority to a GIRL!! And, to make matters worse, three beautiful Women, including his scheming, yet intoxicatingly feminine Stepmother, had rejoiced in Tina's superiority over him. "Percy, my dear, allow Miss Tina to remove your blue pinafore and replace it with the frilly pink one," his Stepmother ordered him. "B...b...buttttt......" Percy stammered. "But what!!??" Stephanie retorted. "Quiet, Percy!!! Not another word out of you. Fair is fair. You lost! You know the consequences. YOU will be wearing PINK...Miss Tina will be wearing BLUE!" Miss Prim, meanwhile, surveyed the scene with keen eyes, as if She was studying every square inch of little Percy. She was clearly making mental notes...and Percy could feel the stare of this intimidating Woman. He also noticed the absolute control Miss Prim had over Tina. Tomboy or not, Little Tina Gilbert clearly was the epitome of Little Girl femininity whenever She was under the supervision of Miss Prim. Curtseying respectfully to Miss Prim and to the other Ladies in the parlour, Little Tina Gilbert approached Percy and quickly moved in behind him. Percy was unnerved...yet unmistakably excited...by the sibilant rustling of the petticoated Tomboy's frilly dress and stiff lace petticoats as She positioned Herself to remove little Percy's pinny by untying the wide bow in the back. And as She began, Her multilayered pettis lacily edged against the back of little Percy's exposed bare legs. The sensation of the ruffled white lace hems and stiffly starched crinoline net made the little boy's knees quiver. He melted like butter and offered absolutely no resistance as the petticoated Tomboy slid the ultralacy pinafore over him. He was simply too overcome by the swish and rustle of lace and net to even think about resisting the Little Girl. And all the while, Hester Prim continued to scrutinize little Percy's every reaction to what was happening to him...
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Percy's fists were clinched tightly in this intensely embarrassing moment of humiliation and anger. HOW!?! Oh, how could he have been coerced into that arm wrestling contest? And now as the Pretty Little Petticoated Tomboy moved quickly to ensnare Her despised male (sissy?) in this frilliest, girliest of pinafores, She took great delight as Her petticoats swished musically about poor little Percy. In no time, She had secured Percy in the ultrafrilly, ultragirly garment. And as She finished Her task by tying the most perfect, exquisitely feminine BIG bow in the back, Hester Prim complimented Little Tina on Her masterful job. "Now, my dear Little Princess, bring me your blue pinny and I shall help you into it," Hester Prim ordered Her charge. "Yesssssss, Miss Prim," was Little Tina's sugary response, followed by a dutiful curtsey. She swishingly carried the pinny daintily in Her arms, curtseying again when She stood in front of the stunningly beautiful Miss Prim. "Stand still, Little Girl," Hester Prim ordered, all the while glaring at Percy, continuing to study his every reaction. And just for extra emphasis, as Miss Prim applied the finishing touches of Little Tina's own BIG bow, Hester Prim glared first at little Percy, and then addressed the petticoated tomboy, Tina. "Miss Tina, the lace on Your petticoats is wrinkled. I do NOT tolerate wrinkled lace! Furthermore, when You are attending a formal tea, and Ladies are present, it is quite disrespectful."
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The pretty Little petticoated Tina Gilbert swallowed hard not to defy the ultrastrict Miss Prim. Little Tina knew Her Governess would brook no resistance from Her charge, tomboy or not. Deep down the tomboy resented the ultragirly frilly party dresses and bouffant lacy petticoats Miss Prim required Her to wear in Her efforts to Feminize Little Tina. And if it was one challenge Miss Prim relished more than that of a recalcitrant male, it was a strong-minded tomboy. Ohhhhhh yes, Hester Prim took quite the delights in petticoating tomboys. But what Miss Prim REALLY enjoyed was the duality of a closet sissy and a tomboy undergoing Her own very unique style of ultrafeminization and petticoating simultaneously!!!
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Little Percy feasted his greedy little sissy eyes on the pretty petticoated Tomboy as She reached down in front of Her frilliest party dress and plucked the ruffled white lace hems of Her voluminous white petticoats, flicking the ruffled white lace this way and that way, meticulously correcting every single wrinkle in Her multilayered pettis that She could detect - all under the watchful glare of the beautifully feminine Hester Prim. Little Tine Gilbert knew better than to leave even one petticoat wrinkled...even sllightly. And Hester Prim also made notice of the undivided attention Little Percy Pinprick was giving these stunning proceedings. Yes, Miss Prim thought to Herself, She would not be satisfied until it was dear little Percy, frocked and petticoated, removing the wrinkles from his own stiff lace petticoats and other assorted humiliating feminine frillies She would force the wormy little sissy into. She even managed a small smile to Herself. "Come here, Little Miss Tina, and stand in front of me so I can inspect Your lace." Little Tina gulped. "Yessssss, Miss Prim," the pretty Tomboy curtsied, and then minced over to Her beautiful Governess. And then...out of nowhere...Miss Prim ordered Little Percy, "Join me, Percy, right HERE, in front of Little Miss Tina. Perhaps you can learn from this." "B...b...buttttt..." stammered the sissy. "I will not ask you again, Dear Boy," Hester Prim said quietly, but with a certain authority that made Miss Tina quiver with fear. "B...b...b...butttt..." Percy's pleas were more desperate. He looked for respite from his beautiful Stepmother. He received none. Instead, She coldly responded, "Percy you are to obey Miss Prim the same as you have been instructed to obey me." The tall, beautiful Miss Prim glared at little Percy and smiled triumphantly. "Yes, Mummy." Percy finally replied. And then, forgetting to curtsey (again!), he tentatively moved to where the tall and beautiful Hester Prim was standing. "Stand next to Me, Percy," little Tina's stunning Governess ordered. And he did. Then the tall and stunningly beautiful Governess took Her right hand, and pointed at Little Tina Gilbert's approximately three inches of exposed snow-white lace petticoat hems. "My Dear Little boy, look very closely at Miss Tina's petticoat lace. Isn't it pretty? Do you like the way it rustles? Isn't the swishing of petticoats and lace simply enchanting? Hmmmmmm....?" Percy's face grew beet red as Hester Prim smiled a mocking and deeply condescending smile of great satisfaction...
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Little (sissy)Percy's face burned with shame and embarrassment. And Hester Prim knew it. "How dare You not answer a simple question, Little Percy," Miss Prim spoke grimly. "After all, Little Miss Tina wore Her frilliest party dress and Her stiffest, laciest, most Feminine petticoats...just for You, my Dear little Boy. Not to even acknowledge this pretty exquisitely feminine Little Girl's frillies is disrespectful. Little Girls simply adore compliments on their frillies...especially when they come from little...boys. Come over here, Percy...this instant." Percy froze. Fear was in his eyes. He looked pleadingly at his beautiful Stepmother for help...again. Instead, what he received from Her was a rebuke. "This instant, Percy! You are to obey Miss Prim just as you have been instructed to obey Me. I am growing weary of repeating my warning to you." Miss Prim smiled triumphantly. Percy was so frozen with fear he forgot to curtsey...again. He slithered over to Miss Prim's direction. She pointed to a spot on the floor...right next to Her...and directly in front of the petticoated Tomboy Tina Gilbert. Approximately three inches of exposed white ruffled lace, layers of petticoat tiers, displayed themselves proudly. The lace was everywhere! Poufy white clouds of net and lace! A sissy's dream! But to Percy, at this moment, in front of these three beautiful, intoxicatingly feminine, yet dominant Females, it was Percy's own special tortuous moment of shame and embarrassment. "Look carefully, my Little One...VERY carefully at Little Miss Tina's ~petticoat lace.~ NOW... Look for any wrinkles. Any wrinkles at all. No matter how small, my Dear boy. If Little Miss Tina fails to correct even one wrinkle in her petticoat lace, She will be severely disciplined by Me. And YOU, my Dear Percy, wouldn't want that to happen to one of your best little friends, would you? Hmmmm...?" Now Little Tina Gilbert stood obediently perfectly at attention in front of Miss Prim and Percy, Her little hands folded daintily, and resting in the folds of the cool satin skirts of Her childishly short party dress. Miss Prim pointed at the Tomboy's exposed lacy layers of stiff petticoats and instructed Percy on exactly what to look for, explaining very matter-of-factly that "Little Girls MUST adhere to a strict code of femininity when they are under MY charge. Of course, being a...boy..." She added disdainfully, "You wouldn't understand. However, if I had my way..."
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Before the domineeringly feminine Hester Prim could finish her sentence, Percy's beautiful blonde Stepmother chimed in, "Perhaps Percy can fix Little Miss Tina's lacy petticoat layers HIMSELF!!!" Percy's Stepmother laughed gaily. Percy's face was flushed. He attempted to stammer a quick response, "B...b...b.....utttttt...But........" "But what!!!" Demanded Miss Prim. Her authoritarian voice silenced little Percy Pinprick instantaneously. Meanwhile, Nancy Gilbert, the stunningly beautiful and exquisitely Feminine Mother of Little Tina Gilbert, excitedly added, "Why, Miss Anderson, that is a simply marvelous idea. Little Percy can attend to Miss Tina's lace Petticoats personally! How delightful!!!" Little Tina Gilbert grinned a malicious smile at Her previous tormentor. And then Little Tina Gilbert raised Her little hand and asked for permission to speak, dropping an obedient and ultrafeminine curtsey before making Her request. Hester Prim acquiesced. "Thank You, Ms. Prim," Little Tina replied, curtseying again to Her Governess. "I don't know if I want a grubby little boy...touching MY dainty lace. After all, this IS My frilliest Party Dress and...my daintiest, fullest, and laciest bouffant Party Slip. Ms. Prim, please make Percy promise not to ruin my petticoats. And besides," the pretty petticoated Tomboy added, "I think Little Percy should ask Me for permission to fix My lace! After all...he IS a Sissy!" There. She had said it. To Her little boy tormentor. Little Percy Pinprick. In front of his own Stepmother...
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Percy was absolutely stunned and caught off guard by Little Tina Gilbert's calling him a sissy. She glared at Percy. She smiled maliciously. And then...She daintily fingered the outer white crinoline and lace tier of Her voluminous multilayered magnificent Party Pettticoat. Tauntingly. menacingly. And Femininely. Percy's beautiful blonde Stepmother quickly reassured all of the women...and Little Tina that "Percy's hands are perfectly clean. I know. I inspected them as soon as he reported to me. After all, he was expected to serve tea this morning. Isn't that right, my dear?" Ms. Anderson quizzed weak little Percy. "Hmmmmmm?....Aren't your dainty little hands squeaky clean for Mummy Dearest?" Percy gulped. And before he could say anything, his beautiful Stepmother spoke to Her recalcitrant little Stepson in Her sternest tone yet. "Percy you WILL take the edges of your lacy apron...daintily...just as you have been taught by Me...and you will curtsey dutifully before Miss Tina. Do it! NOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!" Percy's face was on fire now from the humiliation being heaped upon him by his own beautiful Stepmother. The room was dead silent, save for the slight rustle and swishing of Little Tina's satin party dress. All eyes were on Percy. And so little Percy dropped to his knees, holding the lacy folds of his frilly pinafore at his sides. "You will hold that position, Percy, until I so order you to complete your feminine curtsey." And so little Percy, knees hurting as he held the awkward submissive position, managed...for now...to keeps the tears from running. Finally, Stephanie Anderson spoke to the stepson who had so humiliated Her countless numbers of times over the years that She had been married to Percy's father. "Percy, you will look up respectfully at Little Miss Tina while holding your position of a submissive sissy, complete your best feminine curtsey to Her, and you will repeat after me, 'Miss Tina, I would be honored if You would allow me the honor and the privilege of..."
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Little Miss Tina's crinoline petticoats rustled enchantingly as Percy's beautiful blonde Stepmother continued, "Complete your curtsey and ask Little Miss Tina to allow you to touch Her lace petticoats. each and every rustling layer, until you have cafefully corrected any wrinkled lace in Her adorable sweet pettis. Pettis, I might add, my dear boy, that Miss Tina wore especially for YOU!" Percy knew his Stepmother was serious by the tone in Her beautiful voice. And so, shamefully, little Percy completed the feminine curtsey he had been taught by Her, returned to a position of attention, and with his embarrassed red face, whispered, barely audibly, "Miss Tina, ... er...er...may I please have...er...er...permission to...er...er...touch...Your...er...er...Pet...ti...coats...?" Nancy Gilbert, Miss Prim and Percy's beautiful Stepmother all smiled triumphantly. Little Tina Gilbert sensed Her control over the snivelling sissy. "I suppose so, Percy. But ONLY to fix My lace. Miss Prim will NOT tolerate wrinkled petticoats under frilly party dresses. You better fix EVERY wrinkle on My Petticoats, Percy!" And with that statement, Pretty Little Tina Gilbert slowly raised the shiny, rustling satin skirts of Her frilly satin party dress to allow even more ~lacy~ petticoat tiers to expose themselves to the now clearly weak-kneed sissy. Dainty pink satin ribbon bows also adorned this most Feminine and pretty stiffly starched lacy outer layer of rustling white net...
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Poor...poor...poor little Percy Pinprick! Shamed. Embarrassed. Humiliated. His face flaming with shame. And yet...when it came right down to this moment...in front of the gathering of exquisitely beautiful, feminine, and domineering young women...and the pretty Little Petticoated Tomboy...Tina Gilbert...who has just embarrassed him in front of these beautiful ladies, including Percy's own strikingly feminine Stepmother, the simpering milktoast acquiesced to the Women in the room. Now facing little Percy, just inches away from his trembling fingers, were more lacy layers of stiff crinoline and net, each tier lacier than the next, teasing the little sissy-in-denial, daring Percy to reach out and as his greedy little sissy eyes feasted on this ultra ultra ultra ultrafemininity now confronting him. And as Miss Prim stood menacingly next to Her hapless little sissy victim, waiting to pounce on even his slightest little error, little percy gave in to all of his temptations. He had to!!! He just had to!!! He had to touch the beautiful little Tomboy's rustling clouds of net and lace...
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Percy's nervous little fingers now reached into the crackling and hissing layers of stiff white crinoline net and lavish white scalloped and ruffled lace. He plucked at wrinkled lacy hems, meticulously...n-e-r-v-o-u-s-l-y...managing to rearrange lacy layers which seemed even slightly out of place. His head sweating small beads of sweat around his forehead. His obedient reverence and submissiveness to this overwhelmingly feminine act on display for the beautiful Women - and Petticoated Tomboy Tina Gilbert - to enjoy. Stephanie Anderson studied closely the complete docility of the Stepson who had on so many occasions humiliated and embarrassed Her in numerous social situations in front of Ladyfriends. He had mocked Her for thinking that his father would ever favor Her over Percy. Openly defied Her on so many occasions. And now...ohhhhhhh yes...now...look at him. Poor Little Percy Pinprick. "Forced" to submit. Shamed into humiliation. Miss Prim decided to increase the humiliation. Glancing at Percy's beautiful blonde Stepmother, Little Tina's Governess stated, "Ms. Anderson, an experienced Governess could do much for your naughty Stepson. It is obvious he needs the cultural refinement normally reserved for ultrafeminine Little Girls. After all, if I can petticoat a strong-willed Tomboy, like Miss Tina here, just imagine what could be done for Percy by the appropriate Governess skilled in the refinement and disciplining of recalcitrant young lads just like dear sweet little Percy ...
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Upon hearing Miss Prim's statement, poor little Percy's fingers froze...amidst the delicate crisply starched folds of white crinoline and ruffled white lace petticoat layers. Miss Prim, an amused smile on Her face, reprimanded Percy, "Percy!!! Why have you stopped? Perhaps you have a fascination with Little Miss Tina's petticoats that you would like to share with the Ladies? Hmmmm...?" Tina Gilbert's Stunning Governess pressed harder. Looking at Stephanie Anderson, Percy's beautiful Stepmother, Miss Prim stated, enthusiastically, "My dear Ms. Anderson, I know of a Woman, particularly skilled in the taming of young lads, who is currently available for employment as a Governess. A bit younger than I, but nonetheless, quite adept at breaking the rambunctious spirits of disrespectful youngsters...like your Stepson Percy." Percy quickly removed his hands from the rustling folds of Miss Tina's multitiered rustling lace petticoats. He looked desperate to his beautiful blonde Stepmother...a pleading look in his eyes. "My dear Miss Prim!" Percy's Stepmother exclaimed. "I would just love to speak with you about your dear friend. "Oh no!!!!!!! Nooooooooooo...! Please...Stepmother........please........nooooooo....noooooooo!" "How dare you interrupt me, Percy!" Percy's beautiful Stepmother reprimanded him. And the petticoated Tomboy, Tina Gilbert, giggled at Percy's outburst. Because Little Tina knew exactly who Miss Prim had in mind for Percy. "Miss Prim, may I please release my skirts?" Little Tina requested, careful to curtsey obediently before asking Her Governess. "Of course, my dear," Miss Prim allowed. "However," the Governess added, glaring at Percy, "It is clear that your dear little friend Percy neglected to fix all of the wrinkles in your petticoats, Miss Tina. And for that, my dear, you will be disciplined accordingly when we return home today." "Yes, Miss Prim," Little Tina responded, curtseying respectfully, but glaring at little percy, as if to say, "I'll get you for this, Percy!" But Percy was too worried about his own plight. Meanwhile, the proceedings were suddenly interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Percy, standing in the ultrafeminine and lacy pinafore, desperately wanted to hide from anyone else who might be coming to visit. A fear gripped him that it might be one of his chums from school. He would die if any of them saw him dressed like this. But before Percy could say anything, his beautiful Stepmother left to answer the door. "Well, isn't this a nice surprise!!! Please come in, Ms. Johnson! We're just getting ready for tea." "Johnson," Percy thought to himself. Johnson? He didn't know any Johnsons, did he? None of his chums were named Johnson. But before little Percy could think to himself for another second, in walked a stunningly beautiful woman, perhaps in Her early 30's. Long jet black hair. Dressed in a pale pink shirtwaist dress. But what really stunned Percy was who accompanied Mrs. Johnson. NO!!!! NO!!! OH NO!!! It couldn't be!!! NO, it couldn't be! But it was. Ohhhhh yes. There he was...with his beautiful Mother. Little Timmy Johnson. The "sissy," as Percy and his chums had referred to little Timmy. The same little Timmy Johnson that Percy and his chums had made cry on the playground at school so many times with their relentless teasing about his feminine mannerisms. The same little Timmy Johnson who always got picked last...even after the Girls...for whatever sport they might be playing at recess. Percy had teased Timmy Johnson a hundred times worse than he had teased Tina Gilbert. And he had teased Timmy a hundred times more than the Tomboy. And now...standing before Percy...while Percy himself was attired in the frilliest and laciest of pinafores...was Timmy. "And YOU must be little Timmy!" Percy's Stepmother exclaimed with delight as She reached out to shake Timmy's little hand. But instead of returning the handshake to Percy's beautiful blonde Stepmother, little Timmy enthusiastically gave Her a polite kiss on Her cheek. "What a simply adorable little boy!" Percy's Stepmother gushed. "Thank you, Ms. Anderson," little Timmy replied, dropping to his knees in an act of submissiveness. Timmy was impeccably dressed........in the most adorable Little Lord Fauntleroy suit. Short, tight black velvet shorts, a crisp heavily lace-embellished, sheer white blouse, and a matching black velvet bolero jacket. His long blonde hair had been curled. A lavish white lace jabot completed the outerwear, along with Mary Jane style black patent leather strap shoes...with 2-inch heels. But what Percy focused on was...yes, it was clear to Percy...adorning little Timmy's legs were sheer white tights and (OMG) a 3-inch wide expanse of ruffled white lace peeking out from underneath the abbreviated tight black velvet short pants. Percy couldn't take his eyes off of the lace frillies. And Miss Prim knew it. Ohhhhh yes....Hester Prim knew exactly what to look for when one unsuspecting sissy was surveying another. And a satisfied grin crossed Miss Prim's pert lips...
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Stephanie Anderson addressed her Stepson, "Percy, my dear, I believe you know little Timmy...from school, do you not?" The room was electric as the Ladies...all of them...scrutinized little (petrified!) Percy. Percy gulped. And, nervously, (instinctively, perhaps?), little Percy's fingers nervously plucked the lacy expanse of the ultragirly pinafore he was wearing before...OMG!...he caught himself. Ohhhhhh...what had HE done! Little Timmy and, more importantly, the pretty little Petticoated Tomboy, Tina Gilbert, caught him in the act, too! He stopped immediately! Meanwhile, Litte Tina was making delightful froufrou with Her rustling lace petticoats, exposing tantalizing glimpses of frilly petticoat lace to little Timmy. Teasing him. "Ooooooooo, Timmy! I do love your precious outfit! It is simply adorable!" Little Tina exclaimed. Her petticoats rustled and swished excitedly. Percy was still too stunned to say anything until..."PERCY!!!" Exclaimed his beautiful blonde Stepmother. How rude of you! You haven't even welcomed your dear little friend Timmy into our home. Aren't you even going to thank him from coming to your little tea party? Now you go over to Little Timmy and extend a personal greeting to him this instant!!!" Percy said nothing to acknowledge his beautiful Stepmother. Nor did he curtsey in acknowledgment of Her orders to him. Instead he reluctantly, and quite hesitatingly, sulked over to where the little boy was standing, now holding his beautiful young Mother's hand. As Percy grew closer, he feasted his greedy (sissy) eyes on little Timmy's exaggerated frilly (sissy) outfit. And when he got close enough to face little Timmy, just a few feet away, Percy could swear little Timmy was wearing...OMG!...yes...it had to be...faint traces of...yes...ohhhhhhh yes.......makeup. A pale frosty blue eyeshadow, just the slightest touch of pale pink powder blush on his cheeks and...yes...it had to be...pale pink lip gloss. "Hi Percy!" Little Timmy said, his voice characteristically high-pitched, as that of a Little Girl. And then the little sissy daintily took his delicate fingers, daintily caressed the wide lace expanse of his frilly pantaloons, and dropped an obedient curtsey. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh...how perfectly sweet!!!!" Percy's beautiful Stepmother gushed. Little Timmy returned to an attentive position, directly in front of Percy. He held out his hand for Percy to take. Percy did. Little Timmy's hand was weak, effeminate. And...Percy noticed, the sissy's fingernails had been perfectly manicured and polished with a pale pink fingernail polish. "My, Percy," Little Timmy commented, "That's such a pretty pinny you are wearing!" Percy gulped. His face burned with rage...and with humiliation. "It's soooooooo lacy!!!!" Percy froze. How debasing! But it was about to get even worse for Percy. "Percy!!!"Miss Prim's voice thundered. "You insolent and ungrateful little boy! Did you not hear Little 'Miss' Timmy's compliment?" Percy just froze with fear. Hester Prim continued. "You will curtsey to 'Miss' Timmy immediately and thank him for his kind words. If not, I shall ask your (Step) Mummy's permission to remove you from the festivities and allow Me to correct your behavior...in private!" Percy looked pleadingly at his beautiful blonde Stepmother. "Do it, Percy...this instant. Or I shall have Miss Prim remove you from this room and correct this most embarrassing behavior..."
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Little Percy frantically glanced around the room. The beautiful Women all were staring directly at him now. Little Tina Gilbert had a smirk on Her beautiful face. Her little hands were now girlishly placed on Her hips. Her masses of stiff petticoats rustled enchantingly. Percy looked desperately at his beautiful, tall, blonde Stepmother. She laughed at Her recalcitrant little stepson's desperate predicament. Percy's face was red with anger and shame. And then the beautiful Miss Prim spoke, softly, but firmly, ""Percy, dear, I shall remove you from the room this instant and correct your behavior personally if you do not follow your Dear Stepmother's simple request. Now, you will curtsey femininely to Little Miss Timmy and compliment him on his sweet sissy outfit." Miss Prim never had to raise Her voice. And in a few seconds, poor little Percy minced over to stand directly in front of Little Timmy, dropped a deep curtsey, and whispered, "Timmy, you have a very pretty outfit." He almost gagged. "Oooooooohhhhhh.....thank YOU, Percy!" Little Timmy squealed. Would you like to come to my birthday party next month. Puhleeeeeeeze?!!!" Little Timmy begged Percy. "It is going to be a very ~special~ party." Percy froze, a quizzical look on his face. Before Percy could utter a word, his beautiful Stepmother said, "Special, Timmy? Oh please, do tell us!" "Allright!!!" Little Timmy squealed enthusiastically. "My best girlfriends are all coming to Mummy's boutique for a private tea party. And EVERY guest will be allowed to pick out brand new frilly party dresses...for FREE!!! It's going to be sooooooooo much fun!!!"...
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Percy remained standing in front of the sissy Timmy while Little Tina Gilbert girlishly exclaimed, "Ooooooooo, Timmy! That sounds like sooooooo much fun!" She clapped Her little hands in delight! And then the beautiful Petticoated Tomboy minced over ever so close to a frightened Percy. She made delightful frou frou with Her stiff lacy net and taffeta pettilayers. She fingered their lacy hems. She glared at Percy. Placing Her hands on Her hips, Her petticoats rustling enchantingly, She taunted little percy. "YOU can be MY special little date to sissy timmy's birthday party, Percy. I may even let you help me pick out some frilly party dresses to try on!" The double entendre meaning from Little Miss Tina's comment escaped nobody in the room...especially Percy. And then the beautiful petticoated Tomboy looked at the beautiful blonde Woman, Stephanie Anderson, little percy's Stepmother, the same Woman percy had humiliated and embarrassed the entire time She had been married to percy's father. But now, with little percy's father out of the picture, Stephanie Anderson had a score to settle...with Her recalcitrant...and sissy...little stepson. Curtseying deeply and obediently, Little Tina Gilbert, in Her sugary sweet, girliest voice, asked for permission to speak to percy's beautiful Stepmother. "Ms. Anderson, may your sweet little stepson percy be MY special date to little sissy timmy's very special birthday party?" Percy was desperate. His eyes looked pleadingly at his Stepmother. She never hesitated, instead glaring icily at percy first before excitedly approving the Petticoated Tomboy's request. "Why of course!!!!!!! Little percy will be delighted to accompany you, Miss Tina!" Stephanie Anderson gushed.
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And with that, Stephanie Anderson proclaimed that tea was ready to be served. She directed Percy to serve the tea. Percy froze. He was acutely aware that he had been warned by his beautiful blonde Stepmother that any embarrassment he might cause Her would be met with quick corrective measures on Her part. Stephanie Anderson, Nancy Gilbert, and Timmy's Mother, all three strikingly beautiful and exquisitely Feminine Women, also exuded power and confidence as they took their seats in the parlor. Little Miss Tina was ordered by Ms ~P~rim to sit in a narrow straight-backed chair between the two brown leather sofas on which the beautiful women were seated. Little Timmy took his place on the sofa next to his Mother, right beside the Petticoated Tomboy Tina Gilbert. Hester ~P~rim stood ominously close to Little Tina Gilbert. As Tina slowly lowered herself into the narrow chair, the Petticoated Tomboy's mass of stiff, lacy, white billowing petticoats exploded on each side if Her. Lace and net was everywhere!!!!! It was unavoidable. Her frilly Petticoats immediately caught little sissy timmy's and percy's attention. Percy greedily feasted his eyes on the froth of the Tomboy's net and lace. So did sissy timmy. And while little percy pinprick stared unashamedly at the Petticoated Tomboy's predicament, he suddenly realized...oh no(!)....the beautiful and domineering Hester ~P~rim was watching HIM! A satisfied smirk of triumph pursed Miss ~P~rim's painted lips as the little sissy percy was mesmerized at the sight of Miss ~P~rim's own personal Peticoated Tomboy struggling to manage Her voluminous skirts. Ohhhhh yesssss, Ms. ~P~rim thought to Herself, imagining for a second the delight She would have humiliating little percy pinprick when the (soon to be) Petticoated sissy would experience firsthand his own feeble attempts to suppress the bouffant frilliness of his own lacy pettis. A stunned percy caught Miss ~P~rim studying him...and his own captivation with this very special moment. Then Hester ~P~rim turned all of Her attention to Tina Gilbert. "LITTLE MISS TINA!!! HOW You are making a most immodest display of your petticoats!" And then Hester ~P~rim smiled triumphantly at little percy, as if to say, "Yes, my dear little sweet sissyboi, if I had charge of YOU, I would keep you in frilly party dresses and lace petticoats!" Percy cowered as the beautiful Miss ~P~rim glared at him. and then, turning Her attention back to Little Tina, Miss ~P~rim ordered the Petticoated Tomboy to stand up out of the chair, " and smoothe out Your skirts, and remember to slowly lower yourself into the chair...like the sweet feminine little Girl who has worn Petticoats before...like you have been trained." And then Miss ~P~rim smiled triumphantly again at percy...
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Perce...poor little percy...so completely mesmerized at the pretty Petticoated Tomboy slowly lowering Herself into the narrow straight-backed chair...Her petticoats and pettilace captivating the hapless sissy-in-waiting. And meanwhile little timmy, the self-professed sissy boy, watching the ultrafeminine...yet domineering Tomboy glaring at poor percy, as if to dare him to say anything to Her. Miss Prim studied the scene as it played out, finally taunting little percy, "My dear little percy, Miss Tina is making quite an immodest display of Her Petticoats, is she not? And yet I see where you simply are unable to take your eyes off of Her frilly lace. Perhaps... you, percy...are wondering what it might be like if it were YOU...my little one...struggling to control your pettis while being admonished by me? Hmmmm…? Rest assured, young 'man,'" Her voice dripping with sarcasm, "You would learn quite forcefully how to comport yourself in a frilly party dress and petticoats...of that...my dear sissy...you can be certain..." And then, directing Her attention to little timmy, Miss Prim addressed the hapless sissy, "My dear timmy, you do sooooo envy Miss Tina, do you not? Hmmmm…? Would you like to have a closer look at Little Miss Tina's exposed petticoat lace since it is impossible for Her to conceal Her lacy layers of net and taffeta? You are such a pretty and compliant little sissy...unlike percy. My little sissy, you may go over to where Little Miss Tina is sitting and have a closer look at Her pretty party dress and petticoats. You're a sissy...a pathetic excuse for a boy...yet you are obedient and respectful of Women and Girls. You acknowledge our Superiority. You envy Miss Tina, don't you, sissy? You wish YOU were wearing a frilly party dress...and oodles of petticoats...all lacy and swishy...hmmmm….? Go ahead, Miss Timmy, and if you are a polite and respectful sissy, Miss Tina may allow you to play with Her Lace...while little Miss Percy watches...envious of you...and even more envious of Little Miss Tina," Miss Prim laughed tauntingly...at both sissies.
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An excited little Timmy Johnson dutifully curtsied, obediently thanking the beautiful and dominantly Feminine Hester Prim, "Ooooo! Thank you, Ms.Prim! May I...May I really...please touch Miss Tina's petticoats! They are ever so lacy...and so Girly! Oooooo...please, Ms. Prim, are you sure?" "Of course, my dear little weak sissy boy. So compliant. So dainty. Of course you may, my dear pantywaist. But first, sissy, I wish to see your Feminine curtsey again." "Yes, Ms. Prim," timmy eagerly replied, hoping to please this stunningly beautiful Woman. And so again, in his adorable sissy Lord Fauntleroy suit, sissy timmy Johnson delicately fingered the three-inch exposed ruffled Lace trim of his pantaloons, and dropped another exquisitely feminine curtsey, holding his position for Ms. Prim. "Such a marvelous sissy boy," Ms. Prim complimented. "Now my dear sissy, mince over to Miss Tina and ask Her if you may have a closer look at Her exquisite Pettis." Sissy Timmy took dainty mincing steps, somewhat hurriedly, until he had arrived directly in front of the pretty Petticoated Tomboy. Curtseying dutifully, little timmy, in his highest, Girliest voice yet, deferentially asked Little Miss Tina Gilbert, "Please, Miss Tina, may I touch your Lace Petticoats? Please?" He curtsied again. Before little Tina could answer, Hester Prim asked Timmy's mother, "My dear Ms. Johnson, little sissy timmy has such a Feminine curtsey." "Thank you, Ms. Prim!" timmy's beautiful mother responded. "he is such a sissy and he wants to show his utmost respect for Women and Little Girls. timmy tries so hard." "How frequently does he practice his curtseying" " asked Ms. Prim. "At least two hours every day," replied Ms. Johnson. "My personal Maid, Antoinette, is in charge of little miss timmy's feminization." "Ohhhhh," Miss Prim asked, "So is he being feminized?" "Oh...yes, indeed! After all, he IS a hapless little sissy. He is a poor excuse for a male, you must admit, but a wonderful and...most of the time...quite willing candidate for sissification. Isn't he adorable?" Oh, dear Ms. Johnson, he has all of the characteristics to be a totally obedient and docile sissified male. By the way, how is he dressed during his feminine deportment training," asked Ms. Prim. Little sissy timmy's mother quickly replied, enthusiastically, "Antoinette Petticoats him, of course..."
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Thank you for the most recent update. I just took the time to re read the whole story up to now.
You have this sissy on the edge of it's seat wondering when Ms Prim is going to discipline and petticoat little sissy Percy...
Your writing is soo good.
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"How utterly delightful!" Exclaimed Miss Prim. Miss Prim then asked little sissy Timmy's Mother to "please elaborate. Ms. Johnson, if you please." And the beautiful Stephanie Anderson, little Percy's domineering Stepmother excitedly joined in, asking, "Oh YES, Ms. Johnson please tell Me how you have done such a wonderful job of sissifying little timmy. He is simply adorable!!!" "Why thank you!" little sissy timmy's mother replied.
Actually, my little sissy boy did put up some resistance...albeit limited...initially to being frocked and petticoated. But it did not last very long. Most sissy boys are reluctant at first to accept their emasculation and forced feminization. But my little pantywaist realized...deep down...that he was never going to be a real boy. My sweet little timmy is on the smallish side...very timid and weak...and, of course, extremely effeminate. He is always chosen last when the boys choose baseball teams...and frequently he is left to play with the Girls.
Of course, he has told me that little percy also is usually left to play with the Girls, too, because he isn't any good at sports, either. And my little timmy was quite naughty a few years ago when Mommy caught him trying on one of Mommy's silky lace slips. When Mommy caught him, he was fingering the delicate lace hem of one of Mommy's laciest half slips. Why...he cried just like a Little Girl when Mommy caught him. He was so adorable, sitting in front of my makeup mirror, fumbling with Mommy's lipstick, his little fingers trembling. Of course, he denied that he was a sissy...as most sissies do at first...but I knew better.
It was obvious to me that my little sissy boy was destined to wear dresses. Frilly dresses, of course. Dainty party dresses...with oodles of rustling lace pettis. He had taken a fondness to Miss Tina when both of them were younger and that is how I became acquainted with Tina's mother (Nancy Gilbert). Nancy toldme all about sissy boys...like my little timmy...and how their remaining masculinity could be eliminated by Petticoating them." Percy's mother asked little sissy timmy's mother to "Please tell me what you mean by 'Petticoating.'" Percy was now nervously squirming at his beautiful Stepmother's enthusiastic desire to learn more about Petticoating. Ms. Johnson continued, "I would be delighted!" She enthusiastically responded, smiling and glaring at percy. "The sissy is forced to give up his male clothes...all of them.
Trousers are forbidden and the sissy is fitted and measured for ultrafrilly, ultrafeminine party frocks and the Laciest Panties and Petticoats imaginable. You see, deep down, sissy boys know they MUST experienced extreme Feminization by wearing the most emasculating clothing possible. Hence...frilly dresses. Similar th the darling frilly party frock Miss Tina is wearing for us." Stephanie Anderson was laughing, looking at little timmy, then at Miss Tina, "You mean your sissy son wears DRESSES???" "Absolutley," Ms. Johnson responded matter-of-factly. timmy is a sissy. A weak effeminate, panty waist who MUST exhibit ultrafeminine mannerisms at all times in order to permanently eradicate any boy tendencies at all.
This also reinforced his subservience to Women and Little Girls. He is one hundred percent obedient and compliant and wearing the frilliest dresses imaginable keeps the sissy cutely aware of 'her' feminized status. Intense sissification is best achieved by stripping the sissy of ALL things masculine and immersing her in total femininity. This keeps the sissy weak, docile, and easy to control. Miss Tina has been most helpful in my sissy son's transformation." Stephanie Anderson asked for clarification. "You see, Ms. Anderson," timmy's Mother continued, "Little Miss Tina constantly teases and taunts my sissy son, calling him a 'pantywaist, and teasing him mercilessly when She wears frilly party dresses.
She knows quite well that sissies love to feast their greedy eyes on lacy Pettis and listen to their swishing and rustling. She also knows that sissies, especially latent sissies," She paused, looking at a mesmerized percy, " envy Little Miss Tina because She is a Real Girl who can wear Her frilly dresses and lacy pettis without being teased and taunted...at least most of the time.
Occasionally boys are mean and tease Her, some even call Her a sissy! Imagine that! Of course, we know that some of those so-called boys who tease Her actually are sissies themselves." She looked at percy again and stared at him. As a matter of fact, Little Miss Tina had a simply delightful idea for a charming little sissy game before we finish our tea, Ladies. Isn't that right, Tina dear?" Little Tina Gilber smiled, slowly arose from the straight-backedin which She was sitting, fluffed out Her skirts and petticoats, dropped a deep curtsey, and femininely requested permission from Ms. Prim to speak. "Of course, Little Miss Tina, you may speak," Ms. Prim acknowledged. "Thank you, Miss Prim," Miss Tina curtseyed gain. "Mommy Dearest brought an extra frilly party dress, pink cherise satin, to die for, and three five-tiered white lace crinoline petticoats, frilly pink satin rhumba panties with rows of ruffled white lace, and...ooooooooo...even a lacy white trainig bra. It's so adorable! WHite Mary Janes with three-inch heels...SOOOOOO girly! Little timmy and little percy can arm wrestle right here...right now...and the loser will be Petticoated...right here...right now...…...
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Oh thank you for continuing the story. I so been looking forward to how they would get Percy into petticoats. I hope he looses the arm wrestling.
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This author never gets to the actual deed :(
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And now the pleasant chatfest suddenly grew conspicuously silent. The beautiful Women, all of them, smiled and exchanged knowing glances among each other. Their eyes were focused on the two sissy boys. And then Little Miss Tina Gilbert made deliciously feminine frou-frou with Her Petticoat layers, the swishing and rustling creating a musical tension in the room. She approached percy first, standing directly in front of the stunned little boy, fingering Her lace-trimmed white Crinoline and net Pettis. She played with Her rustling Lace, glaring at a red-faced little percy, and finally saying in Her Girliest voice possible, "You're not afraid of a sissy boy like little timmy, are you, percy? After all, you have teased and taunted little percy every chance you have gotten, calling him a 'sissy' in front of the boys, and even in front of us Girls. You've made sissy timmy cry just like a Little Girl many times out on the playground. Yo haven't any right at all to call little Miss Timmy a sissy...but I have. Because I am a Girl, percy. And Girls have every right to tease weak sissies...and secretly, percy, I think YOU are a sissy...perhaps an even weaker sissy than sissy timmy. And I know sissy timmy is a girly boy. I have seen him in a frilly dress with my own eyes. And he just adores wearing his Petticoats. He cries sometimes when I make fun of him, but that's okay, I think it's funny. A weak sissy forced to wear frilly dresses. Oodles of lacy Pettis. I love it when timmy is Petticoated." And then the Girlishly dressed dominant Tomboy took Percy's trembling right hand and forced it to play with Her lacy Petticoats while She dared him to arm wrestle "the weak Sissy Percy." You're not afraid of losing to a Sissy, are you, Percy...and ending up in your very first Frilly Party Dress and stiff rustling Petticoats...just like the lacy Pettis I am wearing...hmmmm?"
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oh a nice tease love to see where this goes
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Beads of sweat formed on percy's eyebrows. Tina Gilbert continued to tease and taunt Her hapless sissy victim. She encouraged percy to explore Her lacy Petticoat layers while She ordered sissy timmy over to where percy already was standing in front of Her. "Come here, sissy timmy, and join percy and me." "Please, Miss Tina...oh puhleeeeze...don't do this to me. Not here...not now...not in front of Percy. He will make fun of me. He will call me a weak sissy...like he always does. Please don't do this to me." Timmy's stunningly beautiful Mother, however, spoke sternly to her weak, limp-wristed sissy son, "Miss Timmy, how dare you question a Girl. You know very well a sissy always obeys Llittle Girls and is required to respond immediately to their requests, You heard Little Miss Tina...I shall not ask you again. Do as she says...now!" "Yes, Mummy," the weak-willed sissy meekly responded. "It must give you much pleasure to see that your little sissy girl is so obedient, Ms. Johnson," a clearly impressed Ms. Prim commented." "Thank you, Ms. Prim," Ms. Johnson kindly replied. He knows better than to question Miss Tina. Perhaps a stronger dose of Petticoating is necessary to reinforce his Feminization." "I see, my dear Ms. Johnson," Ms. Prim answered. "Are you planning to Petticoat him permanently?" Ms. Prim glared menacingly at little timmy. When recalcitrant sissies are put in Frilly Dresses and Petticoats permanently, it reinforces their obedience to all Women and Girls." Little timmy stopped in his tracks and looked at his beautiful Mother, imploring Her to "Please don't Petticoat me permanently, Mummy. Oh please. I promise to obey you..." "Shush!" Ms. Johnson harshly responded." Little timmy minced over to Tina Gilbert and was now standing directly next to percy, whose right hand still was held tightly by Tina. She squeezed percy's weak effeminate hand until he squeeled, "Ouch! You're hurting me!" She laughed at the weak sissy, "Take little timmy's hand, Percy. I want to see the two of you holding hands while I play with my Petticoats. And then the two of you are going to arm wrestle...and the loser will be Petticoated. Isn't this just going to be so much fun! Now...do I need to squeeze your hand even harder, sissy percy, or are you going to take miss timmy's hand hand and hold it...just like two sissies should do. Hmmmmm….? And then She squeezed it even harder. "Ohhhh...please....it hurts..." Percy was begging. "Percy, look at sissy timmy and ask his permission to hold his hand...go on now...do it!"
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Yess nice chapter. I hope the next has the arm wrestling and beginning at least of percy's petticoating please
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The room was electric! Percy's face grew red with fear. Little Miss Tina looked deep into percy's trembling eyes. "If you think my Party Dress is frilly, little MISS percy," the domineering Tomboy taunted, "You should just see what the losing sissy will wear! Three Pettis, percy! Yes! THREE Petticoats! All Lacy, Rustling taffeta and net! Made especially for Petticoated Tomboys...like myself...or for Sissies, Percy...like YOU, and little miss timmy! Doesn't this sound like fun?!" And then Little Miss Tina slowly raised the hem of Her childishly short frilly Party Dress, exposing Her own frilly, poufy net and Lace Pettilayers. Ooooooooo...sissy percy……..," the beautiful Petticoated Tomboy teased, "Touch My Petticoats, sissy...you know you want to! You're just going to LOVE wearing Petticoats...especially the stiff, swishing and rustling Pettis...like the ones I am wearing. Girls are sooooo lucky, percy! We can wear Frilly Dresses, rustling Pettis...whenever we want! Without being teased...except when bad little sissy boys like YOU tease us." She raised Her skirts just slightly higher. More Petticoat Lace was exposed. And a pink satin bow. She rustled Her skirts and made Feminine frou frou with Her pettis...expertly...Girlishly. "How would you like to wear THREE Petticoats, sissy? Hmmmmm…?" Percy froze, stammering, "I...I...I...am...not...a....sis...siss...sissy..." "Tina laughed. "Oh really?" She took his trembling right hand and placed it squarely on the mass of Crinoline and Lace exposed from under Her Frilly Party Dress. "Yes you are, Percy. Now...beg Me to play with My Petticoats. Go ahead, you weak little sissy...beg Me. You know you can't resist. You have been feasting your little eyes on my frillies since you saw me in my Petticoats. Because you are a sissy boy...just like little miss timmy. Will you be my date for sissy timmy's birthday party, percy? Hmmmmm….? Just think of all those Dresses we are going to get to try on. It's going to be so yummy! And the Petticoats! Oooooo the Petticoats!" Little Miss Tina directed percy's quivering smallish hand over the multilayered Lace Pettis She was wearing. She was making feminine frou frou with Percy's hand as an unwilling (?) accomplice. "Are you going to cry , percy, when you finally are sissified in front of my Girlfriends at timmy's party. You know we are going to tease you and make fun of you and call you a sissy...just like you have done to me and miss timmy. I am going to choose short Party Dresses for you, percy. Shorter than mine. And I will make sure that all of them are very full-skirted. And YOUR Petticoats are going to be more for Little Girls, much lacier than the Pettis I am wearing. Of course, we need to make sure that your Petticoat Lace comes just a teensy bit lower than the hem of your Party Frock so allllll the Girls can see YOUR Lace! Of course, your trip to the Dress Shop for little miss timmy's Birthday Party may not be the first time I seee you in a Frilly Party Dress and Petticoats...hmmmmm?" "I won't do it! I am not a sissy...like Sissy Timmy. I am not!" There was a discernible lack of conviction in percy's voice. Tina just giggle and ignored percy. "So...shall we have the two of you sissy boys hold hands for me...before you arm wrestle?"
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Little timmy immediately grabbed percy's hand. "But wait," percy thought to himself, "timmy's hand is actually...kind of...strong.....oh no, how could this be?" Timmy's hand squeezed percy's with even more force...percy desperately wanted to scream out for the sissy to stop...but percy knew better. He would never be able to face the beautiful Tina Gilbert again if he said anything. It would be an admission that he was weak...just like a...a...a...a sissy. How could this be? And then in timmy's Girliest sissiest voice yet, little timmy squealed, "Ohhhhh goooody! Yesssss! Oh yes, Miss Tina...pretty please, let's play!" Little timmy jumped girlishly in delight! Meanwhile, Little Miss Tina Gilbert inched closer to Her hapless victim, little percy. The boy who had taken every opportunity possible to tease, taunt, and humiliate the pretty Tomboy whenever She wore one of Her Frilly Dresses to school. That mean little percy always pulled Her dress up when he could, exposing Her voluminous Petticoats. And whenever She sat down in the classroom, Her Petticoats exposed, percy would remind Her in front of everybody. He was soooo mean! But now the only sound in the room now was the sibilant rustling of a Petticoated Tomboy's Lacy Pettilayers suggesting Little Tina's dominance over Her former adversary. Oh yes, She had spent months waiting for just this moment. Nurturing and coaching the Petticoated timmy Johnson on the fine nuances of arm wrestling. Teaching timmy to intimidate percy with his surprisingly tight hand squeezes to create doubt in percy's feeble mind. Yes, Little Tina Gilbert had assured little miss timmy that their day would come. "So, Percy," giggled Tina, Her dainty hands fingering the exquisite white Lace of Her Petticoat layers, "You're not afraid to hand wrestle a little sissy...are you?" Hmmmm….?
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oh what a naughty place to leave it. Can't wait for percy to loose the arm westling. want to see him petticoated
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Now sissy timmy squeezed percy's hand even harder. It was starting to hurt percy. Little Tina Gilbert saw the hint of tears in percy's eyes. He was grimacing. sissy timmy squeezed harder. "What's wrong, sissy percy? Hmmmm…? Afraid to lose to a sissy? And timmy really IS a sissy, the Petticoated Tomboy laughed, taunting timmy. He is sooooooooo Feminine...…...sooooooo Girly." Tina Gilbert stared at little timmy, swishing Her layers of Crinoline and Lace, "Oooooooo, sissy timmy, maybe I should promise you that I will let you wear MY Frilly Party Dress...this one...the one I am wearing right now...if you beat sissy percy. Would you like that, Sissy? Hmmmmmm?" Little timmy excitedly squealed, begging Miss Tina, "May I wear Your Petticoats, too, Miss Tina? Please...pretty please? I would LOVE to wear Your Petticoats, Miss Tina! And your Dress...it's sooooooooooo frilly!!!! And short! And lacy!" Little sissy timmy was ecstatic at the possibility that he could be Petticoated in the very Frilly Party Frock worn by this dominant Little Tomboy! This would be the act of ultimate servitude to Miss Tina Gilbert! PLEASE! Oh...pretty please, Miss Tina. I know I can beat percy! I just know it!" "GOOD, then it's settled," percy's dominant Stepmother proclaimed. "Yippee!" Exclaimed Tina Gilbert. Percy was sweating beads. He was carelessly...albeit nervously, fingering his own Lace from the frilly pantaloons he was wearing. Miss Prim took notice, taunting percy, "Look at little percy! Fingering his own Lace. How sweet. Sissies have a habit of playing with their Lace frequently when they get nervous. It's okay, sissy percy, you will be doing a lot more of that once you have been frocked and petticoated. Of course, Petticoat Lace is far more exciting to play with for a Sissy. so...shall we proceed?" Percy wanted none of this. He looked desperately at Stephanie Anderson, begging his beautiful Stepmother to rescue him from what was about to happen. Percy knew he would lose. He just knew it. "My dear little percy, why are you looking at ME? Certainly, you aren't afraid of losing to a weak little sissy like timmy? After all, you HAVE teased him mercilessly, haven't you...calling him a little sissy on the playground in front of the other children? Enough of your stalling, my dear little step-sissy." And now the beautiful Petticoated Tomboy grabbed both sissies by her strong hands and led them to a small table, directing them to position themselves for the match. The beautiful, Feminine Women, all of them...Stephanie Anderson, Miss Prim, Timmy;s mother, Ms. Johnson, and Little Tina Gilbert's mother, Nancy, surrounded the table as the two sissies laid their elbows on the table, ready to do battle. Little Tina Gilbert reminded both sissies what was at stake, "The sissy who loses gets Petticoated...here and now. If Sissy Timmy wins, he gets to wear this Frilly Party Dress...my favorite...and ALL three of my Lace Petticoats." She proudly pulled the hem of Her ridiculously short Party Frock up to give one more close-up view to sissy timmy of Her lacy white pettis and the small pink satin bows adorning the outer layers." Ooooo, sissy timmy, I may even Petticoat YOU myself!" And then, She proclaimed, "On the count of three, sissies...Ready...Set...Go!
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OMG what a nasty place to leave it. You got this sissy sitting in one of her new dresses on the end of her seat.
Hugs and kisses love the story
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Coming soon...
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"Remember, boys," Little Miss Tina taunted, restating the rules as Her stiffly starched lace petticoats were musically swishing and rustling excitedly. "I am going to count to three slowly...One..." The Pretty Petticoated Tomboy deliberately took Her sweet time. Then, smiling at sissy Timmy, She reminded him, "Yes, Little Miss Timmy, just think how exciting it will be when I have you petticoated in one of my frilliest dresses. A party dress, to be sure. And all of my lace petticoats. Ooooooo," she teased. "Remember, if...or shouldvI say 'when," you defeat percy in less than five seconds, she added, "I will spray just a touch of my girliest perfume on your pettis to give them that little extra girly fragrance. Sweet perfume for my sweet little pantywaist. Perfume and lace await you, little miss timmy, when sissy percy submits." She giggled, "Two." The atmosphere was electric. The only sound in the parlor was the sibilant swishing and rustling of the pretty tomboy's petticoat lace. And the beautiful women now had completely surrounded percy and timmy. They were very interested spectators in this most unusual little contest. The petticoated tomboy glared at Percy. "I can't wait to see you in that pink party dress, percy. And your petticoats are sooooo poufy. And very lacy... Very lacy," She emphasized. "Your pink satin panties are just covered in rows of white ruffled lace. And that adorable traing bra. So lacy. You're going to make a beautiful little sissy boi, percy. As a matter of fact, I think you should wear that dress to sissy timmy's Birthday Party when we go dress shopping. After all, you'll be the only...boy," the petticoated tomboy said sarcastically, "invited to little miss timmy's party. And you certainly can't wear trousers, now can you? Oh no, we'll all be wearing our frilliest party dresses, percy. Won't that be fun? You'll fit right in with all of the little girls at the party as we try on dresses. Very frilly dresses." She paused. "Now, are we ready, sissies? Three..."
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I just re read the story to remind myself of the whole story, and too my surprise you have not finished it! Please do so or have it removed as it is an unfinished story!
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Re: ~Ruffled White Lace & Pink Satin Bows~ (#113)
« Reply #115 on: December 06, 2021, 01:01:22 AM »
While this is not an eternity -
Please don't leave us like grapes hanging on the vine to turn into prunes with less than a fruity taste !
Yes it is now the Holidays - Black Friday and all that stuff -
But please get back to the frilling days of unmentionables on exhibition !
I need a Bah Hum Bug fix - something to add sugar and spice to my winter lingerie wardrobe.
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If you are requesting the removal of this "unfinished story," I suggest you contact the site's Moderator.
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There's lots of unfinished stories here, but some of them are still fun to read. Some of them are continued or finished months or years later too.
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You are so right Betty. Anybody remember City Slickers? I still intend to go back and finish that story! Must be from years ago now!
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It was over in three seconds. Probably less than three seconds. Little Sissy Timmy Johnson slammed Percy's feeble little hand down on the hard wooden table so quickly and so forcefully Percy started crying. Yes. Crying. Sobbing. Meanwhile, timmy was jumping girlishly up and down, celebrating his easy victory over his despised tormentor, who until now, had tried to hide his Feminine Tendencies". His
Percy continued to sob. But Little sissy timmy didn't care. Oh no, timmy had just sealed Percy's fate. And timmy knew it. Suddenly, and quite matter-of-factly, breaking the celebratory mood while a sobbing percy pinprick nervously awaited his fate, beautiful Governess Hester Prim looked down disdainfully at this pathetic pantywaist excuse for a male, and said quite sarcastically, "Fine. Now that we've got that settled," She put her hands on her hips, "Now Percy, My little sissy boy, I have to have you properly 'dress'ed before you can serve tea to the Ladies, the little girls, and sissies." Ms. Prim then directed her attention to Percy's Stepmother, "Ms. Anderson, has our other guest arrived yet?" With a very wide smile, Percy's beautiful Stepmother excitedly replied that the other guest indeed had arrived. Hester Prim asked Stephanie Anderson to "have Her join us, please." A moment later Stephanie returned with the other guest. OMG!!! Oh no! It couldn't be "Her!" It just couldn't be. She was Regal. And Beautiful. Stunningly Beautiful. A leggy 5'10" Beauty. Shiny Jet Black Hair. But cut short. Very short. Boyish cut almost. And Her perfectly painted Red fingernail polish, Red toenail polish, and Red Lipstick. Beautiful. 6'3" in Her 5-inch black stilettos, Her sheer black luxury Stockings, their Lacy tops barely visible beneath Her many many many Snow White Lacy Rustling, Puffy clouds of White ~Lace~ Crinoline Net and Tulle ~P~etticoats. HER Petticoats were ~~~Amazing.~~~ And Percy knew, after studying Her very closely for a few seconds, this was Antoinette. He had seen Her a few rare times when She would bring Tina to school. And now here. Antoinette, the Maid in charge of Dressing and Petticoating . She was sooooooo Feminine and Girly. Tina's private Maid. The One who actually petticoated Tina. Yes, Antoinette petticoated Tina, the Beautiful Tomboy, at the "suggestion" of Tina's mother. And then there was Antoinette's Uniform, of course. ULTRAFeminine and Royally Elegant. Stunning. Rich. ~Feminine.~ ~Lacy.~ Swishing Black Satin and Rustling Black Taffeta. And Five attached Layers of White Crinoline ~Lace~ ~Petticoats~ peeking out from underneath Her midthigh length Rich Black Satin and Taffeta Skirts. And then this tall leggy Androgynous Beauty had added two additional very full, ultra stiff and Ultrafeminine Lace-bedecked Petticoats. The way She proudly displayed and girlishly swished ALL of Her Rustling petticoats...while at the same time sizing this Pretty little sissy boy up and down, before taking a firm hold on his little cheeks, and whispering in his ear, "I hear you've been a naughty boy, Percy. Playing around in your beautiful Stepmother's petticoats in Her Private Boudoir while She has been away? "I am afraid you are going to need to be punished, little pretty boi." Percy tried to object. "I know all about that Pretty Pink ribbon that 'discovered' you while you were playing in Her Petticoats. Such a naughty little boy.
Oh no, percy you were there." percy tried to deny it. And then Percy's beautiful Stepmother dropped a bomb on him. "My dear percy, Miss Antoinette, of course, had been serving several years as Litttle Miss Tina's Personal Maid until Miss Tina was sufficiently tamed of her boyish ways. And it just so happens that Miss Antoinette is, how shall I put this, looking for a new challenge? Up until now, with Little Miss Tina, of course, Antoinette has only Petticoated Girls and Tomboys. Antoinette and I met recently and had a most interesting conversation about behavior modification, especially with Tomboys and sissy boys...or little boys...like you, Percy...and like Miss Tina...difficult, resistant to change and corrective discipline. Of course this all changed with Miss Tina as soon as Antoinette convinced MS. Gilbert that Tina needed to be ~Petticoated~. and you, my dear little stepson, will be delighted to hear that Miss Antoinette, as YOUR new very own Personal Maid, and on my direction, is going to Petticoat, Sissify, and Feminize you. You see, percy, Stepmommy has always wanted Her very own little sissy boi who She can
Humiliate and excite at the same time. She also say She is going to make you pay dearly for your taunting of Miss Tina and calling Her a sissy. You, my dear little stepson, will be Miss Antoinette's next little project..."
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Now the fun is really going to begin, can't wait to see what is instore for the sissy
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"B...b...b...but....." percy stammered. "Stepmother, I thought She was Tina's Personal Maid. And...and...and," percy desperately continued, "And timmy's Mother said that 'Antoinette was Timmy's maid. Besides," percy was pleading his case now to his Stepmother, "We don't need a...a...a...maid. It's just the two of us, Mommy. I won't make a mess around the house. I'll keep my room clean. I promise...Please, Mommy please. Puhleeeeze!" Before Stephanie Anderson could answer Her blossoming sissy-boi-to-be, Hester Prim took control of the room. "Antoinette, take little percy with you to 'her' new bedroom this instant. 'SHE' has been a very naughty and disrespectful little boy, and her Juvenile behavior and disrespect will NOT be tolerated for one more second. Everything you need for his new Pretty Pink Party Dress already has been laid out. PETTICOAT hIM." She looked at Percy's frightened "deer-in-the-headlight" eyes. "All three Petticoats, my Dear," Hester Prim ordered the stunningly Gorgeous Antoinette. Percy looked pleadingly at his smiling Stepmother, drsperately begging for some respite from the Humiliation he just knew he was about to endure. Moreover, Antoinette, resplendent in Her Black 5-inch slingback stilettos, took control. The Feminine leggy Beauty towered over Her new charge. Suddenly, Percy tried to run in his Beautiful Stepmother's direction. And in a musical Rustling of
Her white ~Lace Crinoline Pettis,~ Antoinette quickly intercepted the sobbing sissy percy, grabbed him by his ear, and with Her White Pettilace on Femmy display, quickly ushered the little ~boy~ from the room. percy did not go without a struggle, albeit a struggle more reminiscent of a little Girl who hadn't gotten Her way. As they exited, the Sexy Feminine Maid's Layers of snow White Petticoats added a festive flavor to this very special Tea Party...
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Really looking forward to percy being petticoated
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Poor little Percy's desperate pleas for someone...anyone...to "help" him was met by the laughs and teasing of these beautiful and powerful women gathered in the parlor who now excitedly anticipated Percy's fate. The stunningly beautiful Antoinette asserted Her physical and Her ~Feminine~ dominance over Her new soon-to-be ~petticoated~ plaything. Unceremoniously escorted from the parlor by Antoinette, the sissy continued to beg for respite from his impending sissification. "Come along, 'master percy,'" Antoinette taunted, "We need to get you into your very first Frilly Party Dress and Lacy Petticoats so you and little miss timmy can kiss and make up." Percy's desperation heightened as he continued to beg and plead, "Oh nooooooo...nooooooo...puhleeeeze...no. Please don't make me wear a Dress. i'm sorry, Timmy! i didn't mean to call you a sissy. Please!" Percy's Stepmother added, with great emphasis, "Antoinette, I NEVER want My pretty little sissy son in trousers again. NEVER!" "Oui, Madame! Oui." Antoinette agreed. And with that, the sobbing sissy was led by his new Personal Maid from the festivities which had taken place in the parlor. Little Miss Tina Femininely Curtsied to Madame, raising Her sweet Feminine hand for permission to speak. "Yes, my sweet Little Girl. Do you have something to say? You may speak." ~Curtseying~ again, Miss Tina congratulated sissy Billy on his arm wrestling success, calling him Her "brave little pantywaist." And while making ~Feminine frou frou~ with Her stiff Lacy Pettis, Little Miss Tina added, "I cannot wait to see you in this Frilly Party Dress, billie...all frocked, sissified, and petticoated. Maybe I will let you wear it to your sissy birthday party while all of us Girls try on Dresses together. Would you like that, sissy?" Curtseying again to Madame, Little Miss Tina asked Madame if She would consider it. "I think that is a splendid idea, my Sweet Little Girl. After all, sissy billie did defeat sissy percy. Yes, my dear! Thst is a splendid idea!" Meanwhile, before taking poor percy to a newly decorated bedroom his Stepmother had secretly created for her sissy stepson, Antoinette first escorted percy into the inner sanctum of his Stepmother's ~UltraFeminine~ boudoir. Lying on the Pale Pink Satin and White Lace Comforter of Percy's Stepmother's Exquisitely Feminine bed were a pile of Stiff UltraLacy White Crinoline Petticoats. Between the Net and Lace was the single Pink Ribbon which had been skillfully hidden by Percy's Stepmother in those very same Layers of Her Lace Petticoats thst Her naughty little Stepson had fondled and played with on that fateful day when percy had disobeyed his Stepmother and entered Her Private Boudour without Her permission while She had purposely left him alone for hours. Antoinette ordered Her little sissy plaything to hand Her the single pink Satin Ribbon. Dangling it in front if Percy's tear-stained eyes, percy knew it was a now grinning ~Antoinette~ who had advised his Beautiful Stepmother how to set the trap for Her naughty stepson who had done everything in his feeble power to sabotage Her relationship with his father while he was alive. But now little percy had been caught in his Beautiful Stepmother's web of ~~~Ruffled White Lace & Pink Satin Bows.~~~...
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Antoinette was Stunning. Feminine. Actually, Antoinette was ULTRA~Feminine.~ And Now this Intoxicatingly Beautiful, Feminine
and Androgynous Feline had ensnared Her very first little male canary. A timid and very pretty little canary for Her to play with. Pretty. And Effeminate, of course. But this little sissyboi also was in denial. In denial of his impending Feminizing fate. little percy pinprick knew quite well that he would be no match for ~Antoinette~ and Her Intoxicating Rustling white ~~Lace Petticoats.~~ Percy's greedy little eyes already were feasting themselves brazenly...and, yes, enviously on the Tall Feminine Beauty's Rustling, Frou Frouing ~Mini Lace~ Crinoline Net Petticoats. Percy's newly appointed Personal Maid now was teasingly dangling that single Pink Satin Ribbon his Stepmummy had skillfully hidden in Her Petticoats, Petticoats intentionally made accessible to Her sneaky(?) and rude stepson after She had purposely "left" percy alone in the house. She knew percy would invade the Sanctity of Her UltraFemnine Boudoir, and seek and plunder until he disvovered his Beauiful Stepmother's extensive collection of Her LACY Intimates, and ultimately try to deny it when confronted with the evidence. But now...Antoinette continued to slowly and teasingly dangle the Pretty Ribbon directly in front of Her newest pupil for this Beauty's very special brand of Forced ~Feminization.~ The Maid's Deep Blue Eyes that now
penerated thru Percy's very soul. His little heart was thumping. his pretty Effeminate face on fire. His own ~Sissifying~ fate now sealed. Oh no, little percy pinprick realized he would be no match for Antoinette, this ~~~Petticoated ~~~ French Beauty waving the Pale Pink Satin Ribbon back and forth, back and forth, Her face grinning hypnotically, Antoinette's Cherry Red Lips opened, "Sissy boy, I wear ~Petticoats~ because I can. I am a ~Woman.~ YOU, little percy pinprick will wear ~Petticoats~ because YOU are a sissy and you will wear what I tell you to wear..."
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Percy gulped. "Now, do we understand each other?" When percy froze, unable to answer Antoinette's question, the Tall Jet Black Hair Androgynously cut short. Just a strong hint of "boyish determination," and Her very effeminate and her ever-so- slightly boyish face. Then She struck. This Stunningly Beautiful Woman took leonard's weak little hand and firmly held it in both of Her own delicate hands. Then She quickly began to lower percy onto the Very small pale pink plush cushioned settee, here in his Stepmother's very ~Feminine~ and very private boudoir. The gold Settee was beautiful and quite Feminine. And the Beautiful Maid's Lace Petticoats, which were spilling out everywhere, and almost completely covering his exposed hairless legs. ~ White Lace ~ are everywhere! "You don't mind if some of My Petticoats cover your Pretty little legs, do you "master percy?" After all, since I am about to put you in Petticoats..." And then, silence. Suddenly Madame opened the door, entered the UltraFeminine and elegant Boudoir, belonging to percy's stunningly Beautiful Stepmother. With Madam was Her Daughtet Alex, Percy's new Governess, and Antoinette's new Supervisor. Antoinette immediately came to attention, and executed the perfect ~Feminine Curtsey.~ Then She made a Deliciously Feminine attempt to fluff out Her Black Satin Skirts. As She practiced Her own Seductive (definitely seductive to male sissies) ~Skirt Management~ techniques for percy to see, Voluminous Feminine White Clouds of Net and ~Lace,~ in a quiet Feminine Boudoir, save for the sweet silibant sounds of Antoinette's Rustling and Swishing of Her own ~Tulle,~ Net, and Lace ~Pettis.~ Addressing Her own Daughter Alex, Madame spoke. Very Businesslike, as if She had done this before. "My Dear Daughter, You do realize that if You fail tonight, I shall be putting You right back in Petticoats for two years. Now, what Dress have you chosen for percy tonight, my Dear?" Alex hesitstingly answered Her Mother. "I had an idea for a Dress, Madame, a few months ago. I have the Dress here if You would like to see it." Madame responded, "Maybe later. Now describe Your Dress, Dear." "It's a different kind of Dress, Madame. I was thinking of saving that Dress design should I need it later." "Describe the Dress, Alex." Alex thought for a moment, "It's definitely a different Style of Dress for this occasion.It's still unmistakingly Feminine and Super Girly. It's just a bit more refined and elegant," adding, "Perfect Dress for a weak Effeminate Beta boi." "Describe it in detail," Madame ordered. Alex curtsied. Alex emphasized this time "Ultra Girly and Super Femine. But elegant. It's a pale ~Pink~ Satin Candy Cane pinstriping over a white ~Bridal Satin~ Minidress, buttressed by three attached stiff double-layer Net Crinoline and Lace Petticoats. It's a very Flared Dress already. However, of course, percy will be wearing some additional Petticoats. There are three super ~Bouffants~ with Lots of Little Girly Ruffled White and Pink Lace, all stiff and rustly...and super ~Lacy.~" Madame was listening intently to Alex while little percy remained silent...sobbing over the inevitability of what was to come next...
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"My Dear Alex, I think the Pink Cherise Satin is more appropriate for this pantywaist's debut in his new Frillies. Your Dress should be reserved for his Sissy Maid training that his StepMother is requesting. Ms. Anderson has plans to eventually...and Permanently transform our little percy into Her full time Ladies Maid. However, She has decided to spend the first five years restricting our little sissyboi to very Juvenile Little Girl Party Dresses...similar to Little Miss Tina's wardrobe...only Shorter and Frillier. Much Frillier." And it was settled. Percy's Petticoated fate was sealed. Hester Prim looked at Alex, and Alex nodded with a wide smile. The wishes of Percy's Stepmother would be carried out...starting NOW. "Antoinette," Hester Prim addressed the statuesque Petticoated Beauty, "Petticoat him. Come, Alexandria, We need to Petticoat Sissy timmy." Hester Prim then looked at Antoinette, "Antoinette, Dear, after you have Petticoated Percy, I want him to look extra Feminine for his little debut." "Qui, Madame," Adding, "Full ~Makeup?~" Miss Prim replied, matter-of-factly, "Not yet. Shadow, Blush, and Pink Lip Gloss...for now." As She got ready to exit Percy's Stepmother's Feminine Boudoir, Hester Prim stared icily at Her newest sissy charge, adding, "Antoinette, take the sissy to ~her~ new sissy bedroom suite." Addressing percy, Ms. Prim stated, "Your days in trousers are over, percy. OVER..."
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delicious
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Antoinette curtsied to Ms. Prim, Her painted red nails delicately caressing Her multiple Layers of Stiff White Crinoline Lace, catching sissy Percy's attention right away. "Yes, Antoinette," Ms. Prim acknowledged. "Madame, I took the liberty of also
bringing a slightly shorter Baby Pink Bridal Satin Sissy boi Frock as well as the cherise Satin dress...just in case. That shiny cool bridal Satin, resting atop multiple layer upon layers of Stiffly Starched Rustling Lace Crinolines does have a very powerful feminizing, and quite an arousing effect on weak little sissies...much like pretty Percy. Also, Ms. Prim, his little girl rhumba panties are of double-sided pink bridal Satin as well, completely covered in triple layers of Ruffled White Lace and a pretty pink bow in the front, with the words 'Petticoated sissy' in white Feminine script." "Excellent work, my dear Antoinette! How much of Percy's Petticoat Lace will be on display, my Dear? You did mention his bridal Satin dress is shorter than the other Dress, did you not?" "Qui, Madame. Five inches of Ruffled White Pettilace will be PERMANENTLY on display once I have percy Petticoated." Madame Prim then asked, "Three Petticoats, Antoinette?" "Qui, Ms. Prim. Starched White Crinoline. Five Layers, each layer VERY lacy." Then the strikingly Feminine Maid excitedly added, "And I have decided to add a sissy white Lace Taffeta Bouffant Party Slip for little miss percy to wear over his pretty Petticoats." Antoinette was looking directly at Percy now. And Percy was looking desperately, imploring for help. "How about his training bra, Antoinette?" Ms. Prim asked. "Pink Lace, Madame!" "Excellent choices, Antoinette. Perfect for Percy's very first Petticoating."...