Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Menu => Active Sissy Stories => Topic started by: petticoated on June 01, 2006, 07:12:35 PM
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Ding. ding. The little bell to the entrance of ~L~ynn's bridal store, "Cinderella," announced the entrance of a visitor. "~L~ynn, where are you?" The pretty young lady maneuvered herself amidst the racks of swishing dresses and frocks in search of her proprietor friend. "Back here, Angie," replied the stunning blonde from her office overlooking the store. "I've got something to show you, ~L~ynn," Angie said, handing a brown envelope to her friend. Inquisitively, ~L~ynn asked, "Huh? What are you talking about?" "You'll see, ~L~ynn. Open the envelope." Brushing her long flowing blonde hair from her beautiful face, ~L~ynn curiously opened the package. Her curiosity was piqued as she carefully examined about twenty photographs. Each picture showed a man...a boy (?), somewhat smallish, standing in front of the display windows of Cinderella. She looked at the pictures again, glanced at Angie, and shook her head in bewilderment. "He's been doing this every Sunday for months, ~L~ynn," her friend replied. I usually open up for breakfast at 8:00 every Sunday and he's almost always there...gazing at the displays. He sometimes looks around to make sure nobody is watching. He gets back into his car, a black BMW 7-series, stares from behind the steering wheel, and then leaves. Each photograph represents a different Sunday. As you can see, the displays are different. You change them weekly, don't you, ~L~ynn?" "Y...yes," replied her friend. "Occasionally I'll leave the displays up for longer than a week, but not very often." Angie replied, "I just thought you might be interested. Do you have any security cameras?" "No, Angie, I don't. At least not exterior cameras. Hmmm...I wonder......."
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"Yes.....?" Angie asked, hesitatingly. "Why would a guy stare in front of the display window of a bridal and formal dress shop..." "When nobody's around...on a Sunday...early in the morning. I was wondering the same thing, ~L~ynn. That's why I started taking pictures. I figured it was time you saw them." Shaking her head plerplexingly, and again brushing her cascading blonde hair with her long feminine hands, she glanced at her pink fingernail polish, so expertly applied to her perfectly manicured nails, and now wondered aloud to her girlfriend, "Angie, can you get the tag number on his car for me? I mean, is he still coming by every Sunday morning?" "Oh, he'll be back," Angie said. "He'll definitely be back. He can't stay away. He just stands in front of that window... and...gazes. It's almost like he's studying every detail. But I'm only seeing him from the backside because my business is across the street from yours. The only time I get a look at him is when he's walking back to his car. I don't look when he turns around to go back to his car. I don't want him to see me. I take the pictures while he's looking at the display window. I do know, at least from where I am across the street, he's only about 5'5", and thin. Very young looking. VERY young," Angie emphasized. "So can you snap me a picture of the tag number, or write it down for me? I want to find out who he is." "Sure, ~L~ynn. I'll keep a camera with me on Sunday morning." Angie said. "I'll get the tag number the next time he's there. We won't have to wait long. Hey, I've got to get back over to my place. I'll see you later." "Thanks, Angie." ~L~ynn said to her girlfriend as they hugged each other a quick goodbye. ~L~ynn returned to her office and sat down behind her desk. Turning in her chair to face her monitor, she pulled out the keyboard and Googled: "Female Private Investigators." Stopping for just a split second to contemplate what day of the week it was, she realized it was already Thursday, and she had to change the display window before she went home. And then a thought came to her...
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Her hand reached for those photographs again. Her eyes focused on the displays. What was the trend the past few months, she asked herself. Prom. Prom dresses. She recalled a series of weeks recently where she had featured the ballgown look...full-skirted...ruffly...feminine...But she had also had a few weeks where very elegant, yet simple, wedding dresses were prominent. Of course, she tried to reason, maybe the display window had nothing to do with him frequently going there...and staring. She decided she would go frilly and feminine...ultra-feminine this weekend. Ruffles. Lace. Satin. Tulle. Petticoats. And then she remembered the question Angie had asked her about security cameras. All of hers were inside her store. She called her security service to inquire about a quick installation of exterior security cameras. She begged them to install them the following day. They came. And they installed them, four of them, on Friday. One camera was positioned at each end of the display window. Two were installed in the mannequins. She added lighting to the window at night. ~Lynn~ still had to see this for herself. She was curious. Late Friday evening she completed her window display for the weekend. The theme: "Frilly White Wedding." Ruffles. Lace. Satin. Tulle. Petticoats. Girly. Saturday's unveiling of "Frilly White Wedding" actually attracted a lot of traffic for those still-shopping spring-summer brides-to-be. Before closing Cinderella early Saturday, ~Lynn~ checked on her newly-installed system of lighting and was amazed at how the dresses came to life in the dark of night. An "attention-getter," she thought to herself, as she turned the key and locked the door to Cinderella.
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Monday morning found ~L~ynn in front of Cinderella with a small piece of folded paper taped to the door with her name on the outside. ~L~ynn opened the note and read the Connecticut tag number for the Black BMW. Added below were the words, "Call me! Angie." She pulled out her key and opened the door to Cinderella. She stopped momentarily to scrutinize her latest display, "Frilly White Wedding." "Not bad...not bad," ~L~ynn said to herself. ~L~ynn had been at her desk for only a few moments when the little bell dinged signalling an arrival. It was Angie. "~L~ynn, that guy must have stood out there in front of your window for like...I don't know...30 minutes!?! He just stared. Then he went back to the car as if he was on his cell phone, but he was looking straight ahead at that display. He drove off. Then he drove back around the block again and slowed down as he passed by. Anyway, there's his tag number." "Thanks, Angie. You wanna hang around and watch the security tapes from the weekend. Might be kind of interesting. I say we start with Sunday morning." ~L~ynn gave a raised eyebrow to Angie as she said it. "Oh! The cameras. I forgot you had them! I want to see this, ~L~ynn," she laughed. "Cup of coffee, Angie, before we begin?" "Sure. I'd love a cup of coffee." "I'll get it for you," ~L~ynn said. They met behind the computer screen. "Angie, what time Sunday?" "Eight thirty AM." In a few seconds, ~L~ynn and Angie were watching the black BMW pull up in front of Cinderella. The driver looked around for a few seconds as if to make sure he wasn't being watched. When he got out he immediately walked in front of the display window and looked in. And he stared. And he moved back and forth from one frilly dress to another. He would stare at one. And then he would seek out another dainty confection, as if he was a kid in a candy store. But all the candy was literally under glass. And then he bent down. He bent further down, gazing upward at the dresses. Angie's mouth was wide open, "He's trying to look up their dresses, ~L~ynn! How funny!" To which ~L~ynn responded, "And look where his hands are. In his pockets. Look, Angie, he's stroking himself while he's standing and staring at those frilly dresses. This is amazing. Look at him." When the tape of the mysterious visitor had ended, ~L~ynn paused, "He's mesmerized." Angie replied, "He's kinda cute, though, you've got to admit," He's just a little too short for me. But he is cute. And he's got a nice car. It'll be interesting to see who this guy is. So what's next, ~L~ynn?" "I've hired a Private Investigator to look into my little man. I've already called her." "You said 'her.' Your PI is a woman?" Angie asked. "Oh yes. Most men would never suspect a female to follow them. She asked me to give her a week Her name is Samantha." said ~L~ynn. "So what are you going to do until then?" asked Angie. ~L~ynn thought for a moment before responding, "Plan my display window for next week, of course..."
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~L~ynn spent all of that morning browsing amongst the racks of frilly bridal dresses. And then she gravitated over to a large section of flower girl dresses. These were shorter than bridal gowns, she thought to herself. And then she moved to a rack of especially frilly and very girly little dresses. She recalled the young man earlier on the surveillance film...desperately hoping for a look underneath. She smiled to herself as she resolved to tease her little friend. And then she put her hand on a short white tulle and satin dress. It rustled as she shook it out to admire it. The little dress was so dainty. The tulle petticoats floated like puffy clouds. Layer after layer of rustling tulle skirts. But what made this little dress especially girly was the ruffled white lace hems on each rustling layer of tulle. Her painted nails caressed and examined the intricacy of the dress' ruffled white lace petticoat skirts cascading from a white short sleeved, satin top. A pale pink satin ribbon was tied in a large pretty bow in the back of the dress. She held it up in front of her, and that dress was in her window by Friday. She found four additional frilly party dresses and surrounded a white satin ball gown with them. Then she scattered white and pink petticoats among the dresses. When the next Monday arrived, Angie joined her for coffee at 9:00. Angie had already reported three separate sightings of the guy over a two-hour period. What they had learned from the security tapes was a heightened amount of activity by him. A total of seven "visits" on Sunday alone, including an hour of gazing and staring early that morning. Just before Angie could ask ~L~ynn a question, the phone rang. ~L~ynnn picked up and was keenly interested in what the caller was saying. She toke notes. She asked questions. She complimented her on her job thus far, and told Angie, "This guy's big. His name is Robert Morrizzon. Of the Morrizzon oil family, Angie. He's worth over $600 million." "Are you sure it's him?" asked Angie. "Yes...it's him. Samantha says she's positive." "Does this guy live up here?" Angie asked. " "No. He lives in the city. He's got a penthouse overlooking Central Park." "What else do you know, ~L~ynn?" "Samantha saw him out three nights last week, with a different girl each time. All of them pretty. I need to meet this guy, Angie. I need to meet him fast. Any ideas?" Angie thought for a moment, "Well, if you're going to meet him, Sunday morning is the time to do it. You've just got to surprise him. When are you planning on doing this, ~L~ynn?" "This Sunday, Angie. And I'm leaving my same display up for another weekend." ~L~ynn thought for a moment and then asked Angie to drive her to Cinderella by 6:30 Sunday morning. ~L~ynn would hide in her store, watch the cameras...and wait.
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Early Sunday morning ~L~ynn awoke with a single purpose. To meet "him." As she stood in front of the mirror deftly applying the final touches of blush to her cheeks, she held the brush in her limp wrist and allowed her thoughts to wander. She would be hiding in her office and would pounce on him as he gazed at her display window. What would she say? What would she wear? She chose a pair of jeans and a sheer white silk blouse. Underneath she chose her laciest white satin bra. She finished with a red lipstick, filled her small clutch purse with makeup, and pulled her long blonde hair back in a ponytail. As she rode to Cinderella with Angie, the two chatted about what time he might arrive to gaze in her display window. "I don't think you'll be waiting long," Angie remarked. We'll get there by 6:45. I'll bet he's there by 7:00-7:30." As she dropped ~L~ynn off in front of Cinderella, Angie asked her friend to come over later "and give me every detail." ~L~ynn smiled and said, "If he comes." "Oh, he'll come, ~L~ynn...he'll come," answered Angie assuredly. ~L~ynn got out of Angie's car, thanked her for the ride, stopped to admire her work in the window, and pulled out her key, unlocked the door, listened to the familiar little bell, and then locked the door again. She made her way between rows of swishing dresses, made a cup of coffee, and waited. Twenty minutes later she spotted the black BMW driving past Cinderella, slowing down, stopping, and then driving off. Maybe he had seen her? Maybe he was nervous? Maybe he wasn't going to stop this morning? A thousand thoughts raced through ~L~ynn's mind as she anxiously awaited the return of her visitor. He didn't disappoint. Five minutes later, the camera showed him stopping in front of the window, looking at it from inside his car, and then whipping his car into the parking spot directly in front of the display window. As he stepped out of his car, he looked quickly in all directions. Certain he was alone, he approached the window, full of dainty, lacy, frillies. ~L~ynn was motionless. Frozen. She watched her little friend through the eyes of the camera. He seemed to have this far-away look in his wide eyes as he gazed at the dainty dresses. Then ~L~ynn opened her small clutch purse, touched up her makeup, applied new lipstick, and moved quickly to intercept him. She slithered quickly among the dresses and sprang on him before he ever knew she was there. As she exited her store to his surprise, he fumbled nervously to retrieve his car keys from his pocket. But he was unable to move towards his car. It was as if his feet were frozen. And now...in front of this display window of frilly, girly dresses, this tall beautiful blonde smiled a warm smile and said softly, "Good morning. Can I help you? I'm ~L~ynn...the owner." He was speechless. He looked down for a moment...his face red. He WAS cute, ~L~ynn thought to herself. But he was also several inches shorter than she was. As she waited for him to respond, she noticed his big brown eyes transfixed on her chest. ~L~ynn's feminine intuition told her, however, that it was not her chest he was focused on. It was her bra. Her lacy satin bra. "And you are.....?" she asked in her softest, most feminine voice, as she moved just a little closer to the frightened little man...
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"Uh..Rob...Rob Morrizzon." He tried to gather himself in front of the beautiful woman. "Nice to meet you, Rob Morrizzon," ~L~ynn smiled. The nervous Mr. Morrizzon fumbled for his car keys in an effort to escape the scene out in front of Cinderella. But before he could leave, ~L~ynn invited him for a cup of coffee across the street...at Angie's little cafe. He recovered his masculinity in time to accept, "Sure, okay. But I can't stay long. I'm playing golf later this morning." ~L~ynn seemed to ignore the "golf" comment and led Rob across the street to "Serendipity." ~L~ynn carefully selected an outside table, making certain that when Rob sat, he would be able to view the window of Cinderella across the street as they chatted. The guy nervously pulled out his chair, eyes transfixed on ~L~ynn. "And do you live around here, Rob?" ~L~ynn began the conversation. "Actually I live in the city. But I have some friends who live nearby... and I'm up here for the weekend. I...uh...was out here this morning...driving around...uh...looking for a newspaper. The Sunday Times. Can't seem to find a newspaper rack anywhere." "Oh, I see," smiled ~L~ynn. And that's why you were standing out in front of my shop? Looking for a newspaper?" "Yes," the man laughed nervously. "Do you know where I can find one?" Their conversation was interrupted by Angie, who had discovered them sitting outside. "Hi ~L~ynn! How've you been? I haven't seen you in a while." "Oh, hi, Angie!" Then turning to Rob, she said, "Rob, this is Angie, a girlfriend of mine." "Nice to meet you, Angie," Rob acknowledged. "What can I get you two, ~L~ynn? Coffee?" Both nodded their heads, Angie smiled, and ~L~ynn resumed her chat with her new friend. "Do you come up here often?" "Only weekends when I'm playing golf," Rob countered. "We're playing at 9:00 this morning. He looked at his watch. "Do I make you nervous, Rob?" ~L~ynn asked...
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"What do you mean by that?" Rob answered, sounding a bit defensive. "Oh...just asking. That's all. So what do you do for a living, Rob?" "Investments, mostly. I work out of my apartment." ~L~ynn was keeping the conversation going. "Where do you live in the city?" "Near Central Park" The two of them talked about New York for a while; Rob seemed more at ease as the morning went by. ~L~ynn excused herself to go to "the little girls' room. I'll be right back." Rob nodded okay and looked again at his watch. "Don't worry; I won't let you miss your silly little golf game. I'll be right back. Okay?" She slipped out of sight as she entered the cafe. She passed Angie and the two exchanged knowing smiles. When ~L~ynn returned to Rob's table, the smallish man immediately noticed the beautiful blonde had unbuttoned the second top button to her blouse, exposing a peak of the delicate white lace surrounding her satin bra. Just enough lace to tantalize his greedy eyes. ~L~ynn's feminine perceptions discerned a more rapid heartbeat from Rob. She could sense it. And she wondered. Would he ask her for her number? Would he be brave enough? She knew he was interested. "I'd like your number. I'd like to take you to dinner the next time I'm up here," Rob said to her. "That is, unless, you're seeing someone." "That's so sweet. Thank you for asking me, Rob. No, I'm not seeing anyone at the moment. I can give you my card, if you like. I'll put my cell number on it for you. And do you have a card, Rob? Or a number. Who knows, I may call you sometime." He hesitated. "Sure. Do you have a pen? Something to write on? I...I...don't have any...cards on me right now." ~L~ynn borrowed paper and pen from Angie and secured Rob's numbers. She paid their check, and upon returning to their table, looked at Rob, and suggested, "I don't have any business cards on me, Rob. We'll go across the street and I'll run inside to my office and get you one. Okay?" Before Rob could answer, she pulled him by his hand and led him back across the street. Standing in the entrance to Cinderella, Rob tried not to look directly at the frilly dresses and petticoats in the window. Of course, ~L~ynn took her time getting her key and opening the door. "Come in with me, Rob...I'll get you one of my cards. They're in the back, where my office is." That's okay... I'll wait for you out here," stammered Rob. "Nonsense! Come in! Let me show you around..."
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Hesitatingly, Rob entered this sanctity of ultrafemininity. ~L~ynn guided her new friend through the racks of swishing, hissing bridal dresses, dainty flower girl frocks, petticoats, and other lacy dainties, towards the back. The young man brushed up against more than one taffeta and satin and tulle creation. He had to use his hands to brush the dresses away from him. It seemed as though this woman had led him through the frilliest dresses in the store. Every dainty frock seemed lacier and frillier than the next. "So many frilly dresses!" exclaimed ~L~ynn. "I guess I'm just a girly-girl at heart." He didn't comment. He was too nervous. Too anxious. Entering her office, ~L~ynn pulled a business card from off her large desk, wrote her cell number on it, and handed it to Rob. "Call me, Rob. Okay? If you don't, I'll be calling you," she giggled. "Now, let me freshen my makeup and I'll walk you out to your car. Taking the black patent leather clutch from inside her desk, she opened it and removed a small compact and a brush. She gently rolled her brush in the powder, applied a few short strokes to each cheekbone, and while she triumphantly held the brush in her hand, she pointed it at him and said, matter-of-factly, "Now for some lipstick. I don't go anywhere without fresh lipstick." She returned the compact and blush brush to her makeup bag and searched for her tube of lipstick. "Ah, here it is!" After she applied the luscious red lipstick, she lowered it back into the tube and gave a significant glance to her male guest. "Will you be up here next weekend, Rob...to play golf?" ~L~ynn asked, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. She pressed her painted lips together, got up from her chair, moved around to the front of her desk, and took a seat on top of it, in front of Rob, who was now sitting in a small chair in front of her, mesmerized by what had just transpired. ~L~ynn crossed her long legs, looked down at her little friend, her lacy satin bra allowing him tantalizing views, and told him, "Coffee. Next Sunday. Same time." He nodded in the affirmative. "Good," she said. "Don't be late. I like my boys on time. Now I'll walk you to your car." She led him through the same maze of frilly dresses again and ushered him outside. "I'm looking forward to coffee again next Sunday, Rob.," she said as he opened the door to his car. As he got in, ~L~ynn made one more "request, "Oh,...no golf next Sunday. Okay? Pretty please? Just you and me. Okay, Rob?" She leaned into the car and waited for his confirmation. "Okay...no golf," Rob agreed. "That's a good boy. Now run along to your golf game and I'll see you next week. We're going to have so much fun....."
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~L~ynn remained outside until the black BMW was out of sight. She pulled out her cell phone and called her PI. "Hi, Samantha. It's ~L~ynn...we need to talk. He just left my store." Samantha responded, "I know. I drove by and saw you having coffee with him this morning across the street from your business. Do you want me to follow him and I can meet you later today?" "Yes," ~L~ynn answered. "He said he was going to play golf." "I'll let you know. If he goes to the golf course, I'll call you. Golf takes four to five hours to play. We can meet while he's on the golf course. I'll call you back." "Fine," ~L~ynn said. "I'll be in my office." Twenty minutes later, Samantha called ~L~ynn to report that Rob Morrizzon had just teed off on the first hole. "He hit the ball a long way. And he hit it straight. He's playing with three other men. I'll see you in a few minutes," said Samantha. When she arrived, ~L~ynn was at the door to meet her. ~L~ynn and Samantha compared notes. But when Samantha told ~L~ynn that Rob had a condominium just outside of town, ~L~ynn was surprised. "He told me he lived in the city." "Oh, he does," confirmed Samantha. Overlooking Central Park. He bought the condominium here in town about six months ago. Lately he's been coming up on Thursday evenings and leaving Monday mornings." ~L~ynn was intrigued by the fact that her male friend was living nearby but was miffed he had not mentioned it to her in their conversation. Samantha then proved all her worth to her client when she told ~L~ynn she had hacked into his computer and had been following its activity for the last week. "Which computer, Samantha? The one in his condominium here, or the one in New York?" The PI answered, "Both." "Tell me, Samantha. Tell me everything," said the blonde beauty. Samantha pulled out her Blackberry and followed ~L~ynn to ~L~ynn's office. In her office, ~L~ynn and Samantha sat down together. "Here are his ten most frequently Googled sites," Samantha began...
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"Okay, here they are, in order, with number one being the most frequently visited site: Number Ten: Birch Academy for Sissy Maids/Uniforms; Number Nine: Mrs. Silk's House of Enforced Feminization: Number Eight: Buffalo Betties Sissy Site; Number Seven: FM-site; Number Six: Miss - by Elaine; Number Five: FM-site; Number Four: Petticoat Pond; Number Three: Petticoat Discipline Quarterly; Number Two: Petticoat Punishment Art," Samantha stopped and said, "And the site he has been visiting more than any other site the past week is, curiously, a little shop on Ebay. It's called "BBT Sissy Closet." He's hit that site many times, usually late at night. He keeps going to a page with those little-girl style party dresses." "And then there's this one particular dress." "Dress?" ~L~ynn asked. Oh, yes. It's described as a "Lockable Baby Pink Satin Organdy Dress," Samantha added. ~L~ynn was suddenly now calculating, asking all the right questions. "Samantha, what about his favorite search terms? Do you have those, too?" "Oh yes, I've got them right here. Then I can give you some of the images, if you'd like." "Are you kidding? I want it all," ~L~ynn declared. "Okay, here are the terms: Number Ten: Petticoat Punishment; Number Nine: French Maids; Number Eight: Forced Feminization; Number Seven: Petticoated Sissy Maid: Number Six: Petticoated, Frocked, and Feminized ; Number Five: Frilly Little Satin and Lace Party Dresses with Stiff Lace Petticoats; Number Four: Party Dresses for Sissies; Number Three: Petticoats, Makeup, and Lace; Number Two: Petticoat Punishment Art by Christeen; And Number One, quite simply, is 'Petticoated and Humiliated.'" ~L~ynn commented, "I do believe I've got a little sissy boy. A very rich little sissy boy. Tell me about the images, Samantha." "He is fascinated with this one artist. Her name is Christeen. She depicts petticoating. The boys are always wearing these really frilly little girly dresses. dominated and humiliated by all beautiful women. A lot of those frilly, dainty, girly party dresses. You can find all the sites right here on your computer. By the way, he's also infatuated with images of French Maids, especially the dominant-looking ones in those short little frilly maid's outfits with their lace petticoats showing. Here are the addresses. So what are you going to do now?" Without hesitating, she looked at Samantha, smiled, and then stated coldly, "I'm going to petticoat him."
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~L~ynn always had been a thorough researcher. Whether it was researching for term papers in college, working on a chemistry project, or identifying her clientele for Cinderella, she was thorough. And now she resolved to thoroughly research one Robert Morrizzon. Samantha called her again on Thursday with updates: He had gone out all three nights he had been back in the city. Monday he went to a sports bar with some guys, shot pool, and had some beers. Tuesday evening he met a woman...early 20's, perhaps, very stylish, about his height, dark hair, dark eyes. She held his hand every chance she got, even at dinner. He took her back to a penthouse not far from where he lived. Wednesday night he went with another woman, also very pretty, to the theatre. They stopped for drinks afterwards in the theatre district. He waited with her as a cab picked her up around midnite. Meanwhile, ~L~ynn was learning about the "other Mr. Morrizzon." The secret Mr. Morrizzon. The vulnerable Mr. Morrizzon. Her thoughts were interrupted when Angie dropped by to catch up on the latest news. As ~L~ynn told her about all of the secrets she had discovered about Rob, Angie stared in disbelief. Together they surfed some of Rob's favorite websites and oohed and aahed at one frilly dress after another. That's when ~L~ynn told Angie that she had already ordered "every sissy dress I could find. I guessed at his size. He is only about 5'4". He's thin. It will be several weeks before anything arrives. Besides, Angie, I want a relationship with this guy first. Go out with him. Spend time with him. Tease him. Control him. After all, I know his weaknesses. Girly things. Dainty things. Feminine things. Satin and lace. Petticoats. Makeup. And women. Beautiful feminine women. Especially those who love to feminize and petticoat little sissy boys..."
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"You're serious, aren't you?" Angie asked. "I've never been more serious. Think about it, Angie. This little rich boy, every penny inherited, and he's trying to keep up this ordinary guy image. He's a nice guy. He's cute. We had an enjoyable morning at your place. He believes he almost got caught...by me...but he thinks his secret is still safe. I want him to believe that... for now." "So how long before you decide to...you know...before you..." "Petticoat him? The way I see this, his mind already is being petticoated. Angie, I believe he moved up here on the weekends at least partly to see Cinderella's display window. I need to keep Rob up here, out of the city. Have him all to myself. Encourage him to play golf up here for a while. Whatever it takes to get him out of New York, I've got to do it. If I could only convince him to invest in a home...in upstate Connecticut. An estate. Like those shown in the Sunday New York Times Magazine. Allow me to hire a staff to maintain the home. Hire some maids. Some special maids. Put them in frilly satin dresses with layers of lacy crinoline petticoats. Very feminine. Very dominant. And very pretty...Tall... My height. Put them in heels. Offer them "petticoating bonuses"...incentives..." Angie interrupted ~L~ynn, laughing, "Petticoating bonuses? How much are you thinking?" "Oh, I don't know. Maybe two hundred fifty thousand dollars? I want only the best for these positions, Angie." "But how are you going to get access to the money?" "Oh, I don't see a problem with that. By the way,"~Lynn said, "Rob has been visiting a site the for the last couple of day that sells this really sexy, romantic lingerie. Very feminine. It's called 'Secrets in Lace.' He has been looking primarily at slips. Lacy slips. I ordered three today. I also ordered some bras, too. I'm hoping the slips come Saturday. There's nothing more I'd rather do Sunday than to meet Rob Morrizzon in a short skirt with a lacy slip. Sit close to him as we sip coffee across the street from Cinderella. Show a little lace from my slip. Take his hand and guide it to rest on my legs, nestled in some lace. And then take a stroll across the street...to Cinderella..."
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~L~ynn was already thinking about a plan. "Angie, I've got to do this slowly...deliberately...femininely. My femininity is my power. Petticoats, lace, makeup, frilly satin party dresses, feminine women who love taunting and teasing weak little men..." "So you're calling him a sissy?" "Yes." "And are you going to call him a sissy - to his face?" Eventually." I'm Googling every frilly sissy party dress site out there. I've already started. I'm ordering as many of those girly-girl dresses as I can. The daintier, frillier, lacier the dress...the better." Angie's mouth dropped open, ~L~ynn, you didn't! ... What colors did you buy?" "All pink and white. Pale pink. Mostly satin. Some taffeta. I love the tulle. Very lacy. Very frilly. I'm buying them now...for later. I'm going to the city tomorrow morning to buy fifteen to twenty of those cute little pageant dresses. The largest girls' sizes they have. And I'm going to 'display' them in a prominent spot Sunday morning. A pink satin settee will be facing that display." "And just where will your special little display be located?" "I don't know. In the middle of the dresses, I think. We can clear out a small area and put the party dresses on three sides with the settee in the middle." ~L~ynn smiled..."Hey Angie, isnt that what we girls call 'ambiance?"
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Sunday morning found ~L~ynn spending extra time doing her makeup. Dressed only in her new lacy white satin slip and matching bra, she expertly applied the final touches of blush, swirling the brush a final time. Then pointing the brush she so delicately held in her right hand, she looked at herself in the mirror and said, "The time is now." A sheer ivory blouse and a short white linen skirt, ivory pumps worked nicely. She decided to wear her long blonde hair up. The lip color, of course, would be red. When she had finished, she took eyeshadow, mascara, lipstick, lip gloss, lip pencil, eyeliner and her blusher. All of them went in her small black clutch. A touch of perfume and she was off to Cinderella. When she got to her office, it was just after eight o'clock She decided to check the security cameras from the weekend. Rob had visited twice Saturday and had already passed by Sunday morning at six thirty. Perfect, ~L~ynn thought. Then at precisely 7:50 the black BMW found a spot in the parking lot next to Serendipity. ~L~ynn watched Rob get out of his car. She thought it interesting that he didn't choose to park in front of Cinderella and walk across the street to Angie's place. She watched him standing out in front of the cafe, pacing and waiting, looking around for her. His hands were in his pockets. As he looked over at Cinderella, ~Lynn~ chose that moment to exit the store through the front door. Rob's eyes connected with ~L~ynn's for a second...she smiled warmly...he stared. He kept staring. She was a goddess. He never dreamed she would show up this morning in that short white skirt. Her stride was confident. She was beautiful. And feminine. Oh, was she feminine. As she neared, Rob feasted his eyes on her lacy satin bra beneath her sheer blouse. Her makeup? Ultrafeminine. Rob managed to regain his composure, "You clean up nice," he said in his best guy imitation. "Thank you. I've been looking forward to this. You saw me in jeans last week. I just wanted to show you my feminine side. Let me find us a table. She positioned the two of them so that they would be sitting directly across from the display window of Cinderella. ~L~ynn pulled her chair up close to him. They sat down and ordered coffee. They talked about many different things. They enjoyed each other's company. "So where did you go to school?" ~L~ynn asked Rob. "USC. I had a great time." "What did you major in?" she asked him. "Sociology. The easiest major I could find. I just wanted a degree." "How about you?" "Me?," ~L~ynn responded, catching him looking down at the lacy hem of her white slip, showing through her linen skirt. "I have an MBA from Harvard. And I have a BA in Theater." Then she momentarily excused herself to go to the little girls room and freshen her makeup. When she returned she made sure of seating herself in the same chair, close to him, and "accidentally" exposing her lacy slip. She asked the server to bring her the check. While she chatted with the server, Rob's eyes were focused on her slip. He quickly diverted them when ~Lynn~ turned her attention back to him, "It's starting to get crowded here. Why don't we take a walk. I love main street here on a Sunday. It's so quiet. The little shops. The art galleries. Have you ever seen main street here on a Sunday morning, Rob?" "No. I'm usually on the golf course by now." "Oh yes. That's right. Why don't we go for a walk? Please?" As she asked again in her girliest little girl voice, Rob acquiesced. "Thank you. It'll be fun." After Rob insisted on paying the check, the two of them got up and ~L~ynn led Rob. They made a left turn and walked a couple of blocks before crossing over, and two blocks away from the entrance to Cinderella. And then Rob reached for ~L~ynn's hand. They were holding hands. ~L~ynn was thinking fast. She began stopping in front of virtually every store window before getting to Cinderella. She would talk about each store. Each owner. She kept telling herself to slow down. But then they were standing in front of the display window. " And then there's Cinderella." Silence........ Rob was in trouble. What if she tried to get him inside. No, she wouldn't. It was Sunday. They were just out for a walk, remember? He avoided looking directly in the display window..... What if? Keep your cool, he was telling himself. Just be calm. And try to walk away...down the street...away from Cinderella. He gently tugged on ~L~ynn's arm again. But she was busy reaching for something in her clutch. She was fumbling through her makeup. And then she found what she was searching for. "Here it is." She dangled a single key on a short pink satin ribbon directly in front of him. And then this tall gorgeous woman turned to her date and asked him to come inside with her. He looked at her lacy white bra, glanced down at her short white linen skirt, remembered the lace slip...what would he do? Instinctively, he said he preferred to keep walking. But she persisted. "Please, Rob. It's just a dress shop. I know, I know, it's a guy thing. I just want to show you around...take you on a little tour..." Rob tried to rationalize his desire...his vulnerability. It's only one time, he told himself. After this, I won't have to go back. But still he wanted to resist her. He needed to say no. He was a man. "Rob? Pretty please? For me?" Rob was thinking. Looking for resolve. Defend his manhood. Say no...say no.....
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"Okay. Okay. We can walk through." "Great! It won't be that bad. I promise. We'll share a bottle of wine in my office. Okay?" How could he resist. He was disappointed in himself for not standing up to her. Yet through the entrance, and into Cinderella, young Rob entered. He tried not to look around. But they were everywhere. The dresses. So many of them. Swishing bridal gowns in every imaginable style. Flowergirl dresses. A few of those dainty little frilly party dresses. At least there were those on display in the window. He had wanted to see more of them. His eyes searched but it was hard for him to look anywhere but straight ahead. He couldn't give himself away. He had to appear disinterested. He'd take her up on the bottle of wine, and they'd sit in her office and talk for a while, and that would be it. He could handle that. "It's not very light in here. It's early and it is cloudy. It may rain. Oh well, we don't need much light. It's just you and me, Rob. Pointing to the wine rack in the back of her office, she asked him to choose a wine and open a bottle for them to share. She took her seat on the leather sofa in front of her desk. Rob poured the wine and joined ~L~ynn on the sofa. He glanced at her legs. At her white skirt. At her snowy white slip. Yes, her lace was showing. He looked at it. She followed his eyes down to her legs. After much conversation to get them through the first two glasses of wine, ~L~ynn and Rob emptied the bottle. "After we finish this glass, I'll take you on a little tour. Okay?" And then she placed a little kiss...on his cheek. He didn't answer her. She turned around on the sofa to face her nervous little man, keenly aware her little sissy, or sissy wannabe, was still hesitant. Token male resistance, at best, she told herself. She moved in. She wrapped her arms skillfully around the frightened man and planted a long, wet, sultry, passionate kiss on his lips. Lipstick so fresh he could taste it. She took the wine glass from him, put it down on her desk, and said, "Come with me. I'm giving you a very special tour. Okay?" Why couldn't he say no. Why didn't he just leave? He was ashamed...at least for a few seconds...he tried to stop... Taking him by the arm, she escorted him towards the front ot her store. The bridal dresses were up there. A good place to start. She invited him to touch the fabrics. The swishing taffeta, the rustle of silk, the clouds of tulle, and, of course, the ball gowns. The Cinderella-style dresses. Rob feigned his disinterest fairly well. But still ~L~ynn led him through the dresses, touching some of them, talking about many of them. There were several settees secluded among the dresses." "We'll go back towards the rear. Okay? Very private. We can chat." The last section for Rob to see was what ~L~ynn described as her new section. "This is my brand new section back here." It was lighter in the back. Rob had to stop in his tracks. "They" were back here. THE dresses were back here. Frilly, dainty, lacy, girly party dresses. Pageant dresses, too. Pink and white. Satin and Lace. Crinoline and tulle. Pink satin bows. He saw the settee, with its feminine pink satin cushion. "Aren't they just adorable little dresses, Rob?" He didn't respond. "Here, let me put some more light on them so you can get a really good look. There we are," she said confidently, illuminating the frilly dresses so that there woud be no doubt what Rob was seeing. "They're so feminine. So girly." She edged him closer to the display. She cornered him. And then she reached for the frilliest, daintiest, pale pink satin party dress, white tulle overlay trimmed in white lace. It had a built-in stiff six-layered white net petticoat trimmed with ruffled white lace. A wide pink satin bow tied in the back. She took the dress by its hanger from the display and held it directly in front of the little man's face. She shook it a couple of time to emphasize the "swish." "Now THIS is a pretty little dress, isn't it, Rob? She held it out for him to touch it. He swallowed hard. "Go ahead, touch it...or are you scared?"...
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~L~ynn pulled the dainty frock away, giggled, and landed another long, moist kiss on him. She shook the dress out and returned it to the display. "Let's sit down and chat. It's quiet here. She took her seat on the pink satin cushion, noticed the lace from her slip teasingly exposing itself, and "tap-tapped" her long fingers to the spot next to her. She was far more intoxicating than any wine. He thought for a second, reassuring himself that his secrets were safe. And then he sat down. Surrounded by the frilly, dainty, lacy, satin dresses. Tulle. Pink satin ribbons. Petticoats. Taffeta. Net. These were the girly little dresses. Party dresses. Too small for him. He thanked God for that. Then she took his small quivering hand and gently placed it on the lace hem of her exquisite satin slip. She reached for her small clutch beneath the settee. Placing it on her lap, she fingered through the makeup until she retrieved her blusher. And her brush. Glancing down at Rob's hand, nestled in the lace of her slip, ~L~ynn opened her compact and looked in the mirror. She took the brush and gently, femininely, swirled it, for a moment, tapping off the excess powder. Then a quick brush across each cheekbone. A gentle click of the compact and her makeup disappeared...for the moment. "So, Rob, which one of me do you like best? The way I was dressed last week, in my jeans and a shirt, or my feminine side?" She held his hand on her lacy slip, resting hers atop his, keeping his hand in its place. Her smile disarmed him. He was being challenged. Tested. .... A man, he reasoned, would go for the jeans. A real man would. "You think about it while I freshen my lipstick, okay?"
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Now ~L~ynn was putting on lipstick. Not wanting to be caught staring at her as she freshened her lipstick, Rob decided, again, to appear disinterested. And it was the perfect chance to feast his eyes on those frilly dresses. After all, he had to look at something, didn't he? Those dainty little dresses were all around him. Illuminated. ~L~ynn was femininely humming, ever so slightly, as she freshened her lipstick. What was she humming? Rob had heard it before. "I enjoy being a girl," musically whispered the beautiful blonde, as she turned her favorite red liptstick back into the tube. "And...the winner is....?" Rob looked at her. "Well, you've had time to think about it. This side of me, or, the ~L~ynn in jeans? "I like this side," Rob answered. ~L~ynn moved closer to Rob. "My feminine side? I'm glad. So do I. I'm very girly. Very feminine. I used to love to wear frilly party dresses when I was a little girl. Just like these here." ~L~ynn got up , walked over to a rack of especially frilly dresses, and pulled out a white satin party dress. It was bridal satin. Ruffled white lace generously encrusted the bodice and sleeves. Three tiers of beautiful lace-trimmed white tulle served as the dramatic overlay. Pale pink rosebuds dotted the stiff satin skirt. Frilly. Dainty. Lacy. She returned to the settee carrying the rustling frock by its pink satin hanger. As she turned to sit down, next to Rob, she rested the dainty dress across their laps. "I loved wearing pretty little dresses just like this. Isn't it pretty?... I know what you're thinking," she laughed softly. "W-w-hat? What am I thinking" Rob guardedly asked. "You're thinking only a sissy...I mean...a sissy girl would ever want to wear something this frilly. I told you I was a girly-girl, Rob... But, yes, I agree with what you're thinking. Some of these dresses are a bit frilly. I suppose a few of them are just a bit on the sissy side. What do you think?"
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Now Rob had another chance to defend his manhood. Refuse to answer the question. Change the subject. Tell her he had to go...somewhere...anywhere! It would be another defining moment for Rob. But ~L~ynn was just so beautiful. So persuasive. So feminine. So controlling. "Know what I think, Rob?" she interrupted his silence, "I think only a sissy would wear this dress, A real sissy girl. Limp-wristed, prissy...sissyish. I know I'm girly, but that's too frilly and dainty even for me. So do we agree on this dress? Or did you give your opinion yet, Honey......Think of it this way, if you were a girl, would you wear this dress? " Then she took the dainty confection, stood in front of him, and held it against her own body. "All it needs is a mass of short stiff petticoats. Lacy ones." Fluffing the stiff white satin dress, she held it against the front of her short skirt. What do you think, Honey, would I have been a sissy girl for wearing this dress?" Now she moved closer to him, dangling the frilly frock directly in front of him. I've changed my mind. I love this little dress. So does that make me a sissy girl? ...... Rob? Rob, are you....blushing? Why are you blushing? Rob?" The beautiful blonde dropped the sissy dress directly onto his lap. Then she reached behind her, removed a couple of bobby pins, and fluffed out her thick silky blonde hair, sat down again, and began playing with the overskirt of the sissy dress as it rested in Rob's lap. Fingering the lace- trimmed tulle, and caressing the stiff bridal satin, remarking about the frilliness of the lace trim, ~L~ynn moved in. .... and in her best little feminine and sweet girly-girl voice, whispered to Rob, "You're blushing.....you're not a little sissy boy, are you, Rob?"
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"No........" That was it. That was his answer to ~L~ynn's defining question. Rob had been deserted by his manhood. A simple no was all he could muster when she had stunned him with THE question. Where was his resistance? Where was the fight? He was just sitting there. Saying nothing. Dead silence. She fingered the lace of the dainty party frock lying in his lap. "Maybe you're a sissy wannabe? Or are you just in denial? Afraid to admit it? Vulnerable to strong, powerful, stunningly beautiful, feminine...very feminine women. You did say you preferred my feminine side, didn't you? So, my little Rob. Are you a sissy or just a little sissy wannabe? Tell me. It can be our little secret," whispered ~L~ynn. "Please don't call me a sissy." "Oh Baby, I didn't call you a sissy. I just asked if YOU were a sissy. I wasn't calling you one... There are ways of finding out, you know. Would you like me to try one right now? We'll know in a few minutes...right now...whether or not you're a little sissy boy...or...how do I say this... a sissy girly boy. We do have to look at all the possibilities. Then again, maybe you're none of them. Just an average...guy. So, are you ready? What do you say? Ten minutes?" "You think you're going to prove that I'm a sissy in ten minutes...right here...right now?" "Yes. Call it feminine intuition. You wanna' play?" "Wait a minute, ~L~ynn. How does this work? What have I got to do?" "Simple. Just chat. The two of us. One condition. I control the topic. We'll know in less than ten minutes." "That's easy enough. So what's the topic?" "Simple, Rob. The topic is 'sissies.' Let me know when my time begins." He sensed her diligence, saying, "You can start whenever you want. Just tell me when you're starting." "I just want to continue our little chat from earlier, about frilly little party dresses. And the sissies who wear them...or need to wear them. You know, Rob. Girltalk...."
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~L~ynn took the frilly party dress from Rob's lap and walked over, dimming the lights...slightly. She placed it back on the rack. Rob was relieved...until she selected three more. These were a little larger in size, but just as dainty and frilly as the white satin frock he had just been confronted with. "Now don't start blushing again on me when we look at these pretty dresses. Sissies always blush when they are forced to admit their vulnerability to frilly little party dresses. Dainty little frocks. Oh, and their 'sissy panties,' satin, with row upon row of ruffled white lace. I know all about such things. Robbie, would you wear a pair of sissy panties for me? Really frilly ones. Full of lace ruffles. A big pink satin bow in front? Or... would you try to resist me?... My brave little man? I brought these three adorable little dresses over here to ask you to pick out the girliest...the sissiest. Let's see if we agree. A girly-girl and a sissy. Which one would choose...if you knew I was going to put YOU in a dress," the beautiful blonde asked femininely. Again, Rob had no answer. "You do know that as soon as I prove you're a sissy girly boy, I'm putting you in dresses." Why? Why would you do that?" Rob asked, devoid of pride. "Because sissies wear dresses. And you're going to wear dresses for me. And under every dress, you'll be wearing petticoats. The stiff lacy petticoats. All sissies should wear petticoats, shouldn't they, Rob? Are you ready for me to put you in a frilly dress and petticoats? Reaching for her clutch, she pulled out her blush brush and gently touched up her cheeks. Closing the compact, she stunned him with her next comment, "Reluctant sissies need to be petticoated..."
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Rob swallowed again. Or at least he tried. His throat was dry. He felt the first bead of perspiration on his eyebrow. And yet.....she was so beautiful. Her blonde hair swished from side to side as she pranced about, enjoying the moment. "You're not a little sissy boy, are you, Rob? Hmmmmmm...? You wouldn't stand for a beautiful woman...a girly girl like me...to prove that you really are a sissy. A reluctant sissy?" "Stop saying that, ~L~ynn. Stop calling me a sissy. Please..." "Say 'pretty please' for me, okay?" She knelt down and gave him a girly little peck on his cheek." "You see, I'm not a sissy. Isn't your time up." "Actually, Rob, I still have seven minutes left. Take my hand. Come with me. Over here." Rob followed. He was not going to refuse this beautiful woman now. On the display shelves with the dainty little party dresses, ~L~ynn revealed ..... "Petticoats! Aren't they just sweet?" She held up a frilly confection of particularly stiff net, and taffeta, multilayered, sparkling white, with every rustling tier generously trimmed in ruffled white lace. Small pink satin bows adorned the lacy petti. Shaking it in front of the frightened boy, she held it against her own waist and sashayed in front of him. The she boldly walked right up to him, and told him to stand up straight, "Stay still...just for a moment. Pretty please. There, that's better!" Loking down at her little mouse, this beautiful and cunning kitten dangled this object of distinctly girly femininity in front of him. His biggest weakness. His greates vulnerability. "Isn't it pretty, Rob?" she teased. I just adore petticoats. Especially the ruffly and frilly ones...like this. She kneeled down to the shorter boy, and held the petticoat squarely against his waist. Her perfume was intoxicating... And then a sudden surge of male resistance came to Rob as he angrily brushed the frilly petticoat away. "A reluctant sissy boy, huh?" She looked down at his pants, discovering the tell-tale sign of an excited little sissy boy. "Just remember what I said about reluctant sissies, Rob."
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"Whoa. That was some good wine, wasn't it?" Rob had to get out of Cinderella. If he could just escape from here now. No more talking. Just a quick "I've got someplace to be. I have to go." Get back to the city. Regroup. Invite her to come down and go out with a group of his friends." "Sooooo...have I proved my point?" ~L~ynn asked Rob. "What point? What are you talking about?" "The part about you being a sissy...did I make my point?" "NO! You didn't prove anything." "Oh okay. If you had been wearing makeup, no blush would have been necessary. You're so funny... Do you know what I think, Rob?" He looked at the blonde beauty, and proudly retorted, "I think you've had too much wine, ~L~ynn. That's what I think." "And I think you are trying to hide a little sissy in there who wants to come and play with me." "Listen, some friends of mine are all going out next Saturday night...in the city. Some big party. Why don't you come with me?" Rob asked her. Looking sincerely disappointed, ~L~ynn respectfully declined. "I've already made plans, Rob. I'm sorry... A few friends are coming over to my place next Saturday night...I've got an idea," she smiled, fingering the ruffled lacy hems of the stiff petticoat, resting on his lap......"Why don't you join us?"
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"I'll call you." "I know you will." ~L~ynn said. Two days later Rob called to say he would take her up on her invitation for Saturday night. "Great!" "I'm playing golf Saturday morning. I just need to know...where and when." We're all going up to a friend's house. It's in the country. Secluded. We need to leave here not later than five o'clock. Pick me up at the store. I'll be waiting outside." "What should I wear?" he asked. "A nice sport jacket would be good. I'm wearing a dress." ~L~ynn's friend Jennifer was a very successful psychiatrist in Boston. Jennifer was smart. And Jennifer was pretty. Dr. Jennifer Haynes was a very youthful-looking thirty-two years old. Jennifer was tall, almost 5'10." Long jet-black hair, dark brown eyes, thin lips, and a drop-dead smile. She had had her country home in Connecticut for generations. She and ~L~ynn had been sorority sisters. ~L~ynn had sent her the records of Rob's internet interests and Jennifer called immediately. She suggested ~L~ynn "bring the darling boy to me for a chat." They decided to have a small get-together. "No more than a couple of girls," said Jennifer. ~L~ynn responded, "I'm bringing Angie." "Good choice," Jennifer replied. We all know each other already. Just three girlfriends..." "And Rob," said ~L~ynn. "What time?" "Seven o'clock," said Jennifer. ~L~ynn and Angie met for coffee every afternoon that week to discuss Rob's interests. "He has a weakness for all things girly... but he does adore those frilly little dresses. Satin and Lace. Party dresses and petticoats. Makeup. Femininity." " ~L~ynn smiled. "Didn't you forget one, Angie?" ..... "Didn't you forget...humiliation?"
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~L~ynn went to the city to buy a short white chiffon coc-ktail dress. And while she was there, she bought an exquisite white satin chemise. The lacy silhouette underneath her sheer dress would make for an interesting ride to Jennifer's. A matching white lace bra lay beneath the lacy bodice of her satin chemise. She decided to pull her blonde tresses back into a ponytail, held together by a white satin and lace hair ribbon. Stiletto ivory heels enabled her to tower over Rob. Her pale pink patent leather clutch held her makeup. The BMW arrived precisely five minutes ahead of time. As she exited Cinderella, she stood up, waved sweetly to her date for the evening, and waited for him to get out of the car and open the door for her. My god, he thought, as she towered over him... so feminine. The lacy chemise below ~L~ynn's white chiffon dress was overpowering Rob. He HAD to look at her. Soft pink lipstick and a light blue shadow dramatically shaped the beautiful blonde's face. "You look very cute, sir," she said to Rob when he got back in the car. "You look beautiful." "Oh, do you really like my dress? " She looked down at her lacy slip, fluffed out her sheer skirts, and asked, "Do you like my slip, Rob? Isn't is pretty? I love the lace." She pulled his right hand and placed it on the hem of her short skirt. It did nothing to hide her lacy slip. Then she navigated his fingers to pick up the chiffon hem, lift it up, and provide a clear view of her slip. "Feel the lace? Isn't it pretty? I'm so lucky I'm a girl. I'm happy you like my feminine side, Rob. I love sharing it with you. Being all girly for you. You know, when I'm dressed in a pretty dress, lacy undies, pretty makeup, I feel totally in control. Totally..."
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~L~ynn also was carrying a package daintily wrapped in pale pink paper and a white lacy ribbon which was tied in a pretty big bow. Images of pretty ballerinas in white tutus adorned the paper. "What's with the package, ~L~ynn?" Rob asked. "Oh it's just a little gift," the blonde beauty said. "And how did you play on the course today?" "One under par. And I left some strokes out there around the green. I couldn't putt." Now he was in his element. Talking sports. Guy stuff. He could tell she was impressed. Enough of this "sissy" talk, he thought to himself. He was able to keep the conversation to sports with her all the way to Jennifer's. He was slowly getting his male confidence back. There would be other guys here. He'd talk sports with them. Get away from the women. He'd show ~L~ynn. A narrow road led them several miles into a secluded part of the country. A huge stone brick mansion came into view. This place was big. Even with his money, Rob had seen few homes to rival this. The immediate grounds were walled and gated. When they stopped at the gate, a high feminine voice greeted them. "~L~ynn? Is that you?" "Hi Jennifer. It's us." "I'll open the gate. Just drive right up to the front of the house." Rob pulled his car to the semicircular brick driveway in front of the house. He helped ~L~ynn out of the car and he realized how much smaller he was than her. Her heels added five inches to her already 6-ft. height. As they walked toward the front door, a small gust of wind blew ~L~ynn's chiffon skirts, affording her little male acquaintance a generous view of her femininity. When the door opened, another tall, beautiful woman looked down at Rob, shook his hand firmly, and said, "I'm Dr. Jennifer Haynes.. You must be Rob." Before he could say anything, Jennifer hugged her friend ~L~ynn, and stepped back to admire her pretty dress. "Very girly tonight, huh? What's the occasion?" "Rob likes my feminine side, Jennifer." She raised her eyebrows, looked down at Rob, and smiled.
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The women had done their homework: All of Rob's little late-night rendezvous with certain websites; his activity in front of the store window of Cinderella. His vulnerabilities. His weaknesses. They knew them. All of them. But they had decided to allow spontaneity to rule the evening. Well, sort of. Jennifer was wearing a white silk blouse with a short black skirt. Her legs were encased in suntan stockings and she was wearing 4-inch black pumps. And, of course, the clear evidence of a very lacy white bra revealed itself thru her sheer silk blouse. Red lipstick. Very red. Her long jet black hair was held neatly and tightly in a bun. Rob could only imagine what this beautiful woman might look like with her hair down. As they entered a large parlor, or sitting room, Rob noticed the clicking of the womens' high heels on the oak floors. Entering the parlor Rob saw the other woman...beautiful, but just a little less feminine-looking. This was Angie. Shorter than the other two women, her almost boyishly short brown hair and impeccable makeup made her more cute than the other two. But her little black slipdress injected a certain femininity that made her a very beautiful woman, too. Angie was only about two inches taller than Rob, and rose up from her chair, wide smile, to walk over to him and introduce herself . "Hi Rob. I'm Angie. I own the little cafe across the street from Cinderella. You are familiar with Cinderella, right?" She exchanged a smile with ~L~ynn as she waited for him to respond. ~L~ynn responded for him. "Yes, Angie, Rob is familiar with Cinderella. Aren't you, Rob?" Rob answered, "Y-yes, I...I'm vaguely familiar with Ciinderella. It's a bridal shop." "Oh! It's so much more than just a bridal shop, Rob. So much more!" exclaimed ~L~ynn. The women shared a laugh...at Rob's expense. "Where's everyone else?" asked Rob. "'Everyone else,' honey?" ~L~ynn replied. Who said there was anyone else here tonight?" "Silly me!" Of course there is someone else. I almost forgot..." Jennifer and Angie exchanged inquisitive glances with each other. "Yes, Jennifer, Nancy is coming, too." "Nancy? Who is that?" `Rob asked. "Oh, Nancy is a new dress designer for Cinderella. I just adore those frilly little satin party dresses she has been showing in my window recently," ~L~ynn said, smiling. She called and said she would be running a few minutes late. Actually she's bring a few sample dresses for us to examine. I'm trying to get a rush order for a few of the frilliest ones. I'm so happy she will be joining us for our little party this evening. Aren't you. Rob?" He swallowed hard. His mouth was dry. Three beautiful women waiting for his response. "I thought there were going to be some guys here." "Men. Who needs them?" Jennifer retorted. "Besides, Rob, you don't want to share three ... er, four, beautiful women with anyone, do you? Of course not, unless we intimidate you..." The three women laughed gaily as Jennifer asked all of them to take a seat. Jennifer and Angie sat in nice leather chairs while ~L~ynn led Rob to a small loveseat. As she sat down, her white chiffon skirts spilled over onto Rob's lap. The lacy outline of her exquisite white satin chemise was staring back at him, almost daring him to make a run for it. And then took her cluth, opened it, rummaged through its contents momentarily, pulled out her lipstick, and asked Rob to hold the clutch for her while she freshened her lipstick.
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Rob held the beautiful blonde's makeup...reluctantly. He looked for a place on the loveseat to move it... to no avail. So he just let it rest in his lap. Jennifer and Angie smiled softly at ~L~ynn as she opened her lipstick, applied it femininely to her soft lips, blotted, and then turned to her boytoy," Oh, Honey, look inside for my compact, please." She glared at him, deftly played with the hem of her short white chiffon skirts, and waited for him to comply. There would be no respite for Rob. The pregnant silence of the room. Three beautiful women with their eyes fixed on him. Should he refuse? Should he pretend he didn't hear her? And then, he summoned up enough courage, meekly, to ask ~L~ynn, "...uh, compact? In here?" He held the dainty makeup clutch in front of ~L~ynn. "Of course, Dear. Just look inside and rummage around until you find it, Rob. I need to check my lipstick in the mirror." What would he do now? The women stared. He stared back at them. And then he looked at ~L~ynn, as if to beg her not to force him to do this. She just smiled, and as he opened her makeup bag, ~L~ynn nodded approvingly at her two girlfriends. Rob acquiesced. "That's a good boy, Rob." He struggled mightily to find the compact first. But he had to get past the clicking sounds of eyeshadow, blush, lipsticks, until...finally...her compact was in the bottom. As he retrieved it, she looked at him squarely in the eyes, and asked, "Will you open it and hold it for me, Dear, like a good little boy.....?
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Would this finally be Rob's defining moment of resistance to ~L~ynn's plan to petticoat and feminize him? Moreover, this was blatant humiliation. Jennifer and Angie were watching Rob. Would he meekly go? Would he hold ~L~ynn's compact mirror for her? "I'm not doing that, ~L~ynn. You need to do that." There. He'd said it. He breathed a huge sigh of relief. The womens' eyes shifted to ~L~ynn. "Are you sure, Robbie? Hmmmmmm...? After all, I am trying to look girly for you. You do like my feminine side, don't you, Honey? I do, too. I love being all girly and femmy for you. Makeup. Lace. Perfume. Now...please...pretty please...Robbie, hold my compact for me while I check my makeup. I promise not to take too long. Just the normal girly-girl stuff. Lipstick. Gloss. Eyeshadow. Blush. Eyeliner. Mascara. I want to be especially girly and feminine for you tonight. While the poor boy shook his head weakly in resistance, ~L~ynn quickly handed her compact to the man, opened it for him, and then directed his semi-steady hand to hold it while she played in her makeup for at least five minutes, carrying on a casual conversation with the girls. As she checked her lipstick one final time, ~L~ynn took the compact from Rob, gently closed it, and dropped it back into her makeup bag. "Thank you, Rob." "No problem," her sullen date responded. "Rob," Angie asked the man, "I understand you're a very good golfer." "I'm a two handicap. I'm pretty good," Rob readily replied, relieved that the subject was now on sports. For the next half hour, the conversation ranged from sports to finances. Jennifer asked Rob for some market tips. It was as though these women had just let poor Rob off the hook for the rest of the evening. They had had their fun with him. And now he was holding his own...his male own...in the conversation. He felt as though he had passed some kind of a test. But at least he HAD passed it. And then the conversation was interrupted by a ring of the doorbell. Jennifer excused herself to answer the door. "Oh Nancy! You're finally here...!"
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Nancy was beautiful. And young. Not more than 25 years old. Nancy was a wedding gown designer, primarily. But she also was very passionate about another line of dresses. Frilly dresses. Very frilly dresses. She adored designing them. And they were a lucrative business. The 5'10" blue-eyed blonde's steely eyes met Rob's as soon as she entered the room, wearing a white linen dress, her lacy lingerie visible underneath. She walked over to Rob, leaned down, and took a firm grip of his softish hand. Her hand tightened like a vice for a couple of seconds. Then she leaned over and gave ~L~ynn a peck on the cheek, giggling as she whispered something in ~L~ynn's ear. Wine was served as the conversation turned to business. Nancy's business. "So, Nancy, I understand you're designing dresses for Cinderella now," Jennifer said. What kind of dresses are you making for ~L~ynn?" "Party dresses for girls. Very frilly little dresses. Dainty and lacy. Very feminine. They're very high quality. Satin. Bridal satin. Tulle. Lace. Very girly. But they are fun to wear...at least occasionally. They're special occasion dresses. Extremely frilly." ~L~ynn asked Nancy, "Didn't you say you had some samples for me to see? Did you bring them with you tonight?" "Yes, they're out in the car. Shall I bring them in?" ~L~ynn asked her girlfriends if they minded "discussing just a little business with pleasure this evening. Angie, Jennifer, do you mind?" "Of course not!" Angie said. Jennifer concurred, adding, "I'd love to see them, Nancy. Is that okay with you, ~L~ynn?" "Of course. I'd like your opinions." "I'll be right back," Nancy said, getting up from her chair and going out to the car." Then she added, "I might need an extra pair of hands with these dresses. Rob, will you give me a hand, please?"
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What would a stunned Rob do? He'd heard the beautiful dressmaker ask for his assistance. ... He should just say no ... But they were dresses. Frilly dresses... After all, he remembered, the women were very clear about Nancy's specialites: bridal dresses and frilly little party dresses... Rob wanted to just say no. But Nancy was so beautiful. And so feminine. And ~L~ynn sat there, close to him on the sofa. The sheer white satin skirts of her minidress lay there next to his fingertips, her floating chiffon skirts making no effort to conceal the 6-inch snow white lace hem of her ultra-feminine satin chemise. And now the beautiful blonde was about to disarm him just a little bit more in their relationship...this time in full view of her feminine girlfriends. So when ~L~ynn's boytoy hesitated to give a response to the beautiful dressmaker's request for some "assistance," ~L~ynn baited him. "Honey, be a nice boy and go help Nancy with the dresses so we can see them. Okay, Sweetheart? So ALL of us can see them. Pretty please?" The accent was on one word, "All." That meant Rob would be sitting here...with all of these beautiful women...looking at frilly little dresses. And likely listening to them talk about about the dresses ... Rob had to take a stand. Ask to watch a ballgame on television. Surely this place had satellite. Excuse himself from the group. Declare himself a guy's guy and leave. .."You're not afraid of a few dainty little party dresses are you, Rob?" the feminine dressmaker asked the frightened man as she returned to the room. Then Nancy walked over to stand directly in front of Rob, reached down as he sat on the sofa, and held his hand...firmly...even more firmly than earlier. Pulling him up from his seat...he only hesitated once...and dragging him from the room, Nancy laughed, and announced, "Girls, we'll be right back with our dresses." She winked at her girlfriends squarely in the eye, wanting Rob to see her. "Come with me, Rob." He never had a chance to say no. He had waited too long... "You're going to adore MY pretty little frocks!"
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"Did you see that!" Angie laughed, as soon as Rob had been ushered from the room. The three women shared a brief laugh before Jennifer interjected, "Girls, he's not going to be out of the room for very long." Jennifer was all business. "~L~ynn, you've got to convince him the two of you need to stay up here tonight. I have the perfect little guest room ." As ~L~ynn giggled and nodded approvingly at Jennifer, the loud rustling of satin, taffeta, net, and tulle were heard while the poor boy carried two handfulls of dainty, frilly party dresses into the room. Pale pinks and whites. Frilly confections adorned with wide satin bows and pink and white ruffled lace. Frou-frouing skirts. Cotton candy for a sissy. Following closely behind Rob, and carrying two bright shiny stainless steel dress racks was Nancy. She directed Rob to the center of the room, him holding the frilly frocks as she set up her display. While Rob obligingly held the frilly dresses for this beautiful and determined dressmaker, ~L~ynn asked him, "Aren't those adorable little dresses, Honey?" Rob swallowed hard, looked over desperately at ~L~ynn's friend Angie ... for mercy...for anything...but only watched her perch on the edge of her chair, in her feminine black slipdress, eagerly awaiting his response, and watching him dutifully stand in front of these beautiful women, obediently holding the dainty little dresses. She pressed him for a response. "Isn't the pink tulle prettty, Honey?" Rob swallowed hard. He tried to think of something to say. He cursed himself for not standing up to the beautiful blonde. The easiest thing for him to do would be to say ""uh-huh" and go on. So he did. He just agreeed with ~L~ynn. And before ~L~ynn could respond, Angie looked at Rob, squarely in the eye, stopped smiling, and said, "I would never have worn dresses like those. Too girly for me. Too dainty." And then, tugging at the lace hem of her black slipdress, Angie smiled at Rob and said, "Only a sissy would wear a dainty little dress like that, don't you agree, Rob?"
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Rob froze. ~L~ynn did not, saying, "I wore a frilly little dress to church every Sunday. And petticoats! It just had to have petticoats. Stiff net petticoats. Lacy. Girly. And ruffled lace satin rhumba panties ... White and pink Mary Janes. I had to wear frilly dresses for every Sunday, for over seven years ... Those little dresses were so short. I couldn't hide my petticoats no matter how hard I tried. By the time I was about ten, I felt like a sissy, too. But my mother forced me to wear those short dainty little dresses every week until my twelfth birthday." ~L~ynn paused, then continued, looking at her frightened little male friend. "Occasionally, though, I miss the swishing and swaying of a short, stiff lacy petticoat beneath a short frilly party dress. When I first wore them, I adored them. They made me feel so girly." Angie replied, "I was more of a tomboy, I think. I really didn't like wearing dresses until high school. But I could have never worn anything as girly as those dainty things." She pointed to Rob, who was cemented in his place, holding the rustling frilly dresses , and asked, "Rob, the pink tulle you have in your right hand." Angie pointed to it, and Rob, pretending to know nothing about "pink tulle," sort of shrugged his shoulders as if to ask, "Which one?" "That one there." Angie pointed, as he fumbled through the satin hangers holding the frilly dresses, and fidgeting with a very short ballerina pink tulle party dress, its cascading pink clouds billowing out to an above- the - knee length. Dainty white satin bows adorned the short semi-tutu-like frock. The satin bodice was trimmed with white pearls and the short sleeves adorned with three inches of ruffled pink and white lace. The boy finally managed to separate it from the other dresses he was still holding. "Bring me that dress, Rob." As he pulled it out and held it out in front of Angie, Rob asked, "This one?" He struggled to hold it out for Angie to verify. Rob knew there had to be at least fifty layers of tulle skirts on the dainty dress. It was beautiful. It was girly. But it wasn't even the sissiest dress Nancy had brought with her, either. The pink tulle clouds were so vast they almost blocked his eyesight as he delivered the dainty dress to Angie "Yes, I'll take this one ... I'm saving it ... for later."
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While Angie and ~L~ynn had been reminiscing about their earlier years, Rob was being divested of one frilly dress after another ... one at a time. Nancy and Jennifer had been discussing the "evening placement" of each one of the two racks of frilly dresses. They seemed to be taking far more time than necessary, interrupted often by Jennifer's occasional whisper of something in Nancy's ear. It was almost as if Jennifer was directing the arrangement of the dresses as well as the placement of the two dress racks. Jennifer would move her hand, point, nod, point again, and continued until she was satisfied. But one dress remained. One extra dress. And Rob was holding it. Everybody else had taken a seat. Jennifer looked at Rob, and sitting in her overstuffed leather chair, slowly crossed her legs, the hint of her lacy white slip exposing itself to him. He saw it. She knew it. And then, it was gone. A brief glimpse of this beautiful doctor's lace was quickly covered up by the deft motion of her quick hand. And then very clinically told Rob to take his dress, far more sissy than most of the other dresses, back to his seat on the sofa beside ~L~ynn... He couldn't believe what was happening to him. And then...for the first time...the first time ever...he felt it...oh, did he feel it...his face...it was burning. His face was on fire. Such embarrassment...such...such...humiliation...he never knew it would really be like this. He was being forced to carry the frilliest dress of all, stiff white bridal satin and frothy ruffled white lace everywhere, with a wide pale pink matching bow tied beautifully in the back. Built into the frilly frock was a double curled layer of pale white organdy, stiff enough to accommodate several more layers of stiff lace petticoats. The dainty dress was short ... and ultrafeminine. Poor Rob made no attempt at all to resist the firm, feminine Dr, Jennifer Haynes. She knew EXACTLY the right dress to pick for him. And both of them knew it, too. And when she re-directed him to return to his position on the small sofa with ~L~ynn, he willingly carried the frilly party dress with him. All of the women were smiling approvingly at Jennifer. As Rob marched slowly to sit down with ~L~ynn, holding the frilly frock in one hand at his side, ~L~ynn's wide smile greeted him and she looked up at him, almost proudly, "Here, Honey, sit down right here ... beside me," she patted her hand at the spot for him to sit down close to her. Rob gazed down ar her white chiffon skirts, feasted his eyes on her white satin and lace chemise; her makeup so, so perfect. "Here, Honey sit right beside me." As Rob lowered himself onto the sofa, up close to this beautifully feminine woman who had just reminisced about seven years in frilly party dresses and petticoats ... the frilly dress HE was holding fell into his lap. And before Rob could rearrange it, ~L~ynn had already made sure to place the top half of the dress in her lap. Rob got the skirts. All of them...
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~L~ynn took a moment to fluff out the stiff skirts of the glistening white bridal satin party dress and fingered the flounced ruffled white lace hems. It was the frilliest white lace Rob had ever laid eyes on. And now it was in his lap! "My Mother would have had me in this dress," ~L~ynn commented. "And she would have had me in petticoats, oodles of them!" Turning to Rob, ~L~ynn asked the poor boy, as the other women looked on, "Robbie, if you had ever seen me in this frilly little dress, wearing oodles of rustling lace petticoats, would you have called me a sissy girl?" Rob was silent. The room went silent. Rob couldn't respond. What could he say. Now ~L~ynn was using the "s" word freely. Then she took the frilly dress and held it out, directly in front of her. She playfully fluffed its stiff lacy hems and shook the dress several times, "just to listen to it swish." It was obviously too small for her, but she had made her point. "You wouldn't call me a sissy for wearing this frilly little dress, would you, Honey?" She followed his eyes up and down the dainty confection, and the returned it to his lap. "No, ~L~ynn, I wouldn't call you a sissy for wearing that dress." "Thank you, Honey." she kissed the little man gently on his mouth, supremely confident that the mild cherry flavor of her pink lip gloss had met his lips momentarily. Then she fluffed out her own sheer chiffon skirts as Jennifer left to open a bottle of wine. When Dr. Haynes returned, she offered to take the two dresses being held by Angie and Rob to a guest bedroom. ~L~ynn thanked Jennifer, Rob was relieved to be rid of the dress, and Jennifer left to go down the hall once more to a guest bedroom, carrying the frilly confections. She returned with wine glasses and two bottles of red wine. The lights in the parlor were dimmed, save for where the dresses were displayed. The beautiful tall doctor shut the doors to the parlor behind her. For the next two hours, each dainty little dress was discussed by the women. Rob boycotted. He said little. So he drank wine. Every time they poured, he held out his glass. They got out of their chairs and chatted girlishly for the next two hours about the dresses. How frilly they were. How dainty. How girly. Rob tried again to take a firm stand. After a few early attempts by ~L~ynn to engage her boyfriend, she finally ignored him as the women decided which of the dresses ~L~ynn would purchase for her display windows at Cinderella. And then after they had finished, Jennifer suggested that everyone stay the night. After all, she said, they had consumed two bottles of wine, and it was a long drive back to ~L~ynn's. When Rob heard this, he wasn't exactly sure what this would mean for him until seconds later his question was answered when he heard Jennifer ask, "~L~ynn, will you and Rob be sleeping together tonight?" Before Rob could answer, ~L~ynn enthusiastically answered, "Of course!" She leaned over and gave the man a long, watery, deep kiss into his mouth. His knees tingled. "Then it's settled," Jennifer quickly responded, smiling at Rob. She took out an old key and handed it to ~L~ynn. "It's the second bedroom down on the left. Here's your key. For privacy." She smiled at both of them. ~L~ynn took the key from Jennifer, retrieved her makeup clutch, and then grabbed the small pink giftwrapped box she had brought with her from town. She wrapped her long feminine arms around her boytoy's left arm firmly, opened the door to leave the parlor, and escorted Rob from the room, whispering, "Good night, girls!"
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~L~ynn closed the door to the parlor as she and her male friend exited. Rob heard the other women giggling as the door closed. Now ~L~ynn quickly ushered her little friend to the very special guest bedroom Jennifer had decorated just for this evening. As ~L~ynn took out the key to unlock the door, she handed Rob her makeup clutch and the small giftwrapped package. Opening the door to the room, she led him inside. Rob hesitated in the entrance. His feet were frozen to the floor. The bedroom was huge! And feminine. Ultra-feminine. Girly. Pale pink walls and a white carpet with a slight pinkish hue. The bed was a large canopy bed. Pink and white satin bedspread trimmed in ruffled white lace. Pictures of ballerinas in tutus adorned the walls. A white makeup vanity in the corner with a pink satin-cushioned settee. Pink and white lace curtains. ~L~ynn was even stunned, too. Her girlfriend had done well. She had gotten a decorator to do the room in a matter of days. And then, said the cat to the canary: "Isn't this just an adorable bedroom, Robbie? We're going to have so much fun in here!" She slowly removed the satin ribbon from her hair, brushed her long blonde hair from her face, and led the frightened boy inside. Then she quickly inserted the key into the lock. "Good! Now I've got you all to myself." The young man stared and feasted his eyes on the beautiful blonde's lacy chemise showing through her sheer white chiffon dress. As they approached the feminine bed, ~L~ynn discovered the little frilly party dresses which had been the subject of the girltalk earlier in the evening now had been carefully placed on the far corner of the bed. The short white bridal satin dress gleamed in the light of the room. ~L~ynn moved quickly to the little confection, lifted it up by its satin hanger, and discovered a shiny stainless steel dress rack had conveniently been placed in the corner by the settee, directly in eyesight of the feminine bed. She shook the satiny and lacy confection, fingered its petticoat skirts, held it in front of her timid boytoy, and asked him again, "Are you sure you wouldn't have called me a sissy little girl if you had seen me in this dress when we were growing up?" Rob's throat was dry. He stammered. "Well....?" "No, of course not!" Rob retorted. His body language revealed his uneasinress. "Hmmm...I hope not. I might have had to get rough with you," she purred, now holding the frilly frock against him and fingering its stiff net petticoat skirts. "Let's hang it up right over here." ~L~ynn deliberately placed the dress on the dress rack and adjusted its skirts playfully, while humming, "I enjoy being a girl." Then she returned to the bed to retrieve the other little frilly dress, shaking its voluminous swishing pink tulle skirts teasingly in front of the boy, and hung it up, too. She positioned the rack slightly while first looking at the feminine bed and then at Rob, obviously aligning the frocks directly in line with where she would have Rob in minutes. "There," she said. Moving back to Rob, she girlishly asked him, "Rob, would you help me out of my dress, please?" Meanwhile, the conversation in the parlor revealed the Doctor commenting to her girlfriends, "Many sissies are so impatient. They cannot stand the suspense. Don't they realize that teasing them, toying with their innermost desires, their deepest secrets...why, that's half the fun!"
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In the pink, girly bedroom, behind the locked door, Rob was desperately seeking to regain some semblance of his masculinity. The exciting prospect of bedding this statuesque blonde beauty was heightened by what ~L~ynn might do to him in these surroundings of satin, lace and girly frills. It was now or never, he realized. He would have to take control in the bedroom. Conquer this beautiful object of exquisite femininity. Brag to his friends later on the golf course. String her along. Use her. Drop her. Move on. Just as he had done a hundred times before with other women. But this woman was different. It was as if she knew all about him. But how could she? Wasn't this just a coincidence? She wouldn't really...well, you know. And besides, in the end, when decision time came for Rob, his masculinity would win out. He would bed her. He would turn the tables on her. And yet as he sized up his situation...his dilemma...he sensed he was losing. The frilly little dresses ~L~ynn had strategically placed in full view of him. Her frequent use of the "s" word. The frilly lacy pink satin comforter. The girly bedroom. Now Rob caught himself breathing hard. His mouth was getting dry again. ~L~ynn stood in front of her little boytoy and towered over him as she made froufrou with her sheer white chiffon skirts, the wide lacy hem of her satin chemise peeking out at her little man. The beautiful blonde ran her tongue over her lips, smiled cuquettishly at Rob, and turned around, ordering him, "Now, Robbie, be a good little boy and help me out of my pretty dress...one button at a time. And then I have a little present for you." Giggling excitedly, ~L~ynn retrieved that mysterious small pink package, held it in her hands, and whispered girlishly. "Hurry, my boy..."
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The sweet smell of ~L~ynn's feminine perfume wafted through the room and her lacy white satin lingerie beckoned Rob to comply. He felt his excitement and knew he wouldn't be able to conceal it. But this was unlike any experience he had ever had with preceding women. Before he had always been in control. His status. His wealth. His good looks, albeit boyish. This time, he knew, he was not in control. And yet his urges were heightened. He momentarily thought about resisting this beautiful feminine woman in order to salvage his masculinity. To gain the upper hand. And then his eyes focused on the ...dare he think it...the little sissy dresses...~L~ynn had arranged for him to see. His fingers trembled. His mouth was getting drier. He was breathing harder. And then the feminine blonde laid an almost girlish little peck on the boy's cheek, whispering in his ear, "Unbutton my pretty dress, little boy. Let me show you my girly femmy lace...all of it. And then after I freshen my makeup, I have a little gift for you." She turned her back to him, held her long flowing blonde locks in her hand, and waited for Rob to remove her feminine white chiffon dress. He hesitated. He gulped. And then he acquiesced. One button at a time. ~L~ynn smiled to herself as she detected Rob's nervousness. His stumbling fingers taking more time than necessary. And yet as each pearl button pulled away, she could tell his breathing was heavier. His deftness at unbuttoning the dress was improving until, finally..."Good boy!" ~L~ynn playfully exclaimed. She stepped out of her dress, leaving her heels on, and turned to face him. "Now hold my dress for me while I get a hanger from the closet. Hold it upright until I return." As Rob held the feminine confection against his chest, the lacily-clad blonde returned with a white satin hanger. She eyed her boytoy prize holding the chiffon dress and looked at him examiningly. She didn't conceal the fact that she was imagining how he might look in her dress. As she nodded her head approvingly, the poor man defensively asked, "What! What are you thinking?" ~L~ynn raised her eyebrows a moment, fingered the wide lacy hem of her white satin chemise, and whispered, "Oh, nothing, really." Then she took the flowing chiffon dress from Rob and positioned it on the hanger. Returning from the closet, she directed Rob to sit next to her on the small settee directly in front of the vanity makeup mirror. On the counter was a variety of brushes, lipsticks, eyeshadow pallettes, blushers, mascaras...everything. Jennifer had thought of every little detail...
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The poor man resisted lowering himself onto the settee, next to the beautiful blonde in her lacy white satin chemise. She played with the lacy hem as he contemplated for a moment whether he should join her. He remained standing...frozen. He thought about his surroundings. The ultrafeminine bedroom. The pale pink. The satin. The lace. And, of course, the rustling satin party dresses displayed in front of him. ~L~ynn pretended to ignore him, picked up a long blush brush, opened a compact, swirled the brush in the glowing powder, and deftly applied it to her cheeks. Then, holding the brush limp-wristed, giggled at Rob, speaking softly, "Honey, help me select a lipstick for this evening, please." Rob swallowed hard. ~L~ynn waited for a response. Rob was attempting to act disinterested. ~L~ynn knew better. Feminine instinct, of course. She took her left hand and patted it beside her on the settee, motioning for the boy to take a seat. Then she took her hand and fingered the wide expanse of white lace adorning the hem of her white satin chemise. "Pretty please, Honey?" Rob wanted to say no. Resist her now. Deny himself the journey on which he knew he was about to embark. "That's okay, ~L~ynn. You choose. I have no idea about such things. Then we can have some real fun. Know what I mean?" He tried valiantly to present his best masculine facade. Pointing her blush brush at Rob, ~L~ynn replied, "Such a silly little man. Now, help me with my lipstick. You don't want me to get rough with you, now do you? You know you want me. But in order for that to happen, you need to... humor me. You're not scared, are you, Robbie?" She stared at the two frilly satin party dresses on the rack in front of them, took his right hand, and pulled him slowly down onto the settee. "There now, that's a good little boy..." Then she pulled several tubes of lipstick from the vanity table and asked him to hold them for her. There were several shades of pink. As each rich lipstick was applied, the woman would blot her lips, look in the lighted makeup mirror, and ask for his opinion. He would stammer with seemingly noncommittal remarks as the blonde beauty's deep blue eyes looked down between his legs, amused at his growing excitement. Settling on a "Cotton Candy Pink" lipstick, she congratulated Rob on his "knowledge of such feminine things. Did our little girly time excite you, Honey?" "Wh..wh...what are y...ou talk...king...about?" retorted the young man defensively. "Why Honey, don't sound so...defensive! You're obviously...excited! Is it my hot body? My blonde hair? My lacy lingerie? My makeup?... Well, which is it, my little man...?" Before he could answer, ~L~ynn took Rob's right hand, ignored a slight momentary resistance, and placed his trembling hand directly on the lacy hem of her chemise. She played with her lace...with HIS trembling fingers! "Isn't my lace pretty?.., Girly?" Rob swallowed hard. His face was burning. She was so beautiful. So feminine. So...dominant. And then she ordered him to "get more comfortable. Here, let me help you, Robbie...let me help you...out of those boring old boy clothes. Okay?..............sissy?"
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"What did you call me, ~L~ynn?" Rob asked angrily. Getting up from his position next to her on the settee, he continued. "I'm outta here! I'm not putting up with this. Where do you get off...calling me a sissy? Who the hell do you think you are anyway? ~L~ynn watched her boytoy move towards the bedroom door. He hadn't realized he would not be able to leave without ~L~ynn's help. After all, she had the key to the bedroom and its unique inside lock. As he reached for the doorknob, and it did not turn, he realized he needed ~L~ynn. Meanwhile, she sat at the settee, deciding to apply just a touch of shimmery pale blue eyeshadow. She pretended to ignore him. And now, again, the young man was captivated at this feminine beauty putting on her makeup... totally in control. "I have the key, Honey," ~L~ynn said quietly. "Now calm down. Come back over here and let's chat. Girltalk," she giggled. "Prove to me you're not my little sissy boy, okay? Tell me you aren't turned on as I put on my makeup. Sitting here in my lace. Talking girltalk with you. You're obviously excited by this. Now, be a man and take charge, Robbie. Throw me on the bed. I'll even help you out of your boy clothes. Be that macho guy other women think you are, sissy. Okay? Prove it to me. Prove it now." Rob hesitated. "Just give me the key, ~L~ynn. I'm leaving. I'm outta here." Instead of responding, ~L~ynn went back to her makeup, returning to the tube of "Cotton Candy Pink," lipstick, deftly opening the tube and reapplying a bit more, pursing her lips as she glanced at her beautiful feminine image in the mirror. Then she got up, slowly, deliberately, and moved to the two frilly little satin party dresses hanging on the stainless steel dress rack. She turned her back on the boy, removed each swishing confection by its satin hanger, and shook each one playfully, fingering and toying with the stiff satin sklirts. She nodded her head back and forth as she closely examined each dress. And then she took the white satin frock, in all of its lacy, satiny and ultrafeminine girly glory, turned slowly to face a stunned Rob, shook it frilly satin skirts in front of him, and whispered, matter-of-factly, "Sissies need to be petticoated, Rob. Don't you agree?" ......
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Meanwhile in the intimacy of the wood panelled study of Dr. Jennifer Haynes' expansive secluded country home, the three women were comparing notes while ~L~ynn entertained Rob in the sanctity of the frilly guest bedroom. "Girls,"the beautiful Dr. Haynes said, "At about this moment, little Rob is realizing that one needs to be careful about what one wishes for." The three women laughed. Angie asked Nancy, Cinderella's dress designer, about "possibilities." Nancy stated, with a twinkle in her eye, "They'll be sized perfectly for him. Very short skirts, of course. I think bridal satin. Tulle. Taffeta. Very swishy skirts, of course. There'll be no mistake when he's in this room next weekend. The accoustics are perfect!" "As is the lighting," Angie added. "And don't forget the hardwood floors, girls. His heels will sound very nicely as we order him about," added Jennifer. Then the beautiful doctor turned to Nancy, and said, "Petticoats. He must be wearing oodles of petticoats. Very stiff. Swishy. Rustling. Hissing. All of those girly sounds which will intensify his sissification...and his humiliation. How are you coming along with his petticoats?" "Oh, I've already started!" Nancy answered cheerfully. Crinoline. Net. Taffeta. Tulle. And I have already been shopping for lace. Very girly. Ultrafeminine. Ruffled white lace. Pale pink lace..." Dr. Hanynes interrupted her, "The lacier the better. And his pettis need to provide us a generous display of themselves in all of their swishy, lacy, sissy glory. Feminization must be swift. And thoroughly complete. And nothing defines a little sissy boy more than his petticoats. They are extremely effective in their emasculation of a sissy." Addressing Nancy again, Dr. Haynes asked, "How many dresses can you have finished by next weekend?" Nancy answered, "I'll have three seamstresses working around the clock. I stood next to Rob long enough to size him. And of course that was brilliant asking him to hold the dresses for us. He really is a little sissy, isn't he?" Angie countered, "He is. But I would have never known it had we not discovered him looking into the windows in front of Cinderella. I mean, he's a little small. But he plays golf...he's athletic...he seems like a normal guy...until..." Dr. Haynes finished Angie's thought, "Until the little sissy inside of him wants to come out and play..........Hmmmm, I wonder how ~L~ynn is doing?".......
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Beginning after Hmmmm, I wonder how ~L~ynn is doing?".......
In the private, locked seclusion of the ultrafeminine guest bedroom, ~L~ynn sweetly and demurely
asked her boytoy again to allow her to remove "those nasty boy clothes. Okay, Sweetheart?"..."
Pretty please? With a cherry on top?" She forced his trembling right hand to finger the wide
dainty lace hem of her white satin chemise. "Isn't my lace pretty? You do like my lace, don't
you, Robbie? Hmmmmmm....? I wore it especially for you. Especially for this evening." She looked
at the bulge between his legs. She smiled and noddded her head knowingly. Rob made one last
desperate attempt to break away. To take a stand. To reclaim his masculinity. "~L~ynn, you just
called me a sissy. I'm not a sissy and I resent you calling me one. Besides, you've had too much
to drink. Where's the television? I'm gonna go watch a ballgame. Until you sober up...and until
you apologize." "Ohhhhh, Rob, ~L~ynn's sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your little feelings. Please
don't cry." She skillfully reached for her blush brush, stroked her cheeks a couple of times,
and pointed the brush directly at her little man. Rob's face was flushed. He was breathing
heavily. And his fingers continued to rest contently on her lace. And his bulge was growing.
Rob felt the tension. And the excitement. He knew she wouldn't relent now. He wanted to demand
an apology. Demand it now. Give her an ultimatum. Apoligize or I'm leaving. But the words just
wouldn't come out. He was frozen. ~L~ynn was in control. "Rob, Honey, we never did finish that
little test we began in Cinderella. Do you remember?" Rob remembered. He remembered all too
well. In the back of Cinderella. Among the dainty party dresses. So he feigned forgetfulness.
"What test, ~L~ynn? I don't remember any test." However, he knew that his response had not been
convincing...She stroked her cheekbones once more, drew the blush brush perilously near her
boytoy's face, and matter-of-factly "reminded" him. "The sissy test, Rob. You're not afraid to
take it, are you? I mean, after all, you ARE a man, aren't you? So how is a silly little girly
test going to hurt you? Soooooo...you ready?" He gulped. He gulped again. He tried to say no.
The words wouldn't come out. Nothing would come out. ~L~ynn deliberatly removed the little
sissy's hand from her lacy hem and ordered him to stand in front of her. He acquiesced. She knew
he would. "There are certain conditions for this little test in order for it to be an effective
tool in determining how much of a sissy you are, Robbie. Okay?" Her voice was gentle. Feminine.
Firm. She smiled her cold deep blue eyes through his very soul. Crossing her legs and pulling
down her lacy hem, she continued to finger it as she spoke to her charge. "Now, I want you to
take off your shirt first, Robbie. Okay?" Rob gulped again. His face was on fire. He glanced at
the dainty party dresses displayed not far away. He thought to himself, "Thank God theyre too
small for me." She noticed his glance in the direction of the frilly feminine little dresses and
giggled, "Ooooooo, if only..." "If only what?" Rob asked. "Oh, nothing, Robbie. Nothing..." Now
Rob's hairless chest was exposed as ~L~ynn took the little man's shirt and threw it into the
corner. "We won't be needing that tonight, Honey." She looked down at his pants, used her blush
brush to point in the direction of Rob's belt buckle, and waited. She said nothing. Rob gulped
again. He knew what was next. His excitement grew. So, too, did his anxiety. Token resistance on
Rob's part led him to stand frozen. ~L~ynn watched, fingered her lacy hem with her left hand,
ran her tongue femininely over her fresh lipstick, and shook her makeup brush slightly in the
direction of his pants. Rob began slowly to unbuckle his belt. His fingers had never been so
nervous. He had done this thousands of times and now this time he was having trouble as his
fingers clumsily fumbled through an otherwise mundane daily task. Finally the belt was unbuckled
and he pulled it off. ~L~ynn reached out for it and unceremoniously threw it into the corner of
the room with Rob's shirt. ~L~ynn took no time in making certain that Rob followed with his
trousers. And then his socks. And finally, he was left standing in front of her wearing only his
boxer shorts. Standing in front of this beautiful, blonde, feminine, dominant goddess. She was
using her femininity to slowly strip him, literally, of his manhood. The makeup, lacy lingerie,
frilly dainty party frocks, the ultrafeminine girly guest bedroom had all taken their toll on
this little sissy- in- denial. And now ~L~ynn would use her own feminine dominance to toy with
her little man for the evening. "Are you ready, Honey? Are you ready to prove to ~L~ynn that
you're not a little sissy boy? Certainly a little girl talk can't hurt anything before we begin,
can it? Some girly chit-chat? I'll even let you pick the topic, okay? Lingerie, dresses, makeup,
perfume...petticoats, perhaps?
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That word again. "Petticoats." It had this mesmerizing effect on Rob. He knew he needed to leave
that room. Put on his pants. Demand the key. Leave. And not look back. Preserve his masculinity.
And yet he froze. His feet firmly planted in front of ~L~ynn. And this beautiful blonde,
fingering the lacy hem of her white satin chemise, aimed her makeup brush at him, and directly
challenged his manhood. "A real man would take this test." "Real man," Rob heard her say. What
he wanted to do...should do...was grab this woman, throw her on the bed, and..."Sooooo...are we
ready, Rob...bie?" He gulped. So what kind of a test is it?' "A sissy test," ~L~ynn repeated.
"How long is this...test?" Rob pleadingly asked. "It depends,"~L~ynn responded. "Although, I
believe with you, it shouldn't take too long." How will I know when the test is over?" Rob
pleadingly asked again. "Oh...we'll know. We'll know...Trust me, Honey." Poor Rob. Poor, poor
Rob. And now the tall beautiful blonde slowly rose from her seat, reached around with her
painted fingertips to check her lace, and pointed her makeup brush inches from the poor man's
frightened face. "Ready?" Rob swallowed hard. "Good boy. I knew you weren't afraid, Rob." Now
~L~ynn reached for the little femininely gift-wrapped package she had kept with her. The pale
pink wrapping paper with the white ballerina tutus design. Handing it to Rob, ~L~ynn baited
him, "A present from me for taking the test. Okay?" She sat back down, smoothing her lace before
taking her seat, and slowly crossed her legs. "You're not going to refuse my little gift, are
you? My frilly little gift...especially for you?" ... Rob took the dainty package and slowly
untied the wide pale pink satin ribbon. He handed it to ~L~ynn. "Such a pretty pink satin
ribbon. Very girly. I think I'll hold on to this for tonight. .."
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Rob stopped far a moment when he heard this reference to the ribbon. He looked at ~L~ynn. ~L~ynn
quickly redirected her cold beautiful blue eyes back to the dainty package Rob was unwrapping.
Rob's heart was beating fast. His fingers actually trembled ever so slightly. He dreaded what
was in that box. No, he didn't. Yes, he did. No, he didn't. His miond was racing. The
anticipation. The dread. Both. Now he wanted control. He always had before with every woman he
had ever been with. But this woman was different. So beautiful. Blonde. Feminine. Dominant. Rob
desperately needed to slow things down. But it was too late for that. Way too late...as he stood
motionless, with the beautiful ~L~ynn knowing his vulnerabilities and overpowering him with her
ultrafemininity. She "persuaded" him to cotinue. "Go ahead. Open it. Isn't the paper adorable?"
No answer from Rob. He "proved" his "masculinity" by ignoring her remark. His heart was racing.
"Try to save the paper, Honey. Okay?" Rob carefully, meticulously, s-l-o-w-l-y removed the
paper. Very slowly. For some reason, he wanted to stall. To prolong it. Perhaps, even, to
demonstrate to this beautiful feminine blonde, he still believed he could prove to ~L~ynn that
he was opposed to this "test." "Faster, Honey. Okay? After all, I told you this wouldn't take
long." Rob moved quicker. The pretty paper was off and he handed it to a grinning ~L~ynn's
outstretched hand. There was no tape on the pale pink box that came next. So Rob lifted it off.
Handed it to ~L~ynn. Peeled away the rustling pink and white tissue paper. He noticed the ever
so slight but sweet smell of perfume. And finally Rob's trembling fingers reached their
distination. Lace. Ruffled lace. White. Pale pink. Very ruffled. Very feminine. Girly.
Ultrafeminine...sissy...very, very...sissy. All he could see was the ruffled lace. Save for the
hint of white bridal satin beneath the frilly lace. His fingers felt the lace. Yes,it was real.
It was ruffled. And girly. Very girly. His frantic hands' search for a waistband did not take
long. There it was. Beneath the lace. And now...he would be confronted with reality. resisted
removing them from the remaining white tissue surrounding this very special pair of panties."
"Take them out, Honey. Okay? Here, hand me the box." Mark's excitement did not escape his
dominant girlfriend's eyes. Zeroing in on her prey, ~L~ynn used her most disarmingly feminine
persuasions, her lace and her makeup, to coax the dainty lacy sissy panties from the box and
firmly in the hands of her sissy boytoy. Mark swallowed hard. Even by his private standards,
these panties were even lacier and girlier than any he had ever seen as he cruised the internet
late at night searching for the sissiest of sissy...
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But this wasn't the internet. Cyberspace was a place where Rob had always been in control. Sissy
searches: "Petticoat punishment;" "Forced feminization;" "Frilly satin dresses;"
"Sissification..." He gulped. This was real. ~L~ynn was real. "What am I doing!?" Rob suddenly
exclaimed to himself. Instinctively he held the ruffled lace sissy panties in disdain and handed
them to ~L~ynn, declaring, "These are yours. They're definitely NOT mine!" There. He'd said it.
He was taking a stand. ~L~ynn took the lacy satin sissy panties and held them up in front of
Rob, carefully fingering the rows of ruffled white and pink lace, and pointing out the two large
pink satin bows adorning the front. "They are pretty, aren't they, Robbie? So...girly. Feminine.
There was a time, many years ago, when I wore frilly panties just like these under my party
dresses and petticoats. I felt so girly. Isn't it a pity boys never get to experience panties
and petticoats? At least most boys don't. However...there are a few little boys...men...who need
to wear ruffly dainties. Sissies mostly. Girly boys. I've seen them. They have that glazed look
in their eyes when they see a pretty dress, especially dainty little party dresses. And then
there are those 'special' sissy boys. The boys who are in...denial. They're desperately trying
to prove their masculinity. Trying to assert themselves. They play sports. They date certain
girls who wear what they're told to wear. Mostly weak women. But then that little sissy wannabe
encounters that one woman...the woman who knows all about a sissy. She knows his weaknesses. His
vulnerabilities. His inner secrets. Do you know any boys like that, Robbie? Hmmmm? Sissy boys?"
Rob tried to answer the beautiful blonde. This incredible woman who was seemingly toying with
him. She continued to play with the rows of ruffled lace as she invited him to "Take my little
sissy test." And then ~L~ynn looked directly at the poor man's growing excitement as he sttod in
front of her. She smiled knowingly. Licked her lips. Tasted her own lipstick. "Oh my, this
girltalk seems to be having an effect on you, Dear," ~L~ynn giggled girlishly. "Perhaps you DO
know little men like those I've described? Sissy boys? Girly boys?" "Of course not, ~L~ynn. None
of the guys I hang with. You've had too much wine. You don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh really? Hmmmmm...follow me." The beautiful tall blonde rose slowly, checked for wrinkles in
her lacy slip, and took the poor man's hand firmly. She laid the sissy panties on the satin bed
comforter. "We'll come back to these later," she laughed, looking Rob dead in the eye as she
smiled and gently laid the satin and lace confection on the frilly bedspread. And now she
directed, pulled, poor Rob towards the two frilly satin party dresses hanging directly in front
of the bed. Pulling the white bridal satin party frock off the rack and holding it by its
matching white satin hanger, ~L~ynn deliberately approached the poor man swishing the frilly
frock as she moved directly in front of him. "Now, Robbie, once and for all, answer the
question: Don't you just adore the dainty dress? The ruffles. The frills. The lace.The stiff
bridal satin? Perfect for a pretty girl? Even more appropriate for a little sissy boy? Here,
take the dress, Robbie. Hold it in front of you. Imagine being forced into that dress by...by me.
Doesn't that excite you, Robbie? It excites me. Oh god, does it ever excite me..."
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"I'm n...not w...wear...ingggg...those!" Rob cowered, pointing to the ruffled lace sissy panties ~L~ynn dangled menacingly in front of his wide eyes. "Give me your boxers, Rob. Let me have them...now," calmly requested the blonde beauty. "Come on, give them to me." She towered over him and took just a moment to finger the wide lacy hem of her white satin chemise. She pursed her lips slowly. "I'll let you see my pretty satin and lace bra." She smiled sexily. Rob gulped again. His eyes pleaded with ~L~ynn to stop. But he said nothing. The room was silent. And then, in desperation, he pleaded, "~L~ynn, please don't make me wear...th...th...ose," he pointed to the ruffled white lace sissy panties she continued to dangle. "Honey, I NEVER make promises I can't keep. Besides ONLY a sissy would wear these? You would agree with me, right, Dear?" She laughed. He stammered. ""Your boxers, Honey, please?" Rob gulped. He sighed. ~L~ynn waited. She dangled the frilly ruffled lace sissy panties. And slowly, very s-l-o-w-l-y...the hapless man's boxers came off. All "indicators" were positive. "That's a good boy, robbie. We're going to have so much fun tonite." She quickly grabbed the boxers from him and disposed of them underneath the frilly bed. And then she boldly handed Rob the dainty, frilly sissy panties, "Here, Honey, hold these for me while I show you my pretty bra." She placed the dainties in the poor man's shaking hand and then slowly removed her white satin chemise. As she folded it femininely, she remarked, "It is such a pretty little slip, isn't it, robbie? So girly. Feminine." As she laid it on the bed next to the dainty party frock, she noticed her boytoy's greedy eyes fixed on her matching white lace satin bra and panties. The bra was ever so feminine. Lacy and satiny. Her breasts were magnificent! He couldn't help but notice the small pale blue satin bow between the white satin cups of her bra. "Do you like my pretty bra, Honey? It's very lacy. And I adore the satin straps. Isn't it feminine? Is it girly enough for you? And don't you just adore the pretty little satin bow? You won't think of me as 'macho' for the pretty blue bow, will you?" she giggled...
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And now the time had come. In a frilly bedroom. In an old large elegant home on a secluded estate. This beautiful blonde. Dominant. Feminine. And determined. "Put them on, robbie. Here." She dangled the ruffled lace and satin confection with her right fingers while her left hand reached forward to pull his trembling hands towards the dainty confection. The poor man's "sissy indicator" was rising noticeably. This was ~Lynn's~ chance. And she knew it. She also knew these particular sissy panties were double-lined in cool soft bridal satin. Ahhhh yes, the inside was lined with the same cool white satin that lay beneath the multiple layers of ruffled white lace completely covering the outside. And the pert pink bows in the front would be that extra permanent reminder to Rob that his sissydom had been exposed. The little man gulped as the lacy frillies were transferred to his trembling fingers. "I...I...I..." ~L~ynn interruped, "Yessss?" "~L~ynn...please...puhleeeeze" he begged. But ~L~ynn would have none of it now. "Of course you can!" she said. "Your sissy indicator is betraying you, robbie! Put them on! Now." There was a certain finality in her voice that Rob had not heard before. She was taking control. And now...a defining moment. The silent room. It's overstated ultrafeminity. The frilly dainty party dresses. And the beautiful ~L~ynn. Indeed, it was overwhelming to the poor boy. "Put them on, sissy......" Rob's face was on fire. His sissy indicator was betraying him. And the dainty panties were the laciest, girliest, and dare he say it...sissiest...he had ever seen. And as ~L~ynn towered over him, he realized he wouldn't be getting out of this one. Taking the ruffled lace sissy panties between his trembling fingers, he nervously slid them up his mostly hairless legs. The bridal satin swished. The rows of ruffled white lace were all that could be seen. Remaining seated on the satin comforter of the girly bed, he slowly pulled them up...and over his sissy indicator. "There, that's better," ~L~ynn smiled triumphantly. "Now stand up for me. Perfect!" She pulled the sissy panties up just a bit more and fingered the ruffled white lace while the poor boy dutifully stood in front of her. "How adorable! You DO like lace, don't you, Honey?" She laughed. "I chose these because of the dainty lace. I know how sissies adore lace. Especially the ruffled danty lace like you have on now." She played with the pink satin bows nestled gently in the ruffled white lace. Then she ordered him to pick up the frilly satin party dress that had been laying on the bed. The party frock that was, fortunate for him, too small for her to force him into. But that didn't stop ~L~ynn from wondering aloud, "I can't wait to put you in one of these frilly little dresses..."
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Rob's startled eyes darted up towards the beautiful blonde. "Wh...wh...what....?" "Silly boy!" cooed ~L~ynn. She shook one of the dainty party frocks in front of the wide-eyed Rob, swishing the satin skirts and making frou-frou with them. "Come with me, Honey," she directed the pantied sissy. After laying the frilly dress back on the satin comforter of the feminine bed, she guided him towards the satin cushioned settee and directed him to sit down with her. "Chat with me, Honey, while I freshen my make up. Okay?" she purred femininely. After Rob had obediently, and nervously, lowered himself onto the settee, ~L~ynn moved her long, feminine left hand towards the ruffled lace of his satin sissy panties. As she toyed with his frilly lace, she took her right hand and reached for a tube of lipstick. Opening it and sliding the lipstick from the tube, she pointed it directly at him, edging it perilously close towards his frightened face. He recoiled in horror. She giggled. And then she stated, laughing, "I just bet a little lipstick would do wonders for your sissy indicator." She glanced down at his sissy panties. Then she slowly, femininely, skillfully applied lipstick to her own lips. After pursing her lips and running her tongue ever so slightly over them, she turned the tube to redirect the lipstick back safely into its container and place the cap back on. And then she reached for her blush brush. Taking it in her right hand, she pointed at him, and ordered him not to move. She took the brush and ever so slightly swirled it onto each of his cheeks. His face was on fire, and his sissy indicator, nestled in the cool satin of his sissy panties, responded excitedly. "You don't even need blush on!" the beautiful blonde exclaimed. "You're already blushing! How sweet!" She opened her blusher, deftly swirled her brush in the powder, tapped it, and applied a slight amount to her own cheeks. "I love playing with makeup," she whispered to the mesmerized boy. "It's soooooo...so....girly. Sissies love makeup, too." Don't they, robbie?"...
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~L~ynn's pantied boyfriend gulped, "I...I..I'mmmmmm...not...a...a...sissy. P...p...puhleeze don't call me a...a...s...sis...sissy, ~L~ynn." The beautiful blonde's blush brush came closer to his reddened cheeks. If he moved, he would fall off the satin cushioned settee. As she pointed her brush at him, she gazed at the layers of ruffled lace which made up the satin sissy panties she had cajoled him into wearing for her. She was a tigress now. "Of course you're NOT a sissy, rob," she giggled, her tone dripping with feminine sarcasm. But his sissy indicator was straining beneath its satin and lace prison in search of freedom. His face grew hotter. His eyes focused on her lacy white satin bra and its awesomely feminine contents. ~L~ynn pulled the blush brush back and swirled it gently across each of her cheeks. Laying it on the makeup vanity, she turned to her frightened boytoy and asked girlishly, "Does it excite you to watch me play in my makeup, Honey? Don't you wish you could play with my makeup, too? Eyeshadow, lipstick, blush, mascara? A little touch of gloss, maybe? It's so girly. Feminine. Of course, you're just a silly man. Now...if you were a sissy..." The poor man interrupted her by pleading, "I'm not a sissy. I told you already," he instinctively placed his shaking hands over the front of the layers of dainty ruffled lace which made up the sissy panties she had forced him to wear for her. It was a modest effort to conceal his sissy indicator. ~L~ynn mused, "Of course you're not a sissy, Honey. Why don't you prove how masculine you are by taking me and throwing me onto the bed...be a man...take control...because if you don't, well..." As she spoke the poor boy felt the bulge getting larger beneath its satin and lace prison. And then ~L~ynn firmly pulled rob's frightened hands away from their attempts to conceal his impending descent into petticoats, lace, and...yes...those ever-present frilly dainty dresses...
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And it was those frilly little dresses he could not get out of his mind. The dainty frock ~L~ynn had just made him hold up in front of her. The numerous dresses he had been forced to hold for the ladies earlier that evening. Thank God the ones in this feminine bedroom were much too small even for his boyishly short frame. His thoughts were interrupted by the beautiful blonde ~L~ynn as she caressed the dainty layers of ruffled white lace adorning the front of his sissy panties. Her long red fingernails nestled in the frilly white lace made a strong contrast to the poor boy. A message of assurance. Yes, his masculinity was slipping away as she caresseed and fingered the ruffled white lace, toying with the pink satin bows, whispering in his ear, "Are you my little girly-boy? My sweet little sissy?" And then she gently invited him to move with her from the settee...and over to the feminine bed. ~L~ynn was in control now. Any chance the poor man might have had at reviving his masculinity for this evening was forfeited...The beautiful blonde woman skillfully took the remaining party frock resting conspicuously across the satin bedspread and forced it into Rob's trembling hands. "Hold this frilly little dress for me, Honey, please." She wouldn't allow him to refuse. She thrust it upon him and watched his frightened reaction as the stiff satin skirts rustled enchantingly. She positioned herself on the pretty feminine bed and pulled several satin and lace covered pillows against the gleaming white headboard. Positioning her beautiful long feminine body on the bed, she tapped her femininely manicured fingers for the frightened boytoy to lay alongside her...with his frilly dress, of course...
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The poor little man couldn't resist the beautiful feminine ~L~ynn. As he positioned himself on the bed next to her, it only took a nod of her head, her blonde hair flowing, to remind him to keep the frilly little party dress draped over his small body. It lay atop the ruffled lace satin sissy panties she had forced him to wear moments earlier. As he feasted his eyes on Lynn's lacy white satin bra and its beautiful feminine contents, ~L~ynn reached down to rustle the dainty satin skirt of the little frock laying squarely across her boytoy's body. Her long fingers toyed with the rustling satin and lace skirts. Rob gulped. He gulped again. His face was still on fire. The humiliation he felt at not being able to assert himself, as most men would, was obvious. Femininity overwhelmed him. ~L~ynn delighted in the moment. "So, robbie, how is your little sissy indicator doing now, hmmmmm...?" She giggled girlishly. She gently lifted the swishing satin skirt of the dainty dress to reveal Rob's satin and lace ruffled sissy panties. The bulge was becoming more noticeable as she fingered the lacy skirts of the dainty little dress. "I just adore this little dress, don't you, Honey? It's so satiny. It's deliciously lacy. Very girly, don't you think? I remember many years ago when I might have worn a frilly little dress just like this one. With stiff petticoats beneath. And lacy trim on my pettis. For all the boys to see. Tease them. A few of those little boys were sissy-boys. Do you know how I knew they were little sissies, robbie?" ... He swallowed hard, unable to answer. His face was burning, red with shame. "Well, do you, honey? Let me tell you how I knew some of those little boys were sissies. Those were the boys who always came around me when I was wearing my daintiest, frilliest, shortest little party dress with layers of stiff petticoats. I could see it in their eyes. A glazed look would come over them. Sort of that faraway look. I delighted in teasing them with views of my lacy petticoats. They would follow me in my yard everywhere I went. And I would make frou frou with my skirts and show off my pettis. Their faces would get red...like yours. They would be unable to speak...like you. They would act nervous. Like you. Sometimes," she giggled, making frou frou with the frilly little dress laying on top of Rob, "I would talk about my frilly little dress in front of them. Ask them if they like it. Solicit compliments on my lacy pettis. I would finger the lace hems of my stiffest petticoats, playing with the dainty lace as I watched them oogle with envy. I loved doing that to little sissies," she laughed. "So, my little sweetie, how are you doing with your sissy test now?" Removing the dainty little dress to reveal the poor man's ruffled lace satin sissy panties, she giggled,"Were YOU one of those little sissies I teased, robbie?" ...
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This blonde, feminine temptress was weaving her web of satin and lace around her hapless little boytoy. Rob's mouth was dry. His face flushed. And as ~L~ynn moved in he was unable...unwilling to muster any semblance of masculinity. And now ~Lynn~was experiencing total feminine control for the first time. It was as intoxicating as the wine they had shared earlier that evening.. What lay beneath the rows of ruffled lace and shimmery satin of her little man's sissy panties was calling out to be released from its satin confines. Her prey just lay there...still mesmerized. Undeniably excited. Passive. ~L~ynn now slowly removed the dainty frilly party dress from atop the poor man and laid it to one side of the bed. And then a thought came to her. "robbie, Honey, do me a small little favor, okay? Pretty please?" The poor lad signalled his acquiescence by simply looking into her beautiful ice-blue eyes. She slowly licked the lipstick on her lips. Then ~L~ynn handed the dainty frock to the boy and ordered him to place it back on the display rack with the other frilly little dress. She ordered Rob to swish the skirts of the frilly frock until she was satisfied with its position. And then she told him to move the rack containing the dainty satin dresses until it was positioned directly in front of the feminine bed. His sissy indicator continued to press against its satin and lace confines of his ruffled sissy panties. "There, Honey, that's better." The frilly little dresses were now prominently displayed at the end of the bed, directly in front of the soon-to-be petticoated sissy. And then, femininely but sternly, ~L~ynn stated, "I believe you've passed my little sissy test." Rob tried to respond...to disagree... to counter. Nothing. And then, in the ultimate triumph, this beautiful controlling blonde, whispered in her little plaything's ear, "I'll do the rest, sissy boy..." She dimmed the lights of the ultrafeminine bedroom and proceeded to reward her little boytoy for successfully passing his first test...
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As the bright morning sun shone through the windows of the ultrafeminine little sissy bedroom, Rob found himself entangled in the masses of pale pink satin sheets and a matching satin and lace comforter. The two frilly little party frocks still were positioned on the dress hanger menacingly at the end of the girly bed. Sitting on the settee and putting on makeup in front of the lighted mirror was the beautiful ~L~ynn. Her long blonde hair was cascading down her shoulders and the wide lacy hem of her white satin chemise nestled at her thighs. As she meticulously applied her eyeshadow, rob imediately realized he had been pantied...again. The row after row of ruffled white lace was all his shaking hands could feel as he reached down to varify the satin confines of his sissy indicator nestled in the bridal satin lining. He desperately tried to remember the events of the night before. He only remembered that he had never experienced anything like that before. Ever. He also remembered that ~L~ynn had been firmly in control and very definitely on top of things. What would he do now? Rip the humiliating sissy panties from his body? Demand his underwear? Look for his trousers? He wanted to do all of those things. But he couldn't. The pathetic little sissy was too mesmerized by this dominant blonde goddess adorned in her own satin and lace, deftly applying her makeup. She was soooo feminine. And rob? Well, rob's eyes were too busy greedily concentrating on ~L~ynn's femininity . A contradiction of the proud male having "conquered" the beautiful woman the night before. But he knew better. He had conquered nothing. He reached down to feel his sissy indicator getting excited by the beautiful ~L~ynn in all her feminine glory. As it pressed for release from beneath its satin and lace confines, rob knew it was She who had conquered him. For a fleeting moment he conjured up thoughts of never seeing her again as soon as he could escape her Doctor friend's beautiful estate. He would get his male clothes in due time and resolve never to see ~L~ynn again...
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"Good morning, Honey!" ~L~ynn interrupted rob's thoughts as she reached for her blush brush. Rob was too stunned to reply. He could only remember he was still pantied. ~L~ynn's beautiful smile and piercing blue eyes turned and faced her startled boytoy as he lay amongst the pink and wite satin and lace of the feminine canopied bed. "Wasn't last night just so much fun?" And then she dropped the bomb: "That was some of the best I have ever had! I had no idea a little sissy could be so much fun in bed!" The poor man stammered for a response. Another desperate opportunity in which to reclaim his masculinity. But as he watched ~L~ynn swirl her blush brush in the powder, tap it, and then daintily apply it to her cheeks, he could only remember the ecstasy from the evening before. Her domination. Her beauty. Her feminine power. The more she had whispered those girly suggestions in his ear, the more excited his sissy indicator had become. How could he forget? He couldn't. His desperate attempt to deny his thoughts and the events from the night before had failed him. He knew the deal. And so did she. And then ~L~ynn continued, sweetly coaxing him from beneath the covers to join her on the settee as she applied her makeup. Yes, she knew what that night had been for her little boytoy. And she knew what it had represented for her, too...
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Rob managed to extract himself from beneath the pink and white satin sheets, still attired in his ruffled lace sissy panties. His sissy indicator already had renewed its excitement, barely concealed by the ruffled lace. And while the poor man felt he needed to remove the sissy confections,, as pangs of guilt and...yes, embarrassment, surfaced, he could not. He swallowed hard. "Honey," ~L~ynn spoke softly, "before we leave this morning, Jennifer will ask you to join us again for our next little weekend of fun. She will only ask you one time. She will expect an answer from you. If you decline, she will never invite you again. "Wh...wh...when is that next weekend, ~L~ynn? I might be playing golf," Rob half-heartedly responded. "June, Honey. Father's Day weekend. The girls will be getting together up here for a long weekend. Friday and Saturday nights. We'll have so much fun, Honey! Remember, though, Jennifer never gets turned down more than once...We can ride up here together again." Rob thought for a second, eyeing the blonde beauty, desperately wanting to decline, remembering that was the weekend of the U.S. Open golf tournament. He and his buddies already had rented a condominium for the whole week. They would be drinking beer, playing poker, and going to the golf tournament for that whole week. They had been doing it every year for five years. And there would be plenty of women there, too. He couldn't back out on those guys. He just couldn't. ~L~ynn never said another word. She finished touching up her makeup, changed into a pair of jeans, her lacy white bra, and a sheer white blouse, retrieved Rob's male clothing for him, and told him she would meet him in the same room they had met in the night before. "Honey," ~L~ynn said as she left the bedroom and her new little sissy boytoy to ponder his thoughts, "I'll be with the girls. We'll be having tea before you and I leave. Jennifer will be expecting an answer to her little invite. Please don't disappoint me. Okay?" She closed the door to the feminine bedroom. Rob eyed the two little frilly party dresses which had added to the ambiance the night before. Still attired in his ruffled sissy panties, he gave in to his urge to quickly examine each dainty little frock in his moment of privacy. As he fingered the stiff bridal satin and frilly lace of the dainty little dresses, his sissy indicator strained within the confines of its own satin and lace prison. Now wanting to arouse any suspicion with ~L~ynn by remaining in the room for very long, he removed the sissy panties and began to change in to his male attire. By the time the poor boy had put on his shirt and pants, he realized the strong smell of delicate perfume permeated his body. And before he left the bedroom for the last time, he returned to the satin covers. Yes! They had been lightly perfumed and now it was impossible to remove it from his body. A final glance at the two dainty party dresses, and he shut the door behind him. Upon making his way into Dr. Jennifer Haynes's study, he saw these beautiful women engaged in girly chit chat, sipping their tea. Nancy, the beautiful dressmaker who now worked "exclusively" for Cinderella, was discussing "one particular little dress which would be quite appropriate..." "Oh! Hi Honey!" ~L~ynn interrupted Nancy. "How nice of you to join us girls for tea." The poor man meekly entered the room, almost fearful that ~L~ynn might divulge the events of their night together in the bedroom. He knew he was the center of attention. ~L~ynn motioned for him to join her on a leather couch. As soon as he sat down beside her, she planted a long wet kiss on his frightened lips. Her tongue slid deeply into his throat. "You are soooooo hot in bed, Rob!" she giggled as the girls stopped sipping their tea, and looked up to see the poor boy's reddened face. Meanwhile, Jennifer, dressed in a short white linen skirt and pale blue silk blouse, slowly crossed her long legs. The hint of a white lace slip peeked out, immediately grabbing poor Rob's attention. "Rob, you seem to have had a delightful weekend with ~L~ynn. How would you like to return for our next little retreat?" Rob swallowed hard, hoping against hope it would not be his golf weekend. "Father's Day weekend, the third weekend in June. We'll be here from Friday till Sunday. Just us girls. Nancy will be showing us a fabulous new collection of especially frilly little dresses and I have a special guest who will be joining us. A surprise guest. You'll be fascinated by her. We will be discussing behavior modification, particularly for boys. Our guest is a slightly older woman with a certain amount of first-hand experience. So will you be joining us, Rob?"...... All eyes were on ~L~ynn's boytoy. Rob knew he had to come despite what it would mean for his relationship with the guys. He remembered what ~L~ynn had said about refusing Jennifer's invitation. In a less than forceful voice, he meekly answered. "I'd love to join you." "How delightful!" Dr. Jennifer Haynes exclaimed. Then she turned to ~L~ynn and laughingly said, "He's a 'keeper', ~L~ynn." ... `
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The few weeks that passed saw Rob increasing the number of his "secret" rendezvous to Cinderella at early-morning and late-night times. He was spending many other hours on his computer, searching endlessly for anything to satisfy his insatiable sissy appetite for satin and lace. As ~L~ynn's detective friend kept her informed of Rob's internet activities, Dr. Jennifer Haynes was forwarding this vital information to her "mysterious" friend, the older lady who would be joining the girls in June. ~L~ynn continued to present more and more dramatic and ultrafeminine party dresses in Cinderella's display windows. She was informed that Rob had quit going to New York and was spending his time on the computer, on the golf course, and in front of Cinderella when it was closed. His sissy obsessions and fetishes were feeding the woman's master plan to feminize and petticoat him. ~L~ynn was not seeing him, save for a couple of morning coffees at Angie's cafe. Absence truly would make Rob's heart grow fonder, she reasoned. And he had now stopped dating those girls in New York. The evening before the retreat to Jennifer's, ~L~ynn called her boytoy to say how much she had missed him. She had used her involvement with Cinderella as her excuse for being so busy lately. "So many girls are buying dresses this time of year, Honey!" she exclaimed. "The little frilly ones are so very popular! However, Cinderella will be closed Saturday so you and I can spend a nice relaxing weekend in the country. I'll be ready at four. Pick me up at Cinderella. Okay? Oh, by the way, Friday evening is formal. Jennifer enjoys dressing up from time to time. I bought you a suit, okay? You'll love it. I had it made especially for you!" "But ~L~ynn, you don't even know my size." "Of course I do, Honey. It's a woman's job to know her man's suit size. Trust me. See you tomorrow." She abruptly hung up the phone before Rob could say anything else. Meanwhile, Rob returned to his computer, searching "petticoat punishment," "petticoated," "petticoats," "sissy dresses,"...if only he knew. The next afternoon Rob pulled up in front of Cinderella in his black BMW. It seemed to be a symbolic vestige of masculinity for the latent sissy. ~L~ynn was standing outside Cinderella. Wearing a sheer silk pale yellow shirtdress, mini-length, with a white lace minislip underneath, and white stiletto pumps, ~L~ynn towered over Rob. And she knew it, giving him an almost triumphant smile. She had to bend down to kiss him. This time she was carrying a small overnight bag and a garment bag. "Now don't look, Honey," she said, looking at the garment bag. "Your new suit is in there. I want to surprise you with it when we arrive. Okay, Sweetie?" She was too beautiful to resist. Rob simply nodded yes. As he opened the door for the beautiful blonde, he watched her lower herself into the leather seat, smoothing out her short skirt. The white lace of her silky chemise exposed itself. The bottom button on ~L~ynn's pretty dress remained unbuttoned. Rob knew it had been deliberately done. And ~L~ynn wanted him to know. After another quick kiss on Rob's cheek, ~L~ynn noticed a light red smudge on his cheek. She smiled and rubbed it in, a trick she had used on her own cheeks as a substitute for blusher. Pleasantries were exchanged and then ~L~ynn asked Rob, "I wonder who this mystery woman is who will be joining us tonight? Jenifer always has the most intriguing guests. The only thing they have in common is that they are always very strong women. Powerful women. Very successful in their vocations." Rob didn't answer. He just drove, not wanting to believe what he had told himself last night during his final late-night searches to satisfy his fetish for satin and lace: "Be careful what you wish for..." Meanwhile, ~L~ynn smiled to herself and recalled what Dr. Jennifer Haynes had said on the phone two evenings ago: "Sissies are always so impatient. They want instand gratification. On their own terms. Well, they're not in charge. We are. And we decide when it is time to put them in their place. And I have just the woman to assist us"...
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Friday afternoon Rob pulled his BMW in front of Cinderella to pick up his girlfriend. ~L~ynn was wearing a short yellow silk shirtdress. She had left the bottom two buttons unbuttoned so her man would be tantalized by the lavish lace hem of the white satin minislip she was wearing. She was carrying an overnight bag and a garment bag. When Rob got out of the car to open the door for ~L~ynn, she asked him first to open the trunk. After seeing Rob's leather suitcase in the corner, she slid in her overnight bag, and the garment bag was carefully placed inside, too, with maximum effort to avoid any wrinklling. "This is your new suit. I oredred it especially for you. I just know you'll love it, Honey!" She gave Rob a girly peck on his cheek, asked him to close the trunk, and waited for him to open the door for her. The initial part of the trip to Dr. Jennifer Haynes' estate was ~L~ynn's indulging her boytoy in conversation about his little macho things: golf, baseball, etc. She asked him if he had heard from his friends who were carousing at the golf tournament all week. "Oh yes," Rob answered, "They're partying every night and going to the tournament every day." Looking down at the lacy hem of her satin slip, the beautiful blonde smiled, replying, "And did you tell your guy friends you were spending the weekend with the girls in the country?" She giggled. Fingered the lacy hem of her feminine slip, coaxing a hesitant response from him. "Uh...uh...n...no! Of course not!" She laughed. Stroked him on his right thigh. The pink fingernail polish of her slender, perfectly manicured hands, causing him to breathe deeply. Her overpowering femininity. And then she revealed a bit more of her lace, opening a third button of her dress. "What did you tell them you were doing this weekend, robbie?" She fingered her lace. Moved closer to him. She played with the ends of her long flowing blonde hair. Twisted it into a curl. "Did you tell them you were spending it with me? Your girlfriend?" Recovering his aplomb for a few seconds, Rob gulped and managed to say, "Yeah. I told them you and I were going off for the weekend." ~L~ynn smiled. Planted a wet kiss squarely on Rob's lips. Jennifer Haynes' estate was just a few miles ahead. "We're going to have so much fun, Honey." And then, feigning surprise, girlishly said, "Oh my, my slip is showing!" To her poor little man's dismay, she buttoned all the buttons of her pretty dress, covered her lace, looked at Rob triumphantly, and declared, "We'll save my lace for the bedroom!" At the end of the long road to Jennifer's estate Rob stopped his car in front of the gate, rolled down his window and pressed the intercom button. Dr. Haynes cheerily responded, "Hi Rob! Hi ~L~ynn! You're the last ones here. Welcome!" The gate opened and Rob drove to the front of the expansive house. ~L~ynn asked Rob to open the trunk, handed him her overnight bag, took the garment bag, and shut the trunk before Rob could get his luggage. Before he knew what had happened, ~L~ynn ushered Rob to the door. The beautiful Dr. Jennifer Haynes answered the door. She was wearing black silk pants and a sheer white blouse. Her beautiful white lace bra was clearly visible. Her 5-inch black stiletto heels made her even taller than the poor man. After hugging ~L~ynn, she leaned down and gently kissed Rob on his cheek. "~L~ynn, I love your dress! It's so pretty!" "Oh, thank you, Jennifer. I just bought it in the city recently." "Let me take you and Rob to the guestroom. It will be the same room you two stayed in the last time you were here." Noticing Rob's casual dress, Jennifer asked him, "You did bring a suit, dear, didn't you?" Before he could answer, ~L~ynn held the garment bag in front of her friend, "I bought him a new suit, Jennifer, especially for this evening!" "Oh!" Jennifer's eyes widened. "Marvelous. Let me show you to your room so you can dress for this evening. The other girls are already here. Take your time, ~L~ynn. We're just catching up on our girltalk." With that, Jennifer quickly led ~L~ynn and Rob to their guest room. As they made their way down the hall, Rob wondered...would the room be as frilly as it had been before? Taking the key from her pocket, Jennifer opened the door, saying almost matter-of-factly, "I've made a few subtle changes, ~L~ynn. It's a bit frillier than it was the last time you and robbie were here. Lacier curtains, a frillier comforter..." and then, in the corner of the room, three racks of dresses...frilly dresses...dainty dresses...yes, sissy dresses...lacy, satiny, rustly...girly. Jennifer never said a word. Rob's eyes widened. He gulped. His face reddened. He was on fire. These dresses...yes, these dresses...appeared to be...no, they couldn't be...of a discernibly ...larger size...than those that had been here the last time. His eyes were fixed on the dainty frilly frocks. He couldn't help it. Fear gripped him. Jennifer and ~L~ynn exchanged knowing glances. Rob was frozen. His sissy indicator was not...
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Dr. Jennifer Haynes handed ~L~ynn the key and said to her friend and to Rob, "Now, don't keep us waiting, you two! I have a wonderful guest who is just dying to share her thoughts on behavior modification." With that, she laughed gaily, turned on her heel, and left. ~L~ynn quickly closed the door to the frilly bedroom, locked it securely, and interrupted Rob's thoughts, "Honey, take off your clothes so I can show you your new little suit. Okay?" Rob was frozen. He now feared those dresses might fit HIM! . He chose to pretend to ignore the dresses, and say nothing about them. Instead, he slowly began removing his shirt first, then his jeans. The beautiful ~L~ynn held her hand out, signalling for him to hand her each article of his male clothing as he removed it from his body. Finally, he was down to his boxers. "Okay, ~L~ynn, let's see how well you did choosing my suit. I hope it's an Armani." "First, your boxers, robbie. Hand them over." "But ~L~ynn, my suitcase is in the trunk in the car. My underwear is in it." "Honey, I've taken care of everything, even your underwear." "Okay, where is it?" "It's in my overnight bag, Sweetheart. Now hand me your boxers," Rob refused. "Go get my suitcase, ~L~ynn, please." ~L~ynn didn't answer. She just held her hand out, waiting for him to hand over his boxers. "Please?" Rob again meekly asked. "No." ~L~ynn coldly answered. "Your boxers, robbie, hand them over to me. Now." "B...b...but...," the poor little man stammered. "Your boxers, sissy." There. She had called him a sissy. She had really done it. "Wh...what...did you c...call...me?" "You heard me, robbie. I called you a sissy. Just look at you, Honey." She pointed to his excited sissy indicator. She glanced at the frilly dresses, and then smiled at him. "Your boxers, rob." She raised her eyebrows. "Don't make me put you in a dress for the evening, sissy boy." His sissy indicator expanded. "I will, you know. Or...we can keep these frilly little dresses in the privacy of our bedroom. Now, what is it going to be, robbie? A frilly little dress for a dainty little sissy or a cute little suit for my special boy? I won't ask you again. I'll just put you in a dress for my girlfriends to see. Now you decide. And don't dilly dally." Rob gulped. To be humiliated in front of those women exceeded any fantasy he might have dreamed about. And suddenly he didn't desire it. In the end, he had to preserve what little masculinity he could. He just could not imagine the abject embarrassment he really would feel if those beautiful women really did see him in one of those dainty little party dresses. And so he reluctantly pulled the boxers down, stepped out of them, and handed them over. "That's a good boy. Now, see. That wasn't so hard, was it. Oh my, aren't you the excited little man! Are you thinking about me forcing you into one of those frilly little dresses, Honey? You know I'll do it, don't you. Be on your very best behavior this evening or you could end up in petticoats!!!" The poor boy stunningly looked at the beautiful blonde at her mention of petticoats. "Yes, little robbie, Nancy, my dressmaker friend, is unveiling her special collection of petticoats this weekend. She has promised me they will be ultrafeminine, and especially lacy and dainty. They should be ideal underneath those sissy party dresses. So be extra careful with your behavior, Honey, or you could end up in dresses AND petticoats!" Then she gathered up every item of his male clothing, unlocked the door, stepped outside, and called Dr. Jennifer Haynes to the door. Rob heard her tell Jennifer, "We won't be needing these anymore, Jennifer." Then, slipping back into the frilly bedroom, she locked the door again. She took the garment bag from its spot on the frilly satin comforter, opened it, and removed...robbie's suit. She laughed gaily. "Now, isn't it adorable?!" Oh my god! Rob was devoid of his jeans. Those frilly little frocks, racks of them, were staring at him. And now this. His "suit." He had read about and yes, even fantasized about, those poor lads who were forced to wear those Little Lord Fauntleroy suits. But he had only seen pictures of them. Never a real one. Until now. He gulped. His face was hot with embarrassment. ~L~ynn described every little detail. The deep royal blue velvet shorts. The row of shiny mother-of-pearl buttons up each side. The pert light blue satin bows at the end of each leg. Then he laid eyes on the short bolero-style matching dark royal blue velvet jacket with its matching pearl buttons. And on a separate hanger was a sheer white silk lace embellished blouse. It was long-sleeved with ruffled lace at the end of each sleeve. The collar was ruffled lace. The back buttons were also of white pearl. There were at least twenty buttons. He would not be escaping from this frilly blouse once ~L~ynn had him in it. Turning her attention back to the little velvet shorts, ~L~ynn said, "Here, robbie, touch them. Feel the velvet. Isn't it pretty? Perfect for a little sissy boy." The shorts were obviously going to be a tight fit. Very tight. And they were soooo short. Above the knee. The crotch had fasteners sewn inside so the shorts appeared smooth in the front. ~L~ynn then invited the poor man to feel the ruffled lace of his blouse, commenting "Isn't it just too pretty? You'll be perfect in it!" Next, she removed a pair of black patent leather Mary Janes from her overnight bag, with accompanying nylon anklets with pert baby blue bows. The beautiful blonde gave Rob no time to hesitate. One final item retrieved from her bag was a pair of white satin pantalettes, elaborately trimmed in ruffled white lace. "There now! Much prettier than those dull old boxer shorts you were wearing. These are far more befitting of a proper boy." She smiled triumphantly at the poor man and then moved quickly to secure him in the lacy bloomers. The frilly sheer blouse came next. And then the tight...very tight velvet shorts. They squeezed him and reminded him of his sissiness. The cute little bolero jacket was next. Next came the nylon anklets and, finally, the Mary Janes. Instinctively he wanted to cover his exposed legs. The cool air blew against them. It reminded him he was...a sissy. ~L~ynn smiled to herself at the relative ease she had in putting her boytoy into his little sissy suit. She paraded him in front of the full-length mirror, forcing him to practice bowing for the ladies before he was presented to them. He was warned about any outbursts. He was warned to show each woman proper respect. He was warned not to speak unless he asked permission. The first mistake would result in a warning. The second...well, he knew what a second warning would bring. "Remember, little robbie, sissies should be seen and not heard. For the moment, I'll save the dresses for my bedtime amusement. But remember this, ALL sissies eventually end up in petticoats. The only thing that remains to be seen now is whether you are a simpering, weak-willed sissy, or a sissy boy who will desperately try to salvage what little masculinity he has left...
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A final look in one of several full-length mirrors allowed~L~ynn to kneel down and tug ever so gently at the wide ruffled lace hems of rob's pantalettes peeking out proudly from beneath his absurdly short tight velvet pants legs. ~L~ynn's beautifully manicured fingers toyed with the ruffled white lace, making certain the maximaum display of sissiness was achieved. Rob stood frozen, his face on fire. His thoughts of his buddies at their rented bungalow, partying during the week of the Open golf tournament, being men. Real men. And yet he was here. Amidst this ultrafemine bedroom, the racks of dainty dresses displayed in the corner, himself dressed in this ridiculous outfit, his male clothing gone, and...yes, ~L~ynn. Beautiful. Blonde. Feminine. Very feminine. And acutely aware that the more feminine she became, the more dominant she was. And her little sissy boytoy, unable to resist, was her delightful little plaything. In the next room, beautiful women were waiting. Did they already know? Could he really go through with this? It was one thing to read, to fantasize about being embarrassed and paraded in front of beautiful women, his sissiness exposed for the first time. It excited him. And yet he dreaded it. His masculinity, once and for all, revealed as nothing more than a facade. And then there were those...those...dresses. Sissy dresses. True sissy dresses. "I'm not going out there dressed like this. No way! Forget it!" Rob blurted out. There. He had taken a stand. "Of course you are, Honey," ~L~ynn replied calmly. "No way!" Rob's face was burning. It was reddening as he studied his sissy reflection in the mirror. The beautiful bonde reached down with her right hand, grabbed her little man squarely by his chin, and squeezed. "That hurts!" Rob said, almost squealing. "You're adorable in your little velvet sissy suit, robbie. Now be a man. Be brave. Don't make put you into a frilly little dress." She kept a grip on his chin and directed his head toward the racks of femmy party dresses. "It's your choice, Little Man." "No! No, ~L~ynn. I can't do this. I won't! You can't make me!" ~L~ynn just smiled. "The girls are waiting, Honey." "No, ~L~ynn. No. I'm not going." "Listen to my brave little sissy boy. Now," she said matter of factly, "Stop being silly." With that she grabbed his hand forcefully, and pulled the struggling little man towards the bedroom door. He was no match for ~L~ynn. Before she removed the key to unlock the door, she reached down and unbuttoned the bottom button of her short pale yellow shirtdress, fingering the wide lace hem of her minislip. "See, Honey. I wore one of my prettiest and laciest slips just for tonight. If you behave this evening, I'll let you see it in the bedroom. Just the two of us. Okay?" The poor man couldn't help it. He feasted his eyes greedily on his woman's lacy feminine slip and realized she knew exactly what she was doing. The door opened, and a slightly less reluctant Rob held hands with his stunning blonde goddess as she led him quickly to Dr. Jennifer Haynes' study. ~L~ynn picked up the pace, the clicking of her stiletto heels on the hardwood floor a signal to all that she was en route. As they approached the study, feminine laughter could be heard coming from inside. Rob tried to delay ~L~ynn, desperately resisting his entrance. But ~L~ynn opened the doors to the expansive room. Rob hesitated, ~L~ynn gripped and tugged harder, and her sissy boytoy finally acquiesced. The ladies all grinned. Angie giggled. Dr. Haynes rose from her chair, moved towards ~L~ynn and Rob, stood directly in front of her lady friend, smiled approvingly, look down at Rob, and stated, "A marked improvement, my dear. What a lovely little suit. And it fits you perfectly!" she exclaimed. "Robbie, what do you say to Dr. Haynes? She's complimenting you. Remember what I said to you about proper etiquette." Rob swallowed hard. The ladies stared intently, including one woman he had never seen before. Her stare was doubly intense. The room was silent. The women waited. "Don't disappoint me, Honey, especially in front of my girlfriends," ~L~ynn said. Rob gulped. He swallowed hard. And then..."Thank you, Dr. Haynes," followed by a slow, deliberate, bow. "That's my little man. I am very proud of you." ~L~ynn smiled a triumphant smile in front of the women. "Very good, robbie. I'm impressed!' exclaimed Dr. Haynes. And then she directed the sissy boy to a narrow straight-backed wooden chair with no arms. located in the center of the room. "We have a special place for you to sit tonight, my dear. You're a guest of the ladies this evening. A very special guest." Dr. Haynes announced. "~L~ynn, why don't you sit on the couch with Angie." Poor Rob looked to ~L~ynn in desperation, hoping she would ask him to sit with her. It didn't happen. She moved to fill the other spot on the sofa as Dr. Haynes placed Rob in that uncomforable straight-back wooden chair. The poor man struggled to sit in his tight velvet pants, his sissy indicator confined. As he sat down, the lavish white lace of his dainty pantalettes became the resting place for his hands. "Fold you hands neatly and place them in your lap, Honey," ~L~ynn instructed. Rob meekly complied. The ladies were impressed. "L~ynn, we were having a delightful chat about behavior modification before you and Rob joined us. Before we continue, I would like to introduce you to a colleague of mine whom I met recently. All eyes focused on this older woman, perhaps in her early sixties, her jet-black hair tied tightly in a bun. She wore little makeup except for a touch of blush, black mascara, black eyeliner. But she also was wearing deep cherry red lipstick on her thin lips. She was dressed in a knee-length black silk skirt suit. The skirt was pleated. A basic white silk blouse revealed a particularly lacy white bra. Her black pumps and black stockings and a single strand of pearls completed her outfit. "This is Madame Kyra Chadwick, the world's foremost authority on behavior modification of recalcitrant males." Madame Chadwick interrupted her concentrated stare of Rob, smiled slightly, and acknowledged ~L~ynn, "~L~ynn, it's such a wonderful pleasure to meet you. I have heard many good things from Jennifer." "Madame Chadwick, the pleasure is mine. Welcome to our little chat group. It's wonderful to have you with us for the weekend." "Thank you, dear, and please call me Kyra." Looking back at Rob, she asked, an amused smile on her still wrinkle-free face, "And who is this little darling?" "Oh, this is Rob. My boyfriend, sort of." "He's adorable! Is he a sissy?" Rob was stunned. Who was this woman. She didn''t even know him. Where did she get off on calling him a sissy, anyway? But before Rob could say anything, ~L~ynn gave him a stare as if to reinforce the warning that had been given to him in the bedroom earlier. "Answer Madame Chadqwick, Dear," ~L~ynn instructed...
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Before Rob knew what had happened, he blurted, "Who the *&^% are you!" He rose from his chair, his tight velvet shorts piercing him as he did. They were so tight he almost lost his breath. He was tugging at them desperately to cover his exposed lace, but to no avail. "You keep your mouth shut, woman!" The ladies were stunned. ~L~ynn was embarrassed. But before she rose to reprimand her boytoy, Madame Chadwick slightly waved her hand at ~L~ynn, signalling her to back off. Madame Chadwick sat up in her leather chair, slightly adjusted her black pleated skirt, and coolly responded, "My my. It seems as if I hit a nerve. Aren't you the macho little man. Such bravado." Still not raising her voice, she calmly asked the question again, "You still haven't answered my question, little man. Are you a sissy?" Madame maintained her slight smile, pursing her thin red lips. None of the other women, including ~L~ynn said a word. This was now between Madame Chadwick and Rob. She toyed with him as he stood frozen in the middle of the room. "Frilly lace becomes you, my dear. May I examine it? Come closer so Madame Chadwick can play with your dainty lace undies. Be a good sissy for Madame. An obedient little pantywaist." The poor man looked desperately to ~L~ynn for a reprieve. She said nothing. And then as he stood motionless in the middle of the room, Dr. Haynes, ignoring the little man, commented to ~L~ynn. "Just before you and robbie arrived, Kyra was talking about a particularly effective way of disciplining disrespectful males." Now Dr. Haynes directed her beautiful face towards Rob, and looking back to ~L~ynn, asked, "My dear, would you like to hear more about it? It is most effective," she said, turning to look back at Rob. His eyes pleaded for his girlfriend to defend him...to stop the conversation. But it was too late. "Rob was warned about his behavior before we left the bedroom tonight. I do apologize for his misbehavior, Madame Chadwick." The she directed her stare to Rob, still standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by beautiful feminine women. As much as he wanted to muster up enough testosterone to leave this scene, their femininity overwhelmed him. ~L~ynn reached down with her right hand, toyed momentarily with the lacy hem of her slip, covered it up in front of the poor boy, and ordered Rob, "If you know what is good for you, you will apologize to Madame Chadwick for your rudeness. I'm warning you, rob." "B...b..but ~L~ynnn" the boy pleaded, "That woman called me a sissy." "No she didn't Honey. She merely asked you if you WERE a sissy. Now answer Madame Chadwick's question." "Of course not!" the man retorted. "Sit down, Rob." ~L~ynn ordered her little man. "Now, Madame Chadwick, you were going to fill me in on a particularly effective form of discipline for males. I'm all ears," the beautfiul blonde said as her boytoy obediently regained his seat in the middle of the room. "It's called petticoating," Madame said matter-of-factly, staring at her young male listener. "It's a particularly effective process of feminization, sissification, and humiliation." The beautiful bonde nodded, and asked Madame to "Tell me more, please!" Excitement was in her voice. "The total emasculation of the male through a relentless program of intense petticoating. First, the subject is completely stripped of ALL male attire." "ALL male attire?" ~L~ynn asked for clarification. "Even a little sissy suit like Rob is wearing now? Is that considered male attire?" "Oh yes, my dear. No trousers of any kind are ever permitted again once the young lad has been petticoated and frocked for the first time. It would never do to put him back in trousers ever again." "What do you mean 'petticoated and frocked?'" "The male is emasculated in a public petticoating for maximum humiliation. All of his male clothing is removed and he is pantied, petticoated, and frocked in front of an audience, preferably women, for maximum embarrassment. Of course, after the initial petticoating, he must be kept in frilly little dresses at ALL times. Dainty satin and lace party dresses. And, of course, he is kept in petticoats. Swishing, rustling, stiff lacy petticoats... to constantly remind him of his sissified status. The rustle of petticoats has a crushing effect on the masculine instincts of dainty sissies. In just a few weeks, they are reduced to simpering, limp-wristed, lace-loving sissy boys." Rob said nothing. The women stared at him as they listened intently to Madame Chadwick. Dr. Jennifer Haynes asked a question. "Madame, what if the male is a latent sissy. A boy struggling to hide his sissy side under the guise, for example, of sports. Golf, perhaps." "A latent sissy is latent only until he is frocked and petticoated. Depending on his fetishes for all things lacy and feminine, it is just a matter of time before the sissy surrenders." "What are some of the fetishes which make a sissy most vulnerable?" Nancy, the dressmaker, asked?" She, too, was now leaning up in her chair, listening intently. "That's easy to answer," Madame replied. "Some poor little lads have fetishes for petticoats. Those stiff rustling lacy petticots especially. If they have a petticoat fetish, they normally submit very quickly. Moreover, if they desire to be put into frilly little party dresses, those dainty little satin frocks covered in lace, it is a foregone conclusion they will be unable to resist becoming the daintiest and most feminine of sissies. Ultrafeminine sissies are always the most amusing to train. They are sooooooo prissy. And in many cases, the most latent. It's always amusing how these sissies especilly fight to hide their addiction to satin and lace." "Oh, how funny!" exclaimed Nancy. Dr. Haynes turned to Nancy, "Nancy didn't you bring your newest collection of petticoats up here with you?" "Yes! They are sooooo femmy and girly. Very dainty. They're crinoline, taffeta, and tulle. There's a heavy emphasis on lace, too. I love lace!" Angie chimed in excitedly. "And didn't you bring some more of those dainty frilly little dresses for us to see before you put them in the window of Cinderella?" "I did! Some of them are in the bedroom ~L~ynn and robbie are sharing but I have about four dozen others that were shipped up here to Jennifer's last week." "Yes, Nancy," Dr. Jennifer Haynes responded. "I thought we would have a preview of the collection this weekend." "Excellent!" Madame Chadwick said, the first hint of emotion in her otherwise clinical tone of voice. "Perhaps we can conduct a little experiment..."
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The excitement was building in the study as talk of petticoating and feminization dominated the conversation. All eyes were on the one sole male. The boy in the velvet Lord Fauntleroy sissy suit. With the tight velvet shorts. The matching bolero jacket. The sheer silk and lace blouse. And, of course, the exposed ruffled lace hems of the frilly knickers peeking out from beneath the ridiculously short velvet trousers ~L~ynn had forced her boytoy to wear for the evening. Madame Chadwick looked squarely at Rob, and suggested, "Perhaps tomorrow morning we can combine a fashion show with a little experiment I have in mind. Jennifer, did you say that the ladies have tea every Saturday and Sunday mornings, at ten o'clock?" "Yes, Kyra, that is the schedule on our weekend mornings." "Excellent!" Madame exclaimed. "And Nancy, could we not preview your frilly dresses and petticoats while we sip our tea?" "Of course!" exclaimed Nancy. "Wonderful! Petticoats and tea for tomorrow morning's girltalk, ladies! ... And robbie, you will be joining us?" ~L~ynn quickly confirmed that rob would be attending. "Of course he'll be joining us girls tomorrow morning for tea, won't you, Honey?" Before he could answer, ~L~ynn got up from her seat on the sofa, said good night to everyone, and announced, "My Honey and I are off to bed! Come with me robbie. The night is young!" ~L~ynn winked knowingly to the group and ushered Rob from the study. Back in the privacy of the ultrafeminine bedroom, the door was locked and ~L~ynn placed the key in the pocket of her dress. Towering over her little male friend, ~L~ynn pushed him towards the corner of the girly room, to the corner in which the racks of frilly dresses were. She pinned him up against the mass of dainty rustling satin and lace confections. As the poor boy came face to face with the frilly frocks his fears from earlier in the evening were confirmed. These dresses, unlike the little frocks which had been in the room the last weekend they were at Jennifer's, clearly were of a larger size. ~L~ynn removed a satin hanger containing a gleaming white bridal satin frock, embellished with dainty white lace at the hem, the bodice, and on the puffed sleeves. It had stiff rustling organdy petticoats attached to it. The petticoats also were deeply flounced in snow white lace. She held the rustling party dress squarely against the poor man's chest, making frou frou with its satin and lace skirts. She ordered the pathetic little man to hold the dress, mocking him, "Madame Chadwick seems very determined to conduct a little experiment tomorrow. Hmmmmmmm...I wonder what it is. You were very rude to her this evening. Very disrespectful." She paused, then continued, "You don't have any...how shall I say it, vulnerabilities, do you? A petticoat fetish. A lover of lacy, girly dresses...like the one you're holding! You're not one of those latent sissies, are you? She's not going to put you in petticoats tomorrow morning, is she, Honey? Surely you won't allow her to do that. You heard what she said, didn't you? You know, once a sissy is frocked and petticoated,well...he stays in petticoats! She seems very determined." Swishing the stiff rustling lacy satin skirts of the dainty dress her little man was forced to hold for her, she whispered, "When the time comes, you WILL be a man, won't you, robbie? You WILL stand up to her...won't you? Or...will you pass your final sissy test tomorrow in flying colors? Will you succ-umb to satin? Give in to frilly lace? Subject yourself to be put in a dainty sissy dress with oodles of stiff lacy petticoats? She's a very determined woman. It's as if she has done this before, many times. Then again," ~L~ynn taunted and teased, "Maybe you WOULD like to be forced into a frilly little dress...just like this one. Lacy. Dainty. Frilly. Girly...Sissy. Would you like that, sissy girl? Be ~L~ynn's little obedient sissy girly boy. All feminine. Submissive." The tall beautiful feminine blonde pressed the frilly satin party dress against the cowering boy. The poor man grimaced as his tight velvet shorts suppressed his sissy indicator. His breathing was quick. His face red. His voice...silent. All that could be heard was the frantic rustling of satin and organdy skirts and ~L~ynn's girly taunting. And then, all Rob could manage to say was, "~L~ynn, please stop. Please." "Stop what, Honey?" ~L~ynn girlishly asked. "Please stop teasing me," he pleaded. "You know something, robbie, I think this particular dress is just a tad too big for you. You are a little man, you know. Hold this dress for me for a moment. I want to try something." Forcing the poor simpering sissy to maintain his hold on the white satin sissy dress, ~L~ynn slowly unbuttoned the buttons of her shirtdress. She tossed the dress to the side of the bed and allowed rob to get a full view of her lavishly lacy white satin minislip and matching bra. "Take the dress from the hanger, Honey, please," she purred. Rob gulped. And then he removed the rustling satin confection from its satin hanger and held the dress out for the beautiful blonde. Stunningly, she unbuttoned the row of pearl buttons in the back of the dainty sissy dress, shook it two or three times in front of the man, and...s-l-o-w-l-y stepped into the dress! As she pulled it up, she ordered the poor sissy to "help me adjust my skirts, Honey. She directed his shaking hands to straighten out the organdy petticoats that were sewn into the sarin dress, making frou frou with the skirts as he leaned down to follow her lead. After fluffing out the short skirts for several moments, she ordered him to button her up in the frilly frock. The poor man was stunned! As he worked to button the final remaining pearl buttons in the back of the frilly dress, she swooned and oohed and aahed over the daintiness of her short little frock. And then when the final button was secured, she ordered him to take the wide satin sash and "tie a big pretty bow in the back of my dress..."
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The sissy's heart was pounding so hard he could feel it. His poor fingers were trembling. The beautiful blonde, in her gleaming, rustling, white satin and lace sissy dress was now ordering him to fix her bow. "Ooooo, Honey...Do you like my pretty new dress? It's soooooo short," she giggled, reaching and toying with the stiff organdy petticoat skirts built into the frilly little dress. At midthigh, her petticoats were just slightly visible. She reached down and fingered the stiff satin and lace hem of the rustling white bridal satin. "I don't know if I've worn anything so girly and frilly before in my life. Maybe when I was a little girl. How is my bow coming, Honey?" The poor bumbling sissy struggled to tie the wide satin bow in the back of the blonde beauty's dress as she continued to make girly remarks about her dainty little dress and make frou frou with its stiff rustling petticoat skirts. "I...I...th...think...I...have it...now..." the sissy stammered. Directing the sissy boy to follow her to a full-length mirror, she turned around to check the back. "My, my, not bad ... for a BOY!" she exclaimed mockingly. Turning around to face her reflection in the mirror, she again played with the lacy organdy petticoat skirts beneath her sissy dress, remarking again about how short her frock was. "Do you think I need a petticoat under my dress, Honey?" she asked coquettishly. She femininely lifted the dress up ever so slightly, commenting girlishly, "There's certainly enough room underneath for more petticoats. A nice full petticoat, all lacy and swishy...what do you think, Sissy?" She had called him a sissy again. How would the poor boy respond. She was relentless. "Honey, go to that big white armoire in the corner over there and open the cabinets. Move along now!" She pointed to the white French armoire and followed directly behind him, swishing her short skirts every step of the way. As he again fumbled with his trembling fingers to gain composure, he slowly swung the cabinets open on the large armoire. Bursting forth was an abundance of lace, net, tulle, taffeta, satin...all in white and pale pink. ALL heavily embellished in lavish lace. Pink bows adorned many of them. "Well, well, looky what we have here! Petticoats! Look, Honey! Aren't they adorable? And so many of them! You DO know what a petticoat is, don't you? Of course you do. I just adore a nice stiff petticoat under my dress. Petticoats make me feel so...so...so girly. So feminine. And you DO love my feminine side, don't you, Honey?" She reached in to examine the frillies and to touch their lacy hems, calling attention to their pretty pink satin bows. Upon reaching a VERY full tulle petticoat, each layer embellished with a wide white lacy hem, she pulled it from amongst the crackling rustling confections. "Now THIS is pretty!" She removed it from the confines of the armoire and watched the frothy mass of tulle and lace spread out into a large cloud of lacy fluff. Small delicate pink satin rosebuds adorned the frilly confection. "I love tulle! It's so feminine! Here, Honey, hold this for me, please." Rob refused to take the satin hanger from the blonde beauty. So she removed the clound of tulle and lace herself and held it squarely agains the poor sissy's waist. The swirling net and lace cascaded over the poor boy's exposed legs, the lacy hems tickling his legs. Nodding her head one way, and then the other, as if sizing up her sissy, she asked girlishly, "Isn't this just precious?" ...
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Rob's sissy indicator now was feeling as blue as the tight velvet shorts which were keeping it confined. Standing over the frightened little man in her short frilly white satin sissy party frock, the beautiful blonde slowly and daintily tossed the massive white cloud of tulle and lace back and forth against the poor boy's exposed legs. She stared deeply into the frightened little man's eyes, humming the tune, "Playmate, come out and play with me..." The lacy hems of the swishing petticoat tickled the boy's exposed legs. Taking her left hand, the beautiful feminine blonde fingered the mass of lacy hems, toying with the delicate lace, whispering, ""I've just got to try this on under my frilly little dress. "I'm sooooooo glad I'm a girl! I can wear frillies any time I want! Don't you wish you could, Honey?" Rob recoiled, "Of course not! "I'm a guy!" "Of course you are, robbie. Of course you are." Looking deep into rob's eyes, ~L~ynn held the frilly cloud of tulle and lace even closer to his little waist, giggling girlishly, "You may need every bit of that testoserone tomorrow..." "What are you talking about!?" a defensive Rob managed to say. "I'm not having tea in the morning. I'm watching golf on television all day." "That's my brave little man. Be strong. Stand up to Kyra. Show her what a real man you are, Honey." And then the tall beautiful blonde's lips met her boytoy's lips, planting a long, sweet, mesmerizing kiss. As rob tried to pull away for air, ~L~ynn moved in, managing to continue to hold the frothy lace and tulle petticoat against his waist. Her stiff bridal satin sissy dress rustled and hissed at him as she continued her hold over him. He could smell her perfume. Gaze at her blue eyeshadow. Feast his eyes on the puffed satin and lace sleeves of her short dress...and wonder...wonder if he could indeed muster up the courage to demand that they leave the isolated estate of Dr. Jennifer Haynes. As ~L~ynn's tongue moved sweetly against rob's, one of her hands directed one of his to touch the lacy hems of the tulle and lace petticoat pinned against his waist. ~L~ynn encouraged the poor man to make girly frou frou with the petti. Her kiss bacame more passionate. Rob's breathing became more desperate. His sissy indicator became more...blue. Oh how it hurt as it strained to release itself from the tight velvet sissy shorts. And then finally...mercifully...the blonde beauty slowly released her hot lips from his. The poor boy almost stumbled over. And then he realized that it was he, not this dominant feminine woman, who was now holding the frilly cloud of tulle and lace against his waist. How had She done it? And why, oh why, had he fell into her little feminine trap? She stepped back, hands prissily on her waist of the short satin sissy dress, and in her most disarmingly feminine voice yet, giggled, "Perhaps my little man prefers petticoats to dull trousers....? Hmmmm? Well, sissy boy, would you rather be wearing a pretty petticoat? Perhaps we should rid you of these male clothes once and for all? Put you in a petticoat? Right now? Parade you in front of the ladies? Prove you are a little sissy boy once and for all?"...Rob was breathing hard. His face was reddened. He tried to hand her the frilly confection. She continued to stand there in her short party frock, making frou frou with its attached organdy pettis, fluffing her skirts this way and that way. "You'd just love to see me in petticoats with my frilly little dress, wouldn't you, Honey? See just how girly I can get for you. A real girly girl. Perhaps even... dare I say it... a sissy girl? Remember this, though, my dear. The more feminine I become, the more demanding I get. And the h*&^%$# ( " at " ) I get, too. I'm already getting hot, robbie. Tell you what, I'll make you a little deal tonight? I'll put on a petticoat for you if you agree to join us for tea in the morning. Okay? We'll have such a good time..."
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Poor rob. So many nights he had spent countless hours on the internet, eagerly searching for those delightfully titillating stories of strong feminine girls in frilly dresses and petticoats slowly pulling a weak-willed sissy-in-denial into their web of satin and lace. He would fantasize about the poor boy who slowly gave in to her powers of feminine persuasion. The strong-willed Auntie or stepmother. The older cousin. The "evil" stepsister. The tomboy down the street. And every time...eventually...the sissy in the story submitted. And every time poor rob got terribly excited. And then his memory flashed to his buddies at the golf tournament. Drinking. Hanging out. Being guys. This was the first year he had not been with them. Instead, he had chosen to spend another weekend with this beautiful blonde and her girlfriends... ~L~ynn never waited for an answer. "I can't wait to put on this pretty petticoat. Isn't it just too femmy? I just love the frilly lace. And there's so much lace!" The beautiful feminine woman guided the poor boy's hands through the multilayers of rustling white tulle, swishing them back and forth, immersing her boytoy's sissy thoughts in the privacy of their ultrafeminine guest bedroom. Rob's breathing got harder as ~L~ynn sweetly asked him to shake it out for her. Of course he acquiesced. As he shook the frothy cloud of tulle and lace to even greater fullness, his pretty blonde girlfriend told him, "I want it to be as full as it can be when I have it under my dress. And then...I'm going to tease you with my lace. If you're a good little sissy boy, and you know that's exactly what you are, robbie, a sissy boy, I might permit you to touch it, to play with my lace, after we find a nice pair of satin and lace sissy panties for YOU to wear..." She took her right hand to lift up the frothy tulle pettiskirts that obscured the view of his sissy indicator. "Are your tight little boy pants confining your little sissy indicator, robbbie? Is 'he' excited at all this talk of frillies, lace, and petticoats? Is he addicted to lace, too? Wouldn't he just love to be all nestled in frilly satin and ruffled lace? We're going to have so much fun tonight, Honey! Now...help me with my petticoat! I'm sooooo hot!" As the beautiful domineering blonde slowly gathered the rustling skirts white bridal satin dress and its attached stiff organdy petticoats, she slowly raised it, ordering the poor sissy-in-denial to begin sliding the tulle and lace cloud up her long legs. The boy's trembling fingers took the rustling tulle by its common waistband, opened it, and allowed his beautiful woman to slowly step into it. From a kneeling position, he looked up toward the voluminous frothy confection's sea of white lace, following ~L~ynn's orders to slide it up her legs until it exploded around her into ultrafeminine splendor. She continued to direct him to adjust the lacy hems of the layers of whispering tulle, making certain that the lace hems ALL were neatly in their place. The adorable pink satin rosebuds on her pettiskirts only accentuated its exaggerated girly femininity. When ~L~ynn was finally satisfied with the job her little sissy boytoy had done adjusting her many lacy pettiskirts, she dropped the rustling white bridal satin skirts of her dainty party frock, gently resting them over the voluminous clouds of tulle and lace. Her boytoy was so mesmerized he had maintained his subservient kneeling position at her feet and was now looking up, greedily feasting his glazed eyes up this beautiful blonde's ultrashort, ultrafeminine, and yes, ultrasissy, white satin party dress. With an amused look on her beautiful face, she admonished the little sissy, "My, my, aren't you the naughty little boy...looking up my dress. Do you like what you see? Do you like my petticoats? Don't you wish YOU were a girl? So YOU could wear petticoats and a frilly little dress? Would you wear something this frilly? This girly? Hmmmmm....?"
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~L~ynn laughed girlishly at rob, fluffing her skirts to be sure the sissy continued his envious mesmerization. Her painted fingernails toyed with the lacy hems of her petticoats, "Touch my petticoats, sissy. You know you want to. You have my permission...but only this one time. IF you're a good little boy the rest of this evening, I may let you touch them again. But ONLY under MY supervision. You see, I'm the girl here. The REAL girl!" Rob instinctively moved his trembling hand upwards, towards the woman's frillies. But before his fingers could claim their prize, ~L~ynn admonished the sissy boy, "Under one little condition, sissy. Those silly boy clothes must come off. ALL of them! It's sissy panties for YOU, Sweetheart. The sooner we get you into something lacier and frillier, the sooner we can play in our bedroom. I'm getting hotter just thinking about it! Aren't you?" Towering domineerinly over him, her hands prissily on her waist, the blonde beauty made frou-frou with her short rustling skirts, all the while noticing that glazed look in rob's eyes. The satin, the lace, the abject ultrafeminity of it all held a hypnotic control over this sissy. His fetishes, his fantasies, his excitement, and yes, even his fears were all ~L~ynn's personal possessions now. The more feminine she became, the prissier, girly-girlier hr actions, the more submissive her little plaything would become. His sissy indicator was about to burst the tight velvet sissy shorts the poor boy had been wearing all evening. Now it was ready to be sentenced to its own more enticing confinement-satin and ruffled lace sissy panties. Even frillier than those he had been forced to wear the previous weekend. Nancy had made certain of that. As the poor man continue to feast his eyes on ~L~ynn's frillies, she ordered him to his feet. "Now, my little man, let's get you undressed. Out of those ugly old boy clothes and into something, shall we say, more befitting of this evening. Offering to take the boy's shoes and socks first, ~L~ynn placed them in one of the bedroom's closets. The velvet jacket came next, followed by the sheer silk and lace blouse. She laid them on the pink and white satin and lace comforter over the canopied bed. It took ~L~ynn's skillful fingers to finally release the rob from his tight velvet shorts. As she slowly unhooked the fasteners, ~L~ynn knelt down close enough to rob for her voluminous petticoats to spill out from under her very short party dress and tickle the boy's exposed legs. After releasing the poor boy from the tight confines of the short-shorts, she laid them on the bed, too. Now only the frilly lace pantaloons remained. The very noticeable bulge revealed the poor boy's overwhelming excitement at what was transpiring. Moving to a tall white lingerie chest, ~L~opened to se it chock full of pale pink and white satin, ruffled lace and pink bows. She smiled to herself. Yes, Nancy had done her job beautifully! Of course, the laciest and frilliest pair lay right where Nancy said they would be. These were even lacier than the previous ones. There were more ruffles and the lace semed to be at least two inches wider. It was stiff ruffled lace. The white bridal satin of the sissy panties could barely be seen at all because of the abundance of lace. To be sure, ~L~ynn had made certain that Nancy had crafted the sissy panties of double satin, along with a satiny pouch inside the panties for rob's sissy indicator. Closing the drawer and turning to face rob, ~L~ynn proudly displayed the lacy confection for the wide-eyed sissy to see. The bulge grew inside the pantaloons. "Hand me your pretty pantaloons, Honey, so I can get you into these adorable sissy panties. Then you may feel my petticoats." Moving slowly, coquettishly, swishing her satin dress deliberately, she stared right through the soul of her boytoy. "Now, be a good sissy for ~L~ynn, okay?" ...
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The week with the guys and the golf tournament and carousing and drinking were the farthest things from this poor man's mind at the moment. While rob knew his masculinity was now slipping away, his ability to resist this feminine goddess was nonexistent. It was SHE wearing the dainty sissy dress. It was SHE wearing the frilliest and most ultrafeminine of petticoats. It was SHE who was in control. It was SHE who knew just how to tantalize and titillate. And besides, to "resist" would be to betray his own sissy indicator. SHE would know his heart wasn't in it. Besides, he reasoned, he could always tell her in the morning he needed to leave. An urgent meeting, perhaps. He'd make up something. As long as he could avoid those other women he would be okay. Keep it in the bedroom, he thought to himself. Of course, ~L~ynn knew he would not be going anywhere in the morning. She had only just begun her campaign to feminize him. And yes, Dr. Jennifer Haynes had already warned her about those sissy boys who "never let their true sissy side be totally exposed." She had told ~L~ynn that this sissy would be no different. She warned ~L~ynn that many like rob "get their jollies off" and then slide back into the real world. Of course, Madame Kyra Chadwick was acutely aware of that, too. And when the time came, Madame's many years of petticoating successes in England would be used again. Madame had been petticoating lads for decades. And before, as a young girl, she had observed her mother. Putting wayward sissies in their proper place, in dresses and petticoats, were her specialty. Humiliating and feminizing them amused her. And from what she knew about this particular little man, besides his incredible wealth, were ALL his fetishes, his fantasies, his vulnerabilities. Yes, she would be rewarded handsomely for this latest client. And she would move quickly to crush any male resistance that might surface. And she knew it would. But she had very special techniques to assure her little sissies-to-be that they would be petticoated and feminized the only way she knew how - permanently.
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~L~ynn swishingly made her way to stand directly in front of rob. Dangling the froth of white satin and ruffled white lace in front of him, she waited for him to remove his pantaloons. As the boy slid them down his legs, he instinctively tried to cover his exposed sissy indicator, itself shamelessly betraying any attempt rob might make to deny his addiction to satin and lace. ~L~ynn smiled, "My, my, Honey! I do believe you've passed my little sissy test in flying colors! Now tell me...tell me you're a little sissy boy. Would you like to play with ~L~ynn's petticoats? Feel my lace? Watch me struggle to keep my petticoats from showing? I'm afraid that's impossible! My frilly little dress is just toooo short to hide my petticoats." His sissy indicator grew. "Here," she teased. "Put these on. They're called SISSY panties! Of course, you already know that, don't you." He hesitated. "Be quick about it, sissy boy, or you could find yourself frocked in a dainty party dress tonight just like mine. A sissy dress for a little sissy boy. Then we could play together in our frilly dresses. Be all girly. Feminine. Sugar and spice. Satin and lace. Dainty." His sissy indicator continued to respond. She looked at it and acknowledged so, by saying, "Is my little man getting all excited?" Rob swallowd hard. He gulped. His face was on fire. "~L~...~L~...~L~ynnnnn...p...p...puhleeze don't put me in a dress. Please!" "Oh my! The cries of a desperate sissy. A sissy in denial. Glancing at the racks of frilly party dresses in the corner of the room, she declared, "I'm getting impatient, robbie. Put these on! Now!" She handed him the ruffled sissy panties and then hovered over him as he slid them up, and into place. "That's better, sissy boy. I just love the two pink satin bows on each side, don't you, sissy?" He gulped. "Now...play with your ruffled lace. Go ahead, sissy. I know you want to...go ahead...feel it..feel YOUR lace...feel your SISSY lace." he couldn't help it. This ultrafeminine dominant woman, in her short satin party dress with layers of exposed petticoats, knew she had him completely under her control. "Play with your lace, Sissy Robbie. Be a good little sissy boy for me. Don't make me put you in a frilly dress." A mix of ecstasy and shame gripped the poor man at the same time. His sissy indicator begged him to give in. To play with the rows of ruffled white lace on his sissy panties. And so he did. He submitted. Slowly, he took his right hand and flicked the layers of dainty white lace with his trembling fingers. His sissy indicator responded accordingly. His girlfriend smiled triumphantly. "Good boy. Good sissy boy. Now would you like to feel my petticoats? Touch them? Fluff them? Hmmmm...?' Rob shamefully nodded that he would. "I can't hear you, Honey," she replied, her long fingers girlishly toying with the lacy hems of her pettis. "Go ahead, sissy boy. Be brave for me. At least be 'man' enough to do this. Say it." "May I touch your petticoats, ~L~ynn?" "Say please." "Please," rob answered quietly, a hint of shame in his voice. "And why do you need to play with my petticoats, sissy?" Now she was taunting him...and enjoying it. "Tell me." "Because...because..." "Be brave for me." "Because...they're pretty," he hoped the answer would suffice. It did not. "And? Go ahead. Tell me." "Because...because..." "Say it." "I...I...I...am...a..." he hesitated, swallowing hard. ~L~ynn stood in front of the poor man, her hands on her hips. Her dainty satin party frock too short to hide the multitude of her lace petticoats. "...I...I...am...a s...s...s...sisssss...sissy." He swallowed hard. The beautiful blonde smiled triumphantly, "You're a what, Honey?" "I'm a...a... sissy." ... The words were stinging. He couldn't believe what he had just said. But he knew he just had to touch his beautiful woman's frilly petticoats. He HAD to. Of course, ~L~ynn had been advised by Dr. Jennifer Haynes that until tears, real tears, came to a sissy's eyes, that the sissy had not been broken. That would come, however. And it would come soon.That would be the work of Madame Chadwick...during morning tea...
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"Yes, Honey, you ARE a sissy. You just can't help it, can you? And now we are all alone. In this frilly bedroom. You in your lacy undies. Come with ~L~ynn, Honey, and don't be afraid." Stopping momentarily in front of the vanity, she sat down on the satin cushioned settee, smoothing out her petticoats and taking more than enough time to fluff the many layers of tulle and lace to afford her little man a generous view. "Here, robbie, sit down next to me while I freshen my lipstick." She tapped gently on the settee, swept her layers of petticoats into her fingers to create a space for him, and after he sat down, released her pettis and spread them over his exposed legs. "Oh my, now you're covered in petticoats, too! How sweet! Now you may touch them. Feel them. Play with the pretty lace hems. Go ahead, sissy boy. I know you're just dying to." And then she took a lipstick from the top of the vanity, opened it, and slowly applied a soft pink shade to her lips. With her left hand, she reached over and took rob's hand and rested it on a layer of satin, tulle, and lace." Go ahead, sissy boy. I just love lace, don't you? I feel so girly. So feminine. Of course, you're wearing your own satin and lace, too. May I play with your frilly lace, sissy boy?" Rob just nodded. ~L~ynn pursed her lips, checked her lipstick, closed the tube, and skillfully made her way through her petticoats to discover the sissy boy's prize. Her painted fingernails played with the ruffled lace, as she remarked, "My, these really are very femmy panties. I'm a girl, and I don't ever remember wearing panties this lacy. Of course, you are a sissy, aren't you?" She continued to play with the rows of ruffled white lace while the poor boy followed her directuions to adjust her petticoat skirts for her. "Normally, a girl would be terribly embarrassed to be making such an immodest display of her petticoats. A real boy might make fun of me for wearing something so girly..so sissy. I remember one time, many years ago, a boy did make fun of me. He called me a sissy girl. I told him one day I'd get even for that. One day I would take it out on a weaker boy. On a sissy. Oh my, your sissy indicator is responding to this quite appropriately, isn't it? I'm just going to have to do something abou this. Follow me to the bed, robbie..." The poor man's final remaining masculine instinct reared up and he eagerly followed the beautiful blonde over to the feminine bed. Sitting down and again smoothing out her petticoats, she motioned for her boytoy to join her. "Is it getting warm in here, robbie? Maybe I need to take my dress off. Would you like that? Would you like to help me out of my frilly dress? Of course, my petticoats will be exposed. Think you can handle it, sissy?" She smiled at the poor boy, got up, fluffed out imaginary wrinkles in her dress, and invited the boy to begin unbuttoning each of the many pearl buttons in the back of her dress. As he did, ~L~ynn made certain rob was standing close enough to her so his exposed legs would feel the stiff bridal satin skirts, buoyed by layers of petticoats, swish against his sissy panties. When rob had completed his task, ~L~ynn directed him to raise the dainty frock over her head while she knelt down momentarily. Once it was off, the frilly dress found itself in rob's hands. Holding it in front of ~L~ynn, he looked desperately for a hanger. ~L~ynn seized the moment, of course, to "suggest" that the hapless sissy hold the dress up against his smallish body. Standing over the poor boy in her lacy bra and swishing petticoats, she pressed the frilly sissy dress against the boy. She fluffed its attached rustling organdy petticoats. She swished the bridal satin back and forth. "Stand still, sissy boy." She stepped back to examine the effects of the poor boy, sizing up the dress against his body. "It's just a little too big," ~L~ynn remarked. "Too big? Too big for who?" rob asked, feigning surprise. "For YOU, of course!" she fired back. "A sissy's dress should ALWAYS be a frilly little party dress, no longer than midthigh. Very short. With oodles of petticoats. And the sissy's petticoats should be exposwed at ALL times. To remind everyone what he is. Weak. Simpering. Dainty. Submissive. Do you not agree?" Rob was stunned by that question. How could he answer it. ~L~ynn had made her point. She had scared him. Foreshadowed him. And then she took the dress from him, returned it to a white satin hanger and placed it on one of the dress racks in the corner of the room. Then she returned with two hangers and ordered rob to hang up his velvet sissy suit for morning tea, "Unless you'd rather join us in the morning for tea in a frilly frock." Laughing, she turned down the lights, shoved the young sissy on the bed, and excitedly whispered in his ear, "I am soooo hot!" ...
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Rob had never experienced a night like that in his entire life! Thinking back on all the women, the dating, the clubbing...he had used his wealth and his status to convince those women to dress the way he preferred...all of them had worn the silky lingerie, short skirts, lacy bras, etc. And it had always worked when he decided to take them to bed. He had always been in control...until now. Until last night. ~L~ynn had already gotten up, apparently, and was nowhere to be seen. God, she was good. No. She was great! A "keeper," Rob thought to himself. He had gotten just what he wanted, in the privacy of the bedroom. And now he would skip that ridiculous "tea time," go jogging on the estate, come back, and watch some golf on television. Yes, he'd gotten just what he wanted out of this weekend. And then he focused on the bedroom. The frilly, pink, lacy, satiny, bedroom. The satin and lace comforter that covered him. The white satin sheets with their lavish white lace trim. And then there were the dresses...frilly, dainty, satiny...and sizes much larger than the juvenile dresses which had been in the room the last weekend he was there. As much as he tried to think about his performance the night before, he was still drawn to the dresses. And then his thoughts were interrupted by a key turning in the door to the bedroom. It was ~L~ynn. God, she was beautiful! Even in the morning. Her long blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders. She was wearing a white satin robe, trimmed in white lace. She locked the door behind her, and walked over to the bed. The front of her robe was just open enough to reveal a lavishly lace-trimmed white satin chemise. A small pale pink bow lay at the center of the bodice, between her two beautiful b ( " at " ) #$%^&. Her long blonde hair flowed down on both sides, framing her beautifully made up face. Her blush had been expertly applied to her rosy cheeks. The blue frosted eyeshadow deftly applied with just a touch of shimmering white above it. And her lips were a medium shade of cotton candy pink. A sissy would notice her makeup, ~L~ynn surmised, as she allowed the little man to survey her femininity. Moving closer to him on the bed, the blonde beauty laid a wet kiss on her little man. Her lipstick even tasted like cotton candy! Trying to maintain his macho persona, that "I just had a geat night of s ( " at " ) #" image, Rob rubbed his eyes, yawned, and asked, "What time is it?" "Time for you to take a bath. It's almost 9:00. Tea time is in one hour," ~L~ynn answered, her repainted red fingernails resting on the lavish lace hem of her satin chemise. "I think I'm going to pass on the tea time thing, ~L~ynn. I need to get in a run. The golf is on at 1:00 and if I can't be there, well, at least I can watch it." ~L~ynn knew this would happen. Jennifer and Madame had prepared her. The blonde beauty resorted to her femininity, her feminine persuasion, to try to lure the man to her little tea party. She began playfully kissing on his cheeks, moving under the cool satin sheets, her perfume, her makeup, her lace, her femininity...all too much for the defenseless sissy boy. A few minutes later, a dishevelled rob was coaxed to the bathroom..."We can't keep the other girls waiting, Honey, now can we?" ...
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"I'm gonna pass, ~L~ynn. You guys go ahead without me." "Soooo...you're not joining me?" "That's right." "But you promised." "I said I'd think about it, ~L~ynn. And I've thought about it and I'm not going. I need some clothes. Get my overnight bag, will you? My sweats are in there. You go ahead. I'll catch up with you early this evening. The golf should be over around 7:00." ~L~ynn kept her cool. "Okay, rob. If you're sure." "I am." With that, ~L~ynn unlocked the door and exited the bedroom, grinning to herself all the way down the hall. She didn't even bother to lock the door. After all, she reasoned, where was rob going to go. All of his male clothing was gone. She found Jennifer and Nancy in the study, preparing for tea time. And there were dresses everywhere! It was like being in a mini-Cinderella! Only these dresses were special dresses. Designed by Nancy...but with the advice and consultation of...Madame Chadwick. And of course, they were sized just to fit one particular little sissy. A little sissy, who at the moment, had decided not to cooperate. ~L~ynn decided to attend the little gathering dressed just as she was. Her satin and lace gown and her lacy white satin chemise. However, a pair of white 5-inch stiletto heels would be on her feet. The other ladies all wore pants, except for Kyra Chadwick. Madame Chadwick was dressed in a pencil thin black silk skirt, sheer white silk blouse, matching black silk jacket, dark stockings, and black stiletto pumps. As was her style, her jet black hair was pulled back in a bun, her makeup, immaculate. At precisely 9:00, the ladies gathered in the study, amazed at the extensive collection of dainty sissy dresses prominently displayed. Numerous racks, holding four to five frilly frocks each, were strategically placed in the study. A single empty straight-backed chair sat in the middle of the room. "Jennifer, is the teapot on? Have you pulled the cups and saucers." "Kyra, I have my nicest sterling silver tea set and porcelain tea cups and saucers. They are in the auxiliary kitchen down the hall." "And the aprons, my dear?" "Oh yes! Nancy did a fabulous job!" "Excellent, my dear!" Turning to ~L~ynn, Madame offered, "~L~ynn, are we ready to proceed?" "Yes, Kyra. After this morning, I'm more than ready." Madame replied,"And you do understand that I must have ABSOLUTE control." "Yes, Kyra. Go for it!" In a tall narrow bronze cylinder-shaped can, Madame extracted a long branch from which she had many to choose. ~L~ynn's eyes widened. The other women's eyes widened, too. "I prefer hazel to birch or hickory. It seems to have the most flexibility. It produces a very painful sting on the bottom when forcefully applied. This shouldn't take long. Ladies, if you'll excuse me." The women in the room sat in stunned amazement. Madame said it so matter-of-factly that they had no time even to question her. She made her way out of the study and strode confidently to the frilly guest bedroom. She entered without knocking. She heard the shower running. She waited until the water stopped. And then Rob, wearing nothing but a thick pink towel around his waist, came in to meet her...face to face. Madame smiled warmly at the stunned little man, "The ladies are disappointed that you have chosen not to join us for our morning tea, Master robbie." "What the &^%$ are you doing in here?!? Get out!! Now!!" "Now, now, that's not very nice, is it? "I've simply come to check on you and convey the disappointment of our little group. No reason to use such nasty language...especially in the presence of a lady. Now...we can do this the easy way or...if you insist..." With that, she waved the thin hazel switch across the front of her body with her right hand and let it gently hit her left. She smiled. She waved it at him again. She tapped her right heel up and down on the plush carpet. "I'm getting impatient, dear. What'll it be?" "You're &^%$# ( " at " ) ! crazy!" Now Madame moved closer to rob. And closer. And closer. Pointing the switch directly at the towel, she calmly said, "The ladies are waiting and the tea is getting cold." Rob gulped. In heels, Madame Chadwick towered over him. This was NOT the way he had imagined this scenario in one of his many fantasies. This was too real. "Y...Y...You........You're.....kiddddd...kidding.............right?" He feigned a laugh. "Do I look like I'm kidding, young Master Robbie?" Why did she keep calling him Master robbie, he thought. She was deferring to him. Demeaning him. Then Madame took the switch and pointed at the towel, "What will you be wearing to our little tea party? Your adorable little sissy suit or...perhaps, a frilly little dress?" ...
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The little man nervously scratched his full head of wet hair, holding the towel with one hand. That was his mistake. With a swiftness that came out of nowhere. Madame Chadwick delivered a "swoosh" as the switch breezed by, close to the poor man's other hand. He reached up to block it and lost his grip on the towel. An amused look from Madame, a swift move of her hand to snatch the towel from the poor boy, and it was over. His trembling hands modestly worked feverishly to hide his sissy indicator. "No more foolishness. No more stalling. Make your decision NOW or I'll make it for you, sissy," she ordered, a cruel smile across her face. He hesitated. THWACK!!! In a desperate effort to contain his shouting, the poor boy let out a girlish squeal. "That hurt!" "Not really, my boy. If I wanted to hurt you, rest assured you'd be in tears. My patience is waning. Your sissy suit or a frilly frock? Decide. Now." He gulped. He swallowed hard. "Th...the...suit." "What did you choose, Master robbie?" "The suit." "And what kind of a suit is it, Master robbie?" "It's...it's...a...um...a sis...sissssyyyy suit." Madame glared. "It's a sissy suit, MADAME! Address me as Madame, Master robbie. Now tell me your choice. And you best get it right this time or I'll make your decision for you." Madame looked straight ahead at the sissy dresses in the corner of the bedroom. "It's a sissy suit...Madame." "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it? ~L~ynn had laid the velvet sissy shorts and Eton jacket out on the edge of the bed before she had left the room. The sheer satin and lace louse accompanied it. Moving to the lingerie chest in the room, Madame discovered a frillier, lacier pair of pantaloons. She handed them to him and scrutinized his every move as he slowly pulled them up. "Fix the ruffled lace frills of your pantaloons. Some of your lace was crushed laying in the drawer." Rob performed this humiliating task under Madame's watchful eyes. "And now pick up your blouse. Hand it to me." After examining the sheer blouse, Madame handed it back to her charge, instructing him to hold it for her. Returning to another drawer of the lingerie chest, Madame removed a very lacy white satin camisole with ribbon straps. She held it up in front of the poor little man's chest, nodded her approval, and slid the lacy confection over his head. "You need more lace with your sissy suit. If you INSIST on wearing pants, then I insist that your little sissy suit be feminized. The sheer blouse came next. After buttoning the many pearl buttons and securing the sissy into the feminine blouse, the poor man looked down at the lacy camisole proudly displaying itself. Now the women, ~L~ynn especially, would see him in a far more sissified look. He shook his head negatively, wondering how it had come to this. Madame ignored him. "Step into your little sissy shorts. We're wasting time." He never resisted. As she squeezed the boy into the childishly short velvet pants, she ran her hands along the pretty pearl buttons adorning each side. Then she fastened him in. Finally, the little jacket was fitted on him and they were down to his socks and shoes. But this time, Madame went to a far closet and returned with an adorable pair of white patent leather Mary Janes...with 2-inch heels. Each shoe had a pretty pale blue matching satin bow over the strap. After sheer white knee-highs were rolled up his legs, the sissy was put in heels...for the first time. "Sit down and let me dry your hair." She pointed to the vanity and the satin cushioned settee where all of ~L~ynn's makeup was carefully laid out. How he hoped he would be spared the humiliation of makeup. How would he face ~L~ynn? How would he face ALL of those beautiful women? In a few minutes his hair was dried, and then Madame applied a thick styling gel to it, slicking his hair down and combing it back. Now it looked like he had even less hair. And why did she slick it back and gel it down, he wondered. He looked back at his reflection. The lacy camisole caught his attention first. Never before had he ever felt so embarrassed. So helpless. And then, just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, Madame took ~L~ynn's blusher, opened it, swirled the large brush in the pink powder, gently tapped off any excess, and deftly applied it to each of his cheeks. His sissy indicator strained against the tight confines of his velvet sissy pants. ""Get up. Let me take a look at you." Standing over him, Madame fixed the lace collar of his feminine blouse, and then ordered rob to pull down the frilly lace of his pantaloons. "Must not hide our lace, sissy boy. Lace is worn by sissies to be seen." He struggled to adjust the ruffled lace frills until, finally, Madame gave her approval. "The ladies are waiting. I will expect you to apologize for your tardiness and disrespect upon entering the room. Furthermore, I expect you to bow before the ladies. Speak ONLY when spoken to. Sissies are to be seen and not heard. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" "Yes." Madame Chadwick rolled her eyes, her face darkened with anger. THWACK!!! The poor sissy jumped back. "Ouch!! That hurt!" "No, it didn't, my little one. Have you forgotten already about how I am to be addressed?" "I...I...I'm sorry, Madame." "One more slip like that and you'll be in PETTICOATS. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, Madame." Very well. We shall see, my little sissy boy. It's tea time..."
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Click, click, click went the sound of Madame's stilettoes. And click, click, click announced the arrival of sissy rob, his Mary Jane's against the hardwood floors of the hallway approaching the study where the women were assembled for morning tea. As Madame Chadwick and rob arrived at the door to the study, the reluctant sissy pulled back. "I'm not going in there...dressed like this! I look ridiculous! I'm going back to my room, change clothes, take a run, and watch golf the rest of the day." Madame Chadwick smiled an amused smile to herself, delighting in this token display of resistance by he rlittle sissy. She had seen it many times before. And it always amused her. Leaning down, and tightening her grip on the poor sissy's chin, she looked deep into his eyes, stating matter-of-factly, "This isn't some little game. This is real. I've warned you and I shall not warn you again." "Ouch! You're hurting me!" "Impeccable sissy behavior. Do I make myslef clear, Master robbie?" Madame raised her eyebrows, smiled mockingly at her little charge, and elicited a quick response. "Yes, Madame." "Now, bow! Bow before me." The poor little man followed her orders and dropped an obedient bow before Madame. And then Madame opened the doors to the study and announced the arrival of ~L~ynn's little boytoy. "Ladies, Master robbie has decided to join us after all." Madame smiled triumphantly as the poor boy entered the study. At once, Rob saw the study was surrounded in frilly little sissy dresses. Racks of dresses were everywhere, and they completely encircled the room. And the dainty confections were definitely larger than the little dresses he had seen the previous visit. He KNEW who they were sized to fit. He knew it. And as Madame ordered rob to the center of the study, all eyes were fixed on him. Looking pleadingly at the beautiful ~L~ynn to somehow rescue him from his dilemma, she simply smiled with the other women. "Young man, I believe you have something to say to the ladies," Madame instructed. He hesitated for a split second. "I warned you, sissy boy, about any hesitation whatsoever in following my every order." "I...I...I'm sorry for not wanting to attend your tea party this morning, ladies. I...I...I..meant no dis...disrespect" he bowed as he completed his apology. Angie and Dr. Jennifer Haynes smiled in awe of his little performance. "And do you have something to say to Miss ~L~ynn, young man?" Rob had never had to refer to any girlfriend as "Miss" before. But as Madame Chadwick stood very near him, switch in her hand, he knew better. "Miss ~L~ynn, I apologize to you for not coming to tea on time. An astonished ~L~ynn responded coldly, "I cannot believe you embarrassed me this morning, robbie. And after you promised me you would escort me. I'm so disappointed." The empathy he had hoped for from ~L~ynn had just evaporated with those words. Madame interjected, "Miss ~L~ynn, Master robbie pleaded with me this morning to serve tea to all of you. A sort of peace offeriong, if you wish." Turning to rob, Madame asked, "Isn't that right Master robbie? Did you not beg me to allow you the pleasure of serving the ladies their tea this morning?" "Y...y...yes, Madame Chadwick," the sissy responded obediently, followed by a bow. "Perhaps YOU should ask the ladies, robbie," Madame instructed. "You may proceed. You have my permission." "Thank you, Madame," the sissy bowed. "Ladies, may I have the honour of serving you tea this morning, please?" he asked, remembering to bow again. He was being very careful not to make a single mistake. The ominous warning from Madame, plus the sight of the frilly sissy dresses, compelled him to concentrate. ~L~ynn spoke for the ladies. "Oh Honey, that would be wonderful. Have you ever served tea before?" "N...n...noooo," he stammered. "No?!? No, MISS ~L~YNN!!!" Madame corrected the simpering sissy. "Insolence! Disrespect! How dare you!" Rob gulped. He felt his face redden even more. "Did I not specifically warn you about any hint of disrespect to the ladies this morning? You have embarrassed me in front of these women. How dare you!" The poor sissy looked frantically around the room. "I...I...I'm sorry, Madame. I really am sorry. I..I just forgot. I meant no disrespect." "Mark my words, sisseeeee...! I will not forget what you have just done..."
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Now rob could feel his face on fire. This woman was serious! This was nothing like the titillating little stories he had read before on the internet. This was real! And finally, the humiliation, especially in front of ALL beautiful women, was very, very real. He also felt the continuing sting on his backside from Madame's switch. His face was hot with embarrassment. Now ~L~ynn was seeing the "real" rob. He was being exposed in a way he never really imagined would ever happen. And while he had role-played this scenario a thousand times in his mind, it had alweays stopped there...a simple fantasy. But not now. "Master robbie!" Madame spoke firmly, interrupting his humiliating thoughts at the beginning of his own self-degredation. "Yes, Madame," the pitiful sissy quietly replied. "Follow me while we prepare tea for the ladies." He looked desperately to his beautiful blonde girlfriend for help. She smiled, warmly, saying, "Save yourself, robbie. Prove you're a man. Defy Madame Chadwick...if you dare. I cannot save you now." She toyed with the lacy hem of her white satin chemise as her gown lay open. She raised her eyebrows as if to ask, "Well, are you man enough to stop this before it goes any farther?" The women all stared at the poor man. Madame Chadwick glared at him. "I will not ask you again, young man." He looked back at ~L~ynn, pleadingly. And then, he looked at Madame. And bowing in front of her, he acquiesced. "Yes, Madame." Madame gave a triumphant look to the ladies, and then unceremoniously ushered the man from the room. Next to the study was a small area where Dr. Jennifer Haynes had assembled her tea cups, saucers, a dainty little teacart, and a very pretty porcelain teapot. And hanging ominosly in a small corner armoire were the aprons that Nancy had crafted at the behest of Madame. All of the frilly aprons were heavily embellished in fine white lace. Some were of silk while others were of fine satin. Of course, rob knew what was in store for him. Madame immediately reached for a white satin apron, heavily trimmed in delicate white French lace. As she removed the frilly apron from its matching satin hanger, she remarked, "This should sissify your appearance for the ladies. The very thought of you in those ridiculous boy clothes is repulsive to me. Feel the dainty lace of your pretty little apron, my little sissy man." The stern woman placed the poor man's hand squarely on the lavish lace trim of the frilly apron, commenting, "Lace becomes you, my frilly little girly boy." Then she ordered rob to stand still, tying a large satin bow in the back. As she fussed to make the bow as full as possible, she warned the poor boy, "Frilly dainty dresses are all around you. And I'm just waiting for the slightest error by your little sissy self to put you into one of them. Be careful my femmy little friend." After all the sugars, lemon, cream, and tea cups were assembled prettily on the teacart, Madame took the pot of boiling tea and placed it in the center of the teacart. You will stand before each of the ladies, curtsey, and ask them how they prefer their tea. After you have prepared it for them, you will offer it to them. And then you will step back and curtsey again. Is that understood?" The poor boy gulped. "C-c-curtsey, Madame? I thought I was to bow." "Nonsense! You are wearing a very feminine dainty and frilly lace apron. It is fitting that you would curtsey wearing such an obviously feminine and dainty garment. It is far more respectful, feminine, and subservient. Do I make myself clear, sissy?" "Y-yesss, Madame," he glumly replied. "I presume you are familiar with the curtsey?" "Rob froze. He had seen it on the internet many many times in those titillating little stories he had read over and over. But he couldn't admit it. "N-n-no, Madame." "Madame Chadwick raised her eyebrows. "I expect the truth, sissy boy." She displayed her switch. "Okay, Madame. Well, maybe a little familiar with it." "That's better. Show me." After several attempts to curtsey appropriately for the towering woman, she reminded the simpering sissy that the lacy hem of his frilly apron should be daintily held out about his waist. The curtsey should be deep. "Especiallly deep, and pronounced, from a sissy," she emphasized. "I expect exaggerated ultrafeminine mannerisms whenever you are in the presence of ladies and girls. Understood?" "Yes, Madame, Chadwick."...
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Rob flashed back to the nights, months, and yes, even years that he had recklessly searched the internet for titillating stories of poor, weak, little men forcibly feminized by beautiful dominating women. But they were only fantasies. Harmless. Exciting. An instant gratification from which he could leave behind...on his own terms. But this was different. This was all too real. Almost surreal. And never did he believe that REAL women like Madame Chadwick really existed. Only in his mind. Only on the internet. "Stop daydreaming, sissy!" Madame snapped. "Fix your lace apron," she commanded, pointing to a slight wrinkle in the deep white French lace. Rob nervously plucked at the lacy trim until it had met Madame Chadwick's satisfaction. "Let me repeat myself, sissy. I expect impeccably feminine behavior. It's time to stop pretending. You're a sissy. And you know you are." And then she took her right hand, squeezed the little man's chin, and glared at him coldly in his eyes, "And now I'm going to crush your little b*&^%, and punish you severely at the slightest deviation from my expectations. Do I make myself clear, sissy boy?" Madame stared coldly, deeply into rob's frightened eyes. Rob froze. He wanted to argue with her. Put her in her place. But Madame only squeezed harder. She wasn't relenting. "Y...y...yessss, Madame," he finally replied. He would do anything to win her release from the grip she had on his chin. "I thought so. Now, curtsey for me, sissy." Again rob froze. For a moment he decided to refuse Madame's order. "I shall not ask you again." Madame said. Trembling fingers at his side, rob took the satin and lace apron, spread it out, and dropped his right leg, head bowed down. "Again," Madame ordered. Rob complied. Madame used her switch to point at the poor man's right leg, "Lower, sissy. The lower your curtsey, the more submissive you are." Rob's leg was hurting from staying in that position. Madame took her time, walking around the poor man, touching his right leg with the switch and ordering him to lower his curtsey even more. Finally, she allowed him to regain his balance, ordering him again to fix the lace on his frilly apron. As he slowly pushed the teacart, the clicking of his heels was noticeable on the oak floors, and he realized it was the first time he had ever worn heels. And now the real test would be to serve boiling hot tea, in a cup and on a saucer, to each of these beautiful women, executing a flawless curtsey every time. He was ordered to begin with ~L~ynn. Mincing daintily with the teacart. He dropped a deep curtsey in front of his beautiful blonde girlfriend, sitting in her white satin and lace chemise. She fingered the lacy hem of her chemise, an obvious effort to distract the hapless sissy. And, or course, rob took the bait. For a moment, and only a moment, his eyes quickly moved to the direction of her painted fingernails, playfully fingering her lavish white lace. She smiled at him. And then Madame, not missing a thing, remarked matter-of-factly, "It's obvious he's a sissy. He's infatuated with your dainty lace, Ms. ~L~ynn," Madame smiled. "I suspect he is a sissy with a fetish for frilly lace." "Oh, how sweet!" laughed Angie. "Would you like to touch my lace, robbie," ~L~ynn asked the hapless little man. Rob's face reddened. He gulped. He tried desperately to pour the hot tea without spilling it. "Answer Ms. ~L~ynn this instant, sissy!" Madame ordered. Rob froze. "You ungrateful little man! How dare you embarrass me in front of the ladies. And how dare you disrespect your 'girlfriend'..."
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Was this really happening to him? Suddenly those internet fantasies seemed too real now. The beautiful women in the private room. The embarrassing sissy suit he was wearing. The teacart. Madame Chadwick. And...those dresses. Those frilly satin dresses. They were everywhere around him. Strategically placed on the display racks and perilously close to him. How much time had passed since Madame's chastisement. A few seconds? A minute? The room was silent. All eyes were on Rob. He had been reprimanded and called a sissy. Like sand in an hourglass, the seconds were ticking away. He momentarily thought of standing up to these women. Why not just walk out of the room, he thought to himself. "I shan't warn you again, my boy!" Madame's stern voice interrupted his thoughts. "I'll waste not one more second in disciplining you in front of the ladies." Then she pointed her switch at the poor man and motioned for him to move the teacart towards his beautiful blonde girlfriend. Meanwhile, ~L~ynn playfully fingered the lacy hem of her white satin chemise. She looked at the poor little man and smiled deeply into the soul of his eyes. He looked pleadingly for her help to save him from further embarrassment. "'Cream and sugar, Honey, please," she responded. As Rob felt the frozen stare of Madame scrutinizing his every movement for optimum femininity, he meekly...demurely...acquiesced. No resistance. No rebellion. Nothing. Instead, daintily taking the lacy hem of his frilly satin apron, he gave his best attempt at a long deliberate curtsey. After holding it for several seconds, he dutifully replied, "Yes, Miss ~L~ynn." Madame continued her cold stare. The other women smiled in amazement. The poor little man then managed to pour the hot tea into the teacup and add a small amount of sugar and cream. Handing the saucer slowly to his girlfriend, she managed to take it from him without spilling any of the contents. The little man curtseyed again. He was then obliged to push the teacart before every woman and repeat the gestures until, finally, he presented himself to Madame Chadwick. "Not bad for your first time, master robbie. However, you have much to learn. Until your gestures become far more feminine and dainty, I shall be keeping a very close eye on you. Now...please return the teacart to the corner of the room and then present yourself back to me. And be quick about it." In her heels, Madame even towered over the little man. And with the switch at her side, she would brook no resistance from a simpering sissy like rob. So, again, the little man obeyed. He curtseyed, answered "Yes, madame," and was quick to roll the teacart to a corner of the study. Upon returning, to stand in front of Madame Chadwick, she ordered him to take a seat in the narrow straight-back chair in the middle of the room, located between the semicircle of beautiful women and...those frilly little satin party dresses. And then, almost immediately after taking his seat, Madame reprimanded the poor little man. "Master robbie! Kindly take your fet again, and lower yourself slowly into your chair, spreading the skirt of your pretty apron and fluffing it out appropriatly, especially the pretty lace trim. And then I expect you to cross your legs and adjust your apron skirts again. You may proceed." Rob swallowed hard. He hesitated, just to test the resolve of Madame. He even thought for a moment of disobeying her. But not for long. He felt her stare. He saw her switch. And then he slowly rose from his chair, fluffed the skirts of his satin apron, and deftly lowered himself back into the chair, spreading the lacy skirt of the satin apron over his exposed little legs. "Master robbie, the ladies were just about to engage in the most delightful chat of a most appropriate subject before you rudely arrived late for our tea. The topic we chose was behavior modification of males. Especially rude young men who disrespect women and girls. Now, Jennifer, here were we?" "Of course, Madame, we were just about to ask you about a particularly effective method of disciplining and retraining some of the more, how do I say it, recalcitrant ones." "Yes, my dear, I shall be very happy to share some of my thoughts on the subject." She took the dainty teacup from her saucer, sipped a small sip of her tea, returned the teacup to the saucer, and began. "For the past 40 years I have had absolutely no problem in crushing male arrogance. As a matter of fact, I enjoy it. Taming brash young males and breaking their resistance is my specialty. I have never failed..."
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Rob gulped. He desperately mustered the courage, and...then...he blurted out, albeit half-heartedly, "Yeah, well it's not going to work with me, you f*&^%$# b#$&*!" The women in the drawing room were stunned. Jennifer Haynes' mouth dropped open. So did ~L~ynn's. And Angie, pursing her lips first, smiled, crossed her legs slowly, and edged the little man on. "Oh my! Rob is not going to participate in our little chat. Hmmmm, ~L~ynn, maybe he does have the b*&^% to be a man. A real man. You think?" Angie followed with a girly laugh. ~L~ynn refused to defend her boytoy, though, instead watching with eager anticipation how Madame Chadwick would respond to this unexpected outburst from rob. Madame coldly turned to the little man, now standing with his fists clinched, and smile icily. "I'll deal with you later." No emotion in her voice. Just a calm confidence. And then she returned to join the women, stating matter-of-factly, "I petticoat bad boys. Slowly. Meticulously. With calm resolve. In the end, I transform them into simpering, limp-wristed, ultrafeminine girly-boys. I believe the term is...'sissies.'" She looked at poor rob, still standing, fists now somewhat clinched, his legs moving nervously. Madame could see it in his eyes: The uncertainty; the insecurity; the dread of being unable to resist what she would do to him in a matter of minutes. Yes, Madame Chadwick would now allow this little pansy boy to squirm, to wonder when "it" would happen. But first things first. She would let everyone in the room know once and for all exactly what degree of humiliation this little wretched man deserved. "Sit down, master robbie!" Madame ordered. Rob stood in place. "Sit...down." He still refused. The women were on he edges of their seats. Sit down...sissy boy," she said, emphasizing the word "sissy." And still rob held his ground. And then, Madame waved the switch, pointed sqarely at the little man's nose, and said, "Now that you've demonstrated to the ladies your blatant disrespect for all of us, I shall deal with you in the same manner I had to use earlier. And then, suddenly, swiftly, Madame grabbed the little man by his right ear, hissing, "This is absolutely your final opportunity to sit in your little chair and join us. And be sure to curtsey and apologize BEFORE you ask for my permission to be seated. Do I make myself perfectly clear, my little sissy-to-be?" Tears were in the frightened boy's eyes as he desperately looked to ~L~ynn to save him. The beautiful blonde stared right through him. Madame tightened her grip. "Please...please... oh please stop, Madame. Please." "I'm waiting," she responded. "Madame Chadwick, I apologze for my actions. They...were...ouch!...disrespect...ful..." The tears were coming full flow now. "Very well. Now curtsey. Like a sissy. Go ahead, sissy, we're waiting." And so the poor defeated little man, his ear feeling the painful wrath of Madame, slowly took the lacy hems of the sides of his frilly satin apron, held them out daintily with his fingers, and dropped a deep, very deep, curtsey. He remained in deference until Madame ordered him to sit in his chair in the center of the room. "And be sure to smooth your dainty apron skirts before taking a seat, my frilly little boy." Dutifully, it was done. "Cross your legs, sissy." He meekly complied. "Ah! Now! Where were we, ladies? Oh yes, petticoating. I do so love what I do! Disobedient boys become quite docile and submissive after I have disciplined them. Once I have put a bad boy in a frilly party dress and petticoats he realizes that extreme sissification and feminization await him. It's really quite useless to resist. The more he resists the more sissified and feminized he will become. Allow me to show you..."
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And then Madame smiled slightly, turned to face her little male charge sitting obediently in his chair, hands folded in the satin and lace apron he was wearing, and ordered him to stand. Rob froze. The eyes of every woman in the study were directed at him. He gulped. He felt the fire return to his face. He resolved, in front of these beautiful women, to take a stand against Madame. He would refuse to obey her. He would stay in his chair. "I shall not ask you again, master robbie. Kindly extricate yourself from your little chair and face me." Rob felt a surge of male pride as he defied the strong-willed woman. "Very well, my little sissy man, the longer you defy me the more intense your humiliation will be when you finally submit to feminization." Now Madame had invoked the "feminization"word, directly at him. "And you will submit. Your fetish for petticoats, frilly little dresses, lace, and makeup make you a very easy candidate, actually. It's rather humorous how you've managed to present yourself for so long as, how shall I say it, ah yes, 'normal.' Your talk of golf, football and such have hidden your weakness for all things dainty and feminine. You've tried desperately to resist this moment, haven't you, my little man. A brave sissy-in-hiding. But you've also been a bad little boy, haven't you? Disrespecting your beautiful girlfriend. Disobeying me. You are building quite a resume for yourself, my little man." Rob continued to sit, feigning disinterest. Madame walked towards him, waving her swtch menacingly. "Enough of this nonsense. She then pointed her switch to the vast collection of dainty little party dresses that surrounded the room. Then she challenged him. "Go ahead, my little man, leave the room. Your last chance to 'escape,' the word escape dripping with feminine sarcasm. He froze. He wanted to leave...but, of course...Instead, "Please, Madame," he whimpered. "Please..." Madame nodded her triumphant approval to the ladies, smiled, and then replied, "Please? Please, little robbie? Whatever do you mean?" The little man gulped. He knew it was over. "Please...Madame Chadwick...please don't do this to me...please. I'll obey you. I promise. Only...please...don't............." "Yes? Yes, my little sissy? Continue..." "Madame, please don't make me...wear a...uh...uh...a..." Madame raised her eyes, urging the poor man to continue, Yes....?" "Puhleeeeeze....don't make me wear a...a...a...dr...dr...dressssss." Reality set in. Tears, yes tears, he couldn't believe it, were escaping from his eyes. His face was on fire with embarrasment. The ladies in the room, all of them, were smiling, engrossed in what was taking place. Ignoring the poor man as if he wasn't even in the room, Madame calmly explained to the ladies, "This is normal. Most males display some token resistance just before they are petticoated and frocked. Master robbie is no different. Of course, he knows the futility of it all. I do enjoy it though. The begging. The pleading. The crying. It is rather humorous, witnessing their final moments in trousers, albeit sissy shorts." Then, standing directly over the sobbing little man, she ordered him to stand. And this time, rob rose from his chair. And quickly, Madame removed the frilly satin apron from the poor boy's waist, telling the women to look at the direction in which she was pointing her switch, "Ah! Just as I figured," exclaimed Madame. "Master robbie's sissy indicator is betraying his deperate plea to hold on to his masculinity." Madame was right. The noticeable bulge fighting frantically to break out of the tight confines of his sissy shorts had indeed "betrayed" him. The wide-eyed ladies grinned their approval. "Sit down, my little man, in your little chair while I remove your shoes and socks. You need to be petticoated..."
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The little man's eyes darted around the room, hoping to find even one sympathetic spectator. Instead he found the women greedily watching his every move..and Madame's every order. ~L~ynn fingered the lacy hem of her white satin slip, teasing her little boytoy with tantalizing glimpses of her own lace. Her mesmerizing femininity, and a slight nod of her head directing him to comply with Madame, were now really all that were needed. Slowly the little man slumped back down into his little chair and waited for Madame to remove his shoes and frilly anklets. Madame glared between robbie's legs, ordering him, "Spread your legs, my little man. I shall not ask you again. Spread them!" The meek little man acquiesced, and when he did, Madame was quick to notice the large bulge desperately trying to free itself from the tight confines of the sissy shorts. "Keep your legs spread, sissy!" Madame stood up, took her switch, and pointed to the area in which the man's sissy indicator was eagerly responding, as Madame characterized it, "accordingly. You see, ladies, the sissy is torn...torn between exquisite excitement and intense humiliation and embarrassment. He is in, how shall I say it, yes, ...the perfect storm. He knows he is to be petticoated in minutes, and that all of these adorable little dainty frilly sissy dresses are for him. He knows that no matter how hard he tries to deny...resist...beg...plead...whatever, he WILL be wearing dresses, dainty sissy dresses, until I say otherwise." Then Madame pointed to the area between his legs again. "Oh my, look at his little sissy indicator now. How he strains to be let out of his nasty boy trousers and imprisoned in taffeta and lace petticoats." Looking disdainfully at the little man, she ordered him to stand up again. "Allow me, ladies, to humor you if I may." The defeated little man got up from his chair and was ordered to stand next to two stainless steel dress racks displaying some of the frilliest, laciest, sissiest little party dressses imaginable. Pale pink and white were the only two colors. They were all of stiff gleaming satin. Some had immense clouds of tulle underskirts while others had stiff rustling organdy petticoats. But all of them were deeply frilled with exquisite lace and sissy bows. Madame continued her assault, "I believe that sissies should be kept in only the frilliest and sissiest of dresses. Short satin dresses which rustle at even the slightest movement. The swishing skirts serve as a constant reminderr to the sissy that extreme feminization and intense petticoating represent his new life. His dresses will be short, midthigh, in order for his lacy petticoats to permanently be exposed. This little sissy will experience deep humiliation as the last remnants of his boyhood become a distant memory..."
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And Now Madame closed in on her prey. As she moved towards him, the little man moved back, or attempted to move back, but he backed into a rack of rustling satin and lace. Fear was in his eyes. He realized now that there would be no escape. The women in the room were laughing now. He cowered as Madame approached. He was trapped by the frilly sissy dresses on every side. Surrounded by satin and lace. "My, my, my little sissy man. Will you be a brave little girly-boy for Madame and put on your first frilly little party dress for me? Hmmmm...? After all, you ARE a sissy, now aren't you? Hmmmmm...? And you're a very special little sissy. A sissy with a weakness for petticoats. And frilly little satin party dresses. And makeup. And dainty ruffled sissy panties." Rob's breathing got heavy. He gulped. "No...no...Madame....please! Please don't petticoat me! I really am a man. I really am! Please don't!" Laughing gaily, Madame countered, "Now, now, my little pantywaist. The sooner I get you into your first frilly little party dress and petticoats the sooner I can begin my program to permanently sissify and petticoat you. The only thing left for us to decide is which dainty little frock you will be wearing for your initiation. Now...hand me your sissy shorts..NOW!" She snapped the switch in front of the cowering little man. "And you best be quick about it!" Rob gulped again, looked desperately about the room for any one of the women to come to his aid, saw none, and then slowly...unbuttoned the velvet sissy shorts until...finally...they slid down his legs and to the floor. "Hand them to me, sissy, folded!" Madame held out her right hand. The pitiful little man handed them over...folded. "You won't be needing these any more," she said, disdainfully taking them from the little man and tossing them on the sofa. Standing in his frilly bloomers, the little man felt his sissy indicator spring fully to life. The satin confines of the bloomers only exacerbated his sissy indicator's excited state. The little man's silk blouse came next and now he stood in front of the women in his lacy camisole and ruffled lace bloomers. Madame proclaimed, "Now that you have been relieved of those nasty boy shorts and your sissy blouse, you are to be frocked and petticoated. Ladies," Madame addressed her cadre of female friends, "Watch his sissy indicator the next few minutes as I describe to all of you exactly how I plan to permanently sissify and feminize our little sissy man here..."
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Mdame turned to Nancy, ~L~ynn's dressmaker extraordinaire, commending her on the exquisite collection of dainty dresses she had so skillfully designed and crafted for this very moment. "My dear Nancy, you have done wonderful work in creating such frilly and girly frocks for our young man here. Midthigh length party frocks will allow for us a generous view of the sissy's petticoats, thus assuring everyone of his sissy and petticoated status. When he is allowed to sit in his short little party frock, his lacy petticoat hems will be impossible to hide. And because young master robbie here has a special penchant for stiff rustling petticoats and their undeniable ultrafeminine effect on him, his feminization will be impossible for him to resist. The combination of short frilly party dresses and stiff lacy petticoats will enable me to quickly subdue and eradicate any hint of masculinity he might fight to retain. My dear," she asked Nancy, "May we see the collection of petticoats he will be wearing beneath his frilly little dresses, please?" "Why of course, Madame Chadwick," Nancy enthusiastically responded. "And do you have the frilly rhumba-style sissy panties for us to choose for him, too, my dear?" "Madame Chadwick, they were designed specifically according to your wishes." "The emphasis was on lace, my dear?" Madame Chadwick asked. "Yes, Madame!" responded Nancy enthusiastically again. Poor rob's sissy indicator continued to grow more excited. And Madame didn't miss this opportunity to bring it to the attention of these beautiful women. Pointing her switch to the area of rob's sissy indicator, Madame explained matter-of-factly, " I always find it particularly amusing how just before a new sissy boy is frocked and petticoated, his sissy indicator becomes very excited, anticipating the moment. And yet, the sissy himself has a myriad of emotions, often fraught with contradictions. It is a time when the tears flow freely...and it is the time that I most relish..."
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Madame stared icily at her sulking little man. The man who had used his golf, his ability to converse about all things masculine, who had used his money and influence to insulate himself from his frilly little fantasies...until now. And just as Madame Chadwick had so accurately predicted, the tears were flowing. Poor little rob was confronting reality. Or...it was confronting him. There was no escape. Of course, he already knew that. "Ladies, once a sissy is frocked and petticoated, he believes that his indoctrination will be, like his silly fantasies, only temporary. Let me be perfectly clear regarding my philosophy on petticoating. It is permanent. My sissies are NEVER allowed to wear trousers ever again. The very thought of it is repulsive to me. The more intense the petticoating, the more frequent the humiliation of a sissy, the more docile and dainty he will become. His masculinity quickly becomes subjected to the swish of rustling satin and the sight of frilly lace. And because master robbie has an intense fetish for stiff petticoats and frilly little party dresses, well..." And then she pointed, yet again, to his frenzied sissy indicator, stating, "It's obvious he needs to be petticoated. It's also obvious that his excited sissy indicator may no longer be concealed beneath his lacy bloomers. Young man, it's time we put you into your first frilly little party frock. At least the layers of rustling petticoats and your satin party dress can hide your sissy indicator from making such an immodest display of itself. But first, we need to get you into panties fit for only the sissiest of sissies." And then the tears welled up in poor rob's eyes. It was these beautiful women, so many of them, and his beautiful girlffiend, ~L~ynn, all delighting in his final and ultimate emasculation. Madame Chadwick moved quickly to one of several large armoires in the corner of Dr. Haynes' study. She opened a drawer and began meticulously searching amongst an abundance of lacy confections. And then finally she removed what can only be described as a delicately crafted pair of the laciest sissy panties even rob had ever seen. As a matter of fact, ALL he could see was LACE. Ruffled dainty white lace. As Madame retrieved them from the drawer she held them up for everyone's inspection. Two pink satin bows adorned each side on the front, nestled just above the sea of ruffled white lace. Madame proudly held the satin sissy panties directly in front of the ladies, ignoring her little boytoy. "Excellent, Nancy! The lace is exquisite! And the sissy panties are lined with this beautiful white bridal satin, too. All sissies just adore satin lined panties. Their sissy indicators precictably respond quite favorably to the cool girly satin. And the abundance of lace should help to hide the frenzied sissy indicator's love of it's impending feminization." Turning to poor rob, Madame smiled coldly, stating, "These are the panties you will be wearing underneath your first party dress and petticoats for the ladies. Does it excite you my little man?" All he could do was gulp. But his sissy indicator was doing much more. Standing now directly in front of her little man, she put the sissy panties in his trembling hands. "Feel your lace, my little sissy boy. Go ahead. Feel it. You know you want to. After all, you're a special little sissy. You're a lace-loving sissy. You adore seeing women in lacy slips, lacy bras, slipdresses...anything lacy. It turns you on. You can't help it. You wished it didn't because then, perhaps, you wouldn't be a little sissy boy. But, alas, you are a little sissy boy. Aren't you?"... She didn't wait for his answer. "Do you approve of your dainty sissy panties, master robbie? Are they lacy enough for you? And don't you just adore the little pink satin bows, between the rows of ruffled lace? They're going to look so pretty beneath your petticoats." No answer from rob. Not a word. But there were more tears. "Hand me your bloomers, young man. It's time we got you into something far more dainty. And be quick about it!" He gulped again. "Puhleeeze, Mistress, please don't make me wear these. Please don't..." Now it was comical. Angie laughed out loud. Dr. Jennifer Haynes joined her in her moment of merriment. Even ~L~ynn looked directly at her little man, played with the lacy hem of her white satin chemise, and taunted him to "Stand up to Madame, Honey. Go ahead. Prove you're a man. Tell her you won't obey her. Demand that she give you your pants back. If not, well, you're soon going to find yourself in petticoats and one of those little girly satin party dresses." Rob said nothing. He was too busy staring at ~L~ynn's beautiful lacy lingerie. Madame coldly responded to ~L~ynn's playful taunting, "Young man, you were very disrespectful to your girlfriend . You've been a bad boy. And bad boys get petticoated. Now...if you can show your last ounce of manhood to us now by stopping this foolishness, I will let you put on your sissy panties over there." Madame pointed to a corner of the room, between three racks of frilly party frocks. "That's right, between one of your new dresses you will be wearing for the ladies." "Your dresses," rob heard this powerful, stern woman call them for the first time. "I do not expect you take all day to do this simple task. You are to put on your sissy panties for me this instant! I shall not tell you again, young man!" The women stared. They were smiling. Rob looked at them. He wanted to resist. But like every other time he had been faced with the challenge, he could not. "I have no problem pulling down your knickers in front of the ladies and putting your sissy pants on in front of them. Your last chance." "Yes, Madame," whispered rob. "Did you forget your curtsey, sissy?" Rob meekly curtsied. "Do it again, sissy." He did. He held the curtsey longer this time. "You have thirty seconds to put these on." The little man was dismissed with a wave of Madame's hand. He scampered over to the corner of the study and slid between the rustling sissy party dresses. Poor rob was so close to the frilly dresses. And they WERE frilly! Lace, satin, tulle, pale pink, white. And sooooooo short! So very girlishly, sissy...short! "Fifteen seconds, young man!" Madame reminded him. Poor rob. The frilly dresses had stolen his attention. And he was certain these women knew it. Dropping his bloomers to the floor, he quickly slid the cool satin and lace sissy-style rhumba up his shaking legs. He saw nothing but lace! Row after row after row after row of ruffled white dainty lace. And the pink satin ribbons! "My god, he realized, i am a sissy..."
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The rows of frilly white lace were so expansive that even the lace ruffles swished as the poor little man re-emerged from the dainty sissy dresses. And his sissy indicator was in a frenzied state as it lay nestled between the cool satin caresses of the inner cool satin lining of the dainties. And when rob looked down at what he was now wearing, approaching these beautiful women, his face had never been redder...more on fire...than it was now. "Come over here and stand beside me, sissy boy," Madame ordered with her ice cold stare and her piercing eyes. The dainty lacy ruffles swished as he acquisced to her newest demand. ~L~ynn fingered the lacy hem of her white satin chemise as her boytoy moved beside Madame. "A decided improvement, ladies!" Madame triumphed. She took her switch and, using it as an effective pointer, directed the ladies' attention to the rows of rufled white lace which screamed "sissy" to everyone. Calmly explaining, Madame continued, "The sissy panties are totally embellished in rows of ruffled white lace. Lace is very important in the defining of a sissy boy, especially one with such an obvious lace fetish. Once he has been petticoated and I have him in dainty party dresses, this little sissy boy will wear only sissy panties as yet another constant reminder of his subjugated and petticoated status. Sissies like rob here who have a serious fetish for all things dainty and feminine are always easier to control and sissify once they have their sissy indicators buried deep below layers of satin and frilly lace. Besides, once he has been frocked, lingerie inspections will be frequent. And it simply wouldn't be appropriate for a sissy to have normal panties underneath his dainty dresses. I have no doubt that his sissy indicator has risen to new lengths." Then Madame pulled her switch away and directed rob to examine with hiw own little trembling fingers the intricate detail of the exquisite lace. "Sissy boy, touch your frilly lace. Go ahead...feel it..caress it...take your dainty little fingers and play with your frilly lace..." His face reddened even more. And now the beautiful ~L~ynn was looking at her own lacy hem, examining it with her long fingers, taunting her boyfriend, "Rob, don't do it. Stand up to Madame. Prove you're not a little sissy boy." The other women sat in the room transfixed, waiting to see if the little man would finally stand up to Madame. "Don't be silly, my dear ~L~ynn," retorted Madame Chadwick. "Just look at him. Standing proudly in his frilly lacy little satin sissy panties. He is powerless to resist what I intend do to him. Once I have him in petticoats and a frilly little frock, you'll never believe what he will do for me. He knows there is no escape. He knows tonight is the night. He knows he's going to be petticoated. And he knows I won't take 'no' for an answer..."
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"I'm not doing this!" From nowhere the desperate little man shouted out defiantly. The room froze with silence. Nobody said a word, not even Madame. Rob stood with his fists clinched. He shouted again, "I'm not doing this. Give me back my pants...right now." Still none of the women said a word. How foolish he looked, standing in front of these beautiful women, stripped of all things masculine, and ordered into the frilliest, laciest pair of sissy rhumba panties imaginable. Then he directed his next shout to Mdame, "I demand that you give me back my pants right now! I'm leaving!" Still no one said anything. Rob looked around the large study for anyone...anyone to empathize with his plight. Then he looked at the beautiful ~L~ynn, stating to her that "I'm ready to go. This has gone far enough. Get my pants for me, Honey." "Oh sweetheart, I do not have your trousers. Madame has them. You'll have to get them from her." The beautiful ~L~ynn stroked her long blonde hair, pursed her lips, smiled warmly, and nodded at Madame. Then she slowly crossed her legs, adjusted her satin chemise, and fingered its wide white lace hem. As she continued to play with her own dainty lace, the poor man found himself momentarily mesmerized by this beautiful woman's overpowering femininity. It was as though She had zapped every bit of that momentary masculine resolve he thought he had recaptured. Madame Chadwick noticed, too, and quickly seized control of the moment, "Ladies, this is actually quite normal. A desperate resistance. Token for most sissy boys. Most my new charges do put up one last desperate attempt to resist feminization and petticoating. It's humorous, actually," she laughed. "A desperate little laddie frantically realizing that he is about to be frocked and petticoated. Deprived of his masculinity once and for all. The realization that he is to be sissified." Turning to rob, she cheerily remarked, "Yes, my little cherub, the sand in your hourglass has run out." Madame then walked over to another armoire. A large white French armoire. The women were on the edge of their seats. Rob heard the click of the key as the top cabinet doors were unlocked. And then, Madame swung the two doors open, swinging them to each side. And then...THE moment......There THEY were........Freeing themselves from the confines of the armoire......The poor little sissy man feasted his eyes at them.........Masses of white rustling swishing clouds exploded into full view. White clouds. Net. Taffeta. Silk. Organza. Tulle. And the lace. Ohhhhhhh the lace. Rob gulped. His face reddened. His sissy indicator sprang to even greater attention. How he had fantasized..... How he had dreamed...... How he had read the tantalizing stories. Of the poor lad unable to resist. Of the abject humiliation that undoubtedly would come next. And yes, even the undeniable...his excitement. "Enough of this nonsense, master rob. You need to be petticoated." Madame declared...
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Madame moved to another large French white armoire, swung the cabinet doors to each side, and there, again, like large voluminous clouds, were more petticoats. Their bouffant frilliness would serve their purpose well beneath the dainty satin party dresses surrounding the poor little man. And then Madame reached inside the cabinet, and as the rustling pettis swished loudly, located an especially poufy confection of stiff taffeta, net, and lavish white lace. Attached to a pale pink satin hanger, Madame separated it from the many other petticoats, removed it slowly from the armoire, turned to face her little boytoy, and shook the hissing multilayered confection in front of her audience. Rob gulped. His breathing intensified. His face was burning. And yet he could not keep his desperate sissy indicator from its predictable response. "Now, my little one, it is time." An evil smile crossed Madame Chadwick's determined face. She shook the stiff rustling symbol of sissydom at the frightened man again. Rob begged and pleaded, "No, Madame...no...please...no...please don't do this...to...me...please." He looked at ~L~ynn, this beautiful blonde who had brought him here, and pleaded, "~L~ynn, let's go...I'm ready to leave...get my...clothes...please..." But his voice tailed as Madame severely reprimanded him, "Young man, you are being most disrespectful to Miss ~L~ynn!" "Oh, Madame, I...I...I..." Madame Chadwick closed in on rob. Why was he so frozen to the floor, at the very moment when he knew he needed to muster the courage to run...why, oh why...as he feasted his eyes on the stiff rustling lace petticoat Madame now dangled perilously close to him...The closer Madame got to rob, the wider his eyes got. Madame was unrelenting. She shook the petticoat again, only this time taking her long painted fingernails to fluff the multilayered skirts of the stiff lacy petticoat, eyeing her prey, "You're going to just love wearing petticoats, my little sissy boy. Madame will see to that. And since you've been such an especially naughty little boy during your visit with the girls, you'll be wearing an especially frilly little dress for us. A dainty little satin frock so short your frilly little petticoats will be exposed for all to see..."
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Again rob looked at the beautiful ~L~ynn, his eyes pleading for her intervention. She was the only one now who might pull him from the suddenly all too real fantasy come reality. Madame shook the petticoat teasingly at her little boytoy. rob's sissy indicator responded deep within the double satin lined sissy panties. Thankfully, for the little man, the ultragirly rows of ruffled white lace hid this growing problem for him. Madame stepped one step closer. "PLEASE! ~L~ynn, please! Let's get out of here. Get my clothes!" This time, the beautiful blonde hesitated...almost contemplatively wondering in her own head if maybe, perhaps, she should help her little man out of this house and off the grounds of the massive gated estate. Madame looked at ~L~ynn. She knew the beautiful blonde might lack that final resolve. The beautiful blonde looked at her boyfriend again. He looked desperately back for her to come to his aid. But before ~L~ynn could respond, Madame seized control of the moment. Taking the stiff, lace befrilled rustling petticoat confection, she walked directly over to stand in front of the beautiful blonde. rob waited, watched, and then begged, "~L~ynn, let's get out of here. Go to the city for the week. This woman is crazy." Madame Chadwick calmly looked at the beautiful blonde, never dignified rob's last remark, and spoke directly to ~L~ynn, "My dear, you, too, need to be petticoated...for now. For good measure, of course. You DO understand, don't you? It will make things...how shall I say it...easier? Yes, easier. Then young master robbie will be less difficult for me to handle. Now, my dear, take off you pretty slip and put THIS on," she shook the frilly confection in front of ~L~ynn. The beautiful blonde was mesmerized. Stunned. "Quickly, my dear. The sooner I get you into a frilly little party frock the sooner my little sissy boy can understand that HIS own feminization and sissification IS inevitable." Dr. Jennifer Haynes, Angie, and Nancy all sat with their mouths open. ~L~ynn hesitated. Madame Chadwick did not. Reaching out with her left hand while she tantalizingly held the hissing little petticoat in her right hand, she waited for the beautiful blonde to hand over to her the satin and lace chemise slip. "Stand up, my dear, so I can put you into your petticoat." rob was too stunned to say anything. Madame smiled triumphantly at her little sissy man while ~L~ynn obediently complied. And then, in yet another defining moment of absolute control, Madame Chadwick handed the stiff lacy petticoat to the beautiful blonde and ordered her to put it on. "Slide the frilly petticoat up your legs s-l-o-w-l-y, my dear. V-e-r-y slowly, so young master robbie can understand once and for all that any resistance is futile..."
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Madame Chadwick stared triumphantly at poor little master robbie as this beautiful blonde, HIS girlfriend, was now under Madame's strict control. "You will pay dearly for your naughtiness and your obstinance, my little sissy boy. The naughtier the boy the more extreme the sissification. Stiff lace petticoats and frilly little party dresses will RULE you! You will be subjected to the most extreme methods of petticoat discipline possible. You shall pay dearly for this outburst this morning in front of the ladies." Meanwhile, the beautiful leggy blonde s-l-o-w-l-y slid the rustling petti confection up her long tanned legs. rob watched in amazement as the layers of taffeta and net lacily swished and rustled while this beautiful woman seductively and femininely toyed with the ruffled white lace hems of her own girly petticoat. She knew EXACTLY what she was doing. The crackling pettiskirts made their way slowly up her legs until,finally, this tall beautiful blonde had pulled the white satin waistband of the petticoat into place. Oooooooo...the petticoat was soooooo short, rob thought to himself. And sooooooo FULL. So puffy. So...so...so...G-I-R-L-Y. ~L~ynn stood, almost triumphantly, in front of Madame Chadwick, seeking Madame's approval...and ignoring her sissy boytoy. "That's better, my dear," Madame smiled. Pointing to the short rustling petticoat, Madame Chadwick ordered the beautiful blonde to "fluff your skirts, my dear. They are a bit wrinkled." The beautiful blonde made delicious froufrou with her short stiff rustling pettiskirts until Madame nodded her head in approval. "My dear, check your lace. Some of your lace hems seem to be a bit wrinkled. We mustn't have wrinkled pettticoats, now must we?" This time, Madame Chadwick looked condescendingly at rob, and ordered him to "Stand here...beside me, sissy boy. Soon you will be in petticoats, too. Let this be a lesson to you. Little girls do not allow themselves to wear wrinkled petticoats. I shall conduct thorough inspections, and woe be unto you, my little sissy boy, if your own petticoats are wrinkled. Especially your lace. Watch very closely at how Miss ~L~ynn carefully corrects any wrinkled lace. ~L~ynn meticulously took her long painted fingernails and examined the lacy layers, her fingers toying playfully with her rustling skirts." Madame examined the stunning blonde's petticoat carefully... until she spotted a minor wrinkle on the side of one of the flared pettiskirts. Towering over her young male charge, She ordered rob to "Step forward. Now!" The pitiful little man meekly acquiesced. Madame Chadwick pointed her own long painted fingernail to a small lacy area of ~L~ynn's petticoat that was still upturned. "Look there, sissssy boy. Do you see that lace? Fix it...!!!" rob gulped. His sissy indicator was going crazy. "Fix Miss ~L~ynn's lace! I shan't ask you again." The poor man gulped. All women watched. Rob knew he wouldn't be able to resist. He WANTED to touch the lace. He had to touch it. He CRAVED it!...
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Lace. Why did it have to be lace? Of course, rob knew. And so, too, did Madame Chadwick. She had seen too many just like rob. The macho image. Talk of football games, golf, cars, money, women...The silly masculine facade. Desperate to maintain it. Fearful of having certain...secrets...exposed. Oh how Madame Chadwick loved toying with them. Teasing them. Taunting them. Crushing them. Humiliating them. rob had to touch the lace. No matter how hard he tried to deny it. The large room was silent. All eyes were on him. ALL feminine eyes. He was the only male. Surrounded. Enveloped. By femininity. Slowly, very slowly, as if to show his disdain for what he had been ordered to do, he moved his small trembling right hand down towards tha ultimate symbol of femininity...of feminization...the PETTICOAT. But this was no ordinary petticoat. It was stiff. It was flared. Very flared. And it had so many layers. White. Lacy. Very lacy. Each stiff rustling layer deeply trimmed in lavish white lace. And it was worn so confidently by this beautiful blonde woman who had lured him to this beautiful home. And so...surrounded by racks of dainty frilly party dresses destined for him to be put into and these beautiful women who had gathered to witness the abject humiliation of a weak male, the little man gave into his temptation. His shaking fingers finally came to rest on this beautiful blonde's stiff petticoat, its lacy hem...he barely touched the lavish white lace hem, pulled his hand back as if to resist...and the inevitable response from Madame Chadwick followed, "Fix the lace on the petticoat, master robbie...just as you will be fixing the lace on your own frilly petticoats. Miss ~L~ynn must be properly frocked in a frilly party dress as soon as you have fixed her lace on her petticoat." Poor rob's sissy indicator raged with excitement as his masculinity slowly slipped away. "Take your sissy little hand...go ahead..." Pitiful rob could resist no longer. He reached down to the wrinkled, upturned lacy hem of ~L~ynn's petticoat and nervously plucked at the snow white lace until, finally, it had been returned to its proper position." He looked at Madame Chadwick, soliciting her approval. Madame was not satisfied. "Fluff Miss ~L~ynn's petticoat skirts until they have a bit more fullness in them before I put her into a frilly party dress. Go ahead. It will be good practice for you..." Poor rob looked up alarmingly at Madame Chadwick. "Of course, little boy, YOU will be wearing more than one petticoat under your dainty party dresses. Of that you can be certain..."
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And now poor rob was expected to take his beautiful blonde girlfriend's rustling stiff petticoat and fluff it our for Madame. A v-e-r-y feminine gesture, of course. He waited. And then he begged, "Oh, please, Madame, don't make me do this! Please!" "Nonsense, little man! Take Miss ~L~ynn's petticoat skirts and fluff them out. Now!"Madame's voice was firm. And final. Desperately, again, the poor boy's eyes frantically searched the room for anyone to come to his aid. Of course, these beautiful women had no intention of stopping Madame. And the only woman who might have come to his defense was now being skillfully dominated and petticoated herself. "The longer you delay, the frillier the dress you will be wearing for us, my dear boy," smiled Madame. "And if this blatant lack of respect you are displaying right now is any indication of your reluctance to submit to my plan to feminize and sissify you, then you can expect my resolve to be quite uncompromising. Getting you into petticoats should change things, though. Now...do I apply the switch to your bottom or do you obey me? Fluff Miss ~L~ynn's petticoat." Madame took a switch and waved it in front of the simpering boy. Reluctantly, poor rob submitted. His trembling hands reached out to take ~L~ynn's stiff rustling lace petticoat, fluffed out its swishing skirts several times, looked at Madame for her approval, and Madame responded, saying in front of the women, "Fix her lace. ALL of it!" The pitiful defeated little man immediately acquiesced, his nervous fingers plucking carefully at each lacy hem as Madame towered over him. When he felt he had done an adequate job to please Madame, rob looked axiously at her for her approval. Meanwhile, ~L~ynn herself was mesmerized at the absolute control Madame had taken control over everybody in the room. And now ~L~ynn knew that she was being removed by Madame from any potential scenario where ~L~ynn might have contemplated suddenly coming to the aid of rob. No, there would be no changing her mind about poor little rob's fate. It was sealed. Madame had already contracted for Nancy to create several frilly dresses which would fit the beautiful blonde...just in case! .......Quickly Madame Chadwick directed the sissy boy to follow her to a rack of dainty dresses off to one side, slightly apart from the others. "Perhap you would like to assist your pretty...girlfriend...in the selection of a frilly party dress for HER to wear, my dear boy?" And while Madame phrased her statement in the form of a question, rob knew better than to disagree. The rack of frilly dresses appeared to be among the sissiest in the room. And these dresses were made to fit rob's statuesque girlfriend perfectly. Madame had thought of everything. ~L~ynn was still, captivated by what she was witnessing, standing in her place, wearing her stiff rustling white taffeta and net petticoat. Her long painted, and perfectly manicured fingernails were making delicious froufrou with her stiff lacy pettis. The rustle of the stiff lacy layers was intoxicating to hapless little rob. Then this beautiful blonde woman, whom he had only known for a few months, with hypnotically feminine control over him, fingered the stiff lacy hems of her girly petticoats, looked at the little man squarely in his eyes, and made more froufrou with her pettis. Now ~L~ynn moved to the center of the room. The sound of her 4-inch white stilettos making their way deliberately across the oak floor almost startled rob. ~L~ynn was now standing directly in front of rob. The blonde beauty towered over her "boyfriend." Again she made froufrou with her petticoats. Now she looked at rob condescendingly, and she spoke to him. "Fix my lace, sissy. ALL of it." Rob froze. His breathing picked up. He could smell the flowery perfume. He studied her makeup. It was alll there. The blush, the eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, at least three different colors all blended so perfectly, and her lips, red...so red only a very confident and beautiful woman would wear it. Her diamond stud earrings, all of it. And of course, her petticoats. She now intentionally directed her playful fingers to wrinkle a noticeable portion of her petticoats. "You heard me, sissy boy, fix MY lace...on MY petticoats. She stared at him. And he knew this would be a defining moment in his relationship with this beautiful blonde woman. But he had to try. He just had to say no. To THIS humiliation, for sure...And then, he said it. But this is how poor rob said it. "Puh...leeeeeze...puhleeeeze....don't....make......me......." "Are you refusing me, sissy boy?" Countered ~L~ynn, now clearly embarrassed by rob's sudden defiance of her. The women in the room all watched, including Madame. It was now between ~L~ynn and rob. The tall blonde shook her short white lace petticoats again, creating even more wrinkles."Fix my lace, little sissy boy. MY little sissy boy... "
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Again poor rob stared into her beautiful face...her lips, her eyes, her makeup, all of it was so perfect. So feminine. And the women stared at him. They waited. ~L~ynn said nothing. The sissy approached ~L~ynn...slowly. He reached out towards her frilly petticoats. But ~L~ynn stopped the weak little man's hand from touching them. "Ask me, sissy. You MUST ask me first...for permission." The beautiful blonde then took the pitiful sissy's little hand and forced him to caress the lace hems of her stiff petticoats. The sissy's breathing got heavy. "Feel them...feel my petticoats. Don't they just feel divine? And isn't my lace pretty? Go ahead. Touch it. Feel my lace. Hmmmm...? Is it true a sissy is defined by the petticoats he wears...?" She giggled. "Or maybe it's the frilliness of his dress?" The sissy's knees weakened...for the first time they really weakened...Now ~L~ynn moved in. She tightened her grip on the sissy's hand as it lay nestled in her petticoats. She tightened it even more. "Now, be a good little sissy and fix my lace while the girls and I chat." She didn't release her grip until the sissy complied. "May I please fix your petticoats?" asked ron. ~L~ynn was quick to correct the sissy. "Miss ~L~ynn, may I please fix the wrinkles in your petticoats?" The sissy repeated it to his former girlfriend. "Miss ~L~ynn, may I please fix the wrinkles in your petticoats?" The beautiful blonde looked straight into her little sissy boy's eyes, put her hands on her hips in a distinctively girly feminine way, looked down at him condescendingly, and responded to the sissy's request to touch her petticoats. "Yes my sweet littlle sissy man. You may play with my petticoats. You KNOW you want to. I'll permit you, under one itsy-bitsy condition..." she paused. Then the beautiful blonde removed her hands from her hips, and folded them squarely in the froth and lace of her petticoats. "Here's my one condition...I get to play with YOUR petticoats...whenever I wish. Now...do we have a deal, Sissy?" Rob nodded. "Good boy. Now I know that you and I have a little understanding, fix my lace. ALL of it. Enjoy this moment, my little sissy boy. Girly-girls are very particular about who we let play with our petticoats. However, because you are obviously a sissy, there is no doubt that you will respect my petticoats as that one definitive symbol of, what do they call it?...oh, yes...sissydom! Now...you may play with my pettis and fix their lacy hems while the girls and I have a chat." No resistance. None at all. The beautiful blonde had won. Resoundingly. And with that brief exchange, the silly man knelt down in front of the tall blonde, nervously took his hands and placed them into the frothy net and lace layers, and began to correct the wrinkles. The women were stunned. Madame was pleased with ~L~ynn's course of action. The silence was broken by a question from Dr. Jennifer Haynes, while poor rob toyed with the lacy layers of the blonde's petticoats. "Madame Chadwick, would you be so kind as to differentiate between petticoating, sissification, and feminization." "Of course, my dear. Petticoating emasculates the male immediately. Once he is petticoated, his male ego is crushed and humiliated. Intense humiliation is essential to the success of petticoating. And when a sissy has certain fetishistic tendencies, you exploit those tendencies. Sissies who are predisposed to frilly petticoats, dainty party dresses, sissy panties, and all things feminine and lacy are actually the most fun to humiliate. You see, THEY know they're sissies. They put up token resistance..... rob's one of those. Aren't you, sissy boy?" Madame Chadwick stunned the sissy by her question. "Just look at him. It's obvious. Once I put him into a frilly party dress and petticoats, intense sissification will begin immediately. His inability to resist his dainty little party dresses will begin to sissify him at a rapid pace. He will be kept in frilly party dresses at all times. No exceptions. The more feminine and frilly the dresses and petticoats, the sissier HE becomes." Rob heard ALL of this. Every word of it. And now his sissy indicator was betraying him...and his masculinity. "I highly recommend an extended period of petticoating and sissification...especially the petticoating... Feminization is a discussion we can have later. Besides, I like to portray him for exactly what he is...a sissy. A very frilly, girly, ultrafeminine sissy. But still a boy. A petticoated boy. Dominated by beautiful, feminine women. A sissy boy who respects all women. Who proudly WEARS petticoats. It is the petticoats that define a sissy. Sissies have many weaknesses. This sissy has a real weakness for petticoats. The stiff lacy petticoats. Just like the petticoats he is playing with now. He knows it's coming...it's coming this morning...at a festive tea party attended by beautiful, powerful, sexy, very feminine women..."
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"Fix your girlfriend's lace, sissy boy," Madame Chadwick said to poor rob. "I will not tolerate wrinkled petticoats. And I shall not be patient for much longer. I shall give you thirty seconds longer to complete this simple little task. If you have not satisfactorily adjusted all of Miss ~L~ynn's wrinkled pettis to my satisfaction then you can rest assure that I will have you practicing on your own frilly petticoats once you have been frocked and petticoated." The little man worked feverishly to complete this most humiliating task. His nervous little fingers toyed and plucked the stiff petticoats' lacy hems as the seconds flew by. And then, "Remove your hands from Miss ~L~ynn's petticoats, sissy!" Madame commanded. The poor boy obeyed instantaneously. The beautiful blonde looked down at the bouffant frilliness of her stiff lacy white petticoats. Rob's eyes looked up, desperately seeking her approval. Instead, the tall blonde looked down at the little boytoy and asked him, "Did you like playing with my petticoats, little sissy boy? Do you enjoy looking at them...wondering what it might feel like to be...wearing petticoats? Is that what a sissy boy...like you...craves? To be put into lacy petticoats and dainty frilly satin party dresses? You can't resist it, can you, my little sissy man? Oh...you wish you could. Prove to all of the beautiful women here...now...that you would NEVER allow us to humiliate you like this. The fact is...you can't resist. You can't stop us. Besides, you don't really think we would let you, do you? I mean, you ARE a sissy. And you DO know what we do to sissies, right?" rob was dumbfounded. ~L~ynn had clearly joined Madame Chadwick in the very public humiliation of him. And her femininity was now her weapon of choice.And rob knew that her awesome beauty and statuesque femininity would consume him. As if Madame were reading the little sissy man's thoughts, the stern woman interjected, "Slowly...verrrrryyyy s-l-o-w-l-y...my little sissy man...we are going to humiliate you...taunt you...emasculate you...and, finally.......petticoat you. Satin and lace. Frilly little party dresses...and oodles of stiff organdy and net petticoats...to display you for the amusement of real women..."
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Madame directed the switch she held in her right hand down towards a lacy layer of the stiff net and organdy petticoat the beautiful blonde was proudly wearing. Laying the switch within an inch of the dainty confection, a bit of upturned snow white lace was pointed out to rob. "Fix it!" Madame ordered. rob fumbled nervously at the beautiful blonde's petticoat until the lace had been corrected. Just like that. No argument Not even a peep out of the little man. "Now we are ready to find just the right little party dress for you, my dear," Madame said to the tall blonde. "An especially frilly little frock for this oh-so special occasion. Something in satin, my dear. Satin is quite feminine, and just the perfect girly fabric for a party frock. And since we have a sissy in our presence...an especially feminine little sissy...we shall allow him the privilege of fitting you into your frilly little party dress, my dear ~L~ynn." Madame looked at rob and ordered him to his feet. Standing in front of the beautiful ~L~ynn, the blonde giggled slightly, made delicious frou frou with her stiff hissing pettis, and said, in the most girly voice imaginable, "Find me the girliest, sissiest, most feminine little dress you can, my little man...one short enough that my pretty lace petticoats are visible for you to see...I want your greedy little sisssy eyes focused on my petticoats so that you will be easy to sissify and petticoat...your weakness for my lace and my femininity will accelerate your own frilly little emasculation. Her fingers toyed with the lacy hems of her pettis. You see, my little man, the frillier MY dress, the easier YOUR own petticoating will be." Madame Chadwick smiled proudly as she heard her blonde pupil speak. "You are so right, my dear ~L~ynn." Then Madame pointed to a rack of white satin party dresses, each of them heavily embellished with white lace. Looking at Nancy, the exclusive dressmaker for this collection, Madame asked her, "Nancy, do ALL of these dainty little frocks have built in petticoats? They have the most beautiful FULL skirts!!!" "Yes, Madame! Every dress I made has a double layer of organdy and stiff net sewn into the satin skirt. This, of course, allows for MAXIMUM fullness. This also allows for ANY frock to accommodate extra petticoats. The slightest movement of the swishy satin and net creates a very noticeable...and quite feminine...rustling sound. ~L~ynn's lacy petticoats will be IMPOSSIBLE hide to under any of these 'frilly little dresses." Madame continued, "And the dresses are quite short, my dear?" "Yes, Madame," replied the dressmaker. "Midthigh...or shorter." "Perfect!" Madame exclaimed.
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The tall leggy blonde moved swishingly closer to rob, so close now that her stiff rustling white lace petticoats were swishing excitedly against the front of his ruffled lace bedecked sissy panties. Lace against lace. A little sissy's fantasy. Especially when the lace was from a stiff petticoat worn be a towering, feminine, and stunningly beautiful blonde. As the blonde kept moving forward, her rustling layers of lace petticoat skirts engulfed her little sissy boytoy. She wrapped the layers of net and lace around his small frame. She backed him up against the rack of white satin party dresses, short flull-skirted rustling bridal satin, especially created for her, until the poor boy was trapped by girly femininity. ~L~ynn's girlfriends all sat mesmerized by her absolute power over the poor little man. Rob was engulfed by white satin. ~L~ynn rustled her petticoats and swished them agonizingly across the front of the man's sissy panties. Towering over the little man, she ordered him to "Find me the girliest little party dress imaginable, sissy. An especially lacy little frock. With petticoats!" Then, suddenly, rob, tried to escape, to run...The women laughed...~L~ynn held her hand firmly out in front of him, stopping the frightened little man in his tracks, putting her other hand firmly on his shoulder. "Going somewhere, sissy?" ~L~ynn laughed. rob stopped. He froze. Quickly the tall blonde removed a very frilly little party dress from its white satin hanger and held it squarely against the little man's chest. She reached down and plucked the stiff white bridal satin with her painted fingernails. She examined the short little dress as the poor man was forced to hold it in front of him, squarely against his small frame, for the blonde's inspection. "Stand still... sissy!" She played with the white puffed sleeves of the frilly little frock. The front of the bodice was encrusted with elaborate white beading and pearls. Two small satin bows were at each front side of the waist. She played with the bows. Then she lifted the stiff bridal satin skirt, examing the double layers of ruffled white crinoline net and stiff organza petticoats which were sewn into the dress. The skirt was VERY, VERY full. Dainty white lace adorned the hems of each attached petticoat. Another layer of lace embellished the hem of the white satin skirt. "Hold the dress still, sissy!" ~L~ynn commanded. She studied it for a while. "Make frow frou with the full skirt, sissy, " she ordered. rob acquiesced. His fumbling fingers swished the rustling bridal satin until the blonde beauty was satisfied. "Now, turn the dress around. Let me see the back." The little man did as ordered. The back of the dress had a giant white satin bow, embellished with more beading and pearls which sparkled brilliantly under the lighting in the room. Eight pearl buttons would need to be unbuttoned before the frilly little frock could be worn. "Ooooohhhhh! I LOVE THE BOW!!! It's so...so...girly! I'm going to feel just like a little princess in this dress! Do YOU approve, sissy? Do you like my pretty little party dress?" Before rob could answer, ~L~ynn teased her little friend. "You don't think I'll look like a little sissy girl, do you?" Rob still stood frozen. "I mean...you won't call me a...sissy, will you?" ~L~ynn teased. "Because if you do, maybe I'll just have to find YOU a frillier dress than mine!" She continued her humiliation of him. "You ARE going to wear a frilly little dress for me, aren't you, my sweet one? I mean, after all, if I am letting you pick out a pretty little dress for me, well, it seems only fair that I get choose A frilly little dress for you, right? Show you off to my girlfriends?"...
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Madame Chadwick now edged closer to where the little man was trapped amidst the satin and lace of the dainty dresses surrounding him. "Unbutton Miss ~L~ynn's frilly frock, my dear boy. She has made her selection. And I must say that it is indeed quite dainty and feminine. And the full satin skirts will allow for a generous view of her lace petticoats. Of course, my dear little man, you won't be able to keep your eyes from ejoying tantalizing glimpses of her lacy pettis. That's because you are a sissy. A sissy with a serious addiction to satin and lace. A sissy who will become more submissive, easier to emasculate, once you, too, are frocked and petticoated. Now...take your ... ladyfriend's ... dainty little party dress and quickly unfasten the buttons. You may move away from those racks of dresses...for now...until we are ready to find a frilly little frock for YOU." Madame directed the little man to the center of the room. As rob managed to extricate himself from the dresses surrounding him, the swishing and rustling of the stiff bridal satin skirts hissed at him while he cradled ~L~ynn's selection in his arms. When he made it to the center of the room, ~L~ynn stood in front of him. His nervous little fingers begain working to unfasten the small pretty pearls buttons in the back of the satin frock. The slightest move he made created an exciting swishing and rustling sound of the stiff satin skirt and the layers of built-in petticoats. All of the women were looking at him. His face was on fire with embarrassment. And, most of all, the telltale sign of his sissy indicator was pulsating madly beneath the cool satin confines of his lacy satin sissy panties. Only the rows of ruffled white lace concealed its desperate attempts to break free. But Madame was not fooled. Because just as the little man realized his increasing excitement nestled deep beneath his own satin and lace, she remarked casually, "Soooo, my little sissy man...is your little sissy indicator enjoying this? Hmmm? Is all of this femininity too much for 'him'? Is he desperate to betray your silly ... masculinity ... or what is left of it? Tell me, my little one. As your fingers nervously work to unfasten the last few buttons, and I am about to order you to petticoat your own girlfriend in the sisssiest of party dresses, are you ready to admit the obvious to me? Well...are you?" rob never looked up. He couldn't. He just couldn't. "Go ahead, my little boy. It's okay. Surrender. Surrender to a life of humiliation." Madame laughed. As she did, the poor man unfastened the final button on the frilly white satin confection. Somehow the poor man had regarded his refusal to answer Madame as his own small personal victory. "Good boy!" Madame commended rob, noticing he had completed his task of unbuttoning the dainty dress. "Now, my boy, help Miss ~L~ynn into her pretty party frock. Because you are so short, Miss ~L~ynn will need to step into the dress. Hold her dainty frock out so that she may step into it. Then it will be your job to pull her petticoats down once she has pulled the dress up over her shoulders. Go ahead, sissy. The sooner we have Miss ~L~ynn frocked then we can petticoat you and choose a frilly little party frock for your first dress. Now rob nervously held the rustling gleaming white satin party dress out for the beautiful blonde to step into. And as she did, the little man helped her slide the rustling dress up her long tanned legs. "Push my petticoats down while I pull my dress up, rob," ~L~ynn ordered him. He felt like her maid, assisting her as she slowly pulled the girly dress over her lacy bra and into place. Her arms fit through the puffed satin sleeves perfectly. She reached down and shook her short skirts. And oh, were her skirts short! "Adjust Miss ~L~ynn's petticoats, sissy, while I button her into her dress," Madame ordered rob. "Go ahead; kneel down and gently pull her petticoats, fluff them out, and fix her lace. When you are done, then it will be your turn..."
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Those words were spoken very deliberately by Madame. lmost matter-of-factly. rob gulped at what he knew was coming. His sissy indicator was straining against the cool confines of satin and lace. rob lanced at the frilly dresses surrounding him. Dresses fit for a sissy. Dresses he knew which would fit him perfectly. The conflict deep within him was surfacing. The abject humiliation versus that undeniable...excitement. As he glanced at the beautiful women, each of them, Angie, Nancy, Dr. Haynes, and ~L~ynn, he realized that his final chance to resist...to somehow rescue his masculinity...was not going to materialize. Because as the tall, bonde, exquisitely feminine blonde beauty stood over him, she asked her little boytoy, "So, robbie, are you ready to take your final sissy test? Hmmmm?" As the poor little man cowardly avoided answering the beautiful blonde, she shook her petticoats billowing out from underneath her childishly short skirts. Meanwhile, the little man continued desperately to adjust her pettis, but to no avail. "You love playing with my petticoats, don't you, sissy boy? They are pretty, aren't they? So girly. So feminine. Are you ready for some of your own? It's obvious you love playing with mine. And only a sissy would would allow us to humiliate and completely emasculate you as we are doing. Of course, we've only barely started with you. Now...tell me...tell me you're a little sissy boy." ~L~ynn made delicious froufrou with her short petticoat skirts. She fingered the lacy hems. Her little sissy man's eyes feasted themselves on her petticoats. "Stand up, sissy!" ~L~ynn ordered. The frightened little man obeyed. "Tell me." ~L~ynn repeated her order. "Go ahead...tell me." rob rubbed his face. He shook his head, back and forth, and begged the beautiful woman, "~Lynn, please. Please don't do this to me. Please." "Say it." "Please., ~L~ynn." "It's MISS ~L~YNN, sissy. Now say it." The man gulped. He breathed a deep sigh. "I...........I.........mmmm..........a...........sis.........sy." The beautiful blonde smiled. " "Say it again...this time so the girls can hear you." Everybody in the room was silent. ~L~ynn's crossed hands were folded in the front of her rustling bouffant satin skirts. rob looked around the room. He gulped. "I'm a........sissy." "And you need to be petticoated?" ~L~ynn replied. "Yes." "Yes, Miss ~L~ynn," she corrected him. "Yessss, Miss ~L~ynn." "Get my lipstick for me, sissy," ~L~ynn ordered. "Lipstick and petticoats go together..."
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Dr. Jennifer Haynes summoned the poor sissy boy over to where she was sitting. The pathetic male walked slowly towards her until he was standing in front of her. On top of her desk was a small pale pink patent leather cosmetics bag with a small dainty carrying strap. Dangling the exquisitely feminine makeup bag in front of the sissy, she cooly remarked, "Everything you will need is inside this adorable little bag. Isn't it sweet!" Dr. Haynes laughed and ordred rob to take it, daintily, from her. Then she instructed him to "carry the bag like a little girl...a sissy. I'm quite certain you have spent many hours observing, with great envy, the ladies as they carry their purses and their makeup. Handing the pink makeup bag to rob, Dr. Haynes ordered her little male charge to "daintily hold the bag out for all of us to see...and give all of us that exaggerated limp-wrist that ALL real sisses just adore to demonstrate." The ladies joined in the merriment. rob, mesmerized by the feminine beauty of the dominant Dr. Haynes, did as he had been instructed. Madame Chadwick commented, "Once he is petticoated and frocked, his stiff satin skirts will be so full that he will be forced to mince about, limp-wristed, skirts and petticoats rustling. Dainty dresses such as those he will be wearing will greatly accelerate his feminine sissy mannerisms. Young man, take your dainty little cosmetics bag to Miss ~L~ynn so that she may apply your lipstick." rob moved back to the center of the room to face the beautiful blonde in her short frilly party dress. "Hand me the lipstick that is in your little bag, sissy," ~L~ynn said. rob's fingers nervously worked to unzip the bag. As he looked inside, he saw a compact, a blush brush, and a set of four eyeshadows before he worked his way to the bottom and discovered a pale pink tube of lipstick. Fumbling to pull the lipstict to the top of the bag without spilling its contents, he finally managed to get it out. "Good boy!" ~L~ynn mockingly exclaimed. Holding out her hand, rob handed it over to ~L~ynn. Removing the top, ~L~ynn handed it to rob for him to hold for her. And then, turning the tube s-l-o-w-l-y, the pale pink lipstick finally appeared. She aimed the tube at the poor little man's mouth, ordering him to "Stand still, don't move, and pout your lips for me. You know what to do." He obeyed, and the beautiful blonde, now standing so close to the obedient little sissy that her full satin skirts and stiff petticoats were brushing and swishing against the front of his ruffled lace panties, skillfully applied a full coat of the pale pink "Cotton Candy" lipstick to her little sissy's lips. Ordering him to purse his lips and pout them again, she applied more. Stepping back, she smiled proudly at the effect. "Is this your first coat of lipstick, rob?" ~L~ynn asked. "Or have you secretly experimented with makeup before?" The sissy boy never had time to respond before the tall feminine blonde then ordered him to "tie my pretty satin bow in the back of my dress for me, sissy." She turned to face her lady friends, skirts and pettis rustling, while the pathetic rob again nervously tried to get his hands to cooperate. The first couple of attempts were futile. ~L~ynn was growing impatient. "Any real sissy should be able to tie a simple bow on a girl's pretty party dress. Are you so incompetent that you cannot even handle this simple task? No wonder you need to be petticoated. You're not nearly girly enough for me!"
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Madame directed her attention to the bumbling sissy as he continued to clumsily attempt to tie ~L~ynn's pretty satin bow in the back of her ridiculously short frilly satin party dress. Smiling condescendingly at the diminuitive little man, she ordered him to watch her as she took the long thick white satin ribbon and tied a very large prominent feminine bow in the back of the beautiful blonde's frilly little dress. Her hands skillfully plucked at the bow for a moment to make it even fuller. "Now! There we are. A pretty bow for your petticoated and frocked lady friend. A REAL sissy would have already mastered such a simple task. Rest assured that the next time your little female friend is frocked, YOU will tie the perfect bow. By then you will have had hours of practice." And then Madame Chadwick looked at the beautiful Dr. Haynes and asked her the defining question: "Dr. Haynes, recite for the ladies...and our little sissy wannabe...some of his shameful little secrets." rob gulped. "Of course, Madame. rob has a sissy...a frilly little sissy inside of him desperately wanting to come out and play. A sissy who craves humiliation. A sissy desperate to experience emasculation. A sissy with a serious fetish for the...how shall I say this...the ULTRAFEMININE. Right now, at this very moment, as he is surrounded by powerful, dominant, and very feminine women, he realizes that ALL of the frilly little dresses in this room are intended for him. What he doesn't realize is that you, Madame, have every intention of sissifying him...permanently. He has worn trousers for the very last time. His petticoat and lace fetishes will consume him. He won't be able to resist. The many nights he has surfed the internet looking at frilly little dresses, the satin and lace, and, of course, stiff rustling petticoats...reading the tantalizing little stories of poor unfortunate little males unable to resist feminizing women...the abject humiliation accompanied by his undeniable excitement...give us all the insight we need to permanently keep him in frilly dresses. Deep down, the fantasies have become more dominant. He has become more vulnerable. And now...the proverbial perfect storm. What he does not realize yet, however, is the permanence of his new status. Late at night, he reads the stories, fantasizes, and then retreats to his masculine facade. We will not tolerate that anymore. Nor will that feminine little sissy inside of him. You see, my dainty little man," Dr. Haynes declared to her male charge, it is time you were exposed for what you really are. A sissy. A frilly, limp-wristed, petticoated and pathetic excuse for a man. The sand has run out of your hourglass...."
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Then the statuesque Dr. Haynes slowly rose from her chair behind her desk, walked around the corner of it, and hypnotically spoke softly, femininely, to the simpering little man. "Now, tell me. Tell me what you need. Tell all of us what you need. You know what you must tell us. Go ahead. You cannot resist." rob gulped. His face turned even redder. A bead of sweat slowly inched down his forehead. He hoped the silence would bring him respite. Of course, it did not. "You've ben a very bad boy, master robbie, haven't you? Hiding your shameful secrets. Denying your true self. masquerading as some kind of a man...Tell me, my little man, are your lacy satin sissy panties hiding your excitement. Or are they hiding your shameful secret. Hmmm...???" The tall and femininely dominant Dr. Haynes then reached down with her right hand and plucked the mass of ruffled white lace embellishing rob's sissy panties. The beautiful hypnotherapist looked deeply into her captive little man's wide frightened eyes. She smiled wickedly. "You've been a bad little boy, haven't you? Hmmm...???" She plucked at the frilly sissy's lace again. Played with it between her long painted fingernails. "Tell me..." rob gulped. And then, yes...a tear formed in his eye. Dr. Haynes had no mercy. "Tears of shame, my little sissy?" rob's breathing became heavier. he noticed the beautiful doctor's makeup...her lipstick, blush, eyeshadow...so feminine. So intoxicating. ~L~ynn stood beside the beautiful doctor, making noisy frou frou with her pettis. She slowly swished her short satin skirts back and forth, each time displaying tantalizing glimpses of her lacy petticoat layers. Dr. Haynes continued, methodically. "You HAVE been a bad boy, haven't you, master robbie? And you DO know what we do to bad little boys, do you not?" The terrified little man began to back up. Dr. Haynes and ~L~ynn giggled at him mockingly. "Tell me, my little sissy man, what happens to bad little boys?" Of course, rob knew what he was expected to say. And before he knew what he was doing, he replied, softly, "You petticoat them." "Ah! That's better!" Dr. Haynes responded. And she added, "And then we put them in frilly little party dresses. You do know that, don't you sissy robbie?" rob nodded that he did. There, that's better, rob. Now...tell us you've been a bad little boy. Go ahead. Do it." "I've been a...bad...lit...tle boyyyyy..." "Good. Now say it again." "I've been a bad little boy..." "And," responded Dr. Haynes, "Go ahead..." "And...and...i need...to...be...petticoated." "Very good, rob! You see, that wasn't so bad, now was it?"...
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The tall beautiful Doctor Haynes and her statuesque blonde accomplice moved ever so closer to their cowering male victim. They backed him into a corner of the room where many racks of frilly little party dresses hung enticingly, surrounding the pathetic little man. The beautiful blonde made rustling frou-frou with her own stiff swishing pettis. She made sure that lacy layers of stiff net and lace were constantly displayed for her little boytoy. She giggled. "I can't wait to put you in a frilly little party dress. There are just so many to choose from! Decisions decisions! You ARE going to let me play with YOUR lace, aren't you, robbie?" Then the beautiful ~L~ynn backed poor rob directly into a rack of short satin party dresses. They rustled loudly. rob's breathing got heavier. ~L~ynn quickly removed an especially frilly white satin dress and held it by its matching white satin hanger. She shook the dress directly in front of her subjugated sissy. She shook it again...triumphantly. "Only a sissy would wear something this frilly...right, robbie?" rob refused to answer. The beautiful blonde, standing in her own frilly little party dress and petticoats, shook the dress menacingly again, taunting her little man. "You're just going to adore wearing frilly little dresses for me, aren't you, Honey?" rob was breathing hard. He was surrounded by bouffant frillines and ultrafeminine girliness. And then ~L~ynn took the dainty satin frock, removed it from its hanger, and planted it squarely against the poor little man's frail body. "Ooooooooo...this little party dress looks like it will fit you like a glove! I can't wait to see you in it! It IS a bit short! But sissies, especially sissies like YOU, rob, like their frilly little dresses on the short side. It must be so you can feast your greedy little sissy eyes on ALL of those petticoats we're going to put you in." Madame laughed, and added, "The sissy's petticoats will swish and rustle excitedly each and every step the sissy takes. That will serve as a constant reminder to him that there is absolutely NOTHING masculine about him. His hissing pettis and rustling satin skirts will accelerate our complete emasculation of him. ~L~ynn plucked at the childishly short puffed satin skirts of the frilly dress as she held it against rob. She examined the attached layers of organza and net petticoats, embellished with white lace trim, and marvelled at how well they kept the short satin skirt so very full. "Oh yes, my little sissy, there will be plenty of room for your petticoats to swish and rustle beneath your short little frilly frock!" Madame Chadwick volunteered to hold the dress for ~L~ynn, suggesting "I am quite sure, Miss ~L~ynn, that you and Dr. Haynes would like to select the proper petticoats for our young man here. He does have a fondness for net, taffeta, and lace..." With that, the women in the room shared a laugh, Madame took hold of the frilly party dress, and the two beautiful women eagerly began their search for the perfect petticoats...
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"In a swish of rustling pettiskirts, the tall beautiful blonde slid out from the surounding party frocks that now trapped poor rob. The equally tall, dominant, and undeniably feminine Dr. Haynes followed. rob watched ~L~ynn's generous frilly display of white lace petticoats teasingly displaying themselves as the blonde beauty vanished, searching for what he knew were destined to be HIS petticoats. Meanwhile, the tall, firm, and svelte Madame Chadwick cut off any escape route the cowering sissy man might have entertained. He was engulfed in the racks of satin and lace party dresses. And now Madame had firmly planted the ultrafeminine, ultra-sissy, white satin party frock that ~L~ynn had just selected against his frail body. Madame plucked at the ridiculously short full satin skirts of the dress. And just as ~L~ynn had done, Madame carefully examined the numerous attached taffeta and net petticoats already sewn into the dress, marvelling at how many additional peticoats she would be forcing her latest victim to wear. She shook the frilly little frock in front of rob, commenting, matter of factly, "Petticoating you is going to be so much fun! I cannot wait to see your sissy tears flow when you realize how very permanent your sissification and feminization is to be. I just adore humiliating little sissy boys like you in front of beautiful, feminine, dominant women." "Please...puhleeeze...don't...do...this...to...mmm...mmm...eeeee...rob's voice trailed. Madame laughed. She held the frilly frock again squarely against rob's body. "My dear little man, you know it is too late. You know resistance is futile." Rob knew. But he had to try. Alas, though, his last, desperate plea for respite was interrupted by the beautiful ~L~ynn and Dr. Haynes. Each of them squeezed their way back into the plethora of dresses until they faced the little man, their arms laden with net, taffeta, and lace. Madame then ordered the cowering sissy from the surroundings of the frilly dresses and directed him to "stand in the center of the room..."
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rob knew he couldn't refuse Madame. He never even tried. Not even the slightest whimper of resistance came from his trembling lips. Madame, smiling triumphantly, returned the dainty little party frock to its matching satin hanger, held it out for the little man to take, and spoke firmly, "Bring your frilly dress with you, my petticoat slave. As soon as we get you into petticoats, you'll be wearing your very first frilly little frock for your "coming out party!" The cruel woman laughed at her latest male victim, handed him his first sissy dress, brushed aside the numerous other dresses surrounding them, and led the little man to the center of the room, rob carrying his own frilly dress. "Now, my adorable little sissy boy, hold the dress up against your frail little body so that the ladies can see it before you put it on." rob froze...just for a second...until he heard Madame say authoritatively, "DO IT!" And he did. Obediently, and shamefully, out in the open, in front of these beautiful, feminine, powerful women, he dutifully took the short frilly satin dress by the hanger and placed it squarely against his simpering excuse for a male body. Angie teased, "Does Sissy like her frilly little party dress? " The ladies laughed. And then the beautiful blonde, ~L~ynn, who had skillfully lured Her little man to this private estate with Her delightfully feminine girlfriends, relishing in their humiliation of this weak male, emerged, holding the ultimate symbol of any sissy...the petticoat. OMG! rob's knees weakened. he gulped. He was sweating now. His breathing was heavy. A beautiful blonde, over six feet tall, standing directly in front of him, herself attired in the essence of ultrafeminity and sissydom, pursed her lipstick-coated lips, tossed her long blonde hair to one side, made frou frou with her own deliciously stiff and lacy petticoats, and then ordered the little man to hand her his sissy dress. Gazing at the short satin confection for a second, she giggled teasingly, took the frilly satin dress from rob, and stated matter-of-factly, "Before I put you into your first party dress, you're going to need some petticoats. And because you're a special sissy, one with a serious fetish for all things dainty, lacy, and feminine, I've chosen some very special petticoats...just for you!" And what this beautiful blonde feminine woman produced, holding it up in front of her captive boytoy, was even more "sissy" than even this poor man could ever have envisioned. Or fantasized. A white cloud. Rustling. Lacy. FULL. VERY FULL. He had never seen anything like this ever...not on his late-night internet scavenger hunts, in the old magazine and catalog ads, or in the store windows, including Cinderella's. As ~L~ynn shook it again, the petti hissed, as if it were taunting the little man. Almost daring him to cast away his last seconds of "masculinity." The blonde beauty shook it again, right in his face. She plucked at the layers of lace. She looked down condescendingly at the poor little man. "Do you like what you see?" She giggled...
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Now the poor little man's sissy indicator was going crazy. Buried beneath the confines of its own satin prison and completely covered in a plethora of layers of ruffled white lace, it had taken over the poor sissy's thought processes. rob's eyes greedily feasted themselves on the petticoat. And then he looked at the beautiful blonde's own layers of net and lace. ~L~ynn moved in for the kill. "Here, Sissy, hand me your party dress. I'll hang it nice and neat on this dress rack so we can ALL look at it while we get you into some petticoats. Be a good boy...hand me your frilly little dress. You're just going to ADORE wearing it! I can't wait to see you in it! But first things first. You need to be petticoated. You've beeen a very bad boy. Pretending to be a man. Masquerading as a...a...boy! It's obvious you need to be in dresses. And you are in dire need of strict petticoat discipline. We need to eradicate all of those nasty male tendencies. Make you totally subservient to women. Feminize you. You can't resist. And you know it." Now Madame moved in for the kill, too. "Admit you are a sissy. Admit it." rob hesitated. "You know you are. It's obvious." rob froze. He swallowed. "Say it! Say it, SISSY!" Madame ordered. ~L~ynn made feminine frou-frou with her pettis. She held the stiff but dainty petticoat in front of her boytoy. OMG! It was SO FULL! rob's resistance instantly crumbled. "I...I..." he stammered. "Go ahead. We're waiting, SISSY!" Madame demanded quickly. I...I...neeed to be...pet...pett...petti...petticoat...petticoated..." Madame smiled. "Out with, it SISSY! Now...Say it again" "I need to be... i need to be petticoated." ~L~ynn smiled widely. She toyed with the lace of her own petticoat layers teasingly. Seductively. Femininely. Triumphantly. "Say it again," Madame ordered. "Only this time...say it like you mean it. Go ahead. We're waiting..." rob feasted his eyes on the petticoat ~L~ynn was holding...the petticoat she was holding for HIM...the ultimate symbol of her dominance over him, and acquiesced. His raging sissy indicator had overtaken him. "I need to be petticoated." There. he had said it. But Madame wasn't satisfied. "You've been a bad boy, haven't you, Sissy?" "Yes, Madame." "And bad boys get petticoated, do they not?" "Yes, Madame." "Yes, my little sissy man, they do. And they wear frilly little satin dresses. And they subjugate themselves to women." Madame took the stiff lacy petticoat from ~L~ynn, describing its every tantalizing detail for the ladies. She began by acknowledging ~L~ynn's dressmaker friend, Nancy. And then Madame turned her attention...fully...to rob. "My dear, this petticoat has been specifically made to suit the requirements that I put forth for any male I intend to sissify permanently." Taking the stiff petti and shaking it in front of the hapless sissy, she detailed its every beautiful, yet subjugating and sissifying feature. "It is made entirely of paper nylon and starched net. Three-tiered. Gathered. Three layers, and four tiers on each layer. ALL three layers are trimmed with wide flat lace on the bottom of each tier." Holding the petticoat by its top, Madame continued, "The top of the petticoat, up to the waistband, is made of beautiful white bridal satin..." And then Madame looked deep into rob's soul, and continued. "Notice, of course, the pink ribbon bows and delicate pink rosebuds embellishing the outer skirt. He's just going to love wearing this!" She continued. "I specifically requested the paper nylon because of its stiffness, as well as the starched net. When I first put a male into petticoats and dresses, the swaying movement of the his petticoats, the constant swishing sounds, and especially the exposed lace have a strong feminizing effect on ANY male. It accelerates his feminization and crushes any remaining masculine tendencies. And, of course, it is PERFECT for wearing underneath those dainty little satin party dresses ESSENTIAL to the feminization and sissifiation of ANY male." Then Madame pointed to dress rack, where the dainty, frilly, little pale pink satin party frock, characterized by its ultrasissy bouffant frilliness now was so prominently displayed. "He will adapt feminine mannerisms much faster when he is in frilly dresses and stiff petticoats." Madame dropped another bombshell. "Of course, I prefer MORE than one petticoat, just to be certain. Dr. Haynes, did you not choose a petticoat, too, for our young man?" The beautiful Dr. Jennifer Haynes smiled, glanced menacingly at rob, and held yet another FULL petticoat for the ladies..and the sissy... to see. Madame took the second petticoat from the beautiful hypnotherapist and shook it menacingly in front of her latest victim. Calmly explaining, Madame said, "Like the sissy's first petticoat, this dainty confection, too, is a mere 17 inches long. It has three layers and will be worn beneath the more decorative petticoat Miss ~L~ynn has chosen for him. But this, too, has a layer of paper nylon. As I said a moment ago, paper nylon is essential because it constantly is rustling and swishing. Notice the first layer of this stiff little petti has three tiers of white organza and a bottom tier of pink organza. The second layer has three tiers of starched paper nylon and a bottom tier of pink organza. The third layer is three tiers of starched white net. Of course, these petticoat layers, too are deeply embellished with snow-white lace. Together, the petticoats will constantly expose their lacy hems and create the kind of rustling and swishing which quickly becomes highly intoxicating to a male undergoing severe petticoat discipline. And when the victim is a latent sissy already with a serious fetish for these very ultrafeminine and dainty undies, well,..." Madame paused, laughing, "Subjugation is virtually inatantaneous!"...
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Madame turned back to her victim and ordered rob to "Admit you have been a very bad boy. Go ahead. The ladies are waiting." She took the first petticoat, the extremely sissified confection, from ~L~ynn, displayed it prominently to the sissy, caressed and fingered its lacy hems teasingly, and smiled knowingly at Her simpering helpless victim. rob swallowed hard. his mouth was dry. his face was burning. The eyes of every beautiful woman in the room were fixed on him...on this moment. Madame zeroed in, mercilessly, Make NO mistake about this...Slowly, very slowly I'm going to humiliate you and embarrass you. Slowly, very slowly, the last remaining vestige of masculinity will be stripped away. I know your weaknesses. Your vulnerabilities. I know ALL of them..." Madame laughed gaily. "Now...say it..." With that, the room grew silent. Madame rustled the stiff petticoat. It hissed at rob. It spoke the language of a sissy. "We are waiting, Sissy robbie." And then rob, pathetically, spoke those words. "I need to be petticoated. I've been a bad boy." "And you need to be put into frilly dresses?" "Yes, Madame." "Then you admit that you're a sissy?" rob hesitated to answer. Madame's icy blue eyes stared right through him. "Y...y...yessss, Madame." "Say it!" "I am a sissss...sssssyyyy..." The word trailed off, finally into a moment of silence. "good. That's better. Confesssion is always good for the soul. Yes, you are a sissy. Or at least you may think you are. But, really, you're not. At least not yet. Because when I am through training you, there will be absolutely no doubt what you are. Noooo, my little man...your training will be the absolute most intense form of petticoating one can imagine. I have very special plans for you, my dear..." And then Madame took the ultrafeminine lacy confection and handed it to her charge. "Before any of MY sissies put on petticoats, they must clearly understand that I am in complete control. Let me begain with a few basic rules. Rule number one: You are prohibited from playing with, or touching, your petticoats, whenever you are on public display, which will be often. The degree with which your mannerisms become ultra-girly and ultrafeminine will determine how frequently you are allowed to touch them. While the exquisite pleasure of petticoating may excite you, it is also my means to an end. You see, my dear little man, the more exaggerted and feminine your dresses and petticoats are, the more submissive and feminine you will become. Rule number two: Once we have put you into your first frilly party dress, you are forbidden from attempting to pull your skirts down to cover your petticoats. It is the natural inclination of all males who are being petticoated to eventually want to conceal the lace and ruffles which emasculate them. Any attempt to conceal your pettis will result in the most severe of punishments. Rule number three: Wrinkled petticoats will not be permitted. Period. Rule number four: Perfect curtseying is expected at all times. Any time you enter a room with women in it, you will perform a deep curtsey. Any time a woman addresses you, you will curtsey. When you are serving tea, you will curtsey. Before leaving a room, you will curtsey. Rule number five: You will SMILE at ALL times! Rule number six: You will be given a small makeup bag packed with all of your essential cosmetics. You will daintily carry your cosmetic bag with you AT ALL TIMES, directing it out for all women to see unless directed otherwise by me or one of the ladies in this room. Rule number seven: You will be ordered several times a day to 'present yourself' for a lingerie inspection. When ordered to do so, you will s-l-o-w-l-y raise the skirt of your frilly dress so that your petticoats may be inspected, layer by layer. Whenever guests are invited to the home, expect a petticoat inspection. Rule number eight. WOMEN HAVE ALL THE POWER. You are completely at our mercy. I will expect TOTAL obedience at ALL TIMES....Now, my little pantywaist, do you have any questions?..."
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rob gulped. Madame moved forward, carying the ultrafrilly petticoat in her hand. She backed rob all the way back to the frilly little party dress displayed so prominently on its own private dress rack. Now she oohed and aahed over the frilly little dress, while holding the stiff lacy petticoat directly in front of him. She taunted rob. Challenged his "manhood." You DO know what happens now, don't you, my frilly little man?" rob gulped. "Let me remind you, my very little sissy-wannabe. You are going to do EXACTLY as I tell you to do. Because I am going to publicly emasculate you." And then...Madame Chadwick mockingly challenged the poor man in front of these beautiful women. "Prove to ALL of us that you are at least man enough to step into your petticoat." Madame passed the frilly lacy confection to rob. "And remember the rule about a sissy caught playing with his petticoats." She laughed gaily again. Then Madame Chadwick stepped back. The center of the room was now where rob was standing. In front of the beautiful feminine women. In front of his own blonde, beautiful, feminine, now-petticoated girlfriend. And then there was Madame Chadwick. No one said a word. rob felt alone...yet surrounded. Madame changed her tone, slightly. Acknowledging " the sissy's tears," she spoke to rob, gently but firmly. "There is no escape, my little one. I know all your secrets. ALL of them." She looked at him icily. "In your wildest late-at-night fantasies, did your ever believe you might truly meet a woman just like me? Oh, you've fantasized about me, or women like me. But you never believed we really existed. Well, here is a little fact about me. I have petticoated 29 males in my life. I have never failed. You will be number 30. And EVERY male that I sissify is feminized on a scale of 1-10. Ten is the most extreme, with a "high concentration on ultrasissy, extremely exaggerated feminine tendencies, especially his dresses and his sissy mannerisms. Extreme petticoating is necessary, and guarantees complete and irreversible feminization." ~L~ynn then asked the question: "How many 'tens' have you performed, Madame?" Madame laughed, "My dear, ALL of mine have been 'tens!" rob looked at the petticoat, then at Madame Chadwick. "Now my dear, we can either do this the hard way or the easy way. Whichever you prefer, the results are going to be the same. Let me remind you, my little man, that I've already petticoated your girlfriend. Forced her into her own sissy dress, and oodles of petticoats. And now I'm going to do the same to you." The ladies and Madame laughed. "Now........put on your petticoat, sissy. Put it on!" We're all waiting.......................rob's face was burning. In a final attempt to free himself from this reality, he desperately looked to his girlfirend, looked down at himelf, standing in the middle of the room, reduced to the frilliest, laciest, satin sissy panties imaginable while holding the poufiest, laciest, girliest petticoat possible, and whispered, barely audible, "~L~ynnnnnnnnn....puhleeze....puhleeze don't let this happen to me. Please!" "You really do not think that I am going to challenge Madame, do you, my Honey? You're going to make such a cute little sissy boy. I can't wait to see you in dresses!" And then, pointing triumphantly to the ultra frilly petticoat he was holding, ~L~ynn smiled, looked at rob, smiled femininely but confidently, and said to Madame, "Petticoat him Madame. I give you complete control." "Of course, my dear. A very wise decision." To rob, Madame spoke: "My little man, it will be frilly dresses and lace petticoats for you. Now, let's get you petticoated. Step into your petticoat. But first, shake the petticoat to assure maximum fullness. Once you have shaken it, fix all of the wrinkles. Make certain all of your lace on each and every petticoat layer is unwrinkled. Go ahead, sissy, you need the practice, since you'll be wearing petticoats every day. As the women sat afar, detached seemingly from the sissy's performance, except as an audience, rob shook the petticoat. It rustled. It hissed. "Shake it harder, sissy," Madame ordered. rob shook the rustling petticoat again. The loud rustling sounds were filled the room. He shook it again, harder. "Much better, sissy. Now, eliminate every wrinkle and make sure your lace is straight. Just as you did for Miss ~L~ynn earlier with her frilly dress." The little man's fingers worked nervously to fix the petticoat layers. There were SO many of them. rob gulped. Momentarily, he cursed himself for failing to put up more resistance. He was hapless. Madame, now firmly in control, asked the poor man if all of the wrinkles had been fixed on his petticoat. "Yes, Madame Chadwick." "Good. Now let's get it on you. The sooner I get you into petticoats, the soooner I can put you in your first frilly little dress. Show the ladies what a compliant, respectful, and obedient little sissy you can be for women...nowwwww...be a good little boy and step into your petticoat. Because you know that it's the petticoat that first defines the sissy. And that IS what you are, rob. A sissy masquerading as...as...as...a..., "Madame laughed..." a man! And only a bad little man would do that. Attempt to deceive women that there is something masculine about you. Of course, this is why I am going to petticoat you. To expose you once and for all. Now....I'm not going to tell you again. Put your petticoat on..."
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Slowly...very slowly...the nervous little man, his face ablaze, gazed out into his audience. These women were beautiful. They were feminine. He sensed as if they were secretly wondering whether he really would submit to this public humiliation and complete emasculation. Or would his "masculinity" finally prevail. Yet he also realized that they wanted to see him submit...to Madame Chadwick. Even ~L~ynn. Especially ~L~ynn. The beautiful blonde, standing proudly beside Madame, made frou-frou with her stiff pettis. Her taffeta, net and lace was intoxicating. Her exaggerated ultra girly, ultrafeminine mannerisms mesmerizing, her makeup impeccable. Her femininity overwhelming. coc-king her head to one side, she taunted Her little man. " Remember my little sissy test, rob? Hmmmmmm...?" She purred. She rustled her short satin skirts. Fingered her lace pettis... She knew exactly what to do... rob looked hopelessly around the room. All eyes were fixed on him. Save for the loud swishing and rustling of the beautiful blonde's petticoats, the room was silent. rob knew what was happening. He just couldn't stop it. And so he hesitated...awkwardly, his sissy indicator raging, and spread the stiff, lacy, confection on the floor. The frilly white cloud stood straight up...and out...in all of its resplendent lacy glory. "I can't wait to play with your lace," ~L~ynn teased...in her most seductively feminine voice yet. With that, rob moved to the center of the ring of net and lace...he stepped inside...he looked again at his audience...he reached down, s-l-o-w-l-y, shamefaced, in front of these beautiful, powerful women, he reached out nervously with his hands...hesitated...stared for a moment at his beautiful blonde girlfriend in her own girly sissy ensemble, now firmly in control of him...grasped with his nervous fingers the satin top of this cloud of froth and lace, the ultimate symbol of submission and sissydom...and slowly began to pull the rustling cotton candy confection up his little legs...While this ultimate act of public humiliation played itself out, Madame, smiling, commented matter-of-factly, "I told you he would be easy, didn't I, ladies? We are going to have so much fun with him. That private little sissy that has been hiding inside him, and fighting to come out and play, is now going to be my ultimate weapon against his masculinity. I knew I could get him to put on his first petticoat..." Shamefaced, rob buried his face downward. But all he could see was lace...and net...and the pink rosebuds...and the pink satin bows...The petticoat was sooooooo FULL. Unsure of where to put his hands, he held them out to his side, forward, limp-wristed. It truly was as though the masculinity had been zapped out of him...just like that. Madame stepped forward, reached out and adjusted the sissy's layers of white lace and stiff crinoline net. She fingered the sissy's lace in her hands. Looked deep into his soul. Pursed her lips. A short rustling sissy petticoat had trapped another hapless male victim, Madame thought to herself. "My, my, are you excited? Are you already wondering how you are going to feel in your frilly little party dress? Hmmmmm...?" rob swallowed hard. No matter how much he had fantasized about something like this, he had really underestimated the abject shame that resulted from his emasculation. Madame didn't relent. "Now, master rob...play with your lace. Touch it. Feel it. Caress it. Go ahead, sissy. You know you can't resist. ALL petticoated sissies play with their lace..."
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rob buried his face in his hands. his face was burning. he had no idea it would really be this humiliating. "Submit! Submit now, Sissy!" Madame's voice thundered. "Show all of our ladyfriends how obedient you can be. Look at me. .. Look at Me..." The broken man pulled his head up, laid eyes on the ultrasissy full petticoat, shook his head in almost disbelief, and then...slowly...moved the tips of his fingers to where they landed delicately...daintily...into the puffy clouds of layer after layer after lacy layer of pink satin bows, white net, taffeta, and dainty lace. Madame inched closer, pointing her long outstretched, and perfectly manicured hand at her victim's petticoat, and taunted him in front of her now-stunned female audience. "And before you play with your lace, I expect you to curtsey. And then I expect you to ask me very politely for my permission. Go ahead. The ladies are waiting. Show all the ladies what a frilly, weak, little sissy you really are." rob swallowed. And then he quietly shook his head in disbelief that this moment really was far more humiliating and, yes...emasculating than even he had fantasized. And then there was the petticoat...yes, THE petticoat...so dainty, so frilly, so...so...FULL...he looked down at it...ALL the lace...snow-white...rustling ...It epitomized what ONLY a the most extremely submissive sissy would wear. And now, in front...and yes, on display...in front of all of these incredibly beautiful and feminine women...women who now had clearly detached themselves from thinking of this...man...as anything but a...a...a...sissy. THEY were his audience and clearly HE was their entertainment. And of course, there was Madame Chadwick. And as if She was reading his mind at that moment, she smiled, turned sideways to look at her feminine audience, reached out and played with the sissy's lace. Facing him, she laughed, "I know every one of your little secrets. EVERY one of them." Calmly, she continued, "Ask me.... And curtsey first, before you ask." She stared at him icily. rob, putting his little hands to his side, took the swishing layers of his full petticoat in his fingers, spread its lacy layers (the rustling sound made louder by the accoustics in the room) and slowly... carefully, tilted his right leg back, bent his front knee deeply, held his position awkwardly, almost losing his balance.. and then he slowly rose to his feet again, his hands staying on the petticoat layers. His pettis rustled loudly, the stiff lacy layers covering his little hands. Madame said nothing. She smiled triumphantly. "You see how easy this is, girls!" Madame laughed. "No resistance at all! he knows he needs to be in petticoats!" She pointed to the frilly satin party dress, hanging on the gleaming stainless steel dress rack, only a few feet away from the sissy. "Watch how easy this is going to be to put him in a dress! A REAL sissy dress. This one isn't going to be hard to break at all!" Madame returned her attention to rob. "Your curtsey needs work. Lots of work. Hours of practice. An imperfect curtsey is the height of disrespect to any woman. After all you ARE a sissy! And ALL real sissies know how to curtsey." Madame addressd her audience again. ALL petticoated males MUST be taught to perform a perfect curtsey every time it is appropriate. That is one of the reasons they must be kept in dresses at all times. Especially the short frilly ones. The shorter and frillier the dress, the more feminine the curtsey, ladies." Addressing her little boytoy, Madame, said, "Go ahead. You may ask Madame. You know you want to. You NEED to. Resistance is over. You know it is. It is time you were fully exposed...embarrassed...and displayed for the ladies' amusement. And you DO want to please them don't you, my little cherub? Now...ask me politely if you can play with your lace...and don't forget to smile..."
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The room now was dead silent. Save for the loud swish of rob's petticoats as he twinged nervously. His fingers now wrapped securely in the layers of white net and lace. The sissy paused for a few moments. The ladies watched. The hint of sound of a petticoat rustle. He moved his mouth nervously, desperately attempting to create a satisfactory smile for Madame Chadwick...THIS was so humiliating...Madame's rule that a smile must ALWAYS be on a petticoated male's face whenever he was in the presence of women. This was hard...even for this sissy. But...he knew it. And Madame knew it, too. he just couldn't resist. he was too much of a ... a... sissy. Even in front of all these beautfful women. He had to play with His lace. he just had to. Especially THIS lace! There was just SO much of it! And in the end, he chose the shame. The embarrassment. The petticoat had won!!! Mustering a smile for a few moments, as his captivated all-female audience watched, he swallowed, hesitated slightly, and then submissively, his forced smile improving, "Madame Chadwick," he began, concentrating on holding his smile, "May I please...touch...my ...my...pet...pet...ti...coat.?" Madame responded, "I might..." but under one condition..." She locked Her eyes on his... raised her eyebrows, "...that I put YOU in a short frilly party dress as soon as you have finished playing with your lace. Agreed?" rob knew what he was going to say. he glanced a the frilly, dainty white satin party frock. he knew it would fit him. he knew it had been made for him! And so he gave in...again. He knew he was going to be fully petticoated...and frocked...in a matter of minutes. Such a poor excuse for a male, he thought to himself. He had put up little or no resistance at all to the beautiful women. "Now...do we have a deal, sissy?" Madame mocked. "In exchange for me allowing you to play with your lace in front of our ladyfriends, I am going to put YOU in your first frilly satin party dress..."
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Madame moved in for the kill. This tall, older, and yet, still, strikingly beautiful woman ordered the hapless sissy to step forward, pointing down to the floor directly in front of her, facing his beautiful female audience. ALL beautiful women. Slowly, rob moved to the exact spot where Madame had directed him to stand. Now he was standing directly in front of Madame, facing his andience. Madame's back was to the ladies. EVERY beautiful woman was staring at him. ALL of them revelling in his public humiliation and emasculation of him. His beautiful girlfriend... blonde, leggy, feminine...and just fully frocked and petticoated by Madame. He looked desperately, pleadingly, for help. "Puhleeze,..." he looked at ~L~ynn, "Puhleeze don't let her do this to me, ~L~ynn. Please." Madame grinned at her latest victim, now petticoated and about to be frocked into his firts frilly party dress. She wasted no time now. "No, no! Please no!" rob desperately pleaded, his voice now only half-convincing, at best. Madame took her long beautiful fingers, her nails perfectly manicured and painted, reached down to the stiff lace petticoats she had dressed her sissy in, and began to play with the delicate ruffled white lace hems, caressing the lace expertly between her dainty fingers. rob's knees buckled slightly. Madame acknowledged with a confident smile, "So, my sissy little man, how does it feel to be petticoated?" The women laughed. Madame continued, making gentle frou-frou with the hapless sissy's lace petticoats. rob desperately pleaded to the beautiful ~L~ynn,pease tell her to stop. Please!" Madame ignored his pleas. Her frou-frouing of Her little man's petticoats grew more intense. The rustling and hissing of his taffeta and net grew louder. ~L~ynn moved closer to rob. Making feminine frou-frou with her own lace and net, she flicked at her own short lacy hems, caressed`her lace, licked her lips, and laughed. Madame fondled her little sissy-to-be's petticoats, "You know you cannot resist me, don't you, my brave little man. You know you've been a naughty little boy. All of your shameful little secrets." She paused for a moment. "I'm going to make you especially dainty and girly. You will be kept in frilly party dresses and only the poufiest and laciest of sissy petticoats. And you will ALWAYS be reminded that you are but a mere male undergoing PERMANENT sissification by extreme petticoat discipline. To completely feminize you would deny you the extreme humiliation, shame, and embarrasment necessary to sissify you. It would also deny the amusement of our ladyfriends. Now...ask me...politely...for permission to play with your petticoats. Go ahead. Be a good little sissy boy for the ladies." ~L~ynn made more frou-frow with her stiff lace petticoats. Fingering her lace, she imploredhim to "Be a man, Rob. Tell Madame you won't let her boss you around. Tell her she isn't going to put you into frilly dresses. Only a REAL sissy would ever allow that." ~L~ynn laughed. And then it was Madame's turn. Making dainty frou-frou with his frillies, Madame taunted rob, "I can't wait to show you off to the ladies in your very first frilly party dress. They're going to be so amused. Your little sissy indicator is telling you, 'OMG! THAT frilly little party dress is to die for!' Shall we show the ladies...right now? Make you raise your lace petticoats, layer by lacy layer, slowly, in front of our ladyfriends? Share your 'excitement?' Madame laughed. "Now, tell Madame that you and I have a little deal, okay? I allow you a few moments of exquisite sissy pleasure enjoying wearing petticoats and, in exchange for that little pleasure I put YOU into one of your frilly little party frocks. Short, very short. And satin. You DO like satin, don't you, my boy? And lace? Plenty of girly lace? A dainty little frock so short that your petticoats are permanently exposed for all to see? A proud sissy!"
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Madame Chadwick's feminine frou frou with the sissy's stiff net and taffeta pettis grew louder...more intense. The beautiful blonde ~L~ynn fingered her own lace pettis. The swishing and rustling of satin, net, taffeta, and lace was intoxicating to rob. His sissy indicator raged deep beneath the confines of his satin rhumba sissy panties. And then the leggy blonde, his petticoated girlfriend, teased him. "You're just going to adore wearing frilly little dresses, Honey! And Madame Chadwick will train you to be the perfest little girly-boy. An ultrafeminine sissy. You know you cannot resist Her. It's okay, litttle boy. 'Miss ~L~ynn' understands completely. You are a SISSY! But you are a very special little sissy boy. Oh yes! You're a bad little sissy boy who has been desperately masquerading as a man. And we all know you're not a man, rob." ~L~ynn made dainty frou frou with her own petticoats, revealing the lacy layers beneath her own ultra-short, ultrafeminine party frock. "That's obvious. Because if you really were a man, you would resist your sissification. But you can't. You know you can't. And we know that whatever humiliations we have planned for you, well, you'll just be the sweet, demure little sissy boy you know you are." Madame added, "His real embarrassment is that he enjoys it!" She laughed gaily. And the women joined her in their merriment. Dr. Jennifer Haynes, rising now to her feet, stated calmly, clinically, "Sissies with severe fetishes for, how shall I say this," she paused for a moment, looking at the petticoated male, "really ultrafeminine party dresses and petticoats are very easy to break. Their masculinity always subjects itself to anything dainty, feminine, and lacy. Their extreme feminine tendencies can easily be exploited for total feminine domination, as we shall all see. The frillier the dresses, and the more layers of net and lace we put him in, the more docile and feminine he will become. It really will be quite amusing!"...
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rob knew the moment had arrived. The defining moment in his new life. Greedily he feasted his sissy eyes on the short frilly satin party dress, displayed prominently a few feet away from him, obviously created for the sissification and feminization of males, he closed his eyes briefly. It was now, in front of ~L~ynn and her beautiful dominant ladyfriends, that his complete and total subjugation to Madame Chadwick, a woman who clearly had sissified many of the most vulnerable of the male species, would add him to Her long list of petticoated sissies. Yet rob knew that some male resistance still existed deep within him. Small urgings, albeit it desperate, to finally prove his masculinity before it was too late. But Madame Chadwick understood that conflict, too. She had seen it all too many times in the petticoated males which had preceded rob. She thought it was amusing. Their desperate inner struggles to reclaim their masculinity. And it was especially amusing to her when she confronted those males with the frilly dainty party dresses and stiff rustling net and taffeta lace petticoats which consumed their fetishistic desires. "Resistance is futile, girly-boy," Madame taunted. She rustled her little sissy charge's stiff lace pettis between her fingers. "Your frilly little pettis are begging for a dainty party dress, my littleman. A sissy dress for a sissy little man. Look at your dress, Sissy." Madame pointed to the frilly satin party frock perfectly positioned from the stainless steel dress rack. "Isn't ithe little dress just too femmy? Too girly?" Madame laughed. "Perfect..........for a sissy." The satin dress beckoned rob to acquiesce. To submit. Even if it meant abject humiliation and emasculation. Madame continued to rustle and play with her sissyboy's swishing petticoats. She toyed with them. Fingered the lacy layers. Looking disdainfully down at her docile and submissive little man, Madame remarked, "It's the perfect dress to put you in. It's so...so...so...poufy! And, of course, it's very short. Too short to conceal the lacy layers of your petticoats. Too short for you to do anthing but mince about daintily like a true sissyboy. And you're just going to adore the rustling bridal satin. Your slightest movement in your frilly little dress will result in the most delightful swishing and rustling of your skirts and your pettis. And we just KNOW what that will do for your little sissyindicator!" The women joined Madame Chadwick in her laughter. "No, my sissy little man...Zero resistance now...Zero resistance EVER. You know, as well as I, that once I have put you into your very first frilly party frock, and parade you in front of the ladies, your one-way ticket to sissyhood has been punched..."
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The sissy nervously played with his short swishing petticoat layers. His fingeres toyed with the lacy layers as his face felt beet red. Madame seized control...and just like that...isssue the order: "Take your frilly little frock from its display, hold it daintily, walk back to this spot," Madame pointed to the floor directly in front of her, "And when you return, hold your dress sqarely up against your frail little body." The room was silent. rob's face burned with shame. He wanted to...resist...prove his "manhood," and yet...yet...he just HAD to wear the frilly dress. He just HAD to. Madame interrupted his thoughts, "Now go ahead, remove the dainty little sissy dress from its display rack, and hurry back to this exact spot, directly facing me. Hurry! And not another word from you." Madame was calm and confident. The ladies watched. ALL of them. Especially the beautiful ~L~ynn, befrocked and petticoated in her own delightfully femmy satin frock and petticoats. And now the defeated sissyman turned to go towards the dress...HIS dress...and return to face his ultimate humiliation. He was now about to be frocked! But just as he moved, Madame Chadwick reprimanded him. "Sissies ALWAYS curtsey when they are in petticoats, especially after they have been issued a direct order by a Female. With his face on fire from the shame he was feeling, rob took his small fingers, gathered the rustling lacy stiff layers of his petticoats, held them out, dipped reverently, and curtsied to Madame Chadwick. Disdainfully, Madame criticized the sissy for not "even knowing how to curtsey properly to a lady. That will be fixed once you are in dresses permanently. Now, my weak little pantywaist, fetch your party dress for me." "Yes, Madame," rob meekly replied. As he turned to retrieve the dress from its prominent display, he felt the tears begin to well in his eyes. He almost started to cry...but his inner resolve fought off the desire...for now. Meanwhile, his little sissyindicator was begging him, pleading with him, to hurry...please hurry...to that ultimate symbol of sissydom...THE DRESS. The frilly little white satin party dress beckoned its hapless sissy victim to submit...to submit now...
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"It's over, my dear little man. This silly little masquerade is finally over. Pretending you are someone you are really not. You're not REALLY a ... " Madame looked rob squarely in his eyes, and calmly, but definitively pointed her long feminine right index finger directly at THE DRESS, and finished her thought, ... "a man, now are you, my very feminine little boy?" rob just froze, already petticoated by this woman. And now She was ready to completely sissify him...publicly...in front of these beautiful women. "Such a funny, silly, and weak little man. A perfect candidate for a very special kind of petticoating. This is petticoating reserved only for the frilliest of sissyboys. Epecially those sissyboys who possess an unusually high adiction to lace. Lace is the perfect emasculator. And, well, stiff poufy lace petticoats, especially when worn under short satin party dresses, can be devastatingly eciting to wear for hapless, helpless...sissies...like you, me dear." Madame smiled. "Now, mince daintily over to the display rack, carefully remove Your frilly little party dress, and carry it daintily...no wrinkles in the dress...and report back to me. When you have returned carrying your dress, you are to stand directly in front of me, hold Your frilly little frock out in front of you, squarely against your sissy body. I want to make certain that it is SHORT enough before I put you in it..."
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..."And be sure to curtsey in your swishy little petticoats before you are dismissed. Go ahead...do it! You've wasted enough of the ladies' time this morning. It is time you were properly frocked." "Frocked," rob thought to himself. Madame Chadwick even knew all of the terminology essential to the emasculation and sissification of a weak defenseless male like he knew himself to be. He glanced at the frilly little satin party dress. Just a few feet away. Beckoning for him to come to it. His sissy indicator raged beneath the layers of satin and lace he had been forced to put on. His resistance...finally...yes, finally...broken. His dutiful excitement and extreme addiction to satin and lace was now set to ensnare him into the clutches of the dominant and obviously experienced Madame Chadwick. Madame sensed his defeat. She pounced on it. "Shall I order you to present your darling little sissy indicator, in its currrent state, my dear? Or would you prefer a frilly little dress? I shant wait forever for your answer. Now...what will it be my little one? Full exposure...now, in front of the ladies, or the dress?" Madame laughed. rob was breathing hard. His sissy indicator raged beneath the confines of his satin and lace. It was begging him to choose the dress. His male ego, or the last vestiges of it, also begged him to choose the dress so that his excitement could be concealed. He gulped. "Th...th...the....dresssss, Madame Chadwick." "Very well, my sissy boy. But you MUST say, 'Please, Madame, will you put me in a sissy party dress.' Now, say it!" rob took no time at all. His sissy indicator was raging...and craving the penultimate symbol of his sissification - the sissiest of dresses. He tried not to stammer, his fingers nervously toying with the poufy lacy hems of his petticoat layers. "Please, Madame Chadwick...will You put me in a sissy party dress?" "Tell me why, my little man. Why do you desire for Madame to force you to wear sissy dresses. Go ahead..." rob gulped. "Because...because...i am a...a...a...sis...syyyy..." "That's better, my dear. Yes, you ARE a sissy. But nowhere near the little sissy I intend to turn you into. I intend to ultrafeminize you and administer the severest form of petticoat discipline imaginable. You may think you crave your sissy dresses now...but you have NO idea. Now...curtsey...curtsey for the ladies and for Madame." As the poor little man's fire burned with shame in front of the beautiful women all watching this scene play out, the aspiring sissy performed his best curtsey yet. Petticoats swishing, his little fingers caressing the lacy hems, he spread his petticoats out, bowed reverently in front of Madame Chadwick, and remained in that position until Madame noted her approval. "Swish your petticoats, young man, and get your sissy dress. Your time has come..."
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rob's sissy indiator raged with excitement. His breathing was hard. "Yes, Madame Chadwick," he replied. With that, Madame waved her long, feminine hand dismissively, disdainfully, and ordered the hapless man to hurry and to "return with a bright girly smile on your sissy face." The sissy man minced over to the dress rack, carefully tried to remove the rustling cotton candy-like satin confection from its display rack, and created an enormous swishing sound as he did so. He noticed how short this dress would be once he was in it...and he knew, of course, that his petticoats would be displaying themselves prominently from beneath his sissy frock. Of course, he knew, too, that any sissy..any REAL sissy...like himself...would remain in a constant state of heightened, frenzied excitement...and complete subservience... when frocked and petticoated in ultrafeminine...ultradainty undies, pettis, and dresses. he knew that Madame would use this as Her ultimate weapon of control and emasculation. As he removed the satin dres from its display dress rack, the poor man cradled the cool, stiff, satin confection in his nervous arms. And he saw the beautiful women. ALL of them, including the beautiful blonde ~L~ynn, grinning in approval. He was nothing but a sissy to them now. He wanted to deny it. But he could not. His sissy indicator had won out. His craving for lace was controlling him now. He HAD to wear that frilly, ultrafrilly, ultragirly, sissy dress. No matter what the cost. The humiliation. The shame. The embarrassment. And now he returned to face Madame Chadwick. ""Hold Your frilly little party dress squarely against your little body. Go ahead. Submit. Submit to that Sissy deep inside you...begging to come out. Begging to be feminized. Begging to be controlled. Begging..." Madame hesitated, "Begging to be...petticoated." A tear fell from rob's eyes. Madame zeroed in. "It's okay, my dear. Be my brave little sissy girl. Hold up your frilly little dress. Go ahead..."
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"...Do it!" Madame commanded. "Hold the frilly dress up now...squarely against your body...so the girls can see how you ae going to look in it. I shall not tolerate one more single moment of stalling. Sissies wear dresses. At least MY sissies do. Frilly little dresses. Just like YOURS...the one you're holding. You KNOW you want it. You know you cannot resist anymore. You want to...but you cannot. You're too weak...too submissive. Your little sissy indicator is begging you to submit." Madame stood in front of the captivated little man. She mocked him, "I cannot wait to put you in your first frilly little party dress. After all, it IS the ultimate moment of total submission. Because all of my sissies wear dresses...frilly dresses...dainty...lacy...girly..girly-girly...perfect for a simpering weak little man like you. As rob obediently held the ultra-short white satin party frock against his body, the stiff, short...very short...skirts spilled out over the oodles of petticoats he had already been forced to wear. Madame fingered the stiff poufy skirts, toying with the layers of snow-white stiff criinoline net sewn into the cool white satin skirt of the dress. She made certain her latest victim understood that the attached layers of net and lace only added additional flare to the frilly confection made especially for him. "ALL of your dainty dresses will have built-in petticoats so that they will require you to wear extra petticoats...whenever I see fit." And then Madame addressed the ladies. "Sissies adore stiffness..."
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Madame looked deeply into rob's eyes. "Yes, stiffness has a certain effect on sissies. The stiff, cool, shiny satin of a pretty dainty dress. The stiff satin rustles excitedly as the frilly dress takes over the sissy's every fiber of being. The stifff bridal satin is so natural for the flare the frilly frock requires in order that the male undergoing intense sissification is able to wear the many layers of petticoats that he finds irresistible. And the stiff satin is so cool to the touch. And then, of course, there are the petticoats. Ah yes, stiff petticoats...so stiff they, too, rustle enchantingly beneath the petticoated male's frilly dainty dresses. So stiff they cannot help but peek out, all lacy and full, a permanent testimony and visible reminder to the ladies that this sissy is a very special little sissy...one undergoing strict petticoat discipline and intense feminization and sissification. Proud to surrender his last vestiges of masculinity to feminine and dominant ladies who prefer him as a simpering ultrafeminine sissy boy. The cool stiff satin of his short little party dresses and the rustling of stiff lace petticoats symbolizes to all the ladies that rob has finally submitted...to ALL things FEMININE and lacy. And, finally, the stiffness of the rows upon rows of ruffled white lace that will embellish and adorn every pair of the sissy rhumba panties he will wear from this moment forward. Lace so stiff that it, too, has a hint of rustle to it as the cool double-sided satin panties caress rob's sissy indicator." Madame glanced down at rob, took her hand and lifted the little man's lacy layers of stifff pettis, creating exciting frou frou. Finally, She pointed gleefully, triumphantly, to the lace encased sissy panties her latest victim was wearing, and said, matter-of-factly, "And while we are on the subject of stiffness...I just bet a certain sissy indicator is begging you to give in...to submit...to surrender...to the ultimate badge of your impending sissification..." Madame pointed to the stiff, cool, short satin party dress. She dropped the sissy's petticoats, adjusted and fluffed them to their maximum fullness, and said these words to her victim..."It's time to get you into dresses..."
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PETTICOATED! by petticoated
The agonizingly long wait was over. It was time...and rob knew it. While Madame had been debasing him in front of these beautiful women, rob caught a glimpse of the beautiful ~L~ynn...mesmerized by the events unfolding. As a matter of fact, as ~L~ynn watched, this tall, leggy, beautiful blonde, herself petticoated by Madame, had idly been toying with the lacy hems of her own stiff petticoat layers. Her makeup was perfect. Her eyeshadow, Her blush, Her lipstick...all of it...so feminine...so girly...so mesmerizing. She moved closer to rob, urging him to submit. "Give in...submit...you know you cannot resist, Honey." With that, Madame took the dress from rob, held it up one final time against his trembling body, unbuttoned the series of white pearl buttons, and after shaking the rustling white satin skirts slightly, ordered the little man to stand still. All eyes were on Madame. All eyes were on rob. And then Madame slowly took the frilly frock, carefully lowered it over the little man's body, adjusted the rustling white satin skirt over the layers of stiff lace pettis, and quickly began to secure her victim into the dainty dress by quickly fastening each and every button. rob felt the sensation of being buttoned in. He knew, of course, that getting out of the dress would be impossible. Madame played with the large white satin sash bow in the back until it had been tied perfectly. Then she adjusted the short satin skirt so that it floated magically and femininely over Her sissy's petticoats. The abundance of lacy petticoat hems proudly displayed themselves. rob felt as if he had been imprisoned in a cloud of satin, net, and lace. The dress was sooooo short, midthigh, maybe. And his petticoats spilled out from everywhere. his slightest movement created a caressing sensation deep below the layers of lace, net, and satin. The same movements also created noisy froufrou and swishing sounds. Madame looked triumphantly at the ladies, "Yes, this sissy is going to be easy..."
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rob stood frozen. he wanted to move...but he couldn't. His face burned with shame. Embarrassment. his small hands dropped in front of his ultra-ultra bouffant skirts...into the cool smooth white satin. And the tips of his smallish fingers rested against the rustling layers of exposed net and lace. Madame remarked, laughing gaily, "You see, ladies, young 'master robbie' is without pockets. he's a sissy. Sissies have no pockets. Sissies must constantly be reminded of the fact that they only wear dresses. Short dresses. Frilly dresses. Girly dresses. And you, my dear, will ALWAYS have your dainty little fingers exposed...tempted to touch your filly lacy petticoats...to play with them...to caress them...because you will be unable to resist. Your addiction to lace and net will titillate you literally all the way down to your fingertips. Of course, this will accelerate your feminization and sissification to a level even you never dreamed possible." his face burned with shame. In front of these beautiful feminine women, his beautiful blonde girlfriend, and, of course Madame Chadwick, rob felt...yes...emasculated. Madame laughed gaily again, "So my little boy, how do YOU like being petticoated!?!" The women all laughed. rob felt the fire in his face. he stood silent. he knew that even his slightest movement would cause the frilly dainty dress and petticoats to rustle enchantingly. The loud swishing and rustling also would serve as a continuing emasculating reminder of his petticoated status. It would be his further admission that he was...dare he think it...yes, a sissy. A real sissy. A pitiful little man who had submitted. And the sissy indicator buried deep beneath the layers of rustling sissifying and feminizing satin and lace clearly was begging him to submit...to permanent humiliation and shame. "Smile for the ladies, sissy robbie. Show the ladies what a bad little boy...one who secretly pretends to be...masculine...does once he has been exposed. Go ahead, sissy. You know you've been a bad boy. A VERY BAD boy. And you know what happens to bad little boys, don't you, my dear?" Madame waited impatiently, tapping her stiletto heeled shoes on the wood floor. rob gulped. "Go ahead, tell the ladies, sissyman." rob breathed heavilty, moved nervously, causing his frilly dress to rustle femininely." "Curtsey for the ladies before speaking, sissy," Madame ordered. "Show the ladies that you know how to curtsey prettily for them in your frilly little party dress. Take your skirts daintily and slowly between your fingers, that's it, my boy...now, dip and bend deeply...that's it, my pretty little petticoated man...look reverently down at the floor, allow glimpses of your lace pettis for the ladies to prove your petticoated status...that's better..."
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Poor rob dipped deeply in reverence...and absolute submission. As he looked down at the floor, all he could see was a cloud of white satin and frilled ruffled white lace. The skirts rustled. His pettis hissed, almost as if they wee mocking him...taunting him. And yet his sissy indicator raged with excitement and a ravenous desire...uncontrollable now for rob. And, of course, Madame Chadwick knew ALL about sissy indicators. Identify the vulnerabilities that all sissies have. And then surround them and confront them. Publicly. Preferably in front of an audience...of women. Beautiful women. Feminine women. Exclusively for their entertainment and amusement. A "public petticoating," if you wish. "Now my little man, tell me...tell me what happens to bad little boys who pretend to be something they really are not. Tell me. Remain in your sissy curtsey, fingers on your petticoats, and tell me what happens to bad little boys...just like you!" Madame stood tall, her hands squarely on her hips. "Don't make me use my switch! Now tell the ladies what Madame must do to you for being such a bad little boy." rob breathed hard, holding his curtsey, and spoke softly, "Madame, bad little boys must be...must be...pet...ti...coated." "Speak up, little man, so the ladies can hear you." rob swallowed. "Madame, bad boys must be petticoated." "Now...that's a good little sissy boy. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Madame laughed. "You may rise and fluff your skrts out. Daintily, my dear boy...v-e-r-y daintily...like a good little girl." That was the first time rob had been called a good little girl by Madame. And it resonated within him...deep within his layers of satin and lace. rob nervously regained his fooing, and then her nervously atttempted to fluff out the satin skirts of the frilly dress. he still couldn't believe how short...and how FULL...the skirts of the frilly dress were. The rustling was loud in the otherwise silent room. Madame continued her taunting, "My, my, my...you're going to be such fun to tame...to sissify...to feminize. Now, my dear boy, do you like wearing your frilly little party dress? Is it EVERYTHING you fantasized about? Hmmmmm....? You're just going to adore wearing petticoats! All the ladies will get to see your lacy pettis as I slowly feminize you and crush whatever remaining masculine tendencies you might still be holding onto. Resistance if futile. I know ALL your dirty little secrets. EVERY one of them!"
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An astonished look flashed across rob's face. Madame smiled, looked her latest victim right between his eyes, "Yes, rob. I know exactly what your weaknesses are. Your late-night internet searches for the frilliest, sissiest party dresses imaginable. Those titillating little stories about the bad little boy who is forcibly frocked and petticoated by his stepmother or Auntie. Or maybe his evil stepsister. Or..........his very beautiful, very feminine.......blonde girlfriend." Madame looked at the beautiful ~L~ynn in her own short satin petticoated party dress. Then Madame looked back at rob. "Surrender, my little sissy man. Surrender now...to me...Yes, I know, I know, you never REALLY believed women like me existed, did you? Stern women. Strong women. Women who have extensive experience in the complete feminization and sissification of unsuspecting males...like you. Women like me who hold true and fast to the principles of Petticoat Pnishment. Women who permanently place their male charges in frilly dresses. Women who believe that the only sissy is a petticoated and frocked sissy. Oh yes, you've real your silly little stories late at night, fantasized wht it might really be like to be under total subjugation and control of a woman who delightgs in the ultra-feminization and sissification of weak men...like yourself. Women like me who will put you on display in front of beautiful women...powerful women... and yes, feminine women...just for their amusement...and mine. I am going to humiliate you...make you cry...beg me to stop...and then beg me to continue...Force you into more and more lfrilly dresses and petticoats. In the end, my little man, you will NEVER...I repeat, NEVER wear trousers again. Ever! Is that clearly understood, SISSY!?!" Madame steely cold eyes stared straght into this little sissy's very soul. She reached out and toyed with her little man's stiff lacy petticoats. She caressed them between her fingers. "Touch your petticoats, sissy man. Go ahead...touch them...feel their lace. You love the lace, don't you? Hmmmmm....? Is it the lace which defines you as the sissy that you will become? Or...is it your frilly little party dress? After all, once a sissy has been reduced to wearing frilly dainty satin party dresses, well, he really has been exposed for what he REALLY is! You can't help it, can you, my little boy? You want to resist...desperately. Prove your masculinity. Demonstrate your resistance to my plan to permanently petticoat and sissify you. But you can't, can you? Nooooo...not you, rob. Definitely NOT you. No matter how much shame and humiliation I intend to impose on you, you just have to wear those dresses, don't you, SISSY? Frilly little party dresses? How many times did you search...late at night...on the internet for..."frilly little satin party dresses." An astonished look crossed rob's face again. "That's right, my boy. 'Frilly little satin party dresses' was one of your favorite searches...along with every derivative of the word 'petticoat' one can imagine. Especially the verb form. Ahh yes, the verb form of the word 'petticoat.'" You have no idea how extensively I plan to educate you!"
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Madame made froufrou with her little sissy's satin dress and the oodles of petticoats peeking out from everywhere. As She masterfully played with his rustling pettis, swishing them from side to side, her long hand slipped up under the short satin confection and she fingered the stiff rows of ruffled white lace embellishing the sissy's double-satin rhumba-style sissy panties. As Madame's long fingers expertly toyed with the ruffled lace, the tall determined woman commented, matter-of-factly, "Once the sissy is frocked, his poor little sissy indicator is frenzied with excitement. It overcomes all other thoughts the sissy might have. And as the sound of rustling net and taffeta, and the sight of his exposed frilly lace takes its final toll on his masculinity, the sissy slowly slips into a world of complete subjugation and humiliation. As I make fou frou with his petticoats, watch our little boy here weaken at his knees. And as I continue to expound on my little plan to keep him in his frilly dresses...permanently...and require extensive petticoat inspections...while serving tea to the ladies...his excitement...and his shame will grow. His sissy indicator will become even more frenzied. And I will become even moe determined...to humiliate him...to emasculate him...and, finally, to permanently petticoat him." After several minutes of frou frou and exposing his petticoats, Madame ordered her little sissy to "straighten your skirts and your petticoats. I will not tolerate wrinkled skirts and pettis, especially from a weak sissy." Madame addressed the ladies, "Little boys who are undergoing severe petticoating have a tendency to wrinkle their skirts and petticoats. Thus it is essential that many hours be spent educationg a sissy on the proper ways to keep his skirts smooth and pretty. The underlying excitement they experience once they have been put into frilly dresses often gets in the way of the prim and proper etiquette of proper skirt and petticoat management necessary when one is wearing dresses as frilly as the ones this sissy will now be wearing." And then, turning to ~L~ynn, Madame Chadwick ordered the blonde beauty to where Madame was standing, directly in front of rob. Looking at rob, Madame coldly commanded, "Now my little boytoy, tell Ms. ~L~ynn EXACTLY what you are. Tell her!" rob's fingers nervously toyed with his stiff lace petticoats. ~L~ynn watched him. rob was dying of shame. But his sissy indicator had taken over. It was hopeless. And Madame knew it. "I shall not ask you again, my boy." Madame warned. rob swallowed hard. He looked desperately into the beautiful blonde's blue eyes, fidgeted with the lacy hems of his pettis, and said, barely audibly, "i am a...a...a...sis...sss...sy." Madame was not pleased. "Say it again. rob closed his eyes...he wanted to tell Madame to "Go to &^%$..." but, alas...instead, he meekly repeated, "I am a...sissy." "And what happens to sissies, my boy?" Madame asked rhetorically. "They get petticoated, Madame." rob answered quietly. "And they also get to wear frilly little party dresses, too, do they not, my dear?" "Yes, Madame." "And dresses are so much more appropriate for a ...male...undergoing feminization and sissification, aren't they, my dear?" Madame smiled triumphantly. "Yes, Madame," rob obediently answered.
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Madame smiled at ~L~ynn, remarking, "My dear, perhaps this is the perfect time for you to have a little private chat with your..." She giggled, "Your...boyfriend." Madame smirked. The ladies laughed. The beautiful leggy, blonde swished her own short satin and lace frock, exposing frilled lace hems. In her heels, ~L~ynn towered over her hapless boytoy. Dr. Jennifer Haynes stood up, took a moment to study the now-petticoated sissy, and said to ~L~ynn, "Just call us when you are ready, ~L~ynn. We ladies can keep ourselves entertained with our girltalk. Besides, we are just dying to ask Madame Chadwick all sorts of questions. We are simply intrigued by her demonstration thus far. I presume you and robbie will be returning to the bedroom?" Dr. Haynes laughed coquettishly as she stared at the hapless petticoated little man. rob's eyes widened at the mention of the bedroom. The blonde beauty moved ever so closer to her victim. She reached out, making froufrou with his satin skirt. His petticoats rustled and swished. ~L~ynn noticed the almost glazed over look in the little man's eyes. His breathing intensified. She whispered in his ear, "Let's go have some real fun, Honey. You can try on dresses for me, okay? I just know you can't wait to model your new frilly party dresses for me...in private. Maybe you'll 'let' me put a little makeup on you. Some blush. Eyeshadow. Pink lipstick. Shiny gloss. Maybe you can sit in front of the mirror for me, in your stiff petticoats, while I play with my makeup. Just the two of us. Some girly fun! And maybe I'll even let you play with MY petticoats. Would you like that, sissy boy? Hmmmmmmm...? Would you like to play with 'Miss ~L~ynn's frilly petticoats? Have me try on a different little party dress for you. Something just a little bit more girly...more frilly...?" The blonde beauty toyed with her own lacy petticoats. She looked deep into his eyes. "Be MY personal little sissy boy? I just love little sissy boys...especially when they are being petticoated and made to wear frilly dresses. They are sooooo much more obedient!" The beautiful blonde giggled. Then she grabbed rob by the hand, ordered him to curtsey to the ladies, and remarked, "Come with me, my girly boy. We're going to try on dresses! Looking at her ladyfriends, ~L~ynn laughed and said, matter-of-factly,"When you've heard him scream like a good little sissy boy who has just been rewarded for proper girly behavior, then you will know the time has come and you may join us in the bedroom. Now..." The tall blonde said to her frilly little boytoy. "Come with me, to the bedroom, my feminine little petticoated princess."
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Madame Chadwick glared at her frilly little sissy boy and watched him slowly take the edges of his satin skirt and lace bedecked pettis, bend his shaking knees, and drop a deep obedient curtsey in front of his audience. "Smile, SISSY!" Madame chided. "You know this is what you want...what you need! Smile for the ladies like a good sissy who is proud to be humiliated, shamed, embarrassed and petticoated into complete emasculation and submission. Show all the ladies how happy you are to finally be in a frilly party dress." rob swallowed hard. Madame Chadwick dangled the short stinging switch in front of him. And then he smiled. Obediently. Madame triumphantly reached out with her right hand, kneeled down to face her latest hapless male victim, looked him squarely in his eyes, toyed with his stiff lace pettis, made frou frou with his lace, satin, and net, and whispered in his ear, "I'll be interviewing for your own personal maid very, very soon..."
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The petticoated sissy's stunned look on his face said it all. rob gulped. Madame Chadwick laughed. "Well, my dear boy, you really didn't think this was just going to be some little charade to indulge your nasty little fantasies and fethishes for an afternoon, now did you?" rob's eyes stared pleadingly at Madame, and then at the beautiful blonde ~L~ynn. Dr. Jennifer Haynes stood up from where she had been observing the sissy, moved to the center of the room, joined Madame and ~L~ynn, and towered over the cowering litle man. She spoke clinically. "My dear little boy, I know all about your intense fetishes for satin dresses, lace, net, crinoline, taffeta, silk...shall I go on?...of course not, my dear. You understand, don't you? Of course you do. A pert French maid, fluent in the language, complete with her persuasive French accent, and heavily petticoated in her own frilly uniforms should suit our objectives quite well. It is obvious you cannot resist. We shall be employing a beautiful woman, feminine...very feminine, but firm...VERY firm. And She will have a one hundred percent commitment to the ideals of sissification by the intense petticoating and humiliation of weak males...like yourself. Madame has several candidates who will be arriving tomorrow, and at least one will begin employment immediately in this household. She will be in complete charge of you...dressing you appopriately in your frilly party dresses each and every day..and we do mean EVERY day...until you are completely broken, emasculated and sissified. She will delight in your humiliation and shame. As for me, my dear little man, my expertise in psychotherapy and behavior modification, with an emphasis on forced feminization of males, will also assure us of our desired results. As a matter of fact I'll just bet your little sissy indicator is raging inside your satin and lace rhumba sissy panties right now, isn't 'he?'" Dr. Haynes laughed gaily. "'Is 'he' is frantic to go to the frilly bedroom with ~l~ynn as you try on dainty party dresses. And makeup. Ah, yes, my little man...makeup! You cannot wait, can you? What is your favorite part of makeup, hmmm? Is it the soft stroke of a blush brush across your cheeks? Or perhaps the application of a shimmery pale blue eyeshadow? Or maybe you can't wait for the lipstick..the opening of the tube...the twisting of the tube until the cherry red...or cotton candy pink lipstick appears. And you love its taste, do you not, my frilly litle sissy boy." rob was stunned. "Yesss, my boy, I know ALL your litle sissy secrets. Every one of them! As a matter of fact, I have even picked out the perrrrrfect little sissy name for you......FETISHA! Ahhh yes, Little Sissy Fetisha!" The ladies joined in the merriment. Dr. Haynes moved closer to rob. And now, She, too, moved her long probing hands to touch the stiff satin skirts of the frilly male's party frock. Dr. Haynes lifted the dress to reveal the sissy's petticoats. Looking deep into rob's eyes, She spoke mesmerizingly to him, "Yes, Fetisha. I know. I know everything. Every single little thing that makes a petticoated sissy male...just like you...beg for more!" And then the beautiful Dr. Haynes took from a small clutch purse a small bottle of perfume. Floral scented. Girly. Feminine. After removing the lid, the tall beautiful doctor lifted the sissy's petticoat layers, and sprayed just a hint of the perfume into the layers of net and lace. She made frou frou with the boy's petticoats, shifting the lacy layers, and then squirted just a hint more of the sweet perfume. Rearranging the sissy's skirts, she lowered his sissy dress. "Now, my pretty little petticoated Fetisha, you...and your weak, submissive, and verrrry excited sissy indicator... are ready for the bedroom! Now hurry along with Miss ~L~ynn...She has some very pretty little dresses She wants to put you in!" Dr. Haynes and the women laughed...
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And with that, the poor man was dismissed from the room. ~L~ynn, in a rustle of skirts, her lace trimmed pettis displaying themselves proudly from beneath Her own short gleaming white satin party dress, grabbed the hapless sissy by his hand. "Come,......Fetisha!" ~L~ynn laughed. The others ladies laughed, too. The enchanting rustle of petticoats and satin dresses musically filled the room as the two swishingly left the parlor. rob had no choice. he had no resistance left. his sissy indicator was clearly in charge now. And it was under the complete subjugation of all things dainty, lacy, and feminine. The tall blonde beauty swept her blonde hair to the side, puckered her lipstick-coated lips, and planted a longgggg wet kiss squarely on rob's lips as they entered the sanctity of the frilly, ultrafeminine bedroom. Her tongue probed deeply into the poor man's throat. Her probing fingers toyed with her captive little man's stiff lacy petticoat layers. She rustled his skirts. Fingered his pettis. Made swishing frou frou with his short satin party frock. And then She took her hands and pulled his small hands behind his back, holding them there, squarely against the big white wide satin bow tied in the back of his short satin frock. She forced him to a corner of the room, backing him squarely into several racks of frilly party dresses...just waiting to be tried on...and worn by a frightened unsuspecting, weak sissy man...like rob. As the tall beautiful blonde backed her victim into even more racks of frilly satin and taffeta dresses, she s-l-o-w-l-y removed her tongue from his mouth. As her strong left hand kept his hands behind his back, She took her right hand and pointed her long finger directly on his mouth. Her perfectly painted and manicured fingernail stroked his mouth. "Now, Sissy Fetisha, if you're a good little girl, and try on dresses for me, I might...I just might...let you wear some makeup. I might even let you watch me put on my makeup while you play with your petticoats. You WOULD like that, wouldn't you, me Dear? Hmmmm...? Try on frilly dresses for ~L~ynn?" The tall blonde beauty made frou frou with her own satin dress. Showed the hapless little man her own lace-bedecked stiff petticoats. Ordered him to keep his "nasty little hands" behind his back. She fingered her stiff net and lace. Smiled down at him. "You're going to just adore wearing frilly little dresses every day for me. Mincing about in them. Listening to them rustle every time you move. Doing girly things for me in them. Showing me your frilly stiff petticoats. Telling me you are my dainty little sissyboy. Submitting to me. Pleasing me. Doing whatever I tell you to do. Brushing my long blonde hair while I put on my makeup. Perhaps even taking my blush brush and learning to deftly apply my makeup for me...all while being properly petticoated, feminized, and sissified. All while dressed in a frilly little party frock for me. My own personal little petticoated sissy boy. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Fetisha?"...
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Meanwhile, in the parlor, these beautiful dominant and feminine women were finalizing their plans to permanently ensnare this wealthy of the wealthiest of males into their web of satin, net, and lace. "Madame, were you able to obtain the marriage license?" Dr. Haynes asked the powerfully dominant Mistress of petticoat punishment. "Yes, my dear," Madame smiled. "That was quite easy. And, of course, my law degree and certification to perform marriages in your state will make this quite the easy ceremony." Madame turned to ~L~ynn's friend, Angie. "Angie, have you had the professional photographs of Cinderella Boutique taken and do you have them with you, my dear." "Oh yes, Madame, and they are perfect." Angie removed several large glossy color photographs of the decorated store front display windows of ~L~ynn's boutique. Frilly pastel dresses and multitiered net and lace petticoats filled the display windows. Bouffant frilliness and ultrafeminine girlishness was the obvious theme. Pink hues, white tulle, crisp taffeta, satin party frocks, and everything imaginable for the next unsuspecting sissy were prominently displayed with just the proper lighting for pleasuable and captivating nighttime viewing as well. "Marvelous!" Exclaimed Madame Chadwick. "The perfect trappings...for our next victim!" Then Madame Chadwick turned to Nancy, ~L~ynn's personal dressmaker, "Excelllent work, my dear. Your creations are exquisite!" The women shared a laugh. Nancy replied. "It was actually quite easy, Madame. Once we knew our little sissy here searched the internet for only the frilliest and sissiest dresses, I simply allowed my creativity to set no limits! Poufier and shorter satin dresses, some in taffeta, were the standard. Pinks, whites, and just a few pale, very pale baby blues. Lots of ribbons and lace. Big satin bows. And many buttons in the back to keep a sissy from having second thoughts...and contemplating escaping. I will have 30 more dresses here by the next weekend for our little sissyboy." "Excellent, my dear!" Madame responded. "And how are you coming with lingerie, especially his petticoats?" "I think you will be quite pleased with his collection of petticoats, Madame. Multilayered, very stiff, starched, and, of course, heavily embellished with lace and bows. And I have a very special collection of those adorable frilly bouffant party slips, too. As for his sissy rhumba panties, all are double-lined in cool bridal satin and absolutely covered in rows of stiff ruffled white lace. The emphasis is on lace. Oodles of lace!" "Well done, my dear," said Madame. "All things dainty, lacy, and feminine simply are essential when a sissy is being permanently petticoated." Then Madame turned her attention to Dr. Haynes. "Jennifer, have you decided where to run the ad?" "Ohhh yes, Madame. I have selected three magazines, all catering to the very wealthiest of men. All business magazines. All with a very short client subscription list, and extremely confidential. However, for the right price, they will run our ad. It will be a simple ad. One beautifully feminine photograph of Cinderella and just the address. Contact by email or phone will not be possible. That is all we should need in order to attract our next 'window shopper!'"...
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Meanwhile, in the frilly confines of the ultrafeminine bedroom, rob was surrounded on ALL sides by the racks of frilly satin party dresses. White satin, the palest shades of pink and frosted pink, and even a few very pale baby blue dresses. Of course, the dresses were short, very short, just like the white satin dress rob had been forced to put on over the layers of stiff rustling petticoats. And ALL of the frilly dainty frocks were made especially...for him. Backed into a corner by the beautiful blonde, who Herself was wearing Her own very special version of a sissy dress, She, too, petticoated and frocked by the dominating Madame Chadwick. ~L~ynn continued to tease and taunt, making frou frou with the frilly satin frocks on their gleaming display racks. She pursed Her painted lips. rob gulped. his hands desperately searched for pockets. But, alas, he was frocked and petticoated. There were no pockets. So he nervously fingered the lacy layers of his stiff petticoats. "That's a good little sissy..." Laughed ~L~ynn. "Play with your petticoats, sissygirl. You're a girlyboy, now. You don't need trousers. As a matter of fact, you disdain trousers, don't you...Fetisha." She laughed. "Nooooo, my little girlygirl wannabe, you need to be in dresses. Frilly little dresses. And I am going to make certain that you stay in petticoats. Yes, my little Fetisha, you have worn pants for the very last time. As a matter of fact, YOU are going to model dresses for me...right now. I want you in something frillier and daintier than the pretty little frock you have on. A nice poufy, dainty, satin party frock in pale baby pink. With oodles of lace. You DO love lace, don't you, Sissy Fetisha?" The tall blonde lifted the short satin skirts of her own short party dress and revealed her lacy petticoats. And then She took rob's trembling hand and forced him to finger the ruffled lace hems of her lacy petticoat layers. She laughed as her diminutive little man's trembling fingers caressed her stiff petticoat layers. She mocked him. "There...that's better, Sissy Fetisha. That's a good sissy. Play with Miss ~L~ynn's lace. It's okay. You have my permission. Of course, I'm going to play with YOUR petticoats, too! And since YOU are going to be permanently petticoated, I'll have you in frilly little dresses every minute of every day because I just adore teasing weak litttle sissies undergoing strict petticoat punishment. By the way, Sissy Fetisha, how is that cute little sissy indicator of yours doing now, hmmmmm?" The beautiful blonde increased the sissyboy's ministrations of her own net and lace. She looked deeply into his glazed eyes. She whispered in her girliest, most femininely disarming voice, "You've been such a bad little boy, haven't you, Sissy Fetisha? Pretending to be a...a...a...man. A bad little boy who has ended up in a frilly little party dress and oodles of petticoats. A bad little boy who is in need of strict petticoat discipline. A bad little boy who needs to be feminized. Give in, my little sissygirl. Give in to frilly dresses and petticoats. Submit. Submit now. Marry me..."
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A stunned rob stammered, "Wh......Wh.....Whaaaaaa....What?" The tall beautiful, feminine blonde forced her sissyboy's fingers to touch and play with her lacy layered pettis. And then She played with his! She rustled his petticoats. Caressed their stiff net and crinoline. Swished them. Pursed her lipstick-painted lips. Fingered his lace. Looked deeply into his frightened eyes. "Marry me, Honey. Fetisha. Pretty Little Fetisha. Sissy Fetisha." God, She was sooooooo beautiful and, yes, sooooooo feminine. The tall blonde then slowly moved her lips downward until they met rob's. Her lipstick met his lips. She made sure he tasted it. Her lipstick s-l-o-w-l-y caressed Her sissyboy's quivering lips. And then she slid her tongue deep into his mouth. She kept Her kiss planted while She increased Her froufrou with the poor little man's satin dress. his petticoats hissed. he forced himself to gaze at Her perfectly made up face. Her eyeshadow, Her blush...all of it...perfect. Feminine. Girly. And mesmerizing.
Meanwhile, ~L~ynn's long fingers explored the lacy layers of Her sissy's petticoats. They made their way to the mass of froth and ruffled lace embellishing poor rob's satin sissy panties. She flicked the ruffled lacy rows. And as suddenly as ~L~ynn had plunged Her tongue deeply into the poor sissy's throat, She slowly removed it. She smiled mischievously. Knowingly. "I want you in a frillier dress. And perhaps an additional petticoat. You're MY sissy now! Do you understand, Sissy Fetisha?"... rob could only gulp..."Do you understand?" ~L~ynn repeated her question. his face burned with shame. "You've been a bad little boy. Pretending to be someone you are not. And you do know what I do to bad little boys, Honey, don't you? Hmmmm..?" rob looked down in shame. But all he could see were exposed lace petticoats swaying beneath his short satin party dress. "Answer my question Sissy! You do know what happens to bad little boys, don't you?" The beautiful blonde then stepped back, Her hands on Her hips, a serious look on Her beautiful face. An almost contemptuous look. rob could tell She was waiting impatiently for the expected response. ~L~ynn taunted, "The longer you wait to respond, the frillier dress I am going to put you in. Now...sissyboy, what happens to bad little boys?" rob sighed. "They get...petticoated." he finally said. "Ah! That's better! Still, though, you took way too long to respond. I want you in pink. A very pale, very girly, very ultrafeminine pink party frock. And then we're going to add just the slightest hint of blusher to your cheeks. You DO like makeup, don't you, Fetisha?"...
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rob was unable to answer. his breathing was heavier. his sissy indicator trapped beneath layers of satin and lace and net. ~~L~~ynn's mesmerizing froufrou, girly feminine voice, and overpowering femininity...too much. "Answer my question, my frilly sissyboy. You DO like makeup, don't you? REAL sissies love playing with makeup. Petticoated sissies are forced to wear makeup...and frilly little party dresses...every moment of every day. And bad little boys undergoing petticoat punishment, as you will be, well..." She giggled. "Bad little boys, in their frilly frocks and stiff petticoats, undergo intense humiliation as they are slowly feminized. And you DID say that you had been a bad little boy, didn't you, Honey?" She laughed. "And you did admit to me that bad little boys end up in frilly dresses and petticoats, didn't you, Baby?" The beautiful blonde backed her sissy boytoy into a rack of pale pink satin party frocks, forcing rob to almost lose his balance. The beautiful blonde laughed. rob was soooo very scared now. She mockingly pulled the frilliest pink satin dress from the rack, removed it from its white satin hanger, and forced it squarely agains the sissy's chest. "Oooooooo...yesssss....much more suited to your new petticoated status. REAL sissies wear pink! And this dress is frillier than the one we have you in now. Besides, there's a certain finality to pink. When a petticoated male is in a pink party dress, it is obvious he is under strict female domination. Now....hold your frilly little pink frock against your chest while I make certain the skirt is short enough for your pettis to show." rob hesitated when ~L~ynn handed him the frilly frock. "Do it! Do it, SISSY!!!" The smile had left the beautiful blonde's face. "Or shall I summon Madame to assist me?" That was enough to convince rob to obey. he shamefully held the frilly pink satin party dress over the petticoated white satin dress he was already wearing. ~L~ynn plucked at the short satin skirts. "That's a good sissy. Hold the dress still while I get a good look at it." The beautiful blonde nodded approvingly. "Now, take your new dress and go back into the study where the other ladies are chatting. Go to the center of the room and ask Madame to please help you into your new dress. Tell Her it will enhance your sissification. Ask Her if you may wear an additional petticoat. Tell Her you need to look more girly...more feminine. You may even have to beg Her. Now go...And tell the ladies that if you are feminine enough for me, I just might let you wear some makeup..."
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"~L~ynn...please...please don't make me do this. Puhleeze! That woman is crazy! This has gone far enough! Let's get out of here!" ~L~ynn was stunned to hear this coming from Her little man. Gathering her aplomb, however, She laughed at rob. Mocked him. Challenged him. "Sooooo...are you 'man' enough to go out there...without me...and tell Madame Chadwick to stop ordering you around...to stop her plan to feminize you. Well, Honey....are you? Be my brave little man...finally...and demand that Madame give you your trousers back? Tell her you're not a sissy. Tell her you'll be a 'bad boy' if you want to. Tell her that NO woman is going to tell you what to do. Assert your..." And then the beautiful blonde made froufrou with her boytoy's stiff lace and net pettis, pursed her painted lips, kissed rob squarely on his mouth. "Assert your...masculinity?? Well.....??" rob gulped. he continued to hold the frilly pink party dress against his chest. And yes, indeed, it was even frillier, more feminine, more juvenile than the white satin frock Madame already had put him in. he gulped again. he stammered. "~L~ynn, go with me...please. Please go with me. She'll listen to You. I know she will. "Me! Go out there with you?! I thought YOU were going to tell her, rob, that she wasn't going to sissify you. That you weren't going to permit it. you better hurry!" ~L~ynn laughed. "Madame already has you in dresses and petticoats! I mean...she even forced me to wear a frilly party dress! And I'm a girl!!!" "B...b...but, ~L~ynn...she...she...she wants to petticoat me...permanently!" The tall blonde laughed. "And....?" rob desperately replied, "B...b...but...I'm a...a...a...m...man!" "Then just tell her, Honey. Stand up to her. Tell her you're not a Sissy. Tell her you're not going to let her boss you around. Deman your pants back. Go ahead! Go for it!" rob swallowed hard. "I'll be right here when you get back. I'll be sitting on our bed in my frilly party dress, petticoats showing...just waiting to play dressup! Tell you what...if you come back in here wearing pants, I'll try on frilly dresses all night for you. You can FORCE me to wear any frilly little dress YOU want me to wear. Okay? You can petticoat ME! Now...prove you're a real man...and not a little sissyboy. Go right back in there and demand your pants!"...
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"Now hurry! you can do it, Honey! Just tell Madame you aren't going to submit to her...I'll be waiting. But..." The beautiful blonde added, giggling femininely, "Just in case you lose your nerve...your machismo...carry your frilly little pink party dress with you, okay?" ~L~ynn looked at her sissy boytoy icily. "I'll be right here when you get back. Be a 'man,' Honey." And then, before rob could respond, ~L~ynn removed the key to the lock, unlocked the door, pushed her frightened little man outside, and locked the door again. Now rob found himself locked outside of the bedroom, nervously carrying the frilly pink party frock. He thought about knocking on the bedroom door and asking ~L~ynn to let him back inside. But, no. That would mean he lacked the nerve to go back into the parlor and face Madame Chadwick and the other women. he had no other choice but to return to the parlor and confront Madame Chadwick. The click click of his shoes and the rustling of satin and net betrayed any attempt he might have had to sneak back into the parlor. Besides, the door to the parlor was now open. And the room was silent. The women...ALL of them...knew he was outside. He heard faint feminine giggles. His stiff rustling pettis swished and hissed with his every step. he felt silly...embarrassed...walking in the sissy dress and carrying another dress that was even frillier. he hesitated...he stopped just as he got to the entrance into the parlor. his pettis hissed. his party frock swished. The room grew dead silent. he desperately tried to gather up enough nerve to stop this embarrassment from going any farther. Yes, he thought to himself, he would challenge Madame Chadwick...here and now. Assert his masculinity. And yet as he contemplated his predicament, his sissy indicator already had risen up to combat the masculine moment rob might be considering. "Sissy Fetisha, is that you, my dear boy?" Madame Chadwick gaily solicited. "Is that the sound of your rustling petticoats signalling your arrival, my dear boy? Do you wish permission to enter the room and chat with the beautiful ladies? I shall expect a proper feminine curtsey before you enter this room, my bad little petticoated sissyboy." "OMG, why, oh why, did Madame have to be so assertive...so dominant?" rob asked himself. he briefly recalled the many titillating stories he had read on so many internet fiction sites about stepmothers, Aunties, and even Madames who took great delight in the humiliating emasculation of weak sissies. But never did he actually believe these women really existed. Oh dear, was he already losing his nerve? he looked down at the ridiculously short, ultra-girly, ultrafeminine, frilly satin party dress he had been "forced" to wear by this powerful woman, and in front of his girlfriend. The deep humiliation that had already ensued. And yet his sissy indicator now begged him to submit to even more embarrassment and shame. He feasted his eyes on his own layers of stiff net petticoats tantalizingly exposing their lace-frilled hems from beneath his dainty frock. There was NOTHING masculine about him...and he knew it. "I shall not ask you again, Sissy Fetisha," commanded Madame Chadwick. "you may enter the room, stand in the center, and drop a deep and respectful curtsey to the ladies. We are waiting...albeit impatiently." Any thought of challenging this determined woman was quickly evaporating when rob heard the commanding tone of Her voice. And though he desperately wanted to challenge Her, to prove to the beautiful women in the room that he was still very much a "man," his petticoated status belied his resolve. Thus he slowly made his swishing and rustling way to the center of the room, his face on fire with shame, and still cradling the frilly pink satin party dress in his hands. The rustling and swishing of net, satin, and lace announced his arrival. And a deep, respectful, and shameful curtsey was the order of the day. "Your curtsey needs much work, Sissy Fetisha," Madame chastised. "Deportment lessons will be essential to your feminization and sissification. I simply will not have you mincing about in frilly party dresses and petticoats without exaggerated feminine mannerisms. EVERY trace of masculinity will be erased...forever. I see Miss ~L~ynn has decided to put you in a frilly pink party dress. I could not agree more. Pink is far more befitting of a Sissy...especially a feminine little Sissy like yourself. It is a permanent reminder of your status...of a bad little boy who is undergoing permanent petticoating. I shall return you to the bedroom in your pink party dress in due time. However, I have something else in mind first. Place your frilly little pink party dress on a dress rack and then quickly return to the center of the room. you may sit in that straight-back chair." And with that, rob never even thought about resisting this powerful woman. Not even for a second. With petticoats swishing, he meekly obeyed. And then he returned to the center of the room, only to be reminded by Madame that, "Proper little girls smoothe their skirts before sitting down. I expect nothing less from a petticoated sissy. Now...take your seat...and be careful to smoothe your skirts as you slowly lower yourself into the chair." And while rob had read many times of those unfortunate petticoated lads desperately trying to arrange the masses of petticoats under their short frilly dresses, he was now charged with actually doing it...in front of an audience of powerful, beautiful, feminine women. Carefully, s-l-o-w-l-y, he lowered himself into the narrow chair. But to no avail. his petticoats spilled out everywhere, lacily displaying themselves to his audience. No matter how hard rob tried to suppress their bouffant frilliness, it was simply impossible. The women clearly were amused. Madame admonished the poor man. She made him repeat, over and over and over, the feminine practice of smoothing one's skirts and petticoats out before lowering oneself into a chair. Finally, Madame allowed him to remain in his seat. And then Madame walked to the center of the room and stood directly in front of rob. "You adore your frilly dresses, don't you, Sissy Fetisha. Hmmm...?" She mockingly laughed. "Your petticoats are making quite an immodest display of themselves in front of the ladies. you need to be punished for such unladylike behavior." Then, turning to Dr. Jennifer Haynes, Madame requested "the piercing gun." Glaring back at rob, Madame Chadwick declared, "It's time we gave you earrings, my weak sissyboy..."
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That remark caught rob's attention. he squirmed in the narrow straight-backed chair facing his audience of beautiful women. His petticoats rustled with his nervousness. Never, ever had he envisioned actually getting his ears pierced. This would permanently mark him. he HAD to say something. he just had to. As he watched Dr. Jennifer Haynes retrieve a small bag from her desk, he stammered, "B...b...but Madame....." "You wish to speak, my dear boy?" Madame mockingly asked. "Y...yes, p...lease." "Whatever would a weak petticoated sissy like YOU have to add to our conversation? You are being most rude, interrupting what is a delightful morning for all of us. Sissies are to be seen and not heard." The ladies were on the edges of their seats, eagerly anticipating what rob might have to say. Madame sensed their interest and looked back at the poor little man, "Very well, Sissy Fetisha. Just this one time, though. You know the rules. Stand, smoothe out the wrinkles in your pretty little frilly dress, and curtsey daintily to the ladies before asking their permission to be heard." The women were mesmerized at Madame's total control of Her little sissyboy. rob knew he needed to make a desprate plea, so he meekly obeyed. The frilly satin party dress rustled loudly and his layers of net and lace pettis swished femininely as he rose from the chair and attempted to pull down his satin skirt over his petticoats. But the oh-so-short frilly frock was not cooperating. The satin dress was wrinkled and petticoats and lace were exposed everywhere. Under Madame Chadwick's careful stare, the poor man clumsily attempted to restore his skirts to some semblance of modesty and tidiness. The ladies giggled as he strugled mightily under Madame's watchful eyes. Finally, Madame Chadwick broke the silence, "Come here this instant! Stand in front of me while I straighten your dress and petticoats out. It is obvious you have much to learn about proper feminine deportment when you are wearing dresses. As your dresses become frillier and shorter, I will be adding more petticoats for extra fullness. Proper feminine deportment and mannerisms will be essential for your feminization. I suggest you learn quickly, my dear man...or else. Now...a proper curtsey is in order before you are allowed to speak. Go ahead, my pretty little petticoated sissy...curtsey for the ladies. Show all of us the sissy you really are."
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The meek little man minced towards the towering figure of Madame Chadwick. his rustling satin skirts and stiff crinolines, crushing his masculinity, forced him to take even daintier steps in a desperate attempt to eliminate at least some of the swishing of his exposed pettis. Upon arriving to face Madame Chadwick, rob curtsied again. Madame remarked to the ladies, "Once the sissy is put into dresses, his curtseying becomes a more naturally feminine act of obedience and subjugation. If he were to be allowed to ever wear trousers, the curtsey would become less automatic. Keeping sissies in frilly dresses enhances their feminization." rob could not believe how clinical and matter-of-fact Madame was as she commented on his ever-growing emasculation. "Just look at you!" Madame scolded rob. "Your skirts are a mess! And so are your pettis! I shall NOT tolerate wrinkled skirts, especially from a male who is undergoing permanent sissification." Madame addressed her lady audience, "All sissies and bad little boys who have just been petticoated must be taught the art of effective skirt management. Petticoated males are such a challenge initially. They simply do not know how to keep their pettis from being wrinkled. I have devised many techniques, however, to severly punish a sissy who does not learn quickly how to act in his frillies." As Madame spoke, she directed the poor man to carefully fix the wrinkles in his sissy dress. As he plucked at the mass of stiff petticoats under his short satin dress, Madame also reminded the ladies that "such practice hastens to crush a sissy's resistance and accelerate his emasculation." When Madame had finally nodded her ascent to rob, She said, "Now, Sissy Fetisha, whatever is so important that you feel you must interrupt a lovely morning with your insatiable desire to speak?" rob hesitated. "Well????...We're waiting......" The room grew silent. rob fidgeted. his skirts and petticoats rustled musically. Jennifer Haynes stood up from behind her desk, moved to the center of the room to stand with Madame. Dr. Haynes was holding a small bag and two small jewelry boxes. rob tried to speak. But all he could do was swallow. his hands reached for pockets that were not there. So they nervously rested against the poufy white satin skirt of his party dress. Jennifer Haynes moved closer. She removed from one of the jewelry boxes a dangling sparkling yellow gold earring. She dangled it directly in front of rob. She smiled. She laughed. "Ohhhh my, this is sooooo adorable. Just look....." In five very small feminine gold letters strung together, the pretty earring spelled "S-I-S-S-Y." The tall beautiful doctor displayed it to the ladies. And then Madame Chadwick, asking Dr. Haynes for the piercing gun, turned to rob, "Now, my pretty little petticoated boy, what was it you wanted to say?" rob's eyes grew wide. He was about to have his ears pierced. Hde blurted out, "Please! NO! NO! NO! Don't pierce my ears. Please!" Madame feigned shock. "My dear little man. Whatever are you talking about? You've been petticoated! You have been put into frilly little dresses. You're wearing petticoats! OF COURSE I am going to pierce your ears! Now don't be such a baby! It will only sting just slightly. If you squeal, you will get double piercings. Is that understood?"
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The petticoated sissy cowered, tears came flooding from his eyes. Madame Chadwick laughed gaily. She explained to the ladies, "Reality is setting in. Piercing a sissy's ears is a permanent reminder that his charades as a 'real male' are over. As with his frilly dresses and petticoats, the earrings display him for what he really is...or is about to become - a feminized, petticoated girlyboy. And, of course, piercing him while he is frocked and on public display, adds that essentil aspect of humiliation. Before the little man could say any more, Madame Chadwick had rolled a full-length swivel mirror into view. She then forced rob to "lower yourself into the straight-backed chair, and mind you, sissyboy, arrange your skirts very carefully and smoothe your petticoats out." Madame Chadwick then invited the audience of beautiful, feminine ladies to join her. As the women eagerly surrounded the poor little man, Madame explained, "Forcing the sissy to look in the mirror and feast his greedy little eyes on his own net and lace petticoats while his ears are forcibly pierced is an intensely exciting and erotic moment for him. The sissy is desperately seeking to escape. Desperately hoping to recover some final masculine urge to resist. But, alas, he cannot." Madame laughed, and turned her attention to rob, taunting him. "Go ahead, 'Master Rob,' prove me wrong. Resist me. Resist the utter humiliation, shame, and embarrassment that I have every intention of putting you through as you become a permanent slave to your own ultrafeminine cravings. Let me assure you, my little girlyman, frillier dresses, stiffer, lacier petticoats, makeup, satin and lace are your future. Your ONLY future. Permanent feminization is my plan for you. Never again will you wear horrid trousers. Dresses for you. Frilly dresses. Dresses fit for only the sissiest of males. Now...sit still..."
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Instinctively, rob moved to get up out of the chair. His short satin party dress and all of its layers of net and lace pettis rustled and swished excitedly. But the beautiful women moved in swiftly, surrounding him. Closing in on him. Shutting off any possible escape route from the chair. They towered over him. Angie shoved him back into the chair. Madame Chadwick taunted him, "What a pitiful specimen of a male you are! You're not going anywhere! Oh noooo...You've been frocked! Why just look at you. Surrounded by beautiful women. Feminine women. Very feminine women. More feminine than you will ever be. More powerful than you will ever be. Just look at them, 'Master Rob,'" Madame taunted. "Every one of them, with their makeup impeccably applied, their pretty feminine dresses, high heels, lacy lingerie...Yes, my little one, their femininity is their weapon. I know my pretty little man, all sissies are vulnerable to powerful, beautiful, feminine women. Sissies envy them. You envy their femininity. You desperately wish to emulate that femininity. And yes, my pretty little man. You're one of those sissies. But you've been bad because, in your case, you've betrayed that little girllyboy inside you, desperately wanting to come out and play. Desperate to rule you. And because you have not given your inner sissy the proper respect she deserves, you must be punished. And the only fitting punishment is feminization and intense petticoating. Emasculation will lead to absolute obedience and submission. So it is imperative that you be kept in dresses. The really frilly party frocks that only a real sissy would be caught dead wearing. And feminine women, REALLY feminine women like these ladies who are in our delightful little club, insist that their sissies be properly frocked and petticoated at ALL times...for their amusement and entertainment. Now... arrange your skirts and petticoats by raising out of your chair slowly, fluff out your skirts until the ladies have approved, curtsey, apologize for your behavior, and lower yourself back into your chair, smoothing your skirts and pettis properly, so that I may pierce your ears. Another peep out of you, and you will receive double piercings. Or....if you refuse, I'll simply strip you in front of the ladies right now and reveal your frenzied little sissy indicator for all of them to see. I am quite certain your satin and lace undies are making 'him' quite the excited little fellow at the moment. So, my little sissyboy, what will it be?" rob never answered. He meekly submitted, following every step Madame had ordered, finally lowering himself back into the chair, smoothing out his satin skirts and layers of scrunchy snow white net, taffeta, and lace. "That's better, Sissy Fetisha." Madame declared triumphantly. "Now, look in the mirror. Look deeply int it. Now...look at your petticoats. Aren't they just to die for? Is it everything you fantasized it would be, Sissy? Your first frilly satin party dress, layers of petticoats, more lace than you could ever have imagined. Surrounded by beautiful...feminine...powerful women? Women who know now you're not a man. You're not even close to a man. Noooo...you're a boy. A bad boy. A very bad boy who has found himself in a frilly party dress and petticoats. About to be feminized and sissified. A bad boy who is going to be petticoated...permanently. No more golf for you. No more drinking beer with your buddies. No more dating beautiful women and then dumping them. Oh no...you need to be punished for your bad behavior. And you DO know how Madame punishes bad little boys, don't you? Hmmmm...? Oh yes, I PETTICOAT them...permanently. And I do it betond your wildest fantasies!..."
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rob's sissy indicator raged. That little girl inside of him was forcing her way out. Madame continued. "Ohhh yes, frilly dresses and stiff rustling pettis are ever so much more fitting for you, my little man. Just look in the irror. You frilly unies are exposed! Lace pettis are just everywhere! And that is precisely why I am going to keep you in short satin party dresses. Permanent displays of of your lace pettis will serve to both embarras, huniliate, and, yet, excite you to the point that total acquiescence and submission will be impossible for you to resist. Turning to Dr. Haynes and to Angie, Madame asked them to "assist me as I pierce our little sissy's ears. After all, little girls just adore pierced ears. Why would a simpering litle sissy be any different!" Madame laughed gaily. As the two beautiful women pressed their hands down on rob's shoulders. Madame took the first S-I-S-S-Y earring, dangled in front of rob, handed it to Angie to hold for her. Then the smell of rubbing alcohol being dabbed on cotton was followed by a quick piercing of ths sissy's right ear. And while rob never uttered a sound, tears welled up in his eyes. The women noticed. Madame Chadwick took the earring, affixed it to rob's ear, and quickly repeated the process to his left ear. The gold earrings sparkled in the light of the room. "Stand up, Sissy Fetisha," Madame commanded. Slowly the poor man rose out of the chair, cognizant to fluff his skirts and petticoats with his now trembling hands. "Fix your petticoats! If you insist on wearing frilly party dresses then I am going to insist that wrinkled skirts simply will NOT be tolerated. Now fix the lace hem on your pettis. Some of your dainty lace was crushed under your skirts. You may use the mirror to check your exposed pettis in the back. rob's face now was red, really red, with shame. He could feel the earrings swinging back and forth as he moved his head to fix his skirts. "Raise the hem of your frilly dress and show me that your petticoats have no wrinkles in them!" Madame ordered. His nervous fingers became even more nervous because these beautiful women were now right next to him, scrutinizing his every movement. The petticoats hissed at him as if to say, "Be careful what you wish for." Finally, Madame ordered him to look in the mirror, focusing on his earrings. Suddenly, the poor man broke down and weeped, burying his face in his hands. And while the women may have felt a slight tinge of empathy, Madame quickly reminded them, "All sissies act this way when they get their ears pierced. At least those sissies who realize that they have now been exposed for what they really are. They are not men. There is nothing masculine about them. And those who have masqueraded as men, once they have been petticoated, realize that the earrings symbolize their permanent sissification and feminization. It's actually quite amusing to see them like this. It makes them more likely to accept their training from me because there is no turning back now." Turning her attention to rob, she laughed cruelly, "Perhaps you would like for me to strip you down, right this moment, in front of the ladies, remove your frilly finery, and allow them to witness how you are really feeling? Hmmmmm? As shameful and embarrassing as this is, it excites you, doesn't it, my litle cherub. Ohhhh yes, Madame knows....Madame knows everything. Now, wipe those silly tears from your face with my lace hankie, thank me for piercing your ears, curtsey, and then, in your highest most little girl voice, ask me politely to keep you in frilly dresses and petticoats because you have been a very bad boy. Go ahead. Do it!" With that, Madame removed a heavily lace-embellished fine linen hankie and handed it to Her newest victim...
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Poor, poor, rob. Exposed. Humiliated. The earrings dangled from each ear, sparkling in the light of the room. The pathetic little excuse for a male, frocked, petticoated, and now subjected to the whims of beautiful women...powerful women...feminine women...mesmerized by the slow and eliiberate emasculation of a male. No, there would be no escaping. There would be no turning back. There would be no quick and instant gratification with a return to his normal masquerade as a male. Madame Chadwick would see to that. Because now, at this moment, he fully realized this woman... cold, calculating, determined, and...yes, experienced...would take great delight in his permanent sissification and feminization. Yes, this woman knew rob even better than rob knew himself. She knew his deepest fantasies. His fetishistic addiction to satin, lace, tulle, petticoats, the ultrafeminine frilly dresses, makeup...all of it. And She knew that he would subject himself to the most extreme humiliation imaginable because he just couldn't resist...no matter how hard he tried...he just could not. And rob was the perfect sissy for Madame. rob was that pitiful male desperately trying to suppress his desires. Desperate to deny the exquisite excitement generated with each additional humiliation. Desperate to resist once he realized that Madame was playing for keeps. Hoping against hope that Her plan to permananetly sissify him were just fantasy. But the earrings...the piercing of his ears...Madame Chadwick stared deeply, and icily into his tear-filled eyes. "Now...now, my little man. Just look at you now. All frocked and petticoated for the ladies. Wearing your first frilly party dress. Layers of stiff petticoats trimmed is rows of sissy lace. Too girly...too feminine..even for a real little girl. But just perfect for a sissy like you." Madame reached down and made frou frou with rob's pettis. Swished them back and forth. Fingered their ruffled lace hems. Toyed with the small pink satin bows." How's that little sissy indicator doing...now!" She laughed. "Is 'he' responding to my ministration? Am I controlling 'the little fella'? Is that dainty, sissy little girl inside of you just begging to come out and play? Hmmmmm......? Is 'she' laughing at you, too? Is 'she' conspiring with your sissy indicator to crush your masculine ego? Shall I order you to raise your petticoats, lower your sissy panties, and expose you for what you really are? Hmmmm.? You know I can. You know I will. Perhaps I should talk just a little more 'petticoat talk' to you now. Drive that little sissy indicator wild?" Madame now slowly begain to raise the front of the sissyman's frilly dress and petticoats, ever so slowly, until the rows of ruffled white lace from his double-sided satin sissy panties became visible. "I need to finish preparing you for the bedroom. Your, ahem," Madame added sarcastically "girlfriend is waiting." As the sissy's sissy indicator raged, Madame Chadwick fingered the ruffled lace of the satin sissy panties, "I cannot wait until Miss ~L~ynn sees your earrings. You see, I promised her a special surprise when you returned to the bedroom." Continuing to play with the lace ruffles of his sissy panties, Madame asked her victim one last time, "Now...do we lower your panties...now...in front of the ladies...or do you take my lace hankie, wipe your tears, fix your skirts and petticoats, curtsey, and in your highest, most feminine little girl voice, ask me for permission to wear frilly little party dresses...all the time? What shall it be my pretty little sissy? Hmmm?"
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The simpering sissyman cowered as Madame Chadwick pulled out a gleaming white satin glove, lavishly lace-frilled at the cuff, and slowly slid it on over her long right hand. She moved forward...obviously readying herself to lower the lace-encrusted satin sissy panties rob was wearing beneath the layers of rustling petticoats. Just as Madame reached for the waistband..."NO! N.n.n.nooooo...please....please not that!" The sissy moved his trembling hands to lower his delightful rustling skirts and petticoats in a feverish frenzy to prevent Madame Chadwick from literally exposing the frenziedly excited state his sissy indicator was enjoying as Madame's feminization plans were accelerating. Embarrassed, humiliated, standing in the presence of these beautiful women...desperate to use his petticoats and his frilly satin party frock to conceal his descent into sissydom. Madame looked up squarely into the horror-struck face of her latest male victim, tears streaming from his eyes. Madame's eyes widened, she nodded triumphantly, and warned him, "Beg me....beg me...now! Or else!" And then Madame slowly, very slowly, with her left hand, began to raise the short white satin skirt of the dainty party dress until it allowed a full view of pettis. The frilly feminine clouds of net, tulle, and snow white lace were all that separated the ladies from a view of an exposed sissy indicator. "Hold the skirts of your frilly dress so that I may raise your petticoats...layer by frilly layer...and tell you all that I am going to do to you...one frilly ultragirly, ultrasissy detail after another...until, finally, there is nothing left to hide." Madame's right arm was slowly, very slowly, moving back and forth beneath the rustling pettiskirts while her left hand reached for the first stiff layer of white net and lace. "Your sissification will be agonizingly slow...very slow...with a strong emphasis on ultrafeminine mannerisms. Limp wrists, mincing steps, deep curtsies. But there will never be any doubt that you are a male...a sissy male...with no hope...ever...of resembling anything masculine. Yes, my boy, a dainty little boy in frilly party dresses trying to be the very best sissy he can be. Ultrafeminine. Ultragirly." Madame handed the poor man the first stiff rustling layer of net and lace. "Here, hold your petticoat for Madame. After all, it's YOUR petticoat, Sissy." Then She reached down to take the next layer, also stiff crinoline net, snow white and covered in lace. "Makeup will be allowed only after you have learned to sit properly in frilly party dresses. You will immediately begin intense training of the proper way smoothe your skirts before lowering yourself into a chair, smoothing your skirts and petticoats, and attempting to conceal as much of your frilly lace as possible. It is most immodest for little boys in dresses to display too many of their pettis. Of course, your dainty dresses will be so short as to afford all ladies views of your pettis. And because you are undergoing sissification, you will never be able to fully conceal your petticoats. And because you are a sissy, you will not mind the ladies seeing your exposed frilly undies. After all, a real sissy wear his petticoats and party dresses with pride. And you will be so very proud to be Madame's sweet, feminine little sissy boy, my dear. Madame will see to that." As the second stiff layer of crinoline net reached the boy's waist, Madame ordered rob to hold it, too. And then She returned to the next stiff, rustling layer, "You will serve women. ALL women. Your humiliation and degradation are to amuse us. You will be our entertainment. Evry morning you will present yourself to me for your lingerie inspection. It is I who will approve your petticoats and sissy panties as appropriately feminine enough. Anything that is not to my satisfaction will be met with punishment. Spankings will occur every afternoon at tea. You will be required to serve tea every afternoon in petticoats and your frilliest party dress." Another stiff lacy layer was handed to the poor man for him to hold. "I will be hiring three full time maids to assist me in your sissification. And yes, my dear, they will be the most beautiful, ultrafeminine, dominant young women I know. And ALL of them will have one objective: To petticoat you, sissify you, and emasculate you. I will attire them in the shortest French Maid's uniforms, put them in layers of stiff petticoats, and encourage them to tease you endlessly. Their femininity will be their ultimate weapon." She handed poor rob another stiff petticoat for him to grasp...And then.......
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"Puhleeeeze...omg..........puhleeeeeeeeeze.........stop.....stop, please....please don't do this to me." Madame laughed at the glazed far-away look in the boy's eyes. Madame stopped her ministrations with her right hand. She withdrew the still white satin gloved hand from beneath his pettis. "Madame, please don't make me a...a...a..." "A what, rob? Hmmm. Make you a what? Say it. Say the word. That magic word. Make you a what? A sissy? Hmmm.... Is that what you are trying to say? My oh my, my little boy. Drop your petticoats and fluff your skirts. And no wrinkles. Be quick about it, too!" rob did as ordered as the women watched, giggling, at the unmistakeable feminine mannerisms he was using to fluff out his skirts and straighten his petticoats. "Very well, rob. Now...curtsey for me. Do it!" Again, he complied. The deep curtsey created a sibilant rustling of satin and net and lace. "Here's your final sissy test. Go to the bedroom. The bedroom where your, ahem, your girlfriend is waiting. Convince her you are not a sissy. Convince her you shoud not be put in dresses and petticoats. Have ~L~ynn order me to stop petticoating you. It's that simple, rob. Now go..."
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The weak little man hesitated. Madame continued, "On the other hand...if you do not regain your masculinity...in the bedroom...I expect to see you in pale pink. Pale pink satin and white net petticoats with dainty pink ribbon bows. And, of course, my little girlyboy, LACE! Your petticoats WILL be trimmed, every single layer, in delicate white lace. Miss ~L~ynn will have a special little gift for you to wear under your sissy panties, too, my boy. A dainty, satin, lace-bedecked sheath, surrounded with layer after layer of ruffled white lace. It will serve to petticoat your sweet little...but very naughty and obviously excited...sissy indicator. When you are next presented to us, all of us, either you will be wearing your silly boy-clothes," Madame smirked, "Or you will be in your new sissy pink satin party dress and petticoats. Now...you are dismissed to the bedroom and Miss ~L~ynn. Go, sissy!" This was rob's chance to escape... and he knew it. Terrified, and without curtseying, he ran as quickly as he could from the room, his stiff petticoats and satin party frock rustling and swishing musically as he escaped from the room. He even stopped to close the door on his way out. As the door shut, the women in the room laughed. "OMG!" exclaimed Angie. "I had no idea you could make any man submit to such embarrassment and humiliation. That was absolutely priceless. What a sissy!" Dr. Jennifer Haynes chimed in, "Madame, as always, you were splendid. How would you assess rob's 'potential?'" The women giggled at Jennifer's use of the word "potential." Madame Chadwick calmly responded, a wry smile of confidence on her lips, "I am going to have so much fun with this one. In many respects, he is still a little boy. A clumsy pathetic little boy struggling to become a man...even at his age. He knows that his time has run out. He desperately wants to enjoy his little sissy fantasies and fetishes without experiencing the reality that I have every intention of playing for keeps. He is quite aware that I know exactly what excites...and yet embarrasses and humiliates him the most. And he knows that he will be unable to resist. Make no mistake about this. He does want to resist. But that femmy little girlygirl inside of rob is playing for keeps, too. His undeniable fetish for the most ultrafeminine and girly of clothing will be the 'piece de resistance.' Forcing closet sissies like our little man here into dresses and petticoats is exactly what I do best." Dr. Jennifer Haynes asked Madame, "Madame Chadwick, exactly what time is your beautiful niece expected to arrive next week." "Dr. Haynes, my dear niece Lacy will be here Tuesday. She is extremely feminine and has learned quite well under my tutelage. Her very short, almost boyishly cut, jet black hair gives her that ultrafeminine androgynous look. She is also a bit more creative with her humiliation and embarrassment of petticoated sissies. This will be Lacy's most direct involvement with any candidate for permanent feminization and sisification that I have worked with. She is quite excited......... Meanwhile, rob approached the ultrafeminine bedroom where the beautiful blonde, his soon-to-be former girlfriend, ~L~ynn, anxiously awaited him...
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As the poor man desperately tried to open the door to the frilly bedroom, he glanced down at the layers of net, tulle and lace above his knees displaying themselves proudly from beneath the short satin party dress he had been "forced" into by Madame. The petticoats hissed at him, as if mocking his petticoated status. And as he gazed at his layers of white pettis, his sissy indicator raged with excitement. It, too, had betrayed him. It, too, craved the intoxicating ultrafeminine, ultragirly dresses he would soon be wearing. And it, too, fought to be petticoated...permanently. He banged on the locked door, "Lynn, Lynn! It's me. It's rob. Let me in! Please let me in! Please!" A quiet feminine whisper came from the other side of the door, "rob"? rob?" I don't know anybody named "rob." She giggled in her girliest voice. Rob got angry. "Dam*it, Lynn, let me in. I need some clothes. Now let me in. I'm outta here!" "Sissy, sissy, I have YOUR clothes, Honey. Dresses! Frilly little party dresses. All dainty, satiny, and soooooooo short everyone will just know you are wearing petticoats! Admit it, rob. You're a sissy. And now......you're MY sissy. My very own little girlyboy, to dress and feminize and petticoat any way I see fit. Admit it, Honey. You DO love your frilly dresses so much more than those boring pants you are wanting me to give you. Besides, Silly, sissies don't wear pants. Ever! At least MY sissies don't. They wear dresses! And you look soooooooooooo cute in dresses! No, my sissy little boyfriend, you are destined for petticoats. Now...tell me you are a little sissyboy and you need to be frocked and petticoated and maybe, just maybe, I will let you into my boudoir for fun and games. Dressup games. I may even trade dresses with you! Ooooooooh! Wouldn't that be fun! Wearing each other's frilly party dresses and seeing who can wear the laciest and stiffest petticoats. Say it, sissy. Just say it. Tell Miss ~L~ynn you want her to force you into frilly dainty dresses because you're not 'man' enoiugh to do it on your own. That's okay. Miss ~L~ynn understands. You already know I am too beautiful for you to resist. And I'm just girly enough and feminine enough to put you in the perfect dress! I'm getting hot at just the thought of you trying on frilly party dresses for me. Playing with your petticoats in front of me. Maybe...just maybe...if you're a good little sissy...Miss ~L~ynn will allow you to touch my own stiff, lace petticoats. Maybe...just maybe...Miss ~L~ynn will even let you playwith my petticoats while I am in my own frilly frock. I just bet you'd love that, wouldn't you, my little Sissy Fetisha?" She teased. ~L~ynn was giggling femininely. "Hurry, Sissy Fetisha! Hurry...before Madame Chadwick finds you...."
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Poor rob! While the rustling short bridal satin skirts of his dainty party dress rustled musically and his stiff lace petticoats hissed enchantingly, the little sissy man desperately tried to convince his beautiful blonde girlfriend to forego plans to feminize and petticoat him. "~L~ynn! Please, ~L~ynn, let me in! I'm getting my clothes, the keys to my car, and I'm outta here! Now...dam*it, let me in!!!" The beautiful blonde, attired in her own short girly party frock, resplendent with oodles of pettis, taunted him through the locked door. "Madame will take the switch to you, Honey, if she hears you talking like this. So.....which is it? Playing dressup in my frilly boudoir...just the two of us...or...Madame? Hmmmm...?" ~L~ynn giggled coquettishly. "Will you try on frilly dresses for me? You know you want to. You know you're a sissy. And you know sissies wear dresses. And if you obey me, I've got the most adorable, lacy, satiny, sissy present for your...sissy indicator. After all, IT deserves to be petticoated, too!" The beautiful blonde laughed. And I have several of them for you to choose from. Pale pink, white, all the pretty feminine colors. And just covered in lace! All tucked away inside your sissy panties and your layers of petticoats. Now...wouldn't you like that, my pretty sissy boy?" Whispering through the door, and hoping Madame Chadwick would not hear him, rob replied, "~L~ynn, I want my pants. I want my clothes. All of them! Now let me in." "Pants? Trousers? You??? How funny! How cute! You know sissies don't wear pants...ever! They wear dresses! And sissies who are under petticoat punishment and feminization wear PETTICOATS!" Suddenly, rob heard Madame Chadwick's commanding voice, "Sissy Fetisha, must I apply the switch to you? Must I spank you right now...right here...and apply a rather special type of punishment that I reserve especially for my most difficult little boys? You have exactly 30 seconds to go to your room and convince Miss ~L~ynn that you really aren't a little sissyboy at all. I'm counting...29...28...27..." rob gulped. "~L~ynn, please...please...don't do this to me. Please!" "20...19...18..." rob pleaded, "~L~ynn, let me in...please!" Madame counted. "15...14...13..." ~L~ynn giggled, "Tell me, sissy...tell me what I want to hear. Hurry!" ""10...9...8..." "Okay, okay...I'm a sissy. I need to be...petticoated..." ~L~ynn giggled, "And...?" "I need to wear dainty little girl-style party dresses..." "5...4...3..." "And you WILL obey ME...and SUBMIT?..." ~L~ynn asked the desperate man. "2...1..." "Yes..." And the door opened. And standing before the frightened, petticoated and frocked little mand was the beautiful blonde ~L~ynn, frocked and petticoated, and holding her right thumb and forefinger out in front of her full skirts, dangling in front of her wide-eyed victim, a...
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rob's eyes were as wide as saucers! He stared straight at the humiliating garment his tall beautiful feminine blonde girlfriend dangled teasingly and enticingly in front of him. The narrow white lace-embellished satiny sheath had four long pink satin ribbons running from it, no doubt to secure the ignominious garment to his sissy indicator and tuck it securely into place between his legs. "Look familiar, sissyboy?" taunted ~L~ynn. "Hmmmm...let me see...how about a little test? A literature test...short stories, to be exact." rob's face flushed and reddened. The beautiful blonde towered over her little prey. Her 5-inch white stiletto heels simply enhanced her height over her simpering victim. With her left hand, she flirtatiously swished her thigh-high short skirt of her satiny sissy party frock, watching the greedy eyes of her soon-to-be sissy slave focus on her white lace and pink satin-ribbon- bowed petticoats. She moved in on her boytoy, "I think it's so adorable how sissies just melt in front of strong, dominant, feminine, and beautiful women. And when the women are in frilly dresses and petticoats, like I am, well...I get hot just thinking about what I am going to do to you. A feminine girly bedroom just full of rack after rack of frilly dresses. A pathetic little sissy who simply cannot resist my feminine desires to humiliate, embarrass, and...ooohhh...excite him." ~L~ynn continued to make froufrou with her left hand, revealing even more of her lace. "Oh yes, now...for my little literature question. I just KNOW you are going to know the answer. She giggled. "It's a short story, just for sissies...like YOU." No. No, she wouldn't! rob thought to himself. And then, "It's such an easy question; and if you answer it correctly, I'll let you touch my petticoats. Play with my lace...for...one minute. And while you play with my petticoats, I'm going to glance around our femmy boudoir for a different frock, a frillier one, for you to wear for me. Okay?' She teased, playing with and fingering her lace pettis. "Oooo!" the beautiful blonde giggled, "We're going to have SO much fun tonight! And now...the question." Looking deep into rob's eyes as if daring him to look away from Her, the beautiful blonde continued, "You HAVE read 'Leslie's Adventures in Petticoatland,' rob, haven't you?" She laughed. rob hesitated. "After all it IS on of the classics in the genre of petticoat punishment. Written by Nan Gilbert? Poor little Leslie? Petticoated by his 'evil' Auntie?" rob tried to look away from ~L~ynn. But to no avail. "Well.....?" Rob's face burned. HOW did She know? But the beautiful blonde didn't let up. "Poor little leslie. A sissy...just like you. Addicted to satin and lace. Weak. Submissive. Didn't put up much of a fight did, he, rob? Never wore trousers again. You HAVE read 'Leslie's Adventures in Petticoaland,' right? Kind of a sissy essential." Before rob could even answer her rhetorical question, the beautiful blonded moved closer. "You DO want to play with my petticoats, don't you, sissy? Play with their lace. Examine my pink satin bows?" rob's breathing grew deeper. His skirts hissed. "Of course you do!" "Now... the question: "This delightful and quite adorable little feminizing garment which I am holding, and which YOU will be wearing before the night is over, is similar to the same little sissifying garment poor little leslie was forced to wear. What is it called?" rob shook his head in shame. "Go ahead, sissy, answer the question. You know you can't resist. Answer the question, girlyboy." he hesitated. Tears came from his eyes. ~L~ynn had no remorse; instead, a triumphant look appeared on her face. She pulled the short satin skirt of her dainty party dress up a bit higher, revealing even more of her lace petticoats. "Answer the question, sissy. Answer it." She dangled the frilly sheath in front of rob's tear-stained face. And then, slowly, ever so slowly, rob spoke the answer, "A pe*is petticoat." "VERY good, sissy. Very good." And then, the sissy man broke. He began to sob. The tears came faster. His humiliation reddened his face. And ~L~ynn laughed. "I knew it. You ARE a sissy." rob cried. ~L~ynn taunted him. "Why, you even cry like a little girl. Now...play with my lace and then I can find some more suitable party dresses for your immediate feminization."
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As soon as ~L~ynn was able to get rob to answer the humiliating question, she quickly locked the door and pushed the poor sobbing man onto the thick pale pink satin comforter covering the top of the pink and white canopied bed. As he hit the bed, he landed in a mass of his own stiff petticoats. Now the simpering man desperately tried to suppress the boufffant frilliness of the layers of stiff net and lace pouring out from beneath his short satin party frock. The beautful blonde stood over him in her five-inch white stilettos. "My, my, just look at you now. Crying like a little girl. At least be 'man' enough to admit that you're a ssssisssyyyy. After all, no REAL man would allow himself to be daintily frocked, petticoated, and put under the control of girls. So just admit it. Admit that you need to be kept in frilly dresses. All sissies do. That's what makes you sissies." As the beautiful blonde towered over her sissy boytoy, She knew very well his addiction to net and lace would compel him to look up her own short, petticoat-bedecked party dress. Now She would have some real fun with him. Despite the sissy's tearful predicament, She was right. She caught his greedy eyes feasting themselves on Her own generously exposed layers of snow-white net and heavily embellished lace petticoats. "Do you like what you see, sisssssyyy?" ~L~ynn hissed. Hmmmmm...?" She laughed. Taking Her right fingertips, the beautiful, dominant, blonde slowly lifted the hem of her short satin party frock, revealing an abundance of exquisite white lace. She fingered her lace teasingly, playing to the pathetic sissy. "I just adore lace. It makes me feel soooooooo girly. So feminine. Like a real girly girl. You DO love my lace, don't you sissy robbi?" rob could only stare...greedily. "What's the matter, sisssssy, kitty cat got your tongue?" ~L~ynn laughed. She continued to taunt and tease the mesmerized sissyboy. Her fingers raised Her skirt just a little bit more, revealing now several small pale pink satin bows attached to the layers of white netting. She fingered the pink bows. "Aren't the pink bows just too feminine? I feeel like such a girly girl. It reminds me of when I was a little girl. I would wear a frilly little dress and petticoats whenever my mother made me. Of course, there were those special times when I would wear an especially frilly little dress with oodles of petticoats when a certain little boy came around. I used to tease him unmercifully. Call him a sissy. Make him cry. He was one of those timid little boys. Frail. Not much of an athlete. Girly. Secretly I just knew he adored my frilly dresses. I used to tease him with glimpses of my petticoat lace. Occasionally, I would threaten to put him in dresses and petticoats if he ever refused to do as I ordered him to do. I used to boss him around. I noticed that when I was wearing frilly party dresses and petticoats, he was always so docile, like you. So weak, like you. So submissive, like you. He'd get that glazed look over his eyes when I showed him glances of my petticoats. Just like you. I'll never forget the first time I called him a sissy. he cried. Can you believe that? He cried! It was so funny. Just because I called him a sissy. You remind me so much of that little boy, rob. Only this time I really do get to tease my sissy. Taunt him. Put him in frilly dresses." The beautiful blonde raised her skirt higher. Now the poor little sissy man saw the prettiest, feminine, delicate pink satin rosebuds embroidered into the beautiful blonde's petticoats. "DO you like the pretty rosebuds, sissy robbi? Hmmmm...? Yes. my little petticoated sissyboy, while you were entertaining the ladies, I just had to put on a more feminine petticoat. Something more girly. More femmy. Prove to you I can be a real girly gurl when I want to be. Because I know that girly girls have a special ability to petticoat and emasculate weak hapless sissies...just like you. We know exatly what sissies like. Don't we? Hmmm...? The poor man, noticing that his own billowing petticoats had engulfed him, desperately tried to suppress them. They rustled loudly, as if mocking his attempt to conceal them. The tall blonde mocked him. "My, my just like a little sissy. As soon as he is put into his very first frilly party dress and petticoats, he tries desperately to hide his pettis. Silly boy! I'm putting you into shorter party dresses and petticoats so everyone will have NO doubt what you are...and what you will always be. Now, how would you like to examine my girliest petticoat? After all, I put it on...especially for you..."
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Now the beautiful blonde had her little sissy just where She wanted him...surrounded in a room so overtly girly and ultra-ultrafeminine that he would be like putty in Her skillful hands. "Will you be MY little boy...MY little sissyboy that I teased and taunted and made cry when I was a little girl? Will you, robbi? Pretty please," ~L~ynn coquettishly asked in her girliest most disarming feminine voice. "Do everything I tell you to do...no matter how embarrassed and humiliated I make you. Pretty please? With a pretty white lace bow on top? Hmmmmm..." She giggled. "Sissssssyyyy robbi...my weak little effeminate sissyboy...Miss ~L~ynnn will protect you from those bullies who would tease you. Miss ~L~ynn will teach you everything you need to know about wearing pretty party dresses and stiff lacy petticoats. Miss ~L~ynn will keep you in frilly dresses because she knows you are a sissy and you desperately need petticoat discipline. Is my pretty little sissyboy willing to work very hard to be as girly as Miss ~L~ynn? Will you wear frilly dresses for Miss ~L~ynn...every day? Hmmmmm? Will you learn to curtsey for Miss ~L~ynn and Her girlfriends? Will you wear makeup for me? Will you keep Miss ~L~ynn company while I put on my makeup every morning? Will you choose my bras for me every morning? I know you will. I'll buy some especially lacy ones...just for you. And when you are an obedient sissy, I will let you choose a pretty white satin and lace bra for me to wear." rob's crying had temporarily subsided. However, deep within the satiny and silky confines of his lace-encrusted white satin sissy panties, his sissy indicator raged with excitement. And ~L~ynn knew it. "It's a good thing you're in petticoats sissy girl. I can just imagine what that naughty little sissy indicator is doing right now. All of this petticoat talk. Talking about keeping you in frilly dresses. Strict petticoat discipline. Is 'he' all hot and bothered." The tall blonde laughed. She pulled the frightened little man's left hand towards her exposed petticoats. Forced the sissy's hand to caress Her lacy layers. "How does it feel, robbi? To be a sissy. To know that you will always be a sissy. You'll never be a real girl...a girly girl...like me. Nooooo." She giggled. "Of course, you'll never be a real man, either. That's obvious. No, you, my little girly boy, are destined to be a sissy. A petticoated male for the amusement of women and girls. To be displayed and humiliated. A dainty little sissy so addicted to petticoats, dresses, and lace that he simply is unable to resist. We're going to have so much fun today...alone...in your frilly bedroom." The poor man looked at ~L~ynn astonishingly when She referred the ultrafeminine boudoir as his "frilly little bedroom." "Touch these little pink rosebuds on my petticoats. Aren't they simply too girly?! Pink is sooooooo girly! Especially when a sissssssy is wearing pink. You DO know, my little girl, that Madame Chadwick expects YOU to be wearing pink when we have finished playing dressup. You don't mind if I put you in a frilly pink party dress and my special petticoat, the one that I am wearing, do you? I would hate to disappoint Madame Chadwick. You see, my petticoated sissy, when you reappear wearing a pink party dress and my special petticoat, that will signify your acceptance of your new status as Madame Chadwick's newest personal trainee. Putting you in pink will also signify your absolute submission to permanent feminization and sissification. I'm not going to get any silly resistance from you, am I, robbi? You can be Miss ~L~ynn's 'Sissy Fetisha?' ~L~ynn cooed. "It is obvious you need intensive petticoating before you can be an acceptable sissy by women and girls." All rob could do was nod. And when he nodded, the beautiful blonde pulled away, minced quickly over to the makeup vanity, opened a drawer, retrieved a pale pink folder and a pen, returned to the bed where Her mesmerized and petticoated boytoy was sitting, handed him the pen and a sheet of paper, and coerced the hapless sissy in Her sweetest whispering voice, "I just know you want to please Me, Honey, don't you? Of course you do. Now...just sign this little piece of paper...and then we can play dressup..."
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And with that, the tall, petticoated and frocked blonde beauty, caressed the poor sissy's lacy petticoat layers. They hissed musically. "I need to touch up my blush...just a tab...after you sign this silly little piece of paper, and maybe...just maybe...I'll put just a touch of blush on YOUR cheeks, Honey. Would my prissy little sissygirl like that, hmmmm?" The rustling froufrou of the sissy's petticoats grew louder...~L~ynn became more demanding. She fondled and toyed with the sissy's lacy petticoat hems displaying themselves from underneath the short satin skirt of his frilly frock. "My, oh my, sissy robbi, your petticoats are showing! Of course, real sissies, like yourself, secretly adore showing their pettis off to beautiful, dominant women...like me. It's as if you are trying desperately to prove your femininity. Of course, a real sissy knows that only after extensive petticoating has occurred can he ever reach his full sissy girl potential. Noooooo, my little man, dressing like a sissy simply isn't enough...you have to think like a proper sissy...ultrafeminine at ALL times. And when you have accepted your status as an emasculated, feminized, petticoated male, then, and only then, will you be able to please women." The beautiful blonde took both of her hands and slowly raised the hem of the sissy's ridiculously short girly party dress, revealing lace-bedecked petticoats. "You need to be petticoated. Admit it. Feminization is what you need. Frilly dresses. Lace. Makeup. Sissy panties. You know you want it. You know you need it. Submit. Submit, Sisssssssseeeee." The intense rustling of his lace pettis and the sight of this beautiful, tall, feminine, blonde in her own short ultragirly satin party frock was simply too much to resist. "Sign...now...and surrender your masculinity to me forever..."
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And then the beautiful blonde moved in even closer. She slid her right hand under the stiff layers of lace, net, and crinoline petticoats her litle sissyboy rob was trapped in. Her long hand moved to the mass of ruffled white lace layers covering the bridal satin sissy rhumba panties surrounding rob's frenzied sissy indicator. And then She slowly...very slowly...fingered the rows of ruffled white lace, whispering softly into the poor little defeated man's ear, "It's over...sissssssssssyyyyy...you're MINE. ALL MINE. All frocked and petticoated for me. In your frilly little party dress..." Her delicate, controlling, feminine fingers toyed with the rows of sissy white lace as rob's knees began to buckle..."Surrender, sisssssy...surrender now.....surrender to petticoats and lace.....accept your feminization and your ultimate sissification......do what you are told to do.......you're a sissy......you've always been a sissy......and you'll always be a sissy......MY sisssy...as prissy and as feminine as I choose to make you...before I am finished with you, you will BEG me for frillier, daintier, and shorter little girl style party dresses...because you simply won't be able to resist that frilly, weak, submissive little sissy deep inside of you beging you to submit...now. I am going to humiliate you and embarrass you in front of the most beautiful, feminine women imaginable...you will come to disdain trousers...you are addicted to lace......Now..........submit.......submit.......submit to petticoats, frilly party dresses, and lace...." The beautiful blonde unrelentingly added, "Submit...submit now and maybe, just maybe, I will put the slightest hint of pale blue eyeshadow on you...to match the most ultrafeminine pale pink party frock that you will be wearing for Madame Chadwick and the ladies...a requirement for ANY sissy about to undergo permanent feminization..." ~L~ynn's femininity was surpassed only by her determination to extract the poor man's signature on a paper that his glazed-over eyes were unable to read. "Nooooo...puhleeeeze," begged the sissy man. Please don't do this to me, ~L~ynn." The beautiful feminine and exquisitely girly girl ~L~ynn now watched the poor man literally fall to is knees...a mesmerizing combination of excitement and humiliation. The sissy's eyes feasted on the beautiful blonde's own lavishly lacy display of Her stiff lace pettis...the defining symbol of Her power. She looked down at him, mocking, "I love what petticoats do to sissies!" She swished her lace-bedecked petticoats tauntingly...titillating her captive little man. And, then, finally, She removed her hand, placed the pen in his shaking hands, and held the paper for him while he signed his name...
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The poor defeated rob acquiesced. The hint of sweet perfume and a generous view of the beautiful blonde's stiff white lacy petticoats proudly displaying themselves from beneath Her own short satin frilly dress had finally taken their ultimate toll on the hapless, defenseless, sissy - the marriage license had been signed. "Now you're ALL mine. That's my sweet little sissy boy," the beautiful blonde giggled girlishly. "Of course, you DO know that I prefer my husbands on the feminine side...the ULTRA feminine side!" rob's mouth dropped in shock. And then, as the reality of what he had signed hit him, he sank to his knees, his own stiff crinoline and lace pettis crackling and hissing. "~L~ynn...~L~....~L~.....~L~y.....~L~ynnnnnnn...please...no...oh no.....noooooooooo...," his pleas becoming more desperate. His tears more real. No! No way! I...can't....I.....w...w...won't.......n-n-nooooo....oh please noooooo...." rob's pleas grew more desperate. And the beautiful blonde just smiled. "Now, now, now...my little sissy husband...~L~ynn is going to give you the night of your life!!!" And with that, the beautiful blonde ordered her sissy husband to slowly raise his skirts in front of Her, revealing his snow white net and lace petticoats and the adorable pink satin ribbon bows adorning them. And as soon as he had dutifully raised his peticoats to reveal his lavishly lacy white satin sissy panties, ~L~ynn reached for the frilly rows of ruffled white lace and fingered the lace, whispering to the weak-legged sissy, "My, my, my your little sissy indicator seems quite excited at the prospect of my being in control now. I think "he" knows exactly what I am going to do to you. And "he" just can't wait, can he, sissy?" And with that, the tall beautiful blonde reached for the satin waistband of rob's sissy panties...slowly, meticulously, tantalizingly, and femininely slid them downward...
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"Ohhhhhhhh my!" ~L~ynn giggled. Somebody isn't being completely honest with 'Auntie ~L~ynn.'" rob's sissy indicator was released from its satin and lace prison, and was enthusiastically endorsing the beautiful blonde's plans to dominate and subjugate her new sissy husband. ~L~ynn knew that calling herself 'Auntie' simply fueled the flames of her little man's burning desire to be feminized and dominated...despite his pleas for her to reconsider. "Hold your petticoats up high, my little man, while Auntie ~L~ynn has some fun." The tall blonde made frou frou with Her petticoats, fingering Her lacy hems and glaring at Her new personal boytoy. "Am I girly enough for you, little robbie? Hmmmmm...? Does Auntie ~L~ynn need to show Her sissy little 'nephew' what happens to recalcitrant little boys who hide shameful secrets from their Aunties? Hmmmmmm...? Help my little sissy 'nephew' explore his feminine side? Allow the little girly girl in him to take over? Order him about? Keep him in frilly little party dresses? Well? Do I? Does 'Auntie ~L~ynn need to help Her nasty little nephew explore his sissy tendencies. Make him forget that he is a...a..." She laughed mockingly, "a...boy?!?" She pointed to his ever-more excited sissy indicator. She looked disdainfully at it. "My, my, my, that 'little man' IS excited. He's soooooooo excited. Well......." the tall blonde hesitated, licking her lips, flirtatiously and girlishly fingering Her own lace-embellished stiff petticoats, "'HE needs to be petticoated, too! Such a shameful display! So...so...so...boyish! Any suggestions, robbie, about how we can put 'him' in his proper place...before we put you into a more feminine, more frilly, more girly party dress? Something in...hmmmmm...pink? Pale pink? Fit for a real sissy...like YOU? You DO know Madame Chadwick insists that before she begins her intensive petticoating and sissification of hapless little bad boys...like yourself...that you MUST present yourself to her in pink." And then the blonde beauty moved very close to Her sissyboy husband's exposed sissy indicator. And as if She was talking to IT, She grinned, looking at it closely, "Hmmmmm...I just bet you'd love to wear a lacy, satiny little p%$#s petticoat for Aunty ~L~ynn, wouldn't you?" She giggled as She watched the horror on rob's face. "~L~ynn, ~L~...ynn, please...please don't do this to me...please..." "Quiet! Sissy! I'm 'Auntie ~L~ynn to you now! Understand!" And when her sissyboy hesitated, She impatiently asked him again, WELL?!..." All rob could do was swallow hard. The beautiful blonde fingered Her lacy pettis, Her fingers playing with the exquisite white lace hem of the petticoat. She smiled triumphantly. "WELL!?!..." "Yes, ...... Auntie ~L~ynn." His face red with shame as he continued to obediently hold his skirt and petticoats at his waist. "That's better, little girl," She fired back. "Now, before I was so rudely interrupted," redirecting her eyes to rob's excited sissy indicator, "I was just saying that this little 'thing' which is making such a brazenly disrespectful display of itself needs to be brought under strict control before Madame Chadwick inspects your new petticoats. All of this talk of petticoat punishment, feminization, and frilly party dresses seems to have excited 'it.' And once I've gotten you into your new pink party dress and stiffer, lacier petticoats, it is obvious that 'his' excitement will only heighten. And Madame will NEVER tolerate that. Look! 'He's" getting more excited just hearing me talk about your feminization and sissification. It's so amusing how the really frilly, weak, and ultra-feminine sissy boys get extremely excited when they know they are to be feminized and petticoated. Well, my little man, your shameful secret is finally out. And once I get you into a frillier party frock and some new petticoats, lacier ones, of course, 'Auntie ~L~ynn' will be certain that every single atom of your remaining male hormones is eradicated."
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The tall blonde beauty fluffed and made froufrou with Her layers of stiff net and lace. Purring, She ordered her frilly little boytoy to "Don't move, litttle boy. Your cheeks need just a hint of blush. I think I'm going to keep you in makeup. Make you carry a little pink purse with ALL the essential girly girl makeup. Force you to put it on in front of my girlfriends. Blush, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick, lipgloss...a nice big blush brush. Ohhhhhhh...! She squealed, "Your little sissy indicator is getting frenzied again. Does he want that little girly girl inside you, fighting to take you over, to play with makeup, too? Well.....?" ~L~ynn glared at her silly little husband. "Promise Auntie ~L~ynn now that if I put just a hint of blush on my little sissyboy's cheeks, that you'll let me put this delightfully frilly and lacy little p##$% petticoat over your brazen, but very naughty and extremely excited sissy indicator. And once I've petticoated 'him' appropriately, then..." She laughed, "We can get you into something more befitting of the pantywaist I intend to make you...under the direct supervision of Madame Chadwick, of course. After all, every sissy undergoing strict petticoat discipline needs a proper Governess." rob's eyes widened like saucers!!! he gulped. She laughed. "Now, now, my silly little man, you really didn't think that you were going to escape Madame Chadwick, did you?" "B...b...buttttttt...~L~ynn......" The beautiful blonde brushed her golden locks to one side, help her hand up to silence her boytoy's feeble protestations, and sternly reminded rob, "It's 'AUNTIE ~L~YNN!!!! Sissy! Make that mistake again and I'll report you to Madame. DO you understand?" The poor man hesitated. This was real. "Well!?!" The beautiful tall blonde made frou frou with her pettis. Fingered Her lace. Taunted her victim. "Tell Auntie ~L~ynn you are her little girl. Go ahead...I'm waiting. Tell me. "Auntie ~L~ynn,"...he stammered..."puhleeze don't do this to me...Please..." ~L~ynn fingered Her lacy white layers of petticoats now displayed so prominently beneath Her own short party frock. "Now, now, robbie. I've done nothing. You've dont this to yourself. You have decied to be petticoated. Feminized. Sissified. You can't wait to be in dresses...frilly dresses...girly dresses. ultrafeminine little girl party dresses...all lacy...satiny...frilly...dainty...fit for a sissy. But you are a very special sissy. A bad boy. A bad boy in denial...you've kept your shameful little secret long enough...and now it's time to be punished properly. You need to be petticoated. Permanently. Your addiction to lace, stiff petticoats, frilly party dresses...your fear of powerful dominant feminine women...very feminine women...like me...make YOU a perfect candidate for permanent sissification. No more trousers for you...ever! Short frilly dresses, oodles of petticoats, dainty curtsies, and abject humiliation and embarrassment as I slowly emasculate you. Your new Governess, Madame, is looking forward to presenting you to the ladies in the parlor. Now...let's take care of that brazen and extremely naughty little sissy indicator. I cannot imagine what has given him such a stiffy!"
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"For now," ~L~ynn ordered her sissy husband, "You will hide that shameful display of your nasty frenzied sissy indicator by removing your sissy panties completely, handing them over to me, and covering your naughty little 'soldier' with your frothy petticoats. At least he can be covered by your lace. Rather fitting, is it not, sissy robbie? Now..." She took the satiny lacy sissy rhumba panties and tossed them on the pink satin bedspread in a neatly folded bundle of white ruffled lace. "You may lower your petticoats, s-l-o-w-l-y, layer by lacy layer, fix your lace hems, and cover up that shameful display of nasty, undisciplined, masculinity. I want to put some makeup on you..." She smiled at him. Laughed. Taunted him. As the poor little man struggled to adjust and smoothe out his multitude of net, satin, and lace, the tall blonde swishingly moved over to the pretty vanity in the boudoir, removed a compact of blusher, took a large fluffy blush brush in her hand, held the brush femininely, limp-wristed, and clicked the marvelously feminine compact open. And then She slolwy swirled the brush in the powder, commenting, "I love makeup. It is so decidedly feminine...so girly...don't you agree, rob? Does your little sissy indicator like it, too? Hmmm...? Is he begging you to ask me to play with my makeup? She moved closer to him. Pointed the makeup brush towards his sissy indicator's hiding place, the frothy petticoats. "How perfectly appropriate. Your nasty little soldier, standing at attention for Me, betraying you...and your pitiful attempts at proving your...your...manhood...is now confined to his own personal petticoat prison. Fix YOUR lace, SISSY! Every single lacy petticoat layer. And then s-l-o-w-l-y lower your frilly dress over your pettis." And then this gorgeous tall domineering blonde took The sensual makeup blush, opened the compact again, click, swirled Her brush expertly in the powder, looked in the mirror, and slowly, delicately, femininely, applied just a touch of blush to her cheeks. rob gulped. He couldn't stop watching this most exquisitely feminine gesture by...his...his...his...wife. Yes, his wife. And he was helpless to protest, To say anything. Click. She closed the compact. She pointed the blush brush at her sissy husband boytoy, and commended his "proper adjustment of your skirts. Now...fix Mine for Me, sissy." He gulped again. "You heard me! Fix my petticoats!!! They seem to be just a bit wrinkled." She moved and stood directly in front of him, towering over Her victim. Get down on your knees and fix my petticoats for me. I am ordering you. DO it, SISSY!...Then...I'm going to make you squeal...just like a little *#*#...!"
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rob sank to his knees, his own pettis rustling and swishing excitedly, lacy hems exposed, and took his small tembling fingers, touched the mesmerizing stiff lacy petticoat layers of the Beautiful Blonde, and began to finger each stiff lacy layer, carefully addressing any wrinkled or crunched petti, imagined or real. ~L~ynn towered over her new sissy husband, continuing her feminine taunting, "That's a good little boy. Is my naughty litttle girly-boy hubby getting excited by all of this lace, net, satin, and tulle? Surrounded in Aunty ~L~ynn's boudoir by racks of frilly party dresses? Wondering which frilly little confection he will be wearing for the ladies. Of course, we DO know it will be pink, don't we, sissy? Hmmmmm....? She laughed, encouraging her boytoy husband to hurry. "Hurry, hurry, girly boy, fix Auntie's lace petticoats. Be Auntie ~L~ynn's obedient and docile little sissy girl. A new frilly party dress awaits you!" She laughed loudly. rob's fingers nervously plucked at the beautiful blonde's petticoats. ~L~ynn looked down at the poor man. "Oooooooooooo...YOUR petticoats are showing, sissy! I can't wait to put you in a shorter dress, one just a little more poufy, so I can force even more petticoats beneath it. Expose you as the real sissy you are...or will become...as soon as Madame Chadwick becomes your personal Governess. She really has a talent for the ultrafeminization of weak sissies." Satisfied finally with her husband's "work" of fixing Her own petticoats, the tall blonde ordered rob to rise. "Very good, Sissy. You are quite adept at fixing the wrinkles in my petticoats. One can only hope you become as adept at fixing your own lacy layers. It is a talent which will be absolutely essential under Madame's tutelage. You've earned a stroke of blush on your cheeks. Curtsey for me, and say 'Thank Auntie ~L~ynn!'" As the tall blonde brushed her flowing blonde locks to the side, She retrieved the blusher, clicked it open, swirled the big soft brush in the pale pinkish powder, femininely tapped it against the compact to fremove the excess powder, and then...s-l-o-w-l-y ... v-e-r-y ... s-l-o-w-l-y dusted her frozen sissy husband's face. As Her short, stiff rustling petticoats rustled with Her every movement, ~L~ynn femininely, girlishly applied blusher to the cheeks of her poor, defeated sissy husband. "Does the makeup make you feel pretty, Sissy Fetisha? Hmmmmmm... Make you feel like a girl? A pretty little girl? Is your 'little soldier' all excited beneath your layers of net and lace? Does he want to come out and play? Betray your...your...your..." She laughed, "your masculinity?" And then, slowly, ~L~ynn clicked the compact shut and placed it and the big makeup brush off to the side. "Now...raise your petticoats...slowly...layer by lacy layer..." Then the tall blonde removed from beneath a pale pink satin pillow on the feminine canopied bed, a white glove...a gleaming soft white satin glove...trimmed in the most delicate white Italian lace imaginable...slowly slid it on over her right hand, and whispered to Her petticoated husband..."The softest satin imaginable. Just like my lacy slips that I wear for you. Cool...soft...sensual...and, yes, ohhhhhh so feminine...so very feminine...with just the right amount of lace...to subdue, once and for all, your brave little soldier...hidden away in his own petticoat prison...but ready now...just as you are, my dear little sissy husband...to submit. To obey. To do whatever it takes to be petticoated, frocked, feminized, and sissified...No turning back...no silly resistance...just obedience...complete obedience...through abject humiliation, embarrassment, and shame." And as the tears welled up in the poor little man's eyes, the beautiful blonde looked about the ultrafeminine boudoir, at the racks of frilly party frocks displayed in every nook and cranny, and said, matter-of-factly, "As soon as I entertain your little soldier with my pretty satin and lace glove, you're going to model some new dresses for Auntie ~L~ynn ... some daintier, frillier, and yes, shorter party dresses...in pale pink, of course ... just for Aunty ~L~ynn." And with her other hand, She dangled menacingly in front of the poor man's glazed eyes, the palest pink, white ruffled lace-encrusted satin sheath, dangled by four pale pink satin ribbons, and whispered, "Our little brave soldier is about to surrender..."
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Meanwhile, in the parlor, Dr. Jennifer Haynes, Madame Chadwick, and the other women had been carefully discussing a variety of topics, most of them inclusive of their victim. "You can absolutely expect him to resist my ultimate plans for him," stated Madame Chadwick, now seated in a comfortable overstuffed oak and leather chair. Slowly crossing her still-exquisite legs, encased in beautiful silk stockings, Madame stated that "all males, especially those of whom have experienced the kind of freedom that our Master Rob has had, invariably move past the fantasizing stage only to encounter the inevitability of one's fate. It is absolutely essential that he is kept in only the very frilliest and daintiest of party dresses. Hiding or completely disguising his real male facade should be limited to the rare occasions that he is being presented to a potentially new client. I have procured the finest wigs for that, exaggerated girly-girl blonde curls, feminine page boy, and even the "Alice in Wonderland" long flowing blonde locks. But there should NEVER be any doubt whatsoever that he is to be exposed, and displayed, for what he really is: An ultrafeminine, ultragirly naughty sissy boy undergoing severe feminization and sissification through intense petticoating. Of course," Madame said with a wry smile, "his overwhelming fetish for frilly little pageant dresses and stiff petticoats only makes his fate more inevitable. And it will be essential that a larger degree of extreme humiliation and shame be imposed on him on a daily basis. In the end, he will become a sweet, submissive, simpering, ultrafeminine little sissy boy who, and this is where it is so delightful...will retain just a hint of that, how shall I say it, masculine stubbornness. That small contradiction...that occasional little boy...wanting to be...well, a little boy. And yet, deep within, that frilly little girl, in all her power and femininity, doing everything she can to subdue and feminize him. And, of course, my dear ladies, all of you will be thrilled and delighted, as well as entertained, at my relentless pursuit of perfection...the perfect sissy...obedient, respectful, simpering about in his dainty party dresses, unable to resist one humiliation after another...pondering, with unbridled contradiction, the exquisitely titillating excitement that being forced into frilly dresses and those oh-so-dear sweet petticoats, balanced with the abject shame that his sissification is to be played out before some of the most exotic, beautiful, feminine, and powerful women imaginable. Resistance will be futile because I know each and every one of this sissy's deepest and most exquisite fantasies. And obedience and submission will be the price he pays for his humiliation and acquiescence."
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All of these women, so very feminine, yet now clearly mesmerized and captivated by this mysterious woman, Madame Chadwick, listened to Her every word. Madame Chadwick indeed came from three generations of petticoating. Victorian petticoating, mostly in England. Her mother and her grandmother had been very much in demand from the privileged and the wealthy in Europe. Mostly single mothers, frustrated with recalcitrant sons who had tested their last nerve; some stepmothers who simply had realized that the stepsons in their new lives were against the marriage, and these women felt the urgency to subdue all obstacles or "threats," real or imagined, to their rightful place in the new home; or maybe it was the stepmother who had discovered a naughty stepson infatuated with her collection of exquisite lingerie and would sneak into his stepmother's boudoir when she was away; Madame also had petticoated the nephews of Aunties, who for one reason or another, had inherited boisterous and unruly males from other family members; and then, of course, Madame also had petticoated the occasional tomboy, that wild little lady refusing to subordinate herself to the wishes of a desperate guardian who wished to transform her into the girliest of girly-girls. Madame's own niece, Lacey, had fallen into that category. And even Lacey, so very proficient at any boy's sport, adamant about her strong disdain for girly girls and...ahem...weak sissy boys, eventually became subordinate to the strong will of Madame Chadwick. And now, Lacey, a mere young lass in her early twenties, was being groomed to be the next generation of that rare strong-willed and determined woman who put sissies in their rightful place. "Madame Chadwick, how did you become so expertly involved in the feminization of sissies and tomboys?" ~L~ynn's friend Julie asked the woman. "My dear Julie," responded Madame, "My mother was in very high demand beginning in the late early sixties. She had a very small but exclusive clientele of women who would recommend young boys to her for training. We lived in a marvelous large old house on an estate outside of London, quite secluded. When I was about ten years old, I remember a very beautiful woman who had come to visit our home on a Sunday afternoon. And she had with her a smallish boy, maybe nine or ten years old, who obviously did not want to be there. He was dressed in very tight pale blue velvet shorts which buttoned up the side with mother of pearl buttons. He had a short bolero style jacket to match his shorts. And underneath was a creme-colored withe blouse, ruffled, with lace cuffs. White knee-length thin cotton socks and black Mary Jane syyle leather shoes completed his outfit. At that time, it was not completely out of the ordinary to dress boys like this; however, more masculine boys rarely wore those outfits. Of course, my mother had dressed me properly for tea. I was in a very short taffeta party frock with a very frilly bouffant party slip and several layers of stiff net and taffeta petticoats underneath. It was the frilliest little dress mother had ever put me in. It wa sooooooo short. I knew my lace petticoats would easily be exposed. But I loved my frilly little party dress! When the beautiful lady arrived with her stepson, 'Billy' was his name, I curtseyed sweetly, held out my little hand quite femininely to shake his, and saw this knowing look exchanged between the beautiful woman and my mother. Billy was rude. He refused to shake my hand. Said it was too girly for him. Called me a sissy. Made fun off my pretty dress. Laughed at my petticoats. He was very mean to me. My mother was obviously very displeased. The woman, Billy's stepmother, had recently lost Billy's father in a car accident, and was very frustrated at her complete inability to manage and discipline her stepson. My mother never gave any reaction to Billy's disrespect at that moment. I just remember her staring at Billy, as if she was studying him. His every move she watched. 'My, what a pretty little party dress your little girl is wearing, Ms. Chadwick!' Billy's stepmother commented. Of course, I curtsied. Billy ignored his stepmother. My mother took note, commenting, 'Thank you, my dear. She loves to wear frilly party dresses..and, of course, would NEVER wear a frilly dress without her petticoats! Isn't that right, my dear?' She looked at me and, looking right at that mean little boy, I asked him, 'Do YOU like my pretty little party dress, Billy?' He laughed at me. Called me a sissy girl. Again, my mother and Billy's stepmother exchanged knowing glances. We went into the parlor where Billy sat on the sofa with his stepmother. I was told to sit in a very uncomfortale straight-backed chair, directly across from Billy. I remember lowering myself into that chair and doing everything I could to smoothe my skirts underneath me before settling into my seat. But, alas, to no avail, my voluminous petticoats were simply everywhere! Mother chastised me. Told me that proper young ladies did not make such immodest displays of their petticoats, especially in front of young men. She stared at Billy, and added, 'Unless, of course, the young man is a sissy, or worse, a bad little boy, who needs to be forced to wear dainty party frocks until he learns to respect women and girls.' I was stunned. Billy's little face grew red. Mother continued to taunt him. 'Billy, my dear, would you like to be wearing petticoats and a frilly little dress for us? Hmmmmm........?"
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Billy squirmed in his seat. His stepmother laid her hand firmly on his knee to prevent him from attempting to leave the room. My mother laughed, continuing, 'Kyra has dozens of frilly party dresses upstairs in her room. I am just sure that we could find a frilly one, all lacy and girly, to put you in. Are you sure, little billy, that we cannot find something more suitable for you to wear for tea?' Mother laughed gaily. And Billy's beautiful stepmother joined in the merriment. 'Stop saying those things! I'm a boy. And boys don't wear dresses, especially sissy dresses like SHE is wearing!' Mother replied, 'Oh really, little boy. You might like wearing dresses...especially short frilly ones...with oodles of petticoats. I know of boys..especially little sissy boys...who just adore their frilly dresses. Are you sure, little billy, that you're not one of them...one of those delightful little sissy boys who secretly wish they could be 'forced' to wear frilly little dresses?' Billy continued to squirm. His face grew redder. "My, my, little billy, you even blush like a girl. Well, if you change your mind after we have had our tea, I am sure it can be arranged to put you in a frilly little dress and petticoats...just like my pretty dainty little daughter. Now...my dear boy....why don't YOU do us the honor of serving us our tea. Okay??????' Billy paused, and stammered....'N...n...noooooo...I'm NOT going to do it. I'm NOT!' My mother calmly and firmly replied, 'Of course you are, little billy. Because if you don't you just might find yourself in a frilly dress and petticoats...just like my obedient daughter.' Meanwhile, Billy's stepmother kept her hand firmly placed on Billy's knee. And then she looked at her stepson and asked, 'My dear stepson, does Mummy need to tell your naughty little secret to the ladies. Hmmmm...?' 'NO! NO, Stepmother, please. You said you wouldn't. Please don't!' 'Billy, Honey, don't call me 'Stepmother.' You know you are to call me 'Mummy.' Now...are you going to serve us our tea...before it gets cold...or shall I share your naughty little secret...?' Little Billy sighed, and pleaded one last time with his beautiful stepmother. To no avail, however, as she looked at my mother and smiled, saying, 'I do apologize for Billy's outburst. I just know he would like to apologize to you...wouldn't you, Billy?' And with that, she removed her hand from her stepson's knee, allowed him to stand...in the middle of the room... and express his sincerest apology for his outburst. But I noticed," said Madame as she hesitated slightly, smiled at the room of beautiful women, bit her lip slightly and continued, 'that little billy couldn't keep his eyes off ...my petticoats. He had this glazed over look in his eyes. He was fixated on the lacy hems of my pettis which were peeking out from everywhere under my short frilly dress. And his stepmother noticed, too. My mother looked at him and said, laughing gaily, "Young man, please stop staring at my daughter's delightful petticoats and come over here and stand in front of me. Billy looked first at his stepmother imploringly, but she only motioned for him to obey. He moved cautiously towards my mother. 'Hurry up, young man, we don't have all day.' And so Billy moved to stand directly in front of my mother, who had taken out the laciest, frilliest, white satin serving apron imaginable and dangled it enticinngly in front of the poor boy. "A nice lacy apron for a naughty little boy," Mother declared. The poor boy never answered. Instead, he meekly turned around so that Mother could tie the beautiful satin sash into a large pretty bow in the back. Mother ordered Billy to turn around, face her, and stand still while she adjusted the lacy frills and made frou frou with the lace hems. And because his short shorts were so abbreviated, the apron was flounced just enough to make it look like Billy was wearing a small petticoat. It was sooooooooo lacy! It completely emasculated poor little billy right there on the spot. 'There! That's sooooo much better! Now, young man, please take this delightful pinafore and help my daughter put it on over her pretty party dress. We certainly don't want you spilling tea on her frilly frock, now do we?' Mother handed Billy one of my laciest and frilliest white satin pinafores, and then ordered me to stand. Slowly, I rose from my chair, fluffed out my skirts and petticoats in front of the frightened little boy, and waited for him to help me with my pinny. Mother looked at Billy, and stated matter of factly, 'After you have helped my daughter into her pinafore, you may help her to adjust her petticoats and fix any wrinkles in her party dress. Since you obviously are so infatuated with her pettis, I am quite certain you will have no problem helping her to adjust her skirts' Poor billy! Poor little billy! My mother had him right where she wanted him. He fumbled mightily to lower the pinafore over my full skirts. My stiff pettis and taffeta skirts rustled and hissed. He was soooooooo embarrassed. And when he finally had tied the bow to Mother's satisfaction, I made frou frou with my rustling petticoats while Mother ordered poor billy to help me fluff them out. But the humiliation didn't end there. Oh no. Mother then ordered billy to stand right next to me, his bare legs brushing up against my short taffeta skirts and exposed lace petticoats, and commented to Billy's stepmother, "Well isn't this just perfect! Ms. Anderson, little billy and Kyra are almost exactly the same size. Kyra is jus a little bit taller. Her frilly party dresses would fit your billy like a glove!!!' Billy's stepmother clapped her hands in delight, and exclaimed, Ohhhhh...did you hear that, billy?' Billy froze. The women laughed. I giggled. This mean little boy who minutes before had called ME a sissy was wearing a frilly serving apron and on the verge of tears. Billy's stepmother wryly asked billy, "Darling, Ms. Chadwick is right. Perhaps you should be in dresses. Frilly little party frocks. Wouldn't you just love to put on a frilly little dress for Mummy? Serve me tea in a frilly dress. Let Mummy see you in petticoats? Ms. Chadwick is an expert in training naughty little boys, like you, to be dainty little sissy boys. You can be Mummy's little girl.' And then, without allowing her stepson to answer, Billy's beautiful stepmother looked at Billy, smiled, got up from the sofa, approached my mother, and whispered something in her ear. They giggled, looked at Billy, and then my mother earnestly whispered something back in Billy's stepmother's ear...
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My mother also slipped a small piece of paper into Ms. Anderson's hand. Ms. Anderson smiled, thanked my mother, and returned to her place on the sofa. Then my mother ordered little billy to stand still for a moment while she stared at him as if she was measuring him for a frilly dress. 'Hmmmmmm, I wonder......,' my Mother said to Ms. Anderson, then turned to look at little billy, a frightened look in his blue eyes. Little Kyra has the palest ice blue party frock, a frilly satin and lace confection...it might be just a tad short...midthigh, perhaps, but since little billy here IS a boy, and boys do love to wear the color blue,' my Mother said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, 'with just the right amount of petticoats...and perhaps a poufy bouffant party slip...' poor little billy gulped, and then his face reddened. Mother then nodded her head up and down, smiling at poor little billy. 'Would you like that, my boy? Hmmmmm...? A dainty little party dress and frilly petticoats...just like my beautiful little daughter here? Why, who knows? You might even LIKE wearing frilly little dresses!' Mother moved closer. Stood over little billy. Taunted him. 'Tell me, little billy....are you a sissy boy? Do you wonder what it would feel like to be forced to wear a frilly little party frock? Feel your delightful petticoats swish about your thighs? Hear them rustle musically? Curtsey for the ladies? Hmmmmm...? Be your Mummy's little sissy boy for her?' Billy's eyes bulged with fright! "NO! NO! That's shameful of you to call me a 'sissy.'' Please don't call me a sissy. Because I'm NOT! I'm NOT a sissy.' 'Of course you're not a sissy, little billy...yet!' Mother laughed. Poor little billy looked imploringly at his beautiful stepmother, 'Please, Stepmother...er, 'Mummy,' please make this lady stop! Please!' I simply stood there, demurely, in my frilly party dress and petticoats. Though I must say, the scene was electric! I actually enjoyed it! I really did! And then when poor little billy started crying..." Dr. Jennifer Haynes interrupted Madame, "So the poor little boy started CRYING?! How priceless!" Madame laughed. "Oh yes, my dear. He started crying. I remember him looking desperately at his stepmother, and then even at me, begging for anybody to stop my mother's teasing him. And I remember my hands, folded demurely in front of me, but daintily raising the hem of my party dress slightly...ever so slightly...to reveal my lacy petticoat layers. And then...and I will never forget this...that poor little boy...little billy...immediately feasting his eyes on my petticoats. Soooooo....I fingered the lacy hems of my pettis...teasingly...and....just as quickly....smooothed my skirt out over my lacy hems...so they would be hidden from billy's eyes. My mother nodded at me approvingly, looked at little billy, and remarked, 'Isn't her lace pretty, sissy boy?' Billy stomped his feet, his pretty lace serving apron became wrinkled, and his stepmother warned him about 'the unruly behavior of boys.' And my mother remarked, matter of factly, 'If he was in my charge that kind of behavior simply would NOT be tolerated.' And then with just the tone of her voice, not raised at all, but very authoritarian, my mother said to Billy, 'Young man, you WILL stand completely at attention and you WILL allow my darling little daughter to adjust your dainty lace serving apron so that we may enjoy our tea. If you even so much as whisper a protest, you'll find yourself in a very stiff, very lacy, petticoat to wear beneath your serving apron. Do I make myself clear?' Poor little billy simply nodded. 'You will address me as Madame Chadwick, little boy.' And while Billy's stepmother sat on the sofa, smiling at the control my mother was exercising over her recalcitrant stepson, Billy meekly responded, 'Yes, Madame Chadwick.' And without saying a word, the little boy stood perfectly still while I re-tied the large pretty satin bow of his poufy white satin and lace serving apron. Of course, as I adjusted the bow, the rustle of my own petticoats whispered musically throughout the parlor.' And then I was instructed by my mother to retrieve the dainty tea cart and supervise little billy as he poured the cups of tea, added cream and sugar, and served my mother first. 'You MUST always perform a dutiful and respectful feminine curtsey after you have served each guest her tea, my boy. My daughter will demonstrate for you.' Of course, my curtsey was perfect. After countless numbers of hours training by my mother, I knew better than to perform anything but a perfect curtsey. And I made CERTAIN that this particular curtsey provided a generous glimpse of my petticoat frills. And poor little billy's eyes, once again, were fixated by the views. After several minutes of him practicing, my mother finally dismissed the poor boy with a wave of her hand, remarking, "Your curtsey would be far more dainty if you were in a frilly party dress, my boy.' Her words stung billy, but he knew better than to say anything. After he served his stepmother, he was ordered to serve me. But only after I had been directed by my mother to return to the straight-back chair I had been told to sit in previously. As I s-l-o-w-l-y lowered myself into my chair, atttempting to suppress the bouffant frilliness of my stiff white lace petticoats, I finally sat down and, once again, my voluminous skirts and pettis generously displayed themselves. little billy nervously poured the cup of tea, slowly approached me, and simply could NOT resist the temptation to STARE at my petticoats. And then his stepmother gaily remarked, "My oh my, billy, aren't little Kyra's petticoats simply exquisite? Tell her how much you LOVE Her pretty party dress and Her petticoats. Go ahead. Tell her...'"
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Madame laughed as she told her story to the ladies. And the ladies were captivated by her every word. Madame continued, "My mother had this certain air of superiority about herself. A certain confidence. She never had to raise her voice. And she had that stare. Her steel blue eyes looked deeply into your soul. As if she knew exactly what to say and how to say it. Poor little billy. I remember when my mother ordered him to compliment me on my pettis and my dainty dress that he would be unable to refuse. Still, he tried. I remember him saying, 'I'll do NOTHING of the sort! Why...why...why...she's a...a...sis...sisssssssssy...for even wearing such a frilly dress! Look!' billy laughed, though albeit halfheartedly, 'She can't even sit in that dress...it's...it's...it's so...so...so...sooooooooo...' And I remember fingering the lacy hems of my petticoats as little billy stammered, staring now at my stiff lacy petticoats. My mother knew she had him and exchanged a quick glance with billy's stepmother, as if these two women were sharing a deep secret. "You were saying, little billy?" My mother taunted him. 'Kyra's dainty little party dress is so..what?' My mother put her hands on her hips and leaned forward in her chair. Go ahead, my boy, say it. Say it.' 'S...s...sayyyyy...what?' stammered billy. "Ohhhhhhh, you know what, my silly little boy. Is the word 'frilly?' Is that the word you are looking for to describe her delightful little party dress?' But before little billy could respond, my mother continued. It IS a frilly little dress, isn't it, my boy? All lacy and satiny? With oodles of stiff petticoats? Don't you just adore the way her petticoats rustle musically as she minces about the room? Hmmmmmm, billy? Or is it ALL of that frilly lace, net, and taffeta that seems to be just peeking out from everywhere? Are you wondering, my boy, what it feels like to wear dainty dresses and petticoats? You do know, of course, that I require my little Kyra to wear dainty frilly dresses whenever we are having little boys over for tea. She doesn't like it. She says that the boys make fun of her. They call her a sissy. But I make her wear them anyway. I tell her that most of those little boys that we have over for tea are secretly jealous of her frilly dresses and petticoats. And that some of them secretly wish that THEY could wear frilly party dresses. I also tell her that the little boys who make fun of her dresses the most are secretly sissies themselves. And that they are soooooooooooo envious of her frilly frocks. And I tell her I know this because when I have this type of conversation in front of them, that their faces get red...really red...just like yours, billy!...' Billy gave my mother a startled look. And then he glanced at his pretty stepmother, who, too, was smiling poor billy's discomfort. Billy disdainfully responded. 'That's NOT true. It's NOT. I'm a boy! Period...' 'Of course you are, my dear,' my mother said sarcastically. 'Now...' my mother said, never losing her calm, her voice filled with resolve, 'little boy, you will apologize to my dear little daughter for calling her a sissy...and then you will tell her how much you adore her frilly party dress.' Billy looked desperately to his stepmother for help. Instead, the beautiful woman said, 'Shall I share your naughty little secret...right here and right now, billy?' Billy gulped. "OH NO! NO, please, stepmother. PLEASE! You prmised!' 'Have you forgotten to call me 'Mummy,' my boy? His stepmother asked coldly. "I'm sorry......Mummy. Truly I am. Please don't tell my...my...my...secret. Oh PLEASE!' My mother laughed gaily. Turning to billy, she calmly said, 'We're waiting, my boy.' Billy stammered and hesitated, but only for a second. Then he turned to me, and said, 'Oh Kyra, I apologize for calling you a sissy. I did not mean it. Truly I did not.' Hoping he had said enough, billy stopped. But then his beautiful stepmother interrupted this moment of silence, 'billy, I am losing my patience with you.' And then she said, "Ladies, billy has the most shameful little secret to share with...' 'NO! NO! Mummy! No, puhleeeze! I'll finish...I promise!' And then the frightened little boy looked at me, and stammered, 'Kyra, your dress is very pretty. And so are your...your...your...petticoats.' 'And what EXACTLY about my daughter's frilly party dress and petticoats do you like the MOST, billy?' My mother asked him. Hmmmmmm...?'
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'I remember little billy's red face. He was so embarrassed. And the pretty white satin and lace serving apron he had been forced to wear hung just like a small little petticoat. But what I remember most is how his little fingers had been playing nervously with the frilled lacy hem. How he had fingered the delicate white lace while gazing at my bouffant petticoats. How he just couldn't take his eyes off my exposed pettis. And how my mother knew it. billy froze in the moment, but my Mother did not. 'Is it the gleaming satiny look of the short taffeta frock, my boy? Hmmm...? Or is it, perhaps, the exposed layers of net, taffeta, and lace from her many layers of stiff petticoats? Or maybe it is the delightful rustling sound her petticoats make? I wonder, my little billy...which is it? Or maybe it is ALL of these things. So girly. So dainty. Tell us, my boy, which is it? Tell us...' Poor little billy. The room grew silent. And it stayed silent. Until, finally, poor billy attempted to talk. 'It........it.........it's........th.........th.........the..........pet.......ti.......petti.......coats.' There. he'd said it. My mother smiled, almost triumphantly, but unrelentingly, implored the little boy to continue, "Yes, my boy......? And what is it about her petticoats?' billy hesitated. "So many of them. There are so many of them,' he repeated. My mother responded, Yes, my boy. But.....very necessary...especially for such a frilly and dainty party dress. Wouldn't you agree, billy?' Billy gulped. 'I...I...guess so,' he replied sheepishly. "Sooooooo, my dear boy, IF you were to be put in such a frilly party dress, wouldn't YOU think you NEEDED to wear oodles of stiff petticoats, too? Hmmmmm...' Billy's reddened face said it all. Mother continued, "and wouldn't YOU want ALL of us to SEE your pretty petticoats, too?' Before billy could answer, Mother continued, "Are you wondering, little billy, how YOU would feel wearing such a dainty dress and petticoats? Are you thinking, 'Just one time,' I'd LOVE to be put into a frilly dress and stiff rustling petticoats. Just to see how it feels. To walk in a frilly dress and feel my petticoats swish. To smoothe my volminous dainty skirts out as I lower myself into a narrow chair. To have EVERYONE see my frilly undies. And when nobody is around, I might just lift the skirt of my short dainty party frock to feast my eyes on the layers of net and lace I am wearing. Would you like that, billy? Hmmmm...? Would you like to feel girly...just once. Of course, you DO know that if you say 'yes,' well, then, you are admitting that you're really a little sissy boy. Oh my, billy, you're blushing!'...
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Billy's stepmother laughed. And then she spoke to billy, 'Billy, we are still waiting for you to compliment Miss Kyra on her petty dress and petticoats. I shan't wait a moment longer, my boy...' Billy's startled look said it all. He just couldn't have his little secret revealed. Not now. Especially in front of me. Soooo...quickly, billy gathered his thoughts and his composure just long enough to fill the room with compliments! 'Kyra, your pretty little party dress is so ... so ... dainty. And your petticoats are ... are ... simply ... beautiful. Ummmm...th...thank...you...for letting me...see..........themmmm.' His face reddened even more. I remember blushing. And I remember my mother nodding at me as if to elicit her expected response. 'Why, thank you, billy! ' I exclaimed. 'I am so happy that you like them!' My mother nodded approvingly, this time with a wide grin. Then billy was ordered to pour my tea into a dainty cup, ask me if I preferred sugar and cream, prepare my tea for me, and then serve it on the dainty saucer. The small mincing steps he had to take to prevent the cup from falling was priceless. And after handing me my tea, poor little billy was ordered to perform a curtsey, daintily taking the lacy hem of his white satin serving apron between his fingers, and dipping respectfully until my mother gave her approval. It was priceless! The entire chit chat was all feminine and girly. The latest fashions. Makeup tips. Etc. Poor little billy was never included in the chatter. And when tea was concluded, billy was ordered to collect the cups and saucers from each of us, obediently curtseying every time. And then, just as billy thought he would finally escape that den of femininity, my mother dropped a bombshell. It was so funny..." Madame stopped for a moment, repositioned herself in the overstuffed leather in which she was sitting, slowly crossed her legs, leaned forward, and continued. "My mother asked Ms. Anderson, 'Now my dear Ms. Anderson, would you still like to borrow several of my daughter's frilly party frocks? I am certain she would be delighted to share them with.......you.' My mother smiled, and looked squarely at little billy. I have one particular frock in mind. White satin. It has an adorable double organdy and net underskirt to assure that the frilly frock will require several stiff petticoats to give it the proper fullness. Kyra wore it to a neighbor's tea party recently and all of the girls just adored it. Of course, the girls were treated to exquisite views of her lace pettis. Shall I have her model the dress for you...and for little billy here? I just KNOW he'd adore seeing her in it.' My mother looked at me and I knew better than to refuse. 'Kyra, dear, please excuse yourself from the room, go up to your room, and ask the maid to help you put on your frilly white satin party frock. Of course, my dear, you'll need to add that extra full taffeta and net crinoline petticoat that you just adore so much. I do realize the frock is just a tad on the short side, but...' Mother's voice tailed off. I knew what I had to do. So I raised myself from the very narrow chair, fluffed out my skirts and pettis, curtseyed to the ladies, and left the room. As I exited the door, however, I could hear little billy pleading with his stepmother to go home." Madame looked at us, smiling, "You see, dear ladies, little billy was an only child. He had no sisters." Madame laughed gaily. "The poor little boy's protests were very spirited. I could hear him shouting that he wanted to leave. But by the time that I had ascended the stairs to my room, the door to the parlor had been shut by my Mother...
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I went upstairs and pulled that frilly satin party dress from out of my closet. And yes, dear ladies, it was VERY frilly! Very girly! But so were most of my party dresses. After all, it was the early 1960's and girls were still very much...well, girls. Dainty. Girly. And feminine. ALL sugar and spice. But this dress was especially frilly. I remember it well. A bit shorter and poufier than most of my party dresses. Still, though, I had others, many others...too numerous to count...which also would have been considered very dainty and ultrafeminine. With the help of my personal maid, I put the frilly party dress on, and added two petticoats. One was a stiff crinoline mini half petticoat-three net layers all trimmed with a wide white row of ruffled white lace. And the other petticoat was a very stiff taffeta, pale pink, with dainty white satin bows. It, too, was heavily trimmed in white lace. And of course, because my dress was so short, several inches above my knees, my petticoats spilled out from everywhere. I knew, of course, that was EXACTLY what my Mother desired. And I would never have disobeyed Her. And so, after arranging my layered pettis and adjusting the very short skirts of my satin frock, I made my way to the staircase. But when I got to the top of the staircase and prepared to descend, there, at the bottom of the stairs were my mother and little billy's stepmother, surrounding billy. And ALL eyes were on me. How embarrassing! I KNEW, of course, that my layers of petticoats, so MANY of them, would be on display for everyone...even little billy. Especially little billy. And just as I recovered my aplomb, my mother ordered me to 'descend the stairs slowly, my dear. VERY slowly. We wish to make sure that the swish and sway of your pettis are appropriate for such a frilly dress.' And so downward I went, slowly, very slowly, just as my Mother had ordered. Ms. Anderson was all smiles, as if gazing at a beautiful picture. My mother looked approvingly at me, scrutinizing my every step. I knew better than to tug and pull at my short dress to cover my exposed pettis. That was forbidden by my mother. Meanwhile, little billy just stared. And kept staring. He couldn't help it. It was at that moment...that very moment...that I knew little billy was just a sissy. My exposed petticoats lacily rustled and swished as I reached the bottom of the staircase. Little billy just gazed. I stared back at him, knowing his secret. So I fluffed my short skirts and made froufrou with my petticoats. I fingered my lacy layers. And I stared at him again as if I knew EXACTLY what he was. That second time, though, he caught me staring deep into his eyes and quickly diverted his stares. He knew he had been caught. 'Shall we go to the parlor, everyone?' My Mother suggested. And then she directed me to take little billy's hand in mine, and his little legs brushed against my petticoats as I made sure he felt them. As we held hands, I gently nudged his frightened little hand towards my exposed petticoat lace. And when I tried to move his hand over my lacy layers, he recoiled in horror. I giggled girlishly. When we got to the parlor, my mother ordered me to stand in the middle of the room, still holding little billy's hand. Mother remarked, I remember, quite matter-of-factly, "Ms. Anderson, your darling little stepson is almost exactly the same size as my beautiful daughter. This frilly little dress would fit him like a glove. And I just know he would simply ADORE wearing petticoats! Now wouldn't you, my dear little boy? Hmmmmm...?'"
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I remember the startled look on billy's face. And how it reddened with embarrassment. Before poor little billy could say anything, my mother approached him. I remember how he had a look of trepidation in his eyes as she neared him. Instinctively, I squeezed billy's hand when I felt him try to break away. It was obvious billy was trying to escape from the room. But I wouldn't let him. He was surprisingly weak! He even gave me a pleading look as if wishing I would release my grip. When his beautiful stepmother saw this, she laughed at her weak stepson. "Why, billy honey, why ever would you want to leave our little tea party just before our fashion show begins? Miss Kyra was preparing to model her frilliest party frock for you...er...I mean, for us,' she laughed. Besides, it would be horribly rude and disrespectful of you to interrupt such a lovely affair. I've a good mind to put you over my knee right now...right here...unless you...' 'Oh no, Stepmother...er...Mummy..please don't do that to me. Please! I'll behave. I promise! Please don't spank me,' billy pleaded. Secretly I was hoping he would get spanked. After all, he had made fun of me and I felt he deserved it. Instead, though, billy's stepmother joined in the merriment of her son's embarrassment when she asked my mother if 'my dear boy can re-tie the big satin bow in the back of your little girl's dainty dress?' Billy looked astounded. My mother quickly replied, 'What a lovely idea, Ms. Anderson! Kyra would simply love her little friend to help her with her frilly frock, wouldn't you, my dear?' She asked me. I knew better than to do anything but curtsey to my mother and say, "Oh yes, Mother Dear!' I broke my grip on the subdued little boy and waited for him to respond. Of course, he did not. And then Ms. Anderson said, 'My little billy has a little secret he would like to share with us. It's quite amusing, isn't it my dear little stepson?' 'Okay, Stepmother...er...Mummy...I'll do it! I'll do it!' 'Do what, my dear little boy?' Ms. Anderson replied. 'I'll...I'll...tie the...the...the...bow...um...for Kyra.' billy stammered desperately. Ms. Anderson smiled. 'That's better, my dear little billy boy. Perhaps you would like to ask Kyra's mother for asistance, since this is the first time you will be doing this...though probably not the last.' Ms. Anderson hinted condescendingly. Before billy could ask, my mother directed the poor little boy to stand still while I turned around with my back to him. My mother then untied the big wide satin sash bow in the back of my dress and took billy's trembling little hands in hers, directing him to tie it perfectly. As she did so she remarked to billy, 'Miss Kyra's lovely party dress has so many pretty pearl buttons in the back that it simply is impossible for her to remove her frilly dress without assistance.' And then she added, 'I declare, my dear boy, this frilly little party dress would fit you like a glove!' Billy never said a word. And though I couldn't see his face, I just knew it had to be beet red with embarrassment! And when the bow was finally tied, Mother ordered me to turn around, face billy, and curtsey to him while thanking him for his assistance. I took extra special effort to make it a curtsey where the lacy hems of my petticoats exposed themselves to that sissy boy. And I made certain my pettis rustled and swished loudly for him. After all, I realized, HE was the SISSY!"...
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Madame laughed as her ladyfriends continued to listen to Her intently. "billy's face was just as red as I imagined it to be. And while I half-expected him to resist the continuation of the tea party, he did not. Instead, he feasted his greedy little sissy eyes on my short party dress and the many petticoats I was wearing under my little dress. The little boy was mesmerized. He couldn't help but stare at my pettis. After all, my frilly dress was so short that there was no way I could suppress the bouffant frilliness of my pettis. It was as if I was in complete control of this helpless little boy. And so I decided to oblige him with the most girly, feminine modelling of the dainty dress I was wearing for my Mother. Little billy tried to edge away from the center of the room, where my mother and I were standing. He tried to move towards the straight-backed chair I had been sitting in. However, his Stepmother ordered her little boy to stay where he was, right next to me. 'Billy,' Ms. Anderson spoke, 'I want you to stand right next to Miss Kyra while she models her frilly dress for us ladies. I do know how fascinated you are with frilly party dresses and dainty undies, especially petticoats. Perhaps your ridiculous little 'fear' of such dainty and feminine little girl frillies can be overcome if you see how delightful wearing dresses can be...if you would only have an open mind. Just because you're a sissy...' A horrified(!) look appeared on the face of a stunned little billy. "Mummy! Mummy! How could you! Ohhhhh...how could you...say such a thing! I am NOT a sissy!!!!!' 'Oooopsy-daisy!' Ms. Anderson giggled. 'It slipped out, billy dear. I am quite sure sweet little Kyra doesn't mind if you're a ........ sissy. She's probably already figured it out, my dear boy. It IS obvious. I mean, a feminine little girly-girl like Miss Kyra, wearing her sweetest satin party dress, lace petticoats... and face it, my dear boy, a few moments ago you couldn't even break her little girl's grip while she was holding your hand. Perhaps it is because you were caught in your own little world...wondering...what it might be like...how it might feel...if it were YOU in a frilly little party dress and stiff petticoats. Hmmmmmm..?' Ms. Anderson laughed gaily, and my mother joined in. And now ALL eyes were on little billy anderson. poor little billy. My mother seized the moment. "So, my boy, why don't we go upstairs to Miss Kyra's bedroom and pick out....perhaps....a pretty little petticoat. Maybe Kyra's short little mini-petticoat...five tiers of very starched white net crinoline. It's quite lacy! And very stiff...it would poof out your dainty little satin serving apron quite nicely. And I just KNOW that little petticoat would fit you perfectly. Would you like that, my boy? Hmmmmmm...?'" Madame Chadwick was laughing as she got to this part of the story. The women in the room could hardly wait for Her to continue. "Well, my dear ladies, that little boy wanted to run from the room. I just knew he did. But he didn't. He just stood there. In the center of the room. Frozen. My mother continued to taunt him. To tease him. 'If you are a good little boy, why we might just put you in a frilly little party dress. All satiny and lacy. A nice short party frock. And then WE could see YOUR petticoat! Put you in a dainty party dress. Let you feel the rustle and swish of layers of stiff petticoats as you move about mincingly. I am sure Miss kyra would teach you how to walk in a frilly dress. How to sit in your dainty frock. How to manage ALL those delightful petticoats! We could allow YOU to serve us another round of tea all petticoated and frocked for us. Wouldn't that be just so much fun, sissy boy?' 'I'm NOT A SISSY! And stop calling me that!' billy screamed. "Stepmother, I want to go HOME! Please take me HOME, Stepmother!' Ms. Anderson was embarrassed by her son's outburst. She seemed at a loss of words. So she deferred to my Mother. 'Young man, you will immediately apologize to your stepmother for that unruly outburst. If you do not, I can assure you that you will be punished accordingly.' My mother had that tone of voice which commanded respect. She never raised her voice, though. But there was no doubt that she would tolerate any nonsense from the likes of Billy Anderson. And my mother was a strikingly beautiful woman. Authoritative but feminine. Little billy cowered when mother approached him. She took the lavish white lace edge of his satiny serving apron, lifted it, fingered the dainty lace, and looked little billy anderson squarely in his eyes. 'Now...apologize...'
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Little billy anderson cowered in front of my mother for a second. She glared at him. He wanted to stammer his disagreement with Mother's demand for an apology to his stepmother. But my mother was insistent. She just stared straight at little billy until he nervously plucked for a moment at the frilled white lacy edges of his white satin serving apron. I watcher his nervous fingers play with the lace. So did my mother. And so did billy's stepmother. It was a shameful and humiliating moment for billy. He desperately wanted to prove his 'boyhood.' But he didn't. He dared not defy my mother. Instead, little billy anderson meekly said to his stepmother, 'Stepmother...er....I mean Mummy, I am sorry for being rude. I promise not to do it again.' 'You will ask us EACH of us, for our forgiveness, young man,' my mother demanded. Little billy gulped. 'Ms. Chadwick, I am sorry for being rude. Please acccept my apology.' My mother only directed billy's attention to me. 'Kyra,' billy began...but my Mother interrupted him. 'Little billy, you will address my daughter as 'Miss Kyra.' billy looked pleadingly at his stepmother but to no avail. All he got from her was a wide grin of satisfaction at what she was witnessing. 'Miss Kyra,' billy said, I apologize for being rude to you. Please forgive me.' I remember grinning condescendingly at the sissy before dropping my most feminine curtsey. My sugary sweet girly smile showed only contempt for billy anderson. And he knew it. And then my mother ordered me to model the dress for Ms. Anderson and, of course billy. I was obliged to stand perfectly still, my hands folded in front of me, as my mother described in every detail one of the frilliest, girliest party dresses I had ever worn at a tea party. She made sure to emphasize again and again the construction of a built-in stiff organza and starched crinoline net petticoat in the skirt of the white satin frock. 'Of course, this allows for a generous number of stiff petticoats to be worn underneath such a frilly dress. I always insist that my daughter wear a heavily flounced, starched, multitiered bouffant party slip under ALL of her frilly party dresses. My little girl simply adores the lace and bows that adorn ALL of her petticoats and party slips, don't you, my Dear?' She asked me. 'OH YES, Mother Dearest,' I remember replying quickly. 'She simply INSISTS on wearing petticoats every day!' My Mother continued. "She's such a girly girl, all sugar and spice.' 'Does your darling little Kyra ever wear trousers, Ms. Chadwick?' Ms. Anderson asked my mother. "NEVER! My daughter would never wear trousers. She absolutely disdains them. She is much too feminine ever to wear horrid pants. Isn't that right, Kyra dear? Mother asked me. I curtseyed dutifully again, agreeing with my mother. And then billy's stepmother gushed, "How delightful! Such a beautiful and feminine little girl!' Then Ms. Anderson asked my stepmother if she could take a closer look at my dress and examine the built-in petticoat. My mother replied, "But of course, Ms. Anderson. And I am quite certain that little billy will be quite interested, too.' And then my mother added coldly, "Especially since he is a sissy." The remark stunned billy. Again he wanted to protest, but he did not. My mother continued her cold stare at the little boy, baiting him and then just daring him to say something. She ordered billy to sit on the sofa next to his stepmother. And then she directed me to mince across the room and stand directly in front of billy's mother. My skirts and petticoats rustled excitedly as I moved in my short satin dress. And when I arrived at my spot, standing directly in front of Ms. Anderson, it was obvious my short little party frock was displaying my lacy petticoat hems for Ms. Anderson - and billy - to see. And then Ms. Anderson reached out, lifted the skirt of my dress slightly, and located the attached organdy and crinoline net petticoat sewn into my dress. "Perfect!' Ms. Anderson declared. Little billy just stared at my exposed petticoats, seemingly oblivious to the remark his stepmother had just made. Then Ms. Anderson took her fingers and examined the many layers of stiff petticoats underneath my short dress, swishing them from side to side. She assessed their starched stiffness. She examined their lacy hems. She commented on the small pink satin rosebuds decorating my bouffant party slip. And she did it slowly...v-e-r-y slowly...for her little sissy stepson to see..."
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Madame Chadwick looked at the ladies in the room, and asked them rhetorically if they would like for her to continue with her discussion of her memories of the tea party with billy anderson. Dr. Jennifer Haynes enthusiastically spoke with wide eyes, "Oh, please, Madame Chadwick. Please do not stop now." "Very well, ladies," Madame continued. "This was my first encounter with a true sissy boy. Obviously my mother had some knowledge of sissies. And she certainly had little billy anderson under her thumb. My mother ordered me to raise the skirt of my frilly party dress just a bit more, to expose even more of the lacy layers of petticoats I was wearing. And I never disobeyed my mother! So I lifted the hem of my short satin dress up just a bit more, to the delight of billy's stepmother. It was obvious that she had every intention of forcing her sissy stepson to sit there and drool in envy of my frilly dresses and petticoats. And it was also clear that my mother had contrived the entire scene. My mother moved closer until she was standing next to me - and directly in front of little billy. 'Do you like Miss Kyra's lacy petticoats and frilled undies, my boy?' My mother asked billy.
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Little billy anderson just froze. He couldn't answer. Of course, that made my Mother even more determined. Soooo...She took Her fingers...I remember her nails were painted a frosted pale pink, and playfully toyed with the wide white lacy hems of the outer petticoats of my bouffant party slip. The snow-white French lace lay between her fingers as she looked at the frightened little boy. "My dear little boy," my Mother laughed gaily, 'Don't be so scared. I mean... they're only...petticoats! ALL little girls wear them under their frilly dresses. Certainly this is not the first time you have ever seen a little girl wearing a frilly party dress and petticoats. Of course...' She hesitated, looking at Ms. Anderson, 'If you are a sissy, then I suppose there is just a bit of......envy? Hmmmmm...' My mother laughed again. "I AM NOT A SISSY!' Billy desperately declared. 'Oh, really?' My mother responded. She moved to take his hand, offering the little boy an opportunity to feel the lace hem of my pettis. He refused. Both women laughed. As billy squirmed on the couch, my mother ordered me to return upstairs. 'My dear little Kyra, ask the maid to put you in your ice blue satin frock. And...' my Mother said, "Add an EXTRA petticoat with this dress, my dear. One freshly starched. I do believe
Ms. Anderson is particularly interested in seeing you in the blue frock. You don't mind doing this for your Mommy, do you, my dear?' I knew better than to question my Mother. And then She adjusted the front of my dress, lowering the white satin skirt to cover the exposed lace of my party slip, and waited for me to curtsey before I left the room. Again, I made certain that my curtsey was especially feminine, stared straight at billy, a wry smile on my face. As I minced from the room, my petticoats and dress rustling loudly, I thought I heard Ms. Anderson and my Mother discussing 'taking some measurements.'" Madame Chadwick stopped for a moment, allowing any of the women to ask questions. Dr. Haynes asked Madame if this was the first time She had encountered a sissy boy with his mother and Madame's mother in the same room. "Yes, Dr. Haynes, the first time...but not the last. My Mother was very private about what She did and afforded me only occasional glimpses of what sisses were like. But Her humiliation of them, and more importantly, Her absolute control over them, fascinated me. Of course, even though I was a little girl, my Mother also made absolutely certain that even I spent a great deal of time in frilly dresses and petticoats ...even up to the age of 13-14." "And so when did you know that your mother had become quite the expert at petticoating?" Dr. Haynes asked. "Shortly after my eighteenth birthday, She shared with me Her philosophy about petticoating and sissification. And, of course, Her compensation for performing such a 'service' was extraordinarily generous. Like Her mother before Her, She had become very wealthy petticoating, feminizing, and sissifying reluctant sissies. She sent me to college where I majored in psychology, adolescent psychology, and behavior modification. Shortly after graduating from college, She invited me to witness the initial petticoating of a young lad, about 14 years of age, who was very spirited in his insistance that he had no sissy tendencies. I saw his very first day in dresses. And, of course, once She got a sissy into his first frilly party dress, the sissy was like putty in Her hands. She was very, very selective about her clientele because She could afford to be. Never more than one client at a time. And She always reminded me that the abject humiliation and utter debasement of the sissy was paramount in achieving ultimate and permanent feminization and sissification..."
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The ladies in the room clearly were intrigued by Madame Chadwick's first encounter with a little sissy boy and Madame's Mother. "Madame," ~L~ynn's friend Angie asked, Would you please tell us the rest of your story about Billy?" "Oh, yes, please!" Dr. Jennifer Haynes joined in. "Of course, ladies! I would be delighted," Madame said. "Well, ladies, as I said, when I was leaving the room I was sure that I had overheard my Mother discussing 'getting some measurements.' After ascending the staircase and returning to my bedroom, my personal maid, Brigitte, was waiting for me...holding my frilly ice blue satin party dress! It was as if she knew exactly what I needed. And while I was just a little bit surprised, I would learn later that Brigitte, and several other very beautiful French maids employed by my Mother, were complicit in my Mother's systematic petticoating of sissy boys. It was no coincidence that on many days Brigitte would be attired in these beautiful satin uniforms, very short-skirted, and, of course, wearing MANY layers of stiff white lace petticoats beneath their skirts. The petticoats were almost always white, always net or taffeta, and elaborately lace-trimmed. They were low-cut and their beautiful br#$ ( " at " ) %^ were always elegantly displayed. When they were attired in their frilly uniforms, high heeled black stiletto shoes and silk stockings complimented their outfits. Brigitte was BEAUTIFUL! And while she had been employed to serve as my Mother's personal maid to me, she definitely enjoyed her role in my Mother's vocation. Anyway, Brigitte held the dress out for me to examine before hanging it by its matching satin hanger in a white armoire. As she slowly unbuttoned my dress, Brigitte giggled and whispered in my ear, "Is your new little friend enjoying your delightful tea party?" The way she laughed and giggled, it was obvious she was aware of little billy anderson. After removing the dress, Brigitte asked me, "An extra petticoat, Little Miss Kyra?" Brigitte knew. "How did you know, Brigitte?" I asked the beautiful maid. "Brigitte knows everything, Miss Kyra," the maid laughed. After searching though a second pale pink armoire, Brigitte produced one of my very stiffest crinoline mini-petticoats. It had three layers of starched net attached to a common waistband with a fourth outer layer of sheer white lace overlay. It was breathtaking! Brigitte shook the little petticoat in front of me, commenting, "Freshly starched!" And then she sat it on the deep pink pile carpeting of my bedroom. The petticoat was so stiff it stood straight up. "Perfect!" Brigitte exclaimed. "Now let's get you into it, Miss Kyra." I remember wanting to question Brigitte...I KNEW this additional petticoat would make my blue party frock explode with poufiness. But I knew better to protest any of my Mother's wishes. I was a girl...and even I knew I was going to feel like such a sissy girl. But it didn't matter. Brigitte picked up the petticoat, shook it out several times, and while I held up all of the petticoats I was already wearing, the maid slowly slipped it into place. Then I lowered my petticoats and Brigitte took several minutes adjusting them. "Little Miss Kyra, walk up and down so that I can see that your pretty petticoats have the proper swish and sway before we get you into your pretty blue frock,' Brigitte said, with her beautiful French accent. After several passes in front of the beautiful maid, she was satisfied. I remember that the mass of petticoats I was wearing made me feel so...girly. They really did. And, of course, their rustling sound was pronounced even before being put into the blue satin frock. After Brigitte lowered the dress over me and tugged it into place, it was obvious: My petticoats simply could NOT be hidden. Their lacy hems were fully exposed. Now...I felt like such a sissy girl. As soon as Brigitte had secured the last of a long row of buttons in the back of my frilly dress, she tied the wide satin bow for me. Then as she stood in front of me, she spent several minutes adjusting the short skirts of the dress over the exploding frothines of my pettis. Matching white patent leather two-inch heeled Mary Janes were added. And when I thought we were ready to go downstairs, Brigitte stopped. 'I almost forgot!' exclaimed the beautiful maid. Returning to the pale pink armoire...where most of my frilliest and stiffest petticoats were stored...she searched for a few seconds. 'Aha!' She exclaimed delightfully. 'Here it is!' And then she removed another three-layered stiff mini-crinoline white petticoat, the layers attached to a common drawstring satin waistband, the hems trimmed in gleaming white satin ribbon. Taking the petticoat from its matching satin hanger, "Brigitte laid it on the plush carpeing just as she had done earlier witho the one I was now wearing. It, too, was so stiff it stood straight up. "Perfect!!!" Brigitte declared, and with that, she cradled the stiff crinoline confection in her arms, and led me back downstairs...
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The ladies' in the room eyes widened upon hearing Madame say that. Madame smiled, and continued, "Brigitte was wearing an especially short-skirted uniform that day and she also seemed to be wearing extra-full white crinoline petticoats. Normally her petticoats were fairly standard, no real ornamentation. But that day, dear ladies, Brigitte was wearing petticoats which flashed an abundance of ruffled white lace hems I had not ever seen her wear before. And the lacy hems were permanently displaying themselves below her midthigh black satin skirt. I had never seen her wearing those petticoats before. They were VERY feminine and lacy. And, of course, the fact that she was carrying one of my fullest and stiffest minicrinoline petticoats also seemed curious to me. There was no room under my dress for another petticoat! As I descended the stairs ahead of Brigitte, my lacy poetticoat hems were everywhere to be seen. The swishing, swaying, and rustling sound of my skirts could certainly be heard from afar. As we approached the room where billy, his stepmother, and my Mother were waiting, Brigitte stopped me before entering. There seemed to be a slight argument occurring between billy and his stepmother. My mother was holding a measuring tape around little billy's waist. But then it became clearer to me. little billy anderson wasn't arguing at all. No, he was PLEADING! His back was to me and I thought I heard the sound of soft crying. My Mother had a half-disgusted look of contempt on her face, assuring billy that 'little boys don't cry. Little Girls do...and sissies.' 'B...b...but......nooooo.....puhleeze.....nooooo...not this.....please not this......puhleeze....' 'Stand still, billy!' My mother responded. His shoulders were shaking as if he was crying. And when I looked at Brigitte, she was...laughing...albeit softly....but laughing nonetheless. Ms. Anderson said softly, "Now, now, billy, I still have time to share your naughty little secret when Miss Kyra comes back down. Would you like Mummy to do that?' 'No, Mummy.....no.....please don't.' 'Very well, but you really are starting to test the limits of my patience, billy.' My Mother immediately went back to taking some additional measurements, calling them out to billy's stepmother as she wrote them down. My mother was all business with little billy. ALL business. When the little boy raised his arms, Mother admonished him for not keeping them straight. Nothing little billy could do now would satisfy my mother. She was clearly in charger. And she knew it. When they were finished, mother ordered the boy to sit on the sofa between billy's stepmother and my Mother. Brigitte then led me back into the room, curtseying in front of Ms. Anderson and my Mother. I followed and dutifully curtseyed as well, my petticoats in a froth of net and lace. Poor little billy's eyes darted first to the beautiful Brigitte and her petticoated French Maid's uniform, and then to me, now even more severely petticoated beneath my ice blue satin party dress. My mother then introduced Brigitte to Ms. Anderson and to billy. This time, when Brigitte curtseyed, little billy's eyes were clearly focused on the generous display of Brigitte's frilled undies and stiff petticoats. He didn't even notice the extra petticoat Brigitte was carrying. 'Brigitte is Miss Kyra's personal maid. She assists Kyra by helping her into her frilly party dreses...the dresses, as you know, have so many buttons, it is simply IMPOSSIBLE to remove the dainty dress once she is wearing it. For example,' Mother continued, 'This adorable little party dress is of a silk bridal satin. It is a pale ice blue and has, of course a built-in organdy and net petticoat. In order to give it the proper fullness it deserves, multiple petticoats MUST be worn to ensure it's ultimate ultrafeminine appearance. As a matter of fact, this frilly little confection allows for the real girly girl, like my darling little daughter, to add an extra petticoat. My dear,' ordered my mother, 'You ARE wearing your additional petticoat, are you not?' 'Oh, yes, Mother Dearest,' my sugary girly response met my Mother's approving eyes. 'Very nice, my sweet little daughter. Is it your favorite white net minicrinoline with the exquisity white lace overlay?' 'Yes, Mummy,' I replied. 'That's my sweet little girl.' Then mother turned her attention to Ms. Anderson, remarking, 'According to the measurements, this particular frilly little dress would be the perfect 'starter dress.' An 'initiation dress,' so to speak, Mother laughed gaily, Ms. Anderson joining in the merriment. Billy was squirming. But billy also was staring...directly at my frilly ice blue satin party dress and, of course, my lace petticoats. And then my mother addressed Brigitte. 'Brigitte, please show little billy....err...I mean....little billy's stepmother the adorable mini-crinoline petticoat of Miss Kyra's you are holding. Hold it up closer for billy...err...I mean...Ms. Anderson to examine...'
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'Oui, Madame,' and Brigitte curtseyed again. Brigitte held the stiff, sparkling white crinoline petticoat by its satin drawstring waistband. Of course, Brigitte KNEW exactly what her role was. The tall beautiful maid swished the darling little petticoat, its rustling sounds musically echoing through the parlor. Ms. Anderson asked Brigitte if she could touch the stiff petti layers. As Ms. Anderson made delightful froufrou with the petticoat, she asked my mother inquisitively, 'Ms. Chadwick, is little Kyra wearing the exact same petticoat?' 'No, my dear lady, not exactly. Miss Kyra's petticoat has a lace overskirt and each layer is trimmed with additional frilly white lace. She simply INSISTS that her petticoats be trimmed in lace. Most girly girls prefer the lacier pettis under their frillier party frocks, especially when little boys are around. Miss Kyra enjoys treating the more inquisitive lads to glimpses of frilled lace. It is very obvious your little billy prefers lace petticoats. Then again, most sissies do.' My Mother declared, glaring icily at billy. Poor little billy. His face reddened. And now the beautiful French maid, Brigitte, looked straight at the little boy. He gulped. Brigitte took the stiff petticoat, an epitome of femininity and sissydom, and dropped it into the poor boys lap. 'Monsieur, would you like to hold Mademoiselle Kyra's jupon?' The beautiful maid inched closer, her own lavish and lacy petticoats peeking out as she towered over the little boy nervously squirming on the sofa. Billy tried to push it away. But Brigitte would have none of that. "Tut Tut, poule mouille'e'. Effe'mine'. ' And now little billy anderson was stuck...holding a stiff and freshly starched white crinoline mini-petticoat fit for a little girl. "Brigitte aimerions vous mettre dans une robe fronce'e. Assurez-vous tous mignons et girly.' The maid giggled. And then she flashed more layers of net and lace at the little boy. She fingered the lacy hems of her petticoats. She was just close enough to little billy for the scent of her sweet flowery perfume to waft in his direction. The room was silent. Brigitte continued, speaking softly in her most ultrafeminine voice, 'Tournez-vous dans une mouille'e.' And then she giggled coquettishly, 'Petticoat vous.' That poor little boy never had a chance to say anything. And while he didn't understand French, he DID understand Brigitte. Then the beautiful and sensual Brigitte took that stiff mini-crinoline petticoat from billy, handed it to me, and took the little boy by his nervous hand and slowly, very s-l-o-w-l-y, pulled him up from the couch. In her high heels, she towered over him. 'Etes-vous de Brigitte jupons garpon sissy peu?' She forced billy to take back the petticoat, asking him, 'Allez-vous mettre sur votre jupe pour Mlle Brigitte, petit garcon? Vous devez etre jupons,' she said softly to the little boy. 'Vous estes une poule mouille'e.' Her sweet perfume, layers of lace petticoats, short satin dress, and wonderful cleavage simply were too much for little billy. 'Maintenant, nous allons vous envoyer en un jupon. Brigitte vous trouverons une jolie robe a' frous-frous parti la'-dessus. Toutes les dentelles et frous-frous. Parfait pour la petite fille sissy Brigitte.' Taking the short mini-crinoline from billy, Brigitte gently, and femininely, shook it in front of him, smiling, and whispering sweetly, 'Mlle Brigitte savais seulement que vous serait facile de mettre dans un jupon. Une telle Sissy," the beautiful maid giggled. billy anderson never moved. Brigitte again fingered the lacy hems of her stiff rustling petticoats, a triumphant look on her face. And then she slowly removed the satin and lace serving apron the little boy had been wearing. She handed it to Ms. Anderson. The beautiful maid then took the stiffly starched mini-crinoline petticoat and placed it on the floor, DIRECTLY in front of the frightened, mesmerized boy. 'Maintenant l'etape dans votre jupon, garcon effe'mine'.' Billy never hesitated. Brigitte never gave him the chance. She pointed to the petticoat, waited for billy to take the waistband, and before he could resist, the beautiful maid pointed to billy to pull the petticoat up to his waist.The scene was electric. That was the first time I had ever seen a sissy. And that was the first time I had ever witnessed a sissy being petticoated for the first time. As soon as billy had pulled his petticoat up to his waist, the beautiful maid quickly moved to tie the drawstring in the back. As she tightened it, she tied it in a double-knot. And then, in her best English, Brigitte looked at billy's stepmother and said, "You see, I told you he wouldn't resist me...'"
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~L~ynn's friend Angie briefly interrupted Madame Chadwick with the question, "Just like that?" "Yes, my dear, just like that!" Madame laughed. But there is more, if you'd like for me to continue." "Please! Please do continue, Madame," Dr. Jennifer Haynes exclaimed. "This is simply amazing!" "Very well, my dear ladies," Madame Chadwick said. "I remember the incredible persuasive powers Brigitte's exquisite femininity gave her over that poor little sissy boy. Even at my young age, I was still amazed. Brigitte's femininity had been her ultimate weapon. However, once little billy had been coaxed into his first petticoat, my Mother did not stop there. "Brigitte?" My Mother asked the beautiful maid. "Oui, Mademoiselle?" Brigitte dropped a deep curtsey, her pettis rustling. "Go to Miss Kyra's boudoir and bring me the mini-crinoline, white five-tiered starched net, with the pale pink bows.' 'Oui, Mlle.' Brigitte curtseyed. As a look of horror on billy's face appeared, Brigitte stood in front of her little male charge, took her fingers and daintily swished the little boy's petticoat back and forth slowly, v-e-r-y slowly, whispering in little billy anderson's ear, and giggling femininely, "Si Billy maitriser un bon petit garcon, je mai que vous mettez dans une robe de soire'e a' froufrous.' And then she flicked billy's stiff petticoat layers with her deep red painted fingernails, fingered her own lace petticoats, and minced out of the room, treating her audience to a generous view of her petticoats as she coquettishly swung her hands and brushed her short uniform's skirts, creating a noisy rustling feminine frou frou. I was so happy Brigitte had taught me French because her last statement to billy, before she left the parlor, helped me to realize what was to happen next." Dr. Jennifer Haynes asked Madame, "What had Brigitte said to billy as she left the room, Madame?" Madame laughed, "Brigitte said 'If master billy is a good little boy, Miss Brigitte may just put you into a frilly party dress...'"
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Angie's mouth dropped open and Madame smiled. She continued: "I stood there in that parlor and watched my Mother take complete control. Billy clinched his fists in anger...and in shame...and looked at his stepmother, demanding that they leave that minute. And when he tried desperately to get out of his petticoat, well..." Madame laughed, "He found that Brigitte had tied the petticoat's satin drawstring so tightly it was impossible. I remember watching him struggle desperately to free himself from the feminine garment. I remember laughing at him. My Mother admonished me for it. And then she looked at Ms. Anderson, remarking casually, 'It's not altogether unusual for little boys like billy here to initially resist being petticoated. Actually it's rather amusing. Brigitte will return shortly and we will put an end to his silliness once and for all. While we are waiting, Ms. Anderson, perhaps you would like Miss Kyra to serve you another cup of tea?' Ms. Anderson, clearly nervous at what she was witnessing, yet nevertheless quite pleased that her recalcitrant little stepson finally was being tamed, said that she would love another cup. My Mother summoned me to stand in front of her while She tied a frothy and lacy white satin pinafore over my ice blue party dress. As she tied the pinafore in a big bow, she fluffed out my skirts and petticoats, taking much more time than really necessary, looking straight at frightened billy anderson the whole time. 'Master billy, don't you simply adore my little girl's petticoats? Hmmmmm...? Their rustle? Their swish? So feminine? Little girls simply adore wearing frilly party dresses and petticoats. Especially my little Kyra here. Brigitte personally supervises her wardrobe selection each and every day. Then my Mother looked at Ms. Anderson, remarking, 'My dear lady, Brigitte has knowledge some of other personal maids who would simply love to be young master billy's personal maid. I will be delighted to share their names with you. Wouldn't you LOVE a personal maid just like Brigitte, billy?' Little billy clinched his fists in anger. He ran over to his stepmother, his petticoats delightfully swishing and rustling as he scurried to her. And then he begged her, 'Stepmother...err...Mummy, please take me home...please don't make me wear this! Please! I'm a boy! Mummy, 'I'M A BOYYYYYY!' When Ms. Anderson hesitated in her response, my Mother maintained control. 'Young man! Little girls do NOT run when they are in petticoats. And clearly YOU are in petticoats! One more outburst out of you and I will order Brigitte to apply the switch to your backside. You are making quite an embarrassment of yourself as we try to have this delightful tea party. NOW...get back over here...THIS INSTANT...and I'll fix your petticoats for you. You have wrinkled them...and that is quite unacceptable. Meanwhile, Miss Kyra will be serving us another cup of tea. You, on the other hand, will stand in the center of the room, hands folded demurely in front of you, so still you could hear a pin drop.' Billy looked pleadingly at his stepmother for help, for a reprieve, but it never came. As I minced over to Ms. Anderson to refill her teacup, billy anderson retreated...albeitly slowly...to stand in the center of the room, directly in front of my mother. While my Mother made frou frou with his petticoats, smoothing out wrinkles, she remarked to billy that he had 'much to learn about comporting yourself properly in petticoats. Make no mistake about it, young man, that will be corrected...' At that moment the beautiful Brigitte minced back into the parlor, carrying one of my favorite petticoats. It wa soooooooo full! Five tiers of stiff sparkling snow white net. Freshly starched. And the cutest little pink satin bows all over the outer layer. It was mini length, of course, and not unlike a tutu. 'Has master billy been difficult, Mademoiselle?' Brigitte asked, after drobbing her curtsey. 'I am afraid he has been quite disrespectful, Brigitte, and his boyish tendencies have caused him to be very disruptive of our little tea party,' Mother answered. Brigitte, her arms laden with the frilly confection of net and satin, looked directly at billy, 'Have you been a bad little boy, master billy?' 'Brigitte...pleae...please...don't make me...'Before billy could finish, Brigitte minced over to the poor boy. The beautiful Brigitte, her long jet black hair now out of its ponytail and flowing beautifully was swept aside by her right hand femininely. She flashed glimpses of her lace. And then she worked her feminine magic...again. Whispering in the poor boy's ear, barely audible, she spoke soooooo girlishly and disarmingly femininely, 'Mlle Brigitte jupons me'chants garcons. Je les fais tre's fe'minin et de'licat, et las transformer en minaudant sissies little. Oui, poule mouille'e?' 'B...b...b...but...Brigitte, please...please...don't do this to me...please don't make me...' 'Shush, poule mouille'e!...'
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"B...b...but, Brigitte! Please...puhleeeeze...I'm begging you...I'll be good..' The tall beautiful black haired french beauty moved closer. She took the newest petticoat, yes, the five-tiered white net mini, resplendent with dainty pink satin bows adorning the outer tier, and she dangled it enticingly...teasingly...in front of her charge. She smiled seductively. Licked her red lipstick. Pouted. 'It is time, mon garcon effe'mine',' the beautiful maid said calmly. But billy cowered away from the approaching maid...and Her prized petticoat. Billy pointed at me. 'Please...oh NO! PLEASE! NOT in front of her!!! She's a GIRL!!!' Brigitte responded, laughing, 'Why, of course she's a girl!' 'B...b...but...I...I...' Billy was desperately pleading his case. Brigitte moved closer to billy. She spoke again in French. 'Vous devez etre jupons, master billy.' No...no...please...' The maid inched closer. Her petticoats rustled as she approached him. billy looked desperately to his stepmother for respite. he got none. 'My boy, I have been warning you about your behavior and your reluctancde to obey me. And there is still that little secret of yours,' Ms. Anderson said. 'You need to be petticoated.' A stunned billy anderson had heard his stepmother just pass sentence on him. I wondered what billy would do now. He cried. He looked at his stepmother, standing in his petticoat, and about to be put into another even frillier and daintier one. Brigitte giggled, curtseyed to Ms. Anderson, and acknowledged, excitedly, 'Ohhh Oui, Mademoiselle!' Holding out the bouffant confection by its waistband, the tall maid shook the petticoat, and with her outstretched hand, offered it to billy. 'Put it on...right now, Sissy boy.' This time Brigitte's tone was firm. No nonsense. She fingered the lace hems of Her own stiff net petticoats, billowing out from underneath Her abbreviated black satin maid's dress. She had called him a sissy. 'Lower it over your head, sissy, and I will help you fluff it out all prettily after you have put it on. Now do it...'
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'NO!!! NO!!! I won't do it! I won't! LLL...LLL...Looooookkkkk at it.....it's all...all...' The sexy maid interrupted the stammering little boy, fingering the pink satin bows on the outer tier of the frilly five-layer stiff white rustling feminine confection. 'Girly? Is that the word you are looking for, Monsieur Billy? Hmmmmm...?" Brigitte giggled, and, then, standing directly over the little boy, took the candy cotton confection of satin and net and placed it skillfully over the sobbing little boy's head and shoulders, s-l-o-w-l-y slithering and sliding the petti into place at his slim waistline. As the beautiful maid quickly tied the drawstring tightly in the back, she moved in front of billy anderson, meticulously fluffing the multi layers of TWO petticoats now firmly encasing the hapless boy. 'J'adore les petits garcons sissy en jupons.' Brigitte giggled, as she fluffed the poor boy's petticoat layers. And as poor little billy anderson sobbed quietly, my mother stated, matter of factly, to billy's stepmother, 'Brigitte has a way with recalcitrant little boys...and reluctant sissies. They simply cannot resist her feminine charms. 'Brigitte?' My mother asked the pretty maid. 'Oui, Mademoiselle?' Brigitte curtsied. 'Well done!' 'Merci, Mademoiselle!' Brigitte smiled triumphantly. 'I wonder.....' My mother's voice tailed off, as if in deep thought. But I also knw my mother was using this moment for maximum dramatic effect. 'Miss Kyra,' my Mother addressed me. 'Stand next to billy, please, my darling daughter.' Billy's eyes opened wide. It was obvious he didn't want me...a GIRL(!), any closer to the humiliation he was undergoing. I curtseyed obediently to my mother and minced across the room until I was standing next to billy. His eyes were red with shame from his sobbing. 'Ahhhhh, yes!' My mother exclaimed after a few moments of intense scrutiny. Then she turned to address billy's stepmother, 'My dear Ms. Anderson, my daughter has a particularly frilly pale pink satin party frock, a very feminine and girly little party dress...and I think...yes....(!!!)...your little billy...' NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!' billy anderson suddenly interrupted my mother. He jumped up and down, his petticoats rustling and swishing excitedly. "PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! Don't do this to me, Mummy! Oh PLEASE! NOT A DRESS! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME WEAR A...A...A...DRESS!' billy anderson received no respite from anyboyd in that room. As a matter of fact, my Mother admonished him for interrupting her conversation with his stepmother. And Ms. Anderson, clearly embarrassed at his rude outburst, threatened to disclose billy's 'little secret.' billy ran his hands nervously through his longish hair and rubbed his face in a state of confusion and shame. Brigitte interjected, "Now, now, billy. It's okay. After al it's just a dress. And such a frilly little dress it is! I have put Little Miss kyra in that dress several times and she simply adores wearing it! Don't you, Miss Kyra?' I was somewhat surprised by Brigitte's question but, of course, I knew exactly how to answer. 'Yes, Brigitte! It's so frilly! And we girls just love pink! And it's such a poufy little dress I can wear oodles of petticoats beneath it! And ALL girls just love wearing petticoats under their frilly dainty dresses.' I remember teasingly fingering the delicate lacy hems of my own petticoats as I responded with delight to Brigitte's question. It was obvious little billy anderson realized what was about to happen to him..."
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'Brigitte,' my mother ordered the maid. Brigitte curtseyed deeply, flashing glimpses of her own net and lace. 'Oui, Madame?' 'Go back to Miss Kyra's bedroom and fetch my darling little daughter's pale pink satin party frock.' And then my mother added, 'And bring a pair of the laciest, frilliest, white satin rhumba panties you can find, my dear. Our dear little billy shall be dressed properly for the remainder of our delightful little tea party. It is obvious he is a sissy..and a sissy does NOT wear trousers. Sissies wear dresses. Frilly party dresses so that ladies and girls are accorded the proper respect we are due. His petticoats should be worn under a pretty little dress.' 'OH OUI! Madame!' Brigitte, clearly excited about the prospect of putting the little boy into a frilly party frock, curtsied, and was gone, her short-skirted satin uniform swishing excitedly. I was amazed at the ease with which my mother was now controlling and dominating little billy. She then warned him, 'Young man, another outburst like the one we just witessed, and I shall strongly suggest to your 'Mummy' that you share your naughty little secret with us. Furthermore, if you cannot behave accordingly, you will be going home in a frilly dress and petticoats.' And then my mother glared at the frightened little boy, adding, 'If you were mine, you would never wear trousers again. I would keep you in dainty little party dresses and make you wear petticoats all the time.' Little billy gulped. His fingers nervously plucked at his stiff petticoat hems. Ms. Anderson beamed with delight as her recalcitrant little stepson cowered in the presence of my Mother. And I, well, I stood mesmerized at what I was witnessing. In an instant, Brigitte returned to the parlor, holding by a pink satin hanger one of my very frilliest partydresses. It was a baby pale pink silk satin. It gleaned and rustled as the beautiful maid held it out for Ms. Anderson's inspection. Every time I had worn that little dress even I felt a bit 'sissyish' in it. It was over the top girly. Ultra feminine. And very poufy and short. I couldn't imagine a BOY having to wear such a frilly little dress!" Madame laughed. Her sinister laugh dripped with sarcasm as she called little billy anderson a 'boy.'...
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Madame Chadwick stopped for a moment, thought reflectfully,and continued, "It was the perfect dress! And my Mother knew it. It would thoroughly emasculate little billy anderson...and in the presence of me. The humiliation of being petticoated is one thing...but to have it done in front of a pretty little girl who also is wearing her own frilly dress and petticoats...well, dear ladies, you can just imagine. The poor little boy knew the finality of the afternoon when he saw the dress. And Brigitte spared no shame in pointing out the exquisitely feminine details of the frilly party frock to billy's stepmother. As Brigitte commented on the attached ultra-stiff organdy petticoats sewn into the satin skirt, she smiled knowingly at little billy. Yes, Brigitte knew the importance of that moment. A certain epiphany exists for any sissy about to be publicly frocked for the first time. And Brigitte's own exquisite femininity simply enhanced her ability to completely disarm the little boy. No matter how hard billy anderson might declare his resistance to being put into his first frilly little girl's party dress, the inevitability did not even escape little billy. Oh yes, dear ladies, he knew his petticoating would be complete...and public! Brigitte assured Ms. Anderson that 'this is the perfect frock for any little girl...or sissy. Of course,' Brigitte giggled, 'this frilly little dress requires oodles of stiff petticoats to give it proper flare. Miss Kyra wears a bouffant party slip with her petticoats when she wears her frillier party dresses. Of course, she also wears her party slips and petticoats even when she isn't in a frilly frock. She simply adores being feminine for her dear Mother and,' Brigitte added sarcastically, 'For certain little boys who come to her special tea parties.' Then the tall beautiful maid took the rustling pale pink satin confection, removed it from its matching pink satin hanger, and held it by its puffed sleeves. And with one hand, Brigitte took the hem of the satin party dress, and pulled it up slightly to show little billy the attached organdy petticoats sewn into the skirt to ensure maximum fullness. 'You are going to need all of your petticoats to wear this frilly little party dress, Monsieur billy,' she teased the terrified boy. 'Now...be a good little sissy for Miss Brigitte while i get you into your first frilly party dress.' Between Brigitte's sultry sexy and very feminine voice and flashes of her very own ultra lacy petticoats, billy never even moved. This little dress had so many buttons in the back, all beautiful white pearl. And as the maid s-l-o-w-l-y unbuttoned each of them, she whispered to her little male charge, 'Brigitte ne peut pas attendre pour vous mettre dans votre robe toute premiere partie de frous-frous, surtout une si mignonne et girly.' Her French mesmerized little billy. As the dress rustled with each button being unfastened, the feminine maid continued her whispers to billy. If only little billy could have translated what she was saying. But it wouldn't have mattered. The femininty in the room was overwhelming him. 'Brigitte va s'assurer que son amie Sissy petite porte jamais un pantalon a nouveau.' One by one the buttons were skillfully undone by the tall maid. She pursed her lips. I noticed that she had reapplied fresh lipstick when she had slipped out to retrieve billy's dress. 'Une petite robe fronce'e pour un petit garcon effe'mine'.' The maid giggled girlishly. 'Finally! The last button!' Brigitte exclaimed. And with that the beautiful maid quickly took the frilly dress and ordered billy to continue to stand still. It was the first authoritative command Brigitte had used. And it worked. The poor hapless little boy never moved. Brigitte teased little billy, "Master billy, my own frilly petticoats may get in the way as I put you into your first frilly little dress. I'm wearing so many pettis that it is inevitable. Of course, I am cetain that you will excuse me for that. What we girls do to please you................boys!' She laughed gaily, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she hesitantly called him a boy. And then in a matter of seconds it was over. That baby girl pale pink satin party dress, among the frilliest little party dresses I had ever worn, was placed over that poor boy's head. Brigitte moved quickly to pull the hem of the short dress over billy's billowing petticoats. Tears came to billy's eyes. Brigitte ignored them. The hem of little billy anderson's very first frilly party dress fell only to midthigh. It was sooooooooo short. And his petticoats were exposed. And when billy instinctively attempted to try to tug at the hem of the dress, my mother admonished him. "Young man, you will keep your hands to your side and do NOT touch your dainty dress!!! Do you understand?' Billy did not answer. Blly's stepmother ordered him to answer my mother respectfully. He barely whispered a 'yes.' And now Brigitte moved quickly to fasten the long row of pearl buttons in the back of the dress. I had worn that dress many times, ladies. and it was impossible to it remove without assistance."...
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Ladies, it was a priceless scene. As little billy anderson quietly sobbed, and buried his face in his hands in utter shame, Brigitte tittered gaily, 'My, my master billy, you even cry like a little girl. I am sure they are tears of happiness, Oui?' The muffled sound of the little boy's voice could be heard, crying, "Why? Oh why are you doing this to me? I'm a boy! I'm a boy! Boy's don't wear...dresses.' Ignoring little billy's protestations, Brigitte simply hastened her efforts to secure each and every button in the back of billy's dainty dress, humming the tune 'I Enjoy Being A Girl.' With great ease and assurance, my Mother spoke directly to a concerned Ms. Anderson. 'Dear lady, this is a normal reaction for most sissies who are being petticoated for the first time. It is quite normal for them to put up some resistance, but it is mostly token, especially with your dear little billy here. He knows he is a sissy. And he knows he really should be in petticoats. A soon as Brigitte has him securely fitted into his first sweet little party dress, and perhaps just a hint of makeup, he will begin to settle down, and that silly boyish spirit will begin to succ-umb to his overwhelming love of all things dainty and feminine. I suspect, deep down, little billy is a real girly girl. Billy suddenly removed his buried face from his hands, and shouted defiantly, I am NOT a girl! I am a BOY! Suddenly he reached around to the back of his dress and attempted to grab Brigitte's hand in a desperate effort to stop her from imprisoning him in the frilly dress. He desperately tried to reach for a button and unfasten it. But before he could even start, the tall maid grabbed little billy's hand and squeezed it...hard. Very hard. Little billy was no match. He screamed in pain. Brigitte laughed. 'Ouch, you're hurting me!!' billy cried. The beautiful maid continued to squeeze little billy's hand, 'A REAL boy would be able to break the grip of a 'girl,' master billy. Now...apologize to Miss Brigitte and maybe, just maybe, I will let go.' 'Ouch!!! You're hurting me!' Then the tall maid, making frou frou with her own petticoats, exposing their lacy white layers for billy to see, giggled, 'Apologize to Brigitte...and promise to be a good little boy.' Femininely, she continued to make rustling froufrou with her exposed pettis while maintaining her vice grip on billy's little hand. 'Do you like Brigitte's frilly petticoats, master billy? Hmmmm...?' Of course, billy refused to answer. 'Please let go! Please! You're hurting me!' 'ME? Silly little me, master billy?' Brigitte replied. 'But I'm just a girl. A weak little girl. And you...why you are a big strong..................boy!' My mother and billy's stepmother laughed at Brigitte's obvious sarcasm. 'OUCH! Okay! Okay! Okay!' Brigitte tightened her grip a little more...twisting little billy's arm now. Brigitte's petticoats lacily exposed themselves as the tall feminine maid taunted billy. 'Apologize, SISSY!' Brigitte ordered. Little billy's squirming created a loud rustling frou frou of his own stiff petticoats. 'I'm sorry...I'm sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!' the poor boy screamed. 'Not good enough!' Brigitte responded. 'You will apologize to each one of us...individually. First, Ms. Chadwick.' "I...I...I am sorry, Ms. Chadwick. I am truly sorry. Ouch!' Now, to Miss Kyra.' 'Miss Kyra, I apologize. I am sorry....' 'You will also apologize to Miss Kyra for making fun of her frilly party dress and teasing her when you first arrived to our delightful tea party.' 'Ouch! I...I..I am sorry, Miss Kyra, for making fun of you.' 'Now,' Brigitte ordered, 'Tell Miss Kyra how much you simply adore her frilly party dress and how pretty and feminine she looks in it. After all, she wore it especially for you!' 'Ouch! Miss Kyra, your party dress is very pretty and you look very feminine in it. Thank you for wearing it for me today.' 'That's better,' Brigitte said. 'Now, you will apologize to your kind and sweet Stepmother to whom you have been so mean and rude.' 'Mummy, I apologize for being so mean to you.' The tall feminine dominant maid persisted,' Now, ask your 'Mummy' to buy you some frilly party dresses of your very own. And ask her...politely...to keep you in petticoats until you learn to be polite and respectful...and obedient.' Brigitte's dark eyes gleamed with excitement. 'Go ahead...sissy. Ask her. And be very polite when you do it. And then the femininely powerful maid made frou frou with poor little billy's own pettis. As she skillfully kept a vice grip on billy's arm, she used her other hand to make delightful froufrou with the poor little boy's lacy pettis. She fingered the lacy hems. The lacy layers musically rustled.... 'We're waiting, master billy...'
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Little billy anderson sank to his knees. He gazed up at the tall beautiful French Maid, Brigitte, and feasted his greedy little sissy eyes on the froth of stiff rustling white petticoats exploding from beneath her own short black satin uniform. He begged her to release him. The tall feminine maid held firm. I remember seeing the fear and humiliation on his face. And I also remember the triumphant look on my own Mother's face. Instinctively, femininely, I fingered with the lacy hems of my own frilly petticoats, teasing the hapless little boy. And finally, little billy submitted to the beautiful Brigitte. He looked at his Stepmother. 'Mummy, I've been a bad boy. I...I....I need to wear.........a dresss...........
until......I......can be
a good...........boy.' billy's crying continued. His face reddened with shame. 'Not good enough, Billy,' my Mother responded coldly. '' You will politely ask your dear Stepmother to make you wear frilly party dresses and delightful petticoats because you are a sissy. And sissies wear frilly dresses.' Dear ladies, my Mother did not mince words. And again she stared triumphantly at billy. Little billy anderson looked to his Stepmother for help. But my Mother said, 'We are waiting, master billy.' 'Stepmother, er...Mummy, ...... please ......
make me...wear..................frilllllllllllyyyyy.....
party dresses........and....and....pet....
petti......petticoats..............because.....
I.........I........I.........am.........a.........a.....sissssssyyy..............and.......
sissssssies.......wear frilly dressessssss.....'
'That's better, sissy boy,' my Mother said. Brigitte smiled. And Ms. Anderson immediately said, "That's better, my dear little sissy son. Now..........,' Ms. Anderson announced, 'Perhaps now is a most appropriate time for you to share your naughty little secret with us girls at Miss Kyra's delightful litttle tea party. After all, now we KNOW you are a sissy. And NO sissy should ever be permitted to keep his sweet little secret from girls. 'Brigitte?' Ms. Anderson asked the maid, "You may let go of my sissy son. He knows he is a sissy. And he knows he's going to be wearing frilly party frocks from now on. And would you please sit my sissy stepson in that straight-backed chair, in the middle of the parlor, until you return from my car. Here are the keys to the trunk. In the trunk, you will find three photo albums. Please bring them to me. Little billy has some delightful pictures he wishes to share with us girls.' 'Oui, Madame!' And then the beautiful Brigitte positioned an uncomfortable straight-backed chair in the center of the parlor. Of course, dear ladies, i knew it would be impossible for little billy to sit in that chair without displaying his frothy petticoats. There were simply too many for him to even try to conceal all of that froth and lace. It would be very embarrassing for him. And then, as an added measure of exerting her control over me as well, my Mother ordered Brigitte to place an additional straight-backed chair next to billy's...for me. How I hated sitting in those chairs! Of course, I dared not utter a single protest. 'Miss Kyra, my dear sweet feminine little daughter, you will show our sweet little sissy boy how little girls properly sit when they are wearing their frilly dresses and petticoats. As for you, young 'man,' Mother giggled sarcastically when she called billy 'young man,' you will pay very close attention to my delightfully feminine daughter. Do NOT wrinkle her party dress that She has so graciously allowed you to wear for her tea party.! Is that clear!?!' 'Y...y...yes, Ms. Chadwick.' billy meekly responded...
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And with that, the beautiful French maid placed a second straight-backed chair beside the first one. A triumphant smile crossed Brigitte's beautiful face as She dropped a dutiful curtsey to Ms. Anderson and to my Mother, flashing a generous glance of her own net and lace petticoats. A girlish giggle could be heard coming from her as she left the parlor. 'Now, Kyra, my dear, you will s-l-o-w-l-y demonstrate properly the feminine way to lower oneself into a chair when one is wearing her frilliest party frock and layers of stiff petticoats.' And then my Mother turned to frightened little billy anderson, "And you, young man, shall pay very close attention to Miss Kyra. You will be expected to become ultra feminine in your mannerisms now that you have been put in dresses. And since it is highly likely that you WILL be wearing bouffant petticoats under your delightful little party frocks, you WILL be expected to behave in a proper ladylike and feminine manner. Wrinkled skirts and immodest displays of your frilly undies will not be tolerated.' Well, dear ladies, I smoothed out my voluminous skirts and petticoats, slowly lowered nyself into the narrowest of straight-back chairs, and once I was seated, rearranged my skirts and petticoats as best I could. Of course, in a frilly party dress as short and as full-skirted as the one I was wearing, it was impossible to conceal all of those petticoats. Their lacy layers simply could not be concealed. I obediently waited for my Mother to critique my efforts to please Her. 'Kyra, my dear, it is obvious to your dear Mother that you take great pride in being the most feminine little girl a Mother could want. You do so love your pettis, my dear little girl!' My Mother laughed gaily. You are the perfect little girl, especially when you are wearing your very frilliest party dresses. You DO love to please your Mother, do you not, my dear little girl?' I enthusiastically replied that I did. Ms. Anderson smiled warmly at my acquiescence. And then my Mother turned her attention to little billy, who was staring greedily at my billlowing exposed pettis. I fingered their lacy layers. I wanted to tease frightened litle billy. I actually was enjoying the moment, at little billy's expense. To my Mother's smiling approval, I continued to finger my exposed layers of lacy pettis as a wide-eyed sissy boy was left to stare at me with that glazed look in his eyes. 'Young man,' ordered my Mother, you will lower yourself into the chair next to my darling little girl. And I expect you to do your best to emulate her sweet femininity. Since this is your first time in petticoats, be extra careful to smoothe your skirts carefully before lowering yourself slowly into the chair. And while you are only a sissy and will NEVER be a real little girl, it IS obvious that you have many hidden feminine tendencies. Petticoating you and keeping you in only the shortest and frilliest of little girl party dresses will simply force those feminine tendencies to the surface and fully expose you for what you really are - a weak simpering pantywaist desperately in need of strict petticoating...'
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Madame Chadwick paused, took a sip of tea, and continued to fascinate the ladies with her story of her witnessing her Mother's petticoating of a weak sissy boy in front of his very own Stepmother. "Ladies," continued Madame, "little billy anderson heard what my Mother had said to him and weakly attempted to deny his inner sissy tendencies. He stammered that he was a boy. And that boys didn't wear dresses. And he just couldn't understand why my Mother continuously referred to him as a sissy. 'But you are a sissy, my dear litttle pantywaist. After all, no REAL boy would allow himself to be frocked and petticoated in front of a beautiful little girl who was also wearing her own ultrafeminine little girl party dress. And no REAL boy would allow himself to be put into a frilly little party dress in front of his own Stepmother. And no REAL boy would ever allow himself to be under the control of such a frilly and feminine maid as the beautiful Brigitte. After all, she's just a weak girl. But it is obvious that she had no problem putting you in your proper place. Now, my pretty little boy, you will slowly lower yourself into your chair just as my darling feminine little daughter so excellently showed you. Little billy hesitated ever so slightly until my Mother damonished him. 'Be quick about it, sissy boy. All of us ladies and girls expect your total obedience. And just as little billy anderson attempted to speak, my Mother held her hand up in the air to silence him, remarking, 'Little girls...and little sissy boys...are meant to be seen...and not heard. Now, gather your skirts and pettis, smoothe them out, and genly and daintily lower yourself into your seat. The sooner you learn to behave like a dainty and feminine little girly girl, the more presentable sissy boy you can become. Just because you have been put into a frilly party dress and petticoats does NOT mean you have reached your full sissy potential. Feminine mannerisms must be learned...and there is no time like the present for you to begin your initiation into strict petticoat discipline. You are a mere petticoated sissy boy now. Until you have mastered all mannerisms of a dainty little girl, you will remain under the strict control of your dear Stepmother.' Little billy anderson never said a word. He gulped, stared at his Stepmother in agony, glanced at me as I sat dutifully in my chair, my own pettis exposing themselves lacily, and then he took his hands behind his skirts, smoothed them out several times, and tried to navigate himself slowly into the narrow straight backed chair. As he lowered himself, though, his billowing skirts and pettis engulfed him. He was surrounded by bouffant frilliness, stiff net and crinoline, and dainty lace. My Mother laughed gaily at little billy's petticoated predicament, remarking to Ms. Anderson, 'It's always amusing to see a petticoated sissy in his very first frilly party dress and petticoats. The poor lad struggles to manage his skirts and pettis. No matter how girly you might think he is, a sissy boy still struggles with effective skirt management. Of course, my dear Ms. Anderson, your little boy has excelent sissy potential and will be quite a suitable candidate for total petticoat immersion. He will come to love his frilly party dresses. Of that you can be sure. There are very effective techniques for breaking whatever boyish spirits he may have left.'
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Little billy anderson frantically and clumsily attempted to suppress the bouffant frilliness of the mass of stiff net and crinoline petticoats which were making quite the immodest display of themselves. The chagrined boy, of course, had no chance to succeed in covering his exposed pettis. Ladies," Madame Chadwick chuckled, "I simply could not keep from giggling at little billy anderson's predicament. I made the mistake of giggling just loudly enough for my Mother to detect the sound. Her icy eyes darted in my direction, and She asked me whatever was I laughing at. "Oh Mummy," I femininely replied, "Little billy's petticoats are showing! He is acting very unladylike." And in my girliest voice, I begged my Mother not to let billy ruin my petticoats. I told my Mother, 'They are among my very favorite pettis and I will be most upset if that horrid little sissy boy does not wear them as a little girl should.' Little billy glared at me. And I continued to tease him, much to my Mother's delight. 'You mean little boy! How dare you tease me about my dainty party dress when you first saw me! At least I'm a real girl!!!! You? You're just a little sissy! A sissy boy! How dare you make fun of me!' I was interrupted when Brigitte returned to the parlor, giggling and coquettishly brushing her right hand against her super short satin skirt of her maid's uniform, petticoats flashing. In her other hand, Brigitte carried three photo albums. They were scrapbook-size. Two of them were a very pale pink while the other was a pale baby blue. Little billy's Stepmother laughed gaily as she asked Brigitte to bring the photo albums over to where Ms. Anderson was sitting. 'Qui, Madame!' Brigitte enthusiastically responded. And as she did, the tall beautiful French maid looked at little billy anderson, seated in that straight-backed chair, the white net and lacy layers of his petticoats enveloping his little body and brazenly betraying what little boyishness he had left, and saif to him in her girliest most feminine voice yet, 'Votre secret Sissy, est sorti mon garcon jupon girly. Je ne peux pas attendre de vous voir dans une dentelle de Nice comple'te feuillet partie bouffant, digne d'une petite fillet mignonne. Robes 'a froufrous partie satin sont beaucoup plus approprie' pour vous, mon garcon de'licat sissy peu.' And with that, the frilly feminine maid dropped an obedient curtsey, her pettis rustling musically, and femininely handed the photo albums to Ms. Anderson. 'Stepmummy! Oh no! No Stepmummy! Please don't show those to anybody! Puhleeeeze! You promised!' Ladies," Madame Chadwick stated enthusiastically, "That was a priceless scene. That poor little boy, petticoated and frocked in a sissy party dress, desperately pleading with his Stepmother to withhold what was in those photo albums. Dr. Jennifer Haynes hurriedly asked Madame Chadwick, "Madame, will you please continue? We can hardly wait for you to tell us!"
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Madame Chadwick smiled at Dr. Jennifer Haynes. "Of course, my dear. Of course. But let me first say that it was at that moment when I discovered that no sissy, no matter how hard he tries, can hide his little secrets forever. Sooner or later he is going to be exposed. Just as our dear Rob was exposed. And just as Little Billy Anderson was that afternoon, many years ago. Ahhh yes, dear ladies, how well I remember that afternoon. Ms. Anderson, billy's stepmother, took the photo albums from Brigitte and slowly began to open the first one. She flipped through several pages while littly billy sat, frozen with fear, and shamefully petticoated by the women in the room. 'Now, my frilly little stepson, do you wish to tell the ladies and Miss Kyra ALL about your adorable little collection?' 'Puhleeeeeze, Stepmummy, please don't show them to anybody...especially HER!' Little billy pointed directly at me. 'Nonsense!' Exclaimed Ms. Anderson. 'Why I would think Little Miss Kyra would be the FIRST person you would want to show. After all, she IS a little girl. And a very feminine and pretty little girl at that. She would simply adore looking at your little collection!' Ms. Anderson was insistent. Little billy begged and pleaded again. 'Stop your silliness this instant!' Ms. Anderson ordered her sissy stepson. 'One more word out of you and I'll give you something to really cry about! For heaven's sake, you even cry like a prissy little girl. Now, are YOU going to tell the ladies about your litttle collection, billy, or do you wish for me to tell them? Hmmm...?' The poor little boy quickly rose out of the straight back chair in desperation. His skirts were a mess. He was afforded NO respite. 'Young man!' Exclaimed my Mother. 'Fluff your skirts immediately and make sure that your petticoats have no wrinkles in them. I will NOT tolerate a simpering little petticoated sissy boy displaying even the slightest unfeminine mannerisms, especially while you are wearing one of MY little girl's frilliest and daintiest party dresses. How dare you! Sissies are like little girls - to be seen and NOT heard. Now you will gather your skirts, fluff them out, eliminate wrinkles in your petticoats, and be seated. And be sure to smoothe your skirts appropriately before you sit down. And be quick about it!!!!!' The room was silent, except for the loud rustling of starched crinoline, net, satin, and lace. When little billy looked to his Stepmother for respite, she simply raised her eyebrows, glared at her little stepson, and said, 'Fix every single wrinkle in your petticoats, my dear little stepson. Another word out of you and you will stand in the corner for the rest of the afternoon.' The poor litle boy sniffled, wiped the tears from his eyes, and complied with his Stepmother's orders. My mother casually remarked to Ms. Anderson. 'Once the sissy is petticoated and frocked, he is quick to understand his place in the pecking order. Just keep him in frilly party dresses, oodles of stiff lacy petticoats, and eventually he will accept his feminization. It is quite humorous how most sissies, like your deal little stepson, make these silly attempts to resist sissification and petticoating. Secretly, most sissies adore wearing petticoats and frilly party dresses....'
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Bily's Stepmother, Ms. Anderson, laughed gaily as She responded to my Mother by saying, "I do believe my little stepson IS indeed a sissy' And then She dropped the bombshell. She took the pale pink photo album, stopped flipping through the pages, turned back to the fist page, and began reading, 'Ooooooooo...be glad you are a girl so you can wear bouffant party slips and petticoats that little girls love. They're almost too pretty to cover.' Little billy anderson squirmed in the chair as his petticoats rustled. His face reddened. Ms. Anderson continued. She flipped the page and read again, Her voice exaggerated much like an excited little girly girl's voice would sound, 'Pretty little feminine pictures in full, full bouffant party slips resplendent with dainty bows and frilly lace.' Little billy buried his head in his hands. He couldn't look. His Stepmother continued, flipping another page, and reading, 'Little girls love to get frilly slips.' She turned the page again, 'Every little miss wishes for bouffant party slips.' I looked at little billy anderson but he could not bear to uncover his face. Ms. Anderson continued flipping the pages and reading, 'What little girl wouldn't love a pretty bouffant petticoat to wear under her dainty party dresses?' Little billy and his photo albums/scrapbooks had betrayed him. And my Mother planned to take full advantage of it.
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Ms. Anderson flipped another page in the pale pink scrapbook/photo album, laughed gaily, and read, 'For every little princess...a beautiful bouffant party slip...to wear under her frilliest Easter dress. It has adjustable satin straps, elasticized waist...and SIX tiers of marquisette for that bouffant petal look...in white with lace trim...' Everyone in the room was now staring at poor billy...and while that little boy dared not raise his head, it was obvious he felt all eyes were on him. Ms. Anderson turned another page, paused briefly, and recited, 'Feminine little girls simply adore their Easter pretties...and they're so very specially priced...fun clothes and frankly feminine apparel for EVERY HOUR OF THE DAY!...' Ms. Anderson accentuated that last part. And then she added, 'Just imagine...wearing a stiff frilly petticoat or a lacy bouffant party slip ALL DAY...how girly is that!' Hmmmmm....? And then my Mother added, 'My dear Ms. Anderson, my darling little daughter frequently spends the entire afternoon wearing petticoats and a stiff bouffant party slip as she minces about the house. She simply LOVES to wear her petticoats! Don't you my dear?' My mother turned to look at me, gleaming proudly, and, of course, I dared not disappoint her with my answer. 'Ohhhhh YES, Mummy! I love wearing just my petticoats.They make me feel so feminine. And I feel sooooo lucky when Mummy allows me to wear a bouffant party slip around the house. Especially the really stiff rustling ones...with all the lace!' I made sure billy could hear every excited word I was saying. Every word. And then my mother decided to take it a step farther. She addressed Ms. Anderson proudly. 'My dear lady, there was a time...a very short time...thankfully...that my dear little daughter Kyra was a...I can't believe I am saying this...but my dear little girl was a ... a ... a tomboy. She wanted to play those dreadful rough and tumble games with the boys...and...even worse...wear trousers! I was aghast!' Oh my!' Exclaimed billy's Stepmother. 'Whatever did you do? Your little daughter is the perfect little girl now. Why she's the most feminine little girl I know.' With that, even little billy anderson looked up. And when he did, my Mother calmly...and firmly responded, "I petticoated her. And I assigned Brigitte exclusively to be her personal maid. Brigitte very quickly tamed any and all of Little Miss Kyra's tomboyish ambitions. Didn't she, my dear little daughter?' 'Yes, Mummy Dearest,' I responded. And then, just for good measure, my Mother asked me, 'And how do you feel about boys and trousers now, my Dear?' 'I find the thought of wearing trousers repugnant. Dresses are ever so much more fun to wear! Especially the frilly party dresses my Mummy buys for me, Dear Ms. Anderson.' I continued. 'Most boys have no idea how much more fun it is to wear dresses and petticoats. I hate pants!' My Mother smiled approvingly. Billy anderson looked at me, as if he were trying to imagaine for even a minute how I had ever been a tomboy. I made froufrou with my petticoat layers. I fingered their lacy hems. And I glared at that mean little boy...who was now getting his comeuppance. And I loved it. Ms. Anderson flipped another page in the scrapbook and looked at her now-petticoated stepson. 'I especially like this little ad.' And then she started to read. But before she could begin, little billy anderson moved his head from his buried hands, looked at his Stepmother with his tear-stained eyes, and pleaded for Her to stop. "Please, Stepmummy...puhleeze....please stop......'
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Ms. Anderson glared icily at billy...laughed at him...and continued reading, 'Be glad YOU are a girl so you can wear these especially bouffant six-tiered starched net petticoats...adorned with lavish lace trim on each petticoat layer...fit for only the most ultrafeminine little miss...' Ms. Anderson paused, and added, teasingly, or should I say, 'sisssssssssss...' Her voice trailed off. She looked at her petticoated stepson, and ordered him to 'explain yourself, young man,' her voice dripping with sarcasm as she addressed lher stepson as 'man.' My Mother ridiculed the little boy, "My, my, my, sissy boy. How long have you been cutting your sweet little petticoat ads out of the newspapers and magazines? Hmmmm? Is that your shameful little secret? I knew it. I just knew it. All along you have secretly wanted to wear dainty bouffant party slips and frilly party dresses, haven't you, little boy?' Billy's face was red with embarrassment. How utterly sweet and feminine, little boy!' Ms. Anderson interrupted her stepson's quiet sobbing with another bombshell. "Of course, what my dear little boy does not know is that I have known about his naughty little collection from the time he first started. His very first petticoat! And, of course, I just HAD to go out and purchase each and every one I found that he had cut out of the magazines and added to his little photo album collection. I have dozens of petticoats and party slips hidden away in a very secret part of the house. Billy's stunned face looked at his Stepmother. 'Oh...n...n..noooooooooo, Stepmummy........puhleeze.......I didn't mean anything by it........really, I didn't.' He wasn't convincing. 'How delightful!' My mother taunted. "A sissy.....mincing about the house.....in stiff rustling party slips and petticoats. A perfect candidate for petticoat discipline. A willing sissy...ready to accept his feminized fate. Yes, my sweet little sissy boy...' Mother paused, before dropping yet another bombshell...'Brigitte will be very happy to be working for your Stepmother for the next YEAR!...'
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The ladies in the room who had listened intently to Madame Chadwick were stunned. "OMG," exclaimed ~L~ynn's friend, Angie. "Do you mean your own personal maid, Brigitte, went to work for Ms. Anderson, Madame?" "Yes, Dear!" Madame responded. Brigitte left that evening with Ms. Anderson and little billy anderson. She actually worked as Ms. Anderson's personal maid to her stepson for several years. She was employed to specifically petticoat and sissify billy. My Mother had known Brigitte through a mutual friend of hers. And even though I was a girl, I had made the fatal mistake, at least in the eyes of my Mother, of acting too tomboyish. So I, too, was petticoated. It was not uncommon to petticoat tomboys as well as recalcitrant little boys and, in billy's case, bad boys with latent sissy tendencies. Brigitte had been trained by a Mademoiselle Deschamps in Paris. My Mother knew Madame Deschamps and quickly became interested in petticoat discipline. My Mother did not actually practice it directly, however, until I left for college. She had, however, overseen its successful implementation on me. And...of course, on little billy. "How long were you petticoated, Madame?" asked the beautiful Dr. Jennifer Haynes. "I was fist petticoated at the age of nine and did not graduate from little girl-style party dresses and petticoats until my sixteenth birthday," Madame responded. I was home-schooled by a Governess. And after Brigitte left to join Ms. Anderson and billy, Brigitte's twin sister, Colette, was employed by my Mother to personally supervise my own training to be the perfect little girl. Occasionally, Mother's ladyfriends would bring one of their sons to our home for Sunday tea and, of course, I would be properly frocked and petticoated for the ladies and their little male charges to see. But my experience with little billy was the only time I actually saw my Mother use her expertise and put a boy in petticoats. I must say, dear ladies, I was mesmerized by the power and almost hypnotic control my frilly party dreses and petticoats had on those poor little unsuspecting sissies who would come to visit my Mother. But I loved it! I remember at the age of fifteen being forced to wear one of he daintiest and frilliest little party frocks I can ever remember wearing. White bridal satin. Lacy. VERY lacy. And the skirt was extremely full and billowing. My
Mother had ordered me to wear a six-tiered starched crinoline bouffant party slip and TWO six-tiered matching starched crinoline petticoats. I had never heard or felt my skirts rustle like that in my life. Never. I was so embarrassed...at the age of fifteen! But I dared not disobey my Mother. The guests that Sunday afternoon were a lady and her 11-year-old nephew. His name was Percy. A little on the smallish side. I was bigger than Percy. The lady was his Aunt Helen. She was beautiful. She made Percy sit on the sofa right next to her. As I served tea, I knew Percy couldn't keep his greedy little eyes off my lace petticoats. And my dainty little party dress, of course, was so short and so frilly I couldn't conceal my pettis. I remember as I served Percy's tea to him, I took my time, slowly taking his tea cup and saucer, asking hin how much sugar he wanted, and then slowly pouring the hot tea into his cup. When I asked the little boy if there was anything else I could get for him, he just stared at me. At my swishing lacy petticoat hems. I giggled. And in my girliest voice possible, I asked him if he liked my petticoats. It caught Percy by surprise. His Aunt laughed. Percy just froze. So I move closer to Percy, took my right hand, and raised the white satin skirt of my party dress up just a bit to reveal my lacy petticoat layers. I fingered the lacy hems, commenting to Percy that "Little boys just don't know what they're missing. Isn't it a sham that they can't wear frilly party dresses and petticoats, too? They are ever so much more fun than those dull old trousers." That poor boy broke out in a cold sweat. And when his Aunt Helen asked me to join him on the sofa, I finished serving tea, returned to the spot on the sofa beside Percy, slowly smoothed out my skirts before sitting down, and squeezed in right next to him. It was so funny. My billowing petticoats spilled out all over Percy's lap. And because he was wearing short shorts, the lacy hems covered his little hairless legs. I laughed at his predicament. He didn't know what to do. Sooooo........I fingered MY lace as the petticoats rested on HIS legs. I slowly grabbed one of his trembling little hands, he was weak.....so weak....like a sissy.....and 'invited' him to touch MY lace. He tried to resist. But it was obvious he was a sissy. That 'deer-in-the-headlight look of fear in his eyes. And his inability to resist. So I forced him to finger my lace while I commented...again...how much more fun it was to be a girl. And when he tried to remove his hand from the pile of white lace and net, I stopped him. I made him keep his hand right there, buried in my lace..."
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Madame Chadwick continued, "That little boy, Percy, turned red in the face with embarrassment. He never once tried to pull his little hand away. He was soooooo weak! I knew right then that I wanted to dominate every single man I ever encountered. And when I readied myself for college, my dear Mother and I had a long conversation about her vast experience and knowledge of petticoat discipline and feminization. She told me that She and a very select closed circle of ladyfriends of hers were in very high demand from wealthy, often aristocratic European families desiring Her to 'tame' disobedient and disrespectful males as well as latent sissies and yes, dear ladies, even the occasional tomboy. When She told me how much She was compensated for her services, I begged Her to allow me to follow in Her footsteps. I attended the very best schools and universities in France and England and majored in Psychology, with an emphasis in adolescents and behavior modification. And I have been satisfying clients ever since. I love nothing more than the complete subjugation and sissification of males. Humiliating and embarrassing them while I slowly feminize them by intense petticoating gives me great pleasure. I find it quite amusing as I crush every last vestige of their masculinity." Suddenly there was a knock at the door to the parlor in which the ladies were sitting. As Dr. Jennifer Haynes got up to open the door, the ladies were delighted to see their tall beautiful blonde girlfriend, still frocked and petticoated just as Madame Chadwick had ordered, and poor rob, also frocked and petticoated just as Madame Chadwick had ordered. ~L~ynn dragged her boyfriend by the hand to the middle of the room, their petticoats swishing and rustling musically. "Madame Chadwick," ~L~ynn said. "Yes my dear," responded Madame. "Now that little master robby and I are betrothed, he would like to make a request of you, if you please." Yes, the marriage certificate had been signed by rob in the bedroom...that frilly ultrafeminine boudoir...surrounded by racks of frilly party dresses...while the beautiful ~L~ynn had had her little boytoy all to herself. Madame's law degree had qualified her to marry couples. And now it was done. rob had never had a chance to resist. The beautiful blonde's abject femininity and dominance had ovewhelmed him. "Of course, my dear ~L~ynn. And let all of us be among the very first to congratulate you on your marriage to little rob. I am quite certain that you will give him the guidance and the discipline that he has been lacking. Now, my dear rob, what is it you wish to ask Madame? And do NOT forget to curtsey, young man," Madame added. The poor little man dropped his best girly curtsey yet. He held his form until Madame allowed him to stand and face her. "Now my dear little boy, what is it that you request of Madame?" "Um...Um..uh...I...I...," rob's face reddened. The beautiful women in the room were staring intently at him. ~L~ynn was standing tall, a triumphant look on her face, her hands on her hips. Rob nervously plucked at the skirts of his short satin party dress. "Um, Madame....I...I need a...a...um....Governess....to feminize.......sissify.........and to......um.....um.....pet...ti....coat..............me." "I completely agree, young man. Do you have anybody in mind, rob?" rob gulped. "Y...Y...es, Madame. We," he looked at the beautiful blonde ~L~ynn, "er...um....I...was hoping that...that...You...would be my Governess, Madame." "Why how very sweet of you, rob!" Madame exclaimed.
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"What do you say to Madame Chadwick, Honey?" ~L~ynn prompted her boytoy. rob gulped. He stammered again, "Thank you, Madame.....um...um....I'll promise to...to...to.........be.......a.......goood.....................little..........boyyyyyyy." And then he dropped another deep respectful curtsey. His face burned with shame as all of the beautiful women in the room giggled. "Hmmmmmm...." said Madame, "So you admit that you have been a bad little boy, rob?" "Y....yes, Madame." He looked shamefaced down at the floor. "And you are fully aware of how I discipline bad little boys, rob?" "Y...yes, Madame." "And just how do I discipline bad little boys, rob?" "You petticoat them, Madame." "Very good, master robbbie!" Madame answered. Then She added, "And I feminize them, rob. I sissify them slowly, and crush every little bit of remaining masculinity in them. A weak, limp-wristed docile and subservient little sissy who will come to abhor and detest anything even remotely masculine. An ultrafeminine feminized girly boy whose only purpose will be to serve and amuse women and girls. I will humiliate you and embarrass you in public. I intend to make YOU the most feminine sissy I have EVER petticoated. Do I make myself clear, young master robbie?" All eyes were on the hapless little man. "Beg me to petticoat you, rob.......beg me." The shamefaced little man desperately looked at his new bride for help. But the stunningly beautiful and feminine blonde just stood triumphantly with her hands still on her hips, her own lacy petticoat layers proudly displaying themselves from beneath her ultra-short and ultrafeminine little girl party dress. Her feminine beauty was too much for him. The room was silent, save for the occasional rustle and swish of petticoats, satin, and lace. rob stood frozen. And then, s-l-o-w-l-y, very slowly, he dropped yet another dutiful curtsey and begged the powerful Madame Chadwick to "please petticoat me. I promise to obey You, Madame Chadwick." Madame looked at the beautiful ~L~ynn and asked her if it was Her desire to hire a Governes for her "sissy husband." "Absolutely, Madame," ~L~ynn coldly answered. "I will pay you anything you want." "Then is it my understanding that all of your husband's funds have been transferred to your name, my dear?" "Done." ~L~ynn responded. "Excellent, my dear!" exclaimed Madame. "I intend for rob to be my final project before I pass on all of my clients to my niece, Lacey. She is a bright young woman who is learning very fast. I intend to make rob my ultimate model for success and wish for Lacey to witness his transformation. So she will be assisting me." "Whatever You say, Madame," ~L~ynn agreed quickly. "Excellent! My fee will be $25 million for five years. Lacey will be compensated one million per year to serve as my assistant. I will be hiring two maids for rob. They will live here on the premises. I will be paying them at least $250 thousand per year with a special 'petticoating bonus,' payable at the end of their fifth year. I will also be hiring a fulltime dressmaker whose specialty, of course, will be those adorable frilly little party dresses which I intend to keep rob in. There will be additional expenses incurred as we move along. But I can guarantee you OPTIMUM results." rob never said a word. The women in the room were stunned. They had no idea Madame Chadwick was able to charge these prices. But it was obvious She had dealt with the wealthy and the aristocratic, just as her mother had done. "A drop in the bucket, Madame," said ~L~ynn. "Right, Honey?" She asked rob. "Yes, dear," rob answered. "YOU will address Ms. ~L~ynn as 'Auntie ~L~ynn' fron now on, sissyboy. Do I make myself clear?" Madame demanded coldly. Her voice was like thunder. She was taking charge. "Y...y...es, Madame." rob meekly answered.
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Madame Chadwick turned to ~L~ynn. "My dear, I have no doubt that little robbie and I are going to get along just splendidly. Of course, I must emphasize that even the slightest mistake on his part during his training will result in severe punishment. Most boys like rob here require a period of intensive reinforcement before they actually realize the true gravity of their predicament. But I have numerous methods quite effective in reducing any resistance they might attempt to exhibit. Eventually they do realize that what I am providing for them is for their own good. And I must emphasize to you, Ms. ~L~ynn, that I am in complete charge of young master rob. This also means, of course, that I will be in charge of you, too, as it relates to his sissification. If I detect any slip in your own femininity, my dear, I will not hesitate to petticoat you again." And then Madame smiled a wry smile, almost devilish,"I rather enjoy seeing you in a frilly party dress and petticoats, my dear. I suspect at some time in your younger years you, too, had tomboyish tendencies? Am I correct in that assumption, my dear?" The other women in the room, knowing ~L~ynn had not been privy to Madame's detailed description of Her own past, were on pins and needles as they awaited a response from ~L~ynn. "Why yes, how did you know, Madame?" "Oh, I have ways of knowing. Be extra careful, my dear, that those tendencies do not surface while I am in your employment, or you will find yourself in petticoats and frilly party dresses, too. Do I make myself clear?" Now ~L~ynn gulped. And she curtseyed respectfully to the powerful Madame Chadwick. "Yes, Madame." "Excellent! Now, my dear ~L~ynn, please take young master rob to the boudoir and change his attire. You may change yours too, my dear. A simple dress for you will be fine.........for now. As for young master rob, please attire him in the pale blue velvet Lord Fauntleroy sissy suit made especially for him. The white silk blouse, very lacy, should be just fine. If you should desire to add a lacy white camisole, there is one available. White stockings, the white satin and lace pantaloons, and matching Mary Janes should do nicely. I have him scheduled for an assessment in one hour. Then Madame looked squarely at rob, towering over the hapless sissy. "I always do my initial sissy assessment while the sissy is dressed in boy clothes. At the end of his training, however, he takes the same assessment wearing his frilliest little girl-style party dress and petticoats. It's always revealing...and often amusing...to compare his answers. Now......be a good little sissy for Madame and Auntie ~L~ynn while She prepares you for your first sissy assessment. Now.....curtsey for Madame, like a good little girly-boy."
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rob was getting nervous. "Assessment?" What was meant by that? He dropped a dutiful curtsey and Madame Chadwick dismissed him with a wave of her hand. And then, almost said as an afterthought, but certainly intended to get ~L~ynn's attention, Madame added, "Ms. ~L~ynn, while young master rob is getting his first sissy assessment, I have scheduled you for a fitting with the dressmaker...just in case, my dear. Those past tomboyish tendencies of yours have me just slightly concerned." ~L~ynn stopped dead in her tracks. She dutifully curtseyed to Madame Chadwick in the frilly satin party dress and petticoats she had ben ordered to wear by Madame. But Madame Chadwick also had an ulterior motive. She was sending a clear message to her latest male victim that Her power was absolute...extending even to ~L~ynn, and that there would be NO possibility that rob might consider getting ~L~ynn to change her mind about his fate. ~L~ynn turned and curtseyed again to Madame, answering, "Yes, Madame Chadwick." As ~L~ynn led rob from the parlor and shut the door, Madame then turned to Angie, ~L~ynn's friend, and casually asked, "And you, Angie, were you a tomboy or a girly girl?" Angie was caught off guard by Madame's question. "I was a tomboy, Madame." "While I appreciate your honesty, my dear, you, too, will meet with my dressmaker for measurements. If you expect to continue to attend these delightful little weekend getaways, you will be properly attired for our afternoon tea parties. I intend to petticoat you, my dear. A frilly little party dress and petticoats will be required of you, too. Proper feminine training also will be required of you, my dear." Angie was stunned. And yet she, too, was mesmerized by Madame Chadwick. A simple "yes, Ma'am" was all Angie was able to say. Dr. Jennifer Haynes was next. Hoping she might escape Madame's growing web of control, Dr. Haynes stammerd, "I..I was a real girly-girl, Madame." Madame bit her lip slightly, saying only, "You will be fitted by my dressmaker, my dear. There will be no exceptions." Dr. Haynes meekly said "Yes, Madame." A few minutes later, ~L~ynn returned with rob. ~L~ynn had changed into a pale yellow sundress while rob had been attired in his tight velvet shorts, matching short jacket, and frilly blouse, stockings, and Mary Janes. "Come here, young man, and let me get a closer look at you. Does your delightful little sissy suit make you feel more masculine? After all, you DID say you wanted your trousers back, didn't you?" Madame said sarcastically. "Do you miss your petticoats? Did you cry when Auntie ~L~ynn took you out of your frilly party dress? Admit it, sissy. Dresses are so much more fun to wear, aren't they? Especially the short frilly ones? All satiny and lacy? All girly? Wouldn't my dear little sissy boy rather be wearing a frilly little party dress? Hmmmm?" rob refused to answer. Madame remarked to the ladies, "Any time you put a sissy in trousers you rin the risk of him thinking he has regained some semblance of his masculinity. And this is precisely why petticoating is the only totally effective method of complete feminization and sissification. Ver soon I will have him back in his frilly little party dresses...permanently. Go to your room, sissy. Now." Madame ordered rob. "Yes, Madame," rob answered. And again Madame dismissed the brazen little man with a wave of her hand. "And close the door behind you." After rob left the room, he walked back to the frilly boudoir where the frilly dresses were displayed on dress racks throughout the room. The girly room. Pink...white...satiny...lacy...ultrafeminine. Where rob had signed the marriage license to wed ~L~ynn after hours of slow feminine torture by the beautiful blonde. The room where, with a few clicks of the computer, his funds had been transferred to ~L~ynn. The room where, if you were a sissy, you had no hope of ever recovering your masculinity. When he opened the door, he stopped dead in his tracks. There was someone sitting at the makeup table. On the pale pink satin cushioned settee. She was putting on makeup. Using a large blush brush and gently brushing her cheeks. And without turning around, she said, "Come in and shut the door. You don't mind if I play with your makeup, do you, sissy?" "It's not...my...makeup," rob feebly responded. "The young woman laughed mockingly, "Of course it's not. You're a boy! And boys would NEVER wear makeup. Right?" She added sarcastically. "Come over here and let me get a better look at you. "Who are you?" rob asked, desperation in his voice. "Come here and I'll tell you, rob. You're not scared of me, are you? I mean, certainly a big strong boy like you wouldn't be scared of a girly girl like me," she laughed. "Here, come sit next to me while I finish playing in this makeup...whoever's makeup it is. We can chat." She patted the spot on the settee next to her. And as rob got closer, he was stunned at what she was wearing. Her petticoats were everywhere! And when he saw her reflection in the lighted makeup mirror, he saw the lavishly lacy bodice and thin satin straps over her shoulders. It was a bouffant party slip...and was it ever sooooo feminine. It looked to be of stiffly starched white crinoline net. Extensive white lacy hems embellished each petticoat layer. As he cautiously moved to sit down, the young woman took her left hand and lifted up Her multi petticoat layers which had spilled out lacily over the bench. "Now you can sit down," She ordered. "Go ahead, I won't bite," She laughed. And he did. And as soon as he did, She released the lacy layers of her petticoats and allowed them to spill out over his exposed little legs. Lace was everywhere! And when the poor little man attempted to move them, She took her hand and firmly stopped him. "You're not scared of a few petticoats, are you?" She laughed. She turned and looked at rob. What he saw was beautiful, feminine, and just slightly androgynous. Her very short jet-black hair, almost boyishly cut. Her intense brown eyes. The palest of blue eyeshadow. Rosy pink cheeks. And deep red lipstick to remove any doubt that, despite her androgynous haircut, she was all woman. Feminine. Very feminine. "I'm Lacey. I am Auntie Kyra's niece. And you must be rob?" "Y...y...yessssss." "It's 'Yes, Miss Lacey.' Do you understand?" She glared right into his frightened eyes. "Now, let's try this again. "I'm Lacey. And you must be rob." "Yes.....Miss Lacey." "There! That's better." "Do you like my petticoats, rob?" She fingered the lacy layers as they spilled over his bare legs. rob said nothing. "Well? It's okay for a boy to compliment a Girl on Her petticoats. It makes Her feel feminine. Soooooo...do you like My petticoats? I wore them just for you...just for tonight...Auntie Kyra says you have a special fetish for petticoats...and frilly dresses. Maybe I'll wear a pretty pink satin party dress for you one night...with oodles of petticoats...and let you see them. Would you like that, sissy?" "I'm not a sissy," rob suddenly fired back. "Oh REALLY!?!" She freshened her eyeshadow. And then She took the large blush brush in Her hand, swirled it in the compact, tapped off the excess powder, and gently brushed Her cheeks. Then She took the brush and pointed it directly at rob. "Okay, if you insist. But I have ways of finding out. And when I find out you haven't been truthful with me..." rob iterrupted Lacey. "No! Really. I'm not a sissy. They just think I am. I'm just pretending." The beautiful Lacey raised her eyebrows, moved closer to rob, and stated mattter of factly, "You need to be petticoated, rob. You know it. And I know it. Because you're a weak little man. A sissy boy. Every frilly party dress in this girly little bedroom of yours I am going to see you in. And so many more. You can't help it rob. You're a pathetic little man who needs desperately to be put in his place once and for all. My Auntie will see to that. Make no mistake. You're going to wearing frilly little dresses for a very long time. Because that's what sissies wear. Because they just can't help it. Auntie plans to slowly feminize and sissify you so that She can savor every moment of it. I've seen Her take boys far more masculine than you and turn them into simpering frilly girly boys. It's so much fun to watch. The humiliation and embarrassment as they are slowly stripped of their masculinity. Their immersion into ultrafeminine party dresses and petticoats. Their feminine mannerisms. Their limp wrists. Their mincing about in petticoats. Their curtseying. Their obsession with makeup. It's all going to happen to you, rob. And there is no turning back. Besides, you couldn't resist even if you wanted to..."
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Lacey finished freshening her makeup and turned to face the little man again. She moved her petticoats from rob's exposed legs and discovered the lavish white lace trim of his white satin pantaloons exposing themselves from beneath the short tight velvet shorts he was wearing. Lacey fingered the lacy trim of his pantaloons. She giggled. "I am surprised Auntie didn't put you in the pale pink sissy boy suit." She laughed gaily. "I need to give you your initial sissy assessment, rob. And I expect truthful answers. Why don't you get two chairs from the parlor area of this delightfully feminine boudoir and place them over among the frilly party dresses. Those dresses are just to-die-for, especially for a sissy. I think that should give you and me some added ambiance for our little chat. We'll just record our little chat on tape and that way I won't be interrupted by having to write down all of your responses. Okay?" Lacey was femininely disarming. She stood up, femininely shook out any wrinkles, real or imagined, in her snow white net and lace petticoat layers, and ordered rob to retrieve two chairs. He returned with two white French provincial chairs with pale pink leather. They were somewhat narrow chairs, but not severely straight-back. As Lacey moved the chairs strategically next to several racks of especially frilly pink dresses, she stopped, smoothed out her pettis before sitting, and slowly slid into her chair. She ordered rob to take a seat, too. "Make yourself comfortable, rob. Just think of me as your big sister. She reached out to momentarily caress one of the frilly satin dresses on the dress rack, examining the lavish lace trim, and lifted the stiff satin skirt to critique the two attached net and organdy petticoats, adding permanent fullness to the skirt of the dress. "This is such a full skirt. At least three petticoats could be worn under this frilly little confection. That's every little sissy's dream...especially one who is being petticoated. Wouldn't you agree, robbie?" He refused to answer. She laughed and fingered the lacy layers of her own bouffant pettis. "I'm going to start the recorder...but I'm going to hide it. Out of sight...out of mind. That way we can have a much more delightful conversation. I will ask you a series of questions, rob. Some will involve scenarios. Some will be word association. Others will be agree or disagree statements. If you're not a good boy, honest and truthful with Miss Lacey, I might have to force you into a frilly little party dress. Okay?" Before he could say anything, she said, "Just relax, and enjoy our chat together. Here's a scenario I know you are all too familiar with." She winked at him. "You are in Nordstroms. You have just entered the store and you are making your way through the Cosmetics Department. Several beautiful salesgirls are doing makeovers for beautiful young women and girls seated in the chairs. Do you walk quickly, briskly, without trying to look. Or......do you take yor time.....slowly enjoying the view and envying the right of real girls to sit in public while a beautiful woman plays with all kinds of fun makeup. Well, rob...what do YOU do?" "I don't look at that stuff. I usually avoid Cosmetics altogether." Lacey raised her eyebrows, "Really!?" Hmmmmm...remember what I said about being truthful, rob. Next question." Lacey then took the thin white satin strap of her bouffant party slip and lowered the right side of the lacy bodice of the slip to reveal the frilliest, most feminine, white satin and lace bra rob had EVER seen. A pale pink bow nestled in the middle, between the cups. The satiny pushup bra was exquisite white chantilly lace with a pale pink satin ribbon running through the middle. Two exquisite br# ( " at " ) $!% of size 34 filled the lacy cups. They were gorgeous! Lacey moved closer to rob so he could feast his greedy sissy eyes on her lacy bra. "Do you like my bra, rob? Isn't it just tooooooooo feminine? I love being a girl. Now...here's the question: Are your eyes focused on my bra or my 'girls?'" rob gulped. Lacey said, "I'm waiting for an answer, rob." "Your 'girls,' of course," he responded, sounding predictably defensive. "I think you were looking at my bra, rob. I'm really disappointed. I picked this bra especially for our chat this evening. I know how much you love lace!" Next question, a simple 'yes' or 'no' will do. Have you ever painted your fingernails?" "No." He responded quickly. "Okay. That will change." Lacey laughed. The next is a scenario. You are in a room. Call it a sitting room or a parlor. Four people are in the room: An Auntie; A Governess; A very feminine French Maid wearing the most decadently feminine satin uniform imaginable with oodles of white lace petticoats displaying themselves; and a poor little boy who has been quite naughty and is about to meet his Governess for the first time. We'll call him the'victim.' With whom do you identify with the most?" "The victim," rob shamefacedly responded. "Very good! Now that's more like it. Next. Which do YOU prefer? A $2000 black Armani suit or an ultrashort, ultrafeminine frilly little satin and lace party dress? This is an easy one for you, I'm sure," Lacey laughed sarcastically. "The Armani suit," rob answered. "Really?! Are you sure?" Lacey laughed. "Yes, I am sure. I'm not a sissy. I'm not!" "Next...perfume or cologne?" "Cologne," rob answered quickly. "Golf outing or tea party?" Lacey asked. "Golf, of course." rob answered. Lacey continued, "Bad boy or girly girl?" "Bad boy," answered rob. "Let's try a couple of word associations. When I say a word, give me the first three words that come to mind. Okay?" rob nodded. "Lace," said lacey. "Lace?" rob asked rhetorically, an embarrassed look on his face. Lacey knew she had hit a nerve. "Yes, rob...LACE." She took her fingers and toyed with her lacy petticoat layers. "Like the lace on my petticoats," she emphasized. rob hesitated. "Cat got your tongue, rob? Hmmm.... rob said, "I'm thinking." "That's NOT what I said you were to do. Now, I am gong to say the word one more time...LACE." "Sissy...feminine....girly..." Lacey smiled to herself and thought it interesting that the word "sissy" would come out of his mouth first. "Agree or disagree with this statement: Bad little boys should be petticoated..."
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Again, rob froze. Lacey loved it. "Do you need me to repeat the statement for you, rob?" She then reached for some lipstick, removed the top from the narrow tube, and began to slowly reveal the deep red creamy lipstick. She held it in her right hand. "Think about it, rob. Bad little boys should be petticoated." She took the tube and just before she moved closer to the makeup mirror, she asked, "You DO know what petticoating is, don't you, rob?" Silence. She laughed. "Well, don't you?" And then she applied the creamy red lipstick to her lips, pursed them, pursed them again...and again, for good measure...and applied a second coat, looking exasperated at his inability to answer the question. Holding the lipstick close to him, she examined his face as though imagining what he might look like if she were to apply a coat of the deep red creamy substance to him. She moved closer to him, pointing the tube of lipstick at him, "Answer the question. Bad little boys should be petticoated." "Y...yessss, I guess so." "You don't sound very sure of yourself, rob....Okay, here's a scenario for you, somewhat related to the last question. You have a beautiful girlfriend. The sex is great. And she asks you, out of the blue, to skip your normal day with the guys on a Saturday to attend a tea party with some of her closest girlfriends. You reluctantly agree to attend. After all, you reason, in your most obnoxious male way of thinking, that since the sex has been so good, why not? When you arrive, there are five or six of her best girlfriends at the party. Suddenly tea is served by an extremely feminine little girl, or maybe it's a boy, in a very frilly short satin party dress...just like the dresses here in your bedroom, rob. It could be any one of these frilly little dresses. And, or course, you can't help but notice the layers upon layers of stiff lace petticoats exposing themselves as this feminine little creature serves tea to the ladies..and to you. Throughout this exercise, the ladies are giggling. As you are served your tea, you think you notice a trace of makeup on this person's face. Yes...you are positive,,,it IS makeup, a little blush perhaps, lip gloss maybe. And then, one of the ladies exclaims, HE is simply adorable! How precious!" Then the ladies, all of them, including your own girlfriend, begin to tease him. They make him show his petticoats to them. They make him sit on their laps while they play with his lacy petticoat hems. And when he makes his way to your girlfriend's lap, she smiles at you, and taunts the little boy, calling him a sissy. The little boy starts to cry. "I am NOT a sissy! I'm NOT! I don't want to wear dresses! I want my pants back." The room grows silent. Your girlfriend looks at you. "I have an ideal, ladies. Since there is only ONE 'man' here with us, we'll let HIM make the decision. He can be objective. The petticoated little boy quickly nods "yes, yes, yes." He KNOWS you won't betray him. You're a male. And then, the room is silent, all eyes are on you, and the boy's mother recants a littany of disrespectful and mischievous deeds her little boy has perpetrated. She is a single mother. She has given her son numerous chances to correct his behavior. She discusses how petticoating him has finally tamed his boyish spirits. When she is finished, your beautiful girlfriend looks at you and asks, 'Okay, Rob, we are all waiting. Do we give him back his trousers or do we keep him in frilly dresses?'" Lacey pauses, puts the cap on the tube of lipstick, croses her legs slowly, and forces rob to answer the question. He answers with one word. "Dresses." "Good answer, rob! A good honest answer. And for what it's worth, I agree with you. Of course, I am sure that doesn't come as a surprise to you," she laughed. "Now I am going to give you a series of words again. Choose one each time. Here's the first: Lock or key?" "Lock," rob answered. "Next...tomboy or girly girl?" "Tomboy." rob answered. "Are you sure?" Lacey countered. She looked at all of the frilly little dresses surrounding them, and asked him again, "Are you sure...tomboy?" "Remember, I warned you about being truthful. If you are not, I'm going to make you try on dresses for me. Now...I'm going to ask you one more time. Tomboy or girly girl?" "Girly girl," rob said this time. Lacey smiled. "That's better. I knew it." "Next: Pink or blue?" "Blue," rob said. "Excuse me?" Lacey fired back. "If you were in my charge, I wouldn't even let you wear a pale blue satin party dress.I'd keep you in pink and white. Now...one more time...Pink or blue?" "Pink," he said dejectedly. "Ballet or baseball?" "Baseball. Definitely baseball," rob answered with conviction. "Do you ever watch ballet, rob?" "A few times." "And when you watch ballet, are your eyes focused on the ballerinas......or the tutus?" rob's face reddened. He didn't need to answer. Lacey knw. "I can't wait to see you in your first ballerina's tutu. Auntie will make sure you are wearing ruffled lace sissy panties underneath. Of that you can be certain." The beautiful young woman laughed. "Okay, next: Cotton candy or beer?" "Beer." "Next: An exquisite lace-trimmed ivory color satin minislip from Farr West or a six-tier bouffant party slip of crisp starched white net trimmed in ruffled white lace and accented with pale pink satin bows?" "You know the answer to that. You know what I am going to say." "Say it." rob swallowed hard. "The bouffant party slip." "Good boy!" Lacey exclaimed...
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"Here's a scenario for you, okay? It's late afternoon and you are driving in your car, passing through a small town, far from home. You drive past a shop and notice that the display windows are full of frilly party dresses and petticoats. The whole window is full of them. Just like the dresses surrounding us." Lacey reaches out to caress a white satin party dress with attached layers of white tulle. "You decide to drive around the block again, only this time you drive slower. Much slower. The third time around the block you park your car down the street. You get out of your car. You reassure yourself that nobody in this quaint little town even knows you, so you relish in your anonymity. Now you walk slowly toward the dress shop. And you walk slowly past the display windows. And there are so many dresses! One just as frilly as the next. So......you turn around and, of course, you walk past the display windows again. Only this time you slow your pace. You take just a few moments to glance inside. And ALL you see are hundreds of these frilly dresses...on display racks....hanging on the walls...and even hanging from overhead. You want to go in. You desperately want to see the inside. Nobody will know you. The store hours on the sign tell you the store will be closing in 30 minutes. You desperately try to think of an excuse you can use if you dare to enter this sanctuary of ultra girly femininity. You're shopping for your niece...for your daughter...but what about sizes?...should you purchase one of those lovely confections and take it with you...oh my...you're sweating...your heart's beating faster....through the window is the silhouette of a young woman in a little black dress...obviously a sales associate...the dresses are soooooooooooo frilly....white satin....full skirts.....so many petticoats would need to be worn under a dress like those........you desperately want to move among the display racks that are so close together that it will be imposssible for you not to brush up against the gleaming rustling pink and white satin...this chance may never come again...what do you do? What do you do, robbie?" rob seemed mesmerized by what he had just heard. Lacey looked at him eye to eye. And then she waited. "I don't know...I...I...don't know...what I would do. I don't think I could go in. I just wouldn't have the cou........rage...." Oh, what was he saying, he thought to himself. Lacey asked him, "Why not, rob? Would you be too intimidated by all of those frilly little dresses? Or would you not be able to explain yourself to the beautiful young salesgirl? Or maybe both? Hmmmmm...?" She waited for him to answer. "I...I...don't know. It would be too embarrassing." "So what you are saying is that you wouldn't even be man enough to go inside. That the femininity would frighten you? Intimidate you? I thought so." She continued, not waiting for his answer. "Okay, here's one I need you to answer for me. Petticoat punishment: Guilty pleasure or necessary evil?..."
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Lacey smiled. She giggled at rob in her girliest voice. And then she patted her hand on the top of her billowing bouffant petticoats. "Come here." rob looked at her. She said it again. "Come here, SISSSSSSSY." Her voice was more authoritative. Again she patted her right hand on top of her billowing white lace petticoats. "You heard me. Don't make me have to ask you again, you naughty little boy." rob swallowed hard. He got up slowly out of his chair and moved next to Lacey. "That's better. Now.....sit on Lacey's lap...and answer the question...honestly." The smallish little man lowered himself onto the beautiful young woman's lap. He was engulfed in a sea of billowing net and lace. "Now, I'll ask you one more time. "Petticoat Punishment: Guilty pleasure or necessary evil?" Then she gently...but firmly took rob's shaking hand and forced him to finger the lacy layers of her stiff white rustling peticoats. She led his trembling little fingers over Her lace. His red face was sweating. His breathing became more labored. "Do my petticoats make you nervous? Does my lace intimidate you? Petticoat Punishment is such a guilty pleasure, isn't it, my dainty little sissy boy?"...
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This beautiful androgynous young woman giggled girlishly. Her flowery perfume wafted among the rustle and swish of her stiff net and lace petticoats. She fingered her lacy petti layers. Forcing the little sissy man to finger Her lace with Her, She taunted him. "I LOVE being a girl! And I LOVE forcing sissies into frilly dresses! I suppose it's one of MY 'guilty pleasures!'" She paused. "We'll come back to that question, sissy! Next question. This is a scenario. I have decided that we're going to play one hand of poker. Standard five card draw. No wild cards. The winner gets to tell the loser what to wear. And it MUST come from the clothing in this frilly boudoir. I deal you five cards and I deal myself five cards. You ask for three cards and I ask for none. I call you with a pair of tens. You know you have a pair of jacks. But.......you think......you wonder.......do you show me the pair of jacks or..........." Lacey giggled. Smiled at her boytoy sitting on her lap. Looked around the ultrafeminine room, deliberately glancing at the the racks of frilly dainty party dresses displayed everywhere, and continued...."or do you simply fold your cards and say, 'You win.' You may even try to look discouraged and upset that you have lost. Because you know what I am going to do to you, don't you? Hmmmmmm...? Of course you do. I'm going to 'force' you to remove those silly little sissy shorts of yours, those 'boy clothes,' and put you into one of these frilly dresses. And, of course, I'm going to petticoat you. But before I put you into a frilly party dress, I'm going to put you in petticoats, force you to sit down in front of the vanity, and put on makeup. And as you are doing this, I am going to laugh at you and tell you that you are never going to wear trousers again. Ever! And you know you are not going to be able to resist me. Because I am too feminine for you....."
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Lacey was sensual, feminine, beautiful, and ever so slightly boyish-looking enough to arouse the deep inner sissy feelings in any sissy boy. Her steely eyes pierced deep into the soul of any pantywaist. And She especially enjoyed toying with those little males who were desperately clinging on to that last faint hope that maybe...just maybe...they might suddenly reclaim enough masculinity to enable them to resist their inevitable fate. Her dear Auntie Kyra (Chadwick) had taught Her that the sissy who had intense fetishistic tendencies for the most ultrafeminine of little girl party dresses and delightfully stiff lace petticoats was the most vulnerable...and consequently, the most fun to humiliate, femininze, and sissify. After all, her Auntie had carefully explained, those sissies had chosen the most emasculating attire imaginable and their excitement only heightened with each and every new humiliation. They simply were powerless to resist. And Lacey was the perfect contradiction: exquisitely ultrafeminine and yet just androgynous enough to send any sissy into complete and total submission. "Sooooooo........rob..........what would you do? Would you deliberately lose the hand, fold your cards......and submit? Or.......would you be 'man' enough to show the me your winning hand and 'force' ME into a frilly little party dress? Hmmmm.....? Decisions decisions. What WOULD you do?" She giggled. She toyed with the lacy frills of his exposed bloomers. "Would you finally be man enough to order ME to dress for you?" "I'd show you my winning hand." rob proclaimed. "Oh, you would, would you? Really? Are you sure?" "Y-y-y-yessss." rob said, his voice full of doubt. Lacey giggled. "Next question," Lacey continued. On a scale of 1-10, one being the least feminine and ten being the most feminine, how would you rate MY femininity?" Lacey pursed her lipstick-coated lips slowly. Looked seriously at him, anxiously awaiting his response. "Eight..." rob responded. "Eight!?! Eight???" Lacey was incredulous. "Only an eight?" "We've got to do something about that, now, don't we?" She said. Lacey ordered rob off her lap. Looking around the room for a moment, the beautiful young woman, crossed her legs slowly, arranging Her layers of rustling white net and lace petticoats. She slowly got out of the chair, smoothed and fluffed her petticoats, and moved to the racks of frilly satin party dresses displayed all around the sissy boudoir. She went to a rack of ultra satiny, gleaming baby blue satin party frocks which were quite short, lacy, and had several attached stiff organdy petticoats sewn in to the skirts. She pulled one off the rack, shook it, it rustled enchantingly, held it up against her own beautiful body, played with the frilly petticoat layers of her bouffant party slip, and looked squarely at rob. "Sooooo....sissy....if I put this on will my femininity rating improve? Especially if I wear another petticoat underneath? Perhaps a five-tiered snow white crinoline with lacy hems and pretty little pink bows? A petticoat normally reserved for sissies...like yourself?" rob gulped. He was getting excited just thinking about how Lacey might look in that satin dress. It was such a dainty and frilly little dress. And he knew that once She put it on......well, he would be quite the subservient sissy. He desperately wanted to tell her that it wouldn't make any difference to him what She wore. But, of course, he knew he wouldn't. She added, "Maybe we could play a little game of poker after I put on a frilly dress and petticoats. Would you like that, robbie?" rob's breathing grew faster. He swallowed. He tried to say no. But Lacey persisted. "Is it true that ultrafeminine girly girls love to dominate and humiliate sissyboys? And is it also true that sissyboys simply cannot resist dominant girly girls? Hmmmmmm.....? She laughed gaily. Shook the satin party dress in front of the sissy. "HERE, hold this for me. Make yourself useful, sissy!" She took the dress, still on a matching baby blue satin covered hanger, and forced poor rob to hold the dress for Her. And then She moved to an armoire, swung open the top, and pulled out an immense white cloud froth of white net, exquisite white French lace, and small pale pink bows adorning the outer tier. The petticoat was magnificent!!!! OMG!!! "Perfect!" She exclaimed girlishly to herself. It, too, was attached to a satin hanger and was mini-length. She shook it in front of the hapless sissy. She shoved it in his other hand. "Soooooo....will THIS get me to a 'ten!?!'" The defeated little man simply nodded in the affirmative. "I thought so!" She exclaimed. "Wait right here. I'll be right back!" With that, Lacey took the frilly items from the awestruck little man and went into the bathroom. But She didn't shut the door. Instead, She hummed the tune, "I Enjoy Being A Girl." The loud swishing of the dress and petticoat was unmistakeable to rob. And in a few minutes, one of the most breathtaking sights he had ever seen emerged from the bathroom. The sissy little girl-styled baby blue satin party dress fit this beautiful young woman perfectly. As if IT had been made especially for Her. And, of course, the froth of white net and lace petticoat was displaying itself proudly as She made frou frou with her rustling skirts. In her 5-inch white stiletto heels, she now towered over him. Her limp-wristed approach towards him, mincing steps, was followed by a deep feminine curtsey. "I love my frilly dress!!!! Don't you?????" rob was speechles. "And don't you just love my petticoats? Aren't they simply to die for, robbie? Don't YOU wish YOU could wear petticoats like THESE? I love being a girl. A girly-girl. Now....let me ask you the question....again. On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate my femininity...now?" She moved next to him. faced him. Towered over him. Put her hands on her hips. Her petticoats lacily displaying themselves. "Uh....um.............ten." rob reponded. "That's better,"Lacey countered. Then She took her right hand and lifted the short satin skirt of her frilly dress up, revealing the pink bows on the outer tier of her lacy net petticoat. "Aren't the little pink satin bows just adorable?" rob didn't answer. Lacey reached out and took rob's hand, forcing him to feel the stiff net petticoats. "Feel my petticoats, sissy. I just bet your little sissy indicator is going wild, isn't 'he?'" She laughed. "Is your little soldier at attention for Miss Lacey? Now.......are you ready for a little game of poker, hmmmmm.....?"
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The hapless sissy's little "soldier" was now squarely at attention. It was raging. Lacey laughed mockingly, "Final question...before we play our one hand of poker. On a scale of one to ten, ten being the maximum...one being the minimum. How much of a little sissy girl do you consider yourself?" The beautiful dominant, slightly boyish-looking young woman pursed her painted lips. She made delightfully feminine frou frou with Her multilayered bouffant petticoats. She fingered her lace. "Well...sissy? One to ten. Give me an answer. An honest answer. "One." Rob said. "ONE???!!!" Lacey answered incredulously. "ONE!!!!!!!!! Come here! Sit beside me...here on the bed." She patted to a spot directly opposite her. And of course, Her generous display of white net, crinoline, and frothy lace spilled out everywhere around Her! She glared at rob. "One, indeed!" She dealt the cards. Rob looked at his hand. Four aces. Lacey repeated Her conditions for the loser of the hand. "The loser MUST submit totally to the winner. The loser will wear anything the winner insists on him wearing. That may even include what the winner might be wearing right now. Lacy teasingly looked down at the multitude of white net and lace that was spilling out from underneath her baby blue party frock. She fingered the lacy layers. Shook them. "I cannot wait to put you in petticoats," She declared. She was holding three Queens in her hand. And She knew rob had four aces, theoretically, of course, an unbeatable hand. "Decisions, decisions, girly-boy," Lacey said to rob. As rob sat on the bed holding his cards close to him, contemplating his future, Lacy teasingly asked him, "Do you like wearing petticoats, rob?" He didn't answer. Sweat ran from his brow. Lacey continued. "You know, little man, I believe sissies should be kept in frilly party dresses. All the time. Every single day. I wouldn't have it any other way." rob's sissy indicator continued to strain. "Ohhhhhh, is your little soldier trying to resist that super feminine little girl deep inside of you wanting to come out...and play? She's a real girly girl, rob, isn't she? And She wants YOU in petticoats, my dear little sissy man. And she isn't going to take 'no' for an answer." Lacey giggled. Raised the short skirts of her satin frock to allow even more glimpses of Her net petticoats. Revealed the pale pink satin bows adorning Her petticoats. Fingered the pink bows. And then caressed the baby blue satin of Her frilly party dress. "Sissies like you should never be allowed to wear blue. It's simply too masculine for you. Even when it's a frilly party dress. But because I am a real girl I can wear a frilly blue dress. But sissies...especially girly effeminate sissies like you, rob, must be constantly reminded and reinforced of their permanent petticoated submissive status. Soooooo...when I win this hand, I'll be putting you into something pink and frilly. Something VERY frilly. Lots of dainty lace. Very short, maybe midthigh. And oodles of stiff petticoats, of course, so the ladies can laugh at you and make fun of you when you are presented later for tea. And I'm going to need you to put on some makeup, of course. I may let you wear some pale blue eyeshadow. But only if you're a good little girl...."
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"...Maybe a hint of blusher for your cheeks. Of course, that's only if you have a losing hand. If you win, you get to make me wear anything you want. Prove your masculine superiority over me. Of course, we know better, don't we, rob?" Lacy laughed. "You've been a bad little boy, haven't you, rob? Searching those internet sites late at night..fantasizing about those poor little lads who desperately try to resist inevitable sissification and feminization. Your silly little denials of your desire to be petticoated. Your completel subservience to strong, dominant, yet beautiful feminine women. Women who delight in emasculating weak submissive pantywaists like yourself. Stories of those bad little boys firmly put in their place by forced feminization. Is it true you look at those frilly little party frocks sold on the internet? And do those dainty little dresses look just like those in here...in this frilly ultrafeminine boudoir? Are you so turned on by them that you will do anything...and I do mean anything...to be forced to wear them by a strong woman like myself? Even at the expense of abandoning...forever...your own masculinity? Are you willing to submit yourself to deep humiliation and embarrassment for the amusement and entertainment of beautiful, strong-willed, exquisitely feminine women who will demand that your petticoated status be permanent? And while I am on the subject of 'permanent,'" Lacy pulled the layers of her lacy petticoats up past her thighs and revealed the girliest of a pale pink and white tattoo. It was a bouffant petticoat. Dainty and pretty. And feminine. And powerful. "Isn't it pretty, rob?" She continued, "It is a constant reminder for me...and my victims...that when I pettticoat a sissy..it is indeed permanent..."
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Rob stared at the four aces he had been dealt by Lacy. Beads of sweat trickled down his face. And as he contemplated his fate, Lacy called his atention to the small five-drawer white lingerie chest by the pink satin canopied bed. "robbie, dear, would you open the top drawer to that adorable little lingerie chest for me, please? rob hesitated. "Pretty please?" Lacy giggled. "Go ahead...open it. You know you can't resist me. Be a good little girl. Don't make me have to punish you for disobedience. Go ahead. Lay your cards, face down, on the pink satin comforter and open the top drawer. I shan't ask you again." Lacy pursed her painted lips. Her lacy petti layers were everywhere. And slowly rob acquiesced. And when the long narrow drawer was opened, a sweet feminine scent escaped as rob's horrified eyes discovered a plethora of pale pink satin, white satin, and rufled lace cache`sexes all neatly displayed as if it were the lingerie drawer of a prissy little girl. Each of the gaily decorated satin sheaths had dainty pink and white ribbons dangling enchantingly from them. Perfect for firmly grasping and securing the excited little petticoated sissy's excited soldier. Lacy laughed gaily. "I believe the term many sissies use to refer to their dainty frilly little sheaths is a 'pen# ( " at " ) petticoat, isn't it? All pink and satiny and frilly. And just oodles of ruffled white lace. Perfect for weak submissive little sissies...like you, rob. After all, it's only fitting that 'he' should be properly petticoated, too. Wouldn't you agree, robbie?" rob was stunned. "I might even allow you to pick out your favorite to wear this afternoon after I have put you into a frilly dainty ultrashort party dress and layers of stiff lacy petticoats. Now, back to our little card game..."
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The androgynous beauty fingered the stiff lacy hems of her stiff net petticoat layers. She caressed the pale pink satin bows adorning the super full and ultrafeminine petticoat She had added. She licked her lips and smiled to herself as her horrified captive sissy just stared at the top drawer chocked full of satin and lace cache se#es. "Now...........my delightful little cherub sissy......show Miss Lacy your cards..................or fold your hand and give your cards to me.........face down. I have three Queens," She said emphatically, laying her cards on the pale pink satin comforter. Rob hesitated. He KNEW he had the winning hand...four aces. And he was certain Lacy knew he had the winning hand, too. "Before you decide what to do, sissy girl, you need to know that Miss Lacy intends to shame, humiliate, embarrass, and emasculate you in front of ALL of those beautiful women, even Ms. ~L~ynn. Especially Ms. ~L~ynn! You are a bad boy! A very bad and naughty little boy. And you need to be disciplined and petticoated. Now.......................show Miss Lacy your cards.............or fold and concede the loss." And with that, the meak simpering little man never turned even one card over for Lacy to see. He shoved them over on the bed in her direction, conceding defeat. "Good boy. Now...you need to be petticoated........."
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Lacy's demeanor changed quickly from that of a feminine, girly, sugary sweet persuasive beauty to a demanding, forceful, and yet still exquisitely feminine young woman. "Remove those disgusting male clothes...even though they are befitting a sissy boy, it is obvious that you, however, require intense feminization thru permanent petticoat discipline. And those ridiculous sissy boy shorts are completely unacceptable. You need to be put in frilly party dresses...permanently. Now remove every stitch of your clothing, sissy! You have one minute...starting now. Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight,..." "B...b...buttttt, Miss Lacy..."stammered rob. "Forty-nine, forty-eight, forty-seven...I will spank you like you have never been spanked before, sissy..." Lacy glared icily. "Okay! Okay!" rob stammered. He quickly removed his Mary Jane shoes, tugged mightily to remove his super-tight short-shorts, and before long he was down to only his lacy frilly satin knickers. "Sixteen...fifteen...fourteen..." "P...p....puhleeeeze, not my...my...my...." "EVERYTHING!!!" Lacy commanded. "Ten...nine...eight...seven..." And with that, the hapless rob hastily removed his sissy knickers, dropping them in a pool of gleaming white satin and lace at his feet. His frenzied little soldier stood at attention. Lacy smiled and looked directly at the hapless sissy's indicator. "'He' may be a bit too big for the frilly p&^%s petticoat 'he' will be wearing. Of course, Miss Lacy has ways to reduce your little soldier's excited yet brazenly unfeminine display of himself. Once I have reduced him in size and carefully tucked him away is his own frilly little cache s#x, he will be hidden beneath the layers of lace and net pettis you will be wearing under a frilly party frock. A fitting placement for such a naughty little boy. Now...let's take a look at your cards." Lacy picked up the four aces and one king and laid them back on the bed. "Exactly what I knew you would do," declared the androgynous feminine beauty. "You chose emasculation and humiliation in exchange for feminization and petticoating. Hmmmmm...I wonder......is this as excited as your little soldier can get? Or......." Then Lacy opened the bottom drawer of the white lingerie chest holding the cache se#es and removed a long gleaming white satin glove, lavished in exquisite rows of ruffled white lace. Yes, rob surmised! It was bridal satin. It had to be. And as the stunningly feminine androgynous young woman slowly slid the white satin glove over her hand and up her arm, the endless rows of ruffled lace trim around the top of the glove's fingers and wrist area became visible. The palm of the glove was a glistening white satin ilt the top portion was ALL LACE! Reaching back into the same drawer Lacy removed a second white lace and satin glove. And as She put it on...slowly...She teasingly asked her male captive if he would like to have "a little chat...about recalcirant little boys who are about to be frocked, petticoated, and subjected to a sissy's life of abject humiliation and shame...to serve as an amusing little plaything for strong, feminine, beautiful women who prefer their males in frilly party frocks...so childishly short that any attempt to conceal their multitudes of layers of stiff lacy petticoats is futile..."
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The beautifully feminine and androgynously mesmerizing Lacy slowly slid the second white satin and lace glove into place over Her hand. "The"white glove test, so to speak, rob." Lacy giggled sarcastically. "My, my, my just look at ALL the pretty little frilly party dresses in here! So many from which to choose! And then, of course, there are the petticoats I'm going to have to put you in. Tell me rob, did you fantasize...late at night...as you feverishly surfed the web looking...for that perfect dress. The perfect petticoats? Those ridiculously sissy rhumba panties...so lacy you just couldn't imagine what it might feel like to wear them...or...better yet...be FORCED to wear them? And now...just look at you...so docile...so submissive..............so naughty! So very, very naughty! Such a bad little boy!" Lacy stood up. Fluffed out those amazing stiff lacy petticoat layers encasing Her lush feminine body. Making noisy frou frou with Her rustling layers of lace and net. Licking Her painted lips. Pointing to a super full white tulle and satin party frock hanging nearby, Lacy ordered Her hapless sissy to remove it from the dress rack and bring it to Her. "And be quick about it, sissy!" She hissed. The ultra-short, very full ballet-type party frock had a gleaming white satin top and an ultra full and teasingly short white tulle skirt poufing out from its tight cinched waist. A large white sash bow was tied in the back. rob noticed how the multilayered tulle skirts floated like white clouds. And he knew, too, that the full skirt was perfect for the additional stiff petticoats he would be made to wear under the dress. Removing the satin and tulle confection from a pale pink satin hanger, Lacy ordered rob to stand still, "Don't move, sissy," She ordered. And as he stood at attention, the tall beauty held the feminine party dress squarely against the little man's exposed body. She giggled, "I can definitely see you in this dress, serving tea to the ladies." She surveyed the length of the short tulle skirts, in deep thought. And then She ordered the poor little man to to take the frock and hold the frilly dress squarely against his sissy body as the beautiful Lacy stood back and studied the image...
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Meanwhile, rob felt his sissy indicator raging heatedly with excitement...even as he felt deep embarrassment at his impending emasculation. This deeply ultrafeminine bedroom, skillfully balanced in a little girl's delight of baby blues, pale pinks, white lace and satin. The makeup vanity adorned with brushes, a lighted makeup mirror, and satin settee bench in front of it. The frilled and canopied bed. The beautiful French armoires packed with deeply flounced, bouffant, net and crinoline lace petticoats. And, of course, the dresses. Oh, yes, the dresses. Frilly dainty confections placed on gleaming stainless steel dress racks...all poufy, satiny, and lacy. Waiting for the next unsuspecting sisssy to be ensnared, trapped, frocked, and petticoated. Impossible for a sissy to resist. Likewise exciting for the poor feminized male to have to wear. And so many to choose from for the woman...or women...determinedly focused on the abject feminization, sissification, and utter emasculation of that sissy male. Lacy studied her sissy male captive for a few more seconds. Then She moved forward, determinedly, slowly, until She stood directly in front of the cowering little man. She towered over him. She reached down with Her white-gloved hands and made delicious froufrou with the poufy white clouds of tulle skirting. And then She lifted the skirts of the ultrafeminine party dress, layer by layer. swishing the poufy clouds of snow white tulle, "How does it feel, sissboy? Hmmm? How does it feel to know that your sissy indicator, in all of its raging glory, soon will be reduced and placed in its own delightfully feminine lace p^%$s petticoat? Tucked away beneath the layers of tulle and lace?" And then the beautiful Lacy dangled enticingly in front of poor rob a particularly lacy and pale pink satin cache S#x for him to examine. And when the final layer of tulle skirting was raised to reveal rob's frenzied little soldier, standing at attention in front of the beautiful Lacy, She ordered him to "Hold your skirts while I administer my white-glove inspection..."
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The beautifully androgynous young woman reached out with her lacily embellished white satin gloved hand and moved slowly towards her little captive's rigid sissssy indicator. "I love tulle. It's like...like...frilly cotton candy! It swishes softly. It has a distinctly feminine swish when you walk in it. Of course, tulle petticoats would be simply delightful under your short tulle skirts. I wore a short white tulle party dress recently. It had a pale pink ribbon sash tied in a big pretty bow around my waist. The swishing of my short skirts was sooooooo feminine! And I had the laciest white satin panties under that dress. I felt so girly when the swishing tulle skirts rustled against the ruffled white lace of my satin panties. Auntie Kyra made me wear two additional tulle petticoats under my dress. And they were sooooo pretty! They had alternating layers of the palest pink and snow white. Auntie wanted me to wear just a touch of pink...She simply insists that I wear exactly what She orders me to wear. Auntie reminds me that since I was a Tomboy at one time, it is necessary that I wear petticoats whenever She deems it appropriate. Auntie says it is a subtle reminder that I am still Her little girl. Isn't that so sweet of Auntie Kyra (Chadwick)?!" Lacy gushed.
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Lacy continued, "Actually it's a lot like putting a sissy little boy in dainty and frilly little party dresses, and stiff petticoats. It reminds the little boy, or young male, that, after all, he isn't a male at all!" Lacy laughed mockingly. "He's just a sissy! A frilly little sissy in deep need of strict petticoat discipline. So, actually, robbie...you and I, in a way, have something in common, don't we? I was a Tomboy who was petticoated by my Auntie Kyra. And you...well, you are a sissssy who is`about to be`completely feminized, sissified, and petticoated by my sweet Dear Auntie Kyra.....and by Me! And I am sure you know that petticoated`Tomboys take a very special interest in the emasculation of weak, naughty little boys like yourself. We tend to exaggerate the ultrafeminine tendencies in pretty boys ." LACY giggled girlishly. Dangled the frilled pink satin and lace cache s#x in front of her wide-eyed male captive. She cheerfully exclaimed, "Oh my! I do not believe this frilly and dainty little sheath will fit your brazen little soldier. All of this petticoat talk seems to be exciting 'him' terribly. And we don't even have you in a frilly dress yet!!!!!!!" And then Lacy took her right satin gloved hand and s-l-o-w-l-y moved slowly towards rob's frenzied sissy indicator. Lacy ordered rob to hold the poufy clouds of tulle skirting with one of his hands while his other hand held the frilly frock squarely against his little body. Lacy draped the small and dainty lace encrusted cache se% over rob's frenzied little soldier. As She rested it atop his rigid little sissy indicator, four long pale pink satin ribbons dangled from it. Obviously they would be used to safely tie and tuck rob's little.....but quite attentive and excited...... sissy indicator.........once it had been reduced.......significantly. "Oooooooooo.....yessssssssssss. The pale pink and ruffled white lace will be PERFECT!!!! Only a real sissy....a naughty little boy like you, robbie...is deserving of such a frilly and dainty little garment as this. Safely tucked away under the frilly dresses and stiff petticoats you will be forced to wear. rob was now softly sighing. Lacy's satin and lace gloved hand was only inches away. She licked her painted lips greedily. Now, little boy, "Are you going to be LACY'S special little petticoated sissy? Are you going to wear frilly little party dresses for Miss LACY....every day? Practice your curtsey for hours." Rob's breathing was getting deeper. LACY skillfully removed the pink satin and lace cache se ( " at " ) from rob's sissy indicator, and dangling it directly in front of his teary eyes, asked him, "And wear one of these frilly little pe%$s petticoats just for LACY?" rob gave a slightly anguished look on his face as LACY dangled the ignominious garment in front of him. "Hmmmmmm...? LACY teased. "You've been such a naughty littleboy, haven't you, robbie? Pretending to be one of those nasty macho males? Hmmmmmm...? You need to be petticoated. Feminized. And sissified....Go ahead, admit it. Tell MISS LACY you have been a bad little boy. Tell MISS~LACY~ you need to be forced into the frilliest party dress SHE can find for you. Go ahead. Say it, sissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssy. Say it......."
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"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..." sighed poor rob. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....puhleeeeeeeze...........no....no....
OMG.................ooooooooooooooooooooo........." the sissy's breathing had become labored. Lacy dangled the ignominious little lace-encrusted sheath directly in front of rob........."Ooooooooooooooooo," Lacy giggled in her Girliest, most femininely disarming voice. "Are you MISS LACY'S naughty little boy? Hmmmmmmmmmmmm....? She dangled the frilly lacy pink satin sheath almost hypnotically now. "Are you ready......now.......to submit? Completely? Let Auntie and ME turn you into our very own frilly little girlyboy? Have MISS LACY sit you down in front of your makeup mirror in petticoats? Teach you exactly how to lower yourself into a narrow straight-backed chair while you are in your very frilliest party dress? Force you to play with your stiff net petticoats and their lacy layers while I mock your effeminacy? You're simply going to ADORE wearing frilly party dresses for the Ladies......and..........," LACY teased, "the special little guests we invite over for our delightful and entertaining little tea parties." And then...at that precise moment, rob heard the door to the frilly boudoir unlock, and in came the intimidating Madame Kyra Chadwick. Madame stood inside the door with her hands on her hips. LACY licked her lips again. Madame handed her exquisitely androgynous...but strikingly feminine understudy a pale pink tea cup. LACY took the tea cup and thanked her "Auntie Kyra." Madame Kyra Chadwick responded by saying coldly, "Petticoat him." She turned on Her heel, left the room, but allowed the door to remain open...
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LACY giggled again. rob's eyes were a crossed expression of complete helplesness, horror, and titillating excitement. LACY looked at rob, commenting emphatically, "I never disobey my Auntie Kyra. If I did, She would have me in petticoats for a v-e-r-y l-o-n-g time, Sissy." She laughed again at rob's horrified expession as She moved in with Her long white satin and lace gloved hands. You, Sissy Robbie, will be having cream in your tea when we join the Ladies later in the parlor." And with that, She took rob's frenzied little sodier, and s---l---o---w---l---y massaging 'him,' looked deep into the frightened but excited sissy's wide eyes, whispering, "Do NOT...I repeat Do NOT...do what you know you want to do...until LACY has given you Her permission to fill your little pink tea cup. Is that clear?" Lacy's own stiff bouffant petticoats swished and swayed lacily against the trembling little man's legs as She continued. "Tell MISS LACY you have been a very naughty little boy. Tell me, Sissssssyyyyy," She hisssed. "Miss Lacy, I have been a very naughty.........lit....tle.............boy," rob stammered. "And what happens to BAD little boys, SISSSSSSYYY," Lacy asked. "Hmmmmmmm...." She teased as her satin gloved gripped the frenzied little soldier. "Y.....Youuuuuuu pet...ti....coat them, Miss Lacy," rob agonizingly responded...
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rob's eyes were glazed over. The sweet scent of the feminine, androgynous, dominant Lacy wafted under his nose. A flowery scent. A feminine scent. Her bouffant party slips rustled and hissed as She slowly teased his frenzied little soldier. She taunted him. "Be a man, robbbbbie. Show Miss Lacy you can resist Me. Tell Me you will NOT wear a frilly party dress. Tell Me you will NOT submit to permanent sisification and feminization. Go ahead......tell Me." Her satin and ~lace~ gloves grasped the poor sissy's frenzied sissy indicator and held it between the rows of ruffled white lace and cool satin. "Okay then, little boy...beg Me to make you wear a frilly little party dress. Beg Miss LACY. Beg Miss LACY to put you in stiff net and lace petticoats. Beg Miss LACY to wear ruffled white lace sissy panties. Beg me!!!! Do it, Sisssy! YOU are in desperate need of strict petticoat discipline by Beautiful Feminine Dominant Women." LACY licked Her painted lips. "Beg Me!!!!!" Rob's breathing intensified. He was panting. Squirming. Writhing. "OMG! OH god! Please......Please.......Puhleeeeze, Miss Lacy........," "Yes, my little girl?" She teased. "....Petticoat me, please.....oh,please........" LACY continued her Feminine exploration of rob's sissy indicator...."You've been a naughty little boy, haven't you, robbie"? "YES, oh god, yes." "And you need to be punished, do you not?" "YES, Miss LACY," rob was weak-kneed..."And you're going to obey MISS LACY?" "Yes...Yes...Yes.." "And you're going to wear your frilliest party dresses for Miss LACY?" She quickened her ministrations, skillfully using Her satin and lace-gloved hands. "You'll show all the pretty Ladies and their guests your petticoats whenever they order you to do so?" "Yesssssss...." "Good! Good boy! Now.......Take your tea cup, sissy. Take it......" Lacy ordered, laughing gleefully...
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The dutiful sissy's trembling fingers reached out to take his special little pink tea cup. Lacy's ministrations intensified. rob's eyes were almost completely glazed over. Lacy's skillful use of her long gloved fingers intensified. Lacy laughed, mocking the forlorn sissy. "So MANY frilly little party dresses from which to choose for my little sissyboy. Lacy's going to make you soooooooooooo feminine...sooooooooooo girly. Tell me, "Ohhhhhhh, please, MISS LACY, I need to be petticoated!! "Say it, sissy!" rob was now, literally and figuratively, in LACY's capable hands. "i need to be petticoated," rob said thru panting breaths. "Tell MISS LACY, 'I've been a naughty little boy, MISS LACY.'" "i've been a naughty little boy, MISS LACY," rob's eyes were tearing up. "Do you need discipline, sissyrob?" Her hands intensified. And rob's breathing was interrupted by slow deep moaning. "OMG! Yesss, MISS LACY!" "What kind of discipline would you 'prefer,' sissyrobbie?" Lacy teased. "Hmmmmmmm...? "PETTICOAT DISCILPINE!!!MISS LACY," rob cried. "Good boy!" And then, Lacy removed Her satin and lace-gloved hands from rob's frenzied sissy indicator long enough to hand the little pink tea cup to her young charge. 'You'll be having cream with your tea, sissyboy. Understand?" rob gulped and nodded afirmatively. "Now...hold it where you will not miss a drop. And scream. Scream just like the feminine little Girly boy We intend to make you. The girlier your scream, the frillier your ~party dress~ will be. And you DO want to be wearing the frilliest little dress possible for your debut at tea time with the Ladies. And if you scream really loud for me, I may sit you down at your vanity, in petticoats, while I put some makeup on you....before I put you in a dress. Ooooooooooo, now. wouldn't that be fun?" And with that, LACY instructed the sissy to hold the tea cup at the base on his frenzied little soldier. LACY then skillfully grasped the attentive soldier and s-l-o-w-l-y moved up and down, ordering rob to "Look at my ultrafeminine boufant party slip. Isn't it just too sweet? The ~lace~? The little pink bows? Wouldn't YOU like to wear it...under your own short frilly party frock? Feel the swishing pettis. Show your lace for all the beautiful Ladies to see. Hmmmmmmmmm....?" Her rubbing intensified. rob's knees were buckling. And then............"OMG...OMG...Argggghhhhhh..." SCREAM, girly!. SCREAM for MISS LACY!"...................................."Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." That's a good sissy!" Scream, girlyboy! "EEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....."
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Suddenly, the beautiful Ladies who had been chatting cheerfully in the parlor all stopped their girltalk as the shrieks and screams from the boudoir echoed thru the mansion. Madame Chadwick smiled and said, matter-of-factly, "Sissy Fetisha will be joining us for afternoon tea. And he'll be wearing his first frilly little party frock as we begin his permanent feminization." The stunned Women looked at each other, mouths open, and started to giggle. " Miss ~Lynn,~" Madame Chadwick addressed the beautiful blonde woman, "My dear niece Lacy will also be joining us with a full report on her assessment of your...er....your....husband." The ladies laughed at Madame's remark, which had dripped with sarcasm. Madame continued. "My dear ~L~ynn, I will be interviewing candidates for the Maid's positions which should be fiilled by the end of this week." "How many Maids have you decided to employ, Madame?" ~L~ynn asked. "I had originally thought I would hire two. However, after careful consideration, I have determined to hire three, perhaps four. One will be Little robbie's personal boudoir maid, another will supervise his makeup, and two others will be necessary to simply overwhelm him with their femininity and domination. I want him surrounded by strong Feminine women every moment of the day. And I want him deeply humiliated and shamed by them. I have already screened candidates and will begin interviewing tomorrow. Ladies," Madame continued, "While we are waiting for Lacy and Fetisha to join us, I think this might be the perfect time to obtain your own measurements for the frilly dresses you will be wearing when I deem it necessary. Angie's look of surprise was easily detected by Madame Chadwick. ~L~ynn's girlfriend attempted to protest but Madame simply waved her hand in a condescending manner towards her, and remarked coldly, "My dear Angie, I will not tolerate one minute of opposition from you, young lady. I have petticoated young women before who dared to disobey me. I realize that you cannot wait to enjoy the many dainty and delightful petticoating sessions of young males that you will witness here today and in the future but I decide on proper attire for these delightful little get-togethers. Is that understood, my dear?" "Y...y...yes, Madame, I understand." "Very well, Dear. Another look of disrespect from you just like the one you so obviously just displayed will result with me putting you in a frilly dress and petticoats.......just like your darling little friend ~L~ynn...."
Madame Chadwick laughed gaily.
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Back in the frilly confines of the sissy boudoir, Lacy now had complete control over an exhausted and spent Sissy Fetisha. rob had been unable to hold it any longer. The beautifully androgynous Lacy, niece of Madame Chadwick, had relieved rob's sissy indicator of its excitement. Lacy spoke condescendingly to her new charge. "I knew it. Such a sissy. And while you think you know our plans for you, you have no idea the abject shame and humiliation I intend to force upon you for the amusement of the lovely ladies anxiuosly awaiting your debut in a frilly party dress. Methinks you have a certain weakness for satin. After briefly considering that exquisite tulle creation, I have decided that you are one of those rea
lly ultrafeminine sissies...and that a nice frily satin and lace confection will be just perfect for you. Hand me your dainty little tea cup. Taking the pale pink china tea cup from the little man, Lacy examined its contents and, to her satisfaction, remarked coldly, "YOU will be having your tea in this cup," She laughed. "And now.....let's get you freshly bathed, powdered, perfumed, pantied, petticoated, and frocked." She laughed tauntingly. Quickly directing him to join Her in the femininely appointed adjoining bathroom, Lacy quickly began to fill the large tub with hot, soapy water. Pouring in bath oil beads and more bubble bath, the beautiful, androgynous petticoated youing woman directed rob to get into the tub. It's overwhelmingly flowery and feminine scents permeated the room. As the sissy eased into the tub, Lacy took a fluffy pale pink washcloth and began to scrub every area of rob's small body. Every area. The hot sudsy water and Lacy's expert hands set poor rob to breathing heavily again. And the sight of this beautiful woman, petticoated in Her own magnificent rustling bouffant party slip, resplendent with dainty frilly lace and pale pink bows, skillfully in charge of him, produced those undeniable feelings of excitement and...subservience. Lacy spoke softly as she continued her ministrations. "I can't wait to get started. To turn you, slowly, very slowly, into the perfect little petticoated pantywaist sissy that I know you can be. Ohhh
yessssss...I want Auntie Kyra to have no doubt that her niece Lacy is every bit as determined as Auntie is to put sissies in their proper places..."
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The beautiful androgynous Lacy exited the bathroom momentarily, but long enough for poor rob to quickly assess his situation. Events now were spiralling way beyond any fantasy he may have had. And even though he again momentarily questioned his willingness to run for his life, well, he knew that thought was long gone. His immersion had begun. And now, this stunningly beautifu,l quite young, seductively androgynous dominant Woman, the niece of Madame Chadwick, was skillfully using Her own Femininity to overwhelm rob's sissy tendencies. Why...oh why...couldn't he muster enough manhood to resist this beautiful Girl? He knew why. Her abject Femininity...and Her determination to use it as Her weapon to control him...to break him...to emasculate him. And when Lacy returned moments later, She towered over rob, hands on Her hips, Her magnificent bouffant party slip resplendent in its ruffles and lace, and removed a bottle of creamy white liquid from the bathroom vanity. She opened the bottle and poured a generous portion into the hot sudsy pink bubbles. "Not that you have much body hair, but this shall assure me that you have none after you finish your bubble bath. It's a brand new product, from France, that removes all body hair upon contact...completely painless. And it IS permanent. It dissolves the hair, the roots, everything! No mess to clean up after you get out of the tub. However, it does not work on your scalp or your eyebrows. We can't feminize and sissify you properly until your body hair...every trace of it...has been removed. After all, I can't very well petticoat you and put you into a frilly little dress with disgusting male body hair." Ten minutes later, the scrubbing and washing of rob's little body was finished. Shamefully, his little sissy indicator had responded yet again to the beautiful Lacy, and when he was told to remove himself from the bathtub, before Lacy handed rob a plush pink towel, She pointed at his excited little soldier. Laughing, She said, "Ohhhhhh my. Did 'he' enjoy Miss Lacy's special bubble bath? Or is he perhaps excited about the prospect of Miss Lacy's plans to put young master rob into a frilly party dress and petticoats?" The little soldier grew more attentive. "Oooooooooooo...I cannot wait to put you in a frilly little dress. You're going to love wearing petticoats! Promise Miss Lacy you'll be Her obedient little sissyboy? Would you like Miss Lacy to petticoat you and then give Her little sissy a makeup lesson? Hmmmm? Sitting in front of a makeup mirror, petticoated, and learning to put on makeup for Miss Lacy?" Rob's little soldier grew more excited. Lacy laughed and pointed at it. "How cute!!! All of this petticoat talk does seem to have struck a nerve...again! Typical...for a sissy!"...
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"Does the very thought of forcing you into one of these frilly little party frocks just excite you to no end, Sisssssssssy. Hmmmmmm...?" The beautiful androgynous LACY laughed. She made exquisite frou frou with the stiff crinoline and net layers of her lacy bouffant party slip. She fingered Her lacy hems. And then She pointed Her finger at little rob's raging sissy indicator. "Hmmmmm...which frilly little party frock shall it be? The lemon yellow silk taffeta? Or perhaps the pale pink satin? Or maybe the pale baby blue taffeta? So many frilly little dresses from which to choose. What's a Girl to do? I want it short, of course. Midthigh, maybe. So your petticoats will make a lacy display of themselves...proclaiming announcing your new status as a proud petticoated sissy. Isn't it true that REAL sissies just love for their lacy pettis to peek out from underneath their frilly frocks? Hmmmm, rob? Girly Girls just love it!!! Yesssss..." LACY thought to Herself for a minute. "All of these frilly little party frocks are just short enough that any proud sissy, especially a newly petticoated sissy, will find it simply impossible to hide Her lacy frillies. And the Ladies will simply adore seeing them! Of course, I have no doubt that they will want to examine your petticoats closely...feel the lacy layers...perhaps run their long fingers through the many tiers of net and lace." His symbol was now straight at attention. "Oh myyyyy...again! Every time we have a little chat about petticoated sissies, your little soldier responds excitedly. Yo DO know what that means, robbie, don't you?" rob remained silent. His smooth legs and chest and arms shivered slightly as Miss LACY retrieved another heavily lace-embellished white satin hankie and approached the little sissy indicator. And She brought with Her, of course, the familiar little pink tea cup...
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As the beautiful, feminine, and mysteriously androgynous LACY confronted rob...again...his little sodier in a state of attentive frenzy...She laughed. It's sooooo adorable. So little...yet trying so 'hard' to look big. But alas, it knows it's place. Ohhhhh yes, little robbie, it knows it's place all too well. Hidden. To be concealed. To be encased in its own pretty feminine little petticoat prison. It's simply tooooo cute...toooo adorable......and too small to ever be used for anything else other than a mere plaything for Women. And once it has been put in its proper place..." LACY stopped and reached for a pale pink satin and white ruffled lace encrusted p*&^% sheath, its four satin ribbons dangling enticingly ..."then it can be safely snuggled away beneath layer after rustling layer of lacy white crinoline and taffeta petticoats. Contented in its rustling and swishing confines. It's own special pretty little petticoat prison. Now...won't that be fun??!!??" LACY laughed. She dangled the pale pink satin and lace sheath directly in front of rob. "Ohhhhh my! This little person is sooooooo excited it will never fit into it's own little petticoat until we have done something to reduce it to the small little bit that it should be!" And with each sentence that came out of the beautiful young Girl's mouth, the little soldier grew more frenzied. "As soon as Miss LACY has taken matters in Her own hands to reduce this little fellow's naughtiness, then we need to get you, Little Sissy Fetisha, properly frocked and petticoated for your debut!" And with that, She surveyed the ultrafeminine bedroom, frilly party frocks displayed everywhere, and whispered into Her sissy's ear, "Decisions, decisions!"...
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"Your little soldier is sooooooo at attention for Me!" Lacy exclaimed. Dangling the lace and satin sheath teasingly in front of rob, Lacy giggled, "Let's do something about your little sissy indicator, shall we, before I tuck him snugly away in his own little lace prison. Here! You hold this for Me, Sissy!" LACY commanded, forcing rob to hold the frilly and lacy sheath while She took a cool silk and satin lace handkerchief and gripped the little sissy indicator, s-l-o-w-l-y encasing the frenzied little soldier until it had disappeared into the silky satiny lacy folds. The cool satin silk felt soooooooooooooo good against the hot frenzied soldier. "Miss LACY has plans for you, little sissy boy. Devious plans. Feminizing plans. Girly plans. Sissy plans..." The beautiful adnrogynous, and deliciously feminine young Woman teased the hapless sissy. "Ultra-ultra-ultrafeminine plans," She laughed. "I just adore little sissyboys in frilly party dresses! Oodles of rustling lace petticoats! Beautiful feminine makeup! Now.......sissyboy, tell Miss LACY, which frilly little party frock will you be wearing for the Ladies? Hmmmmm?"...
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SIX MONTHS LATER: Twenty-year-old Justin Smythe was the sole heir to a multi billion-dollar coffee fortune. Except there was one small catch to his inheritance: It was still in the trust of Justin's strict Aunty Jane. Because Justin's father and mother both had died in a plane crash, young Justin had been the ward of his Auntie since the age of seventeen. The other provision in young master Justin's will stipulated that he marry by the age of 21 in order to inherit the fortune. Of course, Aunty Jane had other plans. Ohhhhh yes. "You are simply going to love HER!" Justin's beautiful Aunty Jane exclaimed as she sped in Her 7-series black BMW through the hills of upstate Connecticut. "She is a beautiful girl, Justin! Simply gorgeous!" As they sped past the expansive gated mansions and estates of one of America's wealthiest areas, Aunty Jane chatted on and on about this fascinating young...and stunningly beautiful...woman she wanted her rather shy and awkwardly frail nephew to meet. On the other hand, young Justin, never one to have much luck with the ladies, hoped that finally he might hit it off with this beautiful woman. Still, though, Justin had private reservations about this rendezvous completely arranged by his beautiful Aunty Jane. He didn't trust her. She always seemed to relish in the opportunity to embarrass him. Put him down. Remind him that he was no good at any sport...none whatsoever. He had been bullied in so many schools that Aunty finally decided it "best" to complete his last two years of his education at a private boys' boarding school...where he was really bullied! The fact that young Justin wasn't exactly well endowed, he was only 5'4" in height and weighed a mere 115 pounds didn't help. His milky white skin and total absence of any real facial or body hair also had prevented Justin from "scoring" with the ladies. As a result, his confidence around women, especially beautiful feminine women, was nonexistent. As a matter of fact, Justin was usually intimidated by these women. Still, though, Aunty Jane had promised Justin that THIS young woman was just dying to meet him! When Justin asked his dear Aunty how she had come to know this girl, Aunty explained that she had met her through a close friend, Dr. Jennifer Haynes...a "delightful woman with whom I have had a friendship for several years." When Justin asked Aunty to go into details, he was interrupted by the car rapidly slowing down as it approached a gated entrance to an estate surrounded by a brick wall of at least 8-10 feet tall. Aunty rolled down the window and entered the code on a keypad to gain entrance. The long winding driveway road went for several miles before they finally approached the massive, almost castle-like home. Pulling her car up in front of the main entrance, Justin's beautiful Aunty exited the vehicle and encouraged her nephew to join her as they walked up the steps and Aunty rang the doorbell. Almost immediately, they were greeted by a stunningly beautiful woman, about 5'10" tall, wearing the shortest formal black satin French maid's uniform imaginable. Her breasts were encased by ruffled white lace as was the hem of her short full gleaming satin skirt. An abundance of rustling starched white crinoline net petticoats, lace-trimmed, exposed themselves at her every movement. Her petticoats and satin rustled excitedly as a breeze blew her brief skirt upwards slightly, exposing even more of her lace-embellished petticoats. A white satin apron, lavishly lace-trimmed, 5-inch black patent leather stiletto heels, and suntan stockings completer her breathtakingly feminine outfit. Her long jet-black hair was tied in a ponytail by a white satin rbbon. Her makeup was impeccable. Her ruby red lipstick was unmistakably feminine, and to Justin, almost intimidating. She was stunning..."I am Celeste, one of Dr. Haynes' personal servants. And you must be Ms. Smythe. Welcome!" Then this beautiful maid dropped the perfect feminine curtsey, allowing for a delightfully tantalizing view of her petticoats. "Please, do come in! Dr. Haynes is in the study." Then, towering over the puny Justin, Celeste, somewhat condescendingly and humorously added, "And you must be Master Justin. How nice to have you come for a visit........sir," Celeste barely audibled the word "sir." She delivered another perfectly feminine curtsey to Justin, hoping to direct his eyes to Her abundance of feminine ~lace.~ Justin's intimidation by beautiful, feminine women clearly was on display now. Celeste could sense it already. So, too, could Justin's Aunty Jane...
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The inside of the massive home was beautiful. Lavish Persian carpets decorated the dark oak hardwood floors while exquisite oil paintings hung on the dark wooden walls. On the way to the study, they passed a large staircase leading to the second floor. The beautiful Celeste guided Aunty Jane and Justin to the entrance of Dr. Jennifer Haynes' large study. Before entering, though, the stunningly beautiful maid dropped a deep curtsey while announcing the arrival of the two guests. Jennifer Haynes was attired in a gorgeous white silk shirtdress, above the knee length. One could clearly see the outline of a feminine lacy full slip she was wearing underneath her beautiful dress. The lacy hem of the slip must have had at least four inches of lace. The bodice of the slip was also very lacy. She was wearing creme-colored five-inch heels and her long blonde hair was in a tight bun for this morning's occasion. Dr. Haynes was wearing black Christian Dior glasses. As she approached Justin and his Aunty Jane, the beautiful Dr. Haynes gave an airkiss to Ms. Smythe as the two pretty women embraced. Then, Dr. Haynes stepped back almost as if to examine Justin for a few seconds, unnerving the wimpy boy. Again, yet another beautiful, feminine woman towering over his frail physique. "And YOU must be Justin!" Dr. Haynes exclaimed, laughing almost insultingly as she looked down on him. Reaching out to shake his hand, she noticed Justin hesitated before reciprocating. It was a handshake he would never forget. He almost was brought to tears by her strength. She immediately realized his grip was as weak and as feminine as she had expected. "It's wonderful to meet you, my dear boy. Lacy will be down in a few minutes. She can't wait to meet you!" So..."Lacy" was her name. Justin had not even remembered to ask his Aunty the girl's name. Such a pretty name...so feminine. Perhaps finally he would meet a girl that HE could control. With a name like Lacy, Justin had new hope. "Why don't we sit down for a few minutes and have tea. Lacy will be joining us shortly. Celeste, would you be so kind as to serve us our tea, please?" "Of course, Madame," Celeste curtsied again. But this time she made a deliberate attempt to direct her exaggerated curtsey squarely and strategically in the direction of young Justin, making sure to expose all of the dainty layers of her many stiff lace petticoats just for him to see. "Celeste," Dr. Haynes, addressed the beautiful maid. "Yes, Madame." "I would like for you to put on an additional petticoat before you serve our tea. I prefer a lacier one, perhaps. Something a bit more feminine." "Yes, Madame. It would be my pleasure." And with a wave of Jennifer Haynes' long hand, the maid was dismissed from the room. Clearly, this woman, Dr. Jennifer Haynes, knew exactly what she was doing...
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As Celeste left Dr. Haynes and her guests, a stunningly beautiful, intoxicatingly androgynous young woman entered the study. Dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a sheer white cotton blouse, the beautiful young woman unceremoniously walked over to Justin and introduced herself. "Justin?" Justin got up from the leather sofa he shared with his Aunty, and nodded that he was "Justin." "Hi! I'm Lacy." And the beautiful androgynous young woman with the short black hair and perfect body, held out her hand for Justin to shake. And when he did, he was greeted with a grip even more firm than Dr. Haynes. He almost found himself grimacing. And as he looked up at Lacy, he couldn't help but notice the outline of an ultralacy white satin bra underneath her sheer white blouse. It caught his attention just long enough for his Aunty and Dr. Haynes to exchange knowing glances, smiling at each other. At that moment Celeste approached the entrance to the study, pushing the teacart. Stepping aside, she curtsied before entering, announcing that tea was to be served. As she wheeled the cart to the center of the study, Dr. Haynes took a seat in a large brown leather chair, lowering herself slowly, and as she sat down, a glimpse of the four-inch wide white lace hem of her slip peeked out from under her white silk shirtdress. Then she looked down at the exposed lace of her slip, making no effort to conceal it. "Celeste," Dr. Haynes then said to the stunning maid. "Come over here and show me your petticoats." She pointed to a spot directly in front of where she was sitting. Justin and his Aunty were sitting right next to her, sharing a sofa. Lacy was still standing. Celeste quickly minced over to the spot in front of Dr. Haynes. The sibilant rustling of her swishing petticoats was unmistakable. But to poor Justin, a closet sissy, well...he knew he had to steal a glimpse of them. He just had to. Then the devious Dr. Haynes asked Celeste to "present yourself, please, my dear." "Yes, Madame," the beautiful maid answered. She curtsied and then, s-l-o-w-l-y, deliberately, and soooooooooo very femininely, lifted the rustling black satin skirt of her short uniform, revealing a breathtaking (to any sissy!) sight of lace, lace, and MORE white lace! The new white crinoline petticoat that the maid had added was a minipetticoat of four stiff tiers of white crinoline with heavy floral lace adorning and woven into the stiff crinoline. It was more lace than net. And small pink bows adorned the outer lacy layer. Every single lacy layer was fingered and carefully inspected by the dominant and beautiful Dr. Haynes...
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Poor, poor, pitiful Justin. As Dr. Jennifer Haynes fingered the lacy layers of white crinoline petticoats as the stunningly beautiful maid sood obediently in front of Dr. Haynes, the maid glared at Justin, smiling wickedly. She knew all too well that glazed look in a sissy's eyes when it is confronted with such overwhelmingly girly femininity and beauty. Meanwhile, Dr. Haynes, her own lacy slip exposed for the sissy to see, made delightful frou frou with her maid's lace bedecked pettis. She swished them slowly back and forth, commenting, matter of factly, "There is nothing I enjoy more that a properly uniformed...and petticoated...maidservant. And the rustling of crinoline and net petticoats adds a festive touch to any special occasion." Justin's eyes were greedily fixated on the lacy pettis. And suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, the beautiful...exquisitely feminine...and dominant Dr. Jennifer Haynes turned her attention to little Justin, asking him, " Do YOU like my maid's petticoats, my boy?" Now she was fingering the lacy layers of stiff white crinoline, staring at Justin, awaiting a response from the stunned sissy. He was unable to answer for a moment. He felt the women, all of them, staring at him. Finally, he mumbled, "Err...well, uh...y...yessss, I guess so." He fumbled his words just as he had fumbled every football ever thrown to him. "Celeste absolutely adores wearing her petticoats...and showing them off proudly. It is a sign of her submission...and absolute obedience to me. And, of course...her femininity..."
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As the stunningly beautiful Dr. Jennifer Haynes titillated poor Justin, Lacy watched the little man from across the study. She watched the captivated sissy feast his greedy eyes on Celeste's multitiered white lace petticoats while the dominant Dr. Haynes continued to finger the lacy hems. Dr. Haynes continued her verbal assault on the pitiful sissy. "Did you notice, young man, that Celeste's additional petticoat is extra full...and extra lacy? Don't you just love the swish-swish-swish...ing sound of Celeste's pettis. Aren't they simply enchanting?" gushed Dr. Haynes. She looked at Justin, waiting for his response. Justin pretended to be disinterested. He tried to look away. Dr. Haynes would have none of that. "Celeste, you may lower your skirts, my dear. Be sure to fluff them out to avoid wrinkling. I will not tolerate wrinkled petticoats." Dr. Haynes glared at Justin after she had ordered her maid to exercise correct feminine deportment of her petticoat skirts. And then she awaited the perfectly executed proper cursey from the stunningly beautiful maid. But if Justin thought the teasing was over, he had another thought coming. "Celeste, my dear," addressed Dr. Haynes, "Perhaps young 'master Justin' would enjoy a closer view of your feminine petticoats. It was obvious a moment ago he simply could not take his eyes off your frillies. My dear Celeste, stand in front of young master Justin...directly in front of him...and present yourself for his personal inspection of your feminine petticoats." "Yes, Ma'am," curtseyed the tall, leggy blonde maid. And then Celeste minced over to where young Justin was seated, beside his domineering Aunty Jane, curtseyed sweetly to Justin's beautiful Aunty first, and then, standing directly in front of the nervous sissy, curtseyed again. "Celeste, present yourself for master Justin. Slowly raise the satin skirt of your uniform and allow our guest to see the very special petticoat you put on this morning...just for him. Besides," Dr. Haynes said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "It's always nice to get a man's perspective, my dear." And with that remark, Lacy giggled. And Justin heard her giggle at that comment. And so, directly in front of poor little Justin, this tall, statuesque, gorgeous blonde, resplendent in her femininity, slowly...very slowly...took her fingers and began to lift the abbreviated short satin skirt of her French Maid's uniform and began to reveal layers of white, swishing, rustling lace petticoats, all within inches of poor justin. Celeste smiled proudly, confidently, at the almost-trembling little man. "Does Celeste's petticoat lace excite you, my dear little man?" Dr. Haynes teased, "Hmmmmm? Wouldn't you just love to touch her petticoats? Swish them, perhaps? Make feminine frou frou with them?" The tutu-like confection was as feminine as anything little justin could have ever imagined. It was the laciest petticoat he had ever seen!!!!! And he had seen thousands of them! Exhaustive internet searches for the perfect image of the perfect petticoat! And now...at this moment...it was a mere inches away. And it was being worn...proudly...confidently...by a blonde goddess...
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Small beads of perspiration were developing on the brow of Justin. His face was getting red with embarrassment. "Celeste, my dear," ordered Dr. Haynes, "Young master Justin seems to be getting rather warm in here. Perhaps all of this girl talk is embarrassing our little man. You may lower your skirts, my dear, and we will delay our tea party for a short time." "Yes, Madame," Celested curtseyed, fluffed out her petticoats...directly in front of justin...turned on her heel, and exited the study. Justin was half relieved and half sorry the stunningly feminine maid had left. He was certain he was going to be "forced" to touch Celeste's magnificent petticoats. "Lacy," Dr. Haynes said to the androgynously beautiful former tomboy, perhaps you and your young "beau" can spend some time outside. Justin obviously could use some fresh air. Besides, a young man surrounded by all of this femininity and girl talk must want some respite. Why don't you 'children' go outside and play for a while. Return in a couple of hours and we can have our tea at noon. "Yes, Dr. Haynes," Lacy dutifully responded. She moved quickly to ask Justin to join her outside and Justin moved as fast as he could to get out of that scented haven of femininity. When they got outside the massive home, Justin saw just how strikingly beautiful Lacy was. But he also realized she was much taller, and more athletically built than he was. Showing through her sheer white shirt was one of the laciest white satin bras justin had ever seen. In no time, the beautiful Lacy handed Justin a softball glove and offered him to join her in a game of catch. Of course, justin had no idea this beautiful girl had been a fast pitch specialist pitcher in college. Reluctant at first to take the glove, Justin realized it was now or never to prove his masculinity...finally...to a beautiful girl. Lacy's first throw was soft. Easy catch for Justin. He was relieved. The second throw was a bit harder. Justin ducked to get out of its way. After running the ball down and clumsily throwing it back to the beautiful girl, Lacy unleashed an 80-plus miles an hour fast ball! It hit justin squarely in his stomache. He cried. Yes, justin cried. In front of the very girl he hoped to impress. He couldn't help it. It burned. It stung. But Lacy only laughed at him. "C'mon, Justin, let's try basketball. There's a goal in the back of the house. We'll play a game of "H-O-R-S-E." Percy shot like a little girl. It was awful. Two easy layups by Lacy, two free throws, and a short jump shot later, and the game was over. Justin never even made a shot. He never came close. Embarrassment was turning to humiliation. And then...football. "I'll kick it to you first," Lacy shouted out to Justin. And she let loose a booming punt, high in the air...it seemed to stay up there forever...that Justin fumbled miserably. But he managed to pick it up, started to run, and then Lacy levelled him with a jarring tackle in a muddy part of the grounds. Now Justin's clothes were both dirty and wet. Lacy smiled triumphantly, her hands on her hips, looking almost condescendingly at the sissy. And while he tried hard not to cry, Justin still had traces of tears running down his cheeks. "Oh, I'm sorry, Justin. Did I hurt you?" Justin stammered and finally said that he was "fine." Lacy smiled triumphantly again. And at that moment, Justin knew he had failed miserably...again...at being boyfriend material for this androgynously beautiful girl. He had been thoroughly humiliated in every athletic competiton with her. He would have no chance to "score" with Lacy. The two hours had come and gone. Justin's hopes had been quickly dashed...
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As soon as Justin and Lacy walked into the study, Justin's Aunty Jane was aghast at how filthy her nephew's clothes had become. Lacy wasn't dirty at all, as she stood in the middle of the study triumphantly with her hands on her hips. Dr. Haynes and Lacy exchanged knowing glances. "Justin!" exclaimed his Aunty Jane. "Just look at you! You're filthy! You've ruined your clothes! Whatever am I going to do with you!" "I...I...I'mmmmm sorrrrrry...Auntie Jane. It's HER fault!" Justin exclaimed out of desperation. "She pushed me in the mud." The little weakling pointed at the beautiful Lacy...."We were playing football." "I'm sorry, Justin. I didn't mean to 'hurt' you." Lacy teased. Dr. Haynes stood up and approached Justin. She towered over the little man. Looking right past him, Dr. Haynes addressed Justin's Aunty Jane, "Dear Ms. Smythe, we have extra clothing upstairs that I am certain will fit young master Justin." Justin detected a hint of sarcasm in the beautiful doctor's voice. "Heavens yes, Jennifer, please do loan my dear little nephew some clothes to wear for the remainder of our visit. After all, I will not tolerate him soiling your beautiful study in his filthy clothes. Could you also please offer him a hot shower?" "Ms. Smythe, do not worry about a thing. We will see that little justin is squeaky clean and quite presentable before we have our afternoon tea." And then Dr. Haynes picked up a small bell, rang it two times, and in seconds the beautifully petticoated Celeste appeared at the door of the study, dutifully curtseying before entering. "Celeste, please show Justin to the spare bedroom upstairs so that he may return for tea...presentable and appropriately dressed." "Yes, Dr. Haynes," Curtseyed the beautiful blonde. Justin looked to his Aunt for help, his eyes pleading. But before he knew it, the tall and much stronger Celeste grabbed Justin forcibly by the shoulder and unceremomiously marched him out of the study. "Celeste," Dr. Haynes ordered as they were exiting, "If young master justin resists even in the least, you may summon me for assistance." Celeste turned to face Dr. Haynes, justin in tow, "Oui, Madame." And the stunningly beautiful maid dropped a deep, exaggerated, feminine curtsey, allowing her lacy layers of rustling white petticoats to lacily expose themselves. Justin was dragged from the study by the feminine...but forceful Celeste as feminine giggles were heard in the study. The poor sissy was led upstairs by the beautiful Celeste. As the young sissy desperately tried to slow down the maid's pace, he gazed upon the gorgeous Celeste, one step ahead of him, and his eyes became fixated...again...on the mass of stiff white lace petticoats frantically swishing and rustling as the feminine maid focused on dragging her victim towards the inner sanctity of one of many exquisitely decorated ultrafeminine little girl's bedrooms in the very special home of Dr. Jennifer Haynes. No matter how hard poor Justin tried to slow Celeste down, he was no match as she dragged him to the second floor hallway. In no time, the beautiful feminine woman had reached the top staircase and purposely headed down the long hall on the left, dragging little Justin behind her, himself transfixed helplessly on her lace petticoats swishing frantically. Before justin knew what had happened, he found himself locked inside what appeared to be a bedroom more suited for a very prissy little girl. Propelled into a pale pink and white bathroom, the tall, beautiful Celeste blocked his attempted exit. Her hands purposely on her hips, the tall, leggy blonde, her ultra short black satin skirt of her French Maid's uniform buttressed by layer after layer of exposed white lace-trimmed net petticoats, the beautiful Celeste ordered justin to remove his clothes, "ALL of them. Immediately!!!" "b...b...b...but...but..." Celeste interrupted the trembling little man. "But what??!!" She fired back, her hands still placed squarely on her hips. "You...you...you're...a...a...woman!" Justin stammered. "No! Really!?! Now...give me your clothes...ALL of them...while I run a nice hot bubble bath for you. Celeste is going to make you all clean and smelling pretty for the ladies..."
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Celeste quickly turned on the faucet of the beautiful bathtub and quickly it began to fill with hot water. Celeste then poured a generous portion of pink bubble bath into the hot water and immediately the sweet feminine flowery scent wafted through the air. As the tub rapidly filled with foaming pink bubbles, Celeste warned Justin, "Either you get out of those disgusting clothes before the tub fills or you are going to get the spanking of your life...SISSY!" Justin had just been called a sissy. By this ultrafeminine beauty of a woman. Petticoated herself. But clearly in charge. She had called him out. And the pantywaist was too stunned...and too mesmerized by the gorgeous maid's rustling exposed lace petticoats...to even do anything about it...except to obey her. Justin was no match for Celeste...and he knew it. The combination of height, strength, and intoxicating femininity and beauty of this woman made her exquisitely disarming. The petticoated maid would brook no nonsense from a weakling like Justin. She had called him a sissy. And he had done nothing about it. Absolutely nothing...except hand over to this stunning blonde every piece of male clothing he had been wearing. All of it. Every single piece. And when it was done, she smiled triumphantly, hands on her hips, and whispered condescendingly, "I can't wait to get you in petticoats." And then she laughed mockingly at him. Justin was stunned beyond belief. And still he offered no resistance to the mesmerizingly beautiful woman. He simply wanted to obey her. Yes, he wanted to obey her every whim despite the fact that she had called him out. And then she did it again. "Wouldn't you just love to wear a petticoat...just like the special petticoat I put on...just for you. Come on, sissy, admit it. You know you do. You need to be petticoated, sissy. Feminized. Intense sissification." The beautiful blonde towered over justin. And then she made frou frou with her petticoats. She fingered her lacy layers. "If you're a good boy for Celeste...I mean a really good little boy...and obey me...I might...I just might...allow you to touch my petticoats. Oooooooooooo....Would sissy like that? Hmmmmmmm...? Of course, if Celeste allows her little sissyboy to touch her petticoats, her little sissy has got to promise not to get too excited. If he can't keep his promise, who knows, my little sissy may find himself IN petticoats...!!!"
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OMG! I don't believe we had another database crash. Last backup copy was from June 30th. So all posts were lost after that date. Fortunately I had visited here this morning before the crash & was able to salvage this part that was still in my browser's cache:
Petticaoted! by petticoated
Justin was stunned. "I want out of here! Now." The beautiful Celeste laughed at the hapless little man. She turned the water off and added more sweet smelling aroma to his already scented bath. Justin was now standing in his boxers. "Hand me those disgustingly ugly boxers through the door and tell me when you are done with your bubble bath, Sissy."
The tall leggy blonde fingered the rustling stiff lace of her starched white crinoline pettis. And then she turned on her heel, her petticoats rustling musically, and shut the door. "And I expect your boxers to be tossed out of the bathroom in 30 seconds...or else. You've been warned.............sissy." She laughed gaily.
Meanwhile, inside the feminine and deeply perfumed bathroom, poor Justin couldn't believe what had just happened. Ignored by the beautiful Celeste. Completely ignored. And called a sissy. Again. Why had he not put his foot down when that happened. Oh why? And now he was in a real predicament.
He was breathing hard. "Ten seconds, sissy," the maid shouted through the door. Justin was panicking. "Five seconds, sissy..." Okay! Okay!" Justin acquiesced to the stunningly beautiful Celeste. Quickly removing his boxers, he slid them out through the door into Celeste's waiting hand. "I do NOT expect to be kept waiting again, sissy. Is that clear?" Justin meekly responded, "Yes." Celeste quickly corrected him, "Yes, Miss Celeste." "Yes..........Miss Celeste," Justin responded. "There, that's better, sissy," the beautiful blonde said. "If you are not squeaky clean...100%...Celeste will finish the job. Understood, sissy?" "Yes, Miss Celeste." "Good boy. Oh, by the way," Celeste asked matter-of-factly, giggling, "Have you ever worn makeup?"
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Silence. Dead silence. Justin was too stunned to answer Celeste. And on the other side of the bathroom door, the tall, leggy, dominant blonde enjoyed the fact that her little sissy-to-be was too shocked and embarrassed to answer Her question. She knew sissies loved makeup. And She had just planted yet another seed in the hapless little man's brain. "Ohhhh Sisssy!" Celeste said through the closed door, "I will be back in 30 minutes. I expect you washed and smelling sweetly in order for me to properly attire you for our little tea party. Your clothes will be laid out for you. Choose wisely or Celeste will choose for you. DO I make myself clear, Sissy?" Justin heard the beautiful petticoated maid call him a sissy again. And...again...he never even challenged Her. "Do I make myself clear...SISSY?" "Y...Y...esssss," Justin mumbled. "Excuse me, Sissy???" "Yes, Miss Celeste," Justin quickly replied. "That's better, Sissy." And with that, the beautiful blonde turned on her stiletto heels, her petticoats rustling musically, exited the feminine girly bedroom, and locked the door from the outside. The strong feminine odor of sweet perfume and bubble bath permeated the bathroom. But it was not until the little man stood up in the tub, and as the water and bubbled drained from the tub that poor little Justin shockingly discovered that ALL of his body hair...yes, all of it...was gone. Not that he had been that hairy to begin with. He had not. But now... only the full flowing locks of his longish hair on his head remained. That was it. OMG!!! He realized this was the only real vestige of masculinity he had kept on his lithe sissy body. And now it was gone. His skin was baby soft. Hise mouth was open in astonishment, but no words came out. How could this have happened to him? How? He never felt any burning, itching...or anything. What would the beautiful Lacy say when she saw this change. He had so hoped this would be his chance at a girlfriend. But he had failed miserably at every sport with the androgynously beautiful tomboy. And now his body hair was gone. And as he removed himself from the tub and grabbed the full plush pale pink towel to dry himself, he opened the door from the bathroom into the ultrafemininely appointed bedroom. And another shock!!! The beautiful blonde Celeste indeed had laid out clothes...but these couldn't be for HIM!!! They just couldn't be. OMG! Justin panicked! His eyes darted all over the femininely pink and satin bedroom, desperately searching for ....boy clothes. Men's clothes. A pair of trousers. A button down collared shirt. Something! Anything but what he had laid his eyes upon. His mouth was wide open. The pale pink towel was wrapped around his smallish body. He ran to the bedroom door. He tried to open the door and yell for help. It was locked. He yelled anyway. "Please! Hey!!!! Celeste!!! My clothes!!! My clothes!!! I demand you bring me my clothes!!! Please!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh please!!!! This isn't funny!!!!!" Nothing. Silence. He shouted again. And again. And finally, on the other side of the locked door, the feminine voice of the beautiful Celeste said, "You have 10 more minutes until I return. Choose wisely, sissy. And...one more word out of you and I'll throw you over my petticoats and give you the spanking of your life. Now you have 9 minutes to choose your tea party attire, sissy. Time's wasting..."
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"B...b...buttttt..." Justin's voice trailed off. "Shush, sissy!" Celeste admonished. And now the hapless little pantywaist was really in a predicament now. This couldn't be happening to him. It just couldn't. It was like a bad dream. No, a nightmare. His silly fantasies had caught up with him. OMG. This was real. Very real! Staring at Justin on the left side of the girly boudoir were three stainless steel dress racks...each adorned with the sissiest ultrafeminine, ultra girly frilly party dresses he had ever seen. Ever! And all three of them in cool gleaming satin. White. Pale pink. Baby blue. Full-skirted, no doubt with oodles of attached petticoats sewn into the childishly short skirts. Ultra lacy. And wide satin bows tied in the backs to make the short skirts flare out even more. But what frightened this sissy the most was that...yes...ohhhhhh yes....these dresses were made to fit...HIM! He could tell. That sinking feeling told him that these were the types of dresses that weak little sissies were petticoated with. They were also the types of frilly little party dresses that excited helpless sissies...no matter how hard they tried to deny it! And now...yes, now...sissy Justin was staring at his fate. He cautiously approached the little girl party dresses. He couldn't resist. He just couldn't. All had puffed sleeves. And all had a long row of pearl buttons in the back. But he also observed one other feature. A small padlock at the top of the buttons...
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"Six minutes, Master Justin!" Celeste giggled as She spoke through the locked door to the interior of the ultrafeminine boudoir. "oh, by the way, sissy...if you choose a frilly party dress...the white satin, perhaps...Celeste has some 'to-die-for' petticoats...and an especially poufy, femmy, bouffant party slip...just for the perfect little sissy who is debuting in his first frilly party frock and pettis. The Ladies...especially Miss Lacey...will simply adore you! It may be a bit humiliating and emasculating for you...at first...but you'll get used to it. You'll soon realize that you are destined to be feminized and sissified, Miss Justine. By the way, you never did answer my question: 'Do you love to play with makeup?' Hmmmmm...?"
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Poor little Justin. He gasped at the sight of those incredible ultrafeminine satin and lace confections he had fantasized about on the internet for years. "BBT Sissy Closet," "I Love Ruffles," "Birch Shop," etc., etc.,etc. But that was only fantasy. These frilly little girl party dresses were...real. And oh sooooo yummy. And those beautiful women...all of them...were on the other side of the door, and the scene in so many of those exciting sissy stories he had read late at nights by himself...apparently was now waiting for him... a "tea party" ... yes, a sissy tea party. His face grew red. His heart was beating so hard he could feel it. How did they know? Oh how had they discovered his secret? His Aunty must have known. It had to be her. It just had to be Her who had capitalized on his now-discovered computer's browsing history. How could have have been so careless? On the other side of the ultragirly boudoir were "boy-clothes," he tried to convince himself. At least he tried to convince himself that they were at least pants. Sort of...and then, suddenly, a tap-tap-tap on the door, the audible swishing of Celeste's stiff petticoats, and her deliciously feminine...but firm whisper through the door, "Master Justin, do not disappoint Celeste in your selection of attire."
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"Four minutes, my little sissy friend," the beautiful Celeste announced on the other side of the door. She made no attempt to minimize her Feminine giggling. Little Justin's attention returned to the other side of the girly bedroom...away from the racks of frilly, satiny, short...very short...satin and lace party frocks clearly made to fit the little man. A single pair of pale powder blue sissy shorts (Yes, little Justin had fantasized about these, too!) in gleaming velvet, matching bolero style velvet jacket, a very sheer silk white lace-trimmed girl's blouse, resplendent with lacy collar and sleeves as well as white pearl buttons, white Mary Jane shoes with two-inch heels, and a wide white lace jabot. Frilly pale blue anklets and a wide matching pink c-umberbund completed the ensemble. As the sissy perused the bedroom feverishly searching for any other "options," Celeste opened the door. "Your time is up, sissy." You have made your selection. I presume?" as the beautiful blonde ran her long right hand along the dress racks displaying the frilly little girl party dresses. I DO hope you have chosen THIS one..." She teased. And She removed an ultrafeminine, very full-skirted rustling white bridal satin party frock, narrow waisted, a wide white satin sash long enough for the perfect sissy bow to be tied in the back, and short voluminous swishing satin skirts buttressed by alternating layers of heavily lace-trimmed crinoline, taffeta, and tulle petticoating..."conveniently" sewn into the frilly lacy white satin confection. The hem and the bodice of the frilly party frock were embellished with elaborate floral lace. As the towering maid removed the hanger from the dress rack, She menacingly walked towards the hapless sissy... he barely able to hold on to the pink towel he was using to conceal his delicate and frail emasculated body. She shook the ultrafrilly dress with one hand while fondling and making electric frou frou with the bridal satin, stiff net crinoline, taffeta, and tulle. And, of course, Celeste's own layers of stiff lacy pettis continued to mesmerize the poor sissy. When She arrived to stand directly in front of Justin, She teased him in Her girliest voice yet, "This frilly party dress should please your Aunt, my dear sissy, and demonstrate to Her your complete obedience, your desire to begin your petticoating...your permanent feminization...and a willingness to acquiesce to any and all sissy humiliations the Ladies deem necessary in order to crush any remaining male resistance you might still be harboring. Your willingness to accept your inevitable fate...right now...also will win you a very special little gift from Celeste...a very special...quite feminine...quite girly...and especially embarrassing...and very lacy petticoat I have chosen...especially for a sissy like you. It is guaranteed to accelerate your complete sissification. Sooooooo...is my little sissy boy ready to be petticoated by the beautiful...ultrafeminine...but very determined Celeste? Hmmmmm?"
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Poor little Justin, clearly intimidated by this stunningly beautiful blonde goddess and the ultrafrilly ambiance of his trapped surroundings, feebly pointed to the pale blue sissy Lord Fauntleroy ensemble, his hand shaking, and his voice quivering, "P...p...puhleeeze...Mistress Celeste.....may I wear the suit?' "I am disappointed in your selection, Miss Justine." There...now the beautiful blonde had called Her sissy captive "MISS Justine.
Her taunting and sarcastic tone was obvious. She moved closer, slowly waving the frilly little party dress in front of him...menacingly. "Miss Celeste thinks Her little sissy friend needs to be put in a frilly dress. With rustling petticoats. Perfect for curtseying to the Ladies. I warn you, your selection only is prolonging the shame and humiliation waiting for you...especially at the expert hands of Miss Lacy. Sissies should be put in dresses...and only dresses. Frilly ones. Extra frilly for ultrafeminine sissies...like yourself, Miss Justine. And then the tall, leggy maid took the frilly white satin dress from its satin hanger and held the ultrafrilly frock squarely against the little man's frail and delicate body. "Ooooooo....I remember as a little girl wearing a party dress just like this one! I added more petticoats than even this dress has. Lacy ones. Very stiff and swishy.
I remember the time when a little boy...Timmy was his name...obviously a little sissy...like yourself...had been brought to my home by his very strict Stepmother...a beautiful Woman Herself. It seems little timmy had been caught rummaging through his Stepmother's closets. He had a certain infatuation with Her lacy undies. He tried to deny it. But," laughed the sexy Maid, "It was futile. It was a Saturday afternoon and we were going to have tea. Sound familiar? I remember his Stepmother making him sit on a small sofa...right next to me...my Petticoats billowing out all over his bare legs. You see, Timmy was wearing the most adorable Lord Fauntleroy sissy suit...much like the one you have asked me to wear. I made certain that MY pettis had that certain mesmerizing effect that they always have on sissies-in-denial...like yourself. My Mother...a believer in Petticoat Discipline and Sissification Herself, had taught Me well. I remember taunting the frail little boy...grabbing his hand...firmly...and forcing him to play with the Lace on my Petticoats......while I teased him mercilessly...in front of his Stepmother. It was sooooo funny! I finally asked him this question: 'Sooooo...sissy timmy, don't YOU wish you could wear Lace Petticoats and a frilly party dress? He started to cry. And I laughed sooooooo hard!"
Before he could say anything, I added to his shame by telling him that I thought he would look adorable in one of my special five-tiered white net Petticoats, each lacy layer decorated with small Pink bows. He begged his Stepmother to make Me stop. She just laughed at him and told little timmy that She, too, would love to see him in my Petticoat. Perhaps one day I will tell you what I did to poor little timmy. As for you, sissy..." And then the tall Ultrafeminine Maid took the ultra frilly white Party Dress and spread it over the sissy Lord Fauntleroy ensemble, completely covering it. "Let's play a little game, sissy. Okay?"...
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The frightened sissy boy was breathing heavily now, his anxiety...and...yes, his excitement levels at a fever pitch. The domineering blonde Goddess Celeste made delicious frou-frou with Her frothy swishing pettiskirts...the lace bedecked crinolines forcing the frightened sissy to feast his little sissy eyes on the spectacle playing out before him. Desperately trying to hold onto the fluffy pink towel around his now squeaky clean...and feminine smelling frail body, Celeste giggled at Her captive panty slave, musing, "Little Miss Timmy will seem like a normal boy by the time I am finished with you." Towering over the little man, Celeste now slowly...femininely...raised the satin skirt of Her sexy Maid's Dress, "Ohhhhhh...Look Sissy. Do you see the pink satin bows hidden in My petticoat layers? Hmmmm? Aren't they just to die for? So dainty. So feminine. Here...touch them..." And then Celeste grabbed the poor sissy's weak effeminate hand and forced sissy justin to explore Her lacy layers, searching for the pretty little pink satin bows that were the ultimate ultrafeminine addition to the Maid's stiff pettis. As She forced him to pluck the lacy hems of the five-tiered party petticoat, Celeste asked him, "Wouldn't my little sissy girl just love to play with Celeste's petticoats...explore the sheer ecstasy of such a Feminine and, shall I say it, girly garment fit for a sissy like yourself. And perhaps be allowed...if you are an obedient sissy...beg Celeste to put you in it?" "Miss Celeste, puhleeeeeeze...I am begging you...don't make me wear your petticoat. Please." "Hand me your towel!" Celeste suddenly demanded...
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The frightened little man held the fluffy pink towel even closer to his frail body. "Oh nooooooooo...please.........please, Miss Celeste!" He was begging and tears were coming from his frightened eyes. "How cute!" The stunning maid laughed. "Why you even cry like a girl...a little girl! Does Miss Celeste scare you, little boy? Because I know your deepest...darkest secrets. Your silly little juvenile fantasies? You know you cannot resist me. I am superior to weak little sissy boys...just like you, little man. Look at you. So desperate to resist Miss Celeste. You want so badly to convince Me that ypu really are a "real man' So masculine that you could take control of Me right now. Join Me on the bed and take charge. So do it! Do it now! Take off your fluffy pink towel and show Me what a real man you are."
And now the stunning blonde, six-feet in Her stiletto heels, towered over her little sissy. She looked little Justin straight in his frightened tear stained red eyes, mocking him as She made delightful frou frou with Her voluminous lace-bedecked rustling petticoats. "Tell me, sissy boy. Say it. Confess to Celeste all of your secrets and desires. I tell you what. I will give you one hour to rethink your decision about your proper attire for tea with the Ladies. I even brought you a pitcher of lemonade...pink lemonade, of course. Put on a pair pf panties...satiny and lacy...ultra lacy, of course...rhumba-style...your favorite...watch TV if you like. You may learn something from watching THIS TV. And in one hour I will be back. Hopefully, we can play a little game...just the two of us. Okay, sissy?"
With that, the beautiful Celeste, fluffed Her rustling lace petticoats, poured Her little sissy a glass of cold pink lemonade, and encouraged Justin to take a sip. The little man was so thirsty he gulped down almost half the glass. The sweet confection was soooooo tasty it brought a slight smile to his face. "Now! That's better, sissy. Enjoy!" Celeste handed the little man a pink TV remote with the feminine script "SISSY TV" written on the front in white, and left in a rustling of petticoats, saying cheerfully, "See you in an hour!" When Celeste closed the door behind Her, the little man heard the door lock as She left.
As he finished the glass of lemonade, he quickly poured himself another glass. While surveying the ultrafeminine bedroom suite, he realized that except for the Lord Fauntleroy-style sissy boy suit, there were no male clothes. But he was a sissy. And sissies like Justin(e) knew, deep down, that it was NOT the male clothes that excited him. No. Justin knew what excited him. And now he was surrounded by the frilly party dresses, sissy-style, of course, and beautiful oil paintings on the walls of little girls...sissies...dressed in short party frocks, petticoats galore, escorted or accompanied by beautiful, determined-looking young Women, also dressed in ultrafeminine dresses...and in complete control of their sissies.
And then the intrigue of the TV remote, of course, prompted him to turn on the television monitor. It was a large flat screen, wall-mounted, on the wall so that it could be viewed from bed. The sissy hit the "ON' button, and, in stunned silence, he began to watch...In a flowery pink background, a stern woman, perhaps in her early 50's, impeccably made up (bright red lipstick) Her blonde hair held up in a tight bun, and wearing a semitransparent white chiffon blouse, allowing Her exquisitely Feminine white lace bra to be exposed through material, spoke: "Hello, Sissy Justine. Welcome to the SISSY IMMERSION NETWORK...Sinfully delicious! Enjoy your time with us, Sissy..."
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"What? What is this?" The hapless sissy whispered to himself. Draping the fluffy pink towel over his lap and his knees, and gulping down yet another glass of the delicious cold pink lemonade, the little man poured himself another glass of the sweet concoction and tried to switch the channel. "Now, now, now, master Justin," the severe, but nonetheless beautiful Woman on the television giggled, "We both know you don't really want to turn the channel, sissy boy. Yes, that's right, I called you a sissy...because you are one...or at least will become one...when we have finished our work here with you. You see, you are an abject failure as a man. And you know it. Even your characteristics...your frail little body, lack of any real endowments anywhere, and your search history on your devices indicate that you have resigned yourself to the fact that your only interaction with Women and Girls will be that of total submission and strict obedience...at all times...forever. It is our responsibility...and our commitment here...to make certain that any and all male resistance...whatever might be remaining...is crushed, controlled for our own amusement, and eliminated. Yes, My sweet little sissy gurl, you are to be emasculated and feminized. Here at the Institute We have a variety of very efficient practices designed to crush the male ego. I am delighted to announce to you, my sweet little pantywaist, that your transformation will be deliberately slow...very slow...so that all of us can enjoy every minute of the shame, humiliation, and complete degradation of your silly little male identity. It is with great excitement that I can inform you, my simpering sissy, that we have decided to Petticoat you...permanently...forever...with no chance of reversing the remarkable girly changes we will force upon you . Isn't this exciting?!As a matter of fact, We already have started. Yes, my little one," the Beautiful Woman laughed, "The pitcher of Feminade which you are enjoying serves to heighten your powerful fetish for petticoats and frilly party dresses. And you will crave frilly lacy rhumba panties, makeup, perfume...and the list just keeps going. Soon...very soon...you will beg Us to be forced into frillier and shorter party frocks...with oodles of those oh-so-special rustling lace petticoats, while begging for more and more delicious Feminade. Ohhhhh yes...Sissy Justine....Feminade...our own special coc-ktail of those ultrafeminine triggers which will lead you to do anything...yes...anything...to stay petticoated. Occasionally, you will have pale blue ice cubes with your Feminade. Those are the male triggers which will constantly remind you that you really aren't a real Girl at all...and never will be. No, my boy, this is to make certain that just a small bit of male resistance...a token amount, mind you...always is in your mind so that you are constantly shamed and humiliated as the pathetic limp-wristed sissy you are to become. First things first. You have a decision to make before Celeste returns. Panties...yes panties. If you are not in a pair of ultrafrilly panties before Celeste returns to dress you, well...you will be paraded in front of the Ladies...including the beautiful Miss Lacy...wearing nothing. And then you will receive ten strokes from a fresh hickory stick. As for your other dressing decisions, well, we cannot wait to see if you will be an easy compliant Sissy or one who," She said, laughing, "Puts up a fight. You have time to find a pretty pair of lacy rhumba panties, perfect under petticoats and an frilly party dress...or perhaps lacy pantaloons, should you choose to wear that dreadful little Sissy suit. You have one hour to choose your panties or it's the cane for you. When I leave, you will hear a brief introduction to all of the wonderful and exciting channels available for your viewing on the Sissy Immersion Network. Have fun, Sissy, and have another glass of Feminade. It is rather addicting, isn't it?"
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The delicate sissy male quickly helped himself to another glass of the sweet concoction the beautiful older Woman had called "Feminade." And despite what the sissy had been warned about its side effects, he simply couldn't resist another glass. In the corner of the TV screen monitor was a clock, the seconds ticking away...now at 57 minutes and 44 seconds, Under the clock was the title "Panty Selection Time Remaining." And then the beautiful older Woman reappeared on the screen. "I am Madame Chadwick, Sissy Justine, the world's foremost authority in Petticoat Punishment and Sissification of Bad Little boys...much like yourself. I am proud to tell you that every single sissy who had been brought to me has had his masculinity...or what remained of it...crushed and extinguished. But I am highly selective in my choice of suitable candidates...and I am not cheap. But I am well worth it. My rules are simple: Strict obedience to ALL Women and Girls...NO exceptions. If you resist...even slightly, your punishment will be severe. My choice of switches usually is hickory. However, Celeste, your very own Personal Maid, prefers willow. Birch is another personal favorite of Mine. In the small greenhouse on our estate, all of our trees are grown here so that the switches can be freshly cut from a tree. Occasionally, you, my little sissy man, will be charged with cutting your own switch before it is used to 'redirect' your behavior. Now...for your selection of your Panties which you will be wearing at our delightful little tea party. Should you dare and choose the little sissy suit, pantaloons must be worn because your little sissy shorts are quite tight. On the other hand, should you choose a frilly party dress, my personal favorite, you should be wearing a gorgeous pair of rhumba style sissy panties. All of my sissy panties...or should I say your sissy panties...are cool dreamy satin, resplendent with row after row of ruffled pink and white lace and adorable pink bows...similar to the pink bows adorning Celeste's petticoat...the one She is wearing just for you. Satin sissy panties, as you already know, give sissies a certain "tingling' feeling when they experience the rustling of layers of stiff pettis against the cool satin. And, of course, when a sissy is properly frocked and petticoated...as you soon shall be, my dear, well, the sheer ecstasy a sissy feels...combined with that delicious Feminade...makes a sissy so adorably girly and vulnerable. That absolute submission to Women and Girls allows us so many opportunities to shame you as you are emasculated. Now...you may browse the channels with your very own pink Sissy Immersion Network channel guide for a few minutes. When you use the guide and browse the many wonderful channels we just know you are going to love, the Panty Selection clock freezes at its current time. However, you have only one hour to explore today. I wonder..." the beautifully mature Madame Chadwick laughed, "Which channels will you try first? Oh my, Sissy Justin. Decisions...decisions..."
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Thank you for the update, hoping he chooses a cute sissy panties so he is in a cute sissy dress.
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Poor little sissy Justin...what would he do? Another gulp of the addictive Feminade and the overwhelming temptation to explore the Sissy Immersion Network began. He scrolled down the Menu bar, stopping on "A Sissy's Introduction to Petticoat Punishment, Narrated by Madame Chadwick." He hit the OK button and there She was. This slightly older but commanding and intoxicatingly Feminine … and stunningly beautiful Woman was sitting in what appeared to be Her Boudoir. And She was wearing the most stunning white satin and *Lace* Full Slip. The bodice had a generous three inches of scalloped French lace while the hem of this incredible slip must have had at least five inches of the same matching Lace. And because the sissy noticed two separate ribbon straps over each of this beautiful Woman's shoulders, he surmised (as do all observant sissies) that She also was wearing a bra. Ohhhhh how he hoped he could discover that Her hidden Bra was every bit as lacy and feminine as Her stunning Slip. She was sitting regally in a luxurious overstuffed black and brown leather chair. Her beautiful legs, encased in dark tan stockings, were crossed, and She was wearing blood red 5-inch stiletto heels. Her lipstick matched Her heels, Her hair was tied up in a tight bun, and She wore black-rimmed glasses. And across Her lap She held a golden hairbrush. She looked directly into the camera, smiling wickedly, self-assuredly speaking, "Ahhhh, hello sissy justine. Now why am I NOT surprised that your very first channel choice is "Petticoat Punishment?" She laughed, and fingered the wide Lace hem of Her ultrafeminine Slip, looking directly at the hapless sissy through the eyes of the camera. "Did you choose this channel because you are infatuated with helpless, weak sissyboys who have no hope ever of becoming real men? Hmmmm…? Sissies who desperately cling to the faint hope that maybe...just maybe...a real Woman...beautiful and Feminine, will somehow believe that you are that Alpha Male She is seeking? Hahaha...you have zero chance ever of that happening. Why? You know why. Because those Women scare you. You envy them, actually. Their Femininity, Their Power, Their clothes...Do you like my Slip, sissy Justine? I wore it just for you. Just for our little informational session...because I am going to Petticoat you. And you are going to obey Me unconditionally. One slip...excuse the pun, sissy," She laughed, "And you'll feel the other end of My golden hairbrush. On the other hand, if you are a good sissy, and accept your Petticoats willingly, I just may allow you to brush My hair while I apply my makeup...wearing a lavish Lacy slip. I may even allow you to touch my lace while I ridicule you and humiliate you in front of my Ladyfriends. I do so enjoy humiliating and shaming weak little sissyboys...dressed in their frilliest Party Dresses, your swishing Petticoat lace exposing itself...while I am making you cry like a Little Girl. I have my own special Femininity Meter for every sissy I emasculate. It ranges from one to ten. Sooooo….sissy Justine, which number do YOU prefer to set as our little goal? Hmmmmm…?
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Thank you for the update, i had somehow missed the last update as i had not commented. I personally hope he selects the sissy panties with the ruffles.
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Just started reading the last few chapters and this is HOT!
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Almost one hour later, the door to the Ultrafeminine Boudoir was unlocked and the stunningly Feminine and powerfully beautiful Maid Celeste Swishingly entered, spying Her victim on the corner of the Lacy satin pale pink and white satin comforter. The timer on the clock had ticked to "O:00 Seconds Remaining - Your Panty Selection Time Has Expired." The hapless sissy was bedecked in the ultrafeminine pantaloons, a sure sign he had chosen to appear at his own little Sissy Tea Party in the emasculating sissy suit...but NOT in a Frilly Party Dress...as Celeste, of course, had wished. No worries, the statuesque Blonde smiled to Herself. "My, my sissy Justine...you have opted to wear...PANTS???" She laughed mockingly at him. She moved directly towards him menacingly. To make matters worse (?) for the pathetic pantywaist, the leggy Blonde had changed uniforms. While Her Dress still was a decadently Feminine confection of exquisite Black Satin, Her white Lace trim was even more elaborate than Her previous uniform. But the Sissy's real focus was on the shorter Skirt of Her ultrafeminine Dress. While Her hemline was now much higher than before, the swishing layers of Her Petticoat Lace were farrrrrrr more visible to the sissy's greedy eyes than it had been before. Celeste now towered over sissy justin. She knew his weakness for Her Pettilace. She was making delicious froufrou with Her stunning Petticoats, slowly swishing Her stiff Lacy crinoline and taffeta layers with Her cherry red fingernails. Her hair was up in a tight bun over Her head, projecting a slightly...but dominant... androgynous look. Except, of course, for Her lace-bedecked magnificent B&%$# ( " at " ) s! And ohhhhh, they WERE magnificent!Her red Lipstick gave Her that authoritarian presence which quickly was taking its expected toll on the mesmerized sissy boy. Six-inch black stiletto heels made her even more intimidating! And now Celeste began Her final entrapment of Her weak vulnerable victim. Making delicious froufrou with Her stunning Petticoats: "My, my such a brave sissy! Disdaining his Petticoats and a Frilly Party dress for his special 'Coming Out' party? Pants? How brave! Do me a favor, sissy Justine...unzip Miss Celeste's uniform, okay?..." The sissy hesitated. "You heard me, sissy! Unzip Me! Now!"
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Going to be interesting to see what Miss Celeste has in mind for sissy Justine next. Love your story
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"How sweet! My adorable little sissy girl has chosen pants to wear for her coming out Sissy Tea Party. The Ladies will be disappointed you won't be properly Frocked and Petticoated for this occasion. Perhaps Celeste can change your mind? Hmmmm? Do you like my uniform? It's a bit short, isn't it, sissy? And I did add an extra Petticoat...just for you, sissy." The stunning blonde took the tips of Her cherry red fingernails, daintily raising Her skirt to reveal a veritable sea of LACE and net crinoline Petticoats. "Oooooooo...do you love My Pettis? Hmmmm? Aren't they just do die for? And now that Dr. Haynes has asked me to wear a shorter skirt...just for this auspicious occasion...well..." She laughed Her Girliest voice yet, "I just can"t seem to hide My lace! Of course, when I am around sissies, well...you know...they get soooo excited! It's so adorable. Sissies seem to be mesmerized by My Lace. I think they secretly envy me? What do you think, sissy?" She laughed gaily. She moved closer, pulling the hem of Her satin and Lace skirt higher, revealing even more Petticoat Lace and net. Snow white. Lacy. She rustled Her skirts. "Unzip me, please...….sissy Justine. Please. Pretty please?" The sissy's hands were shaking. "You know you want to. SO just do it. Then we can have a little chat...about Petticoats. Okay?" The little man had to stand on the bed to reach the leggy blonde's zipper. Nervously, his shaking fingers fumbled with Her zipper until...finally...he slowly slid the zipper down. OMG! A white strapless white lace corset...and six white ribbon garters...covered in ruffled white lace holding up Her black Lace silk stockings...the corset matching the lacy bra top She was wearing. As Her dress began to fall, She ordered Justin to "Pull my Dress over my head...I am wearing far too many Petticoats for you to slide it down over them. Be a good sissy and Celeste just might ...one day...allow you to attend to my needs...as my personal sissy maid. Would you like that?" She laughed tauntingly. "I just bet you would...after you have been Petticoated and completely emasculated." As the sissy gently pulled the beautiful Maid's black satin dress over Her head, She ordered him to hang it on a satin hanger and place it in one of the three white armoires in the large ultrafeminine boudoir. "Then you can join me on the pink settee...in front of the vanity...while I freshen my makeup. And we can chat. Girltalk, of course. Before you return, sissy, take OFF those ridiculous pantaloons and open the middle drawer on the second armoire...the pale pink one. Have you ever worn a slip?"
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Oh slips r nice. i remember my first one loved it. The sissy will too he can not avoid not liking them.
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very interesting, Justin it appears does not stand a chance with women, as small as he is and as much as a wimp he is.
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"No...n...n...no...no, of course not," the little sissy boy stammered. "The leggy petticoated blonde moved closer to the hapless sissy. "Hmmmm...Really? Are you sure you've never worn a Slip?" Celeste giggled. "A short Lacy chemise, perhaps? Hmmmm...?" The sissy nervously shook his head as if to suggest he had not." "I don't believe you." Celeste was towering over justin now, rustling the lacy pettilayers of Her multitiered bouffant Party Slip. "I think you have, sissy." She said, Her hands on Her hips. Picking up the lace-bedecked pantaloons, Celeste cast them aside. And when the sissy made a move for them, She demanded that the sissy stand in his place. "I have one of the Laciest satin Slips you have ever seen, sissy. And I want to see you in it. And I won't take 'no' for answer. It should fit you perfectly. And then you are going to sit next to Me at your vanity while we talk Girltalk as I freshen my makeup. Of course, I may ask you to help Me with my makeup while we have a little chat about Girlythings. If you are an obedient sissy, Celeste might allow you to touch the lacy hem of your slip. Now...don't move...sissy." With that, the tall blonde goddess moved quickly, Her Petticoats rustling, and fetched a snow white satin Full Slip, dainty ribbon straps, and an ultra lacy bodice to match the five inches of flowered French lace on its hem. As She femininely unfurled the lacy satiny confection directly in front of the wide-eyed sissy, She held it squarely against his frail femme body, ordering him to drop the towel he had wrapped around his waist. The trembling sissy felt the Maid's pettilayers from Her Bouffant Party Slip rub against his shaking body as She handed him the frothy confection and ordered him to "Put it on, sissy." The sissy's pleading eyes did nothing to dissuade the dominant Maid from demanding again that he put on the Slip. And when he hesitated, Celeste merely grabbed the docile sissy by the shoulders, stood him straight, gathered the satiny and lacy Slip in Her hands, and lowered it over justin's head. The magnificent 5-inch white Lace hem settled just above his now shaking knees. "Perfect! Now let's slightly adjust the dainty ribbon straps so that the fit is perfectly tailored to your little body. Stand still, sissy." Quickly and expertly the towering blonde Celeste had skillfully adjusted the satin and Lace confection to perfection, taking a moment to admire Her work. "There, sissy, how does it feel to wear such Girly and Feminine Lingerie?" And don't you just love your Lace!" She reached down with Her delicate hands, fingernails perfectly manicured and painted a bright red, and fingered the lacy bodice, remarking, "I have the perfect matching white Satin and Lace Bra to go with your Slip...do you want to wear it for me? Hmmmm....?" She giggled again. Then She rubbed his nipples thru the lavish Lace...fingering them...remarking matter-of-factly, "Someday...soon...you WILL need to wear a Bra. And I am quite certain you will wear the Laciest, most Feminine Bras imaginable. Most Sissies do." She whispered in the stunned sissy's ear, "You are not far away from wearing your very first training Bra." Massaging his ni**les for a few more seconds, She sensed a certain excitement with Her sissy playmate, "You're going to just love wearing Bras..."
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Very slowly they are feminizing the poor boy, please get it over with.
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Meanwhile, the Ladies had convened in the "parlor," where the festivities were to occur with a very celebratory sissy tea party. This parlor was magnificent! It was quite large for what we normally might expect in a parlor. White marble floors, glistening in the morning sunlight shining in through the glass windows. A view of the expansive gardens were a gorgeous backdrop for a tea party. The large crystal chandeliers hung from the white ceiling, the predominate colors in this ornately decorated room were deep burgundies and royal gold. The magnificent drapes, deep burgundy with gold trim, could be electronically positioned to provide the area with privacy, if warranted. Stunning glass-top gold tables, each table could seat either two or four guests. The chairs were all deeply cushioned rosewood, again the design of the chairs to match the burgundies and golds. Dr. Haynes introduced Herself and those special guests who would be in attendance: "Ladies, this is indeed a rare and very special occasion for those of us who are here this beautiful Saturday morning. Of course, the true Guest of Honor is Jane Smythe, the Aunt and legal guardian of our other Guest, young Justin. Jane, welcome. Madame. Kyra Chadwick, the world renowned expert and practitioner of Petticoating and forced feminization, Madame will supervise the entire process of Justin's sissification, especially, of course, his Petticoating. Celeste, Justin's personal maid...for now...is with young Justin right now, laying the groundwork for what we will witness today. Right now, our tall, blonde, stunningly beautiful, ultrafeminine, and quite dominant, is, shall we say, beginning to crush any hope the sissy will have of recapturing his masculinity. Right now, ladies, poor sissy justine is frantically trying to determine whether there is any way out of here...more about that later. And hopefully, justin's personal dressmaker, will be here in a short while. Also, several other members of our small group will be joining us shortly. Ladies, before justin joins us, I would like for Ms. Smythe to understand what a sissy's first public petticoating represents. Madame Chadwick, if you would lead us, please..."
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"Thank you, Dr. Haynes. Ms. Smythe, Congratulations to you for a young man who, very soon, will be accepted into our full, irreversible, ultrafeminine sissification program. His final admissions hurdle is signing over everything he has, billions of it, to his disarmingly beautiful, yet a bit controlling, dear Aunty Jane. Once this is done...he will be Petticoated for the first time, for our entertainment, and then he will be humiliated and embarrassed by all of us who will are attending. Allow me to give you a brief historical perspective on Petticoating males and sissies, and then more about today's schedule." Justin's dear Aunty replied, "Please continue, "Ms. Chadwick." Madame stared icily at Justin's aunty, and then admonishing her in front of the other Ladies, "My dear Ms. Smythe, I prefer to be addressed only as 'Madame.' "Please forgive me, Madame," Ms. Smythe implored. "Of course, my dear Ms. Smythe. All is forgiven, Now you know not to make that same mistake again." The room was dead-silent. Madame Chadwick broke the silence, "Now Ladies, let us help dear little justin's Aunty Jane begin to understand how today will be but a quick snapshot of what dear little sissy nephew justine is experiencing here! Now...about the history of petticoating, also known as 'petticoat punishment,' or sometimes 'petticoat discipline." Just as Madame was about to begin, there was a gentle tap tap on the parlor door, which had been closed. "Enter," Dr. Haynes said. And when the door opened, and the stunningly beautiful and ultrafeminine Maid Celeste entered, Her 5-inch pale pink heels, wearing Her drop-dead gorgeous pale pink bridal satin ultralacy French Maid uniform, white lace stockings, frilly white lace garter straps attached to Her stockings, and an ultralacy white satin apron tied around her narrow waist. Three white gold and pearl drop earrings in each ear were beautiful, Her long blonde hair flowing freely, Her makeup was flawless, her entrance was businesslike and confident. But what REALLY stood out (Literally and figuratively) were the maid's swishing, rustling, and Her ultra-ultra lacy Petticoats. She was breathtakingly beautiful...but oh-so-very confident and sure of Herself. And then Celeste executed the perfect Feminine curtsey to the group of Ladies. She then turned to Dr. Haynes and executed another perfect curtsey. She held the curtsey until Dr. Haynes formally acknowledged Her, presenting Dr. Haynes with a large file folder of papers. "Did he sign the forms, Celeste," Dr. Haynes asked Her Maid. "All of them, Mademoiselle," Celeste answered yes again quickly, with a broad and triumphant smile...
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One hour later, the Women were gathered together by Dr. Haynes: "Ladies, members, honored guests, Welcome! All of us know how utterly fascinating it is to witness a sissy's first public Petticoating. The struggles, the denials, the excuses, by desperate sissies who absolutely fear...and yet crave... the abject fame and humiliation that your male persona...or what was left of it...is officially gone once you are petticoated. Petticoating is the highest act of submission and emasculation. And woe be to an especially pretty boy because he will be petticoated right away. And then Dr. Haynes added, "And tonight's little sissyboi is a '10,' Ladies. And with that, the guests returned to their seats, sipped on champagne mimosas, and waited for the festivities to begin. All of the guests, of course, were either powerful and influential Women or sissies...drop dead, gorgeous, and ultrafeminine. The elegant atmosphere of the parlor suddenly interrupted by the opening of the large oak door and the extremely nervous, somewhat shaking, and clearly frightened sissy justin was led into the room by Celeste. And then the leggy blonde directed the clearly frightened sissy to sit in an area "with children your own age, sissy." She pointed the right, in the direction of three beautiful girls in stunning pink satin French Maid uniforms. Their uniforms each had a subtle but very effective usage of the pale pink, one with small white polkadots, another was wearing a pale pink with the narrowest of white pinstripes, and both had several layers of stiff tulle petticoats which were visible at all times. Each had a frilly, ultralacy white satin apron, with a large white bow in the back. And their makeup was flawless. Each Girl was only about 5'4" with jet black long hair, and stunningly beautiful. They were joined by a third girl, who was more tomboyish than the other two. But Her Dress, Her uniform, was just a little bit longer in length than the very abbreviated skirts of Her two friends. And She was taller, 5'9", and a little less petite than the other Girls. She had shoulder-length brown hair, and a disarming stare. Her Dress Uniform was Pale Pink Satin, heavily trimmed in white French Lace. Ultrafeminine, to be sure. But She had more Petticoats, lace-trimmed, flounced and starched Crinoline and net. And there was more than just a bare glimpse of Her pettis; Her Dress obviously made to have a shorter hem than Her Petticoats. At least 2-3 inches visible...and this was with Her standing up! Any real sissy would be dying to see sit down in that Dress! What master justin witnessed before his arrival to join their little group, as he approached the Girls, was the three of them standing while another girl was filming them on Her phone. It was a video selfie, so to speak. He watched attentively as the three Petticoated Beauties filmed themselves, the taller tomboyish Girl in the middle while the other two, one on each side of the tomboy, hugged and caressed the Tomboy, who, in Her own Red Lipstick, seemed to be taking it lightly and laughing along with them. But what justin also noticed was the futile attempts by the two mischievous Girls to expose more of the tomboy's Petticoats. With both Girls making attempts to expose more Petticoats, the Tomboy was successfully preventing them from getting their wishes, They wanted young master justin to see more Pettilace, but the Tomboy refused, three of them laughing the whole time. All for justin. He watched the two smaller Girls ask the Tomboy to turn around so they...and justin watched the tomboy turn around slowly so that justin could get the full effect. And then the two asked the tomboy to join them on a very expensive sofa. When the three of them got ready to sit down, as the tomboy lowered Herself, the Girl on the left playfully flipped up the Tomboy's Petticoats, the Girl giggling as She did it, hoping for a closer view of the Tomboy's Petticoat. And when the three of them sat together for some pictures the ones on each side again trying to expose more of the Tomboy's Crinoline and Lace. And this whole time, that stunning Tomboy, proudly Petticoated, had been looking squarely at Justin, laughing and having a good time with Her Girlfriends, endeavoring not to show young justin too much Lace and net...while they laughingly did everything they could to make it difficult for the petticoated Tomboy. And all three of them hugged in a "Group Girl Hug," and all of them just laughing...except justin. And then the Tomboy air kissed Her two Girlfriends before they left to "powder our noses and refresh our Lipstick." And then the Tomboy looked at justin, and still laughing, asked justin to "save us that table in the middle of the room." When he did not respond immediately, the petticoated Tomboy pointed to a table for two right in the middle of the very large parlor. And then sissy justin immediately realized that this beautiful, playful, sexy, Tomboy was going to have to sit down...in that gorgeous Dress, and clearly not long enough to cover up what justin just knew were going to be mind-boggling Pettis...
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Justin was relieved that her would be sitting a good distance away from what looked like the area of the parlor where a small elevated stage had been temporarily erected. justin didn't want to sit at a Tea Party, especially this one, where he had feared he would be the center of attention, the target of much shame and humiliation. Instead, he was sitting in the back with this ultrafemininely Petticoated Girl(?) in Her incredibly sexy...and very SISSY...Pink, Satin, French Maid's Uniform. Resplendent with frothy white multilayered Petticoat Lace. She was wearing sheer white silk stockings, pink patent leather stilettos. And the daintiest, frilliest, laciest small white satin apron...perfectly tied in the back into a large decorative bow. This Girl (?) was different, though. Pretty? Oh yes. Strikingly beautiful? No. But it was that slightly Tomboyish demeanor She seemed to possess. Her two Girlfriends were just a bit more overtly Feminine than the Girl justin was waiting for. She just seemed a little more shy about things while she was frolicking with the other two Girls. He couldn't put his finger on it. And the bold red Lipstick She wore really added to Her allure. Her shoulder-length brown hair was loose and flowed freely around Her pretty face while She was playing around with Her girlfriends. She truly was enjoying it, even if it seemed She was a little more reserved. Not really willing to afford even more generous glimpses of Her partially exposed (at least 18 inches) white rustling Crinoline and net pettilayers. And the whole time she was looking...and laughing...at poor little sissy justin. The innocent little naive sissy had no idea who he was about to meet...
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The young, ridiculously feminine and stunningly beautiful pantywaist sat down at the table for two, in the center of this very large and ornate parlor. He felt ashamed of the overtly emasculating sissy suit Celeste had "forced" him to put on after a deeply perfumed and powdered bubble bath. all the while his glazed over eyes just staring hypnotically intoxicating view of the 6' tall blonde leggy Beauty. Her long blonde hair, immaculate makeup, including that all-powerful fire engine red Lipstick, Celeste's perfume, and then...of course, Her uniform. And She wore it so Femininely...and confidently. Oh yes, young master justin was completely under Celeste's Feminine control because Celeste had the Petticoats. justin's kryptonite, so to speak. And She knew how to wear them, too. And every Petticoat in Cesleste's collection had been personally designed by this Feminine Beauty. And when Celeste wore Her stiffest, loudest, Laciest, and most mesmerizing Petticoats in Her vast collection, this was the beginning of the sissy's final days...if not hours... of whatever semblance of masculinity the sissy thought he still had left. Celeste, as stunningly beautiful and feminine as She was dominant, just loved a sissy (still somewhat a sissy in denial) with a confirmed Petticoat fetish. Her ultrafemininity, combined with Her own personal designs of 'sissification petticoats,' had this little girlyboy right on the edge of where She wanted him when She insisted that the sissy, who hesitatingly entered the parlor under the watchful eyes of Celeste, seek out friends his own age as he watched a Petticoat show among these three ultrafeminine Petticoated beauties, frolicking for the camera, embracing, kissing lightly and just having a fun time. All are laughing. And justin cannot keep his eyes off of the Tomboyish girl(?). She is just a touch less formal than the other two, and maybe a bit more modest than her Girlfriends. She is laughing with her beautiful...and Feminine, very Feminine Girlfriends as they jokingly try their best to raise the satin skirt of the Tomboy's pale pink and thin white pinstripe color uniform, playfully demanding additional glimpses of the Tomboy's exquisitely Feminine Petticoats, Her snow white Lace Pettilayers already providing tantalizing views, still not enough to satisfy Her Girlfriends, though. But She valiantly manages to keep their fingers at bay. And the whole time this scene was playing out, just moments ago, this beautiful, unbelievably Feminine Tomboy had Her laughing eyes squarely on Her next victim, justin, hypnotically drawing this pathetic excuse for a man into Her own web of Satin and Lace. Yes, in just seconds, justin would meet his dream Tomboy. And then this beautiful Tomboy quickly and Femininely will be acquainting justin with Her Petticoats. He couldn't wait to spend time with this ultrafeminine and beautiful tomboy. And the Tomboy couldn't wait to learn more about this very Pretty boy. Very Petty, indeed.
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And now our little naive...yes, naive sissy surveyed the room while he waited on that captivatingly beautiful Tomboy to join him at their table for two. More people...Women...ALL Women...had joined the festivities, presented to justin as a "Tea Party." And they all were stunningly beautiful, and all of them were wearing semiformal coc-ktail Dresses. They just looked classy...and beautiful...confident...and oh so Feminine. They were Beautiful! But there were no males. None anywhere. Save for justin. And the ridiculously sissy Lord Fauntleroy sissy suit Celeste had forced him to wear. He was feeling very unsure of what he was to witness in this parlor. He was very nervous, Seconds later, he noticed the entrance of eight stunningly Beautiful young Women. They were gorgeous! Most of them looked like college age athletes. All had shiny long hair. Immaculately understated makeup, and playfully engaging personalities while serving mimosas to the guests.. And their Dresses? Stunning! Feminine! Ultrafeminine! They were all wearing above-knee length white Tulle coc-ktail Dresses, some straight voluminous Skirts, some pleated Tulle, others just layer after layer of soft white Tulle Skirts driving unsuspecting sissybois crazy, Femininely Swishing and swaying Femininely. The atmosphere was festive. (It was almost as if they were sitting at the theater having a drink and socializing until the play began. Twenty of the world's most Beautifully successful Women, all of them supremely confident in who they were.) The other "interesting" twist on the eight beautiful, athletic young Women was that ALL of them were wearing Converse white canvas sneakers. All of them. Yes, sneakers with THOSE Feminine Dresses. The basic white Converse sneaker. The contrast of the sneakers with their Ultrafeminine Party Dresses would send out a message only a sissy would understand. And they knew it! Then four of those Beautiful Girls took up positions in the parlor. Two of them made their way to the entrance doors, positioning themselves not so much to check on people coming, but to make certain that no one attempted to leave...without Their permission. At least that's what young pantywaist justin was believing. There really was no escape from here. He knew he would be no match for those Beautiful Women, some even younger than him. He looked at them. He studied them for a minute. They were drop-dead Gorgeous. And oh sooooo Feminine...and yet they were more athletic than justin could ever have imagined for himself. The Girls were laughing and kidding with each other, posing for pictures with some of the Beautiful Businesswomen in attendance. Yes, it was festive. With almost a feeling of heightened anticipation...for everybody...especially the only sissy in the room.
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The room continued to fill with these stunningly beautiful Women, all of them possessing the confident, Feminine control over any weak, pretty, sissy bois out there who possessed what it takes to be fully and completely Petticoated. The atmosphere was becoming more Feminine, Dominant, and highly anticipatory. Justin could sense it. Feminine...very Feminine...and Confident. Dresses, makeup, and Femininely confident mannerisms all were making him a bit nervous. Suddenly he turned and the Petticoated Tomboy was coming his way. OMG, Her Petticoats! Stiff, rustling, multi-tiered...under Her sissy girly pale pink and white Lace...Ultralacy...sissy maid costume. The satin skirt was a pale pink white candy stripe and very short...thus assuring a permanent exposure of Her stunning Petticoats, deeply frilly and ultralacy. The sibilant swishing of stiff lacy pettis, of course, was this sissy's so-called kryptonite, as well as were the deeply flounced white Lace hems. Poor unsuspecting sissy justin was about to be stripped of any remaining thoughts that this was just one fun happy weekend around Beautiful Women he might be able to attract with his inheritance. He was also about to be stripped of what little remaining thoughts of remaining a male. Resistance would be futile. "Hi, I'm Michaela, 'Mikey' for short, the pretty Tomboy happily offered, and you must be justin?" She offered to justin Her smallish Feminine hand, resplendent with fresh pink nail polish, but Her grip was enough to immediately exert Her physical dominance over little justin. She squeezed it a bit harder until justin was barely able to utter his own name to Her. "That's better. Hi justin." She lowered Herself into the chair, taking extra special care to smoothe Her skirts and Petticoats before taking a seat. justin lowered himself into his seat. As soon as he took his seat, Michaela looked him straight in his eye, smiled at him, and then She looked down at Her skirt to affirm Her ultrafeminine, ultralacy Petticoats were making quite an immodest display of themselves to a "boy." And then She took the satin hem of Her maid's dress and shuffled and made frou frou with Her stiff Pettis, rearranging them, so to speak, with Her delicate hands, the sissy greedily feasting his eyes on Her every movement, until She gave him a look of condescension while smiling at him playfully, looked down at Her exposed Petticoats, gave a brief half-hearted "effort" to pull Her skirts down over her Pettis, and then gave up Her efforts, staring at her little sissy friend. "I'm sorry...but my Petticoats are showing. I do hope you don't mind. After all, a Girl shouldn't be showing Her petticoats to a boi, should she?" justin said nothing. Soooo...how did you snag an invitation to this? I mean...you being a 'male' and everything. Or...are you a sissy? Cat got your tongue? Hmmmm? Are you sure you don't mind if My Petticoats are showing? Don't worry, justin, it will be our little game of 'You can look but you can't touch,' okay, sissy?" He gulped. This was happening in front of all of these beautiful, feminine, powerful Women. And now the pathetic sissy tried to turn the tables on Michaela. He casually acted as if he had ignored everything She just said to him about Her Her calling him a sissy to his face...he dressed in that ridiculously emasculating Lord Fauntleroy suit, Lace embellishments everywhere, and asked the Petticoated Tomboy, "So what are you doing when this is over?" She glared at him for a moment, laughed mockingly in his face, and asked him, "Are you trying to hit on me?" She laughed at him again. "Uhhhh,,,uhhhh...no, not really...I don't think...I...am." She stared at him for a moment before speaking. "I don't believe you. I have to go get my Makeup bag and while i am out I am going to get some champagne. Would you like something to drink?" Before he could answer, the pretty Tomboy got our of Her seat. As She arose, Her left hand quickly dropped down and Femininely moved through Her Petticoats carefully, as She checked Her skirt and pettis. It was quinessentially Feminine...yet very seemingly nonchalantly performed. justin noticed this, too. While She was gone, the room had become a little more observed by the eight Beautiful Women in their white Tulle dresses and white canvas sneakers. They were still serving champagne but were occupying every section of the large parlor. And they were all Beautiful, moving about casually but Femininely in their Ultrafeminine white Tulle Party Dresses. In no time, Michaela, had returned, carrying Her pale Pink Makeup bag as well as juggling two drinks, champagne for the Tomboy in the rich Satin maid uniform wearing oodles of Lace Pettis, and a tall glass of Pink Feminade, overflowing with blue ice cubes sissy justin. Michaela set the drinks on the table, positioned Her Makeup bag directly in front of Her, and slowly...very slowly...lowered Herself into Her seat and, fluffing and rearranging Her stiff Crinoline and Lace, all along looking directly at the hapless sissy. "Listen here, you little petticoat sissy, we are going to have a conversation right now, and if you interrupt me one time, I will have YOU in My Dress and my Petticoats, in ninety seconds...in front of everyone. While I am talking to you, I expect your undivided attention. Do NOT let me catch you looking at my Petticoats, staring at these Beautiful, Feminine, and Dominant professional Women, gawking at the eight Beautiful Female Athletes in their Frilly Short White Tulle Party Dresses and white canvas sneakers...you look directly at me unless I order you otherwise. Here, drink your Feminade, all of it. "That's a good little boy, sissy justin." The Tomboy fingered and made light frou frou with Her rustling Petticoats as She complimented him on this simple act of obedience. "justin, while I am freshening my Makeup, sitting here with my Petticoats overflowing everywhere, and we are going to have...shall we say...a philosophical discussion on the many benefits of Petticoating and shaming weak, effeminate, short, and most of all, stunningly Beautiful sissies. And let's face it justin, you ARE a sissy. Or at least you think you are. We are only here to confirm those tendencies and examine your potential as a fully Feminized, submissive, obedient, and ultrafeminine sissy maid for one of these Beautiful Women in attendance here."
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The sweat on justin's brow was picked upon right away by Michaela. Wasting no time at all, the beautiful Petticoated Tomboy pushed her pale pink makeup bag across the table and ordered justin to open the bag. And when he hesitated, the Tomboy hissed, "I'm not kidding you about putting you in my Dress...and my Lace Petticoats. Now open my makeup bag and find my red lipstick. Do it now..."justin quickly retrieved the Feminine pink leather bag and unzipped it. His fingers were frantically searching for Mikey's red lipstick. She began tapping Her freshly painted and manicured fingernails on the glass table top. "Can't you find My red lipstick? Is it really all that hard?" And then the Pretty Petticoated Tomboy suddenly stood up, and after Femininely, yet seemingly nonchalantly brushing Her other hand though the lacy hems of Her Petticoats, She ordered justin to "Stand up. Now." At that moment real fear seeped into the mind of this true "sissy wannabe." This very hapless...and very Pretty...boi always believed he could indulge in his silly little fantasies unchecked...and on his terms...always on his own terms. But justin was soon to learn otherwise. And with one final attempt to prevent having to stand up for this Femininely confident stunningly pretty Tomboy, in front of ALL of these strikingly Feminine, stunningly beautiful, and supremely confident Women. "Is this it?" The desperate boi pulled out of Mikey's Makeup bag a gold tube of Lipstick." His voice was almost pleading...Mikey took the Lipstick tube from justin, examined it closely, and then Femininely...but critically, and agonizingly (for justin) slowly examined the bright red Lipstick." Looking down at a genuinely scared justin She pointed to justin with the Lipstick, and said, "Next time, don't take so long. Now...start looking for my Blush...and my Brush. It's Pink. Girly Pink. You do know what Blush is, right? Before you say you don't know what Blush is, I will personally Petticoat you right now if you deny knowing what Blush is. Makeup excites you, doesn't it, little girl. Hmmmm? In front these Powerful Women. Right now. Don't test Me, sissy boi. Now...you do know what Blush is, right?"
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It's always lovely to get an update to this delightful tale which - difficult to believe - has now extended over 15 years. Just one more reminder that once a sissy, always a sissy. Thank you!
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justin swallowed, and nodded in the affirmatively, before whispering a simple, "Yes." "Of course you do," Mikey fired back. And then I will need my eyeshadow palette. And my eyeliner, and my mascara, and my red lip pencil...in that order. Now do you think you can handle that?" Her sarcasm was biting as She stared down at him. Standing over him in Her ultraFeminine baby Pink satin Maid's uniform, Her hands on Her hips, She caught the sissy staring up under Her Dress, at her Lacy Pettis. She giggled menacingly as She made Rustling froufrou with Her layers of Snow White Crinoline and Lace Petticoats. And then She s-l-o-w-l-y lowered Herself into Her chair, Femininely smoothing Her rustling Lacy Pettilayers underneath Her Short uniform, and looked straight at justin, "Have my Makeup ready when I ask you for it. Understood?" "I'll do my best...I promise," stammered the hapless justin. She laid the tube of Lipstick on the table, lòoked at justin and asked him, "Now, where's my Blush? And my Pink Brush?" "I...I...I have them right here," a hint of pride in his voice as he handed them to this very Pretty, very Feminine, and very controlling young Woman(?). Mikey opened the Compact, swirled Her pale Pink Brush in the pale pink powder, tapped Her brush twice, took the Brush, gently applied just a touch of color to Her cheeks, all the while looking in the mirror of Her compact. As She swirled Her Brush in the powder again, She stopped, tapped the excess powder again, and then pointed the Girly Pink Brush at poor justin, "Are you enjoying watching me put on my Makeup? Hmmmm...?" Laughingly, She aimed Her Brush at Her pretty boi, and as She laughed, "Especially while I am all Girly and Petticoated? Make no mistake, my pretty little sissy boi, if you do NOT quit feasting your greedy little eyes on MY Petticoats, I will find some of your own Petticoats for you to wear. And maybe wear Them under a nice little Frilly Satin Party Dress. You may look at my Petticoats when...and if...I give you My permission. Understood? Good. Now hand me my Eyeshadow and put my Blush and my Brush back in My Makeup bag..."
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As this scene at the table, was playing itself out...in the middle of this enormous parlor area, Michaela already was imposing Her Feminine will on this pitiful excuse for the masculine gender. Mikey was handling little sissyboi justin with a steady dose of emasculation...in public. And in the presence of these stunningly beautiful, strong, successful Women. And indescribably Feminine as a sign of Their total power and control. Approaching justin and Michaela was the most stunningly Beautiful Woman justin had ever seen...a little over six feet tall, in Her 5-inch black slingback stilettos, Her thick, silky and shiny jet black hair put up in a high ponytail. But it was ALL about the Dress. Make no mistake about that. Her Pale Pink Tulle Skirt, at least seven layers. This swishing pale Pink cloud of rustling Tulle, billowed out into an explosion of Girly Femininity. Ballerina style, resembling a long tutu, the Skirt fell to just below the knee. Her black Silk sleeveless top was well-fitted to Her perfect body. Her Br# ( " at " ) $^& were prominent, but not oversized, and were displayed prominently but tastefully . Her makeup, not overstated at all, was Perfect. As She stopped at almost every table and chatted for a moment with almost every Woman at every table, it was obvious She was having a great time. She was all smiles. justin was mesmerized by this Woman...by Her Beauty, and of course, her powerful Femininity. She looked in his direction, straight at his table, holding her black, with pale Pink trim, Gucci leather clutch, She had Her sights on justin's table...and on little justin. justin was about to be overwhelmed, and he knew it. And so did She...
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This Woman was Beautiful!!! And justin knew he had seen Her face recently on the cover of a prominent Women's Fashion, Financial or Business magazine...or maybe he had seen Her in both magazines. Maybe. And he thought he had seen Her on those magazine covers within the last few weeks. As this Goddess approached justin's and Michaela's table, the sibilant Rustling of this Beautiful Woman's multiple layers of Tulle were having the predictable effect on this sissy's hypnotic addiction to Beautiful, Confident, and of course, supremely Feminine Women who have a "thing" for little sissybois and prettybois...or both. Justin just stared, in awe of this Beauty. And then, of course, Her Dress. OMG! Upon the Woman's arrival to justin's table, Michaela arose from Her chair, brushing Her hand under Her Skirts and Petticoats, and addressing this mystery Woman with a perfectly executed Curtsey. Justin's eyes shifted to watch this strikingly Pretty Tomboy, Herself Petticoated, holding out Her Pale Pink and White Bridal Satin Skirts, Her Fingers delicately holding Her Petticoats as She executed a perfectly Feminine Curtsey. And then the two of Them hugged and exchanged kisses between Their exquisitely Painted lips. Michaela busied Herself, fluffing out Her multitiered stiff, White, Lacy.. very lacy...Petticoats...rustling musically as the two Women separated. "Ohhhhhh....I just LOVE that Skirt," Mikey gushed to the Woman, who laughed, replying, "Thank you! I just love it, too! Isn't it gorgeous. And I love this shade of Pink. This is the first time I have worn it. I just love it! The swishing Tulle, the rustling layers. I am so glad I was born a Girl so I could wear Dresses." "How many layers does it have?" Mikey asked. "Seven, I think. Let's see." And as this stunningly beautiful Woman prepared to stand on one Heel and begin counting the layers of pale Pink Tulle, Michaela looked straight at justin, closed Her Eyeshadow Palette, and then strongly "suggested" that justin get down on his knees and HE would count each and every single layer of Swishing Tulle for Her. justin was stunned. Frozen. 'Now justin, be a good little boy and help the Lady out. Gently take each layer of Her Tulle Skirt and begin counting...out loud...one layer at a time. Now...be a good boy. The Lady is waiting..."
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And now poor justin faced yet another defining moment which would go far in determining this still unsuspecting sissy's future. He knew he had to put a stop to "this..." all of it. But Michaela's overwhelming control...Her exquisitely Frilly uniform, Her Petticoats, of course. And now She had quickly "forced" him to manage Her Makeup for Her, almost calling him out in front of the whole room, threatening to Petticoat him...here and NOW, becsuse he was too slow in retrieving Her Makeup from Her Feminine Makeup bag. And now this...he had to stop this...fast! It was getting way out of control. His convenient Fantasies were one thing...when he decided to engage in them...he always had been in control. He indulged his desires when he felt like it. He spent countless hours surfing the web for anything he dared to search for And now, at this very moment, he sat there, frozen, and reality was beginning to hit him. Now was the time to find the courage to say "no more. I'm outta here." He better do it now, he thought. Or the Shame and the Humiliation he was about to experience would far and away exceed even master justin's wildest fantasies. And Her Skirt! It was stunning! Ultrafeminine and very classy. And this Goddess of Feminine Beuty was wearing it. He was frozen in this moment, mustering the courage to resist this latest assault on his last remnants of masculinity. "justin! What are you waiting on?..." Michaela rose Her voice slightly. "So help me, you little girl..." And then the Petticoated Tomboy looked down at Her little sissy boi, rose the short Satin Skirt of Her exquisitely Feminine Maud's Uniform, raised Her Swishing pettilayers, glared at thecsisdy, and ordered justin to touch Her Petticoats...to "fondle" them, "caress" them. She invited him to "examine the lavishly Lace trim on every single tier," wondering how you are going to REALLY feel when I put YOU into these Petticoats...MY Petticoats...here...and now...if you don't start counting...out loud...so MS. Olympia and I know exactly how many layers of Tulle...and maybe even some Crinoline...Her Skirt has." And without giving justin any more time to think about it...the die was cast...well, almost. Michaela added, "And since you have taken way too much time already, you can count the layers of Petticoats I am wearing. You can start with me." The Tomboy sneered at Her pretty...very pretty captive. And Olympia was waiting...
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Justin could feel the sweat on his brow. he was about to acquiesce to Michaela's ridiculous demands. Ridiculous and exciting, and yes, egregiously emasculating. And still...he had no nerve no b#&%s left to resist what he knew was going to be, to say the least, an embarrassing moment. Just as he was ready to submit to Mikey's demands to count the gorgeous white rustling white Lace Petticoats She had on under Her pale pink and white short Satin Miud's Uniform, lace-trimmed seemingly everywhere on Her Satin short Skirt. "It's okay, Mikey. We can deal with this later. "justin," the Goddess addressed him with a smile, "Hi I'm Olympia. Do you mind if I join you and Michaela?" Before the sissy could answer, She reached out to shake justin's hand. And She squeezed justin's hand...really squeezed it...and when She released the sissy's hand, She addressed Her Skirt Management strategy for trying to sit in Her Stunning Pink Tulle Skirt. She slowly smoothed out all of the layers of Tulle...and Net...very stiff Net. And Her Skirt rustled enchantingly as She lowered Herself into the chair next to justin. Her Skirts spilled out everywhere! And She knew...She had to know, justin surmised, the mesmerizing effect Her Dress was having on this little sissy. Then She turned to Mikey and had a brief conversation, right in front of justin, as if he wasn't even there. Mikey, did you bring them?" Mikey replied, "No. But they're in my room. I can go get them." "Oh, that would be marvelous! Take your time so justin and I can get better acquainted." "Okay, Miss Olympia It will take me a few minutes." Then Mikey got up from the table, whIskIng Her Pretty Hand through the hems of Her Petticoats and then executing a perfect Petticoated curtsey. She left for an exit while Olympia initiated Her first little chat with this fascinating and quite beautiful boi.
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Justin's strategy was to play it cool. Heck, he had money. Plenty of it and was in line to be among the wealthiest men in the world in less than two years, and he wasn't bad looking, he tried to convince himself. His plan also called for him to simply ignore the way he had been dressed. justin wanted to get this Woman to spend some time with him. "You are stunningly Beautiful," justin blurted out to Her. "Oh, what a sweet thing to say," this Beauty smiled. justin asked Her, "Do you have a boyfriend? Are you married?" "Why?" She laughed. "Are you interested?" "I am. Yes!" ,"That's so sweet, justin. But you don't know anything about Me." "I just know you are the most Beautiful Woman I have ever laid eyes on." And then this Goddess looked straight into Her pretty little sissy friend's wide open eyes, and stated emphatically, "But I prefer only Feminine company." And then She took a moment to rearrange Her Ballet-style Pink Tulle Skirts, and then fingering Her Skirts, creating a Rustling Froufrou, leaned forward, and asked him, "Do you have a problem with that?" "Ummmm...n-n-n-n-no." He gulped. "Of course not." Olympia said, "Besides, you haven't told me anything about yourself. Justin, I'm an analytical Girl. I believe I can learn almost everything I need to know about a boi just by knowing his search history...ALL of it. Would you agree with that premise?" Without stopping, She continued, "Sooooo...if I was to see your search history, justin, say for the last 5-7 years, what would I learn about you? Hmmmmm?" Her Beautiful long hands were resting in the voluminous Skirts of Her Pink Tulle. She was staring directly at him. justin took a split second to envy Her Makeup and the Feminine Power it held over him. He blabbered his response, not very confidently, "I google a lot of sports, especially soccer. I follow professional hockey. Mostly sports," his voice trailed off. She smiled, sarcastically asking, "Mostly sports? Okay. When you're not searching for sports sites, what are you searching for?" he froze for a few seconds, before throwing out a handful of news websites. BBC, NY Times. And again, justin's voice trailed off, lacking confidence in his answer. "Are you leaving anything out? Anything at all?" Olympia had a quizzical look as She asked him. "I don't believe you. Not entirely. What would you say if I told you I knew YOUR entire search history for the last seven years. All of it." And then She made frou frou with Her Skirts, and "asked" him, "While you are pondering your response regarding your complete search history, would you be a Dear and please count the Tulle layers of my Skirt before Mikey gets back. I want to have an answer for Her. Meanwhile, I can help you fill in the blanks with the 'missing parts you seem to conveniently have forgotten..."
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Now justin was in a panic. He knew all of these Supremely Feminine, Beautiful and Confident Women would see him acquiesce to the "wishes" of Olympia. Would he do it? Would he submit to what She knew would be a humiliating experience. He knew it would, too. But his thoughts were interrupted quuckly by this Goddess, "Do it now, justin." She leaned forward, tapping Her Feminine fingers impatiently on the glass table top, "I won't ask you again." She pulled out of Her Purse a White Makeup Brush, followed by a Compact. She did this slowly, deliberately, all the while lòoking straight at the sissy. Then She pointed Her White Makeup Brush directly at the terrified sissy, "Now, you may count the number of Layers my Skirt has. Count every Layer. And separate the Layers into categories, such as Tulle, Crinoline Net, Taffeta, and Satin. And pay attention to the Lace. I want you to be able to describe EVERY detail to Mikey if She asks. Meanwhile," She continued, as soon as you have learned All about My Skirt, we can have a chat about, let's say.....Yes! Our search histories!" Olympia pulled out Her Tube of Pale Pink Lipstick while justin's visibly trembling little fingers moved towards Olympia's Ultrafeminine and VERY Full Pink Tulle Skirt(s). "Now make sure you get it right. Then we're going to have a nice little Girly chat about your.....proclivities. I have soooooo many questions?"And with that, the sissy got out if his chair, down on his knees, and nodded to Her as if asking for Her permission to even be allowed to touch such a quintessentially Feminine garment. A typical sissy behavior. A clue. And She knew it." "You have three minutes, justine," Olympia said, Feminizing the sissy's name for th e first time. "That is the amount of time it will take Me to freshen my Makeup..." Pausing for just a moment, She added..."Except for My Lipstick. I think I will freshen my Lipstick while we're having our Girltalk. I can ask you some questions about your search history. Meanwhile, Mikey will be back any minute now. Do take notice of Her NEW Petticoats, justin. I designed them Myself..."
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And now the embarrassed boi was doing exactly what he knew She had ordered him to do, just to shame him...to emasculate him, if you will...in public. And in front of THIS gathering. Yet he did exactly what She had just ordered him to do. Essentially, Olympia was calling justin's masculinity out. Right here. And right now. His pale little face was now burning red with shame. And yet he did it. Olympia looked down at Her sissy triumphantly, continuing, "Look up at Me, justine. Watch Me apply just a touch of Blush, just to tease you..." and the Tall Feminine Goddess took Her Feminine Brush, lightly swirled it in the compact She was daintily holding in Her other hand, followed by an expertly confident and Feminine application to Her Gorgeous cheekbones. Then he heard the click of Her closing Her compact as She pointed Her Makeup Brush at him, "Now you have an image of Me in your mind, Femininely...Confidently freshening My Makeup. And you have a front row seat while you are playing in My Skirts. Now, you have three minutes." She took her phone out of Her Purse to go thru Her email and to set the alarm in it for three minutes. She also kept Her eye on Her new playmate as his fingers examined Her Skirt(s). When the alarm sounded, Olympia ordered justin to stop and rejoin Her at their table. Meekly he complied and as he took a seat, Olympia turned to justin and asked, "So, did you learn a lot about my Skirt? I hope so. We'll find out when Mikey returns. Make sure you compliment Her on Her new Petticoats....Sooooo...when I saw your 7-year search history...the search history that really matters, justine." After Feminizing justin's name again, justin did nothing...again. He just sat there and said nothing while this Goddess began Her assault on what little was left of any remaining masculinity the boi had left in him. "You have been a naughty little man for quite some time. We need to follow through on your recent searches regarding FLR's." When justin tried to ask Her what She meant by that, She laughed, "Now you know exactly what an FLR is. You've searched for it tens of thousands of times in just the past year. FEMALE LED RELATIONSHIPS. Am I correct?" "Y..y..yesss, but I was just curious. That's all." Olympia basically ignored his response, saying curtly, "We will revisit FLR's later. For now, though, I want to discuss a topic you think you know a lot about. You may be surprised how much I know about that same topic." Wwwhhhat...is...that topic?" justin stammered. This Beautuful Woman then took out Her Pink tube of Lipstick, removed the cap, and slowly twisted the tube until the Shimmering Pink Lipstick emerged. As She slowly...and oh so Femininely freshened Her Lipstick, She said, "Let's talk about sissies. Especially the Pretty kind. And Feminization. Specifically, Forced Feminization? With a heavy dose of Petticoating. How does that sound?"...
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Now justin froze. Just like that. His face was burning. Olympia zeroed in. "So, do you think Petticoating works on Pretty bois, sissies...? Hmmm?" She re-touched Her Lipstick again. Pouting Her Lips. And looking straight forward...right unto Her sissy's wide eyes, Her Feminine Beauty was overpowering. The faint smell of a flowery Perfume wafted sweetly past justin. "Personally" the Goddess continued, holding Her Lipstick in Her hand, "I think Petticoating is the ONLY way to go." justin gulped noticeably, his face on fire, and his eyes redirected to Olympia's flared Tulle Skirt...or Skirts. justin was no match for Her. "I believe the Prettier the sissy, the faster he should be Petticoated. The really Pretty sissies, especially the youger sissies, say...mid-twenties. It just makes sinse. A Mistress who chooses a really Pretty boi wants his masculinity extinguished as expeditiously as possible. Petticoating is such an egregiously overwhelming and shaming experience on the victim. And yet it also proves to be highly arousing to many sissies. It makes for a perfect conundrum for a sissy...YOU are very Pretty, justin...Aren't you a sissy?"...
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justin's pretty reddened face shamefully froze in fear of this Feminine, Beautiful, and DOMINANT Woman. She Fluffed Her Rustling layers of flared Pink Tulle and (justin's recently discovered) starched White Crinoline Petticoats beneath Her Full Skirts. She made certain to "rearrange" Her Skirts, meticulously followed by Her seductively reapplying Her Pink Lipstick. And the sissy just froze at Olympia's questioning whether HE was a sissy. His face was on fire. "I think, my new little friend, that you very much have the potential to be a REAL sissy. Not some part-time fantasy girly-boi. Your search history is ALL there. It's cute, actually." Now this Goddess reached for justin's hands and held them, before squeezing them just a bit harder. She was hoping to see tears. But not yet. This little sissy was trying very hard not to break. "No, justin. Your little fantasies are over. You may think you are a sissy, but you are not. Not yet. As a matter of fact, you are far from it. Do I think Petticoating is effective? Especially when it is PERMANENT? AOHhhhhhh...Absolutely. Petticoating makes the Sissification permanent, and the sissy's emasculation is 100% complete. I say, 'the Girlier the sissy...the better." The Beauty stared right at him. "Don't you agree?"...
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"Would you like to try some of My Lipstick? I know you do. And YOU know you do. Go ahead, Justine...or...should I start calling you 'little miss sissy boy justine?' Drink your pretty pink Feminade, justin. It will make your cravings for Girly things even more powerful than they already are. Now drink your girly sissifier. Go ahead, sissy, I dare you. And suc-k on your pale blue ice cubes while we continue our little chat. Okay? Now go ahead...drink up, like a good little boy," the Goddess teased. he picked up the glass and took a sip of the sugary sweet concoction. And another. And yet another sip of this addictive drink. Olympia rolled Her Pink shimmering Lipstick back into its case. Turning ALL of Her attention to Her weak sissy friend, She continued Her verbal shaming, "Do you know what your ten most frequently used search terms are, justin? And this includes all of those other sports and news websites you claim to visit. Take a guess which one is first? And it's not even close. Go ahead . You should know. After all, YOU were the one searching." And then She started impatiently tapping Her long Painted Fingernails on the glass table top with Her right Hand. Staring right at the sissy, refusing to say another word until he responded. Finally, "I...I...I...don't know. I have no idea," with much nervousness in his barely audible voice. Olympia rearranged Her Skirts and Petticoats, "YOU would lòok adorable in My Skirt, justin. She made rustling FrouFrou with Her Ballet Style Skirt. "Would you like to try it on some time? It feels awesome when YOU are wearing it. The Swish-swish-swishing of YOUR Skirts The rustling of YOUR Tulle, Crinoline, and Silk. You just know you do. Or..." She paused, played with Her Long Ponytail, and asked, laughing Girlishly, "Would you rather Be FORCED to wear it. Hmmmm...?"
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Olympia edged closer to Her adorable little cowering excuse for a male to "Stay still. Don't you dare move. She retrieved from Her Feminine Purse a Makeup Compact and Her fluffy, Feminine Blush Brush and whispered, "Now, my little girlyboi, while I am applying Blush to your Girly cheeks, WE are going to talk about my dear little justine's Top Ten Search Terms. The #1 search term, which you claim to know nothing about, is...And I do so love this...is "PETTICOATED." So, my dear little sissy wannabe, what is YOUR explanation? And don't keep me waiting, girly. Do YOU need to be PETTICOATED, justin? I think BOTH of US know the answer to that question. And I am just the WOMAN to do it, dear boi. Because it has been MY #1 search topic for the last three years, too! Your next most frequently searched term was the word 'sissy.' Well, I think WE know what that infers, right?" justin was too stunned to say anything, and just sat in his seat with a defeated, and very scared look on his face. And the afternoon was just starting. Olympia continued. "Feminization' is next. Then "Forced Feminization'...And next is 'Petticoating'...'Petticoat Punishment'...Frilly Party Dresses for Sissies and GIRLS...wow, justin," Olympia laughed, THAT ONE JUST ABOUT SAYS IT ALL!" She laughed. Then She continued Her list..."'LACE,' we saw a lot of that word, of course, especially when it was paired with 'Frilly Party Dresses' or 'Petticoats.' Emasculation. Shame...Humiliation...Forced Sissification...you get the idea, sissy.So how is your memory now...little miss sissy justine?"...She smirked. "And let's not forget searches for 'Lingerie,' 'Lacy Bras,' 'Lacy Panties,' ''Lacy Slips,' 'Full Slips,' and my personal favorite, 'Corsets. Soooo...is YOUR memory coming back NOW, sissyboi?"...
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Olympia ordered Her pitifully weak pretty boi to "keep perfectly still while We finish YOUR Makeup, My Very Pretty little sissy boi." A few quick Feminine Brush Strokes on each side of his Pretty face, the closing of Her Compact, and then leaving both Her Compact AND Her Feminine Makeup Brush out on the glass table...alongside Her Tube of Pink Lipstick. Stated matter of factly, "You DO know WE still have Eye Shadow, Eyeliner, Eyebrows, and Mascara to do. Of course WE can do both, Girltalk AND Makeup! Won't that be fun, 'master' justin?"Blatant sarcasm coming from Olympia as she emphasized 'mister. "And then WE have our rather fascinating entertainment following our Girltalk. So do YOU know about the entertainment portion of our meeting?" Justin's head perked up, wondering seriously where this powerfully FEMININE and Stunningly Beautiful Woman was going with this. "No. Nobody has told me anything other than a Tea Party. That's all I know." "It's a little production some of us are going to perform for our Members and a few Very Special Invited Guests. ALL WOMEN. No men. No men EVER. And perhaps a sissy or two. Anyway, tonight's play focuses on PETTICOATING...INTENSE PETTICOATING. Starring very Pretty little sissies. So..." She was interrupted briefly
by a friend waving to Her. After exchanging waves, Olympia continued, "Okay, the setting for the first scene is in an intimate parlor inside a huge secluded Mansion out on a massive country estate where a sissy boi...a PETTICOATED sissy boi is dressed in an exquisitely Feminine, mini-length White Bridal Satin sissy maid's uniform, *Lace*-bedecked, VERY LACE-BEDECKED, and oodles of the palest Pink and White swishhhhhhhhh...ing Lace Petticoats peeking out *Lacily* the constant sibilant Rustling of the Humiliated sissy's Stunningly FEMININE Petticoats. The young sissy maid-in-training is Curtseying to his Governess, who is sitting in a rich Leather Chair, in Her knee-length Black A-line Dress, long legs encased in Black Silk Stockings and Her feet in 5-inch Stilettos, in Rich Black Italian Leatherand is holding a Black Whip in Her long narrow hands, Cherry Red Perfectly manicured Fingernails. Running Her Hand slowly up and down Her Whip, She is not satisfied with the poor Petticoated sissy frustratingly trying to perform his best Curtsey in the properly FEMININE manner. The Governess is lecturing the poor little sissyboi on the many Feminine nuances of SKIRT MANAGEMENT, threatening to add yet another set of Frilly and ultraLacy Petticoats while the hapless sissy already is struggling to manage the Pettis he already is wearing. The other character in the scene is a gorgeously submissive sissyboi observing this Petticoated Sissy enduring a tea serving lesson from his Governess. Anyway, the sissyboi, resplendent in his Super Frilly Lord Fauntleroy sissy outfit is carefully observing the shaming of the Petticoated sissy maid by his Governess in front of all these Beautiful Women in here. The Petticoated sissy demonstrates the correct properly Uniformed and Effeminate way to formerly serve tea while the sissyboi quietly and obediently observes every detail...as ordered." She paused, still enthusiastic about "possibilities." She was smiling a smile that seemed to say, "MY Femininity IS My POWER."Her smile was intoxicating and confident. Continuing, She said, "We already have a sissy-in-training...a novice... who is playing the role of the Petticoated Sissy Maid (in training). However, we will ask for 'audience participation' in the role of the sissy who is observing," She stated, looking squarely at poor justin." She paused, giggling, and said to the sissy, "As a matter of fact, YOU would be perfect for THAT role. Actually, you are almost already dressed for the part. You just need a Frillier...more sissified outfit than what you have on. THIS sissy will be wearing White Bridal Satin...to match the petticòated sissy maid's little Dress...ALL the way down to the *Lace.* As a matter of fact, the Little Lord Fauntleroy Suit that our character today will be wearing has the Frilliest, *Laciest* Full-Skirted PINAFORE, White Silk, and the *Laciest* Pinafore I have ever seen! OMG! IT could almost be a PETTICOAT!!! And it ties in a BIG BOW in the back! You simply would look ADORABLE in that outfit, justin. Especially after We finish doing the rest of YOUR Makeup!" She winked at him while Her perfectly manicured fingers played Girlishly with Her Long Thick Beautiful, Shining, Jet-Black Ponytail. Meanwhile, justin sat there stunned. Literally stunned. It hit him. This stunningly Beautiful Woman, of all people, knew EVERYTHING about him. Everything. Olympia continiued, "Part II of our little double feature is all about a very pretty sissyboi who somehow finds himself 'trapped' inside this Super UltraFeminine DRESS SHOP, set in the Late 1950's, early 60's, catering exclusively to 'Young Misses'...and...as this unsuspecting boi character soon realizes...the occasional sissy...if the sissy is Pretty enough." She paused again, continuing to play with Her hair, twirling Her thick Ponytail Femininely. "I think my preference...for YOU, justin, might be the DRESS SHOP scene. Yes, I'm positive. Sooooooo How about you, justin? Which scene are YOU going to volunteer to play? Remember, these WOMEN do DEMAND authenticity from ALL of the characters." She psused to pick up Her Girly White Makeup Brush, and pointing it squarely at justin, said definitively and absolutely, "Yes, I am very, shall we say, 'intrigued' with the thought of you trying to put up a fight in a very Girly Ultrafemine DRESS SHOP...surrounded...no...TRAPPED... by GIRLY PARTY DRESSES. I think you would be in PETTICOATS in no time!" She laughed at justin, daring him. Taunting him. "You should volunteer for that part, justin. In a FRILLY, LITTLE-GIRLY DRESS SHOP. You would get to play the lead role of a soon-to-be 'New sissy.' Tell you what, I'll make you a bet. I'm betting YOU will be in PETTICOATS...and a VERY FRILLY PARTY DRESS...in LESS than one hour, once you have 'entered' THIS particular little Dress Shop. If you win, by refusing to submit to the FEMININE Demands of these Beautiful Women that he be "appropriately' Dressed...or what do WE prefer to call it, justin? Oh yes, 'PETTICOATED.' Soooo...if you successfully resist Their Demands for 60 minutes, you win. Simple as that." Now Olympia was taunting her little sissy friend....if you resist Their FEMINIZATION Program just one second beyond the first hour, you win and I must do whatever you ask me to do, for one week. On the other hand, if I win the bet, you WILL do whatever I TELL you to do. Okay?" justin asked Olympia to clarify one thing: If HE lost the bet, for how long would he be under Her control? One week, too? Olympia just laughed at justin while She Femininely retouched Her Lipstick, and looking directly into the awestruck sissy's wide eyes, coolly replied, "For as long as I want, my dear little Pretty boi. Ms. Olympia gets Her 'little gurl' for as long as She desires. Sooooo...are you up for this little wager, justin? Hmmmm...?" She paused, deep in thought, and then She continued, "Let's make it really interesting: "I believe You also WILL cry tears of shame and humiliation within 60 minutes of your entering the Dress Shop. The winner of this bet gets the loser for ONE YEAR. That's right, justin. One whole year.
Imagine what you could make me do for you over a whole year." She made Feminine Frou-Frou with HER own Tulle and Crinoline Net Skirts." Go for it, justin. Volunteer for BOTH sissy roles. Two separate bets. I dare you. By the way, I am betting my '1-year' wager on
your performance in the DRESS SHOP." Then Olympia stood up, quickly, Femininely, yet matter-of-factly, swished Her right hand thru the hems of Her Skirts, raised Her Pretty hand, and said, just loudly enough for the Women in the room to hear: "Ladies, this very nice man sitting with me wishes to be cast as the soon-to-be Frocked and Petticoated Pretty bois..." She paused, heightening the suspense in the room... "in BOTH productions!" A triumphant Smile appeared on the face of this Stunningly Beautiful, Controlling, and Powerfully FEMININE Woman...and then the wide-eyed sissy began to notice the stage area of this majestic parlor where a steady procession of those Beautiful Girls in Their Frilly White Tulle Party Dresses and white Converse canvas sneakers, started rolling dress rack after dress rack of the FRILLIEST SATIN AND LACE GIRLS PARTY DRESSES this sissy ever had laid his sissy eyes on. Additionally, headless mannequins were being strategically positioned to emphasize some of the Frilliest Dresses. Justin's head was spinning. This was REALLY happening. And now he wasn't so sure he wanted to go through with this...He had only fantasized about these types of things before. But before he had the courage to say anything...one last and final chance to stand his ground and prove to this Stunning Beauty that he wasn't really a sissy, no words came out of his mouth. Olympia seized this moment. "Great! Then WE have a bet?Actually I presume we have two bets, right, justin?" Now the Goddess Olympia opened Her Compact, took Her Feminine Makeup Brush, and FEMININELY motioned for him to move his frightened face to meet Her Brush at his right cheek." Swirling this Incredible Weapon of Forced Feminization lightly across the sissy's cheek, She ordered him to say rhe following, "Yes, Mistress Olympia. In the future, if you ask me a question, I will not hesitate in my reply." "Good boy, justin. Good boy. Now...do we have two bets? Two bets which will prove once and for all that FEMINIZATION is YOUR destiny? Hmmmmm? Or will you finally stand up for your masculinity? I'm betting you won't...or can't. And let me be perfectly clear, little miss justine," said Olympia, as She Femininely stroked the sissy's cheek with Her Soft Feminine Brush, "I ALWAYS bet to win. I normally WIN. And I ALWAYS collect on my bets immediately after I have won. Soooo...? Ready to prove Me wrong, justine? ... "Yes, you have a bet..." justin responded, a decidedly lack of confidence in his voice...
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justin's little heart was pounding. The room applauded with great enthusiasm when Olympia Femininely pointed at justin and waved Her finger for him to be seen and acknowledged by standing up in front of these Breathtakingly Exciting Powerful WOMEN. When he hesitated, Olympia raised Her Eyebrows, annoyed by the sissy's delay in following Her direction, and the sissyvery slowly and tentatively stood to be recognized by ALL of these BEAUTIFUL and SUPREMELY CONFIDENT FEMININE WOMEN, all of Them in DRESSES. Every one if Them. The Girls in the White Tulle Dresses and White sneakers were mostly giggling, pointing, whispering Girlishly, and laughing at this hapless, limp-wristed pansy as he stòod silently and just took it. All of it. He was finally being exposed, literally and figuratively. The pointing, the giggling, and the outright laughing by the group of Girls, so FEMININELY FROCKED, especially found justin, for the first time realizing that his masculinity, or what little of it remained) really was in danger of being overwhelmed. These Beautiful, FEMININE, and very Confident Women laughing in unison at justin's expense. justin watched another small parade of the Girls in their White Tulle Dresses rolling several more Dress Racks to the front. Only these Dress Racks were loaded down with...oh yes...PETTICOATS. BOUFFANT PARTY SLIPS MULTITIERED PETTICOATS IN TULLE, CRINOLINE NET, TAFFETA, and SILK. There were hundreds of them. Mostly in White and very Pale Pink. A handful of Baby Blue Petticoats also were included. The PETTICOATS all were heavily embellished and decorated with *LACE* everywhere. As Frilly Dresses and *LACY* PETTICOATS were strategically placed all thru this fictional DRESS SHOP, it was obvious the intent of these WOMEN is to trap him, surrounded by some of the Women and those Beautiful Athletic Girls in Their Ultra-Feminine, White Tulle Dresses. It was beginning to resemble a Very Special Little DRESS SHOP. A DRESS SHOP for sissies...especially for sissies still in denial...or think they are..." She removed a small Eyeshadow palette from Her Small Feminine Purse and placed it on the glass table top. While the Beautifully Manicured fingers played with the Eyeshadow, She informed justin that She would be his "Co-star" in BOTH production. When justin asked what roles She would be playing, She replied, with a slight smirk on Her Beautiful Face" I will be the Governess teaching ULTRAFEMININE DEPORTMENT, with a strong emphasis today on Proper Feminine Skirt Managenent and I will play the part of 'Madame Modiste" Proprietress of the DRESS SHOP. Madame personally assists the sissies, or rather their Mistresses, in DRESS SELECTION and DRESS FITTINGS...as well as takIng the sissy's measurements on his first visit. **PETTICOATING** weak sissies is Madame's specialty...as you are about to experience. Actually, Madame is a very easy character to play because 'She' and I are a lot alike. Ohhhhh...Here comes Mikey! By thevway, Mikey will be playing the role of my Favorite Sales Associate...She brooks no nonsense from sissies. Total obedience IS expected at ALL TIME in the DRESS SHOP." sissy justin's fetishistic eyes were now totally focused on Mikey...OMG!...
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justin's knees were shaking excitedly as Olympia observed with a wide triumphant smile on Her Very Beautiful Face. justin could HEAR the breathtakingly emasculating RUSTLING of HER Petticoats. They were DISARMING TO A SISSY. Breathtakingly LACY!!!!! Mikey had changed DRESSES, TOO. And THIS DRESS was a Stunning pale Lemon Yelllow Little GIRLS PARTY DRESS. Chiffon. Pale Yellow semitransparent Chiffon. Very Full-Skirted. But Not Full-Skirted enough to conceal the oodles and oodles and oodles of LACE TRIM ON EACH AND EVERY LAYER OF WHITE CRINOLINE, NET, AND TULLE PETTILAYER. At least 10 inches of exposed LACE hems, and ALL you see is the ***LACE.*** And all the sissy's ears are hearing is the Rustling, Swishy, sounds of Her... yes, HER PETTICOATS. As Mikey got closer, this Very Pretty, Innocently FEMININE TOMBOY seemed to be Loving EVERY moment...because this grinning Tomboy, a DISARMINGLY *FEMININE* Beauty, was laughing and making happy Girly Frou-Frou with Her STUNNING *LACE* Petticoats. And all justin could think about was just how Tomboyish, and yet sooooo Pretty She was. "Oh my god! I LOVE IT! I absolutely LOVE IT!" Olivia gushed. She looked at Justin, then looked at Mikey, Who had Her Pretty Hands crossed and buried in a sea if Rustling White *Lace.* "Watch this, Mikey." Olympia giggled. Then Olympia looked at Justin, pushed Her Compact full of Blush and Her White Makeup Brush to right in front of where justin was sitting, SHE ordered the little sissy to freshen his Makeup. Right then...and HERE...OLYMPIA ordered him to do it. He froze for a second. 'I said refresh your Blusher. Go ahead. You know what to do..."
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justin froze and just sat there, his brow sweating, unable to move out of the now-ABSOLUTE HUMILIATION he knew awaited him if he obeyed Olympia's order to freshen his own Makeup...especially in this setting. Mikey girlishly put Her hands on Her hips, as if daring him to refuse to obey Olympia. Mikey hoped he would. Because then the Shamefully EMASCULATING little program planned for this still unsuspecting pretty boi would be even MORE Extreme than the original FEMINIZATION program initially planned. Mikey wanted to see extreme humiliation. Very extreme. And now, Oympia waited. She said nothing. Mikey moved to where She was just behind Olympia. Standing behind Olympia, Mikey mouthed silently to justin: "No." It caught the sissy's attention. Mikey smiled Femininely at justin, and as Her ULTRA*LACY* Rustling Petticoats musically broke the silence, she nodded HER head back and forth negatively. Challenging justin to challenge Olympia. Mikey was now intentionally Swishing Her Skirts and Petticoats back and forth in Her UltraFeminine Chiffon Party Frock, deliberately and Femininely, daring justin to challenge Olympia. Olympia looked straight at her little sissy friend, "Did Celeste not just show you how a Girl applies Her Blush?" justin froze again. Then he barely nodded in the affirmative. "Speak up, justin, and tell me that Celeste gave you a Makeup lesson, including how you should apply your Blush." Olympia responded by saying, "Do it. Do it, justine..." Mikey watched to see if the sissy would refuse. With shaking fingers, and perhaps barely a noticeable tear in his eye, the sissy shamefully agreed to perform in the company of ALL of these Beautiful, *Feminine* ( FEMININELY ATTIRED) WOMEN this wholly Emasculating and yet Powerfully FEMININE ritual. Taking the Feminine Compact, his little Manicured fingers trembling, the poor sissy fumbled just to get the Compact open. Then he looked in the mirror of the Compact. Picking up the Beautiful Blush Brush, he did the rest. While the sissy spent a few minutes 'perfecting,' to the best of his ability, Olympia smiled triumphantly until the Brush and the Compact both were back on the table. She had won this little encounter decisively.
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Olympia then strongly suggested to the sissy that he bring his Pink Feminade with him while following this Very Pretty, and yet TOMBOYISH Beauty, and A Stunningly BEAUTIFUL, Model-like and VERY Femininely Dressed Olympia. Two Stunningly **PETTICOATED** WOMEN, now quickly directing the now-hesitant sissy justin to join Them on a Rich Victorian Sofa along a wall, in the side corner of the Beautifully decorated ornamental Parlor. The two Beautiful Women quickly claimed each end of the smallish, Feminine Pink Victorian Era Sofa, leaving only a very SMALL place in the middle for the sissy to sit. Their PETTICOATS, especially Mikey's, naturally were spilling over already where justin was directed to sit. The sissy hesitated. He backed up. The two Beautiful Women waved their index fingers, with their perfectly Manicured and Painted Nails, and motioned for justin to come closer. He backed up again. But then Mikey got up, SLOWLY brushed Her hand under the Frilly **LACE** HEMS of Her STUNNINGLY FEMININE PETTICOATS and Her Younger Girl's Chiffon Party Dress, Smiled at him, and said to the sissy, laughing, "Now, now don't be shy, justin. Come and sit between OLYMPIA and ME. You have 30 minutes to sit between us and look at Our *FEMININE* PETTICOATS. HOWEVER, you may only look. Touching OUR PETTICOATS is forbidden. I cannot wait to see you sit down as our PETTICOATS spill out all over you! It'll be almost like you are wearing your own PETTICOATS! We'll have a little Girltalk. And WE can play with some Lipsticks. Won't that be fun, justin?" This Cunning and soooooo Very *Femininely* persuasive Tomboy firmly took justin's trembling right hand and placed it squarely in the Froth and **LACE** of this sissy's own personal "Sissy Kryptonite - HER STUNNUNG **LACE**PETTIS. Mikey continued Her FEMININE assault on justin's teetering masculunity, taking his smallish **effeminate** hand in Her own strong right hand, and forcing him to play with HER PETTICOATS while She whispered in his ear, "Welcome to your new reality, you pathetic little sissy boi. Now...take BOTH of your hands and play with my **LACE**."
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Justin's terror-filled eyes pleadingly looked at Mikey, the disarmingly Pretty PETTICOATED Tomboy as if begging Her not to do this to him. Not here! Please! Pretty please!" This Strong and Powerfully Feminine Tomboy tightened Her grip on Her sissy friend's weak little hands, ordering, "Get down on your knees, miss justine, and ask Me for My permission for you to Play with MY Lace Petticoats. Do it, pantywaist." "Please, Mikey, may I please touch Your Petticoats?" Justin asked quietly. he was breathing hard and his Pretty little face was becoming more red by the minute. This really WAS humiliating for justin. Because it was real. And he had no idea where this was going but the sight of the fictional DRESS SHOP for Young Misses filling itself up with more and more and...more Frilly Party Dresses, French Maids Uniforms, ultraLacy rhumba sissy panties, Satin and Lace Bras, Garter Belts, Slips, Chemises, Silk Stockings, Girly Shoes...Everything a Girl needed. And justin noticed how much the Beautiful Young College Women Athletes were totally enjoying bringing more and more sissy Girly Party Dresses, undoubtedly to all be part of the inside of the DRESS SHOP. That was worrisome enough. But now he was being forced to humiliate himself in front of some of the world's most Beautiful Women. As justin Shamefully knelt down on his knees, Mikey looked down at the sissy, "Now, sissy justin, you may slowly take your Pretty little Painted Fingers through all of My Lacy Pettis for one minute. When your time is up, I expect you will be begging ME, Mikey, your Super-Girly Tomboy, to let YOU wear MY Petticoats. You are soooooo pretty, justine..."
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"Get up, my little sissy," Mikey ordered justin. Your 1-minute playtime with MY Petticoats will begin as soon as we get you situated while I sit on the sofa. Don't let go of My hand, either. Then Olympia strengthened Her grip on justin's hand, leading him very quickly to the sofa, where Goddess Olympia awaited his reluctant arrival. When Mikey arrived, with the pantywaist's Girly little hand firmly in Her grip, Mikey ordered justin to get on the luxurious Persian carpet in front of the sofa...down on his little knees. Mikey instructed Her now-captive little sissy friend to sit DIrectly in Front of HER, and ask this Petticoated Tomboy's permission to Play with "Ms." Mikey's Pretty Lace Petticoats. Immediately, justin asked Ms. Mikey for permission. Olympia was quietly watching all of this go down. Mikey responded laughingly to justin's request. "These ARE stunning, aren't they? I am sooooo lucky I'm a GIRL." Mikey made froufrou Rustling with Her Petticoats. "Boys don't get to wear Lacy Petticoats...unless, of course, they are FORCED to wear them. What REAL man would willingly wear Petticoats? Anyway," Mikey said, sarcastically, "Since your request was so Sweetly articulated, "Yes, Justin, you may touch my Petticoats, play with Them if you wish. Examine their Exquisite *Lace* Hems. Just pretend you are a little sissy girly boi and I am your very Super Feminine Stepsister. Your 'sissy time' of 60 seconds starts now, justin..."
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This small, highly emasculated, submissive and, yes, Breathtakingly "pretty"... pitiful excuse for a male, pleaded with his Pretty eyes for a reprieve. Of course, it never came. The powerfully Petticoated Mikey raised Her Eyebrows cuttingly at justin justin one time. That was all it took for justin to acquiesce to this highly sissifying act of acceptance of one's impending Feminization. This little sissy greedily led his Pretty Little Painted Fingernails into the Frothy Layers of the Most Exquisitely Feminine display of *Lace Petticoats* he had EVER seen or umagined. ALL LACE! Everywhere. Lavish and Lacy. He tried desperately to appear disinterested in Mikey's Ultralacy White Petticoats of this gorgeous but Very Controlling Tomboy. And everything about Her oozed Femininity. She had him now. And She knew it." IF you handle MY Lace Petticoats Daintily, I may extend your playtime with Them. I know how much You Love LACE Mostly White. Some Pink. Frequenly the Lace you are searching for is the Stiff White Lace. French Lace. Floral. I'm wearing These just for you, justin. Do you know why? Because I can. Because I...much unlike you...am a GIRL. On the other hand, well...you certainly are not. And therein is MY advantage. You see, justin, it's not really the fact that I can wear MY Petticoats proudly, and confidently, whenever I choose. You, on the other hand, will be TOLD when to wear yours....by the way, sissy boi, your Dainty playtme with MY Lace has earned you an additional 20 minutes to play with MY Petticoats." justin's red-hot and humiliated face said all. This was so demeaning. And at this point, this was beyond just emasculation. The abject Shame was evident when a tear-stained face begged Her to stop Her taunting and mocking of him. Mikey continued, "I cannot wait to see your little performances tonight. Are you ready? Excited? Soooooo..." Mikey guided the sissy's thin right hand and led it deeper into the Stiff crackling Layers of snow white Net, Tulle, and, of course...LACE. stiff rustling white Lace Petticoats. Underneath the Sheer Yellow Chiffon Skirts of the Tomboy's Ultrachildish Party Dress."So, justin which scene are you looking most forward to playing?" ...
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"Oh, I think I can answer THAT question," Olympia responded quickly, as the little sissy boi justin "forcibly" was maneuvering his very tastefully painted palest of Pink, perfectly manicured, little fingernails that Celeste had done to/for him earlier through Mikey's Lavishly Lacy Stiff Petticoats, creating a constant swishing...and mesmerizingly Feminine...and
Feminizing...to a weak-willed pantywaist like justin. Feminizing, Lacy. FrouFrouing Petticoats... a form of sissy Kryptonite, and on full display by a strikingly Pretty TOMBOY. "OH, really, Ms. Olympia? Please do tell!" Mikey exclaimed, while taking Her own Beautiful Feminine Fingers and rearranging Her own Super Rustling UltraLacy Petticoats while justin froze. "Our Own Little MISS Justine is sooooo waiting to be forcibly dragged into Our OWN little private heavenly DRESS SHOP where he knows his FEMINIZATION will begin. And THIS Feminization really will be permanent. You see, our little sissy here constantly is searching for the next fictional 'victim' of Petticoating and Forced Feminization by Stunningly Beautiful, Powerful and Very Feminine Women." Mikey leaned forward, now Femininely twirling Her Beautiful Hair, playing with it, and asking Olympia to continue. justin remained frozen in fear of what Olympia might say next. "Oh yes, Mikey, our little sissy friend here loves to read delightful stories about Pretty little beta bois being forcibly dragged into a little GIRL Specialty Dress Shop for those little Ladies who just adore Their Femininity and occasionally are seeking that very special...very Pretty little sissy boi to look for Frilly Party Dresses with them. In most of these stories, the poor little sissy is always accompanied by a very Determined Woman, an Auntie perhaps, a Stepmother, maybe. As the terrified sissy approaches the entrance, his wide frightened eyes are focused on the Cutest, Shortest, Frilliest and Laciest Girls Party Dresses imaginable. And they're in the front display windows, the Frothy Confections of Silk, Taffeta and Satin, with oodles of Stiff Lacy Petticoats peeping out from underneath. Heaps of Frilly Petticoats are tastefully displayed as well as Pink and White Satin and Lace Corsets, Girls' Multitiered Bouffant Party Slips, Ultra Lacy little Ladies Girly Rhumba Panties, and yes...even Lacy Bras. The poor little bois in these sissy stories never seem to enter willingly...they know...oh yes, they know...what awaits them. And they never, just never, seem to successfully resist...
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Mikey laughed, looked down at Her Pretty Little Sissy Plaything, and made Feminine Swishing Froufrou with Her Pettilace. And then She skillfully rearranged Her Rustling White Lace and Net while pulling justin's Feminine Little Face ever closer to where Her Petticoats and Her Lace almost covered his frightened face. She was interrupted by the sissy's desperate request to "be excused to go to the restroom." Mikey laughed, taunting Her Pretty boitoy, "Hmmmm, I don't know, justine. Is My Pretty little sissy friend getting excited? A Tomboy...a Petticoated Tomboy forcing you to play with MY Petticoats? Be careful about getting too excited, sissy boi. We have ways of dealing with naughty sissies, justin. And being that I am one of those Tomboys who believes in strict Petticoat Punishment for sissies...Pretty sissies like you. Rest assured that I always get my way with sissies. So...my answer for now is 'no,' You may not be excused. First, you will straighten out ALL wrinkles that you have created in My Petticoats. Ms. Olympia does not tolerate wrinkled Petticoats, especially on Tomboys...and sissies. Now, sissy, fix My Petticoats."
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"P...p...puh...leeeeeeze, Mikey, I really need to go. Please...The Pretty Petticoated Mikey rearranged Her WHITE Crinoline ~Lace~ Petticoats beneath HER sheer Feminine...and Feminizing...Chiffon Party Dress...and very Girlishly used Her Beautiful fingers to playfully toss Her Lacy Pettis right over the sissy's head, burying him in Her exciting and Highly Feminizing ~Petticoats.~ "Fix MY ~Lace.~ All of it. Every single wrinkle. And then I will allow you to relieve yourself. By the way, Sissy Justine, before you speak to me again"...Mikwy paused... 'I expect you to curtsey as a sign of respect to my Femininity and my absolute Power over you." The Tomboy paused, laughing Girlishly. "And I understand that since you chose to wear 'Those,'" She disdainfully referred to his cute little Lord Fauntleroy-style sissy shorts, "That your Curtsey will be awkward and highly unFeminine...this time. I really thought Celeste would Petticoat you while She was helping you with Your Makeup. Inevitably, that would have led to Her putting you into one of those Super ~Feminine Little Girl-Style Party Dresses.~ All Satiny and Lacy. Short and ~Frilly~ and then, of course, ALL those ~Petticoats~ Stiff, Lacy, Musically Swishing and Rustling as you mince about, limp-wristed and Loving Her Forced ~Feminization~ of you. But you chose the sissy suit. Is this your token show of resistance to what you know is the inevitability of your Feminization? Based on your search history, and The Frilly Dresses that I am quite certain you set your greedy little eyes on in your Boudoir, I just knew you would be IN one of those Dresses when Celeste finished with you. Your Curtsey certainly would be better. Frilly Party Dresses, with oodles of stuff lacy pettis underneath, ALWAYS make for a more Submissive and Respectful Curtsey. Starting now, if you desire to speak to me, first, raise your hand Daintily until you are recognized. If I allow you to speak, you will curtsey to Me before speaking, saying, 'Thank you, Ms. Muchaela.' Pretend you are already wearing your Party Dress and Your Petticoats and that might make for a slightly better Curtsy. Do I make Myself clear?" The hapless sissy, his red face hidden beneath Her frothy Lace and Net, softly replied, "Yes, Ms. Ms. Michaela." "Good. Now get to work. Once Ms. Olympia has inspected your work and it has met Her approval, you may be excused. Two of our lovely Hostesses, the Girls in the White Tulle Dresses, will escort you. When you have relieved yourself, you will sit with the Girls in front of the Vanity mirror, One of Them on each side, sitting right next to you, refreshing Their Makeup...and experimenting with yours...while delightfully engaging you in their own very special brand of ~Girltalk.~ Now...won't THAT be fun??!!..."
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Michaela flounced Her UltraLacy Pettis over justin's face as his trembling hands fingered Her Rustling Net, Taffeta, and *Lace* Petticoats. And while the Pretty pantywaist feverishly "fixed" the Tomboy's Pettis, Michaela and Olympia had about a 20-minute Girlchat about Bra's. Lace Bras, mostly. Yes, Bras. Lace Bras. Really Lacy Bras. Satin Bras, mostly. Satin and Lace. They talked about how Feminine they felt when They wore them. How lucky They were to be Girls...Women...And wear such Beautifully Feminine articles that were every sissy's dream. "Soooo..."Olivia asked Her sissy, "What kind of Bra would YOU choose? Hmmm..." justin's face kept getting redder...quit trying to bury your face in Mikey's Petticoats, pull your face out, look at us, and give us a detailed description of the Bra you would want to wear...and why. You may choose from two colors, White and Pink. Satin and Lace." justin cowardly showed his Pretty face to face his Feminine Goddess. He hesitated for a moment. Olympia pressed justin for his answer. Finally, Olympia looked down at justin disdainfully, and with a smirk on Her Beautifully made up Face, said. "Never mind justin. No need for you to answer me because what you think about Bras really doesn't matter. It's what I think that matters. I'm thinking a light underwire, White Satin Cup with Lavish White Lace overlay. And White Satin Ribbon straps. Very Elegant. Very Feminine. And VERY Lacy..." She paused for a moment before adding, "and a Pretty Pale Pink Satin Bow in the middle. 34B...yes, 34B would be perfect..."
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"Have you ever wondered...fantasized about having your own?" Olympia stared right into justin's frightened eye..."i would personally design every single one of your Bras...the Lace, the Satin,...Pink, White, all Frilly and Feminine...Elegant...Beautiful...and your Pretty...Effeminate...Ultrasissy...face...even BEFORE adding Makeup. Put you on Hormones. Female Hormones, of course. Begin to Feminize you slowly. I prefer Hormones over implants for sissies. Gives them more time to think about it. That's how I am doing it. And I will start by Petticoating him...Permanently. and then she will serve Me full time as My own private, full-time sissy maid, a Lady's Maid, if you will." She paused, and after freshening Her Lipstick, made Girly FrouFrou with Her layers of softly Swishing Tulle, Her Voluminous Ballerina Skirt singing musically as She fluffed Her Skirts, as if She knew that everything She was doing now was part of Her plan for slowly taking control. "And he must be a pretty sissy. Very pretty. In a Feminine and Girly way, of course. Do you know of anyone who might be interested in the position, justin? Her Uniforms are Super Feminine. Very Sexy. Elegant. And the Petticoats are simply divine. Very Lacy. Crinoline, Net, Tulle, Taffeta. The Rustling and Swishing...Very Girly." Then Olympia took a firm hold of justin's weak little chin, held it firmly, and added, "And very sissy. The Uniforms are Very sissifying." As Olympia released Her sissy's chin from Her grip, two of those Strikingly Beautiful College Athletes, radiating Femininity in Their UltraFeminine Full-Skirted and Flared White Tulle Party Dresses, with their vintage white "Chuck Taylor Converse" fabric tennis/ basketball sneakers. They were making their way to justin's table. Who justin saw coming towards him were TWO of those Stunning Young Women, Very Beautiful and Very Feminine, wearing Their Feminine Tulle Dresses...White and Elegant. Their Full Flowing Layers of White Tulle Skirts Swished slowly back and forth. The Beautiful Women stopped and chatted with other Beautiful Women, justin's eyes mesmerized with envy as They confidently arrived at his table. Pleasantries were exchanged among the four Women while justin was deep in thought...and envy. Olympia stood up to hug the two Girls and They instantly "oooooohhh'ed...and "ahhhhed' over Olympia's Ballerina Full-Skirted Tulle Skirt. Poor Justin could only look and listen. But most of the time they were whispering, nodding...looking over at him...sizing him up. And every moment justin tried to steal a glance at the two Girls...and Their Dresses. Ohhhh...how he secretly envied Them. Their Femininty was in control now. Olympia made the introductions, "justin, this is Amanda and Helen. The Girls reached out and offered strong and forceful handshakes in return. Both of these Girls were about 5'10" tall, towering over the sissy. As Justin studied the Girls' Feminine Dresses, Olympia backed away from the table to whisper to the Girls. Olympia was doing most of the whispering while the Petticoated Girls nodded Their heads affirmatively. This continued for a few more minutes. Serious conversation with occasional giggling and laughing, especially from Amanda, who was laughing and giggling excitedly while glancing back and forth at Justin. But what made this Beauty really drop-dead Gorgeous was Her Hair! Yes, Her Hair! Thick, Long, and Blonde. Real Blonde. Amanda, a Power 5 collegiate volleyball player for four years, stood 5'10" tall, thin and leggy, tanned, deep blue eyes. These Beautiful Young Female Athletes. Both of Them Stunningly Gorgeous. And quite Feminine. As They returned to the table, Amanda reached in Her Purse to produce a small giftbox, shiny black, wrapped with Pink Ribbon and topped with a Pretty pale Pink Bow. The Pink Ribbon and the shiny gift box were a perfect color combination to accentuate and insinuate that the gift inside this particular box definitely was decidedly Feminine...or Feminizing. The Girls and Olympia whispered briefly again, before Olympia spoke to justin,"justin, my dear, you go with the Girls. They can show you to a Powder Room in order for you to relieve yourself. Mikey and I will chat until you return. By then, we must go down to the front where everyone can watch you perform for them. Now...go with the Girls." Amanda was joined by Her friend, Helen. Helen, too, was about 5'10" tall as well. She, too, played scholarship volleyball at a Power 5 college. Helen, too, was built like a bigtime volleyball player. And, just like Amanda, She was Beautiful. Her light olive complexion, and a very short boyish-like haircut. The Feminine Androgyny of Helen, paired with Her perfect Makeup, and short Tulle Dress was incredible! This was too much for justin. Helen and Amanda took justin, one on each side, ushered him out if the Parlor and down a hall until They stopped at a white door to observe the symbol over the door: A beautifully sketched Pink image of a little ballerina, in Her Tutu, of course...Amanda took a key from Her purse and opened the door. When justin saw inside, he recoiled in fear. Both Girls forcibly pushed the Pretty sissy inside. Amanda then took Her key and locked the door from the inside. Now justin was trapped inside. He just shook his head in fear...in denial...but it was way too late for that...
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And just like that, it was over for this Pretty...Very Pretty pantywaist. They had him. Literally, justin was trapped. And oh, ever, was he trapped...more like overpowered. These Very Feminine and powerful Girls had him. Their looks, Their Athletic Bodies, Their Dresses,...but it was Their Femininity that ultimately defeated this Pretty pantywaist. And then there was the most Super Ultra...Ultra...UltraFeminine "Powder Room" he ever could have imagined. It was more like a Sitting Room. But this was not some ordinary sitting room. This room was stunningly Feminine and was super plush: All White Italian marble floors, except for the Vanity area, which had pink Italian marble with a pale Pink Plush rug. It ran the length of the Makeup area and Vanity, beautifully Feminine and sitting under a Feminine/FeminizationWhite Brass Settee, resplendent with its Pink Velvet Cushion in front of an incredibly Stylish and Modern Makeup Vanity. Beautiful White Oak Cabinets, fabulous Makeup mirrors, Brushes, Lipsticks, Blushers, Beautiful Eye Shadow Palettes, Mascara, Eye Liner...it was like having Their own minii-cosmetics Department and Makeover Area...all to Themselves. The walls were wallpapered in a combination of White, Pink, and Gold. There was a small Ladies Room to the left, but it had no door for privacy. What really caught all the pathetic sissy's attention was, however.......THE DRESSES. Three of Them FRILLY, AND TOTALLY EMASCULATING. PARTY DRESSES...FRILLY...VERY VERY FRILLY...SATIN...LACE...LOTS OF LACE...These Dresses were a very big part of the "Ambiance" of this particular sitting room. justin's sissy eyes landed on those Party Dresses right away. These Dresses, he quickly realized, WOULD FIT HIM! He knew it right away. And these Dresses were short, VERY Full-Skirted, and especially made to accommodate Petticoats...Several Layers of Petticoats, if desired. Because the Dresses were so skillfully positioned in the room, and they were very attractively placed on headless mannequins, thereby directing ALL of justin's attention to just the Dresses. (Olympia had made certain that only headless mannequins could be used. She, too, wanted ALL of sissy justin's attention to be on those Gorgeous Dresses.)
Three of them. Two White Satin and one Pale Pink and White Polkadot. Of the two super Lacy White Satin Frocks, one of them clearly was a SISSY French Maid Uniform Dress, and the other a Lacy White Bridal Satin Party Dress. Those three Dresses had justin terrified AND...yet excited that these two Gorgeously Feminine Athletes might be trying to PETTICOAT him...right here and now. This seemed to be really happening to him. And yet he further feasted his greedy little sissy eyes on the Frilly Satin Dresses. The Pale Pink and White Polkadot Satin. And ALL of the Dresses already had at least one layer of Stiff White Lace Taffeta between two Layers of Starched Flounced White Net sewn into the Skirt After that, More Petticoats would be added. He just knew it. And this is why these Dresses had very Stiff Petticoats. So MORE could be...and WOULD be added. He had to save his pride. He had to stop this from happening...but he knew he wouldn't be able to stop Them.. He knew that His Pretty eyes now quickly scanned this Beautiful Haven of Femininity...and FEMINIZATION...Then Amanda ordered Her pretty little sissy boi to follow her so that he could "tinkle." He hesitated...'Wh...wh...where's the door?" "There isn't one, justin...Now...stand still while I help you take off your tight little sissy shorts. Since they are tied in the back, I will help you out of them. Now...stand still. In no time, his clothes were off and he was ordered to tinkle. Just tinkle. Amanda got the full view of him. Frail, small, demure...but VERY pretty. Then, justin's busy little eyes darted all over the room, looking for his clothes. But his Fauntleroy sissy suit was gone. Where was it? Modestly trying to conceal himself, and with tears forming in his eyes, he begged Amanda for his sissy suit. She responded by producing a pair of White Bridal Satin Rhumba Panties. This pair had 5 rows of Stiff White Ruffled Lace. 5 rows. She dangled them in front of justin's tear-stained face. She licked Her lips. "Do you like My Lipstick, justine?" Dangling the Lacy Satin Panties under justin's nose, he could smell the light Feminine fragrance of Perfume on the Satin Rhumba Panties. Then She forced the Satin and Lace Confection into his feeble little hands, telling him to, "Hold these Panties for me. I need to freshen My Lipstick before we find you something to wear with your Frilly Panties." Walking over to the Vanity, Amanda's Beautiful Tulle Dress Swished and Rustled in the quiet and very private Ladies Sitting Room. The Beautiful Young Woman then rolled out the tube of Frosted Pink Lipstick as She applied a fresh coat. Smiling at justin, she remarked, My Lipstick is named 'Cotton Candy.' Wanna know why?" Before justin could respond, Amanda said, "Let me show you. Who knows, you may even like it." Amanda moved in fast. She made Swishing FrouFrou with Her Tulle Dress. And then this Beautiful Blonde deliberately put Her Soft Feminine Lips over justin's dainty little mouth. Beautiful Lips that tasted like cotton candy. Her tongue dove deep into the sissy's throat. Moving Her tongue skillfully in the pretty boy's mouth, She stopped long enough to ask him if he was ready to "obey" Her. "Or are you going to be difficult?" The Beautiful Athlete tussled Femininely with Her Silky Blonde Locks and then She kissed him long and hard again. "justin, there's a Little Girl inside of YOU. And She wants to come out and play. And SHE is a real Girly-gurl, too! She INSISTS on wearing Her Party Dresses...all the time. She's tried to break out before, Justin. But She's never had any help...until now. I told Her Helen and I would take care of you. That would be easy..." She paused, and then after Kissing Her little sissy on the cheek, asked, "You aren't going to be diffucult, are you?"
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"Amanda, puhleeeeeze...what are you doing?" the hapless pantywaist's breathing sounded more nervous now. "Please Amanda, ohhhh please..." "Please? Please what?" the Blonde Beauty fired back." Please don't force me to wear these." Amanda laughed at the pitiful sissy justin. "FORCE you??? Are you kidding me? Oh no, Sissssssy...No, justin. That's not what I have in mind for you at all," Amanda laughed, freshening Her Pink Lipstick. And without any warning at all, this Tall Blonde Beauty grabbed justin's little chin, and ordering justin not to move, applied a generous coating of Pale Pink Cotton Candy Lipstick to his own Pretty Girlish lips. Amanda's Beautiful Smile was radiating throughout. "No, justine, I'm going to make you BEG ME to PETTICOAT you, for your very first time. Right now. In Our own little private sitting room. Now, put on your Lace Sissy Panties. Go ahead, justin. Put your Panties on." And it was over that quickly. Meekly, justin stepped into the White Satin and Lace Confection, shaking his Pretty little head in disbelief. Amanda Fluffed Her own Tulle Skirts, Smiled triumphantly at little justin, She put Her hands on her hips qand ordered him to "Hurry up." When the sissy finished Pantying himself, Amanda asked Helen to retrieve the little black gift box for justin to open. Helen walked back over to justin and handed him the small box."This is for you, specially from Mistress Olympia. Isn't it Pretty? She wanted us to give it to you at an appropriate time. Go ahead. Open it!" As justin untied the Pink Ribbon, Amanda got closer and and Helen had stepped in behind him. Removing the lid, justin daintily took out the rustling pink tissue paper before discovering his gift. He just stared right at it. He was frozen. He began to shake his head negatively...he looked embarrassed. And then he started to wipe the tears from his eyes. And then when he felt his arms get pinned behind by Helen, Amanda pulled from the box justin's first cage. Very Pretty. Decidedly Girly. And, well, it was small. Very small. The ensuing struggle was brief. Helen made certain of that. His resistance was negligible and Amanda commended the sissy, "Good Little Girl.I knew you would be easy to break. You're just too effeminate. And so pretty! Now that we have you caged...by the way, Pink is the Perfect color for you, don't you think? Can you just imagine wearing a Frilly White Party Dress with oodles of Pretty Lace Petticoats. And beneath all of your White Lace is your adorable Pink cage! Pale Pink and White Lace always go together. Imagine the shame and embarrassment when one of Miss Olympia's Beautiful Ladyfriends comes over for dinner and is led to believe that you are a real Girl...until Mistress Olympia orders you to stand directly in front of Her friend, and 'present' yourself, including a Lingerie Inspection. She, of course, will want to explore under your Lace Pettis and then She discovers...why, there's miss justine's little Pink cage...buried in your Frothy White Lace Petticoats...is your shameful little secret: YOU are a SISSY..."
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"NO. I'm not! I promise. I'm not one of those..." Okay...okay, justin, if you insist. Now, stand perfectly still while I put you into your corset." Helen was holding a Pale Pink Satin Corset, Frothed in White Ruffled Lace." Now, my pretty little sissy, let Mistress Amanda literally 'lace you up' as a reminder that you really are at our mercy. I just love watching cute little sissies get feminized. Only this time I am not watching...I am actually in charge. You, pretty boy, are my first Petticoat victim." When She finished lacing Her sissy, She looked approvinglly and said, "Now...turn around and walk over to the full-length mirror, stand about ten feet in front of the mirror." Justin hesitated." 'Go ahead, sissy justin, stand 10 feet in front of the mirror. Good boy! That's better. Now, look at yourself and think about what might be coming next. Take a good look at yourself, pretty boy...because you are a sissy, justine. And YOU need to be PETTICOATED...and I am just the Woman to do it. " At that moment Helen had re-emerged from a back room carrying one VERY FULL PETTICOAT, multitiered, obviously. And very lacy. This Petticoat Rustled as loudly...and Femininely...and more breathtaking than what he ever could have imagined. Snow-White, seven, maybe eight layers of stiff crinoline and and oodles of White Lace. Helen handed the stunningly Girly Petticoat to Amanda. The Swishing and Rustling of this Incredible White Lace Petticoat was just daring justin to Surrender and submit to Forced Feminization and Petticoating specifically designed for him. Amanda was approached justin now, carrying it by it's Pink Satin hanger. Amanda carried this Stunning Lacy, Rustling Petticoat, detached it from its hanger, and placed this Ultimate Feminizing and humiliatingly shameful garment for him to see. The first thing that justin noticed was that this Petticoat was so stiff that it stood straight up on the Pink marble. It had passed the "floor test," as justin called it when he was searching the internet late at night gazing at Petticoats. Amanda knew exactly where to place the Petticoat. About two feet DIRECTLY in front of him. He stared at it. WHITE. LACE. It was stunning. Very Frilly and Feminine. "It IS gorgeous, isn't it, justin. I knew you'd like it. I LOVE IT! By the way, this is a 'Special Creation" from France. It has eight tiers, or layers, whatever you prefer. Each tier is a Lace-bound Lace-covered, ALL White Lace Crinoline and with exclusIve Taffeta. ALL of the layers on this Petticoat have extensive ~Lace~ overlay." Amanda paused while justin's Pretty eyes were fixated on the breathtakingly Feminine Petticoat. 'justin," Amanda continued, her voice firm, Seductively firm. "justin, It is time. I want you in a Petticoat, right NOW. THAT PETTICOAT. Now...Put it on. Put your first Pretty Petticoat on for Helen and me." And Amanda started to play with Her Thick Blonde Hair. She stood in front of Her little playmate, looked at him straight in his eyes, and told justin to "put your Petticoat on. And look at yourself in the mirror while Helen and I watch..."
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This was it. Justin froze. He put his head down in shame. "justin, the sooner you put on your Petticoat, the sooner the three of Us can go play with our Makeup. All three of us. Just think, little miss sissy justine," Amanda taunted, "You will be wearing THAT Petticoat while we three Girls talk Girltalk and play in Our Makeup. You can sit between Helen and Me on that Pretty Settee. We'll let you slide in between so Helen and I both can play with Your Lace Petticoats while we also get to play in ALL of this Amazing Makeup. Yes, 'Master Justin," Amanda condescended, "The perfect combination for you...MAKEUP, Petticoats and Lace. Enough of your stalling, justin. Put on Your Petticoat." Justin moved his trembling right foot barely a few inches in the direction of this Stunning Petticoat. "Faster, justin. 'Little Miss Justine,' is taking over.The Little Girl inside you wants OUT. And She wants out now. Then She intends to Petticoat YOU first..with help from Helen and Me. She wants to put you in your place once and for all. Now...do I need to spank you or are you going to put on that Beautiful Petticoat? Mistress Olympia had this made exclusively for you. justin resolutely moved to in front of this Beautiful White Cloud of Net and Lace which awaited him. 'Now," Amanda directed the Pretty Sissyboi, "Daintily step into The Petticoat and slowly pull it up to your waist. And do it slowly...very slowly...so that we can all enjoy this very special moment. The beginning of the complete Emasculation of a sissy. A very Pretty Little Boy who has certain 'Feminine tendencies. sissy tendencies mostly. Tendencies such as Frilly things, Makeup, Lacy Satin Slips, Pink and White Lace Satin Bras, Sissy Panties, Tulle, Perfume..." And then, Amanda teased, "Shall we talk about those Pretty sissy boys who belong in Lacy Satin Full-Skirted Party Dresses because pretty Pantywaists who have this insatiable weakness for Petticoats and Lace didn't deserve to wear pants...justin did exactly as ordered. The accoustical sound boards in this room only Amplified the ~Feminine~ Rustling and Swishing of the UltraFeminine Petticoat. And this was music to Amanda's ears. It was music, also, to justin's ears...but in a 'weak in the knees" way. Shaking his head in resignation and Humiliation, he awkwardly stepped into this Beautiful Symbol of Girly Femininity and Petticoat Discipline. And then the defeated sissy slowly began to pull this incredibly sissifying symbol of total emasculation of a sissy up to his waist. THE PETTICOAT WAS STUNNING! Justin couldn't even see his feet. The Petticoat was Very Poufy. So much Pretty White Lace! It was just stunning...and Completely Feminizing. "I LOVE IT!" Amanda exclaimed. "There is absolutely no doubt that you are a PrettyBoy ...but you also are small~Weak~ and very Effeminate." Justin just stood there. His head lowered and buried in his hands. "When I first laid eyes on your picture, and saw how Pretty you were...even without Makeup...I knew right away you needed to be Feminized. Now...open your eyes and look in the mirror. You are going to look stunning in Makeup and Petticoats. How does it feel to be forced into Petticoats by two Beautiful and Powerfully Feminine Women? Just look at yourself in the mirror, sissy boy. Now...play with your Pettis. Feel the ~Swishing and Swaying~ Lace of your Pettis as you walk. Go ahead, walk back and forth, in front of Helen and Me, and just listen to the festive Rustling of your Lacy Pettis. This serves as a constant reminder and validation, that, yes, you ARE a sissy. Especially when you allow yourself to be Petticoated by Two Beautiful and Powerful Women, and you willingly submit to Our Femininity." Turning Her attention back to the sissy's Petticoat, Amanda exclaimed, "This IS a stunning Petticoat." Amanda moved in closer to her little girlyboy. Standing beside him and watching his reflection, She reached over with Her right hand, whispering seductively in the sissy's ear:...
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...you are a sissy," Amanda whispered. "And you do need to be PETTICOATED. Besides, Petticoated sissies are so much more fun to play with. By the way, justin, I am very disappointed...no, I am personally offended that you have not even asked Me about My Dress. After I wore this Dress...yes, the same Dress that has lit up your search history recently. And You, My Pretty little Girlyboi, haven't even mentioned It. ..Tell me...aren't just dying for Me to talk about My White Tulle Party Dress, with My white canvas basketball shoes? ..It's that whole contradiction thing playing out, isn't it, justin? Pretty ~Feminine~ Women in Gorgeously ~Feminine~ Dresses. Dresses and Sneakers. One of little sisdy fantasies. Only this time, you are playing with UltraFeminine, Athletic, and Very Powerful Young Women. And then, of course, Our DRESSES. You would just LOVE for Me to "Force" you to put on My Dress right now. I know you would. You have no idea how Feminine I feel right now in this Dress..... Maybe some day I will have YOU model My Dress. Since ALL three of us know you ARE a sissy, sissy justine, your 'masculinity,' or what little of it is still left, is about to to be shamed and humiliated. Just look at you now, standing obediently in your Awesome ~Lace~ Petticoat, defeated...and quicjly now on your way to Complete and Total ~Feminization.~ " She addressed the littly Girly image staring back at him in the mirror. "Your Pretty little head...buried in your Feminine little hands. Your face, red with shame. And yet I just bet, as Humiliating as this is going to be for you, you probably probably still are fantasizing about how it would feel for you to put on My Dress. Let's just say it feels AMAZING!"......Amanda was interrupted when a key was heard unlocking the door from the outside. "Don't you move, justin," Amanda ordered the sissy, while Amanda was playing with Her modestly Voluminous Tulle Skirts. And Femininely playing with Her Long Blonde Hair, glaring condescendingly at justin, She dared him to move. When the door opened, there stood justin's Goddess, Olympia. Amanda quickly ordered, "justine, turn slowly around, head bowed, and execute a perfect Curtsey to Mistress Olympia. Curtsey in your brand new Super Frilly Petticoat. And after your Curtsey is completed, I know how much you want to thank Mistress Olympia for all of the Pretty gifts. Go ahead, Curtsey like an obedient pantywaist." The humiliated...and still Very HIGHLY excited justin turned slowly to face his Beautiful Brazilian Goddess. Olympua was Resplendent in Her Super Feminine Pink Tulle Ballerina Skirt(s). Tall and Leggy. Her Long Shiny Jet Black Hair. Supremely Confident, Overwhelmingly Feminine, and fully in charge. As justin prepared to Curtsey, Olympia said very purposely, "No excuses for a sloppy ~Curtsey~ either, justin because you are wearing the perfect ~Petticoat~ for the perfect little sissy Curtsey. Curtsey for Us, justin. I expect "Feminine PERFECTION with each and every single Curtsey. Pretend I am your Strict Governess and I just adore Emasculating Little Sissy boys.. like you. Curtsey for the Ladies, justin." As soon as justin awkwardly moved to execute his Curtsey, the Sweet Sibilant Rustling of justin's seven layers of White Crinoline Petticoats, Lace-covered and Lace-Trimmed, were singing softly. The Swishing of the sissy's Pettis was Musically Feminine. Each movement in justin's Curtsey attempt created gentle Swishing and Rustling. justin plucked the Lacy Hems of his Petticoat, and awkwardly tried to hold on to All of The Stiff tiers. The sissy was purposely...and quite Daintily Holding onto his Petticoats. Olympia looked straight at justin, "Look at me, justin. Whenever a Woman or a Girl enters a room, you immediately ~Curtsey~ to Her. When you enter a room and Women are present, you Curtsey before entering, and wait approval to enter. Upon entering, Curtsey again. When you are given an order, you will Curtsey acknowledgment of the order. And your Curtsey should be Feminine PERFECTION. Do you understand?"
"B...b...b...butttt..." the sissy desperately stuttered. Olympia cut him off. The Brazilian Goddess smiled at Her hapless sissy, "Remember, justin, you Must always ~Curtsey~ before seeking permission to speak." After justin's slightly improved Curtsey effort, Olympia asked Her captive Little ~sissy~ in an almost matter-of-fact way, "So, justin, I believe you wanted to thank me for your Little Gifts? Well...I do have three more Pretty Gifts for you." Olympia said, Giggling like a little Girl, "I want you in Dresses, sissy. Moreover, 'Little Miss Justine' wants YOU in Dresses, too. Frilly Lace Dresses. Party Frocks. As a matter of fact, young master justin, WE are going put you into EACH of the three Dresses in here, and then you are going to model Them for us." Olympia re-stated Her plans for the sissy, "justin, I've decided I want to see YOU in these Party Dresses," Olympia waved Her Painted Fingernails, pointing Her ~Feminine~ limp wrist at each Girly Dress...."now. Yes, justin, I want YOU in a short Super ~Frilly~ Party Dress...right now..."
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Olympia then began Flouncing justin's Petticoats, Girlishly and Playfully, Tauntingly now, his Lacy Layers Swishing everywhere. And then She stopped. Now She began to s-l-o-w-l-y Swishhhhhh this ever-so-effective Symbol of Complete Surrender to Feminization. She playfully Fingered the Lacy Layers, creating a Delightful FrouFrou'ing of Stiff White Crinoline Lace. Staring right into the very souls of the sissy's eyes, She asked, "Now, you Adorable Little Petticoated Sissyboy, are you ready to Submit? Submit to ME? Submit to MY Femininity and to YOUR Feminization?" Olympia continued, very matter-of-factly, She began to seductively Swish the sissy's Lace Petticoats, back and forth, slowly, the Rustling and the Sibilant Swishing with Her Pale Pink Polished Fingernails Toying with Justin's Lace. She said, "I really do think Petticoating is the ONLY way to go," The Brazilian Goddess began Her louder Swishing of justin's magnificent Petticoats, and then She relaxed again, playing now with Her Own White Tulle Skirts..."I have already won our little game to determine who is in control here. I've had you Petticoated. By GIRLS! By GIRLS IN VERY FRILLY PARTY DRESSES! And now we are about to dress you in your OWN Little Sissy Party Dress. And you must admit, it IS a Dress for a Weak Sissy, A Pretty Little Sissy Boy, like you, justin. Just look in the the Pretty Gold Mirror. Go ahead. Look at you! All Petticoated! My, my, what is that...or, rather, WHO is that in the mirror?" She laughed gaily. "Just look at you...take a look in the Mirror. My...my...what is that saying , justin? Oh yes, now I remember," Olympia paused. And then SHE made Girly Frou-Frou with Her Pink Ballerina Tulle Skirt," 'Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it?' And now here We are. And then She showed justin a Stunning Diamond Bracelet on Her wrist. In the middle of the Cluster of Sparkling Diamonds was a very small Pulsating Pale Red Light. Olympia now was Standing Directly in front of sissy justin, who was Shaking in Fear. And hoffering NO resistance. No resistance at all. She started Swishing The Multilayers of HER White Tulle Skirts. This Powerfully Feminine and Beautiful Goddess held Her Bracelet so justin could see the very soft, very Red light softly illuminating Her Diamonds. The light now was steadily and softly pulsating...while the sissy just stared at it. "Do you like My Bracelet, justin? Isn't the light Pretty? The light indicates your level of Excitement right now. Just wait until you see how Red it is going to get later tonight..."
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And then suddenly another Stunningly Beautiful Blonde Young Woman unlocked the door to the Powder Room from the outside, and Confidently walked straight over towards the UltraFeminine Settee, where Petticoated sissy justin was found, sitting directly in front of the long White Makeup table, resplendent in Pink and White colors with Breathtakingly ~Feminine~ Makeup: VERY Feminine Brushes, Eyeshadow Palettes, Lipsticks, Lip Gloss, Blush, Mascara, Eyeliner...and on and on and on. Each Ultrafeminine item had been tastefully, and quite strategically placed on the long Makeup Table, for Maximum Feminizing impact on the poor, hapless, but VERY Pretty little sissyboi. All of the Exquisite Feminine Brushes either were Pale Pink or Whit. Justin turned back as the Tall Blonde...Strawberry Blonde... Beauty stopped to greet Olympia, who was now standing directly in back of justin. "Jennie!" Olympia greeted excitedly. "Oh my god, I LOVE Your DRESS!" Justin's sissy eyes IMMEDIATELY feasted themselves on this Stunning Woman's Dress, A Classically, Femininely Tailored White Linen Shirtdress...resplendent with Her partially and Exposed White ~Lace~ Bra. OMG!!! THIS ~Lacy Bra~and HER DRESS were Feminine Power on display...both Figuratively and now...quite Literally. And SHE knew it. Justin gulped. His struggles with his new little Pink cage were coming into play for his first time...and it hadn't taken long. He was taking all of this in now. The Beautiful Woman's Lacy Feminine Bra was barely covered at all. Yes, Jennie was wearing Her own Feminine Power Suit/Dress: OMG! It was a Stiff White Linen Wrap Dress, or Shirtdress. Its long White Sleeves barely covered HER Stunningly Feminine Lace Bra. The Dress had only one button, in the middle front, and it was hidden. Her White Linen Mini-Length Skirt was held together by that one button. And She was BEAUTIFUL...and Supremely Confident in Her Feminine "Power Suit" But justin's eyes kept returning to Her Pretty ~Lace~ Bra. Her Short White Linen Dress contrasted by such a Feminine Bra, Her height 5'9"-5'10", and Her Confidently Feminine Stride in Her 5" Black Slingback Heels was obvioys She knew exactly what to wear for this little pretty boi. She had him sweating. "Thank you, Olympia! Sooooo...do I get to play the role of the Dress Shop Proprietress tonight? I do believe THIS Dress should get the desired results. And I just Love My Bra!" And then She noticed on Her Own Diamond Bracelet the Small Pulsating light getting a slightly redder hue to it now. Amanda glared at Her increasingly fragile little SISSY! " sissy justin, what do you do... immediately... when a Woman enters a room?" Amanda admonished justin. "Did I not just go over this with you? Curtsey...right now!"
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Olympia stared down at justin."Well? We're waiting, pantywaist. Slowly get up from your place on the Pretty Feminine Settee, slowly Fluff YOUR Petticoat, and execute a Feminine and Very Submissive Curtsey. Pretend you already are wearing one of these Frilly Little Satin and Lace Confections in here. A Frilly Party Dress ALWAYS enhances the sissy's ability...and DESIRE...to execute the Perfect Feminine Sissy Curtsey. NOW...Little Miss Justine...you may slowly stand up, Fluff Your Petticoats...DAINTILY...and Curtsey to Ms. Jennie. After She has acknowledged your presence, you may compliment Her on Her Dress. After all, THIS DRESS is the same Dress which has dominated your search history for the last few weeks. It's another one of those certain contradictions in your feeble sissy brain. You know exactly what I am talking about: Feminine, Beautiful, Powerful Women who wear the Formal 'Business Attire,' so to speak, that Ms. Jennie is wearing. 'Shirtdress' has the connotation of just a shirt, which is regarded as more masculine, and dress combined. You're thinking 'not as Feminine as a Dress.' But then you SEE the Dress. This Dress is Powerful Seriously Sexy...and a Very Feminine spin on a traditional Shirtdress. And then, of course, Her ~Bra.~ Not just any Bra. Oh no. This Woman, in Her Tailored but VERY Feminine and Very Short White Shirtdress, Femininely exposing Tantalizing and Super-powerful images of the Laciest, Lacy-White, Most Feminine Bra he had ever seen in his search history. And, as he was soon to learn, the Sexy and ~Very Lacy-White Bra was a Size 34-B...
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Now there was dead silence for a moment in this incredibly Ultra-Feminine "Powder Room." All of these Gorgeoous Feminine Women just waited and stared. All eyes were on the sissy. Would he get up and perform the "perfect" Curtsey for them...his last vestige of masculinity gone, probably gone forever. Or would he finally desperately try to stop these Femininely Powerful Women from ~Feminizing~ him. Yet, They already had put him in the Most Exquisitely Feminine Petticoat imaginable. And he offered zero resistance to these four Stunning, Powerful, and ~Feminine- Women. This was the start of another prettyboi sissy being "Forcibly" ~Petticoated~ by Strong Feminine Women. And EVERY single one of these Woman ~Femininely Dressed. This was the beginning of sissy justin's Petticoat Dream...and the Nightmare of Extreme Humiliations yet to come. If he curtseyed now, it would be over for him. The ultimate act of total submission to Complete Female Control. Especially after being "forced" to put on this very special SISSIFICATION Petticoat. All eyes were on justin as he pondered his fate. And then the haplessly defeated pretty boi slowly, hesitatingly, rose from the Feminine Settee...the silence of the room replaced by the ~sibilant rustling~ of justin's Swishing Lace Petticoats. As he regained his balance, he Daintily...albeit somewhat clumsily performed for the Ladies. As he Daintily took the ~Lacy~ White Layers of Crinoline and Net between his Painted Fingernails, he nervously gathered the White Lace Hems in his Daintily Manicured Fingers, and dropping down in the ultimate act of Submission, he slowly executed what he hoped would be HIS "perfect" . Curtsey. As his Petticoats Swished and Rustled, he waited for acknowledgment from these Beautiful Women. And then came the first real tears of the abject humiliation and Emasculation he now was experiencing. "You may rise, sissy justin." Olympia was taking control now. "Not Feminine enough, justin. Justin," Olympia paused before continuing, I expect the Femininity of your Curtsey to at least match the Femininity of your SuperLittleGirly Lace Petticoat(s). WE, justin, are in control. and We ALWAYS get our way...so remember, sissy, your Curtsey always should be as Feminine as your Petticoat. Look at Me, justin," Olympia ordered. "Perhaps if We put you in one of these Adorable Little Sissy ~Party Dresses~ in here...right now...your Curtsey would become more Feminine...?"
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Olympia was not letting up now. "You know we're going to ~~Petticoat~~ you, sissy boi, ALL THE WAY. You do know that, right? My Oh My Oh My, Sissy Justin. Such GIRLY Little Dresses. Very, Very ~Lacy~ and Satiny. A little on the short side... but ...OMG ...SUCH A FULL SKIRT." Attached to the inside of the Luxurious Satin Skirt of each Dress were three Stiff...Very Stiff , ~Lacy~ White Layers of alternating Taffeta and Net Petticoats. Obviously the Fullness of these Dresses would easily accommodate even the ~Stiffest~ ~Poufiest~ Bouffant Petticoats...just like justin's "Initiation" ~Sissification~ Petticoat. Predictably, the very mention of Forcing justin into these Egregiously Emasculating Frilly Dresses that, literally, only a little Girl... or, a true sissy would wear, immediately had the predicted effect on the sissy as the pleasantly pulsating Red glow on Olympia's Diamond Bracelet was getting redder. "Ohhhh, sissy justin. Little Miss Justine Wants you in a very ~Frilly Little Party Dress~ ... tonight. And She is absolutely insisting that you submit. She wants you in your Sissification Petticoat, justin. You poor little boy. Now you have your Feminine Alter Ego demanding that She come out and that you submit to HER. ~She~ knows the most effective way to break a sissy is REAL Forced Feminization, with a heavy dose of ~~Petticoating.~~ And We all promised Her that She needn't worry about that ever again after tonight..." Then it was Jennie's turn to further taunt the sissy. Her 5-inch Black Slingback Heels making music against the Italian marble floors signalled this Blonde Goddess was moving right towards Her sissy. justin's stunning...and stunned...baby blue eyes were wide-open as they were now staring directly at Her Incredibly Feminine White Lace Bra. And She knew it. "Soooo...justin....do you like My Bra? I wore it just for you. It IS rather ~Lacy,~ isn't It. Wouldn't just to ~Love~ WEAR this!? I just KNOW you would. It feels sooooooo awesome to be able to wear something this ~Feminine~ I feel empowered. In control. In complete control. For example, justin, I've already got control of you. You see, sissyboi, I am playing the part of the Dress Shop Proprietress in our little theatrical presentation for the ~Ladies.~ justin stood at attention and as Jenny sat on the front of the Makeup table, She said, very matter-of-factly, "Okay, Ladies, watch this." This Beautiful Blonde, Her "All-American Girl" good looks, California Persona, smiled wickedly at Her sissy plaything, and taunted him, "You would give anything to wear my ~Bra~, wouldn't you, sissy? You envy me, sissyboi, don't you? Of course you do. Whenever I feel like it, I can wear a Pretty Feminine ~Lace~ Bra...because I am a WOMAN. You would love to ~borrow~ My Bra, wouldn't you? Experience Ultimate Femininity to know that YOU might get to wear MY Bra. All Lacy and Feminine. Can you just imagine how awesome that would be for you? To wear THIS Bra. MY Bra. Who knows, sissy. One day that might happen. I would lend you My Bra. But MY Bra is a 34-B. So it may be a while before you get to try on THIS Bra..."
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Jennie was now standing between the Makeup Table and justin. The Blonde Beauty towered over Her Petticoated prettyboi. Looking down at justin, directly into his frightened eyes, Jennie reached down with Her Delicate Feminine right hand, and began makung a Swishing Froufrou with justin's Sissification Petticoat. Then She reached down with Her other hand and increased the Rustling of the sissy's stiff White PettiLace. "I just LOVE the sound of Rustling Lace Petticoats! Especially when it is a prettyboi...a really, really, really pretty boi who is wearing Them.. Don't you just Love the Rustling and Swishing sounds?" Jennie waited for an answer. When She didn't get a quick reply from justin, She increased making Feminine Froufrouing with justin's ~~~Sissification Petticoat.~~~ She was tossing justin's Lacy Pettis into the air, and then, laughing, asked, "Are you a sissy, justin? Tell Me you're a sissy. Go ahead. Tell me." Nothing. Then, Jennie ordered the poor sissy to "look at My Pretty Lacy Bra while I play with YOUR(!!!!!!!) Petticoats. Now...Look at My Lacy Bra, go ahead, you have My Permission ,and tell Miss Jennie that YOU are a sissy, justin WE need to put you in your very first Frilly Little Party Dress. I'm thinking the White Satin and Lace French Maid's Uniform first. It's verrrrrry Lacy. And it has a Beautiful matching White Lace Pinafore. You can hold the girls' Makeup while they try it on each other...and on you..."
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Jennie softened the ~Swishing of the sissy's ~Lace~ to a Feminine Swish ......Swish.......Swish...Swish...until, finally stopping, and Smiled, Sweetly but Firmly, before saying, "Now, justin, you are going to Daintily bring Me the Lacy White Satin and Lace French Maid's Uniform back over here. When you return, you will hold the Sissy Dress directly up in front of you, and then you are going to ask me, in your most Demure Super-Girly voice, if you can wear the Dress... and WHY you wish to wear The Dress By the way, sissy, the Satin Skirts of this Gorgeous and Quite Feminine Little Dress are just Short enough to allow Several inches of White Net and Lace Petticoats to show. But then again...sissy justin...isn't that what you really want? Hmmmmnn??? Pretty boi? Your FEMINIZING Petticoats need to be seen, do you not agree, justin? And the Sibilant Swishing and Rustling beneath YOUR Full-Skirted Sissy Maid's Uniform?...OOOOOOO..So Elegant, that Luscious White Bridal Satin, Embellished Beautifullly with Ultra-Feminine White Lace...Very, Very, Very LACY! This Adorably and Super Girly Uniform also represents "Power. ABSOLUTE POWER. The ABSOLUTE POWER This Dress already has over you.This DRESS also represents how weak and submissive you are becoming as we overwhelm you with Our Own Power...Our 'Feminine Power.' After all, NO true male ever would submit to what WE are doing to you. Now...Curtsey for the Ladies, and then you will ~mince~ over to the Dress, and carefully return with it. Right here where we are standing now. When you return with the Dress, stand directly in front of Me and hold the Dress against your chest. The Ladies and I will be comparing Our Diamond Bracelets while you think about what's coming next...
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In a festive sound of Swishing Sissification Petticoats, Olympia said, "justin, take ~mincing~ steps...and very limp-wristed...like a Real sissy does. Right, justin?" This Brazilian Model (She had to be, justin reasoned) sharply asked. "Come now, My Pretty little sissyboi, just look at you, all limp-wristed...weak...submissive...in your ~SuperFeminine~ Petticoats." And then Olympia ordered the sissy to stop, turn around to face Her, and Curtsey. Justin stopped. he slowly turned around to face his Goddess as She Swished Her Long Feminine Fingers amidst Her Many Layers of Pink Tulle. And the weak sissy ~Daintily~ executed what he hoped would be an improved effort to execute "the Perfect Feminine Curtsey." "justin," Olympia said, "your Curtsey needs a lot of work." She stopped for a moment, and then the Brazilian Goddess, out of the blue seemingly, asked him, "Are you a ~pantywaist,~ justin?" Olympia put Her Hands on Her Hips as the room grew silent. justin swallowed hard, and before he could utter what he knew he better say, Olympia teased, "You DO know that only a true pantywaist would wear those Dresses. And you, My pretty little pantywaist, will be wearing your very own White Satin and Lace Maids Dress as soon as you answer my little question: 'Are you a pantywaist, justin? Because only Pretty little Pantywaists...who confess to being weak little pantywaists...get to wear THESE DRESSES. Because I designed ALL of these Dresses...specifically for you. You are going to look simply ~Stunning~ in that Maids Uniform. justin. Soooo, sissyboi, are YOU a ~pantywaist?~ Because if you are...and I think ALL of us know the answer to that, then you may ask me for permission to wear the Dress to prove to ALL of us here that yes, you ARE indeed a pantywaist. Answer the question, justin. Are you, as all of us suspect, a pantywaist? A weak emasculated, pathetic excuse for a male? But very pretty. Yes, you are. Sooooo, justin......tell US, All of Us, what you are." Standing ~demurely~ in his Sissification Petticoat, he quietly said, "I am a ...a...a...p...panty...waist." "There, that's better, justin." Olympia wasn't finished. "Would you call yourself a 'sissy pantywaist?'" "Yes, Mistress." "I agree, justin. you ARE a sissy pantywaist. Remember this, sissyboi, while We do have you wearing ~Petticoats,~ you haven't been ~Petticoated~ yet. Not fully Petticoated. We still need you in your New Uniform. Then ~Makeup~... Lingerie. Oh, by the way, prettyboi, while we are on the subject of Lingerie, your new Maids Uniform has matching White ~Satin~ ~Rhumba Panties..~ "They're VERY Lacy. Ruffled White ~French Lace.~ They'll be PERFECT under your Sissification Petticoats and this adorably emasculating and intensely ~Feminizing~ Maids Uniform. It is sòooo ~Feminine.~ So, my little sissy plaything, while We haven't fully ~Petticoated~ you...yet... We already have you in a Petticoat..."
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She was right, justin was thinking. Even justin was wondering how he had given in to these Beautiful Women so easily. Simply put, he was overwhelmed by~~~Feminine~~~ Control, and the new reality that the Women in this room were moving events at Their pace. And They were moving Fast. Their Femininity, Their Beauty, Their ~Dresses,~ Their ~Makeup~, Their Power...ALL of it. And then it was Their Mannerisms: UltraFeminine and clearly in Control, and Loving it. "Sissy justine, do you have something to ask Me?" Olympia asked. Justin dropped a deep ~Feminine Curtsey~ before responding...albeit hesitatingly. "May I please wear this Pretty Maids Dress?" Olympia laughed. "You can't wait for Us to put you into your New Uniform, can you? Why? Why, justin? Is it because the Girls will 'order' you to hold Their Makeup for Them and 'engage' you in a Girly Little Makeup Party.. but with a clear understanding that you, justin, are Their ~Sissy~ Maid. Now gently carry your Pretty New Dress Uniform over to Mistress Jennie, keep your Dainty little wrists limp, ~Curtsey~ Respectfully in your Pretty ~Petticoats,~ and Politely ask Mistress Jennie to assist you with your first-ever ~Dress~ fitting. One more thing, sissyboi, I better not see your sissy blue eyes staring at Her Lacy Bra...
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"Oh, that's okay if my little sissy friend stares at My ~Bra.~ This simply enhances My Femininity as I take complete control of him. I insist that he feasts his little ~sissy~ eyes on my ~Pretty White Lace Bra.~ You see, THIS Bra is the ~Bra~ he would give anything to wear...and yet the Owner...and the Wearer of THIS Bra is in the final stages of having him ~~Petticoated.~~ Jennie looked at justin as he approached Her, daintily holding the FRILLY Dress outward, with his wrists limp, and his Rustling Lace Petticoats reminding everyone in the room who the sissy was. And then, standing in front of Jennie, he Curtseyed, while holding the Frilly Maids Uniform. After he had Curtseyed, Jennie, sitting on the Stunningly Pink and White Italian Marble Makeup Table, Her Long Tanned Legs , Her Short Heavy White Linen Shirtdress, Her Long California Girl Blonde Hair, Her ~Makeup~ immaculately Feminine...And then there was The Bra. HER Bra. White Satin and ~Beautiful~ White ~Lace.~ Jennie was right. justin's eyes were helplessly fixated on Her Feminine Bra. Finally, Jennie spoke to justin, "Is My Lacy Bra controlling you, Justin? Just look at IT, justin! It's soooooo ~~Feminine,~ isn't it? IT makes Me feel Powerful," She ran Her Beautiful fingers quickly over Her Bra's Ultrafeminine Lacy Cups. Then She started playing with Her Long Blonde Hair. "So, sissyboi," Jennie said, "The more you focus on My Pretty Lace Bra , the the more submissive you become...especially since we already have you in Petticoats. Oh no, My prettyboi, tonight, especially tonight, My Bra... My Dress...and My Femininity will crush your last remnants of masculinity. And already My Bra has you envious...jealous. You soooooo want to wear My Bra . Sorry. Only WOMEN wear Bras...unless..."
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"...No. not 'unless,'..." Olympia interrupted..."It's 'until,' as in until I decide when you may begin to Grow your own Br<%$t$ " You will have to earn that Exclusively ~Feminine~ Privilege, justin. The only real difference is that I generally prefer to slow down a sissy's developmental period, as opposed to a real Girl. Sissies who are being ~petticoated~ permanently will experience a prolonged yet profound change in the chest area over an agonizingly slow period of years. These special sissies will experience multiple ~Bra~ fittings for many years to come...most often in very public and highly emasculating situations. Oh yes, Mistress Olympia will be taking yOU to many ~Bra~ fittings." Then Jennie leaned in close and looked at Her clearly frightened sissy. "Give Mistress Jennie your right hand, pretty boi. You just ~Love~ My ~Bra.~ I know you do. Now, take Your Frilly New Uniform in your little sissy hands, and hold it up against your Girly Little Body. Let's see how ~Pretty ~ your uniform is going to look after we put you in It." justin's little hands ~daintily~ held the Dress as its Multitiered Petticoats ~swished and rustled ~ . excitedly. As justin held The ~Stunningly Frilly Satin~ and ~Lace~ Dress, Jennie took each of his feeble little arms, one at a time, and took control of the Beautiful Dress from him. Now holding justin's New Sissy Maid Uniform squarely up against him, Jennie "coaxed" justin into allowing Her to place his sissy hand on Her Bra. OMG!!! justin thought to himself. Jennie ~Femininely~ and gently directed his trembling right hand to Her Lacy White Bra., where She placed it on top. "Just feel This Pretty Lace Bra, justin. Gently rub your pretty Fingers over the Delicate Lace. Isn't It just soooooo Feminine? And feel how much support it gives my Girls. Isn't that amazing. Are you wondering, my pretty boi, what it must feel like to wear a ~Bra~ THIS(! ) Feminine? I am sooooooo glad I was born a Girl. It feels so awesome! Just feel and look at the ~Lace.~ Oh, I just LOVE being a Girl. Look at MY Bra, justin. Touch it. And fantasize about the day I order YOU to wear it for ME. Now, little miss justin...let's get YOU into your Brand New Serving Uniform, before you Girls have some fun playing with ALL of this Beautiful ~Makeup~..."
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Poor justin was now experiencing the full retreat of any remaining masculinity he might have thought he had left. Already shamefully ~~~PETTICOATED~~~, the poor sissy was trapped in the most Exquisitely ~Feminine ~ Powder Room imaginable: Three Incredible SISSY Dresses were strategically displayed in the Pink and White Italian Marble Room. It had an extended Makeup counter, all Pink and White Marble; a Pretty Pink Settee facing the long well-lighted~Makeup mirror. There are brand New Cosmetics everywhere! Again, strategically in view was an assortment of ~ Eyeshadow ~ Palettes, Beautiful Brushes, many of them Pink and White; New Lipsticks...Many New Lipsticks; and soooo much more. He already had been easily ~Petticoated~ by these Strikingly ~Beautiful~ and ~Powerfully ~Feminine,~Women. And now, his inherent ~sissy~ feelings were being used by these Powerful Women to draw the unsuspecting sissy into Their web of ~Extreme Sissification thru Intensive ~Petticoat Punishment / Discipline.~" Now, he had his ~feminine~ little hand resting on Her White ~Satin~ and Lace Bra...as the Beautiful Blonde Jennie described Her Bra in EVERY ~Lacy~ detail...and, of course, now....finally.......justin. His New Maid's Dress was being held squarely against his small body by the Beautiful Jennie. And while justin's one hand was gently fingering Jennie's Ultralacy Bra, his other hand seemed to be nervously ~playing~ with his Lacy Petticoats as he awaited, resigned to his ~Feminine~ fate...
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Keeping justin's soon-to-be standard uniform for his new position pinned against his shoulders, Jennie redirected the sissy's eyes to focus on Her Teasingly Displayed ~White Satin and Lace Bra. "Sooooo...sissy justin, do you like My Bra? I wore "Her" especially for you today. Isn't 'She' just so ~Feminine??? OMG, just feel the Satiny and Silky Cup...go ahaid, don't be so timid. After all, it's just Us Girls in here talking about Our Lingerie. Now...my Sweet little pantywaist, feel the cup...go ahead. Feel how intricate and Pretty the White Lace is. Look at ALL that ~Lace~ keeping My ~Girls~ all ~Pretty.~ Now, justine...~Give a very light but very Feminine Kiss to My Bra. Kiss My ~Lacy Bra~ as the Ultimate act of Total Submission and Obedience to Women...ALL Women. Kissing My Bra, especially after being ~Petticoated,~ means your silly little charade of trying to be a 'man,' Jennie said sarcastically, "officially is over. Kissing My ~Lacy Bra~ also is your official acquiescense to ~FORCED Feminization~and ~Petticoating.~ Now...you may ~Femininely~ Kiss My Bra, justin, before I put you into your New Uniform. Aren't you so excited??!! It's sooooooo ~Lacy~!!! And your ~Petticoats~ will be ~Swishing~ and ~Rustling~ with just an Abundance of ~White~ ~Satin~ and ~Lace~ on display for all of Us to see." Jennie concluded by saying, "Kiss My Bra...right now, My adorable little ~Lace-Loving~ pantywaist..."
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The helpless sissy obediently moved to kiss this stunningly Beautiful~and completely Dominant ~ Feminine Young Woman's ~Lacy~ White Bra. "Good sissy. My naughty little boi. Staring at My Bra. And now...My complete power over you. My ~Feminine~ Power. Before I allow you to kiss My ~Bra,~ first look at Mistress Olympia, and tell ~Her~ that you need to be ~Petticoated~ because you are a sissy. You should never be allowed to wear pants again. Only ~Dresses.~ ~Frilly~ Dresses. Extra ~Frilly.~ Now, 'master justin,'" Her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And don't forget to ~Curtsey,~ My little pretty boi." The sissy never even hesitated in following Miss Jennie's order. Hesitatingly facing Olympia, the broken sissy dropped a respectful curtsey before humiliating himself in front of these stunningly beautiful (and very ~Femininely~ dressed) Women. He informed Olympia that indeed he did need to be ~Petticoated,~ and the sooner the better. That was all Olympia needed to hear. "Put ~her~ in her new uniform, jennie. Justin, stand perfectly still while We get you in a pretty new ~Dress.~ But, first, you may now daintily, and ~femininely,~ kiss Ms. Jennie's Pretty Bra. You do know what this means, sissy. This signifies your complete and total surrender to Me of whatever masculine tendencies you may still have left. ~Petticoating~ you will take care of that little distraction." Before justin could say anything, Jennie took hold of this absolutley Beautiful ~Feminizing~ Maid's Dress. Classic French Maid. Luxurious White ~Luxurious Bridal Satin.~ Exquisitely ~Feminine, And then, of course, the ~White ~Lace.~ The ~Lace~ was everywhere, and it was very tastefully done. Expensive. Very expensive. You could just tell. The attached ~Petticoats~ were there to add extra Fullness to the ~Skirt~ as well as add to the ~Swishing~ and the ~Rustling~ sounds of his other ~Petticoats,~ constant reminders of his now 0~Petticoated~ status. Then Jennie pulled the Gorgeous Ultrafeminine Dress away from justin, holding It in front of his terrified ~feminine~ face. ~Swishing~ the ~Very Full- Skirted Satin and Lace Maid's Dress~at him, invitingly and Tauntingly. justin just knew the Dress was made to fit him perfectly. He could just tell. And it was just so...so...so...oh soooooo...~Feminine.~ and ~Feminizing.~...
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Olympia stepped closer to justin as Jennie pinned the Full-Skirted White ~Bridal Satin- Lace bedecked Maids Dress against the mesmerized sissy's chest, Her Beautiful Fingers creating Feminine Frou Frou. "I am looking for a New ~Maid,~ justin...a...
~sissy maid,~ to be specific." Raising Her Beautiful Eyebrows inquisitively, and putting Her hands on Her Hips, She asked, "Might ~I~ interest you in the position?" Now standing directly in front of Her little Petticoated sissiboi, and gently...teasingly...mesmerizingly Femininely Rustling Her own Layers of Exquisite Pink Tulle Skirts, cautioned, "Now...you might be interested to know some of the requirements of the position before you ask to be considered. Am I correct, justin?" justin's excitement level just shot up exponentially when Olympia said She was looking for a sissy maid. And yet the events of this day were moving so fast. Justin basically had come to the conclusion that even if he could find the courage to "stop" what these Very ~Beautiful Women were doing to him. He was outnumbered. And their Sparkling~Diamond~Bracelets were getting Redder. Now Olympia pounced. "Listen closely, justin, while I tell you what I expext from My ~Lady's- maid: First and foremost, of course, is ~Natural Beauty.~ My sissy maid must have extremely ~Feminine~ features , without Makeuo. You have that. I can't wait to see how you look with a little ~Makeup.~ Next, I Demand Absolute Total ~Obediedience~ to Me. Complete submission. No questions...ever. You may expect Severe Punishments from Me for even hesitating when I give you an order, sissiboi." This stunning Brazilian ~Beauty then began tp "play" with justin's Rustling Lace Petticoats. "You will Obey Me because you ~~ENVY~ ~ Me." ~This Goddess of a Woman's Beautiful Eyes took aim on justin's eyes. His face was wraught with ~Fear.~ " And ..you
~ENVY~ My ~Femininity,~ I will use all of this to control you. And to ~Feminize~ you... as I am already. Just as I will use those powerfully Emasculating ~Frilly~ Little Gurls Party Dresses, your ~Petticoats,~ Makeup, and Lace to ~Feminize~ and ~sissify~ you. Also, I shall expect Perfect Feminine Deportment at ALL times, especially your ~Curtsey.~ And then, of course, your ~Super-Feminine Uniforms, which clearly define you for what you Really are. Or what you hope to be: A Feminine...Very Feminine sissyboi. One more thing, justin, I do insist that My sissy maid apprentice understands that ~she~ Will be Mistress Olympia's Personal Lady's Maid. You Will weari your ~Laciest Petticoats~ as a symbol of your Respect for Me. You will brush ~My Hair~ in the morning while I am putting on My ~Makeuo.~ Maybe while I am putting on My ~Makeup,~ I might ask your opinion on an ~Eyeshadow~ color, a Lipstick Shade, .My Blush...who knows. Anyway, those are just a few of My requirements. So, if you are interested in applying for the position, I must have your answer right now." Olympia continued making Rustling Frou-Frou with justin's Petticoats." Make no mistake, sissy justin, you DO need to be ~Petticoated,~ and I am just the Woman to do it. Now...are you interested in the position?..."
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"Yes, pretty boy. I am looking specifically for a very ~Feminine,~ very Pretty, and extremely ~Submissive~ sissy maid. My very own Lady's ~ Sissy~ Maid." She stated, adding, 'But I intend to ~Petticoat~ MY sissy maid. Permanently. I want my little gurl ~Completely~ under My control." And ~Petticoating~ is highly effective. Would you agree, justin?" Olympia now began to use Her long Feminine Fingers to explore beneath justin's ~Sissification Petticoat.~ The Women's Diamond Bracelets got redder. As the Brazilian Goddess's Painted Fingernails disappeared beneath the sissy' s ~~Lacy~~ Layers, She just looked deep into Her sissy's baby blue eyes, Feminine eyes, and with great potential. As Her Fingers continued to Rustle and Swish justin's Pettis, She smiled sweetly at Her captive, staring him straight in his eyes, and said, very matter-of-factly, "I'm contemplating a ~Pink~ or perhaps... a Blue...~Baby Blue...~Eyeshadow~ with this particular White Lace Dress." Then She commented, "I just LOVVE your Pretty Feminine ~Petticoat!,~ sissy
justin. Do you like wearing a ~Petticoat?~...or perhaps Several ~Petticoats~, sissy?" Because that's another little requirement for this position. ~Petticoats.~. I expect ~Petticoats~ ...~Lacy and Frilly..~ And one more thing before I hear your answer. I firmly believe ~Petticoating pretty little sissybois should always include a heavy dose of Humiliation . Sooooo...master justin," Olympia's voice dripping with sarcasm as She called him 'master,.' Are you Interested i the position? Your Pretty Feminine Dress awaits you. ?" And renember to ~Curtsey~ Daintily before you ask Me for permission to speak. Go ahead, justin. ~Curtsey~ for Mistress Olympia. Show all of us how ~Feminine~ you can ~Curtsey ~" Olympia removed Her wandering Fingers, Fluffed justin's Pettis, Smoothing his Lacy Layers. She nodded to Her sissy to obediienty execute his best sissy Curtsey. When he had finished his Curtsey attempt, his head bowed, Olympia complimented him. "Now that was a much more ~Feminine~ Curtsey, justin., considering you have have not had a single ~Deportment~ lesson yet. Now, do you wish to speak? The sissy nodded in the affirmative. "Have you decided about applying for the maid's position. You ARE a ~sissy,~ right? "...justin did not answer. "Well, the position is for a sissy maid...who I intend to Petticoat." This was it. THE moment. The definitive moment. His last chance to maybe stop this. But then his little baby blue eyes turned to focus on THE Ultrafeminine DRESS. The ultimate Lace embellished White Bridal Satin Maids Dress. Short. With attached Rustling Lace Petticoats underneath, buttressing the Swishing Satin Skirt of his Dress. Upon feasting his greedy eyes on that Stunning Satin and ~Lace~ Confection, this sissy folded like a house of cards. "Y...y...y...yessssss, ...I am a ~sissy..~" "Good little gurl. I think you are a ~sissy,~ too. Or at least you will be...after some intensive training..."
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Olympia moved quickly. "Raise your weak little arms, sissy boii, and stand completely still while Jennie puts you into your Pretty Dress. I know you are a big fan of Bridal Satin, preferably White or Pink, all Lacy and Girly. It is a bit on the Short side, certainly not long enough to cover your Fluffy Lace Petticoats. You won't mind a little of your Petticoat Lace showing, do you? After all, you are a sissy, right? You said so yourself." Olympia ordered Jennie to, "Put our pretty little sissy into his adorable Sissy Maid's Dress. He needs to be in a Dress. He's a sissy.".. Olympia stepped aside and Jennie took the Beautiful Dress in Her Hands and raised it directly over justin's head. His face was full of fear. As he looked up, he saw Jennie, the Beautifull California Blonde, supremely Feminine in Her White Shirtdress and 5-inch Heels. Towering over justin, a Determined smile on Her Painted lips. The Rich Satin Uniform and attached Petticoats teasingly Rustled and ~Swished~ as the Dress was lowered over the sissy's Lingerie-Clad and Petticoated pitiful representation of a male's physique. Once Jennie had lowered the Dress over justin, he was told to drop his hands to his sides and not move them until She had time to fluff out his Petticoats and Secure the seven Mother-of-Pearl Buttons in the back of Justin's Pretty new Uniform. Jennie tòok out a very small Pale Pink Padlock, showed it to justin, and quickly locked it in place . Showing the sissy a small Pink Key, She put it in Her Purse, and took a Wide White Bridal Satin Ultralacy Pinafore-style Apron...OMG! It was so ~Feminine!~ Ordering the Petticoated sissy to stand still again the Apron was secured by a ~Large~ Feminine Bow in the back.. "Perfect! Absolutely Perfect!" The Women's pulsatiing Diamond Bracelets Agreed...
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For the first time the sissy's knees weakened. They were visibly shaking. It was happening. It really was happening. The ~UltraFemine~ atmosphere here in this Ladies Powder Room was very rapidly ensnaring It's latest unsuspecting sissy victim in Their inescapable web of Petticoats, ~Makeup,~ and Lace.. And, of course, THIS Incredibly ~Feminizing ~ Dress...Yes, THIS ~DRESS!!~ Glistening Snow White ,ALL Bridal Satin AND ~~Lace~~VERY Full-Skirted...With Three ~Feminine~ Lacy ~Pettixoats~ already sewn into the ~Dress,~ to give It extra fullness. In other words, And because This Pretty Little Uniform was Mini-Length, THE Sissy WOULD be ~forced~ to ~Permanently~ display his ~ Lace..~ The ~Swishing~ and ~Rustling~ of soooooo many stiff ~Petticoats~ was all that could be heard as Jennie playfully Fluffed ALL Her helpless sissy's Stiff Rustling ~Petticoats.~ Jennie, this drop-dead Gorgeous California Blonde, continued to create Deliciously ~Feminizung~ Frou Frou. Laughing,. Now Jennie really was taunting Her little sissy, "Oh my, justin. YOUR ~Petticoats~ are showing! That is just as it should be for ~pretty~ little sissy gurls like you. Because yOU, my dear little girly-boy, are being ~Petticoated...for good. After all, a Feminine Little pantywaist...like yOU, justine, SHOULD be Forced to always show her~Lace Petticoats. And~Mistress Olympia~ intends to keep it this way. You see, littlle justin, Permanently Displaying your Pettis for all to see, simply confirms lMistress Olympia's Total control over you. It also confirms that you are to be Fully, and forcefully, if necessary ~Feminized. You will ~Never~ be a boy again. Nor a ~~Girl.~~ No, justin, you will be a ~sissy.~ A very ~Girly and ~Feminine~sissy. Permanently ~Petticoated.. Yes, Permanently...
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Now Jennie was smiling triumphantly, standing tall in Her Heels, Her Hands on Her Hips, "Soooooo... justin," Jennie laughed, How do you like being ~Petticoated? Hmmmmnn?" S Olympia moved to stand directly in front of Her little pantywaist, "Now you look presentable, little ~girl.~ You are dressed as a little Girly sissy should be.: Submissive. Obedient, and ~Feminized.~ Very Feminized. And remember, Always Curtsey and ask A Woman for permission to speak before doing so. And do not raise your hand...Ever. You WILL Curtsey. Then if you are acknowledged to speak, you will first Curtsey again before thanking The Woman, and then you may continue with what you have to say. When you are ordered to do something...anything...by a Lady or a ~girl~, you do it. Immediately. Then you ~Curtesy~... Obediently. A Feminine Curtsey. Very ~Feminine.~ " "Yes, Mistress." Olympia glared at Her sissy. "Now answer Miss Jennie's question, 'How do you like being ~Petticoated?'" he hesitated. Just as he had fantasized so many times: The Cool White Rustling Skirts of his Stunning White Bridal Satin Maids Dress, floating Beautifully atop Layer after Lacy Layers~ of Swishing Net, Tulle, Taffeta and Feminine White ~Lace~ Petticoats . It had been this justin's silly little fantasy for years. But now...this was so much more. These Women were Real...They were Serious. They had him. And justin knew They had him. "Answer the question, pantywaist..."
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Now justin's face was burning with shame. The Goddess Olympia spoke, "While I will give you a minute to ponder your little predicament here, I AM ordering you to gently... ~femininely~ finger your own sweet little lacy pettis as they Femininely subdue you...and crush your last vestiges of nasty boyhood. Go ahead, my pretty little sissy boi, finger all of that Pretty Feminine White Lace. ..justin, 'Little Miss Justine' is taking over now. She is insisting that you play with all of your Petticoats...concentrating on Their lace. She knows you are addicted to the intensely arousing and yet, in your case, very humiliating Petticoat Lace. Now , play with your ~Petticoats..~ and think about our little Makeup party we're going to have... with just Us Girls? We're going to have so nuch fun...Olympia paused. Giggling, She looked straight at this now frightened sissy, " After all, Petticoats, Makeup,, and Lace. What more could a gurl need,..."
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And then it started. In this overwhelmingly Feminine Powder Room, where you could have heard a pin drop...the excitingly Swish...swish...swish...ing of layer after layer of Rustling Taffeta, Tulle, Starched Net, and Lavishly ~Lacy~ Snow White Pettis. Swishhhhh...Swishhhhhh...Swishhhhhhhh. under the very Beautiful, very watchful, and completely Controlling eyes of Goddess Olympia. She was Stunningly Beautiful. And SHE WAS ~FEMININE! VERY FEMININE . And This Woman knew it. The little sissy complied. Of course he did. As justine's Prettily painted fingernails nervously began to explore and finger the Feminine, Feminine, Feminine White ~Lace~ Hems of his "Iniiation Petticoat," Olympia made Delicious ~Frou-Frou ~ with justin's Skirts, justin's little knees buckled ever so slightly. "You know...sissy justine...MY SISSY Maid to be ~Feminine. Very Feminine. Which means, I am ~Petticoating~ yOU ~permanently.~ starting this minute." Olympia was making delicious Feminine frou frou with the sissy's rustling Skirts. She was giggling. The rustling frou frou continued. And then in Her Girliest Sweetest voice imaginable, "If you are My perfect obedient little sissy maid, maybe...just maybe...I will have you fitted for your very own little Pageant Dress. With oodles of stiff Lacy Petticoats? Perhaps enter you in Pageants...Special Pageants...for pretty little sissy bois like you?...
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Olympia retrieved Her cellphone from Her ~purse.~ she gently tapped it and the lights in the UltraFeminine ~Powder Room~ began to dim. To a sensually soft ~White~ with a pink hue. And then two slightly brighter white spotlights were direcly aimed at the two remaining ~Dresses~ awaiting the sissy. A soft, not-so-subtle reminder of the other two Dresses yet to be fully utilized in this all out assault on this poor little boi. They also were UltraFeminine to remind this new -sissy- of his Petticoated fate. The Stunningly Beautiful ~Olympia~ continued Her Feminizing control of Her very own pretty little sissy plaything. The lighting in the room was perfect. "Would you like to be Mistress Olympia's Pretty Little Pageant Boi? Hmmmmm...? Wear ~Lacy~ Petticoats...All The Time? Would little sissy justin be willing to ~submit~ to Strict ~Petticoat Discipline~ for Mistress Olympia? Compete against the ~Prettiest~ and ~Daintiest~ sissies...just like you!" She was now using Her Beautifully Manicured and Painted Fingernails to play with his ~Lace Petticoats.~ Looking ~Seductively~ into the sissy's frightened eyes, Olympia slowly removed Her Blush Brush from Her Purse, aimed the Pink and White Brush at justin, and began to run the soft white bristles of the Feminine Brush, as if She was applying Feminin Blush to his already reddened cheeks. Cheejs of a sissy...reddened from embarrassment and humiliation. Traces of Blush still on Olympia's Pink and White brush now eminated a distinctly ~Feminine~ and Exciting Aroma...especially for sissies. She continued to excite the sissy by sweeping Her Feminine Brush, almost condescendingly. 'Oh yes...My Pretty Little Sissy Pageant boi. I love it! I can just see you right now in your little Extra Frilly Pageant Dress. It's the kind of Dress that clearly says that you have been Petticoated, Permanently. Because ALL of Our Pretty Pageant bois have been Permanently Petticoated." And now, my pretyy little Feminized Plaything, you may execute your best Feminine Sissy Curtsey, and ask Me for permission to answer Ms. Jennie's question. You DO remember rhe question? " Dutifully ~Curtseying~ to the best of his ability, justin meekly began to answer Miss Jennifer's question: "How did this sissy boi like wearing his own Frilly Lace ~Petticoats?"...
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Femininely playing with Her Petticoated sissy boi's Rustling White, Stiff Lacy Petticoats, She laughed Condescendingly, "Now, little miss justin," emphasizing "miss, "How do ~You~ like being Petticoared? " The sissy froze and said nothung. The look of fear and shame all over his pretty,,,abd quite ~Femininw~ finally was in his eyes. Real fear. Now Olympia was Caressing the Feminine...and Feminizing...~Lace~ Trim of his Swishing Pettis. "Ask Mistress ~Olympia~ politely if I will ~Feminize~ you. Permanently.~" Oltmpia abruptly dropped Her Controlling hands to Her side. As She dropoed hmHer sissy's Petticoats, She looked justin right in his frightened eyes, pointed at his ~Poufy Lace Bouffant Petticoats, and ordered, "Now., justin...little miss justin, play with Your Lace...Better yet," Olympia added You may ask for My permission to allow you to admire your Dainty, Frilly, and Quite ~Lacy~ Pettis. Go ahead, sissy boi.. My Very Own soon-to-be Pageant Sissy. Put you in one of those short Frily Little Pageant Dresses. All Satiny. Ruftling Taffeta Net Lace Petticoats showung underneath...oooooo... put Makeup on you... put you in a pair All Lacy and Satiny Girly Pink Rhumba Panties,. A Feminine little Training Bra...All Satiny and Lacy...for a Petticoated Sissy..... " Putting Her Beautiful Hands on Her hips, "Politely ask Me if I will make you into My pretty little pageant sissy. Force you to compete against other pretty little sissies in sssy pageants. Because that's exactly what Iintend to do...when you are not attending to my needs as My Personal Sissy Lady's Maid, all Petticoated and sissified..."
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OMG!!! The sissy realized any escape from his Petticoated fate was not in the cards. Not now. Not ever. Reality was setting in. What had been this pretty...very pretty sissy boi's deepest fantasies indeed were now to be his reality. The Powerful Feminine Control of these Beautiful Women...his soon-to-be Mistress...The Goddess Olympia...the Humiliating and yet deeply arousing ~Petticoat Discipline~ to which now would irrevocably Femininze him forever...Petticoats...Lace...and ~Makeup-...were all too much. And in a sudden desperate attempt...a plea for mercy. For reconsideration. "Puhleeeeeze...Miss Olympia...Puhleeeeze don't do this to me! Please! I'm NOT a...a...a...a..." Olympia laughed. "A 'what?' justine ? You are not a what? Go ahead. Say it. Say the word,sissy. Say it." She was openly taunting him. ~Olympia~ slowly...impatiently began tapping Her Heels on the marble floor, Her hands on Her Hips. "You even cry like a Little Girl, sissy! How adorable. But such a naughty little boi. And so ungrateful. Madame Chadwick will take the corrective measures necessary to crush any token resistance you may have to Our plans for you, my dear little sissy boi. And rest assured, you will be punished for this silly outburst." Making Feminine frou frou with Her sisdy boi's Rustling Pettilace, Olympia laughed. "My ~Pretty~Pageant~sissy. All Petticoated. Emasculated...and Feminized. I LOVE it! I just love it!"...
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"You know, little 'master' justin," Olympia mockingly emphasized his masculine name, "Pageant sissies are required to have their own little personalized pageant names when they compete against the other little sissy pageant bois. The moment I laid eyes on you, My pretty little girlyboy, and after reviewing years of your naughty little search history, I reserved the perfect name for my special little gurl. Its so...so..." The Goddess Mistress swished the sissy's net and lace, giggling, "...~Feminine.~ Deliciously Feminine. Just purrfect for my pretty little girly boy. My Maid. My sissy maid. In his first frilly little satin and lace Party Dress. His own little pageant dress. For sissy boys who so desperately want to be sweet little girls. Real girls. Girly girls..But alas. That can never be. Oh no. They will NEVER be real girls. Because they are much too sissy to be real Girls. No, My little pretty boi. You will never be a real Girl. Mistress ~Olympia~ would not allow you anyway. Because you had the misfortune of being born a boy. But not a 'normal' boy. Oh no." Olympia mocked him. "You know you are much too weak to ever be a real boy. You are too pretty for that, little gurl. There is absolutely nothing masculine about you., pantywaist. Because you, justin, are effeminate. And effeminate little bois, just like you, are subservient and obedient to Women and Girls. ALL Women and Girls. And because you are effiminate, you envy us. And we know it. Secretly, you want to be ine of us. But We use Our Femininity to completely crush any and all hope of you ever salvaging any last vestige if your feeble masculinity. And we crush your dreams of becoming one of us. Because, deep down, you know..
and We know that Petticoat Punishment works, little miss justine. Humiliation works because it shames you and yet it arouses you. It is an inescapable conundrum. And make no mistake about it, my pretty little sissy boi, I have ways if humiliating you that will...drive...you...crazy. Crazy with envy. Because it is MY ~Femininity~ that will control you. Just look at you. You are such a luttle sissy. All Frocked and Petticoated. And you barely resisted at all. I knew you wouldn't resist me. Just wait until I put you in your first little Frilly Pageant Dress. They call them 'Cupcake Dresses,' don't they justin? Just like the ones in here. Made especially for sissies. And I am going to be certain that YOU are wearing oodles of stiffly starched Petticoats under Your short satin Skirt. Very ~Lacy~ pettis. The kind that Rustle and Swish with a sissy's and a Little Girl's every movement. So that you can never forget what you are and what you will always be. They will serve as a constant reminder to you, sissy justine, that you will Never be mistaken for a little boi. And as you swish Femininely across the stage, limp- wristed, with the heels of your sweet little Pink patent leather Mary Janes clicking as you proudly didplay your Petticoats, you will be introduced to the Beautiful Women in attendance as ... "Little Miss Pettilace..."
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Olympia was stunningly Beautiful. Supremely confident. Disarmingly Feminine. She had waited so long for this moment. The moment She would ensnare Her very own pretty boi. A pretty boi with, in Her words, "Potential. Real potential." She would never forget that afternoon three years earlier in Nordstrom. She was in Manhattan on business and had scheduled a Makeover in the Cosmetics Department with Her own private consultant, Anne. Olympia was sitting in the chair as Anne was delicately and strategically applying a new blush to Olympia's cheeks. As Anne Femininely swished the Brush ever so gently, explaing how to apply it, Olympia looked in the mirror and noticed this very boyish young (17-18 years old, at most) "man" in the background...staring intently. He was clearly mesmerized by two beautiful Women engaging in one of the quintessentially Feminine activities that Women enjoy: Makeup. He kept staring until......Olympia suddenly turned around abuptly as if to question the little man's "interest." Startled for a second that he had been caught, the little man looked the other way quickly and pretended to walk away. But he couldn't. No, instead he acted as though he was looking at after shave at the Ralph Lauren counter, still close to the two Women, holding a dark green tester bottle, all the while still sneaking glances at Olympia as She was now contemplating and discussing an Eyeshadow with the beautiful Makeup artist. Examining a single palette while speaking with Anne, Olympia's Feminine instincts "felt" this little boi continuing to steal glances over at Her, and at Anne, as Anne applied a slight dusting of the palest sky blue shadow imaginable while the two of them discussed the new look Anne was creating. The little boi-man got bolder as Olympia saw him re-appear, now even a little closer in the lighted mirror they were using. Yes, he had dared to get just a little closer. He was helplessly mesmerized by what was transpiring at the Makeup counter and he just had to watch. Olympia smiled to Herself as She studied him. Smallish, maybe 5'4", longish hair in a ponytail, stylishly dressed, albeit wearing skinnier jeans than any real Man would wear, for sure. He wore a loose-fitting long sleeve white dress shirt of thin (almost sheer) cotton. But the boi's most intriguing characteristic of all? Well, Olympia concluded, he seemed...effeminate. And he was pretty. Yes. A pretty boi. Very pretty, actually. Maybe, just maybe, the Beautiful Olympia's patient multiyear search finally was yielding what She had always wanted...Her very own sissy boi. Her personal plaything. Hers to keep and to train, any way She desired. At this very moment Olympia knew it was time to determine just how vulnerable this effeminate little boy could be. And She knew just how to find out...
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Within a few days Anne had supplied video of the boyish man wandering thru the Cosmetics Department and digital imaging did the rest. Justin Smythe was his name. Future heir to a billion dollar coffee fortune, he had never worked a day in his life. He was under the care of an Aunt who had home-schooled him and retained complete power of attorney until he reached the age of 21. If he married, the inheritance, all of it was his, save for $25 million which would go to his Aunt Jane. Olympia would have to make sure that never happened if She decided he was to be Hers...ALL Hers. Quickly gaining access to justin's computer activities and carefully studying his search history was easy. And it didn't take long to learn all She needed to know about Her very own "girly-boi to-be." Hour, after hour, and after hour the weak little man immersed himself with images and stories of subjugated, weak-willed, effeminate males, terrified of successful, Beautiful, Feminine, Dominant Women who were just looking for a pantywaist to put in his place. And this particular little sissy's forte was Forced ~Feminization.~ The more Olympia researched, the more aroused and excited She became Herself at the possibility of ensnaring Her very own pretty girly boy. And this particular pretty boy had so many "kryptonite" weaknesses it would be impossible for him to resist Her. His little stories frequently revolved around a central male character much like himself: Weak-willed; effeminate; intimidated by Beautiful Feminine Women, and envious of Their Femininity...especially...ohhhhh yes...especially their Clothes. Their Dresses, to be precise. The more Feminine Their Dresses, the more envious he bacame and the more likely justin had bookmarked them. Many of the Dresses were short, full-skirted. He definity had an affinity for Tulle and ~lace.~ But there was more. So much more: His penchant for ~Lacy~ Feminine Bras, mostly white and Pink Satin. Ribbons and delicate little Bows. Slips, Garter Belts, Stockings, Lacy Panties...on and on and on. And ohhhhhhhh yes! Those super ~frilly~ little gurly Party Dresses!!! And he had bookmarked literally hundreds of those undeniably ~Feminizing~ images just PERFECT for puttinh any reluctant, or even hesitant sissy in her place. And the central them in most of this sissy's preferred fiction was a weak-willed male...a pantywaist. Destined to be Feminized and sissified. By force, if necessary. The character might show some token resistance at first. Inevitably, though the weak male eventually always acquiesced to total Feminine control and domination after a strong dose of humiliation, embarrassment, and shame. It was also during Olympia's two-plus year scrutiny of Her prospective sissy's internet search history, however; that one theme continued to resonate with this particular boy...and with this Feminine Goddess: "Petticoating." Oh yes, this was young master justin's ultimate kryptonite, and now Olympia would vow to create Her own special web of Makeup, ~Petticoats,~ and Lace to make absolutely certain that this pretty boi was destined to become HER own little Personal Petticoated Plaything...Her sissy maid. Her Boudour Maid. Her personal Lady's Maid. "Petticoated Plaything," She thought to Herself, with a triumphant smile of uncompromising determination and resolve. "Yes, I like the sound of that..."
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Right as Mistress Olympia shared Her new pageant name for justin, Her pretty ~Petticoated~ sissyboi, the door to the ultraFeminine Powder Room opened. Slowly, and quite tentatively, a young "man" not more than 18 or 19-years-old, dressed in a navy blue sports jacket, long-sleeve white dress shirt, and white linen trousers, peeked inside with wide bulging eyes. His mouth opened in a panicking look at the sheer ~Femininity~ of the room's ambiance as well as the stunningly beautiful Women inside. He quickly said he had the "wrong room" as he tried to make his hasty retreat by trying to back up. Alas, his meager 5'6" frame was no match as he was "re-directed" forward by a Beautiful Blonde Woman. She was attired in tight black leather ~pants,~ a sheer long-sleeved silk shirt, and 5-inch ~elegant~ pink leather slingback heels. Her perfectly manicured fingernails and toenails were painted a frosty Pink to match Her heels. And She carried a dainty, decidedly Feminine pink leather Purse, holding It by a sparkling gold chain. Her long Blonde hair was held in a Ponytail. She was Beautiful in Her Cherry Red Lipstick. If Women truly believe Red Lipstick is a symbol of Feminine Power, then She wore Hers proudly and perfectly. In Her Heels, She was over six feet tall. She took hold of the frightened little boy's right shoulder and unceremoniously pushed him inside. Then She immediately locked the door. Marching the frightened boy towards a Pale Pink ~Pageant~ Style Girl's Party Dress...Frilly enough for any Petticoated sissy, She stopped the now visibly anxious male right in front of the Dress display. "Hold my purse, Leonard, while I check something." Forcing Her Purse onto his trembling right fingers. She instructed him how to hold Her Dainty Feminine Purse, then gripping his chin with Her strong right hand. "Don't you move an inch, Leonard. Do you understand?" She squeezed his chin harder. In a trembling voice, Leonard tried to tell this Blonde Boombshell that She was "hurting me." She looked down at Leonard, quite condescendingly, and laughed. And then She glared seriously at him, "Do NOT move unless I give you permission, Leonard." The room was silent...until the sibilant rustling and swishing of Silk and Taffeta were the only sounds that could be heard as She carefully removed the ultrafrilly confection from its display mannequin. She turned to face the terrified boy, and Femininely and gently shook the ~Frilly~ Lace-bedecked Dress, tantalizingly and directly in front poor little leonard. "Isn't this just the Prettiest, Girliest Little ~Party Dress,~ you have ever seen, Leonard? Hmmmmm? Why it even matches Your little Purse. What a coincidence! Stand still while I try something." Now the Tall Blonde took the Rustling Taffeta and Satin Sissy Pageant Dress and held it Squarely against Leonard's meek little body after removing his sport coat. "It's just a little on the Short side, Leonard, but that's okay. With a couple of stiffly starched white Crinoline ~Lace~ trimmed Petticoats underneath, I think YOU are going to look adorable in THIS Dress..."
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"B...b...but...but...Ms. Lolita! Please don't. Ohhhh please! Please! Please don't do this to me. Puhleeeeze..." The tall beautiful Woman...Powerful in Her Black Leather Pants (Justin knew he had not seen another Woman here all day in Pants. He stood still. Stunned at what was transpiring before his very eyes.), took hold of Leonard's chin and squeezed it even harder. "Make you do what, Leonard? Hmmmm...? Answer me, pretty boy. Make you do what?" Leonard was crying. Please, Ms. Lolita. No! Please no!" Meanwhile, ~Olympia~ stared at Her own Petticoated sissy, daring justin to interrupt the proceedings. Lolita let go of Leonard's chin. She stroked his right cheek briefly, as if to try to calm him down. Leonard was still crying...
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Lolita laughed at Leonard, "Oh shush, Leonard. You'll do what I tell you to do. And when I decide to put you in a ~dress,~ you'll know it's for your own good. Now, stand still and stop that silly crying." Lolita looked at Olympia, "Olympia, may I borrow the services of Your sissy boi, please?" "Why of course, Lolita." Then Olympia directed Her attention to the ~petticoated~ Justin. "Justin, you are to obey Mistress Lolita's every 'request,' without hesitation. Is that clear, sissy?" As Olympia said it, She made exciting Feminine frou frou with Her own tulle skirts, swishing them teasily. And awaiting Little Miss Justine's ultimate symbol of obedience and respect: A perfectly executed Ultrafeminine curtsey from the Petticoated male. And justin did not disappoint his new Mistress. Oh no...Little Miss Justine was in charge now. And this particular curtsey made a point of the sissy's dainty fingers allowing for quite the display of lavish white Petticoat Lace. After all, this was the sissy's initiation petticoat and Little Miss Justine had every intention of shaming and ~humiliating~ the sissy who for so long had forbidden Little Miss Justine to take charge over himonce and for all. After holding justin's curtsey for what seemed an eternity, Little Miss Justine insisted that Her sissy alter ego nervously but carefully rearrange his skirts and his lacy Pettis before standing at attention." Ohhhhh...how sweet!" Lolita complimented a now red-faced justin in Her mocking tone of voice. "Little Miss Justine, what do you say to Mistress Lolita?" Olympia asked, her voice commanding. justin no longer was in charge now. Oh no, Little Miss Justine was in control now. And with that, Little Miss Justine yet another flawlessly Girly curtsey, replying, "Thank you for your kind compliment, Miss Lolita." Little Miss Justine continued, this time forcing justin's dainty fingers to toy playfully...~Femininely~...with his rustling layers of snow white exquisite Petticoat "Lace..." "Come here, sissy boy...and present yourself. Perhaps Leonard would like to see your Feminine Petticoats so he can better understand what I mean when I tell him I have every intention of Sissifying him, too..."
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Poor Leonard. He was trapped. And he knew it. This Tall beauty, Her Long Blonde hair tied back in a Powerfully mesmerizing high Ponytail, She, dressed all in Black Leather. Leather pants. HER sheer Feminine white chiffon shirt revealed a breathtakingly white satin and drop dead gorgeously feminine white ~lace~ ~Bra.~ Delicate Italian White Lace. The finest anywhere in the world. Her matching Pink purse and Her Powerful Pink Lipstick let it be known to everyone in this already Ultra...Ultra Feminine atmosphere who was in charge of this relationship. "Leonard..." Lolita looked at Her little boyfriend, "Little bois like you, Leonard...weak, pretty, mostly effeminate...you need to be TOLD what to do...you need a Woman just like me. And you need to be protected by a Strong...Pretty...Confident and FEMININE Woman like Me. You're weak, Leonard. Very weak. But oh my god, you are so pretty! And you have so much, how shall I put this? Yes. Potential." Then justin made his approach to where Lolita was standing, tiptoeing daintily, until he stood at attention, facing the Tall Beaty attired in Her tight Black Leather pants, and then performed a very Feminine curtsey, displaying his many layers of rustling and swishing white lace. justin followed his curtsey next by using his dainty painted fingers to smoothe out all wrinkles, real or imagined, in his fluffy skirts and petticoats. "Good, sissy," Pronounced Lolita. "Now come closer to where little Leonard and I are standing and present yourself. My cute little boyfriend and I wish to examine your Petticoats more closely. Now you may present yourself, sissy." For a second, after Lolita had addressed justin as "sissy," he thought about saying something back to Her. But the stare he received from Olympia was enough to squash any thoughts of backtalk justin might have harbored. His mouth stayed shut...and remained that way throughout the shame and humiliation that was about to be heaped upon him by Olympia. And the humiliation of poor little petticoated justin was about to commence: "Slowly, my brave little man," Olympia mockingly ordered justin to raise your beautiful short rustling satin skirts so that I may examine your delightful and quite Feminine swishing Lace Petticoats." Obediently, justin stepped forward, his white Bridal Satin miniskirted uniform's satin skirt slowly being raised as his Multilayered Lace Petticoats swished musically...and tantalizingly for those who were gathered in the silence of that Ultrafeminine room. Lolita fingered playfully with sissy justin's ruffled lace hems adorning the stiff white net Bouffant Petticoats. Lavishly decorated in white lace, stiff white crinoline , mostly, but with an occasional layer (or two) of subtly Girly pale pink tulle. "Ok. You may stop raising your skirts, justin." And then Lolita plunged Her fingers into the massive layers of swishing net and Lace. Her long feminine fingers were happily exploring the Petticoated sissy's Feminine frillies, giggling, ooohing and aaahing, gently tosssing them in Her painted fingers, daring justin to resist. All the while, the Beautiful Controlling Lolita, every now and then looking directly at poor Leonard. "Leonard, aren't these Petticoats simply stunning??" Lolita didn't wait for any response. "They are SOOOOO lacy and SOOOOOOO stiff. When I was a little girl I had to wear Petticoats several times a year. Very Lacy Petticoats...and very stiff Pettis just like these here. My parents were diplomats and I was always allowed downstairs when we were hosting small parties, provided I wore a Frilly Party Dress with Lacy Petticoats. My Mother picked out ALL of my Party Dresses and my Petticoats...especially the Petticoats, leonard...especially the petticoats. I enjoyed wearing Petticoats and a nice Short Party Dress. Of course..." Lolita said. "Then again, "I get to choose when I want to wear a frilly dress," She paused, "You, Leonard, on the other hand, well, for our relationship to be successful, I will choose and I will decide what YOU wear. Do I make myself perfectly clear, Leonard?" ... This Tall Blonde Beauty then put Her hands on Her hips, looked at Her little pretty boi, stating, "Because I know what's best for pretty little boys just like you, leonard, my sweet little boifriend..."
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Leonard's eyes widened with fright when he realized what this Beautiful...Dominant...and Very Feminine Woman...in Her Disarmingly feminine black leather pants and sheer white chiffon shirt, resplendent with the *Laciest White Satin Bra* imaginable. And SHE was all business...all controlling. Leonard was desperately trying to avoid the inevitable. He knew exactly what Lolita was planning for him. And he feared his resistance to Her probably wouldn't last for very long. But he had to try to stop Her from trying to steal his fledgling masculinity. He had to! Leonard was sweating. Lolita was just sooooo Beautiful. "Lolita?" Leonard timidly asked, trying to gain Her attention. The Women in the Elegant and quite Feminine powder room were moving9 in a bit closer, almost as if They were surrounding poor little leonard. "Yes, Leonard?" Lolita clearly was annoyed by the interruption. "What is it?" In a small whispering tone, hoping to keep his conversation with Lolita private, "Lolita, Please. Why are you doing this to me? Why?" Lolita responded by speaking softly to Her little boifriend. "Speak up, so the Ladies can hear your question, leonard. It is impolite and quite disrespectful to whisper." Leonard swallowed hard...trying to speak more loudly. "Why are You doing this to me? Why?" "Oh Leonard, don't be such a spoilsport tonight. I want to have some fun. A little Feminization maybe...Maybe some Forced Feminization, with a strong dose of Petticoating. Oh, my pretty, pretty boyfriend please let's have some fun tonight.
Don't worry, leonard, I will protect you from all of the Beautiful Women who might want to humiliate and shame you. Of course, Leonard, maybe...perhaps you'd rather have it that way? I have seen a few boys, sissies mostly, who have a tendency to respond, how shall I say this, rather positively to being humiliated by some of the Most Beautiful, Powerful, and Feminine Women in the world. She turned to Leonard, and after assessing his sissy small frame, asked him, "Leonard, is there any chance I can get you into this adorable little Pageant Dress by show time tonight? Hmmmm. Pretty Please? Just for me, Leonard?" Slowly, teasingly, Lolita, still holding the Frilly Frock in Her left hand, took Her right Hand, And ever so slightly stroked Leonard's flushed little cheeks. Suddenly, Lolita asked, " By the way, leonard, have you ever heard of the term 'Petticoating?'" The way in which he hesitated in his response, Lolita knew he had. Of course, Leonard shook his head "no." But still he said nothing. Lolita pressed the subject. "Come now, Leonard, are you sure you've never heard of "Petticoating? It's also commonly referred to as "Petticoat Discipline , Petticoat Punishment...Forced Feminization, maybe?" Leonard remained silent. He was stunned. How did Lolita know? How? He would deny it. That's what he would do. He looked down for a moment, as if he couldn't bear to look at Lolita. But then Leonard's eyes shifted back to the Dress Lolita was menacingly waving at him, as if She was tempting and yet taunting Her weak-willed little beta boy with the Dress. That stunning and very full-skirted pink tulle and white lace Girls Party Dress...in his size. Yes, leonared could tell THIS Dress would fit him like a glove. The minute Lolita held the Dress against Leonard's little sissy chest, he knew that Dress was made in his size. And he quickly surmised there might be more of these dresses in Leonard's size. And now here IT was. Pressing against Leonard' small frame. That frilly lacy pink and white Satin...Bridal Satin Party Dress. This frilly feminine confection was lace-centric, beautiful ruffled white flowery lace...In HIS size. Yes, Leonard's wide scared little eyes expressed total fear! Lolita now daintily swung the frilly confection by its matching pink and white lace dress hanger back and forth. Daintily, and Directly in front of little Leonard. Teasingly. Tauntingly, Back and Forth, its Bridal Satin skirts and attached Petticoats Rustling and Swishing oh so Femininely. This was musical. The swishing and the rustling of this Ultrasissy Party Dress. Lolita swung the Sissy Dress. It was intoxicating to Leonard. The Women watched intently as Lolita continued to Flaunt Her power...Her control over poor leonard tightening...here and now. The Frilly dress moved, each gentle swing representing an opportunity for everyone to enjoy the musical rustling of short satin and tulle skirts, buttressed by several layers of very stiff Pink and White starched net and Tulle Petticoats. But it was what leonard would be wearing UNDER his Frilly Frock that Lolita was most excited about.. Lolita backed up a few steps and continued to swing the Frilly lace dress back and forth until She was within a couple of feet from leonard's wide staring, captive eyes. The dress's skirts and Pettis rustled enchantingly, and Lolita spoke directly to poor leonard. "It's only a matter of time, Leonard. You know it and I know it. So why don't I put you in it tonight? We can do it right now! We'll find you some Petticoats, Lacy ones, oodles of Them, and you can model some for me. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Leonard? Being 'forced' by Me to put on your own Petticoats?" Lolita laughed. Offering the padded hanger holding this Sissy Confection, Lolita forced it in Leonard's trembling right hand. "Here, Leonard. Hold THIS." She ordered him. As She forced the Pink Satin Dress Hanger into leonard's wavering hand, She now quickly turned Her attention...and leonard's back to justin. Oh yes, poor ~Petticoated~ justin, who silently, frightfully, all along had been watching this Beautiful Lolita slowly and deliberately ensnare this poor little man...Leonard...into Her web of Party Dresses, Petticoats, and ~Lace.~ Little Miss Justine was warning sissy justin to be a "good little sissy gurl" as Lolita continued to have Her fun. "Now, Leonard, let's turn our attention to sissy justin. Shall we, dear?"...
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Lolita sensed Leonard's anxiety as he laid his eyes directly upon this gorgeous sissy, albeit a nervous sissy. "So Leonard, this is our newest sissy inductee. This is justin. Isn't he simply beautiful? Don't you just love his makeup? And...OMG(!) I see your greedy little eyes focused on sissy justin's Lace-Lavished Petticoats. Aren't They simply stunning! So stiff! And you can constantly hear their rustling as the sissy moves about her duties. And don't you just love all of his ~Lace~?" Lolita teased leonard. "Go ahead, leonard, play with this pretty little sissy's ~Petticoats.~ Perhaps I paint your pretty fingernails a pastel pink before we pick you out some pretty pink and white lace Petticoats? And of course we will need to get you some pretty lacy bras and Panties. Sissy panties, actually. Rhumba-style. Covered in ruffled white and pink ~Lace.~ Twenty minutes later leonard somehow had allowed Lolita to paint his nails a frosted pale pink before She ordered poor little leonard to explore the highly feminine...and feminizing petticoats justin had been coerced into wearing by Mistress Olympia. "Go ahead, leonard. Yes, take your softly manicured nails, freshly painted in a frosty pastel pink, take a long ~feminine~ moment to think about ME being in complete control of you. Now...My Cute and adorable little beta boi, take your fingers, with your girly pink nails, and feel the very essence of sissiness. Go ahead, Leonard. Touch them. Touch the sissy's Petticoats, examine Their feminine lace. They won't bite. Go ahead. Feel Their pink and white lace. How do They feel, Leonard? Are They lacy enough for you? Well...there's more." Lolita then ordered justin to raise his skirts higher. And when the skirts were raised, small pink satin ribbons adorned the white Lace overlay of this magnificent Lace-bedecked Petticoat. So what do you think, Leonard, would you have any kind of a problem if I told you that I am thinking about Petticoating you?" Lolita asked almost matter of factly. "After all we did agree that only one of us would wear the pants in our relationship..."
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Lolita now turned all of Her attention to Justin. "So, you must be justin? My oh my. Olympia was right. You are absolutely gorgeous, albeit with just a hint of boyhood still there in your pretty little face. I like that...just a tiny little remnant of maleness in your beautiful sissy face." Turning to Olympia, Lolita said, " Olympia, he is Beautiful. It took You awhile, but You told me several years you had found the perfect boi. And now...he's all yours. And he is Beautiful!" Olympia raised Her wineglass in a salute' before turning Her attention on the sissy leonard. "Leonard, my little pretty boy, you know you may play with Little Miss Justine's Lacy Petticoats. Touch Them. Finger Their Lace. You'll be in petticoats soon enough, leonard, if I know Lolita." Upon hearing that, Leonard blurted out "W...w...whaaa...what are you talking about?" "Oh, leonard. It's just Olympia making a joke." Assured Lolita. leonard didn't believe Her. Lolita took firm hold of leonard and guided leonard's hands into the rustling clouds of poor little sissyboy justin's stiff Taffeta, Tulle, and Lace. Lolita now talking to leonard enthusiastically about the intricacies of each of the Petticoat's layers...each tier of pink and white, Tulle, net and Lace, afforded yet another opportunity to eliminate any remnants of leonard's crumbling masculinity. Imagine...a stunningly and naturally pretty justin, clearly on a path to full Sissification himself, forced to surrender himself now to complete access to his own petticoats while Lolita exerted more control on leonard. As Lolita completed the close-up inspection of justin's petticoat, Olympia ordered justin to fluff out his Petticoats and "Femininely and Daintily rearrange his Skirts, and check the length of his Petticoats in the mirror, and ensure that at least five inches of Petticoat Lace was exposed below the skirt of his white satin uniform. "Curtsey to me when your Skirts have been properly fluffed and arranged and your Petticoats are suitable for permanent display. Lolita, may I offer a suggestion. leonard may want to assist justin with his Petticoats and assuring the five inches of justin's exposed petticoat lace which leonard can assist with." "Ohhhh yes! Yes! I love it." Good." said Olympia. Olympia took charge, directing leonard exactly how he should observe Little Miss Justine girlishly showing how a lady straightens out Her Petticoats...Femininely. I expect five inches of sissy justin's petticoat lace to be exposed. Leonard was directed by Lolita's firm hand to explore sissy justin's lace petticoats and to correct any of the white lace that may have become wrinkled. Don't think leonard wasn't enjoying this...just a little bit. A small tent was beginning to rise as more and more Feminine immersion circled leonard. Poor little leonard. "Now leonard, be a good boy for Miss Olympia. Can you do that for me, leonard?" leonard froze. Olympia ordered leonard to loosen his belt and drop his pants. His eyes were pleading with Lolita. Lolita just nodded for him to follow Olympia's orders. "B...b...b...why? Why do I need to take my pants off...in HERE!" "Now now, leonard. You know why, leonard. Have you got something naughty to share with the ladies? DO you, my pretty little man? Do we need to hide 'him' while we have a little fun? Does all of this talk about petticoats, dresses, lace, and sissification scare him? Maybe just a little? Or," She paused,"Has all of this Girltalk gotten him just a little excited? Hmmmmmm. Why don't we protect him for now while all of this talk about girly things is exciting him, so we can hide him from the Ladies who are here tonight. Now...leonard..." Olympia spoke leonard's name deliberately and slowly. "Now, leonard. My sweet little man, "listen to me very carefully. Turn and face sissy justin. That's a good little girl. Now justin is going to remove his outer Petticoat. The 12-tier white crinoline petticoat with twelve lace-lavished hems to match, and you are to receive it from him. Remember it is quite the Bouffant Petticoat. It IS a little on the sissy side, but that's okay. Hold it by its pink ribbon waistband. Slip your petticoat off by going over your Bouffant Party Slip. Leonard, don't just stand there gawking at petticoats and dresses. Assist master justin as he removes his Party Petticoat. By the time leonard reluctantly offered to assist, justin held the exploding snow white Lacy confection to leonard's semi-outstretched hands. The petti rustled and swished as leonard held it daintily, almost with a natural Feminine pose. How interesting, the Women observed and smiled to each other.) The room was silent again. Leonard sensed it. And so did Olympia, and after a very long pause was the sound of Olympia ordering leonard to "take the Petticoat from sissy justin. When you take the Petticoat, be very careful with it. It is Super Feminine. Super Girly. Now, leonard, carefully set that delicious Petticoat on the marble in front of you, and give itself a pretty picture for you to enjoy. That's right, leonard. Make sure the pink ribbon from the drawstring is tied in a cute little pink satin bow resting on a beautiful white cloud of petticoats and lace." Olympia paused and then continued. "Leonard, drop your trousers this minute. I shan't ask you again, my dear boy." Leonard dropped his pants and stepped out of them." "Good boy, leonard." Now Olympia was going to see how much control she really had. "Your little man is far-too excited about our Girl Time in the Powder Room," Olympia said. "Your excitement needs to be concealed. We need to hide him before we join the Ladies in the Main Parlor. Now...turn around, drop your shorts, and let's hide your little man." Now leonard hesitated. "Leonard, drop your shorts." Olympia casually swished and made frou frou with Her own pale Pink Tulle Pettiskirts. Swishing them for a few more seconds. She toyed with a handful of Her petticoats, looking at leonard, calmly but firmly. "I will tell you one time, leonard. And one time only. Remove your shorts, facing away from us, and then step into your petticoat. That's right, leonard. YOUR Petticoat...
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The swishing of Olympia's Pink Ballet Tulle Skirts and Her Petticoats, as well as the Feminine clicking of Her heels, signalled Her quick arrival to where the Petticoat now stood on the feminine marble floor, straight up waiting lacily to ensnare its next poor sissy victim. The swish-swish-swish-ing of Olympia's Tulle skirts let every Woman in this large, spacious, and Very Feminine Powder Room know that She was fully in charge of young master leonard now. "Leonard," Olympia was now just a few feet away from the scared little man. "I just know your little soldier is sooooooo excited to be here tonight with all of us Ladies as well as a few select invited sissies to watch our little program this afternoon...However, I find his behavior childish...and naughty. And this is quite unacceptable. We can deal with that later, leonard. And trust me, I WILL deal with your pretty little soldier. He can stay, but for now you will hide him. Go ahead, leonard. You know what to do, don't you, my sweet sissy boy? Go ahead, Leonard, and be quick about it. Now." Standing over the Petticoat, very white, very stiff, and very Lacy, Olympia pointed straight at the rustling white lacy cloud before speaking calmly and affirmatively. "leonard, my sweet little boi, you know this is just a little game we are playing. Kind of a 'Girls Night Out' for all of these gorgeous Women in attendance. Now...leonard, reach down and gently gather the Petticoat in your pretty painted fingers, shake it daintily for extra fullness, and then place it right back on the pretty marble floor in front of you. Now, check the petticoat to assure that it is standing straight up. Lift it up, place it back down and make sure it passes My floor test. Isn't it just super-sissy...I meant to say 'Super Girly', although a pretty sissy boi' definitely would look good in it. Now, open the pink ribbon waistband so you may step into this Stunning Petticoat. Now, daintily step into the Petticoat, leonard, and pull it up to your waist. Go ahead. Good boy! Now your naughty and highly excited little soldier can have his own personal Petticoat Palace. Good boy. Go ahead, put it on, Leonard. Put your Petticoat on. Just like a good little sissy does. Good gurl. Now we are making progress, little man. Good boy!" Olympia said it in Her Girliest voice. And then, "Well, well, just look at You! Ooooooo....I really do love your Prissy Little Petticoat," leonard. Now your little soldier is nestled all nicely under layers and layers of your Petticoats and Their frilly lace...But I expect YOU to make certain 'he' doesn't show himself again...If he does, I will personally hold you responsible for such sissy-like male naughtiness. Punishment will be swift and it will be severe..."
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Olympia stepped closely enough to whisper in poor leonard's ear, "Ooooooooo, leonard. I'd just LOVE to get you into that Frilly Party Dress." Backing away from leonard for a second, Olympia took the Frilly Satin and Lace Dress from Lolita and firmly pressed the frilly confection squarely against leonard's weak little shoulders. OMG I am so hot right now just envisioning you in this Dress...wearing your ~sissy~ Petticoats!" Olympia laughed. "You know you want it, leonard. And I know you want it, too. leonard's head was spinning in a thousand different directions. This was ALL happening so fast. And the Beautiful Women in this most Feminine of Powder Rooms were simply overwhelming leonard. "Oh come on, leonard, or is it 'sissy leonard' now? Is your little soldier now at full attention? Does 'he' want Me to put you in THIS Dress...right now?" She pressed the swishy Bouffant Confection of a Young Girl's UltraFeminine Party Dress. She held it squarely against the now shaking little boi, leonard. Do you want Mistress Olympia to put you in Your First Party Dress EVER? With your nice new Petticoat(s)? All LACY and swishy. Should I ask you to raise your pretty Petticoat right now to see if your little soldier is being naughty? Is he being naughty, leonard? Perhaps he is a bit excited? Is all of our Girltalk about Petticoats, Makeup, Lace, and Frilly Party Dresses excite your little man?" Olympia now slowly and Flirtatiously began to raise leonard's rustling Lacy layers of net and Tulle, getting ever so close to the final layer. Whispering in leonard's ear, Olympia giggled, "You know you cannot refuse me, leonard..."
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Olympia carefully raised the last remaining layer of leonard's petticoats, glancing quickly enough to see leonard's little man standing straight at attention, poking his little head thru the lacy white clouds of net and lace. "Oh my! Leonard, we have a problem. I think 'he' wants you in this Dress! leonard, I think your little soldier is a sissy. And you, leonard, are effeminate." "I'm not effeminate. I'm not..."as his voice unconvincingly tailed off. Olympia quickly responded, "leonard, effeminate little sissy boys do not... and cannot resist Feminization. Real Men would have been out of here hours ago, leonard. But you're still here. And you know there is more than just a slight possibility that I decide to put you into your own frilly dress. And yet you are still here. Hand me my Pink Purse. Before you move, sissy, say 'Yes. Mistress Olympia, ' followed by a submissive and Feminine Curtsey." leonard hesitated. "Go ahead, sissy leonard. Curtsey and obey. And remember, focus on your petticoats and handle them daintily, like a girl. Just make sure the focus of the curtsey always is on your Petticoats." leonard's Curtsey. "That was the worst curtsey I have ever seen. And you have no excuse, you little sissy. You're wearing this Gorgeous Lace Petticoat and you barely touched it when you Curtsied. That is disrespectful to the Women you serve. Your Petticoats should be worn proudly. Because you, my pretty little boi, are a sissy." "Please don't call me that name. Please." Olympia continued Her assault on leonard. "leonard...make that 'sissy leonard,' when you have returned with My Purse, I need to see how you look in Lipstick. And remember to carry My Purse like a Petticoated sissyboi would carry it. When you return, do not forget to Curtsey." leonard minced swishingly over to makeup area (Yes, he did get that *tingling* sensation while he was over there.), retrieved Olympia's Clutch Purse, dangled it from his limp right wrist, minced back to Olympia, handed Her the Purse, and Curtsied, making every effort to create musical Petticoat frou frou. Olympia still was not satisfied. Looking at Lolita, Olympia ordered, "Keep this little pretty boi in Petticoats until he learns to stand, sit, serve, walk, curtsey, and everything else he might need to learn. Unless he is bathing, he stays in Petticoats. He will sleep in Petticoats. Is that clear?" Lolita just nodded at Olympia. "Good. Now that we have that settled..." leonard raised his weak little hand to ask a question. "sissy leonard, do you wish to be heard?" leonard hesitatingly curtsied, "Aren't we going home tonight?" he looked pleadingly at Lolita, hoping..."leonard," Olympia responded before Lolita could, "Don't you worry about that, leonard. What you better be worrying about is what is in Mistress Olympia's pretty and Feminine Pink Purse? Open My Purse, leonard, and get the Tube of Lipstick on top. Good little boi. Hand Me the Lipstick and you stand still, leonard..."
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"Now, My sweet little pretty boi, let's see how you look with Lipstick. Stand perfectly still, crossing your pretty little hands in front of Your Petticoats, your pretty little painted and polished Pink Fingernails resting comfortably in the Layers of White Net and ~Lace~ Petticoats. Those same Petticoats *Who* now control your every thought. My, oh my, oh my, Girls," Olympia proclaimed. "Another one! We got us another one. I knew it." More Women had managed to squeeze their way to inside the UltraFeminine Powder where all of this was taking place, The rest of these Beautiful, Feminine and Powerful young Women were outside in the large parlour area watching on closed circuit. And of course, the "real" entertainment still was to take place after what was playing out in the Powder Room. Olympia addressed leonard, "Poor little Petticoated leonard. That's right, leonard. 'Petticoated.' As of this evening, this moment, moving forward, you are never to appear before me unless you are Fully Petticoated." Olympia took Her Beautiful Fingers and toyed Girlishly with Her little sissy friend's Petticoat(s). Talking almost mesmerizingly, Olympia fingered his lacy hems, remarking, " It is These stiff white Lace Pettis which will constantly remind you of your Petticoated status with Me...and with ALL Women and Girls. Yes, sissy leonard, where is your male resistance NOW! You have no resistance, it's gone. Your remaining masculinity is now on the verge of surrendering. Watch this, Ladies," Olympia said to those Women closest." Olympia then turned to leonard, "Now...Daintily hand me My Lipstick, and ask me...politely if I 'would please let you wear some of MY Lipstick, Mistress Olympia. Please? And why don't you make flirty frou frou with your Petticoats while you are asking me. Go ahead, leonard." Slowly now, leonard thought briefly about resisting. Putting an end to this. What if he just refused Olympia now? Drew the line at wearing Makeup. Here. Now. Just resist. Olympia moved in on leonard. She stood in front of him, Her Beautiful Hands placed squarely on Her hips. "Now, ask Me nicely if I will put some Very Feminine, very Pink Lipstick on your girly lips. And Swish your Petticoats while I make a decision about the Lipstick." She then stared at leonard's Petticoat until he began to Swish and Rustle the Net and Lace while Olympia opened the tube of Girly Pink Lipstick, opening the tube slowly and then ordering leonard to ask Her one more time." leonard's soft embarrassed almost squeaky little voice asked, "Please Mistress Olympia, oh please may I wear some of Your Girly Pink Lipstick?" "Why leonard, you're a little boy. Little boys don't wear lipstick. Little Girls might, but certainly not little bois. Unless maybe it is because you're a special kind of boy...a little sissy boi, leonard? Weak...Submissive...Effeminate............ Petticoated." leonard shot his eyes directly at Olympia when said that final word: "Petticoated." "Oh, did I just it a nerve, leonard?..."
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leonard stammered, "W...w...why did you call me 'Petticoated?'" Olympia laughed, put Her hands on Her hips, and asked leonard if he was positive he had NEVER heard of the term 'petticoating.' Olympia challenged him right away, "leonard...explain your search history for, say the last three years? Go ahead, leonard. You know exactly what I am talking about. Okay, as I recall, here are your most searched terms, leonard, for the last three years. Let's see if I can remember most of them: There's 'Sissy,' then there's 'Petticoated, Petticoat Punishment, Petticoat Discipline, Petticoats, Petticoating, Forced Feminization, Sissification, Effeminate, Feminine, UltraFeminine...'" Olympia, hands still on Her hips, concluded with..."You also know, leonard, that many of your late-night searches have included words like 'Lace, Lacy, Dresses, Party Dresses, Girls Party Dresses, Frilly, Makeup, Perfume, Lipstick, Eyeshadow, Blusher, and even some Makeup Tutorials that you have been secretly (so he thought) watching for a while. leonard, if your face is on fire from embarrassment, that's all the better. You deserve it. I mean...let's face it, leonard, you're really not much of a man, are you? By the way, leonard, in my rather extensive private Petticoat Collection, I have 26 different original "Her Majesty's" Petticoats in PRISTINE Condition and have created EXACT reproductions of every one of them. Perhaps Lolita can arrange for you to join Me for Our own private little tour of My Petticoat Collection. Your search history says you do have exquisite taste in Petticoats...even if you are just a boi..." Then staring directly at him, in front of ALL of these Beautiful, Women crowded in the Powder Room, mocked the weak little man that he was. "Oh well, leonard, nobody's perfect..."
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"That's right, leonard, For a boi. Because that's all you'll ever be. A boi, A little boy. A pretty, little, sissy boi. Weak, Effeminate, Terrified of Beautiful Women , Feminine, and Controlling Women. Especially those Women who believe that the Prettiest and Weakest little bois are the sissy bois who should end up in Petticoats. Just like you, leonard. You belong in Petticoats, leonard. You know you do. Oh poor, poor leonard." Olympia taunted. "You missed out on so much not being born a Girl. Especially the clothes, leonard. Especially the Clothes." Olympia teased. "On the other hand, leonard, as you can clearly see, I AM a WOMAN. You envy Me, leonard. You envy every single one of these Women...Our Beauty. Our Femininity, And Our Control. We wear Dresses when We want to wear Them... I use My Femininity to control you. Because I can. I just LOVE Wearing Pretty Feminine Dresses and Lacy Lingerie, especially when there is a little sissy boi around. A really Pretty sissy. That's when I know I have your full 'attention.'" She giggled at Her own little inuendo. Now, Curtsey in your Pretty Petticoat and ask Me sweetly to share some of My Lipstick with you. Hold your curtsey while I contemplate an answer." The Powder Room had become even busier. It picked up an audience of several more of these strikingly Beautiful Women...ALL Femininely Dressed. The room was silent, "Okay, leonard, let's get some Pretty Lipstick on you." Now all of these Beautiful Women had their eyes squarely on leonard. Some of the Women were smiling, some giggling, and most focused on this now Direct Assault on this weak little 'man's' masculinity. Now the UltraFeminine room was full of Beautiful Women. Many were holding drinks in their hands. It was obvious These Women here tonight were not new to seeing this. leonard Shamefully shook his head silently in a defeated posture. This was too overwhelming for him as he just stood there. Unable to stop himself from being publicly humiliated in front of Them. Olympia Seductively removed the gold cover to the Tube of Lipstick, Her Beautiful Long Hands working to reveal the Color. "Go ahead leonard, you know what you need to do." And now, leonard, shamefaced in front of all of these Women, acquiesced. Using his hands Daintily to take the Lacy hems of his frothy voluminous Petticoat and spread the Ruatling Lacy Layers. Then he slowly dropped one leg back in an obedient curtsey. Rising, almost whispering, at such a Humiliating moment as this, he asked Mistress Olympia "May I please have some of Your Pretty Pink Lipstick, Mistress Olympia?" "Haven't we already been over this, leonard?" Olympia put Her Hands on Her Hips. "Didn't I tell you that little bois shouldn't wear Mommy's Lipstick? Little Girls can, leonard. And We know you are NOT a little Girl, right, leonard? Or..." Olympia twisted Her Hair Femininely..."Perhaps you are one of those pretty little sissybois? Shall we find out?" Olympia handed leonard the tube of Lipstick and invited him to hold it and examine the color." It is a very Feminine and Girly shade of Pink, leonard. It is a Perfect shade of Pink...subtle and Feminine....By the way," Olympia added, "THIS Shade matches YOUR Dress, leonard! Isn't that exciting?! leonard gulped. He was holding the Tube of Lipstick when Olympia demanded it from him and sweetly said, "Now, sissy leonard, I love the sound of a sissy Swishing his Petticoats about while his Mistress administers a little 'sissy test' by putting you in Lipstick." leonard knew he was in trouble when Olympia referred to Her "sissy test." "Stand still, leonard, as you Swish your lace pettis while I get you in some Lipstick." As Olympia applied leonard's Lipstick, She looked at justin nearby...in Shock at what he was witnessing. "Justin, do not be jealous of another sissy's Lipstick. I know what color is best for you, my dear boi. You will be wearing a Brilliant Red when you perform for the Ladies tonight, You're just going to Love wearing Red Lipstick for the Ladies tonight, justin..."
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Olympia turned back to face leonard. "From this point on, leonard, you are forbidden to appear before Me until you are wearing Lipstick and Petticoats. LACE Petticoats." leonard immediately thought to himself, "Appear before Her?" What did that mean?" he was fixated in his shame as a male, was looking down in shame...defeated... "Do I make Myself clear, sissy?" leonard nodded yes. "Good boi, leonard. Lipstick and Petticoats in the future." This time leonard Curtsied...or made an attempt...to Curtsey. Olympia smiled. "leonard, Deportment Lessons will fix your Curtsey problems. Plus a few Extra Petticoats. Nice Fluffly Clouds of Net, Tulle, and Lace. Besides, Petticoats have a Powerful Feminizing effect on certain little sissy bois...like the two We have in here right now." Turning to two of the Athletic, Beautiful, Supremely Confident, and Femininely dressed Young Women in Their White Tulle Dresses paired with their Chuck Taylor Converse Sneakers, Olympia asked them to usher justin from the Powder Room. Two Blonde Beauties in Their Supremely Feminine White Dresses quickly surrounded him, and led him from the Powder Room. Olympia positioned Herself on a small Pink and Gold Satin Settee, And now the Room was all quiet until Olympia signalled for a particularly Stunning Woman to come see Her at the settee. This Black Haired Beauty handed Olympia a glass of what looked like Pink lemonade (so leonard thought). And then Olympia offered the glass to leonard. You look like you could use something to drink, lronard, Now...about that little chat we were going to have? Hmmmmm?" leonard swallowed hard. And he said nothing. We just want to get to know you a little better, leonard. Now, you be Mistress Olympia's good little boy and drink your sweet little Pink beverage while We chat. You and I may have more things in common than you think. By the way, leonard," Before She continued, Olympia took this moment, with the two of them close together on the Feminine Settee, to stand up and Femininely Fluff Her many Layers of White and Pale Pink Tulle in front of leonard. Of course, when Olympia lowered Herself Femininely back to Her place on the settee, Her Petticoats spilled over on leonard's legs, Looking at leonard, She now intentionally moved more and more of Her Frothy Pink and White Tulle squarely covering leonard's lap. Triumphantly Smiling at Her little playmate, She began Her chat: "you don't mind My Petticoats covering your little private area, do you, leonard? After all, MY Petticoats completely covering you right now, even as you, too, are wearing Petticoats kind of reminds everybody who IS in charge of this new little Flowering relationship..."
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"Then again, leonard, I really do want to get a closer look at YOUR Petticoats. They're ultralacy! They're Perfect for a pretty little sissy like yourself." Olympia quickly and Femininely moved Her own Multitiered pale pink and white Tulle Skirts swishingly away from the sissy's lap until She had full view of little leonard, Her latest sissy candidate, now firmly Ensnared by this highly secretive Society of Very Beautiful, Very Successful, and Very, Very Feminine Women. And events were moving fast for tonight's latest sissy inductees: sissy justin, about to humiliate himself on stage tonight, and Their other new sissy inductee, of course, sissy leonard. Once Olympia's froth of Tulle Skirts had been gathered on Her lap, Olympia quickly turned Her attention to Her new little Petticoated sissy plaything. She moved Her Feminine right hand towards the sissy's Multilayered Net and Lace Petticoats. Seven layers of stiffly starched Snow White Net Crinoline, Embellished Heavily with Lavish White Floral Italian and French Lace. Each Hem had an additional four inches of the same Stunningly Feminine Delicate White Lace. And in an Ultra Feminine Powder Room, with all of these Beautiful...and Beautifully Dressed Young Women, a room with perfect accoustics, Olympia began Her Little "Get to Know You Better" Girl chat while Girlishly playing with the sissy's Lacy Pettis with Her right hand. "You don't mind if I play with your pretty lace petticoats while We chit chat ALL about you, do you, pretty boi? Your Petticoats are so Girly. And they're just Perfect for a sissy. Wouldn't you agree, pretty boi?" She teased. And now with Olympia Toying and Fingering Playfully with the sissy's Petticoats, leonard began to whimper. leonard was starting to break. Olympia moved in closer to the sissy, with both of Her Pretty hands Fluffing the sissy's Lace Petticoats, teasing him openly in front of the Beautiful Women, "You know what, leonard, I have already discovered that you and I DO have at least one thing in common. We definitely have the same taste in Petticoats. Very Poufy. Stiffly Starched. Lacy. Very Lacy. And, of course," Olympia added, "In your case of course, leonard, Emasculating. Very Very Emasculating. Wouldn't you agree?" leonard was trying to stop from crying. Tears were welling up in his eyes. But Olympia wasn't deterred. "leonard, be a good gurl for Mistress Olympia and gather as many Lacy Layers of your Petticoats as you can in your Girly little fingers and examine every Lacy detail of what yOU will be wearing every single day from this moment forward. Yes, My little sissy prettyboi, My girlyboy wannabe? How sweet. you may think you are emasculated now, my little pretty boi, but you have no idea what Lolita has in store for you"....The Brazilian Beauty glared at Her captive little petticoated plaything. "But I will give you a small hint. I think MY new little sissy boy justin and I will be seeing yOU and Mistress Lolita out on Our very own Special, and very private little Pageant tour. Where only Our Prettiest...and Most Feminine little sissybois are put into the Most Girlish Frilly Pageant Dresses imaginable...just like the ones in Our Powder Room. And for tonight, leonard, I chose the Frilliest, Shortest, Laciest, Cupcake Confection in here just for you. You're going to just LOVE wearing it for all of the Ladies here tonight. I think you're going to just LOVE wearing that Dress. And on such a special night!!!" Olympia said, pointing Directly at the ominous Ultra Sissy Boi Cupcake Style Pageant Dress, Pale Pink and White Bridal Satin, with a frothy underskirting of several layers of Tutu-like Stiffly Starched White Net and Lace Petticoats. The Short, Pale Pink and White Satin Confection, Full-Skirted Pageant Dress, Puffed Sleeves, buttressed by stiff white clouds of Crinoline and Lace Petticoats. And even after Olympia pronounced to leonard that he WOULD be wearing that Frilly Pageant Dress tonight, leonard did nothing to resist this Breathtakingly Beautiful Woman's Brazen display of complete Feminine Domination. She had already petticoated him. And his Pageant Dress was now back on a headless stainless steel mannequin and clearly in leonard's line of sight, perfect for leonard's concentration during his chit chat with the Beautiful Olympia.
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Olympia took a moment to retrieve Her Purse and removed two tiny black microphones, attaching one to Herself and then attaching one to Her little sissy friend. "There, that's better, Everybody. Ladies, can you hear Me? Good. I know ALL of Us would just LOVE to learn more about one of Our little gurly guests joining Us this evening. Girls, this pretty little sissy boi's name is leonard...for now." The UltraFeminine...and UltraFeminizing Powder Room's accoustics were perfect. Quiet and Feminine. The Brazilian Goddess broke the silence. "leonard, don't be nervous. Just because you are in the presence some of the World's Most Beautiful and Successful Women, just think of it as that exquisitely rare opportunity for a little sissy boy... just like you...to be surounded by so many Beautiful, Powerful, and Feminine Women like Us. Because we All know you're not a man, leonard. Not even close. No, leonard. You're just a boi, leonard. A little boi. A pretty little sissy boi. Very pretty..." She was making feminine frou frou with the hapless sissy's Petticoats. Toying with Them. Fingering his Feminine White Lace...which was Everywhere! An Overwhelmingly Stunning Petticoat for a REAL pretty boi. This Feminine Beauty...Goddess Olympia...was now, as She referred to it, "Feminizing the Effeminate." leonard was weak. he was submissive. And leonared was pretty. In an androgynous sort of way. And Lolita couldn't wait see androgynous leonard in a Frilly Feminine little bois Party Dress." Yes, leonard, you are far too Pretty and Effeminate...and tiny... ever to think you could have any kind of a chance to catch Women like Us." This Dominant Feminine Goddess let that Embarrassing and Humiliating putdown of leonard just hang in the air for a few seconds while leonard's pretty little face got hotter and hotter with anger and shame. "However, you are VERY pretty for a little boi, you are obviously quite effeminate, you're going to be very easy to Petticoat and Feminize, and Lolita has always wanted Her own sissy to Petticoat and Feminize. She has been searching for a few years now, leonard. She also has told Me that She intends to train you to do Her Makeup every morning while you are Proudly wearing oodles and oodles and oodles of your White Lace Petticoats as She playfully refers to you as 'Mommy's perfect little boy'"...
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"Is that a little fantasy of yours, leonard?" And so the Girltalk interview had begun. leonard attempted a look of bewilderment on his pretty sissy face at Her question. "Oh come now, leonard. It's just Us Girls in here. You can tell Us." leonard was terrified. Every Woman's eyes, as They stood closely together in this most Feminine of Powder Rooms, were now focused on poor petticoated leonard. Olympia pressed Her scared little sissy. "Just think, leonard. you will start every morning, Petticoated in your baby blue Satin French Maid's Dress. That's right, leonard. Baby blue Satin. Lolita wants you to start every morning in baby blue Satin with White Lace Trim as well as matching blue Eyeshadow as a constant reminder to everybody, especially yourself, that you are still a mere boi. However, leonard, you will contrast the baby blue Maid's Dress with the Laciest and Stiffest White Crinoline Petticoats. Lolita will provide for you an extensive collection of Petticoats. Choose your Petticoats wisely, leonard... Most Mistresses require Very Lacy Petticoats. Many, Many Layers of Crinoline Net and Dainty Feminine Lace. Lolita likes their contrast against the 'boyish blue' satin dress. Your Dress and the tantalizing glimpses of your Rustling Lace Petticoats will serve as a constant reminder to you that you are but a mere boi. a sissy boy. And you will always be a pretty little sissyboi. Meanwhile, as you carefully apply Mistress Lolita's Makeup, expect Her to Tease you. I am quite sure that while you are carefully applying Her Makeup, Lolita will tell you what a sweet and dainty little boi you are. She will expect perfect deportment. ALL of your Feminine Mannerisms must be Perfect...Even Exaggerated...so there will be no doubt to anyone that you are but a Petticoated pantywaist. Forced Feminization will be swift...."
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"leonard," Olympia ordered the terrified sissy, in front of all of These Young Beautiful Women, to "Stand up. Go ahead, My sweet little Petticoated pantywaist. you heard Me. Stand up. Now." Olympia noticed the slightest hesitation by leonard before he acquiesced to his Mistress's Demand. Then suddenly justin looked pleadingly at his Goddess, "Oh please stop this now! Please Miss Olympia, please stop. I beg of you. Please don't do this to me. Oh please!" His Brazilian Goddess calmly replied, "Stand up, leonard." But the sissy's pleas continued, "Please, Miss Olympia. Puhleeeeze! Please, oh please, not here. Not now. NOT IN FRONT OF ALL OF THESE BEAUTIFUL WOMEN." Olympia gave Her sissy effeminate plaything a stare that could have melted lead at 30 feet. She just stared straight at leonard while he desperately kept pleading for Her to stop this very public display of abject shame, still falling on deaf ears and playing out in this ideal UltraFeminizing setting. And in full view of ALL of these Beautiful Women, ALL in Their Prettiest and Most Feminine Dresses. leonard's little hands clasped together in fear. he was still begging for a reprieve. Still Olympia didn't say a word. She didn't need to say anything. And She KNEW it. Then finally, in less than 10 minutes, leonard capitulated. Just like that. Now he slowly began to raise himself up from the Feminine Settee he had just shared with his Beautiful Mistress. As he nervously continued his ascent, his Starched Net and Lace White Crinoline Petticoats created a Musically Sibilant Rustling and Swishing of so Many Many Layers of Frilly Rustling Net and Lace. It was no coincidence that This highly Symbolic Sissifying Moment came in the Perfect Setting. Oh yes, the FEMININITY of this moment...a small quiet Feminine Gathering in a spacious UltraFeminine Womens' Powder Room, with Perfect Acoustics. It was the thrilling, and always Festive, Sounds of a helpless Petticoated Sissy's Crisply Starched Rustling *Lacy* Net Petticoats *Asserting*Their Complete FEMINIZING Control over another unsuspecting and Very Pretty and weak-willed pansy boi. "leonard, the next time I tell you to do something, do it. Now," Olympia explained to leonard,"Little Girls are taught to rise slowly and deliberately from where They are sitting, and once you are standing, you immediately Fluff out ALL of your sissy Petticoats until your Skirts are Completely Full. Understand? And before you answer my question, don't forget to Curtsey first. A Feminine Curtsey, leonard. Understood?" This time leonard dropped a near-perfect Curtsey. his male resistance was slowly crumbling. His desperate please for Her to Stop had failed. "Good boi, leonard. That was a Very Feminine and submissive Curtsey. So I asked you if you know what I mean to 'fluff' your Petticoats?" The sissy dropped his best Feminine Curtsey again, Daintily bending a knee and slowly Lowering himself, while taking his delicate sissy fingers, his Nails beautifully painted in a Feminine Frosted Pink...Daintily caressing his Lacy Petticoats until he was acknowledged. "It means to take my fingers and fluff them prettily." Olympia retorted," 'Them,' leonard? Be more specific. What do you mean by 'them'? And do not forget to Curtsey before you answer me." leonard hoped this curtsey would pass Olympia's scrutiny. It did again. "I meant to say 'Petticoats,' Mistress." "Not good enough, leonard. Oh no, sissy. These are YOUR Petticoats, and don't you forget it. Now...leonard...say 'These are My Petticoats. I LOVE wearing MY Petticoats, especially under My Super short and Super Frilly Party Dresses.' Your Beautiful and Feminine audience is waiting, leonard." leonard's face was burning with shame. But he said it anyway. He just couldn't help it. "These are my Petticoats." "Good boy, leonard. Now tell the Ladies you really LOVE your Petticoats when you can wear them underneath one of your Short Super Frilly Party Dresses." Still no resistance from leonard, even as the pathetic little man's face burned with Humiliation. The Truth was getting out now. leonard was finally being exposed for what he really was. And what he was about become...or what this Gathering of ALL of these Beautiful Young Powerful Women, Dressed especially for this Occasion in Their Pretty Feminine Dresses, were determined to make him become. It was both. And both of them were ensnaring leonard in Their Web of Stiffly Starched Lace-Embellished Petticoats, Lipstick, Makeup, and Frilly Little Girl Party Dresses. Frilly Dresses. Plus Poor pretty little leonard already displayed, how shall we say it, "sissy tendencies?" he was Very Pretty. And he was Very Effeminate. After Curtseying to Olympia, leonard meekly and shamefully declared into his small microphone, "I really love wearing my Lacy Petticoats under Short and Super-Frilly Girls Party Dresses." Smiling triumphantly, Olympia complimented Her soon-to-be newest inductee. "You are being such a good little boi for me, leonard. Just pretend you are Mommy Olympia's Pretty little femboi tonight. Now, let Mommy and Her Pretty Girlfriends watch Mommy's super effeminate little boi Fluff his Verrrrry Pretty Lacy Pettis out all around him until ALL of his Lace Frillies are back in place after sitting on his Delightful Girly Petticoats. Go ahead and take a few seconds to fluff them out, leonard. Fluff out your Lace Petticoats, leonard. Just like a REAL Little Girl would do. Make sure all of your sweet lacy pettis are arranged perfectly. Good gurl." Olympia quickly continued Her lesson is Feminine Deportment. "Now, leonard, I want you to sit back down in your Petticoats. Before you try, let Me show you how a REAL Woman or a Girl sits down in a Frilly Dress with Full Skirts and Petticoats." As Olympia stood up slowly, She quickly Swept Her right fingers slightly behind Her to check the back of Her Multi-layered Rustling Tulle Skirts. Standing, She took a moment to rearrange HER many layers of Tulle. "Now watch Me closely. leonard." Gracefully, Breathtakingly, and Femininely, Olympia slowly lowered Herself onto the Feminine Settee, oh so Perfectly, gathering Her Skirts in Her Feminine Hands, sitting, and s-l-o-w-l-y rearranging Her Multitiered Layers of exquisite Pale Pink Tulle. Then She crossed Her Beautiful Legs slowly, adjusted the Hems of Her Skirts slightly, and laid Her hands softly in Her lap. "Now be a good little sissy boi for Mommy and show ALL of the Ladies the correct way to demurely lower yourself into your seat in your Petticoats. Go ahead, leonard, do what Mommy Olympia tells Her little boi to do." Immediate acquiescence came from leonard again. "That's my good little boi. Now gather your Petticoats in your fingers before you slowly lower yourself into the chair." And when leonard began, the ONLY sounds now to be heard in that otherwise Femininely Quiet Powder Room were Petticoats. *leonard's* Petticoats. That festive, Feminine Rustling and Swishing was now producing Highly Intensive Emasculating effects with this newly Petticoated sissy boy already being taught to learn how to sit Properly in his Voluminous Lace Petticoats...in front of this secret society of Beautiful, Powerful, and Very Feminine Women...with Their Newest Inductee...
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As the limp-wristed pantywaist noisily attempted with his small Feminine Fingers to gather ALL of the Lacy Layers of his Stiff Net and Feminine Lace Initiation Petticoat{s}, and as he lowered himself Swishingly onto the Feminine Settee, the sissy's Petticoat spilled out over his legs in an ULTRAsissy Froth of White Lace and Stiff Net Crinoline. "Do it again, for Auntie Olympia, since Mistress Lolita intends to KEEP yOU in Petticoats, young lady," Olympia Teased. Then She added, "Even when you're not wearing one of your Frilly Little Satin Party Dresses, with oodles of your very own Lacy Pettis, Mistress Lolita still intends to Keep yOU in Petticoats All day...EVERY Day. It will be a question of whether your Mistress Wants to Put you in a Frilly Frock with your Lace Pettis Exposing themselves from Underneath your Dress or whether She's just going to parade you around Her Homes Every day wearing just your Petticoats, ALL Day...Every Day...for any visitors...Lolita's Girlfriends, perhaps... Who might just drop by...Then this Keeps you Exposed for Who and What you really are, leonard. Lolita's Pretty Little Petticoated sissyboi. And for this to happen, proper Petticoat Deportment WILL be essential to your Accelerated and Permanent Feminization." TBC shortly.
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"Now let's practice your Petticoat Deportment, leonard. Go ahead, stand up, Fluff your Petticoats so They have the maximum Sissifying and Swishing effects that They always have on pretty little effeminate sissy boys. Special sissy bois. Sissy little Pretty bois just like you, leonard. Now you may Swish and Caress your Lacy Pettis for the Ladies, leonard. You know you want to, girlyboi. You just can't help it, can you my Feminine little sissy boi? Admit it, leonard. Admit it now...in front of all of Us." leonard stood head down, shamefaced. he knew he wasn't going to be able to put up much resistance...at least not for very long. he had to try. Show ALL of these Beautiful Women Who were All watching him struggle to salvage some small vestige of masculinity. This was his last chance to take a stand and resist Their efforts to Feminize him. But poor leonard was terrified to say anything. Instead, the effeminate little sissy froze. he just stood there with pretty his little face bowed in shame. he said nothing for two minutes. Olympia finally interrupted leonard's sudden realization that tonight really was going to be about these Women forcing him to expose his own shameful yet arousing display of complete male surrender to Forced Feminization. In desperation, with his little fingers resting upon a large White cloud of Net and Lace. Just like a perfectly Feminine Little Girl. His breathing was hard. "Leonard, take your little Girly fingers to the sides of your little "Initiation Petticoat," because that's what it is. An Initiation Petticoat. Now Daintily grasp your Petticoats ever so Daintily, your pretty sissy Pink nails Caressing the Many Layers of Rustling White Lace-Embellished Petticoats. And then you're going to execute the Proper Feminine.....and Very Respectful Sissy Curtsey to Me and to all of your new Mistresses. Go ahead, leonard. Do it." And he did. he did it immediately. Returning to stand, now directly in front of the Brazilian and Greek Goddess, he was stunned by Her Beauty. And Her Power. And Her Femininity. "YOU NEED TO WORK ON YOUR CURTSEY, Leonard. IT'S NOT FEMININE ENOUGH. Perhaps We need to add another Petticoat to make you Feel More Feminine? Would that help, leonard? Let Mistress Olympia choose The Perfect Petticoat for you. Would you like that, Leonard? Trust me, my pretty little girly Boi, you wouldn't be disappointed. So is that what we need to do to make your Curtsey more Feminine? Add an extra full, short and fluffy confection of Swishing white Net Crinoline, Femininely Decorated with Lavish Lacy Snow White French Lace." Olympia opened Her Feminine Pink Leather Clutch and retrieved Her sleek 2-Color Blush Pallette. "Here, leonard, hold this for me after I open it." Quickly ordering him to receive the Blush Pallette, She forced the open Pallette into leonard's quivering little hands. Then Olympia reached back into Her small Pink purse and pilled out Her Blush Brush. Soft White bristles which would bring a weak Petticoated Pantywaist to his knees at their very sight. The Sleek and Highly Feminine Pale Pink Handle, decorated in Dainty Feminine Gold. Olympia Ordered leonard to "Hold my Palette of Blush while I touch up my Makeup." And that's just what leonard did. As Olympia swirled Her Pink And White Blush into a very Pale Pink Powder She ordered Her sissy, "Now hold Auntie's Makeup for Me..."
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"Hold still, Leonard. The Pretty and ~feminine~ sissybois who are selected by us to be ~Petticoated,~ by Our special little group ALWAYS wear Makeup before We Petticoat our Sweet little invited guests. And you, sissy boi leonard...you ARE pretty. you ARE Feminine...
or should I say 'effeminate,' and yOU MOST definitely ARE about to be ~P~etticoated. Now, hold still, pretty boi." Olympia femininely swirled Her Gorgeous Pink Blush Brush in the ~palette~ (that leonard was obediently holding for Her) containing a very Pale Pink... Girly shade, slightly Glittering a.Silvery Pink. Tapping Her Brush Femininely, She raised Her Beautiful Feminine pale pink Blush brush, pointed it at leonard's nose, and ordered, "Now, my sweet pretty sissiboi, let Mummy Olympia make My Sweet little sissy boi even MORE Feminine. Deliberately and Femininely, ~Olympia~ immediately began applying the Feminizing and totally Emasculating Pink Blush. This Dominant Woman, in Her Femininely disarming voice, complimented...and warned Her little friend at the same time about absolute obedience to ALL Women and Girls. Deiberately aiming Her Pale Pink and Gold Feminine (and Feminizing) Blush Brush directly in front of a very scared sissy, Olympia spoke softly to Her sissy, but also authoritatively. "That's My good little sissy boi. You are My pretty little obedient little gurly-boy. for Mummy, leonard. And you know I expect complete obedience, sissy. You do want to be Mummy's obedient and Feminized girlyboy." And then as She swirled Her Beautiful Brush in more pink shimmering Blusher, Olympia said, "You know, your Blush perfectly complements the pale pink glittery silvery Girls Pageant Dress you will be wearing for the Ladies tonight. Perhaps we should add just a touch of Eyeshadow, too, 'little miss leonard?" Would my little blossoming sissy boi like to assert his mascullinity, or what remains of it, by wearing Blue Eyeshadow with ~his~ Frilly Pink Party Dress and all of those Lacy Petticoats you will be wearing?" Olympia giggled. leonard was stunned. This was all happening so fast. The humiliations...the shame...the embarrassment...and, yes, the total emasculation. This particular sissy boi, little leonard, knew he was powerless to do anything about what these Beautiful and Controlling Women were about to do to him. "Would my little sissy boi like to wear just a touch of Eyeshadow tonight for Mistress Olympia? Of course you would. You're my good little sissy boi, leonard. You are My sweet little sissy boi. Now...I say we go with a ~pale blue,~ kind of a ~sissy boi blue~ shadow, leonard. Besides, I kind of like putting you in Baby Blue Eyeshadow...your blue Eyeshadow will remind all of us, yourself especially, you're still just a little emasculated pantywaist. And in THAT frilly pink Party Dress you will be wearing, every sissy boi deserves just a hint of baby blue, don't you think? A
This Blush of Mine is going on your girly feminine face so beautifully. Does your Makeup make you feel Pretty? Does it make you feel like a girl? A girly girl? Of course it does, leonard. ALL sissy bois just LOVE their Makeup. There now. Your Makeup is very Pretty, leonard. Now let's get yOU into yOUR First," hesitated, "At leasy we think is your first," the Ladies laughed, "Your very first Frilly Party Dress. Any male sissy invited to attend one of our little soirees is expected to be Frocked and Petticoated, leonard. And since your New Mistress wants to competing in our litttle Sissy Pageants, well, ~Petticoating~ is Mistress Lolita's immediate plan for you, leonard. Now, let's get you all Pretty and Sissified before the entertainment portion of our special 'Girls Night Out' commences, which I am sure, you will find to be quite thrilling, leonard..."
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Leonard swallowed hard. his personalized Makeup Session with his Goddess. And he had been obedient the whole session. It was almost completely over now for poor sissy leonard's remaining traces of masculinity. The ~Makeup~ ... and Olympia's Overpowering Display of Her Feminine 'Persuasiveness.' Olympia placed Her Makeup back into Her Feminine Clutch and then very forcefully directed leonard's attention to one of the Powder Room's many Lighted ~Makeup~ Mirrors. She forced leonard to take a long hard look at the Beautiful Girl looking back at him, and how 'She' was breaking out right now. Tonight. Leonard just stared at the Beautiful little gurl smiling wickedly back at him. SHE was soooo Beautiful! And "She" knew it. "There 'She' is, Leonard. She's looking right back at you in that mirror. Isn't She Pretty? She is Beautiful! She's been trying to break out for some time, leonard. And tonight She is here to help all of Us to ~crush~ whatever remains of your masculinity. Her name is ~Lynnsey~...'Little Miss Lynnsey.' She's that Little gurl inside you, leonard. And She wants you out of the way and Petticoated...tonight...for good. I'm so sorry, little miss leonard, but your life as any semblance of a male is over...because right now, My little sweet little pansy,
She wants you exposed for what you truly are. A pretty, totally Emasculated sissy boi. You're too weak to resist Lynnsey, leonard. Now listen very closely to Me, leonard, any moment now your Pageant Dress is going to be brought to you. Execute your very best curtsey to the Woman who accompanies your Dress, when She approaches you. She will be dressed in Black. She is very businesslike and quite Beautiful. And She is in charge of the sissies tonight. Her specialty is ~Petticoat Discipline.~ you will Immediately execute your best ~Feminine~ curtsey when She approaches you. And do not look directly at Her. Her name is Madame Chadwick and it is She who will break you of any remaining feelings of masculinity you may have been holding onto. She has a 100% Feminization success rate, leonard, especially with pretty little pantywaists like you." Suddenly the door opened to the crowded and gloriously Feminine Powder Room, and a Tall Stern-Looking Woman, Her ash Blonde hair tied in a tight bun commanded instantly the attention of every Beautiful Woman in the Powder Room. This Beautiful Woman was wearing Deep Red Lipstick, a Beautiful contrast to Her Black Horn-Rimmed glasses. Madame Chadwick was now in the Powder Room, wearing a Black Silk ~Skirt~ Suit and 5-inch heels. She was wearing a very ~sheer~ white chiffon blouse. Her White Lace ~Bra~ was Stunning! Following closely behind Her were two of those athletic yet extremely Feminine and Beautiful Female collegiate athletes, dressed in their swishing in Their Festive Short White ~Bridal Satin~ and White ~Tulle~ Dresses.
~Minidresses.~ Very Elegant and Feminine...and ohhh sooooo Femmy. With so many Swishing Layers of Tulle Skirts. Their Dresses were paired with a pair of Chuck Taylor high-top canvas Sneakers from Converse. The pairing of Their Frilly Dresses contrasted with Their boyish sneakers would drive any hapless sissy crazy. And leonard was no different. he just stared at...Their Dresses. They knew it, too. Everobody knew it. They were carrying a tall gleaming stainless steel headless Mannequin, displaying the Frilliest, ~~Laciest~~ Cupcake-Style Pageant/Party Dress leonard could ever have imagined. (Or for that matter, any poor sissy about to be Forcibly Feminized.) OMG! And he now Feared the Frilly Dress was going to fit him perfectly. He just knew it. How did they know his Dress Size? This was Not just a coincidence, he feared. While those Dresses normally were created for a much younger wearer, THIS Dress had been Created especially for leonard. As the lowered the The Dress into position, right in front of leonard, his eyes Widened with abject FEAR! "No way!!! Oh no. Nooooooo! Please no! Please don't do THIS to me! PLease! Please!!!" The sissy was begging. Never DEMANDING a stop to all of this. NEVER. This haplessly weak pantywaist already had resorted to desperately pleading... begging...begging for 'mercy' from these Powerfully Beautiful and Feminine Women. Who were They? Poor poor leonard! The utter humiliation and degradation he was about to experience at the behest of ALL of these Beautiful Women was just daring him to utter even a smallish little girlish shreek. he HAD to resist. He just had to stop what these Powerful and Beutiful Women were about to do to him. It was too late for pretty beta boi leonard now. The poor boi screamed...yes, leonard screamed. "Oh please Miss Olympia, please, you can't do this to me. Please. Oh puhleeeze!" leonard was crying and begging this Beautiful Woman Goddes for one more chance to "prove his manhood." And yet all leonard felt was his knees getting weaker and shaking. And that ~Titillating~ ~Humiliation~ that was Overtaking him. That ~~DRESS,~~~ soooo sooooo soooo Feminine and Girly was Directly Facing teary-eyed sissyboi leonard. The two gorgeous Athletes, in Their Exquisitely Feminine White Tulle Minidresses, had finished steadying the mannequin. The two Beautiful College D-1 Female Athletes stepped aside, quickly Swishing and Brushing the ~Multilayers~ of Their ~Minidresses.~ And there IT was. Right in front of a petrified sissy. The Dress. THE Dress. Leonard was sweating now. he knew he was going be reduced to wearing that Juvenile and Totally Emasculating Sissy Confection of Satin, Taffeta, Stiff Net, and ~Lace.~ He just knew it. Haplessly weakened leonard now came face to face with HIS ~Dress.~ ...~Pale Pink Taffeta,~ supported underneath by Five attached Layers of Starched White ~Lacy~ Crinoline Net Petticoats. And, of course, this Frilly Frock was soooooo Full-Skirted
and soooo Short that the sissy's Petticoats were going to be impossible to conceal. leonard was thinking just how ~Shameful~ for him that this Brazen Goddess's Exhibition of Forced Feminization and Sisssification was going to be for him. (The sissy had NO idea!) now . As Madame Chadwick approached him deliberately, all leonard could do was exactly what Olympia had told him to do. And so the Defeated sissy executed a very Deep ~Curtsey,~ kneeling down until Madame Chadwick hopefully would finally acknowledge him, saying finally, "YOU may face Me, sissy boi." This Woman was all-business...
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"My oh my oh my...you are a Pretty one. Such Dainty and Girlish features. You're obviously ~effeminate~ already." Madame Chadwick took a firm hold on leonard's little cheeks and pulled him closer to Her Bosom, where the pretty boi pantywaist would be treated to a close-up view of this Domineering Beauty's ~UltraLacy White~ Satin Bra. Madame Chadwick emphasized, "I expect Complete Obedience from you at ALL times, sissyboi. Do I make myself clear?" leonard's cheeks certainly were feeling Her hands on them. leonard was on the verge of coming to tears, and he quickly and shamefully nodded in the affirmative. "That's my good little boi, leonard. I have plans for you, my little one. Mistress Lolita has plans for you, too. And Mistress Olympia has called Me in to Personally train you for Mistress Lolita...and, if necessary, to break you. You see, leonard, I have been retained by Mistress Olympia and Mistress Lolita for the next THREE years as your full-time Personal Governess." leonard blurted back, "But i don't need a full-time....." SLAP! "Ouch! That Hurt!" Madame Chadwick looked at Her now terrified and teary-eyed sissy and responded coldly, "Complete Obedience, sissy. Pretty little sissy bois...like you soon will be...understand that sissies are to be seen, NOT heard. Now, leonard, you are going to do exactly as I say." Putting Her long elegant fingers with freshly painted and very expensive Red Polish on Her hips, Madame Chadwick ordered leonard to "Fluff your ~Petticoats, leonard. Like a sissy. "Go ahead." The Feminine Powder Room was silent. The sting on leonard's face still burned. So, Dutifully and shamefacedly, leonard knew better than to cross this Woman. Madame Chadwick had Her hands on Her hips. The whole ~Feminine~ gathering in the Room was watching. leonard's pretty little face was still stinging from the slap. And Madame Chadwick was just too Beautiful...Feminine...and Too Overpowering for leonard to resist. So the weak obediently and immediately took his own little hands and encouraged his little fingers to play in his Petticoats. And off and running his little fingers went, Fluffing his Lacy Layers of Pettis, while Madame Chadwick smiled in approval and spoke to Her little sissy boi, "Now, leonard "Let's get you into your Pretty New Dress." The Powder Room was silent. Some of the lights towards the rear of the Dainty and Feminine surroundings Magically dimmed. Madame directed the two Girls in Their White Tulle Minidresses to carefully remove the Short Frilly Pink Dress from the mannequin and hand it to leonard. Meanwhile, leonard was ordered to remove his own Initiation Petticoats and hand them to Madame Chadwick. "Do it, sissy boi. I have some New ~Petticoats~ that are even FULLER and ~LACIER~ than your Initiation Petticoats. And with This ~Frilly~ Little Dress being on the short side, your ~Lace Petticoats~ should show Beautifully and be permanently exposed for ALL to see. That's why I want something ~Lacier~ and even MORE FULL than the ones you have on now. By the way, Mistress Olympia Personally designed the Petticoats you will be wearing tonight under your Pageant Frock. These ~P~etticoats, leonard, will fully expose you for what you really are. A pretty boy. Emasculated. Effeminate. Submissive, and above else, ~~Petticoated.~~ Oh yes, leonard, those titillating little tales that you stay up late at night reading over and over? And then continuing to search for ~MORE.~ Those delightful stories of unsuspecting young males, most of them weak and effeminate already, being forced or cajoled into ~Petticoats~ and ~Frilly Dresses~ by Powerfully Beautiful Feminine Women? Maybe She's a Mummy, a Pretty Stepmother, a Beautiful Auntie, perhaps? And then...suddenly...or maybe not so suddenly...that poor pitiful little boy is ~P~etticoated? Maybe there's a Governess involved? Perhaps a Femininely Disarming French Maid who just loves Petticoating weak little pretty bois? leonard, We know your search history. And leonard, YOU definitely are one of those frightened little bois in need of a Strong FEMININE Presence. You know, the characters in those silly sissy stories you read late at night." Madame Chadwick was relentless now. "There IS always a Strong Feminine Presence in those titillating tales, wouldn't you agree, leonard? And just look around you, leonard, and see the Strong Feminine Presence here tonight to welcome you as our own very little special guest. yOU need Discipline, leonard. Petticoat Discipline, to be specific. And I am just the Woman to administer it.I am going to be that Strong FEMININE Presence needed for you, leonard. Would you like to know how much I am being paid to be your Governess for the next three years? The Terms of the Contract, so to speak? That's okay. yOU need to know just how good I am with sissy bois like yourself." Madame looked directly into leonard's eyes, For Three years, $150 million. For one full-time candidate. For you, leonard. Just you."
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Wow a governess as well it looks like sissy going to learn a whole new way of living and maybe his bum might be too sore to sit on lots of times...lol
Merry Christmas
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Madame looked straight at leonard, and now took Her Direct hl aim on the hapless sissy. "You see, leonard, you, and I, and Mistress Lolita, and ~Mistress Olympia~ ALL actually have many similar...how shall I put this...'Hobbies?'.'Interests? For example, to list just a few topics, leonard: There's 'Forced Feminization, Sissification, Emasculation, Humiliation, Embarrassment, shame, ~Makeup Tutorials." And of course, Dear leonard, there's the topic of~'PETTICOATING.'~ It's such uch a fascinating topic don't you think? I would also venture to say. That ALL of us here definitely agree that you, leonard...yes, YOU need ~Petticoating~ and ~Feminization.~ Forced, if necessary." Madame paused for a few seconds before continuing. "I AM correct, leonard, that you already might have some interest in Petticoating? Maybe you've studied it? Researched it on the web? Read Titillating ~stories~ of Forced Petticoating imposed on Pretty little sissybois just like you , perhaps? Right?" Madame Chadwick paused again. She laughed gaily, Her Beautiful Smile captivating. ,"Ohhhhh, poor poor sissy leonard... What HAVE you gotten your little sissy self into?" Madame Chadwick was now ready to fire many of those ~words~...those undeniably descriptive and arousing words that constantly excite pretty little Effeminate sissies. Mostly words that were the same search item terms the sissy had been using desperately for years. "Oh let's see, leonard, words like 'Lacy, Frilly, Dresses, Feminizing, Sissyfying, ~Petticoat Punishment,~ ~Petticoat Discipline,~ Taffeta, Rustling, Party Dresses, Lacy Frilly Feminine Short Party Dresses, Humiliating, Shameful, Embarrassing, Satin, Lace, ~Pink,~ Girly, Crinoline." Madame paused briefly. "Shall I continue?" Leonard froze. "How does She know this? Does She know everything!" Leonard asked himself. Madame continued, not letting up. "I am quite excited to know that my new little pupil apparently already possesses a predisposition to Strong~ ~FEMININE~ Women telling him what to do." Madame added, "And telling him what to wear, too. As you can see, leonard, there is no shortage of Feminine Powerful Beautiful Women here tonight either. We do have a -playful~streak in us. Occasionally, We decide to nominate some of our especially Pretty and, I should add, Effeminate inductees for Regression." leonard tried to swallow. What??? That got this stunned sissy's full attention. Madame continued, "We think yOU, leonard, have that Very Special Natural ~Feminine~ beauty befitting a very weak-willed boy. That's right, immature. Scared of Girls. Especially Really Pretty Girls. You are meek. You would rather play Dolls and have ~Tea Parties~ for ~Beautiful Ladies-...and Beautifully DRESSed Women while you serve them Their Tea, DRESSed in your own Frilly Little ~Party Dress.~ Oodles of ~Lacy~ Rustling ~Pink- and ~White~ ~Mini Crinoline~Petticoats. How delightful for Pretty Little Sissy Boys. Now, leonard, let's talk briefly about The Dress you will be wearing for the Ladies tonight..."
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She is really getting the sissy frighten at what is too come. Can hardly wait to see what the sissy will be wearing. Regression sounds wonderful
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"But before we have a little chat about your Pretty New Party Dress which you will be wearing for ~Our ~entertainment~ portion of our little get-together this evening. All male guests Must be ~Petticoated,~ leonard. And you are...for the moment, still a male. But just ~barely,~ My very special little pretty boi." And then Madame Chadwick addressed one of the two Disarmingly Feminine young and very Beautiful D-1 Athletes in Her Short Very Full-Skirted Tulle Minidress. "Dylan, take our little sissyboi and put her in the White Satin and Ruffled White ~Lace~ Corset. The smaller his waist, the greater ~Flare~ his Petticoats will have. Then you may ~cage~ him. I have already selected a Pale ~Pink~ Cage. Once the sissy has been caged, you will see a White Froth of Tulle and Lace and held together by a Pink Satin Ribbon waistband. Actually that is a ~Mini-Petticoat.~ It functions as a cover for the sissy's Pink Cage. It has its own little Pale Pink Satin Drawstring to keep the sissy's little Pale Pink Cage securely tucked away at all times underneath all of that Beautiful Tulle and Lace. As you can see, It is quite ~lacy.~" Madame Chadwick looked squarely in the sissy's wide frightened eyes, and added, "We intend to ~Petticoat- your little friend down there, too." Dylan, take Debbie with you. Corset him, Cage him, and Cover him. If he dares resist you, Ladies, I expect you to report that to Me when you return. And put some Blush and pale baby blue Eyeshadow on our pretty little sissyboi. Then Madame addressed Her sissy, "leonard, I have a Paddle that I carry with me. It's very Pretty. Pale Pink, of course. I'm very good with my 'Pink Lady' when I need to use Her on one of My sissies. Complete and Total Obedience to ALL Women is expected, Leonard. If I get a bad report when you come back in 15 minutes, it'll be 20 strokes of My paddle right here, right now." Turning to Dylan, Madame Cadwick directed, "Dylan, bring the White ~Lace~ Petticoats back with you when you return in 15 minutes. All of them...Especially that White Crinoline Lace with a sprinkling of Pale Pink ~Tulle.~ I think the Splashes of ~~Pink~~ Tulle between ALL those Layers of White ~~Lace~~ Crinoline simply drive home the fact that this poor little pretty and very ~effeminate~ sissyboi has surrendered..." To be continued...very soon
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looks like the new sissy is not going to like everything that is done to him lol.
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"One more thing, Girls," Madame Chadwick addressed Dylan and Debbie, "To expedite our little sissy's arousal and then reduce his little buddy to two inches is essential so he can fit snugly into his new 'home,' why don't each of You model one of leonard's new Petticoats so that HE himself can see what HE may be wearing later on tonight?" Madame glared at leonard. "Would you like that, leonard? Dylan and Her Girlfriend, Debbie, slipping into the most Feminine~ ~Lacy~ ~Poufy~and Powerfully ~~~Sissifying~~~ weapons of ~Forced Feminization? ~ ~THEIR PETTICOATS!~~ Dylan, I am sure leonard would just LOVE to see You and Debbie modeling for him his Petticoats! Especially in Your ~Short Minidresses.~ And These Petticoats are quite ~FULL~ and quite ~LACY.~ Invite him to take his Dainty fingers and touch the Frilly White Rustling Net and Lace. And then take Your own Feminine, but Stronger hands and guide our sissy's trembling little fingers thru the Layers of Rustling Net and ~Lace ~ that he soon may be Wearing himself...tonight! As You explore with him his New Sissy Life. He needs to experience Beautiful, Athletic, Feminine Women who believe unwaveringly that a few Pretty little boys, especially those little bois addicted to ~Petticoats,~ ~Makeup,~ ~Lace~ and ~Frilly Dresses,~ just to mention a few, belong in ~Frilly Dresses~ and ~Poufy Lace~ Petticoats. Dylan, You may wear the Lacy White Crinoline with the splash of Pale Pink Tulle. I think It is the more Sissy of the two." Madame's final words for leonard, "I may have a question or two for you when you return, leonard, about the Girls' Petticoats. I shall expect prompt and insightful responses to my questions about the Girls' Petticoats. This is good practice for you, leonard. In the future, ~Petticoat Punishment~ will be a frequent topic of discussion for all of us..."
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Did I miss something or what is with leonard having his name beginning in lower case "l" ?
leonard
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Leonard
Is it something to do with petticoated males being introduced with a less than proper First Name ?
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guess i am getting excited as i can hardly wait for the sissy to be completely dressed
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"As leonard was led to the back of the Powder Room, Madame reminded him to "Study the Girls' ~Petticoats carefully, leonard. Ask for permission to touch Them, to PLAY with Them, to feel and Swish Them, to hear Them Rustling and Swishing as you are Playing with Them. Of course, these types of activities do tend to ~excite~ certain little bois...certain little bois just like you." FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER: leonard was led back to the center area of this spacious, Beautiful and Overwhelmingly Feminine Powder Room. He looked defeated. The first sign obviously was the very tight, extremely ~Feminine~ and Frilly Pink and White Lace Corset he was now wearing. It was VERY ~Feminine.~ It was a tightly-laced corset and now leonard suddenly found himself surrounded in this tight trap of Satin and Lace.. And it fit the sissy perfectly. But the most noticeable change was the UltraLacy White Petticoat Cover hiding his newly-installed pale pink unbreakable plastic cage. To say that the sissy's masculinity was almost nexistent, was true. Just like that, in less than 15 minutes, the sissy had allowed himself to be laced by these two beautiful young Women into such a tight feminine lacy corset, then allowed himself to have his little buddy locked and caged, the pale pink plastic hidden beneath layer after layer after layer of white petticoat Net and Lace. "How fitting, leonard, your excited little friend, caged and hidden in a mass of Net and Frilly Lace." leonard's head looked bowed in shame. His face was flushed. When he approached Madame Chadwick, he was stunned to see that Madame had been joined by this real Beauty! This Girl was striking! Her presence made leonard feel even weaker than he already was. She was lithe, about 5'11" in Her 4-inch pale pink heels. Her Beautiful body toned. Her Long tanned Legs. Her DRESS! Oh yes, The ~DRESS.~ It was a very Pretty...and VERY ~Feminine~ Spring Dress. It was a Creme- colored silk Dress but with large swaths of Beautiful Painted Pink Roses and small Splashes of green leaves. It was long-sleeved and had a slightly high neck. Her Skirt "hourglassed" into a Beautiful Short Flared Skirt, ending about eight inches Above Her knees. But for sissies like poor leonard, his little Feminine eyes were focused DIRECTLY on a single white Layer of ~~~Ruffled~~~ White ~Tulle~ Petticoat, showing Itself Proudly, leonard quickly knew Her one inch of exposed Femininity was Intentional. This Girl was Beautiful. Maybe just a little ~Tomboyish(?)~ to be wearing This Dress(?). She wore long Pearl-Drop Earrings, with a Pinkish hue. A small pearl chain hung from each of Her Pierced ears, to where it held the pinkish pearl drop. This Girl's/Woman's ~~Makeup~~ was minimalist but pronounced and ~Feminine.~ Her Pink Lipstick and Gloss stood out, accentuating Her ~Femininity.~ She was playing with Her below shoulder-length Blonde Hair. Her mouth was slightly open. Her teeth were Perfect and White. She couldn't have been more than 21-22 years old. She was studying leonard. She looked directly into his disgustingly lusting male eyes. She made a mental note: "he still has some testosterone left in him." She was Beautiful. A little bit Tomboyish Beautiful. But HER ~Dress~ changed Everything. And She played with Her Hair again, standing confidently with Her other arm, her right arm, resting across Her right side until her right hand landed on the flared front part of Her Short skirt, resting at its hem. Her ~painted~ ~Pink~ fingernails extending to touch HER one layer of the Feminine Ruffled Tulle ~Petticoating...showing deliberately. leonard was mesmerized by Her already...She returned his looks of admiration with this curt remark....
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The suspense is killing me, just waiting for the poor sissy to be completely dressed
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"So, do you like what you see, ~pretty boi?~ " This Beautiful 22-year-old ~Tomboyish~ Beauty stood in front of the shamefaced, newly corsetted and ~caged~ sissy boi who was now certifiably scared. And aroused. Highly aroused. The very tightly laced UltraFeminine Pink and White Satin and ~Lace~ Corset was slightly biting into his skin. he was trapped! Literally! To make things worse(?), leonard had also managed to get his little soldier drained and ~reduced.~ To about ~two~ inches, at best. For the past fifteen minutes the two Beautiful, ~Ultrafeminine~ Athletically Superior Young Women, playfully, skillfully, and ~Femininely,~ Overpowered 'little miss leonard' rather quickly, and left him sobbing in ~ecstasy,~ because the Beautiful Women had 'Forced' him to Play with Their ~Lacy~ Petticoats, all the while Teasing their little sissy playmate, "Like a sweet obedient...and Very ~envious~ little boy who Needs to be Feminized, and cannot resist doing what We Tell him to do." As soon as leonard's pretty Pink Plastic cage had further imprisoned him, all of these Women here tonight...and a select few around the world (unable to attend in person) could now track on their watches leonard's sissification 'progress' and his degrees of excitement/arousals along the way. It took only a few seconds following installation on leonard, for a bright RED hue to appear. For most of the last fifteen minutes...
Inside the isolated (except for the hidden cameras, of course) and very Intimate, Utterly ~Feminine,~ and ~Feminizing,~ back of this Beautiful mini-Powder Room, on a Gold Settee with a Pink Velvet seat, Proudly ~Displayed~ were Two ~~~UltraFull, ALL Super~ Bouffant~ Petticoats.~ They were Snow-White, ~VERY Stiff~ and awash with UltraFeminine White ~Lace.~ These ~Petticoats~ were VERY FULL,Swishing and Rustling ~Petticoats.~ And they were ~Absolutely ~ULTRA ULTRA ULTRA FEMININE.~ A ~Pale Pink~ ~Bridal Satin~ Ribbon~ served as a common waistband for ALL EIGHT Layers of the Petticoat's White ~Frilly~ ~Net~ and ~Lace.~ One of these two Deliciously ~Effeminate~ Petticoats included just a couple of thin Layers of subtle, yet very ~Feminine Pink Tulle.~ Dylan moved to lock the door before Their Intoxicatingly ~Feminine~ and relentless teasing and taunting was about to begin. After locking the door to the Very Pretty, Femininely Decorated, Mini-Powder Room, Dylan matter-of-factly prepared to ask the little sissy for his opinion about ~Petticoats.~ And in this Room, this Setting, a Very ~Feminine miniature of the larger Powder Room. ~Ultrafeminine,~ Pink, and Lacy. And ~smaller.~ Dylan was Beautiful. Androgynously striking, especially Her ~boyishly short~ haircut.. Her Jet Black Hair, in a pixie-style boy cut. Her piercing Black Eyes. Femininely arched eyebrows. Perfect ~Makeup.~ Her Full-Skirted, Flared White Satin and Tulle Party Dress. The Skirts of Her White ~Minidress~ were Layers and Layers of Swishing and Ruffled white tulle of Her mesmerizingly stunning and Oh So Feminine Minidress. Now Dylan started Her little 'conversation'
with leonard this way, "I think the inclusion of a hint of Pale Pink Tulle enhances the ~Femininity~ of The ~Petticoats.~ Don't yOU, leonard? Especially with ~~ALL~~ of the Pretty White ~Lace. These are the Laciest ~Petticoats~ I have EVER seen!" Dylan and Debbie were not waiting for a response. Debbie piled it on, saying, "A simple and Very ~Powerful~ Color...~Pink.~ After all, your UltraLacy Ultrasissy Petticoats can use a couple of splashes of ~Pretty Pale Pink Tulle,~ leonard, to make a sissy boi feel...and look even MORE ~Effeminate~ than you already are." Her Hands squarely on Her Hips, Dylan now ordered Her little sissy friend, "Now be a good little beta boy, leonard, and hand Me THAT Petticoat, the one with just a hint of Pink" . I think that's ~Hot.~ As in 'sissy Hot, leonard. You need a little ~Pink~ to go with ALL of that White Lace you are going to be wearing." She pointed to the ~Petticoat~ on the right, waiting, slowly tapping Her right toe impatiently as leonard acquiesced. Dylan smiled, "Such a sweet little beta boy you are, leonard. And Very ~Pretty,~ too." Then She directed leonard to "Kneel down and hold the ~Petticoat~ open by the Pretty Pink Satin Ribbon Waistband until I have stepped into It and pulled It up under My Dress. But first, pick It up and gently shake it...Daintily...like a Girl might. Good boi. Don't you just ~Love~ all of that Swishing? And the Pretty ~Lace!~ It's ALL just sooooo ~Feminine.~ Now I want you to take The ~Petticoat~ and hold it up against YOUR waist. I want to see something. Go ahead, hold Your Petticoat up against your waist. Hold it there!" And he did. "Ohhhh, yes!..." TBC shortly
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wish they stop tormenting the poor sissy and finished getting him dressed
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"Now take your ~Pretty Little Feminine fingers~ and gently Rustle the Adorable Lace ~Petticoat.~ Go ahead, sissy. Do what Dylan tells you to do. Nowwww...do it, sissy. Flounce the Pretty Lace Petticoat. Don't you just Love the 'Swish...Swish...Swish...ing of its Lacy White Layers!!! You should just ~imagine~ (aka "fantasize') how that Must feel under a Short ~Satin~ and ~Tulle~ ~MiniDress.~ It's justsooooooooooooooooo...sooooooooooo...soooooooo...~Feminine!!!~ " Dylan exclaimed. And then, hands on Her Hips, added, "On the other hand, it absolutely ~crushes~ any remaining masculinity any unsuspecting sissy ~boy~ might have left. And for weak-willed Pretty little beta bois like yourself, leonard, well, We're about to take Control of your masculinity, too." Now, as Pretty sissy leonard stood timidly in front of Madame Chadwick, himself surrounded on each side by Debbie and Dylan, Their White Tulle Minidresses now noticeably buttressed and poufed out by those Beautiful Young Women's Petticoats. Very Stiff and absolutely resplendently ~Feminine.~ Each Stiffly Starched ~Crinoline~ Layer was COVERED in Stiff Snow ~White~ Exquisite FRENCH ~LACE.~ And because the Lengh of the Lacy ~Petticoat~ exceeded the hemline of Dylan's White Tulle Minidress, Her Exposed ~Petticoat~ Lace only served to Reinforce Dylan's Superior ~Femininity~ over the hapless...and Very ~envious~ sissy leonard. It was quite ironic, actually. For Dylan, Her Bouffant ~Petticoat~ represented ~FEMININE POWER.~ On the other hand, when sissies like leonard were ~Forced~ into~Petticoats and ~Dresses~ this signified the Total Emasculation of a weak beta sissy. And always very -Pretty~ little beta boi. And tonight, at this Highly secretive gathering of ~Mysterious~ ~Powerful,~ and highly ~Femine~Women, any beta boys, aka ~Special Guests, wearing ~Petticoats~ with splashes of ~Pale PINK,~ well, those 'poor' pretty bois were to undergo ~Forced Feminization,~ with ~Strictly Enforced~ ~Petticoat Discipline.~ Any Pink in tonight's Petticoat, the Petticoat leonard would be wearing for the Ladies, would ~Highly 'Encourage~ the Ladies to force the sissy to display his Petticoats frequently tonight as the Ladies anxiously hoped to see ~Pale Pink Tulle~ peaking out during his ~required inspections. Of course, the Pink Tulle would be Femininely resting among the white Crinoline Lace, almost hidden (but not quite) between the white ~Lace~ encrusted Layers of stiffly starched White Crinoline Net with just a splash of Pink. But that was all that was needed tonight. Unbeknownst to leonard, that little 'splash of Pale Pink will convey to the Powerfully Beautiful Feminine Women Who had found their way here tonight that this particular ~Special Guest's~ ~Petticoated~ fate was sealed. Madame directed Her attention at leonard. "My dear sweet little man, did you have the opportunity to study the Ladies' Petticoats?" Madame smirked. "I do hope so..."
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"Tell Me My dear boi...ohhhh yes, please do tell Me how it was when the Ladies 'forced' you to..." Madame thought for a moment, as if looking for the most sarcastic word She could use. "Explore! Yes, 'explore.' Did you resist Them, leonard? Tell them you are a 'man.' Or did you quickly submit to Their ~FEMININE POWER?~ After all, leonard, Dylan and Debbie ARE the Ones in the Elegantly Swishing White Tulle MiniDresses, telling you what to do. Forcing you to take your pretty feminine fingers and Play with Their Petticoat Lace while your greedy little sissy eyes are feasted on Their Lace....Maybe Order you to Find and Fix Any Wrinkles in Her ~Lace.~ So how did you feel being ~Forced by two Girls...'~Petticoated~ Girls, I might add, forcing you to touch Their ~Rustling White, Stiff, ~Lacy~Petticoats? To run your Pretty Little Painted Pink Fingernails thru one Lacy Layer after another? Did the Girls make fun of you? Did They call you a sissy? Did They insist that naughty little sissy bois belong in ~Petticoats~ and Dresses...Very Juvenile Party Dresses. Girly Dresses. And leonard, Did these two Petticoat Beauties ask you to join Them...for some ' Frilly fun?'" She laughed gaily. Towering over the shamed sissy, She pointed down to the ~Ultra~ Feminine Mini-White Lace Petticoat covering (well, almost) the Small Pink Plastic Cage now ensnaring leonard's little buddy. The same little buddy who had the REAL addictions to Makeup, Petticoats, Dresses, and Lace. Leonard blamed his weak, little, pathetic soldier for his predicament. "Oh! How ~Cute!~" She exclaimed. Reaching down now with Her long Pretty Fingers. She examined very closely the Ruffled White French Lace MiniPetticoat. She fondled the White Ruffled ~Lace~ Layers, peeling them back one Lacy White Layer at a time until peering thru the Ruffled White Lace Pettilayers was the Pale Pink Plastic Chastidy Device housing leonard's little buddy. "Oh my. How utterly Emasculating!" As Madame "rearranged" leonard's ~lacy~ cage cover, She looked at leonard, "I must introduce you, my dear sissy boi, to the Creator of your little friend's Cage Cover. Don't let me forget. Your Corset is Beautiful! Very ~Lacy.~ Fit for a sissy. In no time We will trim your little waist way down. And We will make sure that All of your New Corsets are always Very ~Lacy....~ Pink and White, mostly. A constant reminder of your ~~Forced~~ Feminization." Then Madame Chadwick turned Her attention to the Very Feminine, All-American California Girl, a little Tomboyish looking, Tall Athletic build. And Her Minidress was killer! Especially the single Ruffled White Layer of Sensuous ~Feminine~ Tulle Femininely revealing Itself proudly. This Beautiful Girl/Woman Stood Confidently in Her 5-inch Creme Colored Heels, towering over leonard by several inches. leonard could immediately see...and feel that this Girl Meant Business...
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"My sweet little sissyboi, pretty little leonard, "I have decided that you will have a ~~~Governess.~~~ leonard's mouth opened wide in astonishment. His eyes now wide opened, too. This ~Beautiful, ~Feminine~ Tomboyish Woman/Girl couldn't be more than 2-3 years older than him of that. And leonard had just turned 20. The California Blonde, in Her High Pink Flowery Minidress, extended Her Slender Feminine Hand forward, grabbed little leonard's hand, and squeezzzzzzed it just long enough to introduce Herself to leonard, HI leonard, I am Alexandria. My Girlfriends call me 'Alex.' You will call Me 'Ms. Alexandria.' I am your New ~~Governess.~~ Starting right now. That's right, leonard. Your Governess. And I will be ~personally~ directing...and ~Enforcing~ your ~Feminization.~You see, leonard, Madame Chadwick is my Mother and I intend to follow in Her footsteps. After all, She is making over $200 million a year Feminizing and ~Petticoating~ Effeminate Pretty bois just like you, leonard. I intend to make even more because the demand for Pretty bois like you is growing." Debbie and Madame Chadwick had left leonard alone now with Alexandria and Dylan. "First things first," Alex said. "As your Governess, I will only give you an order one time. Now, ask Dylan if She will let you borrow Her Bouffant Lace Petticoat. The ~Petticoat~ She is wearing under Her Tulle Minidress. Go ahead, leonard." Leonard looked woefully at both Dylan and Alexandria, his eyes pleading for some kind of a respite. Five seconds later, leonard shamefully asked Dylan if he could "borrow" Her Petticoat. Tell Dylan you need to be ~Petticoated.~" And just like that, the sissy did it. Now it was Dylan's turn, "Petticoated! Oh my! Only naughty little sissies and bad little beta boys get ~Petticoated.~" Then Dylan took Her Feminine Fingers and slowly slid the Bouncing Rustling Lacy Confection down Her Long tanned Legs, only to cone to a rest standing straight up,
Followed by Dylan dangling the Lacy Confection by it's Pale Pink Ribbon waistband holding together the 10 Layers of white French Lace and Stiff Crinoline Net Petticoats. "Hidden" amongst the white Net and Lace is a few layers of Pale Pink Tulle. As Dylan Teasingly dangled the UltraFeminine Petticoat in front of leonard, Alex said to leonard. " Go ahead, leonard, you know what to do." For a few seconds, leonard 'held out.' To be forced to wear this particular Petticoat now...in the privacy of two Beautiful Women, neither much older than leonard. he looked one more time st Alex, and now She was tapping one of Her 5-inch Heels impatiently on the tule floor. Just as Alex got ready to say something, leonared received the Petticoat from Dylan. "Now, leonard, go ahead, you know what to do. I prefer to see you ~Petticoat~ yourself." Leonard's tears were flowing now. How Humiliating. These two Beautiful YOUNG, Feminine Women forcing him to ~Feminize~ himself. he felt so ashamed. Leonard knew at this moment his 'masculinity` was in full retreat. And seconds later, slid both of his Dainty feet inside the Stiff Petticoat and slowly moved it...~~Swishingly~~...to his waistline. Alex took more control quickly. "That's My good little beta. Now, ~~curtsey~~ for Me. And Curtsey for Dylan. Always remember, leonard, ~Petticoated sissy bois~ ALWAYS Curtsey to ALL Women and Girls. Here is your Mantra, sissy boi. Learn it quickly:' I am a boi. A ~petticoated~ pretty boi. I am already Effeminate; however, I still need to be fully ~Feminized~ and ~Petticoated~ to eradicate any remaining masculinity. I am a sissy.' Learn it quickly, leonard..."
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"leonard, I'm putting you in a Baby Blue Tulle mini Party Dress tonight, with ~OODLES~ of Stiff White Net Petticoats. ~The stiff Net covered in Exquisite White French Lace. lEONARD: "OMG! What have I gotten myself into? At this moment, the sissy didn't care. He knew desperately that what They were about to do to him would be unstoppable. And yet he couldn't deny it. They had him. leonard had no chance of escaping his ~Petticoated~ fate. Alex spoke, "leonard, be a good gurl and give Dylan and Me a proper ~Petticoated~ Curtsey..." Was leonard going to finally try to stop this now? he knew once he ~Curtsied,~ Alex would have him in a ~Dress~ next. She had already described the Dress: Pale Baby ~Blue~ Tulle, with Oodles of White ~Lace~ Petticoats. He couldn't let this happen. he'd be ruined. Soooo...leonard 'fought' back, finally, right? Well, sort of. No, he begged. leonard begged Alex not to "do this" to him. he begged. he pleaded, he cried. And all Alex did was say, "little miss leonard, stop this silly little delaying game and give Us your most Feminine Curtsey. And while you hold your Curtsey, you will Thank Dylan for your Petticoat." Alex repeated, "Your Petticoat, leonard. Now give Us a really Girly Feminine Curtsey. Be Alex's brave little sissy for Me. My sweet little ~Petticoated~ girlyboi. I think of you, leonard, as my little pupil. My own private little sissy pupil. It's okay to think about the Pretty Dress that I have you wearing tonight for the Ladies. It's a short Pale, Baby Blue, ~Tulle Minidress.~ The outer Layer is that thin Wispy Tulle, baby blue. But it also has White Satin and Little Baby Blue Tulle Flowers, with a small Diamond in the middle of the blue flower buds. Some of the Dainty Flowers are Ruffled Pale Blue Tulle, their buds diamond-encrusted, too. The second layer of the Dress has the same wispy Tulle, also in pale blue. A third layer is a ~Stiff~ Blue Tulle, followed by a heavy double-layer of stiff flared silk Satin, also Baby blue. The Bodice area of the Girly Party Frock is equally Stunning. Very ~Feminine.~ A layer of wispy blue Tulle over strong blue Satin underlining; those same Pretty Tulle and Satin Flowers embroidered everywhere especially the bust line. ALL in a Frilly, Girly, and very Elegant Enhancement of the Dress. It laces in the back, just like a Corset, into a Pretty Hanging baby Blue Bow. I'm putting you in 4-inch 'Baby boi Blue' Heels tonight. You'll manage. We already know your ~Petticoats~ will be ~Stunning.~ Because your Dress is a Flared MiniDress, it should look very nice with your ~White Lace~ Petticoats. When I send you out there tonight in This Blue Dress and Those UltraLacy~Petticoats,~ your Pretty Baby Blue Dress will signify that I believe you still have high levels of toxic masculinity in your body, leonard. Your ~Lace~ Petticoats, which I will NOW ~Require~ you to wear from this moment going forward, will be Our little way of saying that we...you and I, leonard...intend to take care of this little masculinity issue, don't We, My little pretty boi?... And I am quite certain that Both of us believe that ~Petticoating,~ with a strong dose of ~Shame~ and Humiliation, IS the most effective method for total sissification, wouldn't you agree, leonard?"...
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OMG a governess! Are they planning on having the sissy dressing as very young girl?
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"Now, let's see your very Best ~Feminine~ Curtsey. Be Mistress Alex's good little ~Feminine~ sissyboi." leonard hesitated again. His 'masculinity' was at stake here. Alex smirked, then nodded to Dylan, saying " Bring Me My Pretty Pale Pink Paddle. I'm not going to tolerate disobedience, especially from an already Emasculated sissy boy...like you. I Swing a Pretty Good Paddle, sissy." She Taunted him, "Go ahead, sissy leonard, tell me you don't want Me to Teach how to be a Properly ~Petticoated~ sissy who is under Total Feminine Control.. Look at you. All Pretty...All Effeminate...Emasculated....~Petticoated.~ When I finish with you, my sweet little ~feminine~ pretty boi, Lolita will be getting a real 'Trophy Sissy.' I'm going to be Teaching you how to compete against other little ~feminine~ sissybois in Our Special little 'Pageants for Sissy Gurls." All of you Adorably Made Up, Wearing your Frilliest Laciest Dresses with Delicious Swishing Lace Petticoats under your short, super-cute Cupcake-Style Pageant Dresses. That's right, leonard, I, your New Governess, promised Lolita that I have a tendency to see you as a rather dainty little boy of about eight years old who needs corrective discipline and Firm Feminine Guidance..." TBC soon
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"Now, beta boi, let's get a few things straight. Yes, Madame Chadwick is My Mother. And while, technically, She has been retained by Ms. Lolita to ~Forcibly Feminize~ you, it is I who will be interning under Her, and it is I who will Feminize, Sissify, and Permanently Petticoat you. You see, beta boi, Madame ~Petticoated~ Me for three years, from the age of seven years old until I was ten. She homeschooled Me while subjecting me, Her own Tomboyish Daughter, to strict Petticoat Discipline. FRILLY PARTY DRESSES and Bouffant Lace Petticoats for three years was My only wardrobe. No pants...ever. She made certain I never became 'too Tomboyish.' However, I was acutely aware that certain little bois, pretty fembois, also were being Petticoated by Her and a very small circle of Her wealthy Ladyfriends.. Occasionally, weak effeminate pantywaists, always accompanied by very strong Beautiful Feminine Women...Mothers, Stepmothers, Aunts, etc. would occasionally attend Tea Parties in the Parlor in our Mansion on a gated estate. And on those occasions, I was always Petticoated and Frocked, and encouraged to Tease those pretty little sissies with my Pettis. When I made them cry, always to the delight of My Mother and Her Ladyfriends, I soon realized I derived this wonderful thrill experiencing my Dominance over them. They were always very pretty little sissy bois. ~Effeminate.~ Weak. Submissive. I noticed, too, that they were also very envious of my Femininity, especially My Lacy Pettis. They seemed to get this glazed look in their eyes when Mummy ordered me to 'present' Myself by showing them glimpses of my Lace Petticoats. They almost would get weak in their knees when Mummy teased them and asked them if they, too, wanted to be Dressed in Stiff Rustling ~Lacy~ Petticoats and Short Frilly Party Dresses. And they were intimidated by Me. I relished teasing them...shaming them...calling them 'sissies.' As I got older I realized our luxurious lifestyle was a result of my Mother's very select Clientele of Socially Elitist and very Wealthy Women who had decided to Petticoat Their sissy boys, and they would pay my Mummy handsomely for Her 'Guidance.' At the age of 15, I scored perfect scores on both my ACT and my SAT, and earned full academic scholarships to five different Ivy League Schools, where I played Varsity Softball at one of them...at the age of sixteen. I have an MBA from one of them and two separate PHD's from two others. One in Gender Studies and the other in Psychology, with an emphasis in 'Male Behavior Modification.' Finally, I have a Masters in Fashion Design. I specialized in 'Dress Design.' Frilly Dresses, to be exact, leonard. Extremely Frilly and ~UltraFeminine Party Dresses.~ Of ALL the degrees I have, I find 'Male Behavior Modification' by far the most intriguing, especially 'Forced Feminization.' By the way, I also have a Black Belt in Tai Kwando. Leonard, I have every intention of following in my Mother's footsteps. However, She has made it very clear to Me that if I do not achieve Her expected results with you in three years, She intends to ~~Petticoat~~ ME. Permanently. Her own Daughter. Trust me, sissy, that will NOT happen..."
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Poor leonard just stood there, his pretty girly face red with Shame and Embarrassment. His pretty tear-stained girly eyes wide with fear. leonard had been ~~Petticoated.~~ Yes, Petticoated. Unable to resist. Moreover, unwilling to resist. His "manhood" now gone. he knew he had had many chances to stop these Women. But therein lay the problem. The little sissy boy...like so many other ultrabeta bois...was ~terrified~ and intimidated by Beautiful, ~Feminine,~ Determined Women. he always had been. he feared Them, and yet he Envied Them. leonared was a very special kind of sissy. leonard was a Pretty boi. A VERY Pretty sissy boi. leonard was weak. leonard was~~Effeminate.~~ A pansy. A nancyboy. Yes he was Envious of these Beautiful Women. Envious of Their Femininity. Envious of Their ~Makeup.~ Envious of Their ~Dresses.~ especially Their Dresses. And like Very Pretty beta sissies, leonard knew...deep down...that the ONLY way he would ever be a part of Their lives would be to serve as a completely Dominated, Subservient, Emasculated, Effeminate ~plaything,~ for Their Amusement. Lolita had chosen him. Lolita had determined leonzrd's destiny: A Petticoated Pageant sissy was leonard's fate. How Humiliating. How Emasculating. And yes...how Arousing. Leonard couldn't deny it. Nor could his little soldier who seemed to want it...need it...even more than leonard. Yes, to this sissy boi, his abject Shame and Humiliation would be worth it. The Embarrassment worth it. his complete Subjugation...worth it. This was leonard's conundrum. As it all sank in, as the Petticoated sissyboi stood there in defeat, his Pretty little head lowered in Shame, he could feel the weight of the Super ~Sissifying~ Layers of his Tulle, Crinoline, and ~~~Lace~~~ Pettis, sibilantly and ~Lacily~ Swishing and Swaying above his weak knees, as if his Petticoats, yes, hIS ~Petticoats~ were musically Celebrating Their captivity of Their newest gurly victim. It was as if leonard's ~Lacy~ Petticoats were Taunting him. Teasing him. Tempting him in ways he knew he could never resist. his Poufy ~Bouffant~ Petticoats were, undeniably and Shamefully...~EXCITING~ leonard and his Petticoated little soldier, trapped and caged in its own little separate Pink Plastic Prison, hidden in ~Net and Frilly Lace.~ As reality grabbed this defenseless highly Effeminate pathetic pretty pantywaist, leonard's shame...and his arousal...surged simultaneously. His pretty face flush with embarrassment. Resistance was futile. And then his 22-year-old Governess, Mistress Alexandria, took him by his soft chin, raised his tear-stained face to meet Her Mesmerizing Beauty, and said firmly, "You belong in Petticoats, leonard..."
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Great story - but what happened to parts #208 to #225 ?????
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Great story - but what happened to parts #208 to #225 ?????
This has part numbers?
I'm guessing by parts, you mean reply #'s ? Those replies (parts) are on my pages 30-33, but depending on your settings (latest top or bottom) it could be different. If you are set up different, you may have to quotes dates that are missing. Betty sometimes had hacks and dbase corruptions where they may have been lost into the e-ther ...
Hope this helps.
Ace
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Thankyou for clarifying for me - I was following the 'RE Petticoated #numbers' on the top line, rather than the reply #numbers on the 2nd line of each new posting, but I see now that the story is continuous - hugs - look forward to your story being continued.
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"Not only do you belong in Petticoats, Leonard. you belong in Dresses. MiniDresses, Full-Skirted, and UltraFeminine. I have a particular Dressmaker, a dear Girlfriend from college, in mind for you, leonard. Rather ~Tomboyish~ looking, extremely Dominant, and Stunningly Beautiful. She adores Feminizing pretty sissybois. Between Her designs and Mine, you will be immersed in sissy ~Feminization.~ As a matter of fact, I have already scheduled your first appointment with Her. In Her very Exclusive, Private Dress Shop. A Dress Shop for sissies, leonard. Of course, there will be other sissies there, too. All of them will be accompanied by the Women who control them. Stepmothers, Mothers, Wives, Girlfriends, real Aunties...yes, leonard. Some sissy bois will be Forcefully dragged unexpectingly to their inevitable Petticoating fate...their first Dress-fittings. And there will be nothing private about it. Some will beg. Some will plead. Many will cry. Some may even stupidly try to resist. A few of the sissy boys will meekly comply, resigned to their fate. A few may even beg to be Feminized. How will you respond, leonard? Surrounded in an Ultrafeminine Dress Shop, discreetly catering only to pretty little girlybois, where their inevitable ~Petticoated~ fates eagerly await them. Spiced with Humiliation and Shame. With no escape possible?...
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"leonard, since I'll be keeping you in Frilly Party Dresses for your Initial Feminization Period, which will be your Stage 1, lasting a minimum of Three years, you will be presented tonight, along with justine...sissy justin...property of Mistress Olympia. Both of you will be participating in the Entertainment portion of our little Soiree this evening. Kind of a Girls Night Out. Make no mistake about it, sissiboi, My focus tonight will be to deeply Shame, Embarrass, Humiliate, and begin My final Emasculation of you. Then I am going to Sissify and Feminize you. And that starts tonight, leonard. There is no escape. Now, sissy, lower yourself as Femininely as you can, in your Pretty Bouffant ~Petticoats,~ onto the Pink and white velvet Settee. Remember to Smoothe your Pettis before you slowly take your seat. Curtsey first." Alex now was in complete charge, scrutinizing the sissy's every movement. "Your Pretty Painted fingernails should gently hold your Lacy Petticoat hems and your dip should be highly respectful. Women deserve...and We expect...a sissy boy's utmost respect. After all, YOU are the sissy. Weak, Effeminate, Pretty, and highly Envious of Our Beauty, Our ~Femininity,~ Our Dresses, and Our Power over you. Now, Curtsey like the weak pantywaist you are. That's it, GOOD boy, leonard. Now Lower yourself Femininely, careful not to wrinkle or scrunch your Petticoats. Oooooo! Listen to the delightful Rustling and Sweet Frou-frouing of your New Pettis, my weak little nancyboi," Alex exclaimed. "Now, spread your Petticoats while you slowly cross your sissy hairless legs. How sweeeeeet! Good gurl! Now, do not move while Miss Dylan gets Her clippers and cuts ALL if the Pretty hair on your head back to a very butch-like buzz cut." A horrified leonard's mouth opened, aghast at what was about to happen to him. "N...n...n...noooooooo...oh please......no......not that.....not my hair....everyone will know..." Tears were falling from the Pretty boi's eyes now. He was squirming on the UltraFeminine Settee. leonard's Full Lace Crinoline Petticoat hissing excitedly...as if now Taunting the hapless sissy. Alex smiled. Dylan was Laughing, also taunting the sissy. "Everyone will now WHAT, sissy? Hmmmmm..." Alex teased, while Dylan was quickly returning with a set of hair clippers and a Pink and White Chiffon and White Lace-Trimmed Full Cape. As Alex waited for Dylan to fasten leonard into the Feminine Chiffon and Lace Cape, and spread it over his Pettis, Alex asked leonard, "Everyone will know WHAT, sissy? Hmmmmm...?" leonard stuttered nervously..."Th...th...thattttt...thatt....that I am a...a...a...mmmmman." Alex and Dylan laughed, and mocked the weak sissy. "A WHAT!!!" Alex faced him, still Giggling, leaned over, grabbed leonard's weak little chin, looked him dead in his tear-stained eyes, and said incredulously, "A mAN!!!!! Surely you're NOT serious! Look at you!" Alex and Dylan were laughing hysterically. Alex replied, "If you're such a man.......leonard!"...Her voice dripping with sarcasm..."Then stop Me. Go ahead, little man, stop Me..."
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leonard froze. Alex let go of Her squeeze on the sissy's little chin. "Just as I thought leonard. You cry like maybe a six or seven year old little sissy boy, leonard. And as your Governess, I shall treat you as just that. A weak snivelling little pretty boy who needs the strong guidance of a young, Feminine, demanding Governess. A Woman who believes that naughty little boys like you, especially Pretty little boys, weak pantywaists, need strict discipline. Petticoat Discipline, leonard, to be exact. Now be Ms. Alexandria's obedient little girl, rest your sweet little hands in your sissy Petticoats, and Politely ask Miss Dylan to proceed so that I put you in your Frilly Blue Tulle Party Dress before you join us as one of Our very special Effeminate little VIP guests. One of Our new very Own Pretty bois about to be Frocked and Petticoated. Oh yes, my ~Feminine~ little "7-year-old" sissy boi, there is NO way I intend to let you pass tonight as a Femmy little Girl in Her Frilly little Party Dress. Oh no. you are to be Exposed. Now do it, sissy. Politely ask Ms. Dylan to give you the perfect buzz cut." leonard started to whimper again. More tears flowed. These Beautiful Feminine Women...so many of Them here tonight. And now he was about to be forced to join Them...fully Exposed as a Pretty Emasculated sissy for the first time. Then Alex suddenly lowered Herself onto the Feminine Settee, very close to leonard, and Femininely arranged the Skirt of Her Short Pink Floral Minidress, then Sweetly took Her long Feminine right hand and fingered the single layer of Her Own exposed ~Tulle,~ while She Femininely reached into Her Clutch Purse, removed a narrow Pink Tube of Her ~Lipstick~ with Her other hand. She removed the Gold cap, and rolled the Tube slowly until its ~frosted~ Pink tip was exposed...for leonard to see. The sissy's eyes widened. Playfully fingering the single dainty Ruffled white Tulle Petticoat of Her Short Dress, She teased leonard. Looking down at Her Dress, She asked Her sissy, "Do you like My Dress, sissy leonard? I noticed you looking at it when you saw Me for the first time. It's sooooo ~Feminine.~ Kind of Girly for Me, especially the little attached Petticoat. Slightly Ruffled. Permanently exposed. Why don't you ~touch~ it...feel it...while I apply some of My Lipstick. You know you want to, sissy. I ~dare~ you, My ~Petticoated~ playmate. Okay?"...
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Leonard was sadly mistaken if he thought the Shimmering Pink Lipstick was meant only for his Governess. Now the sweet Feminine floral scent of Her Perfume wafted in leonard's direction, exerting its own strong control over a now ~wilting~ sissy boy. leonard was weakening...overpowered by Alex's Femininity. Aiming the exposed Pink Lipstick directly at Her victim, Alex took Her other Feminine hand, gently took the sissy's Dainty right hand, and placed it strategically on Her single white layer of soft Tulle Petticoat peeking out from underneath Her Girly Minidress. "If you're a good little boy for Miss Alex, you may gently touch MY Petticoat...while I apply some Lipstick." She knew the weak-willed pansy would be unable to resist this temptation. he was in awe of Her. Of Her Feminine Beauty and the Mesmerizing effects it had on him. And when She ordered him to pucker his pretty little sissy lips, he did. With no hesitation at all. Quickly and skillfully, after showing Her pretty sissy how to blot, She told Dylan to forgo a buzz cut, "And leave just enough hair on the top to attach a "Pretty Pink Satin Bow. Make certain his hair is just short enough, however, so there is absolutely no doubt he is a Pretty boy...a sissy boi, of course. Leave NO doubt, Dylan." Now Alex signalled for Dylan to immediately begin Her elimination of the sissy's long Pretty ~girlish~ hair. "Wouldn't you like Me to apply some sweet Baby Blue ~Eyeshadow~ to match your Party Dress, leonard?" Then She added, "you're going to just love playing with ~makeup."~ And you DO want to impress the Ladies here tonight. Right? For your new Governess?..."
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" "If you're such a man.......leonard!"...Her voice dripping with sarcasm..."Then stop Me. Go ahead, little man, stop Me...""
...best line, ever!
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Alex squeezed closer to Her captive victim. She took Her long Feminine Painted Fingers and took leonard's weak...albeit reluctant(?) small right hand and invited it to touch and play with Her single Feminine layer of Ruffled White Petticoat. "Don't you just adore My little Petticoat, leinard? I wore this Dress just for you. I saw your greedy little sissy eyes focused on My Dress the moment you laid eyes on Me. I knew right then you belonged in ~Dresses.~ Besides, you're such a Pretty boi. Go ahead...feel My Tulle Petticoat. A single layer of Feminine White Tulle. Exposed. Just for you. Permanently exposed. Under My Pink Floral Minidress. I just LOVE being a Girl, leonard. I feel a sense of Power. A sense of control. You envy My ~Femininity,~ don't you? You just adore My Pretty Dresses. My Makeup.....Speaking of Makeup, let's give my pretty little sissy boi some Baby Blue Frosted Eyeshadow to match his Frilly Party Dress. Surely, my little...man...you are
not going to resist your Governess, are you?" Alex held leonard's little Feminine fingers and "forced" them to toy with Her White Tulle. "This is soooo much fun, isn't it, pretty boy?" Grabbing a small Eyeshadow Palette from Her Feminine Clutch, Alex moved quickly. "Always remember, pretty boy, your Eyeshadow should always match your Dress. Opening the Palette, She ordered leonard to hold it for Her while She took the small Feminine Brush and dusted the sissy's lids with Shimmering Baby Blue Powder. "There!" She exclaimed Girlishly. "Very Pretty!!! "Now...how about some ~Blush,~ sissy. Hmmmmm...?"
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The sissy was mesmerized. Alex moved in for the kill. "I think it's sweet that you have been watching ~Makeup~ tutorials on Tik Tok. Ohhhh yes, Lolita and I know ALL about your search history, leonard. As a matter of fact, just a few nights ago you were up all night...my, my, my...and you seemed to have an affinity for ~Blush.~ That's soooo Sweet! Does the thought of your very own Pretty ~Fluffy Blush Brush~ make you ~blush?~ Hmmmm..." Alex giggled. Quickly, leonard's new Governess retrieved a Pale Pink and Gold-handle Blush ~Brush~ from Her Feminine Clutch as well as a Pretty Palette of Pink Powder. She took Her Pale Pink tipped Fluffy White Brush and pointed it directly at Her Pretty boy, "Now, Daintily close your Eyeshadow Palette and hand it to Me." ~Click.~ The sissy's shaking Painted fingers nervously closed the Palette and Alex set it aside. "This will go in your Pretty little Purse." The sissy gulped, his face reddening. A quizzical look on his Pretty face. "Oh, don't look so surprised, sissy boi. Of course, you will be carrying your own Pretty Purse tonight. ALL REAL SISSIES Carry Pretty little Purses, leonard. And I expect your right wrist to remain ~limp~...all night. Like a true sissy. Don't look so surprised, either, Pretty boi. YOU will be all ~~limp-wristed~~ tonight for the Women, in your Pretty Baby Blue ~Tulle Minidress~...with Oodles of Stiff ~~~Lacy~~~ Petticoats, Swishing and Rustling, as you daintily meet your new fate tonight. A constant reminder of your New ~~~Petticoated~~~ status. The audacity to think of yourself as a..." Alex Laughed. "a 'man?' Oh noooo. Not a chance. Not ever. Not with these Women. Not with ~L~olita. And certainly NOT with Me." Pointing Her Femmy Blush Brush at Her victim(?), Alex handed leonard a small Palette of Pink Powder and ordered him to hold it for Her. Dipping the Beautiful ~~UltraFeminine~~ Brush into the Powder, She Femininely swirled it in the Pretty Pink, tapped it, pointed It at leonard, and ordered him not to move. As she skillfully applied the Pretty Pink Powder to his cheeks, She asked him in Her Girliest, most ~Feminine~ voice yet. "Does the Makeup make you feel Pretty, sissy?" She laughed. "You're much too Pretty...and far too Effeminate...'leonard'..." Sarcasm dripping from Her Lipsticked mouth..."Ever to be considered...a...'boy'...Of course, you're not a 'real boy,' are you leonard? Ohhh noooo. Were you a 'Mommy's Little boy,' perhaps? Scared of the Pretty Girls who made fun of you? Running home to Mummy and crying? I bet you were." Alex swirled the Feminine Brush in the Pretty Pink Powder again, laughing. "Did those mean Girls call you names? Call you a sissy? I mean you certainly weren't a boy!" As Alex finished applying ~Blush~ to Her little Pretty little charge's Pretty face, She ordered him to close the Palette of Pretty Pink Powder. ~Click.~ She took the Palette and set it aside. She aimed the Femmy Brush at him and curtly remarked again. "No, leonard. You were never a real boy. A girly-boy...perhaps. On the other hand, I was once a ~Tomboy~ who teased those pretty, weak little sissy boys who ran home crying to their Mummies. And then I was ~~Petticoated.~~" Setting the Palette of Blush and the Beautiful Pink and White Brush aside, Alex smiled, "These will be ~permanent~ fixtures in your Pretty sissy Purse, too...Now let's get you into your New ~Party Dress~..."
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Nice slow torment of the sissy whether with a wig or brush cut they would know Leonard is a sissy
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It was time. The buzz cut had left only one single thick ponytail and as soon as Dylan had removed the cape from the Petticoated sissy, Alex invited leonard to look in the large lighted Makeup mirror above the small Femininely appointed vanity. As the defeated pretty boi gasped at the ~Feminized~ boy looking back at him, Alex and Dylan laughed while poor pitiful Petticoated leonard buried his Pretty sissified face in his cute little hands. "Don't you dare ruin your ~makeup,~ sissy," Alex warned. "Now let's get you into your Pretty Party Dress. I can't wait to see My new little sissy charge all Frocked and ~Petticoated~ for the Ladies tonight. Now...slowly stand up, ~fluff~ Your Pettis, give Miss Dylan and Me your best Feminine Curtsey, and ask Me to 'Pretty please, help you into your Pretty New Party Dress so you can look your Sissy best. Go ahead, fluff your Pettis, sissy." leonard slowly rose to face his Tormentors, his Beautifully Feminized face betrayed by his Butch haircut, save for the thick ponytail. Alex had a smirk on Her Beautiful and ever so slightly Tomboyish mesmerizing face while Dylan smiled at the sissy's acquiescence. It was total obedience, albeit his Feminized face flushed with deep Shame. His fleeting masculinity betrayed. Taking his Pretty PaInted fingernails, leonard ~fluffed~ the Lacy Layers of Stiffly Starched Crinoline Net and ~Lace.~ The frou frouing created a musical moment to his impending frocking. After several moments, he was reminded to Curtsey and ask the two Beautiful Women to help him into his very first Frilly UltraFeminine Satin and Tulle Petticoated Minidress...
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Looking forward to seeing what the ladies have instore for the 2 sissies tonight. Sounds frightful for the sissies but fun for the ladies
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Meanwhile, the devious and ever controlling Madame Chadwick still "entertained" delightfully wicked thoughts of "re-training" and ~Petticoating~ Her own Daughter, Alex. Smiling to Herself, seductively biting Her lower lip, Madame wondered for a moment...
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Madame Chadwick elegantly and deliberately navigated Her way thru throngs of Beautiful, Feminine and very Powerful Women all gathered here on the expansive and ~Private~ estate of Dr. JENNIFER HAYNES for "Petticoat Playtime," the portion of entertainment this very exclusive and ultra-private society of Women fortunate enough to claim membership so thoroughly enjoyed. The total shame and Subjugation of ultra-rich trust fund sissies, many with a history of naughtiness and debauchery, who had been singled out for entrapment and Permanent ~Feminization.~ Tonight, Madame Chadwick was the producer, choreographer, and Director of this little Soiree. And Madame Chadwick was BEAUTIFUL tonight. Because She chose to be. DOMINANT? Absolutely. She had just changed into Her breathtakingly ~Feminine~ knee-length White ~Chiffon~ Dress, which did little to conceal Her White French ~Lace~ Satin Full Slip. The hem of this Gorgeous Feminine Dress was finished in SIX inches of White Floral Lace. And Her Lace was on full display tonight for two particular Effeminate Pantywaists, sissy justin and sissy leonard. Tonight, on rare display, HER LACE WAS HER FEMININE POWER, and She intended to use it. But first, as Madame quickly greeted and femininely kissed Her many fans, Her attention led Her to that hidden away, small intimate Powder Room beyond the larger one where Sissy justine had just been the VIP Guest (sissy) of Honor for twelve Beautiful Women attending a private ~Makeup~ Party, sponsored by Goddess Olympia, who had demanded that Her Pretty Little Pantywaist join the Feminone merriment as a PETTICOATED SISSY MAID. It was quite the scene as justin*e was taunted and teased by the Feminine Women while They "forced" him to hold Their Makeups, Brushes, and Lipsticks as they played with the sissy's stiff ~lace~ Petticoats, while laughing and mocking his "overt effeminacy." The deliberately and purposeful click clicking of Madame Chadwick's 5-inch Stilettos across the marble floor of the Powder Room signalled Her ominous approach. As She entered the small Feminine intimate Powder Room, Alex and Dylan immediately and very respectfully ~~Curtsied.~~ sissy leonard did not. sissy leonard's greedy little sissy eyes were focused on Madame's ~Lace.~ he just froze. Alexandria swallowed hard. Why, oh why, didn't the pretty pantywaist Curtsey? She was in trouble and She knew it...
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Rarely had the Beutiful Madame Chadwick ~Dress~ed so ~Femininely~ for an occasion. And when She did, it was usually for one of those highly entertaining and extremely ~Humiliating~ evenings of "~Petticoat Playtime.-Standing directly in front of leonard, "Madame stared down at the frightened little man. She took notice of his greedy little sissy eyes now transfixed on Her Stunning Short White Chiffon
Party Dress. And what She had underneath her Feminine Frock. "Does My pretty little sissyboi like My Dress? White Chiffon? I only wear Chiffon for special little pretty boys. Only the most ~Effeminate~ ones. The ones I know I can control. And when I wear my laciest lingerie underneath my sheer Dress, it reminds THEM that I am firmly in control. And it should remind you, My dear little pretty sissyboi, that I am in conthol of you. Always. My ~Femininity~ RULES, leonard. Always. And I am here to ~Personally~ get you into your first Pretty Little Party Dress, in your size. With Oodles of Stiff Rustling Net ~Lace~ Pettioats.
This evening's latest very special group of "sissy boi inductees" into our exclusive club are quite petite and very ~effeminate.~ Beautifully ~ feminine~ facial features. Just like you, my special little pretty boi. Now...my sweet...pretty...weak...Effeminate sissy boi, hold out the Lacy Hems of yOUR Rustling Petticoats, using the tips of your pretty pink fingernails. That's it. Go ahead. Caress the hems of your Lace Pettis. All sweet and Sibilantly Rustling. Touch your Lace...Caress it. That's my good little obedient pretty boi. Now, leonard, Swish your Petticoats . Play with your ~L~ace Petticoats while my Daughter and I confer about the Dress choices for you tonight."...😂
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~~Elegantly~ and ~Femininely,~ Madame Chadwick was about to take charge of pretty, little, and highly ~Effeminate~ leonard. Alex and Antoinette even ~Curtseyed~ to Madame Chadwick again, when She had stopped...directly in front of poor leonard. his greedy little eyes feasted themselves on Madame Chadwick's ~~Lace.~~ She was bathed in White Lace Underneath Her Sheer White Chiffon Dress. When She finally arrived to face leonard, She towered over the sissy so much that Madame's White Satin and Lace Full Slip already had the sissy in a trance. "So, little miss leonard, do you 'approve' of my Lacy Frilly undies that I am wearing for tonight's festivities? Are you already wondering if Madame's Bra is as Lacy as the Bodice of Her Satin Slip? Well, I can answer that question for you, leonard. My Bra is Lacier. My Bra helps Me to control you, leonard. My Bra symbolizes Femininity and Power. She then held up a black leather belt. "Be careful, leonard. I Love My Lace, young man, but I use this occasionally." Her Cherry Red Fingernails caressed the thin lashes of the stinging mini whip. "Once you feel the sting of my rather femininely styled whip, leonard, it seems to leave a lasting memory. Hopefully I won't need to use it too many times on your cute little bottom. Also remember I have the Pale Pink Wooden Paddle here tonight, too...
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Madame moved closer to leonard. One small step forward, openly taunting and challenging the sissy to resist Her. And then, slowly and purposely, Madame Chadwick takes one small step closer to leonard. " After taking that one step closer to the cowering little man, Madame stopped. "MY oh my, MY pretty effeminate little man. What have you gotten yourself into here tonight? Hmmmm...Well, you're extremely wealthy, for now. Most of that you already signed over to us.You ARE very ~pretty,~ you must admit, in a boyish sort of way. Definitely submissive, you are terrified of Assertive Feminine Women. Your search history is very naughty, leonard. FEMINIZATION, FORCED FEMINIZATION, SISSIFICATION, LIPSTICK, EYE SHADOW BLUSH, MAKEUP, MAKEUP BRUSHES , LIPSTICK, LIP GLOSS, MASCARA...She paused, looked down disdainfully at Her latest victim and added, "And then there's ~PETTICOATING. PETTICOAT DISCIPLINE. PETTICOAT PUNISHMENT.~ You've searched them all, haven't you, sissy boy? You need to know something about Us, leonard. You are our very special VIP guest tonight. And WE, ~~ALWAYS~~ ~Petticoat the ~sweet~ effeminate pretty boys who are attending as Our VIP Guests. We IMMEDIATELY ~Petticoat~ Our VIP Guests. You, leonard, should be perfect for the roles you will be playing tonight. One role is that of a sissy boy,.who fears he is about to be ~Petticoated,~ standing perfectly still, and his eyes intensely watching, almost studying the every movement of another recently~Petticoated~ sissy, carefully...and ~Femininely~ demonstrating how to serve Tea to the Ladies while wearing his Frilliest Little-Girl Style Frilly Party Dress, resplendent with frothy rustling Lace Petticoats and a full White Satin and Lace Pinafore. Three-inch White Mary Janes adorn his tiny little feet. You will play the role of the little sissy boi watching the Petticoated sissy practicing exactly how to serve tea in a Frilly Lace and Satin Party Dress. YOU will be wearing an adorable little Pale Pink Velvet Lord Fauntleroy sissy suit with adorable splashes of White Lace everywhere and Frilled White Lace Bloomers. Four inches of Exposed Ruffled White Lace, ending just above your little knees. I will be the Lead Actor in my Dior Dress. The sissy must serve me, in this Dress, a cup of tea without spilling a drop. When this first little vignette concludes, there will be a brief intermission before our Main Attraction. Tonight a little sissy boi, you, leonard, are being forced to accompany your Evil but Stunningly Beautiful and Powerfully Feminine Stepmother to a very private and ~Exclusive Dress Shop.~ You, leonard, will be dressed still in your Sweet Little Pink Velvet Lord Fauntleroy Suit, accompanied by your Governess. When you first enter the Dress Shop, ALL you see on every side of you is DRESSES. DRESSES. DRESSES. FRILLY! VERY FRILLY. For school-age girls of the late 50's Party Dresses. ALL Party Dresses. Short. ~Frilly.~ Girly. In a connected building hidden in the back, this Exquisitely Girly Boutique also has "PETTICOAT PLAYLAND." You will be on stage playing the role of the Pretty Effeminate sissy about to be thrust into the Dainty and Feminine confines of PETTICOAT PLAYLAND...
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Enjoying this story - but is anything missing between #333 and #348 ?????
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Madame Chadwick Elegantly stood in front of this frightened little boy(man). "Congratulations, My pretty little sissyboi, on your permanent induction into Our exclusive Girls Club. Very few sweet little effeminate girlybois ever meet Our standards. Beauty and Effeminacy are Our priorities, leonard. And you and sissy justin meet our Group's standards and now we want to invite you and sissy justin to Our enchanting evening of "Petticoat Playhouse," our exclusive night of Sweet Feminine vignettes featuring effeminate pretty bois portraying the roles of sweet little sissy victims of Forced Petticoating and Feminization. Very quickly, they become ensnared in the firm but Feminine Hands of a highly secret Society of very Beautiful Women with a very strong "interest" in Sissification, with a heavy dose of Petticoating. "Petticoat Playhouse" gives our pretty little effeminate guests, just like you and sissy justin, an opportunity to show the Ladies here tonight your delightful acting skills." Madame then grabbed leonard's little chin, held it in place and giggled, "Our first vignette features the story of a very pretty and quite ~effeminate~ little boy who is being dragged by a Powerful and strikingly Beautiful Woman to his impending fate within the UltraFeminine confines of the Girly Dress Shop, dragging the haplessly weak, and weak-willed, pretty boy quickly to the Ornate Entrance of a Very Feminine Dress Shoppe from the late-1950''s. The desperate little man-child is begging, pleading, 'Oh no. Please don't, Auntie. This is a Dress Shop for Little Girls.. ~Prissy Little Girls, especially. "Please...puhleeeeeze don't make me go in there. Please, Auntie!" "Yes, my Sweet boy. A Dress Shop For Girls," She repeats. "Girly girls who simply love wearing their Frilly Party Dresses. And those darling stiff lace Petticoats are everywhere, too, sissy boy.. They are everywhere! You'll pass tables of Frilly and Ultralacy Satin ~Rhumba Panties~ until you are forced to..." (More Coming Soon)
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"Yes, my dear sweet good little sissy. Yes. You will play the role of the poor effeminate and very pretty Stepmother's sweet little sissy stepson. you worship Her. You worship Her Beauty, Her Femininity, and Her Absolute ~Power~ over you. And despite your sweet little desperate pleas about not really wanting to be Emasculated and ~Feminized.~ But it's too late for any of that, isn't it, leonard? Awwwwww...Your little arm is starting to hurt as your Beautiful StepMommy is dragging you faster and faster into the Highly UltraFeminine Ambiance of this particular Dress Shop. As you enter thru the ornate doors of this Overwhelming Feminine...and ~Feminizing~ sissy Trap. This poor desperate boy, his masculinity now about to be stripped away in front of all of Our Beautiful Club Members. The Petticoats, the Lace, the Satin, the Frilly Party Dresses surround you. The Proprietress of the Dress Shop runs up to greet you and now you are being pulled all the way inside. Now you are faced with the reality that it was, indeed, your ~effeminacy~ and your Very Pretty Face. A pretty boi. Your Stepmother forces you to try on one Frilly Dress after another. And you never try to stop Her. Because you can't. You're too scared. You're a pathetic prettyboy pantywaist and you are about to try on Very Frilly, Prissy, Lacy, and Girly Party Dresses suited for very special Little boys. Sissi bois. The really pretty and already ~Effeminate~ sissy bois, especially. Are you going to finally try to prove your masculinity by resisting Me tonight, leonard?.Or will you go willingly? I wonder...your very last chance to rescue your vanishing masculinity...what's left of it. Or will you willingly model ~EVERY~ Frilly Little Dress for me that I put you in. You see, leonard, you WILL model Party Dresses for Us tonight while the members critique your ~Femininity.~."... (More to come...)
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And now the Stunning, Strikingly ~Feminine~ sissycrushing Madame began Her final verbal assault on whatever remnants of masculinity leonard was desperately clinging to now. "Oh yes, My Pretty effeminate sissy boy, I have several very effeminate Satin and Lace Party Dresses for you to try on for Me before I decide which one you will be wearing for ALL of Us tonight. You DO know that I've always believed when it comes to really Pretty AND effeminate little sissy bois, such as yourself, leonard, that I'm putting you in Dresses right away. I'm not even hesitating. My Pretty little sissy boi who Stepmummy wants in Dresses...really Frilly Dresses. Now that I have you in your Petticoats, I want you in Dresses...Frilly Dresses...every day. Or in a short Pale Pink Satin and White Lace French Maid's Uniform of the Finest English Bridal Satin. ALWAYS with cloud after cloud after cloud of Stiff Pink Tulle and Stiff White Crinoline Lace Petticoats displaying Themselves prominently..." back soon
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Madame Chadwick directed Her attention to Alex. "Which Dress have you chosen for our pretty little pantywaist's debut tonight, my Dear?" Alex curtsied before answering Madame, "The baby blue Silk Satin Minidress, with a layer of baby blue Tulle overlay, Madame." "Is it the Very Full-Skirted one with the Pretty Baby Blue Flower and Lace overlay, my Dear?" Alex curtsied again. "Yes, Madame. It is short...definitely a minidress, midthigh, with attached Net Crinoline Petticoats. The skirt is VERY full. And three-quarter length puffed sleeves, Madame." Madame nodded and asked, "How many Petticoats will the sissy be wearing?" Alex curtsied again, "Two, Madame. Very Full. White Net Crinoline, each five tiers, and very Lacy Hems along floral Lace Overlay on the outer Petti." "Shoes?" Madame continued. Alex curtsied yet again, "Matching baby blue slingbacks, with spiked 4-inch Heels." Madame laughed. "Stockings?" Alex curtsied, "Pale White, Madame, with Exquisite White Lace at the tops." Madame nodded Her approval. "Are those the ~Petticoats~ Dylan modelled for the sissy while he was caged? And, of course, the one with the carefully hidden layers of Pink Tulle?" Alex curtsied, "Yes, Madame." "Excellent choices, my Dear. Excellent." Madame thought for a moment, looked down at the frightened sissy, squeezed his chin, looked back at Alex, and said to leonard, "My Dear boy, I have a special trest for you tonight. How would you like a crisp new three-tier white Taffeta ~Petticoat~ to wear under all of your other ~Petticoats~ beneath your Frilly minidress tonight? Have you ever worn Taffeta before? It has this unmistakable ~Swish~ and ~Rustle~ which has a decidedly ~Emasculating~ effect on pretty little isssybois...especially when they are being ~~Petticoated~• for the very first time. You cannot make a single move in your Party Dress without that musical Rustling and Swishing of your Taffeta Pettis. You WILL wear one especially for the Ladies tonight, won't you, my dear? It's Feminizing effects on a sissy's fledgling masculinity can be quite humiliating...and quite ~arousing,~ too," She teased and taunted. All leonard could do was swallow hard, his eyes full of fear, unable to utter a word. "There! That's settled!" Then Madame Chadwick directed Her attention to Alex, "As for you, my Dear, while I ~Petticoat~ leonard, you may be excused to put on Your new Dress...one I have chosen ~especially~ just for YOU..."
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sissyboy1212: The Gold Standard for this site. ~~~petticoated~~~