PETTICOATED!

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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..."