Leighton said nothing. He(?) was too stung by Dorian's sudden verbal assault on his(?) own fledgling masculinity(?). And Emily had done nothing to defend Her soon-to-be little sissy boifriend. "~Curtsey~ and sign each doc-ument, Allison." Dorian ordered. "My pretty little ~Petticoated~ Sissy Maid." And in a flash, the contract was signed. And when Allen (now "Allison") attempted ti read the "small print,' Dorian dismissively told him(?) not to worry about "such trivial legal mumbo jumbo. We need to get you into your ~Petticoats.~ That's My sweet little sissy. NOW...Curtsey and BEG Me to gently take your ~Petti~ and ~Petticoat~ yourself. Go ahead. 'She's' waiting," Dorian referred to the Magnificent Petticoat in the Feminine pronoun. In a final act of desperation, Allen(?) looked pleadingly...again...at the only other male(?), aka leighton, in the room. In response, Emily, in Her Short White Multitiered Tulle and White Lace Corset ~Minidress,~ moved quickly to join leighton on the sofa. Carefully placing Her right hand under Her own multitiered white ~Tulle~ Pettiskirts and smoothing Them out, She lowered Herself right next to leighton and quickly allowed Her Minidress to generously spread its multilayers of snow white rustling ~Tulle~ all over little leighton's lap....

Leighton's pretty little eyes widened when he(?) heard the word "Pageant," too. She stood authoritativley and stared directly at little leighton as Emily and Allen(Allison) watched Dorian while She taunted leighton. "leighton, would you let Emily steal your masculinity, or what's left of it tonight, Hmmmmm??? You see, leighton, Emily's ready to find Herself Her own Pretty Little Girlyboi. Effeminate, Very Pretty, Addicted to Frilly Little Girls Party Dresses, UltraFeminine Sissiffication Petticoats, Lace, Lipstick, Makeup...you know, leighton," Dorian said matter-of-factly, adding, "And once Allison's Petticoating begins, you may find yourself in Petticoats, too, if you misbehave." Dorian continued, "Your Pretty White Bridal Satin Pouch, with all of that  Ruffled White Lace in a Lacy Thong Design is just ~perfect~ for your little buddy. It's adorable! Ohhhhh yes, leighton, I know ALL about your Lacy Little Pouch. Of course, if I had been in charge of you tonight, you'd be wearing the pouch with the Pink Bow. Emily and I WILL be checking for dryness down there. If you are naughty, however, you could find yourself in Petticoats tonight, too..."

Leighton stared directly at Allen, his greedy little eyes focused on Dorian's brand New Sissy Plaything. The Mini Skirt-Suited Tall Blonde, resplendent in Her 5-inch Lououtins, was tapping Her Louboutins impatiently as the seconds passed, both of Her Perfectly Manicured Hands also impatienly in Her Miniskirted front Pockets (with just a subtle hint of 'masculinity,') further accentuating Her Total Dominance over him(?), and now just starting the process To actually watch the pretty ~Effeminate~ and quite pretty little sissy boi, Petticoat~ himself(?). And make him(?) ~BEG~ for that ~privilege.~ How utterly Humiliating (Tantalizing for Others) that two Young, Highly Successful, Beautiful, Dominant, and ULTRAFeminine Women were about to rapidly accelerate Allison's Feminization as They would now really be utilizing their ULTRAFemininity . Dorian, Her Beautifully Manicured Red Fingers hiding in the Front Pockets of Her Miniskirted Suit, Clearly a Show of Superiority. And when ten more seconds had passed, Emily's Short White Tulle Petticoats Rustled excitingly as they literally(and figuratively) broke almost one minute of total silence in the living room area. Then Emily handed what looked like some kind of paperwork into Dorian's outstretched right hand, Her Red Nail Polish Shining as Dorian took a  Pink pen from Emily and handed the Pen to Allen, "Sooooo...Sissy Allison, are you going to accept My offer of employment? Remember to curtsey before answering Me," Dorian ordered. Allen threw a final quick pleading eye to leighton for help to stop this from happening.  After all, Allen tried to reason: Leighton was a male. Well, sort of. Certainly he'll try to stop this. Yet deep down, Allen knew that had no chance of happening. Then Dorian laughed, "I saw you sneak a pleading glimpse over at leighton. Perhaps pleading for his(?) help?"  Dorian scoffed, glaring at leighton. "You've got to be kidding, Allen. I mean...!" Dorian laughed mockingly. "Actually I see the two of you competing against each other in ~sissy Pageants~ together." leighton's eyes widened like large saucers when he heard the word "Pageant." Laughingly, Dorian added, "In the ~~Petticoated Juvenile Party Dress Division.~~...

Chapter 226.

They emerged at a quarter to two, feeling much more relaxed – and hungry.  They quickly unlocked the door, and stuffed the rest of the sandwiches.  Ellie knocked at five to.
“Come in.”
“Next two in the waiting-room.  Cassie and Freya.  Ready?”
They grinned and nodded.
She peered at them.  They looked like two cats who had found the cream.  What were they up to?  “You two look pleased with yourselves,” she said, suspiciously
“We ‘ad some big tips today,” grinned Tim.
“Oh, I see.”  She regarded them for a moment, but their smiles were impenetrable.  “Well, off you go, then.  See me before you leave, unless
”
“Oh, yeah, we’ll be staying here again tonight,” said Bobby.
“Okay.  Cool.  I’ll see you in the morning in that case.”

The afternoon was a cinch.  By six they had showered and changed.  They had decided they would treat themselves to a meal and a drink in the local.  They were just putting on their hoodies when there was a tap on the door.  Bobby opened it.
“Oh
hi
  It’s us.  We were wondering if you were free
”
“Er
come in
”
In walked two of the grooms – but not in their work clothes, but smartly dressed in shirts, jackets, jeans, and boots.
“Tim
  These are the girls I mentioned.  This is my mate Tim.”
“Hi
”
“Hi
  I’m Jessica, and this is May
”
Jessica was a pretty blonde, slim with pale blue eyes and a ponytail, looking slightly nervous.  May was her opposite, dark-skinned with bold brown eyes, dark eyebrows and a broad forehead, her hair thick and wiry.
“We’re going out for a drink,” grinned May.  “Wondered if
”
“So were we,” said Bobby.  “Let’s go together.  Yes, Tim?”
“Sure!  Why not?  Where were you thinking of
?”
“There’s a great pub down the road in South Kennett.  We can get a bus if we hurry.”
“Okay.  Let’s go, guys
”

It proved an unusually relaxed and enjoyable first date.  Tim paired up with Jessica, Bobby with May, in the most natural way.  There was one temporary moment of embarrassment.
“Guys
” began May, “I wanted to ask you
”  She glanced nervously at Jessica.
“Yes?” said Bobby.
“Those outfits you wear
  Don’t you feel the teeniest bit self-conscious?  I mean, they’re so gay
”
Tim just turned red and had the good sense to leave it to Bobby to respond.  Bobby would know what to say.  Of course he did.  He just turned it into a joke.
“Well, didn’t you know, darlings,” he said, assuming the campest voice he could, “we’re both absolutely rabid gays?  Gay as rainbow-coloured kites, that’s us!”  He laughed, and resumed his normal voice.  “Sometimes we feel silly, but it goes with the job.  Miss Poole compensates us handsomely for the drawbacks.  And when you know us better, you’ll find out we’ll do anything for money!”
Tim gave him a look.  That wasn’t far from the truth, all right.
“But why
  Why does she want you to wear that stuff?  I don’t get it.”
“She probably thinks it’ll attract more customers,” said Jessica.  “Or she may just like fetishy stuff herself.  That’s what some of the girls say.  Anyway, I don’t mind – as long as you don’t wear it when you’re out with us!”
“Oh, can’t we, Jessica?” said Tim, feigning disappointment.
“No, Tim.  But if you want to dress in your tiny little rubber pants indoors, that’s another matter!”
“Ooh, naughty
” laughed May.  “But truly, guys – do you think some of your customers just come for that?”
“Some of the older women, definitely,” nodded Tim.  “I don’t mind.  If they find it sexy
”
“You’re sexy enough without it
” said Jessica, with a meaningful look.
They missed the last bus back, and had to walk.  There was a good deal of snogging on the way, and they didn’t get back to Pitt’s Wood till nearly one.  But they still had enough energy to be noisy and boisterous coming down the track.  They went straight to the boys’ apartment, where they sat around talking till nearly five in the morning.  The girls slept in Bobby’s room, and for the second time that day Bobby lay down next to Tim.  So far there was nothing more serious than sharing an enjoyable evening.  But all four of them felt that, even if nothing else happened, they had made some great new friends.

By the time the boys awoke, the girls, who started at eight on Saturdays, had gone.
“Last night was fun,” said Tim.  “Those two are really great company.”
“We’re so slow, Tim.  They actually asked us out.  Maybe they’re right – may we are gay.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“No
  I forgot to say
  Who came first yesterday?  Who?”
“Shuddup, Bobby.  I dunno what you was doin’ exackly
  You sure know ‘ow to touch it
  Guess you’ve ‘ad a lot more practice than me
”
“No excuses, Tim.  I turned you on, right?”
“No
”
“Oh, it was just premature ejaculation, was it?”
Tim aimed a punch, which Bobby dodged, laughing.  But Tim wasn’t laughing.  He looked serious.
“You really wanna know why?”
“Why what?”
“Why I couldn’t help c-umming.  I’ll tell you.  Cos you’re so much like a girl.  True, that’s it.  It feels like I’m with a girl.  Look at you.  You’re so pretty, wiv all that blonde hair an’ everyfing.  You got little freckles, an’ a sorta rosebud mouf.   An’ I swear you’re growing little titties.  I could feel ‘em!  You on hormones of sumfink?  All you need is a cute little dress
”
Bobby had turned bright red.  He couldn’t look Tim in the eye.
“So
  Y-you’re saying you fancy me
?”
“Sometimes, yes.  It ain’t my fault, though
”
Flustered, Bobby got up and disappeared into the kitchen.
“That’s ridiculous,” he called back, dabbing cold water on his burning cheeks.  “Look, we need to get out of here.  I’ll make breakfast.  Let’s eat and go see what the girls are up to
”
“It’s true, though,” Tim muttered under his breath.

Chapter 224.

Friday morning, eight-forty-five.  Bobby in a nervous state, Timothy, as a consequence, also a little anxious.
“So you really can’t guess who it might be?”
“I told you.  I don’t know.  Ellie won’t say.  Could be Magda and Zeta – that would be great.  Worst case – it’s Diana Murchison and Eleanor Bowditch.  If it is them – it may not be – just make sure you do everything they say.  Don’t hold back.”
“Why are they
?”
“Don’t ask.  They’d just love to get the pair of us at their mercy.  God knows
  Shh!  Someone’s coming in.  Let me peek
  What?  What the
?  Ellie’s locked the door!  That
.  Wait.  Listen.  I can hear voices
”
Ellie’s voice was muffled, but she could be heard saying, “Ladies
  Welcome.  Let me show you into the waiting-room.  The boys will be out directly
  Yes, it is, isn’t it
  I know
  So well designed
”  Her voice faded away as they passed out of the corridor.
“Well?”
“Couldn’t hear
  Shit!  Anyway, we’ll soon find out.”

Ellie unlocked the door.  “They’re waiting.  Get moving.”
“So who is it?”
“Go and find out, stupid!”
“Thanks for nothing.  Lucky for you I didn’t smell any roses as I got dressed this morning.  Yes, we’ve sussed you out.”

Bobby took the lead.  Could it be Magda and Zeta?  That would be a treat.  He took a deep breath, and pushed open the door.  At once his heart sank.  His two least favourite women, sitting side by side, looking at them with ill-disguised voracious delight.
“Good morning Bobby,” simpered Diana.  “And this must be Timmy?”
“Good morning madam,” replied Timothy, dutifully.
Bobby had no choice.  He had to pretend to be pleased to see them, in the hope they wouldn’t take too many liberties, or give Miss Poole a bad report.  He bowed slightly.  “Tim, this is Miss Murchison and Miss Bowditch.  Ladies, yes this is Tim – Timmy, I mean.  We’re at your service, ladies.”
“How delightful!” simpered Eleanor.  “What lovely uniforms!  Don’t you think so, Diana?”
“Very suitable.”  She regarded them for a moment with a predator-like gaze.  “Come closer, boys.  Let us get a better look at Cynthia’s wonderful tailoring.”

The ladies couldn’t have been more pleased with the boys’ appearance. Bobby had muscled up since their last meeting, and his friend was at least a match for him.  They kept them standing there in front of them for a minute or two, eating them alive with their eyes, while the boys fidgeted awkwardly, cheeks reddening.  They might as well have been young colts at an auction.  Their visit wasn’t merely a whim, or a pleasant distraction.  It was the first move in a long-term strategy.  The were part of a small circle of friends, those same friends that attended Diana’s party in the Pitt’s Wood committee room – Tracey, Cheryl, Danielle, and Polly – with a particular hobby.  They held occasional wild parties, a sort of rebellion against their maturity, at which some sort of libidinousness was de rigueur.  They had been wanting for some time to involve Barbara, Kaiya and Chantal – but Polly was resisting sacrificing her daughter to her friends’ lustfulness.  When the boot boy idea was first mooted, they saw the possibilities at once.  And now Bobby and Timothy had been pencilled in for their December bash.

“Oh, Miss Murchison
  Do you know Cynthia, then?” asked Bobby, to break the apparent impasse.
“Yes.  We just met.  Talented woman.  Wonderful imagination.  Bobby, come to me
  Yes
.”
He moved forward a few inches.
“Closer.”
She extended a hand and stroked the side of his pants.  Bobby suppressed a shiver.
“Such quality.  Feel that latex, Eleanor.”
But Eleanor was already leaning forward, running her fingers down Timothy’s flank.
“Exquisite
”
Diana gave Bobby her idea of a playful pinch on his bare thigh, making him flinch.
“Shall we have a few snaps – while they’re still fresh?”
That didn’t sound very promising.
“Good idea, Diana.”
“Right.  Go stand in the middle of the room boys.  Side by side.”  Out came the phones.  “Smile
”
It was just like the day before, with Bethany and Natasha.  It was clear to the boys that they were going to have to put up with a lot of this.  Still, it was easier than cleaning boots


They were photographed separately and together, in every humiliating pose they could imagine.  But then things got a bit more intimate.
“Hold hands, boys
  Smile
  You two have known each other a long time, haven’t you?  No, stay holding hands please.  Haven’t you?”
“Some years, yes, Miss Murchison,” ventured Tim.
“You must be very good friends
”
“Er
yes
”
“Very close
”
They nodded.
“Put your arms around each other.”
“Sorry?”
“Your arms, boy
”
“Oh
yes
”
“Now
cuddle a little.  Go on – don’t be so shy
”
They cuddled.  Timothy, the more intimidated and awkward of the two, cuddled Bobby rather more energetically, pulling Bobby against him until their torsos were pressed together and their heads side by side.
“You trying to suffocate me?” hissed Bobby in his friend’s ear.
“You told me not to hold back,” whispered Timothy.
“And don’t blow in my ear
”
“That’s lovely, boys!  No, stay like that
  Eleanor, could you show them what we want?”
“Of course.”
Eleanor rose and approached the affecting tableau.  She began adjusting their poses.
“Timmy
put your hands lower on Bobby’s back
right down
yes, on his bottom
good.  Hold him tight.  Bobby, you do the same
  No, there, silly
  That’s better.  Now, heads back a little
look into each other’s eyes
rub noses
  That’s a kiss in Eskimo, you know.”
For a moment Bobby thought of protesting.  But he quickly rejected the idea.  They couldn’t afford to antagonise these two; the consequences would catastrophic.  He had been over this in his mind enough times.  On the one hand, punishment, worse humiliation, possibly public; on the other all that - plus losing their jobs and the money that both wanted so much, and which they could never obtain elsewhere.
“Good, that’s better,” said Diana, switching to video.  “Thank you Eleanor.  Now, without moving your feet from the spot, pretend to be dancing.  Go on.  Bend your upper bodies, sway your hips
and whisper sweet nothings, if you wish.  Excellent.”
The boys reluctantly followed their instructions.  Timmy, who wasn’t endowed with a lot of natural grace, moved awkwardly, and held onto Bobby a little too tightly.  Diana knew very well, given the unavoidable friction, a degree of arousal was inevitable.  She quietly hummed Dancing Cheek to Cheek to herself. 
“Excellent!  You move so well together.  You clearly have great mutual empathy. Keep going, don’t slow down
  Good
  Relax a little, Bobby
  Timmy, you too.  You’re a tad too stiff
  That’s better
  Yes, you’re getting into a nice rhythm now
  That’s great!  I’m going to give Miss Poole a fantastic report today.  And you’re going to get a fat tip, too!”
“We can’t keep this up much longer,” whispered Bobby, his cheeks on fire. 
“I know
  I can feel your
”
“I can feel yours!  If this goes on much longer you’ll
”
“Me?  I can take it.  You’re the one
”!
Just when Bobby had made up his mind to pull away from his friend, Diana intervened.
“All right.  That’s enough!  Excellent, boys.  Turn and face us, please
  Oh, super!  No. stay like that for a moment.  Goodness, you’re both so red.  Sorry, that must have been quite exhausting.  But you certainly proved you can dance!”  And something else, she thought, noting their firm erections with satisfaction.
“Well, Diana, I think it’s time to get our boots polished.  There’s twenty minutes left.  Will that be enough, boys?”
“Yes, madam,” said Bobby, relieved.  “If you care to take your seats in the parlour
.”

They wasted no time in attaching their knee-pads, kneeling and getting to work.  Bobby serviced Diana, Tim Eleanor.  They worked quickly and efficiently, grateful for the chance to do what they did best, and earn a good report.  They finished with a minute to spare.  The ladies stood up and admired each other’s boots.
“You’ve done a great job, boys,” smile Diana.  “Don’t you think, Eleanor?”
“My boots have never been so shiny!  Positively gleaming!  Well done!  We’ll definitely come again.”  And she embraced Tim and gave him a little pat on the bottom, as if he were a six-year-old.  The worst thing was, Bobby noticed, that he actually looked pleased! 
But the fact was, he was pleased – proud that Eleanor had praised his work.  This was his first job – he had nothing to compare it with – and he had already accepted the whole weird premise that he was employed by a strict mistress to clean ladies’ boots, and a generous salary, and that to do it well constituted the sum total of and reason for his existence.  “See?” he was thinking, “that proves it.  I’m just as good as Bobby.  I should ask for that ‘assistant’ title to be removed
”
Diana had opened her purse.  She slipped out two fifty-pound notes and placed them on the side shelf.
“Wow!  Fank you miss
er, madam!” cried Timothy.
Even Bobby was gobsmacked.  “Yes,” he gasped.  “Thank you so much.”
”You earned it boys,” smiled Diana.  And she turned and followed her friend out.

The boys stared at each other.  The memory of the humiliation they had just endured had been suddenly effaced by the two small pieces of crisp pink paper lying in front of them.
“If they’re gonna leave up tips like this,” said Tim, picking one up, “they can do whatever they like
  They didn’t seem as bad as what you said
”
Even Bobby’s resolve was weakened.
“Well
  I guess
  That was nice of them
  Don’t suppose anyone else would give us a tip like that
  And we’ll get a good report
”

“My phone is red hot,” laughed Diana, as they walked back up to the car park.
“I’m not surprised.  We got what we wanted, didn’t we?”
“Clear as day.  But whether they realise it themselves, I’m not sure
”
“No!  That’s the funny thing.  But next time
”
“Next time we’ll bring it home to them.  It’ll be easier, with them in their pageboy outfits...”
“And with all those accessories
”
“Yes, with those.”  She laughed.  “You drive, Eleanor.  I want to review this video
”