"Of course, Allison, I demand absolute ~obedience.~ Total," Dorian emphasized. "However, in order for you to make an enlightened decision this evening, let me tell you a little more about the position I am offering you. I'm looking for a Highly ~Feminine~ and Extremely Pretty Maid," adding, "A ~Petticoated Sissy Maid,"~ to be specific. And when I say ~'Petticoated,'~ I mean Petticoated," Dorian emphasized. There will be deep cleaning, cooking, serving my Lady Friends here for my weekly 'Always Girls-Only' get-togethers. You will be ~Petticoated~ for those evenings in something Extra Frilly and Lacy. Expect to be ordered by My Girlfriends to perform all kinds of ~Feminine~ and ~Dainty~ tasks, while They are Laughing at you, Humiliating you, Shaming you, sometimes even Praising you for your ever-improving 'sissy mannerisms,' while increasing Their utter Emasculation of you. Just wait until Their first "Makeup, Lipstick, and ~Petticoats~" theme night, where you WILL be a (willing OR otherwise) participant with the Ladies to see 'Who can make YOU the ~"Sissiest.'"~  Or maybe, surprisingly, a ~Special Evening,~ when the Ladies escort you to the ~SECOND FLOOR~...and do 'whatever' to you. Additionally,
 you will have my bathtub surrounded by fresh flowers every morning before I bathe. You will draw a very warm scented bath for me," Dorian adding again, "You will be ~Petticoated,~ of course. Your ~Deportment~ will be UltraFeminine, Submissive, Attentive to Mistress's every need, and Very Feminine." Dorian continued to lecture Allison in front of ~Emily~ and leighton. "My Pretty little sissy ~Maid~ needs to be ~Feminine...Very, Very Feminine. ULTRAFeminine, actually.  And I will also require you to serve as My ~Full~ Time Personal Ladies Maid.~ You will begin My every workday morning by waking Me at 5:30 am with a light knock at My door. You will already be ~Petticoated,~ Full Makeup, impeccably applied, your nails will be perfect and Polished, you will be in your 5-inch black slingback heels, Red ~Lipstick,~ your Maid's Uniform will be the 'Color of the Day," per My schedule, with a fresh cup of coffee for your Mistress. You will ~Curtsy,~ respectfully and UltraFemininely, when you enter. You will ~curtsy~ to Me  before responding to Me. You will ~~'present'~~ yourself to Me first thing every morning for your initial  ~Petticoat Inspection~ of the day. I will show you the first time how I expect you to 'Present Yourself.'" She added invitingly, "Starting tomorrow morning...should you," She stopped and smiled, "accept my offer of employment this evening. And because this job is effective 'immediately,' My Number One priority, should you accept, for this position is a very submissive, attentive, obedient, and an unquestionably ~Feminine~ and ~Effeminate~ sissyboi. A ~Petticoated~ sissyboi. ~~ALWAYS~~ ~PETTICOATED,~ of course. A sissy maid who will be expected to take care of ~everything~ for Me: My ~Makeup,~ My ~Brushes,~ My ~Lipsticks,~ My ~Polishes,~ ~Shadows~ ~Glosses,~ ~Blushes,~ My Compacts.~" She paused, almost exasperated. All of my ~Makeup~ WILL be Perfectly arranged, organized... ~Brushes~ cleaned  immediately after I have done my ~Makeup~ in the morning. Making sure the ~Blush~ brushes that I use every time immediately are checked and cleaned, fresh Flowers replaced nightly in Mistress's Boudoir Bath and Makeup Vanity areas. I will expect ALL of this to be started  as soon as I have left for the day. Also in the morning," Dorian continued, "You will help me get dressed. The night before you will lay out what I will be wearing for the next day, including My ~Lingerie,~ based primarily on my schedule, my clients, and My ~style,~ of course." Adding, "I'm a ~'Skirt Girl.'~ Let's just say I feel more in charge in a Short Skirt than in a Dress. I LOVE my ~Pockets~ AND My Skirts. Besides, I know this is a look that drives sissies absolutely crazy! You will work hard for Me, Allison, and whatever extra time you have every day, you will be scanning designer' websites for ALL of My wardrobe updates, focusing on Miniskirted ~Power~ Skirt Suits and Skirts with Pockets. But don't you completely dismiss finding and ordering for Me new ~Lingerie~ and some ~Dresses~ during your spare time," emphasizing, "Flirty and Feminine. ~MiniDresses."~ ~Dresses~  like Emily's Dress. Ultrafeminine, and," She emphasized again, "~Overpowering~...especially to a sissy." Then, suddenly, Dorian looked directly at leighton, and quickly asked him(?) a question, now impatiently awaiting a response, "Leighton. Admit it, deep down . You ENVY ~Emily.~ You ENVY Her Clothes. Specifically, you ENVY Emily's ~DRESSES.~ You'd give anything to be Wearing HER ~Dress~ right now, wouldn't you? Or would you rather have ~Emily~ FORCE you into ~HER~ Dress?" Dorian paused for a second. "Right now, leighton. Could you stop Emily? Or WOULD you even try to stop Her even if you could? Well, leighton, would you? Why don't we have some fun. Right here and now. I'll make you a little bet. I'm betting Emily can have YOU in HER ~Dress~ in less than thirty minutes, you little ~pantywaist.~ You want to take ~Me~ up on that?"...

As Allen (aka Allison) mincingly moved daintily and deliberately to a waiting and still standing Dorian, She was scrutinizing his(?) every move, authoritatively keeping Her left hand in the pocket of Her MiniSkirted white wool suit. Her right hand was placed under Her chin as She studied every single step of Allison's rapid descent into his(?) ~Enforced~ ~Feminization.~ and this night was young. Meanwhile, as Allison approached Dorian, ~Allison's~ three-inch black leather heels clicked across the marble floor. Leighton wide eyes quickly assessed the ~Skirt~ of Allen's Feminine uniform. The short black satin ~Skirt~ of the  Pinafore indeed looked like a short Satin French (aka "Sissy) Maid's Uniform. This ~Skirt,~
 already ~Poufing~ out at a very wide angle, must have had a sewn in Crinoline(?) to keep the Skirt so widely ~flared.~ Three layers of white Tulle were also visible from underneath the Flared Skirt. It was obvious this particular Black Satin Pinny was "tailor made" to allow for an exquisite and ~PERMANENT~ ~SISSIFYING~ display of ~Lace Petticoats.~ "Good boi, Allison," Dorian said. "Now...take your new ~Petticoat~ and set It carefully on the marble floor. Upright."  Dorian pointed directly in front of where She was standing. As Allison moved ever so daintily to place the ~Petticoat~ on the marble floor, the silence in the room was penetrated only by the Sweet Stiff Rustling ~Lacy~ Layers of this Ultra...Ultra ~Sissifying~ and ~"Special Toxic masculinity Eliminator,"~ as guaranteed by Cinderella...

Poor Pretty boi leighton. Trapped. No escape. Even if he could escape, he could never bring himself to doing it. leighton didn't budge. He thought about it, to be sure.  But that's all prettyboi leighton did. He ~thought~ about escaping. Briefly. For maybe five minutes, if that long.(?) He thought (hoped?) just maybe, Emily wouldn't do to leighton what Dorian (and Emily) was (were) about to to do to Allen. Did leighton really hold out hope that Allen could avoid the abject humiliation and subjugation he was about to endure at the hands of these two incredibly Beautiful, Powerful, and most of all, ~Feminine~ (and Femininely Dressed) Goddesses? A Public ~Petticoating~ of an obviously weak-willed Effeminate male (in his own mind, leighton was still trying to define Allison, at this point, albeit weakly, referring to Allison as a male) getting ready to play out before his own eyes. Then reality hit leighton. This was the FINAL confirmation that leighton was unable...no, unwilling to stand up and defend Allison's masculinity. leighton was now Allison's last chance. But no, that ship had sailed as Beautiful and ~~Seductively Feminine~~Women were making sure of that. They were now in control, Their sights set on not one, but two potential  pretty bois, NOW highly vulnerable to ~Forced Feminization, ~ Intensive Humiliation, ~Makeup,~ ~Petticoats,~ and ~Lace.~  leighton already knew it. Now he just HAD to witness this. Then there was the ~Petticoat!~ Ahhh, yes, THE ~Petticoat!~ It was STUNNING! Above-the-knee length, for sure. Almost ~mini length.~ As leighton feasted his greedy and totally mesmerized pretty little eyes on the most ~~FeminIZING~~ ~Petti~ he had EVER seen, now he really knew for sure he just HAD to witness this. Meanwhile, Emily's Pretty Brown ~eyes~ were focused on HER future ~boiFriend, envisioning leighton as HER own little reluctant(?) ~Petticoat Princess.~ But tonight, Dorian would be the star...as well as THE ~Petticoat.~ Yes, THE ~Petticoat.~ Because THIS ~Petticoat~ would OVERWHELM any weak-willed, limp-wristed Pantywaists. Including these two. ESPECIALLY these two. THE Petticoat,~ which had immediately stolen all of leighton's attention, was a veritable ~EXPLOSION~ of ~~POUF~~ and ~~LACE!~~ Snow White, with a layer here and there of Pale Pink ~Tulle.~ Fifteen, maybe 20 layers in all. The stiff poufy layers all attached to a single tightly restrictive and elasticized Baby Pink Satin waistband. The ~Stiff~ layers of its ~White~ Pettis were Lavishly trimmed with at least four inches of ~French Alencon Lace,~ leighton guessed. Maybe as many as five or six inches. The ~OUTER LAYER,~ however, was SPECTACULAR!.  TOTALLY ~Emasculating.~ ~FRENCH ALENCON LACE!!!~ The ENTIRE outer layer! Lace! ALL ~LACE!~ White French Alencon Lace! Over a ~Mass~ of many  more Lace Petticoats. Indeed, this Petticoat really WAS a final boi crusher. Or should we say, ~"bois?"~...

"Good gurl. The sooner I get you ~Petticoated,~ the sooner I can crush any toxic masculinity you foolishly and desperately still may be holding onto. After our little guest has departed for the evening," Dorian pointed to a stunned leighton, "I will be taking you upstairs," She paused for emphasis, glancing at the Gold and Marble Staircase" (with more of a pale ~Feminine~ Pinkish hue)  to Our special room on the ~~Second Floor, ~~ tastefully decorated and furnished exclusively by ~~Cinderella.~~" Dorian smiled triumphantly. "Now, Allison, take mincing sissy steps over to your new ~Petticoat,~ cradle it respectfully, and return it to where I am standing, sissy." Leighton sat on the Luxuriously Feminine sofa by himself. Stunned! Afraid to utter a word. Oh no. There was no way pretty little leighton was going to come to the defense of a fellow male.(?). Not tonight. And definitely not here. What a shameful act of cowardice on his part, he silently told himself. But when he noticed the abject fear on Allen's(?) Pretty feminized face the moment Dorian mentioned taking Allen to "The Second Floor," leighton became worried...and admittedly aroused...himself. He already was doing everything(?) he could to prevent his uber excited little buddy from exploding deep within the confines of the sissy (There, he called it a "sissy" panty pouch, because that's exactly what is was!) panty pouch. The cool soft double layer of snow white Bridal Satin lining and leighton's acute awareness of its UltraSissifying Ruffled White Lace was driving his(?) state of tension to levels he was quicly losing control over. And then, there WAS the ~~Petticoat.~~ Yes THAT ~Petticoat.~ the One from Cinderella. The same ~Petticoat~ that Dorian said was "especially designed for ~~~Intensive Sissification.~~~"...

Allen was sweating profusedly. The fact that another male(?) was captivatedly watching...perhaps expecting Allen to defend his(?) Masculinity with one final desperate attempt to resist these two Beautiful Women determined to humiliate him...well, Allen was just too overwhelmed. Dorian moved closer to Her pretty effeminate little plaything. "~Lipstick~ and, Allison...? Dorian put both of Her hands in Her Skirt pockets. She didn't have to wait long. Ten seconds, maybe fifteen. Daintily taking his thumb and forefingers of both of his(?) hands, spreading out in both directions his(?) exposed layers of white Tulle Pettis as well as the wide white lacy hem of his(?) black satin Pinafore, buttressed by its built-in black Crinoline lining, Allen slowly moved his(?) left foot back, bent his(?) right knee, looked straight down, and spoke three words softly in defeat, "Lipstick and Petticoats, Mistress." The shame and abject humiliation was written all over him. "Good gurl. Look at me, Allison," Dorian ordered, " But hold your curtsy. Because that is what sissies do whenever they are in the presence of Women. Now that we finally have that settled, let's get you ~~Petticoated.~~ Release your curtsy and bring Me your Petticoat. And do not make Me wait. Remove your Petticoat carefully by sliding it over the sissy mannequin's head and if you cannot reach it, you can ask Emily to help since She is taller than you, especially in Her Heels. Now be quick about it but handle your new Petticoat with great care. When you have removed it, cradle it in both of your arms and bring it to Me. It's very expensive and it has one major objective: To completely crush any remaining token male resistance you might harbor and  extinguish any hope you might have of EVER wearing trousers again..."