The Second Floor

[BabyJay]

So! Leighton has finally been hooked. I imagine he is shocked and bewildered at this turn of events. Look forward to hearing of his experiences on Monday night. Sounds like Dorian and Emily have very special plans for little Leighton.

[petticoated]

"Excuse me for now, Leighton. I need to touch base with the manager in her office to notify her that you will be calling her before noon tomorrow with your shopping list. Sara will pick you up at your place, promptly at 5:30. She will be driving a black limo. Don't keep her waiting. I can't wait to experience your culinary expertise while the four of us have a chance to get better acquained. With that, Emily winked and blew a girly kiss from her red lips directly at Leighton. Quickly checking the hem of her short black sweater dress, the click clacking of her 5-inch heels against the hardwood floor resonated the sound of authority, power, and Femininity. Leighton was sweating. His little heart palpitating. And his mind a myriad of thoughts and even trepidations: What had he just gotten himself into? What would he prepare for dinner? What if it didn't meet Emily's expectations?She was Beautiful. She was intimidating. He just couldn't...no, wouldn't be able to resist her. She was going to buy a new Dress. Would it be as Feminine as the Red satin minidress with a flared skirt hiding three red tulle pettilayers? Or like the body-hugging short sweater dress she had worn tonight? Would he ever get to see her apply her lipstick directly in front of him again, so matter-of-factly? Did she do it purposely? And then there was Emily's tall blonde "girlfriend." Dorian. Her lavender mini length boucle skirt suit with the front pockets on both her miniskirt and her matching jacket. Her 5-inch heels. Both of these beauties towered over Leighton's short smallish frame, especially when they were in heels. And who was this "Allen." Dorian's "personal assistant, when she needed him?" Emily described him as "sweet." Emily's reference to "stronger drinks," citing "Pink Ladies."  Now Leighton referenced back to his extensive late night internet search history: "Forced Feminization;" "Sissification;" and "Petticoating." And, of course, the pink umbrella in his Shirley Temple. With the vanishing ballerinas, tutus, and the "Cinderella" logo. The Shirley Temple bought for him by Emily and her girlfriend, Dorian...

[BabyJay]

Oh dear, poor Leighton looking forward with trepidation to Monday night and wondering who Allen is. Could it be that he is a totally feminised Sissy who will be Leighton's "Girlfriend" for the night.

[petticoated]

When Leighton got up from the table, he contacted Uber for a ride back to his small loft apartment. As the bar lights dimmed, he moved quickly thru the main restaurant, now hoping to evade any more contact with Emily. Frankly, his mixture of deep arousal and an apprehension that events might spiral out of his "control," which deep down, he already knew he was losing, compelled him to get out of there as fast as he could. He needed time to "think."Emily was now calling the shots and Leighton knew it. And as though Emily was reading his mind, Leighton received a text from Her: "Don't worry your little self about cooking for me so early in our budding relationship. Instead, my restaurant will be sending over some food to my place. That way the four of us can just hang out, enjoy a few drinks together, and have some fun. You can fix dinner after we have gotten to know each other better. Instead of 5:30, Sara will pick you up at seven. Don't make her wait. Dorian, Allen, and I are looking forward to our evening with you. See you Monday, Leighton. Don't cancel on me. Em." Leighton was at least relieved he wouldn't have to cook for everyone. Still, he wondered, why was this beautiful woman attracted to him? Women this beautiful had always been beyond Leighton's reach. Besides, women like Emily and Dorian had always intimidated him. And yet Leighton knew he'd do just about anything just to be in their company. The next few days saw him start to blow off some of his classes until the weekend came and went. Sunday evening he received a simple text reminder from Emily. Monday, Leighton wore a pair of black dress pants and a light blue long sleeve dress shirt for dinner. His long thick shoulder-length blonde hair fell freely. He shaved, even though he had only a little bit of light blonde "peach fuzz." He wore simple brown loafers on his smallish feet. The little man was waiting outside at 6:45. He didn't want to be late. He'd even stopped at a florist and splurged on a dozen long-stemmed red roses. Maybe...just maybe...he wished...Leighton would have his first girlfriend...even though Emily had suggested(?) that She and Dorian were "girlfriends." Sara pulled up just before seven pm. She, too, was beautiful. And tall. And she also was wearing heels with her standard  black chauffeur's uniform. "Mr. English?" "Yes," answered Leighton, "Good! I'm Sara. I'll be taking you to Emily's and Dorian's little get-together." With that, Sara opened the back door of the black stretch limo, offering to take the roses as he climbed into the back, and handing them back to him once he had gotten situated inside his opulent ride with the beautiful chauffeur. After a 10-minute ride to Hudson Yards, Sara let him out in front of a magnificent high-rise and past the doorman. Leading him to a separate Penthouse Elevator, he rode  straight to the top. Knocking on the door, he was stunned by his "greeter." Standing demurely in front of him was...he surmised...Allen. At least, he thought (s)he was Allen. Dorian's intern at her office and her "personal assistant, when She needed one." Leighton swallowed hard. Allen had been sissified...

[BabyJay]

Oh dear. poor Leighton. He must be wondering what he has let himself in for. \with no cooking to do what have Dorian and Emily got planned for Allen and him. Can't wait to find out.

[petticoated]

Leighton was stunned. While he had never met Allen before, he knew a sissified boy when he saw one. Those late-night internet searches had yielded hundreds of images of sissy boys. And sissified bois, too. The look on Allen's face, light makeup and all, was one of dread, embarrassment, humiliation, and shame. Very short almost bleach blonde hair perfectly coiffed...and definitely s boy's. But other than his short boyish hair, albeit styled femininely, there was nothing else masculine about him...at least not from his (forcibly) feminized appearance. It was only his short hair that defined him as a sissy, and not a male. But definitely not a girl, either. Whoever did this to him had even attached a small baby girl pink satin hairbow atop his sissy hairstyle. He was wearing makeup, for sure. Makeup that definitely was intended to be seen, but tastefully and skillfully applied by someone(?). Soft pale shimmering pink lipstick. Just enough blush to know it was there. A very pale blue frosted eyeshadow. He looked as much ~effeminate~ as he did feminine. He was wearing a sheer white chiffon blouse with a pale pink satin bow tie. The front of his blouse had a row of wide ruffled french lace...stiff lace...where buttons would have been. The cuffs of each long sleeve ended with an abundance of more white lace. And the sheer white chiffon blouse did nothing to conceal Allen's satin and lace-trimmed white camisole he was wearing underneath. The matching ruffled white lace of his pantaloons prominently displayed beneath the legs of his black satin womens' pants. Two-inch black patent leather heels over black stockings completed the poor boy's outfit. And now Leighton's little feet were stuck as if they were in cement....

[BabyJay]

Delightful. sounds like Leighton is in for a very interesting evening. Looks like Dorian and Emily have planned an evening that will forever change Leighton with the help of Allen