The Second Floor

[petticoated]

Placing her Feminine left hand on a white end table, Dorian found a small dainty bell and gently shook it once. Then she quickly removed Leighton's little boi fingers from her lace, tugged her skirt down, and her lace was gone. "Now, where were we? Oh yes, Allen." At that moment, Allen appeared, still wearing his pants. He looked scared as Dorian glared at him. "Allen, why haven't you changed as I ordered you to do? Did you not hear me? Did I not make myself perfectly clear about ridding yourself of those pants? How dare you disobey me. What do you have to say for yourself?" The room was silent as the seconds ticked and Dorian played with her thick blonde hair. "I'm waiting, Allen." As Allen made a clumsy attempt at a curtsy, while still in his pants, he stammered and stuttered before imploring Dorian to "Please don't do this to me, Mistress. Please. Not tonight. Not in front of guests. I promise to curtsy better." Dorian laughed. "You're such a pantywaist, Allen! You have ten minutes to get out of those pants and into your serving pinafore. And for heaven's sake, get your new Petticoat...the one I special ordered from Cinderella and display it...before I decide to ~Petticoat~ you right now. And where are our drinks, oh, by the way? And fix your lipstick! Now go!!!" "Yes, Mistress," he responded in a shaking and more feminized voice, another awkward curtsy, and he was gone. At that moment, the click clacking of high heels along with  the sibilant swishing of tulle skirts could be heard as Emily entered the spacious living room in her Spectacular new Dress! The top of her dress was a snow white satin and lace corset, very tight and Ultra Lacy, emphasizing her curves. At her cinched waist a veritable explosion of white tulle Petticoats, way above her knees, definitely mini length, were held by a white patent leather belt with a silver belt buckle. Silver 5-inch slingback heels provided a towering figure of overwhelming Femininity. Leighton figured there had to be at least 12-15 layers of stiff white tulle petticoats. Her full white corset was at least 80 percent scalloped white lace, Leighton figured. Her red lipstick and her long thick freefalling raven black hair were just as stunningly Feminine. Her makeup was dramatically perfect. Whatever lay in store for the evening's festivities, Leighton knew now that he could be completely overwhelmed, resistance or no resistance...

[BabyJay]

Delightful. Can't wait to see how Leighton finishes up. Wonder what Emily has in store for him, personal maid/dresser? or feminised sissy pet in pretty short dresses and ruffled frilly knickers?

[petticoated]

"Oh Em! I LOVE your Dress!" Dropping a playful...deliberate...and ultrafeminine curtsy, Emily laughed, exclaiming, "Thank you, Dorian! Isn't it just spectacular?" "Ohhhhh yes, Girl! I love it! It's perfect, especially for this evening!" The two Women shared a conspiratorial laugh. Dorian got up from the plush sofa, checked the back hem of her wool mini, tugged her short skirt down, walked over to her "Girlfriend" and planted a long slow kiss on Emily while Leighton stared in stunned silence. When their lips finally parted, Dorian excused herself for a few minutes to "make sure 'Allison' is complying with my instructions." Meanwhile, Emily towered over her little man, playfully...Femininely...fluffing and making delicious frou frou with her multilayers of swishing snow white tulle skirts. "I'm soooo glad you could join us Girls tonight for some fun, Leighton. It'll be Girly, for sure, but we'll try not to bore you. I wore my new Dress...JUST FOR YOU, Leighton. Isn't it gorgeous?" All Leighton could do was nod. "Oh! By the way, Leighton, I even have a little 'Thank You' gift for you for keeping your date with us tonight. Be right back. Don't go anywhere." She giggled, planting a girly kiss on his flaming hot cheek. In a flurry of Her super swish-swishing white Tulle skirts and the powerful click-clacking of Her stilettos across the marble floor, Emily quickly went to the kitchen counter and returned with a smallish box, Femininely wrapped in white flowery paper and displaying a pretty baby blue bow on top. Handing it to a suddenly somewhat reluctant Leighton, She grasped his little effeminate chin, "Now, go into the Guest bathroom, open your little gift, and put it on for me. Okay? Like a good boi?" Leighton swallowed hard. Emily's white Lace corset was stunning! Her Feminine cleavage! Stunning! And those mini-length white tulle pettis? No way Leighton was going to push back now on Emily's seductive Femininity. "Now, off you go, Sweetie. Hurry! Don't keep me waiting. Leighton carried his gift to the guest bathroon...the pink and white guest bathroom. With the vanity, makeup mirrors, and a pink and white rose colored settee. He locked the door behind him. And as he studied the baby blue bow momentarily, in that same Feminine white script, he read..."Cinderella."...

[petticoated]

Even the guest bathroom was luxurious. Parts of the white marble flooring were covered with several expen$ive fluffy pale pink rugs. The white and pink settee, with its pink rose(s) floral upholstery was beautiful. Full plush pale pink towels on gold towel racks. Intoxicatingly Feminine, Leighton immediately noticed. Placing the gift box down on the vanity's white countertop, and facing the gold-trimmed makeup mirror, Leighton looked, in vain, for the Cinderella logo he knew he had just noticed a few minutes earlier. And just as the logo had vanished from the umbrella in his Shirley Temple six weeks earlier, the logo tonight had vanished again, this time from the baby blue bow atop his gift box. Unwrapping the white gift wrap, he found a white box. Opening it, he removed several layers of baby blue tissue-like paper until...a white satin garment covered in layers of Ruffled White French Lace. His right hand was visibly shaking as he slowly pulled a satin thong-like garment from its gift box. And while the back of the garment clearly resembled a thong panty, well, the front did not. Upon further examination, Leighton discovered a thick (bridal) satin pouch. Completely covered in ruffled white ~Lace.~ And he knew exactly what (who) that satiny lace pouch was for. A small baby blue satin bow adorned the front of the ruffled white lace-encrusted satin pouch. His heart was beating and his anxiety was building. His face was burning with shame. And yet..."I can't do this. I won't do this." But in the end, Emily had already seduced him with Her frilly petticoated Dress. OMG, Her Dress was everything he wished he could wear. But if he couldn't wear it...well, he just had to be around it.  Near it. Near Her. He desperately needed to be around this stunning woman who was wearing such a Feminine Dress. Yes, little leighton would do ANYTHING just for the privilege of being near Emily. And Emily knew it. Now he feebly "reasoned," at least his humiliating Emasculating satin and Lace pouch would be worn underneath his male pants. Allen wouldn't know. He just had to avoid ending up like Allen. Emasculated. Feminized. And on the verge of being ~Petticoated.~ Leighton couldn't let that happen to him. He just couldn't...

[BabyJay]

Oh dear! Leighton will not be able to resist putting his lovely new knickers on. Look forward to seeing how long it takes Emily to transform him into a cute little feminised Sissy.

[petticoated]

Leighton swallowed hard. His face was on fire and his smallish fingers were shaking as he examined the shamefully emasculating garment. It was ALL ruffled white lace on the outside. The back thong also was all ruffled white lace. As Leighton turned his attention to the inside lining of the pouch, it was white bridal satin. It had to be. Smooth, cool, and as he knew, unrelentingly arousing. It was deeply and unabashedly effeminate. No man...no real man would ever wear this! But deep down Leighton knew he would be unable to resist putting it on for Emily. Any misplaced far-flung fantasy he may have harbored about finally finding a beautiful Girlfriend in Emily had quickly been extinguished by Her. And yet...he had to be near her. Her Femininity. Her magnificent five-tiered white tulle minidress. Her white lace corset. Her 5-inch open-toed slingback heels. Her makeup. Her long thick jet-black hair. Her incredible beauty. Her Femininity. Her Control. Yes, leighton would do ANYTHING just to be around Emily. Anything. And She knew it. Her own special pretty boi. After all, Emily reasoned, every strong Woman deserved to have Her very own special pretty boi. And leighton was pretty already. Effeminate, for sure. Easily intimidated by powerful Feminine Women. Envious of Their Femininity, especially Their pretty Dresses. As leighton gently held the sissifying confection of cool bridal satin and ruffled white lace, he laid eyes on a small envelope in the box. It was pale pink, with white images of ballerinas in frilly tutus. He knew these images. He had seen them before. As he opened the envelope he removed the card and read the hand-written message: "I hope I got your size right, leighton. small? I thought so. It is pretty, isn't it? It's double-layered bridal satin to give you that tingling sensation. Don't worry, it's leak proof, just in case you get overly excited this evening. I wanted something extra frilly and lacy for my little boi tonight. Now...be a good gurl and put It on for Me. And don't keep Me waiting. By the way, throw your silly male underwear in the pale pink trash bin. You won't be needing them tonight." It was signed, "Em."...

[BabyJay]

Poor Leighton, his desire to please Emily will outweigh any misgivings he has. after all what's the harm? when he puts the pretty knickers on who is going to know apart from the two of them. Emily now has him hooked. How long will it take Her to fully transform him into the pretty little feminised sissy pet she wants? Looking forward to next episodes