The Second Floor

[petticoated]

Leighton's deepest fantasies...his most arousing fetishes...had collided. And no matter how much (or how little) he might want to deny or resist where this might lead, he was in way over his pretty little head. The looming image of a Feminized Allen and these two incredibly beautiful, Feminine, and controlling Women were way out of pretty little leighton's league. And to think he had foolishly harbored  momentary far-flung aspirations of finally finding a potential girlfriend with Emily! This night was destined to exceed even the "friend zone" scenario that leighton had come to accept time and time again. Tonight  his pretty little hand already had been strategically and purposely guided by Dorian to rest on the wide white French Lace hem of Her minislip. Her white wool miniskirted power suit spoke volumes about who was in charge. And it was made very clear that this tall Blonde Goddess would brook no nonsense from Her "administrative assistant," Allen, who She had openly referred to as "Allison," promising to ~"Petticoat"~ him if he failed to perfect his curtsy. Would She really humiliate him? Tonight? In front of another "man?" Then there was Emily. And Her Dress! OMG! HER ~Dress,~ indeed. ULTRA~Feminine.~ Powerful. And the undeniable ~Envy~ of every Effeminate sissy wannabe, including leighton. Now, in the girly confines of this UltraFeminine bathroom, as leighton obediently, albeit hesitatingly, removed his male trousers and discarded his boxer shorts into the pink trash bin, his weak...and trembling little fingers daintily took the sissifying white bridal satin and ruffled white French lace thong, slowly pulled it up his nearly hairless feminine-like legs, adjusting the shameful sissifying pouch to excitedly (he couldn't help it) accommodate his embarrassingly small little "soldier," the cool bridal satin already was at work, heightening poor leighton's arousal while weakening his token resistance...

[BabyJay]

Finally, He's taken the first step into the realms of Feminised Sissyhood. I hope Emily will induct him gently in to his new world. Await with anticipation.

[petticoated]

Two more Lichtenstein nudes adorned the walls of the Feminine bathroom. Adorning the white marble Vanity top, a Feminine assortment of Makeup Brushes, all pale Pink and White, Dior Eyeshadow and Blush Palettes and Compacts, Lipsticks, Mascara...all directly and temptingly teasing poor leighton, beckoning his (sissy) infatuations. As leighton slid his trousers back on and over the Emasculatingly Feminizing Ruffled White Lace encrusted double-satin pouch, his aroused little soldier struggled to contain itself. Struggling to pull the zipper of his trousers over the stiff white ruffled French lace, without damaging it, his little soldier's arousal only heightened. Then, startled by a gentle knock on the door amid the swishing and rustling of Emily's Dress, She whispered thru the door, "Don't worry, little man. If you get too excited, I have a backup Panty just for you. It IS a bit frillier.. and it does have a Baby Girly Pink Bow. Do you need my help?" She asked, giggling. "N...n...noooo. I've got it. I...I...I'll........be......out...in a second." "Okay, if you're sure." The sibilant swishing of Her Tulle Skirts and the click clacking of Her Heels were heard as She returned to the spacious and exquisitely Feminine  living room, sharing a laugh with Dorian. Finally securing the zjpper of his pants, the bulge from his Emasculating panty pouch would be shamefully obvious to both of these two Beautiful Women who were in total Feminine control of both bois...and They knew it...

[petticoated]

Tentatively opening the Feminine bathroom door, leighton swallowed hard. Hearing the two Beautiful Women laughing, he soon saw the reason. Standing in the corner of the luxuriously spacious main living room was Allen. His head was looking down, very subserviently. He looked scared. Embarrassed. Defeated. And leighton knew this poor man(?), Dorian's so-called "Administrative Assistant," looked more like, dare leighton think this, a Feminized male maid. To be honest, a ~sissy maid.~ Allen's (?) Frilly maid's dress was Pinafore-Styled. And it was anything but costumish. It was luxurious! Feminine. Black Taffeta, leighton guessed. Mini-length, several inches above Allen's knees. The three layers of stiff snow white Tulle, lace-trimmed ( at least two inches) weren't concealed at all. And the Satin and Taffeta Dress must have had maybe (leighton surmised) a stiff black Crinoline underskirt sewn into the taffeta skirt to add to its poufiness. His(?) Long-sleeved white sheer chiffon blouse did nothing to conceal his(?) Lacy white camisole. The high ruffled white lace collar was topped off with a little black  satin men's(?) style bow tie. (The obvious "masculine" contradiction that Dorian had personally requested.) But Allen wasn't all alone in his little corner. Oh no. Directly to his(?) right was a very realistic (definitely AI influenced) androgynous-looking man-nequin. Essentially, a very pretty sissy boi. Blonde pixie-style haircut. Tasteful makeup, mostly pinkish. Pretty hands (all the way down to its stylishly long pink nails) sissyishly placed on its hips. The expression on the very realistic sissy mannequin's face was one of mocking disdain. But what really stood out, literally and figuratively, was what the sissy mannequin was wearing! Dorian had called it a "Special ~~Intensive Sissification Petticoat~~ from Cinderella." And now...EVERYONE in the room knew why...

[petticoated]

Leighton's knees buckled at what he saw in the corner of the spacious and Feminine living room area. Emily exclaimed, "Oh! You're back, leighton. Now we can start to have some real fun!" Making delicious Feminine Frou Frou with Her five-tiered white Tulle Minidress, Her silver five-inch slingback stilettos click clacked across the marble floor while Her Tulle rustled and swished musically. She towered over Her little (boi)friend(zone). Swishing Her skirts back and forth, Emily then planted a long and lasting kiss directly on leighton's submissive quivering mouth while Her minidress enveloped him. As She slowly and skillfully moved Her tongue inside and around the stunned little man's(?) Small mouth, She made certain that Her Pettilayers of stiff white tulle continued to tease him mercilessly. His little soldier was wriggling helplessly in its own Emasculating satin and lace panty pouch. Emily had purposely and skillfully transferred Her Lipstick to poor leighton's mouth. Pulling away, She Femininely feigned "surprise" at leighton's now colored lips. "Oh my! You really look rather sweet in my Lipstick. Pretty...actually." When leighton realized what She had done to his mouth, he indtinctively moved his right hand up towards his face with every intention of removing Her Lipstick...until She firmly grabbed his arm and stopped him. Then She immediately and purposely took Her right index finger and started to blend Her Lipstick more evenly over his shaking lips. Then Dorian, resplendent in Her Authoritarian white wool miniskirted skirt suit, moved quickly to the Feminine bathroom, Her 5-inch heels Femininely click clacking on the white marble surface. In a few seconds, the tall Stunning Blonde had returned and told Emily to hold leighton in place. Standing directly in front of him now, and towering over the little man(?), Dorian reached into the right side pocket of Her white wool miniskirt and removed a tube of Urban Decay "Bad Blood" Red lipstick...

[petticoated]

"Don't move, pretty boi," Dorian ordered. To be sure, Emily stood directly beside leighton, Her UltraFeminine minidress still powerfully enveloping him. Leighton obeyed Dorian's order to stand still while the tall Blonde beauty removed the cap from the tube of Lipstick, turned the narrow cylinder slowly, and in no time, the Red Lipstick appeared. Leighton's eyes widened. He started shaking as Dorian approached him, the Red Lipstick just inches away now from its intended target. "Stay perfectly still while I apply a first coat. Don't move. And stop shaking. It's only Lipstick," She said, almost casually. And then, purposely and meticulously, with Emily watching intently, Dorian applied the "Blood Red" Urban Decay lipstick. The taste immediately increased leighton's little soldier's arousal even more. "Now, purse your lips.. gently...like a Girl...go ahead...do as I say. That's it! Good boy!" Doesn't it taste just scrumptuous? Stay still while I apply a second coat." Leighton never moved. Total acquiescence. "Good boy!" Dorian looked at Emily, commenting, "Em, just imagine how pretty he would look with a full face of ~Makeup~!" Emily replied, "I told you, Dorian!" Emily smiled at Leighton, "My very own pretty boi." Dorian turned Her attention to Allen, who had remained in his subservient position while the Girls had fun with leighton. "Allison'," Dorian addressed Allen, "Attend to our drinks. Two Scotch on the rocks and a Shirley Temple for leighton. And be quick about it, ~sissy.~"...