The Second Floor

[petticoated]

Allen's frightened little brown eyes pleadingly looked for respite from the Blonde Beauty. None came. Now She was laughing. Pointing the tube of Urban Decay Lipstick at him(?) with Her beautifully manicured right hand while Her other hand was authoritatively in the ~Pocket~ of Her White Wool ~Miniskirt,~ Dorian laughed mockingly at Her pretty little  "administrative assistant." With tears now forming in Allen's eyes, he(?) bravely (naively), in a decidedly (sissyish) voice, barely audible, dared to speak, "Puhleeeeze, Mistress Dorian. Please. Not here. Not now. Please don't. Please." He(?) started to cry. Yes. Cry. So Dorian taunted him(?) more. "Please, Allison? Please?" She asked rhetorically. "Please don't do what?" Crying softly, his(?) dainty fingers instinctively...nervously...fidgeting with his(?) three layers of exposed white Tulle Pettis, could only renew his(?) desperate requests for Dorian's humiliations to mercifully(?) end. "Please don't." Dorian had heard all She was going to hear. ."Enough!!! How dare you disobey me, and in front of our little friend here. Fetch the sissy mannequin, the one that is mocking you...making fun of you! And wearing YOUR ~Petticoat~!" Allen swallowed. Her left hand now on Her hip, Dorian stood Directly over Allen(?), moved Her left hand quickly to open the tube of Urban Decay Lipstick,  opened it quickly, and ordered Allison to stand still..."Like a good little sissy." Coating his(?) lips twice before ordering him(?) to purse them, "Like a Girl," She applied a third coat. Smiling approvingly, Dorian closed the Tube and purposely put it back in the pocket of Her White Wool Miniskirt. "There now! That's my good little gurl. There's nothing I Love better than ~Lipstick and Petticoats~ together... on pretty sissy bois..."

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Emily laughed! And leighton noticed Her laughing right away at poor Allen's predicament, realizing the humor She saw in poor Allen's rapid demise. "Wouldn't you agree, Miss Allison?" Dorian glared at Her (current) "administrative assistant"...for what that was worth. "Well, Allison? I asked you a simple question. ~Lipstick~ and ~Petticoats...for pretty little sissybois?" Now Dorian was showing Her impatience with Allen. Toying with him(?). Hands on Her hips, tapping Her Power Stilettos  impatiently. "Lipstick and Petticoats, Allison. ~Lipstick~...and...?" Tap. Tap. Tap. The only sound now was the sibilant, almost musical ~~Swish...Swish...Swish...Swishing~~ of Emily's ~UltraFeminine~White Tulle and Lace Corset Minidress. Dorian waited. Continuing to click Her Heels on the marble floor. And leighton...poor stunned leighton was totally captivated. Would Dorian relent in Her insistence to ~Petticoat~ Her weak sissy man(?) here and now? Would Allen be able to mount a final act of male resistance and refuse? And then, breaking the silence, Emily approached Allen. Leighton's eyes widened while his little buddy squirmed with excitement, embedded deep inside its own little decorative Satin and Lace   ~Petticoated~ predicament. Emily's Heels clicked as Her Tulle Pettilayers Rustled excitedly, moving purposely towards the frightened Allen. Finally standing right next to Allen, Emily began to make Deliciously Feminine ~Frou Frou~ with Her Skirts, as She towered over Allen, now softly...Girlishly...whispering in  his(?) ear, "Resistance is futile, sissy. Sissy Allison." As Emily leaned closely into the frightened, tear-stained little man(?) She skillfully enveloped Allen in Her Five-Tiered, fifteen layers of soft, Feminine White Tulle Pettis, kissed him(?) sweetly on his(?) blushing cheek, whispering in his(?) ear again, "Resistance IS futile, ~Allison.~ Drop your most Feminine Curtsy and ask...no, beg Mistress Dorian to ~Petticoat~ you right now...like the sweet and ~obedient~ little ~sissy gurl you know She is determined to make you." A final  gentle Kiss on Allen's cheek, with Emily's final reminder to him to curtsy, and it was now Allen's decision to obey as the room grew silent, well almost, except for the still gentle sibilant wafting and rustling of Emily's White Tulle ~Pettiskirts...

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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..."

[BabyJay]

Delightful. I think Leighton is only now beginning to realise what He has let Himself in for. Dorians treatment of Allen/Allison must be terrifying Him. Will He try to escape? Emily has already got him wearing pretty frilly knickers and lipstick and I think secretly He wants to stay and see what else she has in store for Him. Look forward to next chapters.

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"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 called "especially designed for ~~~Intensive Sissification.~~~"...

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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, leonard 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 Allison's last chance. But no, that ship had sailed. 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 see 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 big Brown ~eyes~ were focused on HER future ~boiFriend, envisioning leighton as HER own little reluctant(?) ~Petticoat Princess.~ But tonight, Dorian would be the star...and THE ~Petticoat.~ Yes, THE ~Petticoat.~ 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!~~ Almost all snow White, with a layer here and there of Pale Pink ~Tulle.~ Fifteen, maybe 20 layers in all. The layers all attached to a single common 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! Just ~LACE.~ White French Alencon Lace! Over a ~Mass~ of even more Lace Petticoats. Indeed, this WAS a final boi crusher. Or should we say, ~"bois?"~...

[BabyJay]

Wonderful. Leighton is now trapped, Hook, Line and sinker, no backing out now. Can't wait to see what Emily does next after Dorian takes Allison up to the Second Floor leaving them alone.