PETTICOATED!

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"Now hurry!  you can do it, Honey! Just tell Madame you aren't going to submit to her...I'll be waiting. But..." The beautiful blonde added, giggling femininely, "Just in case you lose your nerve...your machismo...carry your frilly little pink party dress with you, okay?" ~L~ynn looked at her sissy boytoy icily. "I'll be right here when you get back. Be a 'man,' Honey." And then, before rob could respond, ~L~ynn removed the key to the lock, unlocked the door, pushed her frightened little man outside, and locked the door again. Now rob found himself locked outside of the bedroom, nervously carrying the frilly pink party frock. He thought about knocking on the bedroom door and asking ~L~ynn to let him back inside. But, no. That would mean he lacked the nerve to go back into the parlor and face Madame Chadwick and the other women. he had no other choice but to return to the parlor and confront Madame Chadwick. The click click of his shoes and the rustling of satin and net betrayed any attempt he might have had to sneak back into the parlor. Besides, the door to the parlor was now open. And the room was silent. The women...ALL of them...knew he was outside. He heard faint feminine giggles. His stiff rustling pettis swished and hissed with his every step. he felt silly...embarrassed...walking in the sissy dress and carrying another dress that was even frillier. he hesitated...he stopped just as he got to the entrance into the parlor. his pettis hissed. his party frock swished. The room grew dead silent. he desperately tried to gather up enough nerve to stop this embarrassment from going any farther. Yes, he thought to himself, he would challenge Madame Chadwick...here and now. Assert his masculinity. And yet as he contemplated his predicament, his sissy indicator already had risen up to combat the masculine moment rob might be considering. "Sissy Fetisha, is that you, my dear boy?" Madame Chadwick gaily solicited. "Is that the sound of your rustling petticoats signalling your arrival, my dear boy? Do you wish permission to enter the room and chat with the beautiful ladies? I shall expect a proper feminine curtsey before you enter this room, my bad little petticoated sissyboy." "OMG, why, oh why, did Madame have to be so assertive...so dominant?" rob asked himself. he briefly recalled the many titillating stories he had read on so many internet fiction sites about stepmothers, Aunties, and even Madames who took great delight in the humiliating emasculation of weak sissies. But never did he actually believe these women really existed.  Oh dear, was he already losing his nerve? he looked down at the ridiculously short, ultra-girly, ultrafeminine, frilly satin party dress he had been "forced" to wear by this powerful woman, and in front of his girlfriend. The deep humiliation that had already ensued. And yet his sissy indicator now begged him to submit to even more embarrassment and shame. He feasted his eyes on his own layers of stiff net petticoats tantalizingly exposing their lace-frilled hems from beneath his dainty frock. There was NOTHING masculine about him...and he knew it. "I shall not ask you again, Sissy Fetisha," commanded Madame Chadwick. "you may enter the room, stand in the center, and drop a deep and respectful curtsey to the ladies. We are waiting...albeit impatiently." Any thought of challenging this determined woman was quickly evaporating when rob heard the commanding tone of Her voice. And though he desperately wanted to challenge Her, to prove to the beautiful women in the room that he was still very much a "man," his petticoated status belied his resolve. Thus he slowly made his swishing and rustling way to the center of the room, his face on fire with shame,  and still cradling the frilly pink satin party dress in his hands. The rustling and swishing of net, satin, and lace announced his arrival. And a deep, respectful, and shameful curtsey was the order of the day. "Your curtsey needs much work, Sissy Fetisha," Madame chastised. "Deportment lessons will be essential to your feminization and sissification. I simply will not have you mincing about in frilly party dresses and petticoats without exaggerated feminine mannerisms. EVERY trace of masculinity will be erased...forever. I see Miss ~L~ynn has decided to put you in a frilly pink party dress. I could not agree more. Pink is far more befitting of a Sissy...especially a feminine little Sissy like yourself.  It is a permanent reminder of your status...of a bad little boy who is undergoing permanent petticoating. I shall return you to the bedroom in your pink party dress in due time. However, I have something else in mind first. Place your frilly little pink party dress on a dress rack and then quickly return to the center of the room. you may sit in that straight-back chair." And with that, rob never even thought about resisting this powerful woman. Not even for a second. With petticoats swishing, he meekly obeyed. And then he returned to the center of the room, only to be reminded by Madame that, "Proper little girls smoothe their skirts before sitting down. I expect nothing less from a petticoated sissy. Now...take your seat...and be careful to smoothe your skirts as you slowly lower yourself into the chair." And while rob had read many times of those unfortunate petticoated lads desperately trying to arrange the masses of petticoats under their short frilly dresses, he was now charged with actually doing it...in front of an audience of powerful, beautiful, feminine women. Carefully, s-l-o-w-l-y, he lowered himself into the narrow chair. But to no avail. his petticoats spilled out everywhere, lacily displaying themselves to his audience. No matter how hard rob tried to suppress their bouffant frilliness, it was simply impossible. The women clearly were amused. Madame admonished the poor man. She made him repeat, over and over and over, the feminine practice of smoothing one's skirts and petticoats out before lowering oneself into a chair.  Finally, Madame allowed him to remain in his seat. And then Madame walked to the center of the room and stood directly in front of rob. "You adore your frilly dresses, don't you, Sissy Fetisha. Hmmm...?" She mockingly laughed. "Your petticoats are making quite an immodest display of themselves in front of the ladies. you need to be punished for such unladylike behavior." Then, turning to Dr. Jennifer Haynes, Madame requested "the piercing gun." Glaring back at rob, Madame Chadwick declared, "It's time we gave you earrings, my weak sissyboy..."

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That remark caught rob's attention. he squirmed in the narrow straight-backed chair facing his audience of beautiful women. His petticoats rustled with his nervousness. Never, ever had he envisioned actually getting his ears pierced. This would permanently mark him. he HAD to say something. he just had to. As he watched Dr. Jennifer Haynes retrieve a small bag from her desk, he stammered, "B...b...but Madame....." "You wish to speak, my dear boy?" Madame mockingly asked. "Y...yes, p...lease." "Whatever would a weak petticoated sissy like YOU have to add to our conversation? You are being most rude, interrupting what is a delightful morning for all of us. Sissies are to be seen and not heard." The ladies were on the edges of their seats, eagerly anticipating what rob might have to say. Madame sensed their interest and looked back at the poor little man, "Very well, Sissy Fetisha. Just this one time, though. You know the rules. Stand, smoothe out the wrinkles in your pretty little frilly dress, and curtsey daintily to the ladies before asking their permission to be heard." The women were mesmerized at Madame's total control of Her little sissyboy.  rob knew he needed to make a desprate plea, so he meekly obeyed. The frilly satin party dress rustled loudly and his layers of net and lace pettis swished femininely as he rose from the chair and attempted to pull down his satin skirt over his petticoats. But the oh-so-short frilly frock was not cooperating. The satin dress was wrinkled and  petticoats and lace were exposed everywhere. Under Madame Chadwick's careful stare, the poor man clumsily attempted to restore his skirts to some semblance of modesty and tidiness. The ladies giggled as he strugled mightily under Madame's watchful eyes. Finally, Madame Chadwick broke the silence, "Come here this instant! Stand in front of me while I straighten your dress and petticoats out. It is obvious you have much to learn about proper feminine deportment when you are wearing dresses. As your dresses become frillier and shorter, I will be adding more petticoats for extra fullness. Proper feminine deportment and mannerisms will be essential for your feminization. I suggest you learn quickly, my dear man...or else. Now...a proper curtsey is in order before you are allowed to speak. Go ahead, my pretty little petticoated sissy...curtsey for the ladies. Show all of us the sissy you really are."

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The meek little man minced towards the towering figure of Madame Chadwick. his rustling satin skirts and stiff crinolines, crushing his masculinity, forced him to take even daintier steps in a desperate attempt to eliminate at least some of the swishing of his exposed pettis. Upon arriving to face Madame Chadwick, rob curtsied  again. Madame remarked to the ladies, "Once the sissy is put into dresses, his curtseying becomes a more naturally feminine act of obedience and subjugation. If he were to be allowed to ever wear trousers, the curtsey would become less automatic. Keeping sissies in frilly dresses enhances their feminization." rob could not believe how clinical and matter-of-fact Madame was as she commented on his ever-growing emasculation. "Just look at you!" Madame scolded rob. "Your skirts are a mess! And so are your pettis! I shall NOT tolerate wrinkled skirts, especially from a male who is undergoing permanent sissification." Madame addressed her lady audience, "All sissies and bad little boys who have just been petticoated must be taught the art of effective skirt management. Petticoated males are such a challenge initially. They simply do not know how to keep their pettis from being wrinkled. I have devised many techniques, however, to severly punish a sissy who does not learn quickly how to act in his frillies." As Madame spoke, she directed the poor man to carefully fix the wrinkles in his sissy dress. As he plucked at the mass of stiff petticoats under his short satin dress, Madame also reminded the ladies that "such practice hastens to crush a sissy's resistance and accelerate his emasculation." When Madame had finally nodded her ascent to rob, She said, "Now, Sissy Fetisha, whatever is so important that you feel you must interrupt a lovely morning with your insatiable desire to speak?" rob hesitated. "Well????...We're waiting......" The room grew silent. rob fidgeted. his skirts and petticoats rustled musically. Jennifer Haynes stood up from behind her desk, moved to the center of the room to stand with Madame. Dr. Haynes was holding a small bag and two small jewelry boxes. rob tried to speak. But all he could do was swallow. his hands reached for pockets that were not there. So they nervously rested against the poufy white satin skirt of his party dress. Jennifer Haynes moved closer. She removed from one of the jewelry boxes a dangling sparkling yellow gold earring. She dangled it directly in front of rob. She smiled. She laughed. "Ohhhh my, this is sooooo adorable. Just look....." In five very small feminine gold letters strung together, the pretty earring spelled "S-I-S-S-Y." The tall beautiful doctor displayed it to the ladies. And then Madame Chadwick, asking Dr. Haynes for the piercing gun, turned to rob, "Now, my pretty little petticoated boy, what was it you wanted to say?" rob's eyes grew wide. He was about to have his ears pierced. Hde blurted out, "Please! NO! NO! NO! Don't pierce my ears. Please!" Madame feigned shock. "My dear little man. Whatever are you talking about? You've been petticoated! You have been put into frilly little dresses. You're wearing petticoats! OF COURSE I am going to pierce your ears! Now don't be such a baby! It will only sting just slightly. If you squeal, you will get double piercings. Is that understood?"

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The petticoated sissy cowered, tears came flooding from his eyes. Madame Chadwick laughed gaily. She explained to the ladies, "Reality is setting in. Piercing a sissy's ears is a permanent reminder that his charades as a 'real male' are over. As with his frilly dresses and petticoats, the earrings  display him for what he really is...or is about to become - a feminized, petticoated girlyboy. And, of course, piercing him while he is frocked and on public display, adds that essentil aspect of humiliation. Before the little man could say any more, Madame Chadwick had rolled a full-length swivel mirror into view. She then forced rob to "lower yourself into the straight-backed chair, and mind you, sissyboy, arrange your skirts very carefully and smoothe your petticoats out." Madame Chadwick then invited the audience of beautiful, feminine ladies to join her. As the women eagerly surrounded the poor little man,  Madame explained, "Forcing the sissy to look in the mirror and feast his greedy little eyes on his own net and lace petticoats while his ears are forcibly pierced is an intensely exciting and erotic moment for him. The sissy is desperately seeking to escape. Desperately hoping to recover some final masculine urge to resist. But, alas, he cannot." Madame laughed, and turned her attention to rob, taunting him. "Go ahead,  'Master Rob,' prove me wrong. Resist me. Resist the utter humiliation, shame, and embarrassment that I have every intention of putting you through as you become a permanent slave to your own ultrafeminine cravings.  Let me assure you, my little girlyman, frillier dresses, stiffer, lacier petticoats, makeup, satin and lace are your future. Your ONLY future. Permanent feminization is my plan for you. Never again will you wear horrid trousers. Dresses for you. Frilly dresses. Dresses fit for only the sissiest of males. Now...sit still..."

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Instinctively, rob moved to get up out of the chair. His short satin party dress and all of its layers of net and lace pettis rustled and swished excitedly. But the beautiful women moved in swiftly, surrounding him. Closing in on him. Shutting off any possible escape route from the chair. They towered over him. Angie shoved him back into the chair. Madame Chadwick taunted him, "What a pitiful specimen of a male you are! You're not going anywhere! Oh noooo...You've been frocked! Why just look at you. Surrounded by beautiful women. Feminine women. Very feminine women. More feminine than you will ever be. More powerful than you will ever be. Just look at them, 'Master Rob,'"  Madame taunted. "Every one of them, with their makeup impeccably applied, their pretty feminine dresses, high heels, lacy lingerie...Yes, my little one, their femininity is their weapon. I know my pretty little man, all sissies are vulnerable to powerful, beautiful, feminine women. Sissies envy them. You envy their femininity. You desperately wish to emulate that femininity. And yes, my pretty little man. You're one of those sissies. But you've been bad because, in your case, you've betrayed that little girllyboy inside you, desperately wanting to come out and play. Desperate to rule you. And because you have not given your inner sissy the proper respect she deserves, you must be punished. And the only fitting punishment is feminization and intense petticoating. Emasculation will lead to absolute obedience and submission. So it is imperative that you be kept in dresses. The really frilly party frocks that only a real sissy would be caught dead wearing. And feminine women, REALLY feminine women like these ladies who are in our delightful little club, insist that their sissies be properly frocked and petticoated at ALL times...for their amusement and entertainment. Now... arrange your skirts and petticoats by raising out of your chair slowly, fluff out your skirts until the ladies have approved, curtsey, apologize for your behavior, and lower yourself back into your chair, smoothing your skirts and pettis properly, so that I may pierce your ears. Another peep out of you, and you will receive double piercings. Or....if you refuse, I'll simply strip you in front of the ladies right now and reveal your frenzied little sissy indicator for all of them to see. I am quite certain your satin and lace undies are making 'him' quite the excited little fellow at the moment. So, my little sissyboy, what will it be?" rob never answered. He meekly submitted, following every step Madame had ordered, finally lowering himself back into the chair, smoothing out his satin skirts and layers of scrunchy snow white net, taffeta, and lace. "That's better, Sissy Fetisha." Madame declared triumphantly. "Now, look in the mirror. Look deeply int it. Now...look at your petticoats. Aren't they just to die for? Is it everything you fantasized it would be, Sissy? Your first frilly satin party dress, layers of petticoats, more lace than you could ever have imagined. Surrounded by beautiful...feminine...powerful women? Women who know now you're not a man. You're not even close to a man. Noooo...you're a boy. A bad boy. A very bad boy who has found himself in a frilly party dress and petticoats. About to be feminized and sissified. A bad boy who is going to be petticoated...permanently. No more golf for you. No more drinking beer with your buddies. No more dating beautiful women and then dumping them. Oh no...you need to be punished for your bad behavior. And you DO know how Madame punishes bad little boys, don't you? Hmmmm...? Oh yes, I PETTICOAT them...permanently. And I do it betond your wildest fantasies!..."

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rob's sissy indicator raged. That little girl inside of him was forcing her way out. Madame continued. "Ohhh yes, frilly dresses and stiff rustling pettis are ever so much more fitting for you, my little man. Just look in the irror. You frilly unies are exposed! Lace pettis are just everywhere! And that is precisely why I am going to keep you in short satin party dresses. Permanent displays of of your lace pettis will serve to both embarras, huniliate, and, yet, excite you to the point that total acquiescence and submission will be impossible for you to resist. Turning to Dr. Haynes and to Angie, Madame asked them to "assist me as I pierce our little sissy's ears. After all, little girls just adore pierced ears. Why would a simpering litle sissy be any different!" Madame laughed gaily. As the two beautiful women pressed their hands down on rob's shoulders. Madame took the first S-I-S-S-Y earring, dangled in front of rob, handed it to Angie to hold for her. Then the smell of rubbing alcohol being dabbed on cotton was followed by a quick piercing of ths sissy's right ear. And while rob never uttered a sound, tears welled up in his eyes. The women noticed. Madame Chadwick took the earring, affixed it to rob's ear, and quickly repeated the process to his left ear. The gold earrings sparkled in the light of the room. "Stand up, Sissy Fetisha," Madame commanded. Slowly the poor man rose out of the chair, cognizant to fluff his skirts and petticoats with his now trembling hands. "Fix your petticoats! If you insist on wearing frilly party dresses then I am going to insist that wrinkled skirts simply will NOT be tolerated. Now fix the lace hem on your pettis. Some of your dainty lace was crushed under your skirts. You may use the mirror to check your exposed pettis in the back. rob's face now was red, really red, with shame. He could feel the earrings swinging back and forth as he moved his head to fix his skirts. "Raise the hem of your frilly dress and show me that your petticoats have no wrinkles in them!" Madame ordered. His nervous fingers became even more nervous because these beautiful women were now right next to him, scrutinizing his every movement. The petticoats hissed at him as if to say, "Be careful what you wish for." Finally, Madame ordered him to look in the mirror, focusing on his earrings. Suddenly, the poor man broke down and weeped, burying his face in his hands. And while the women may have felt a slight tinge of empathy, Madame quickly reminded them, "All sissies act this way when they get their ears pierced. At least those sissies who realize that they have now been exposed for what they really are. They are not men. There is nothing masculine about them. And those who have masqueraded as men, once they have been petticoated, realize that the earrings symbolize their permanent sissification and feminization. It's actually quite amusing to see them like this. It makes them more likely to accept their training from me because there is no turning back now." Turning her attention to rob, she laughed cruelly, "Perhaps you would like for me to strip you down, right this moment, in front of the ladies, remove your frilly finery, and allow them to witness how you are really feeling? Hmmmmm? As shameful and embarrassing as this is, it excites you, doesn't it, my litle cherub. Ohhhh yes, Madame knows....Madame knows everything. Now, wipe those silly tears from your face with my lace hankie, thank me for piercing your ears, curtsey, and then, in your highest most little girl voice, ask me politely to keep you in frilly dresses and petticoats because you have been a very bad boy. Go ahead. Do it!" With that, Madame removed a heavily lace-embellished fine linen hankie and handed it to Her newest victim...

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Poor, poor, rob. Exposed. Humiliated. The earrings dangled from each ear, sparkling in the light of the room. The pathetic little excuse for a male, frocked, petticoated, and now subjected to the whims of beautiful women...powerful women...feminine women...mesmerized by the slow and eliiberate emasculation of a male. No, there would be no escaping. There would be no turning back. There would be no quick and instant gratification with a return to his normal masquerade as a male. Madame Chadwick would see to that. Because now, at this moment, he fully realized this woman... cold, calculating, determined, and...yes, experienced...would take great delight in his permanent sissification and feminization. Yes, this woman knew rob even better than rob knew himself. She knew his deepest fantasies. His fetishistic addiction to satin, lace, tulle, petticoats, the ultrafeminine frilly dresses, makeup...all of it. And She knew that he would subject himself to the most extreme humiliation imaginable because he just couldn't resist...no matter how hard he tried...he just could not. And rob was the perfect sissy for Madame. rob was that pitiful male desperately trying to suppress his desires. Desperate to deny the exquisite excitement generated with each additional humiliation. Desperate to resist once he realized that Madame was playing for keeps. Hoping against hope that Her plan to permananetly sissify him were just fantasy. But the earrings...the piercing of his ears...Madame Chadwick stared deeply, and icily into his tear-filled eyes. "Now...now, my little man. Just look at you now. All frocked and petticoated for the ladies. Wearing your first frilly party dress. Layers of stiff petticoats trimmed is rows of sissy lace. Too girly...too feminine..even for a real little girl. But just perfect for a sissy like you." Madame reached down and made frou frou with rob's pettis. Swished them back and forth. Fingered their ruffled lace hems. Toyed with the small pink satin bows." How's that little sissy indicator doing...now!" She laughed. "Is 'he' responding to my ministration? Am I controlling 'the little fella'? Is that dainty, sissy little girl inside of you just begging to come out and play? Hmmmmm......? Is 'she' laughing at you, too? Is 'she' conspiring with your sissy indicator to crush your masculine ego? Shall I order you to raise your petticoats, lower your sissy panties, and expose you for what you really are? Hmmmm.? You know I can. You know I will. Perhaps I should talk just a little more 'petticoat talk' to you now. Drive that little sissy indicator wild?" Madame now slowly begain to raise the front of the sissyman's frilly dress and petticoats, ever so slowly, until the rows of ruffled white lace from his double-sided satin sissy panties became visible. "I need to finish preparing you for the bedroom. Your, ahem," Madame added sarcastically "girlfriend is waiting." As the sissy's sissy indicator raged, Madame Chadwick fingered the ruffled lace of the satin sissy panties, "I cannot wait until Miss ~L~ynn sees your earrings. You see, I promised her a special surprise when you returned to the bedroom." Continuing to play with the lace ruffles of his sissy panties, Madame asked her victim one last time, "Now...do we lower your panties...now...in front of the ladies...or do you take my lace hankie, wipe your tears, fix your skirts and petticoats, curtsey, and in your highest, most feminine little girl voice, ask me for permission to wear frilly little party dresses...all the time? What shall it be my pretty little sissy? Hmmm?"