PETTICOATED!

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The simpering sissyman cowered as Madame Chadwick pulled out a gleaming white satin glove, lavishly lace-frilled at the cuff, and slowly slid it on over her long right hand. She moved forward...obviously readying herself to lower the lace-encrusted satin sissy panties rob was wearing beneath the layers of rustling petticoats. Just as Madame reached for the waistband..."NO! N.n.n.nooooo...please....please not that!" The sissy moved his trembling hands to lower his delightful rustling skirts and petticoats in a feverish frenzy to prevent Madame Chadwick from literally exposing the frenziedly excited state his sissy indicator was enjoying as Madame's feminization plans were accelerating. Embarrassed, humiliated, standing in the presence of these beautiful women...desperate to use his petticoats and his frilly satin party frock to conceal his descent into sissydom. Madame looked up squarely into the horror-struck face of her latest male victim, tears streaming from his eyes. Madame's eyes widened, she nodded triumphantly, and warned him, "Beg me....beg me...now! Or else!" And then Madame slowly, very slowly, with her left hand, began to raise the short white satin skirt of the dainty party dress until it allowed a full view of pettis. The frilly feminine clouds of net, tulle, and snow white lace were all that separated the ladies from a view of an exposed sissy indicator. "Hold the skirts of your frilly dress so that I may raise your petticoats...layer by frilly layer...and tell you all that I am going to do to you...one frilly ultragirly, ultrasissy detail after another...until, finally, there is nothing left to hide." Madame's right arm was slowly, very slowly, moving back and forth beneath the rustling pettiskirts while her left hand reached for the first stiff layer of white net and lace. "Your sissification will be agonizingly slow...very slow...with a strong emphasis on ultrafeminine mannerisms. Limp wrists, mincing steps, deep curtsies. But there will never be any doubt that you are a male...a sissy male...with no hope...ever...of resembling anything masculine. Yes, my boy, a dainty little boy in frilly party dresses trying to be the very best sissy he can be. Ultrafeminine. Ultragirly." Madame handed the poor man the first stiff rustling layer of net and lace. "Here, hold your petticoat for Madame. After all, it's YOUR petticoat, Sissy." Then She reached down to take the next layer, also stiff crinoline net, snow white and covered in lace. "Makeup will be allowed only after you have learned to sit properly in frilly party dresses. You will immediately begin  intense training of the proper way smoothe your skirts before lowering yourself into a chair, smoothing your skirts and petticoats, and attempting to conceal as much of your frilly lace as possible. It is most immodest for little boys in dresses to display too many of their pettis. Of course, your dainty dresses will be so short as to afford all ladies views of your pettis. And because you are undergoing sissification, you will never be able to fully conceal your petticoats. And because you are a sissy, you will not mind the ladies seeing your exposed frilly undies. After all, a real sissy wear his petticoats and party dresses with pride. And you will be so very proud to be Madame's sweet, feminine little sissy boy, my dear. Madame will see to that." As the second stiff layer of crinoline net reached the boy's waist, Madame ordered rob to hold it, too. And then She returned to the next stiff, rustling layer, "You will serve women. ALL women. Your humiliation and degradation are to amuse us. You will be our entertainment. Evry morning you will present yourself to me for your lingerie inspection. It is I who will approve your petticoats and sissy panties as appropriately feminine enough. Anything that is not to my satisfaction will be met with punishment. Spankings will occur every afternoon at tea.  You will be required to serve tea every afternoon in petticoats and your frilliest party dress." Another stiff lacy layer was handed to the poor man for him to hold. "I will be hiring three full time maids to assist me in your sissification. And yes, my dear, they will be the most beautiful, ultrafeminine, dominant young women I know. And ALL of them will have one objective: To petticoat you, sissify you, and emasculate you. I will attire them in the shortest French Maid's uniforms, put them in layers of stiff petticoats, and encourage them to tease you endlessly. Their femininity will be their ultimate weapon." She handed poor rob another stiff petticoat for him to grasp...And then.......

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"Puhleeeeze...omg..........puhleeeeeeeeeze.........stop.....stop, please....please don't do this to me." Madame laughed at the glazed far-away look in the boy's eyes. Madame stopped her ministrations with her right hand. She withdrew the still white satin gloved hand from beneath his pettis. "Madame, please don't make me a...a...a..." "A what, rob? Hmmm. Make you a what? Say it. Say the word. That magic word. Make you a what? A sissy? Hmmm.... Is that what you are trying to say? My oh my, my little boy. Drop your petticoats and fluff your skirts. And no wrinkles. Be quick about it, too!" rob did as ordered as the women watched, giggling, at the unmistakeable feminine mannerisms he was using to fluff out his skirts and straighten his petticoats. "Very well, rob. Now...curtsey for me. Do it!" Again, he complied. The deep curtsey created a sibilant rustling of satin and net and lace. "Here's your final sissy test. Go to the bedroom. The bedroom where your, ahem, your girlfriend is waiting. Convince her you are not a sissy. Convince her you shoud not be put in dresses and petticoats. Have ~L~ynn order me to stop petticoating you. It's that simple, rob. Now go..."

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The weak little man hesitated. Madame continued, "On the other hand...if you do not regain your masculinity...in the bedroom...I expect to see you in pale pink. Pale pink satin and white net petticoats with dainty pink ribbon bows. And, of course, my little girlyboy, LACE! Your petticoats WILL be trimmed, every single layer, in delicate white lace. Miss ~L~ynn will have a special little gift for you to wear under your sissy panties, too, my boy. A dainty, satin, lace-bedecked sheath, surrounded with layer after layer of ruffled white lace. It will  serve to petticoat your sweet little...but very naughty and obviously excited...sissy indicator. When you are next presented to us, all of us, either you will be wearing your silly boy-clothes," Madame smirked, "Or you will be in your new sissy pink satin party dress and petticoats. Now...you are dismissed to the bedroom and Miss ~L~ynn. Go, sissy!" This was rob's chance to escape... and he knew it. Terrified, and without curtseying, he ran as quickly as he could from the room, his stiff petticoats and satin party frock rustling and swishing musically as he escaped from the room. He even stopped to close the door on his way out. As the door shut, the women in the room laughed. "OMG!" exclaimed Angie.  "I had no idea you could make any man submit to such embarrassment and humiliation. That was absolutely priceless. What a sissy!" Dr. Jennifer Haynes chimed in, "Madame, as always, you were splendid. How would you assess rob's 'potential?'" The women giggled at Jennifer's use of the word "potential." Madame Chadwick calmly responded, a wry smile of confidence on her lips, "I am going to have so much fun with this one. In many respects, he is still a little boy. A clumsy pathetic little boy struggling to become a man...even at his age. He knows that his time has run out. He desperately wants to enjoy his little sissy fantasies and fetishes without experiencing the reality that I have every intention of playing for keeps. He is quite aware that I know exactly what excites...and yet embarrasses and humiliates him the most. And he knows that he will be unable to resist. Make no mistake about this. He does want to resist. But that femmy little girlygirl inside of rob is playing for keeps, too. His undeniable fetish for the most ultrafeminine and girly of clothing will be the 'piece de resistance.' Forcing closet sissies like our little man here into dresses and petticoats is exactly what I do best." Dr. Jennifer Haynes asked Madame, "Madame Chadwick, exactly what time is your beautiful niece expected to arrive next week." "Dr. Haynes, my dear niece Lacy will be here Tuesday. She is extremely feminine and has learned quite well under my tutelage. Her very short, almost boyishly cut, jet black hair gives her that ultrafeminine androgynous look. She is also a bit more creative with her humiliation and embarrassment of petticoated sissies. This will be Lacy's most direct involvement with any candidate for permanent feminization and sisification that I have worked with. She is quite excited......... Meanwhile, rob approached the ultrafeminine bedroom where the beautiful blonde, his soon-to-be former girlfriend, ~L~ynn, anxiously  awaited him...

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As the poor man desperately tried to open the door to the frilly bedroom, he glanced down at the layers of net, tulle and lace above his knees displaying themselves proudly from beneath the short satin party dress he had been "forced" into by Madame. The petticoats hissed at him, as if mocking his petticoated status. And as he gazed at his layers of white pettis, his sissy indicator raged with excitement. It, too, had betrayed him. It, too, craved the intoxicating ultrafeminine, ultragirly dresses he would soon be wearing. And it, too, fought to be petticoated...permanently. He banged on the locked door, "Lynn, Lynn! It's me. It's rob. Let me in! Please let me in! Please!" A quiet feminine whisper came from the other side of the door, "rob"? rob?" I don't know anybody named "rob." She giggled in her girliest voice. Rob got angry. "Dam*it, Lynn, let me in. I need some clothes. Now let me in. I'm outta here!" "Sissy, sissy, I have YOUR clothes, Honey. Dresses! Frilly little party dresses. All dainty, satiny, and soooooooo short everyone will just know you are wearing petticoats! Admit it, rob. You're a sissy. And now......you're MY sissy. My very own little girlyboy, to dress and feminize and petticoat any way I see fit. Admit it, Honey. You DO love your frilly dresses so much more than those boring pants you are wanting me to give you. Besides, Silly, sissies don't wear pants. Ever! At least MY sissies don't. They wear dresses! And you look soooooooooooo cute in dresses! No, my sissy little boyfriend, you are destined for petticoats. Now...tell me you are a little sissyboy and you need to be frocked and petticoated and maybe, just maybe, I will let you into my boudoir for fun and games. Dressup games. I may even trade dresses with you! Ooooooooh! Wouldn't that be fun! Wearing each other's frilly party dresses and seeing who can wear the laciest and stiffest petticoats. Say it, sissy. Just say it. Tell Miss ~L~ynn you want her to force you into frilly dainty dresses because you're not 'man' enoiugh to do it on your own. That's okay. Miss ~L~ynn understands. You already know I am too beautiful for you to resist. And I'm just girly enough and feminine enough to put you in the perfect dress! I'm getting hot at just the thought of you trying on frilly party dresses for me. Playing with your petticoats in front of me. Maybe...just maybe...if you're a good little sissy...Miss ~L~ynn will allow you to touch my own stiff, lace petticoats. Maybe...just maybe...Miss ~L~ynn will even let you playwith my petticoats while I am in my own frilly frock. I just bet you'd  love that, wouldn't you, my little Sissy Fetisha?" She teased. ~L~ynn was giggling femininely. "Hurry, Sissy Fetisha! Hurry...before Madame Chadwick finds you...."

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Poor rob! While the rustling short bridal satin skirts of his dainty party dress rustled musically and his stiff lace petticoats hissed enchantingly, the little sissy man desperately tried to convince his beautiful blonde girlfriend to forego plans to feminize and petticoat him. "~L~ynn! Please, ~L~ynn, let me in! I'm getting my clothes, the keys to my car, and I'm outta here! Now...dam*it, let me in!!!" The beautiful blonde, attired in her own short girly party frock, resplendent with oodles of pettis, taunted him through the locked door. "Madame will take the switch to you, Honey, if she hears you talking like this. So.....which is it? Playing dressup in my frilly boudoir...just the two of us...or...Madame? Hmmmm...?" ~L~ynn giggled coquettishly. "Will you try on frilly dresses for me? You know you want to. You know you're a sissy. And you know sissies wear dresses. And if you obey me, I've got the most adorable, lacy, satiny, sissy present for your...sissy indicator. After all, IT deserves to be petticoated, too!" The beautiful blonde laughed. And I have several of them for you to choose from. Pale pink, white, all the pretty feminine colors. And just covered in lace! All tucked away inside your sissy panties and your layers of petticoats. Now...wouldn't you like that, my pretty sissy boy?" Whispering through the door, and hoping Madame Chadwick would not hear him, rob replied, "~L~ynn, I want my pants. I want my clothes. All of them! Now let me in." "Pants? Trousers? You??? How funny! How cute! You know sissies don't wear pants...ever! They wear dresses! And sissies who are under petticoat punishment and feminization wear PETTICOATS!" Suddenly, rob heard Madame Chadwick's commanding voice, "Sissy Fetisha, must I apply the switch to you? Must I spank you right now...right here...and apply a rather special type of punishment that I reserve especially for my most difficult little boys? You have exactly 30 seconds to go to your room and convince Miss ~L~ynn that you really aren't a little sissyboy at all. I'm counting...29...28...27..." rob gulped. "~L~ynn, please...please...don't do this to me. Please!" "20...19...18..." rob pleaded, "~L~ynn, let me in...please!" Madame counted. "15...14...13..." ~L~ynn giggled, "Tell me, sissy...tell me what I want to hear. Hurry!" ""10...9...8..." "Okay, okay...I'm a sissy. I need to be...petticoated..." ~L~ynn giggled, "And...?" "I need to wear dainty little girl-style party dresses..." "5...4...3..." "And you WILL obey ME...and SUBMIT?..." ~L~ynn asked the desperate man. "2...1..."  "Yes..." And the door opened. And standing before the frightened, petticoated and frocked little mand was the beautiful blonde ~L~ynn, frocked and petticoated, and holding her right thumb and forefinger out in front of her full skirts, dangling in front of her wide-eyed victim, a...

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rob's eyes were as wide as saucers! He stared straight at the humiliating garment his tall beautiful feminine blonde girlfriend dangled teasingly and enticingly in front of him. The narrow white lace-embellished satiny sheath had four long pink satin ribbons running from it, no doubt to secure the ignominious garment to his sissy indicator and tuck it securely into place between his legs. "Look familiar, sissyboy?" taunted ~L~ynn. "Hmmmm...let me see...how about a little test? A literature test...short stories, to be exact." rob's face flushed and reddened. The beautiful blonde towered over her little prey. Her 5-inch white  stiletto heels simply enhanced her height over her simpering victim. With her left hand, she flirtatiously swished her thigh-high short skirt of her satiny sissy party frock, watching the greedy eyes of her soon-to-be sissy slave focus on her white lace and pink satin-ribbon- bowed petticoats. She moved in on her boytoy, "I think it's so adorable how sissies just melt in front of strong, dominant, feminine, and beautiful women. And when the women are in frilly dresses and petticoats, like I am, well...I get hot just thinking about what I am going to do to you. A feminine girly bedroom just full of rack after rack of frilly dresses. A pathetic little sissy who simply cannot resist my feminine desires to humiliate, embarrass, and...ooohhh...excite him." ~L~ynn continued to make froufrou with her left hand, revealing even more of her lace. "Oh yes, now...for my little literature question. I just KNOW you are going to know the answer. She giggled. "It's a short story, just for sissies...like YOU." No. No, she wouldn't! rob thought to himself. And then, "It's such an easy question; and if you answer it correctly, I'll let you touch my petticoats. Play with my lace...for...one minute. And while you play with my petticoats, I'm going to glance around our femmy boudoir for a different frock, a frillier one, for you to wear for me. Okay?' She teased, playing with and fingering her lace pettis. "Oooo!" the beautiful blonde giggled, "We're going to have SO much fun tonight! And now...the question." Looking deep into rob's eyes as if daring him to look away from Her, the beautiful blonde continued, "You HAVE read 'Leslie's Adventures in Petticoatland,' rob, haven't you?" She laughed. rob hesitated. "After all it IS on of the classics in the genre of petticoat punishment. Written by Nan Gilbert? Poor little Leslie? Petticoated by his 'evil' Auntie?" rob tried to look away from ~L~ynn. But to no avail. "Well.....?" Rob's face burned. HOW did She know? But the beautiful blonde didn't let up. "Poor little leslie. A sissy...just like you. Addicted to satin and lace. Weak. Submissive. Didn't put up much of a fight did, he, rob? Never wore trousers again. You HAVE read 'Leslie's Adventures in Petticoaland,' right? Kind of a sissy essential." Before rob could even answer her rhetorical question, the beautiful blonded moved closer. "You DO want to play with my petticoats, don't you, sissy? Play with their lace. Examine my pink satin bows?" rob's breathing grew deeper. His skirts hissed. "Of course you do!" "Now... the question: "This delightful and quite adorable little feminizing garment which I am holding, and which YOU will be wearing before the night is over, is similar to the same little sissifying garment poor little leslie was forced to wear. What is it called?" rob shook his head in shame. "Go ahead, sissy, answer the question. You know you can't resist. Answer the question, girlyboy." he hesitated. Tears came from his eyes. ~L~ynn had no remorse; instead, a triumphant look appeared on her face. She pulled the short satin skirt of her dainty party dress up a bit higher, revealing even more of her lace petticoats. "Answer the question, sissy. Answer it." She dangled the frilly sheath in front of rob's tear-stained face. And then, slowly, ever so slowly, rob spoke the answer, "A pe*is petticoat." "VERY good, sissy. Very good." And then, the sissy man broke. He began to sob. The tears came faster. His humiliation reddened his face. And ~L~ynn laughed. "I knew it. You ARE a sissy." rob cried. ~L~ynn taunted him. "Why, you even cry like a little girl. Now...play with my lace and then I can find some more suitable party dresses for your immediate feminization."

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As soon as ~L~ynn was able to get rob to answer the humiliating question, she quickly locked the door and pushed the poor sobbing man onto the thick pale pink satin comforter covering the top of the pink and white canopied bed. As he hit the bed, he landed in a mass of his own stiff petticoats. Now the simpering man desperately tried to suppress the boufffant frilliness of the layers of stiff net and lace pouring out from beneath his short satin party frock. The beautful blonde stood over him in her five-inch white stilettos. "My, my, just look at you now. Crying like a little girl. At least be 'man' enough to admit that you're a ssssisssyyyy. After all, no REAL man would allow himself to be daintily frocked, petticoated, and put under the control of girls. So just admit it. Admit that you need to be kept in frilly dresses. All sissies do. That's what makes you sissies." As the beautiful blonde towered over her sissy boytoy, She knew very well his addiction to net and lace would compel him to look up her own short, petticoat-bedecked party dress. Now She would have some real fun with him. Despite the sissy's tearful predicament, She was right. She caught his greedy eyes feasting themselves on Her own generously exposed layers of snow-white net and heavily embellished lace petticoats. "Do you like what you see, sisssssyyy?" ~L~ynn hissed. Hmmmmm...?" She laughed. Taking Her right fingertips, the beautiful, dominant, blonde slowly lifted the hem of her short satin party frock, revealing an abundance of exquisite white lace. She fingered her lace teasingly, playing to the pathetic sissy. "I just adore lace. It makes me feel soooooooo girly. So feminine. Like a real girly girl. You DO love my lace, don't you sissy robbi?" rob could only stare...greedily. "What's the matter, sisssssy, kitty cat got your tongue?" ~L~ynn laughed. She continued to taunt and tease the mesmerized sissyboy. Her fingers raised Her skirt just a little bit more, revealing now several small pale pink satin bows attached to the layers of white netting. She fingered the pink bows. "Aren't the pink bows just too feminine? I feeel like such a girly girl. It reminds me of when I was a little girl. I would wear a frilly little dress and petticoats whenever my mother made me. Of course, there were those special times when I would wear an especially frilly little dress with oodles of petticoats when a certain little boy came around. I used to tease him unmercifully. Call him a sissy. Make him cry. He was one of those timid little boys. Frail. Not much of an athlete. Girly. Secretly I just knew he adored my frilly dresses. I used to tease him with glimpses of my petticoat lace. Occasionally, I would threaten to put him in dresses and petticoats if he ever refused to do as I ordered him to do. I used to boss him around. I noticed that when I was wearing frilly party dresses and petticoats, he was always so docile, like you. So weak, like you. So submissive, like you. He'd get that glazed look over his eyes when I showed him glances of my petticoats. Just like you. I'll never forget the first time I called him a sissy. he cried. Can you believe that? He cried! It was so funny. Just because I called him a sissy. You remind me so much of that little boy, rob. Only this time I really do get to tease my sissy. Taunt him. Put him in frilly dresses." The beautiful blonde raised her skirt higher. Now the poor little sissy man saw the prettiest, feminine, delicate pink satin rosebuds embroidered into the beautiful blonde's petticoats. "DO you like the pretty rosebuds, sissy robbi? Hmmmm...? Yes. my little petticoated sissyboy, while you were entertaining the ladies, I just had to put on a more feminine petticoat. Something more girly. More femmy. Prove to you I can be a real girly gurl when I want to be. Because I know that girly girls have a special ability to petticoat and emasculate weak hapless sissies...just like you. We know exatly what sissies like. Don't we? Hmmm...? The poor man, noticing that his own billowing petticoats had engulfed him, desperately tried to suppress them. They rustled loudly, as if mocking his attempt to conceal them. The tall blonde mocked him. "My, my just like a little sissy. As soon as he is put into his very first frilly party dress and petticoats, he tries desperately to hide his pettis. Silly boy! I'm putting you into shorter party dresses and petticoats so everyone will have NO doubt what you are...and what you will always be. Now, how would you like to examine my girliest petticoat? After all, I put it on...especially for you..."