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'Brigitte,' my mother ordered the maid. Brigitte curtseyed deeply, flashing glimpses of her own net and lace. 'Oui, Madame?' 'Go back to Miss Kyra's bedroom and fetch my darling little daughter's pale pink satin party frock.' And then my mother added, 'And bring a pair of the laciest, frilliest, white satin rhumba panties you can find, my dear. Our dear little billy shall be dressed properly for the remainder of our delightful little tea party. It is obvious he is a sissy..and a sissy does NOT wear trousers. Sissies wear dresses. Frilly party dresses so that ladies and girls are accorded the proper respect we are due. His petticoats should be worn under a pretty little dress.' 'OH OUI! Madame!' Brigitte, clearly excited about the prospect of putting the little boy into a frilly party frock, curtsied, and was gone, her short-skirted satin uniform swishing excitedly.  I was amazed at the ease with which my mother was now controlling and dominating little billy. She then warned him, 'Young man, another outburst like the one we just witessed, and I shall strongly suggest to your 'Mummy' that you share your naughty little secret with us. Furthermore, if you cannot behave accordingly, you will be going home in a frilly dress and petticoats.' And then my mother glared at the frightened little boy, adding, 'If you were mine, you would never wear trousers again. I would keep you in dainty little party dresses and make you wear petticoats all the time.' Little billy gulped. His fingers nervously plucked at his stiff petticoat hems. Ms. Anderson beamed with delight as her recalcitrant little stepson cowered in the presence of my Mother. And I, well, I stood mesmerized at what I was witnessing. In an instant, Brigitte returned to the parlor, holding by a pink satin hanger one of my very frilliest partydresses. It was a baby pale pink silk satin. It gleaned and rustled as the beautiful maid held it out for Ms. Anderson's inspection. Every time I had worn that little dress even I felt a bit 'sissyish' in it. It was over the top girly. Ultra feminine. And very poufy and short. I couldn't imagine a BOY having to wear such a frilly little dress!" Madame laughed. Her sinister laugh dripped with sarcasm as she called little billy anderson a 'boy.'...

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Madame Chadwick stopped for a moment, thought reflectfully,and continued, "It was the perfect dress! And my Mother knew it. It would thoroughly emasculate little billy anderson...and in the presence of me. The humiliation of being petticoated is one thing...but to have it done in front of a pretty little girl who also is wearing her own frilly dress and petticoats...well, dear ladies, you can just imagine. The poor little boy knew the finality of the afternoon when he saw the dress. And Brigitte spared no shame in pointing out the exquisitely feminine details of the frilly party frock to billy's stepmother. As Brigitte commented on the attached ultra-stiff organdy petticoats sewn into the satin skirt, she smiled knowingly at little billy. Yes, Brigitte knew the importance of that moment. A certain epiphany exists for any sissy about to be publicly frocked for the first time. And Brigitte's own exquisite femininity simply enhanced her ability to completely disarm the little boy. No matter how hard billy anderson might declare his resistance to being put into his first frilly little girl's party dress, the inevitability did not even escape little billy. Oh yes, dear ladies, he knew his petticoating would be complete...and public! Brigitte assured Ms. Anderson that 'this is the perfect frock for any little girl...or sissy. Of course,' Brigitte giggled, 'this frilly little dress requires oodles of stiff petticoats to give it proper flare. Miss Kyra wears a bouffant party slip with her petticoats when she wears her frillier party dresses.  Of course, she also wears her party slips and petticoats even when she isn't in a frilly frock. She simply adores being feminine for her dear Mother and,' Brigitte added sarcastically, 'For certain little boys who come to her special tea parties.' Then the tall beautiful maid took the rustling pale pink satin confection, removed it from its matching pink satin hanger, and held it by its puffed sleeves. And with one hand, Brigitte took the hem of the satin party dress, and pulled it up slightly to show little billy the attached organdy petticoats sewn into the skirt to ensure maximum fullness. 'You are going to need all of your petticoats to wear this frilly little party dress, Monsieur billy,' she teased the terrified boy. 'Now...be a good little sissy for Miss Brigitte while i get you into your first frilly party dress.' Between Brigitte's sultry sexy and very feminine voice and flashes of her very own ultra lacy petticoats, billy never even moved. This little dress had so many buttons in the back, all beautiful white pearl. And as the maid s-l-o-w-l-y unbuttoned each of them, she whispered to her little male charge, 'Brigitte ne peut pas attendre pour vous mettre dans votre robe toute premiere partie de frous-frous, surtout une si mignonne et girly.' Her French mesmerized little billy. As the dress rustled with each button being unfastened, the feminine maid continued her whispers to billy. If only little billy could have translated what she was saying. But it wouldn't have mattered. The femininty in the room was overwhelming him. 'Brigitte va s'assurer que son amie Sissy petite porte jamais un pantalon a nouveau.' One by one the buttons were skillfully undone by the tall maid. She pursed her lips. I noticed that she had reapplied fresh lipstick when she had slipped out to retrieve billy's dress. 'Une petite robe fronce'e pour un petit garcon effe'mine'.' The maid giggled girlishly. 'Finally! The last button!' Brigitte exclaimed. And with that the beautiful maid quickly took the frilly dress and ordered billy to continue to stand still. It was the first authoritative command Brigitte had used. And it worked. The poor hapless little boy never moved. Brigitte teased little billy, "Master billy, my own frilly petticoats may get in the way as I put you into your first frilly little dress. I'm wearing so many pettis that it is inevitable. Of course, I am cetain that you will excuse me for that. What we girls do to please you................boys!' She laughed gaily, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she hesitantly called him a boy.  And then in a matter of seconds it was over. That baby girl pale pink satin party dress, among the frilliest little party dresses I had ever worn, was placed over that poor boy's head. Brigitte moved quickly to pull the hem of the short dress over billy's billowing petticoats. Tears came to billy's eyes. Brigitte ignored them. The hem of little billy anderson's very first frilly party dress fell only to midthigh. It was sooooooooo short. And his petticoats were exposed. And when billy instinctively attempted to try to tug at the hem of the dress, my mother admonished him. "Young man, you will keep your hands to your side and do NOT touch your dainty dress!!! Do you understand?' Billy did not answer. Blly's stepmother ordered him to answer my mother respectfully. He barely whispered a 'yes.' And now Brigitte moved quickly to fasten the long row of pearl buttons in the back of the dress. I had worn that dress many times, ladies. and it was impossible to it remove without assistance."...

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Ladies, it was a priceless scene. As little billy anderson quietly sobbed, and buried his face in his hands in utter shame, Brigitte tittered gaily, 'My, my master billy, you even cry like a little girl. I am sure they are tears of happiness, Oui?' The muffled sound of the little boy's voice could be heard, crying, "Why? Oh why are you doing this to me? I'm a boy! I'm a boy! Boy's don't wear...dresses.' Ignoring little billy's protestations, Brigitte simply hastened her efforts to secure each and every button in the back of billy's dainty dress, humming the tune 'I Enjoy Being A Girl.' With great ease and assurance, my Mother spoke directly to a concerned Ms. Anderson. 'Dear lady, this is a normal reaction for most sissies who are being petticoated for the first time. It is quite normal for them to put up some resistance, but it is mostly token, especially with your dear little billy here. He knows he is a sissy. And he knows he really should be in petticoats. A soon as Brigitte has him securely fitted into his first sweet little party dress, and perhaps just a hint of makeup, he will begin to settle down, and that silly boyish spirit will begin to succ-umb to his overwhelming love of all things dainty and feminine. I suspect, deep down, little billy is a real girly girl. Billy suddenly removed his buried face from his hands, and shouted defiantly, I am NOT a girl! I am a BOY! Suddenly he reached around to the back of his dress and attempted to grab Brigitte's hand in a desperate effort to stop her from imprisoning him in the frilly dress. He desperately tried to reach for a button and unfasten it. But before he could even start, the tall maid grabbed little billy's hand and squeezed it...hard. Very hard. Little billy was no match. He screamed in pain. Brigitte laughed. 'Ouch, you're hurting me!!' billy cried. The beautiful maid continued to squeeze little billy's hand, 'A REAL boy would be able to break the grip of a 'girl,' master billy. Now...apologize to Miss Brigitte and maybe, just maybe, I will let go.' 'Ouch!!! You're hurting me!' Then the tall maid, making frou frou with her own petticoats, exposing their lacy white layers for billy to see, giggled, 'Apologize to Brigitte...and promise to be a good little boy.' Femininely, she continued to make rustling froufrou with her exposed pettis while maintaining her vice grip on billy's little hand. 'Do you like Brigitte's frilly petticoats, master billy? Hmmmm...?' Of course, billy refused to answer. 'Please let go! Please! You're hurting me!' 'ME? Silly little me, master billy?' Brigitte replied. 'But I'm just a girl. A weak little girl. And you...why you are a big strong..................boy!' My mother and billy's stepmother laughed at Brigitte's obvious sarcasm. 'OUCH! Okay! Okay! Okay!' Brigitte tightened her grip a little more...twisting little billy's arm now. Brigitte's petticoats lacily exposed themselves as the tall feminine maid taunted billy. 'Apologize, SISSY!' Brigitte ordered. Little billy's squirming created a loud rustling frou frou of his own stiff petticoats.  'I'm sorry...I'm sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!' the poor boy screamed. 'Not good enough!' Brigitte responded. 'You will apologize to each one of us...individually. First, Ms. Chadwick.' "I...I...I am sorry, Ms. Chadwick. I am truly sorry. Ouch!' Now, to Miss Kyra.' 'Miss Kyra, I apologize. I am sorry....'  'You will also apologize to Miss Kyra for making fun of her frilly party dress and teasing her when you first arrived to our delightful tea party.' 'Ouch! I...I..I am sorry, Miss Kyra, for making fun of you.' 'Now,' Brigitte ordered, 'Tell Miss Kyra how much you simply adore her frilly party dress and how pretty and feminine she looks in it. After all, she wore it especially for you!' 'Ouch! Miss Kyra, your party dress is very pretty and you look very feminine in it. Thank you for wearing it for me today.' 'That's better,' Brigitte said. 'Now, you will apologize to your kind and sweet Stepmother to whom you have been so mean and rude.' 'Mummy, I apologize for being so mean to you.' The tall feminine dominant maid persisted,' Now, ask your 'Mummy' to buy you some frilly party dresses of your very own. And ask her...politely...to keep you in petticoats until you learn to be polite and respectful...and obedient.' Brigitte's dark eyes gleamed with excitement. 'Go ahead...sissy. Ask her. And be very polite when you do it. And then the femininely powerful maid made frou frou with poor little billy's own pettis. As she skillfully kept a vice grip on billy's arm, she used her other hand to make delightful froufrou with the poor little boy's lacy pettis. She fingered the lacy hems. The lacy layers musically rustled.... 'We're waiting, master billy...'

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Little billy anderson sank to his knees. He gazed up at the tall beautiful French Maid, Brigitte, and feasted his greedy little sissy eyes on the froth of stiff rustling white petticoats exploding from beneath her own short black satin uniform. He begged her to release him. The tall feminine maid held firm. I remember seeing the fear and humiliation on his face. And I also remember the triumphant look on my own Mother's face. Instinctively, femininely, I fingered with the lacy hems of my own frilly petticoats, teasing the hapless little boy. And finally, little billy submitted to the beautiful Brigitte. He looked at his Stepmother. 'Mummy, I've been a bad boy. I...I....I need to wear.........a dresss...........
until......I......can be
a good...........boy.' billy's crying continued. His face reddened with shame. 'Not good enough, Billy,' my Mother responded coldly. '' You will politely ask your dear Stepmother to make you wear frilly party dresses and delightful petticoats because you are a sissy. And sissies wear frilly dresses.' Dear ladies, my Mother did not mince words. And again she stared triumphantly at billy. Little billy anderson looked to his Stepmother for help. But my Mother said, 'We are waiting, master billy.' 'Stepmother, er...Mummy, ...... please ......
make me...wear..................frilllllllllllyyyyy.....
party dresses........and....and....pet....
petti......petticoats..............because.....
I.........I........I.........am.........a.........a.....sissssssyyy..............and.......
sissssssies.......wear frilly dressessssss.....'
 'That's better, sissy boy,' my Mother said. Brigitte smiled. And Ms. Anderson immediately said, "That's better, my dear little sissy son. Now..........,' Ms. Anderson announced, 'Perhaps now is a most appropriate time for you to share your naughty little secret with us girls at Miss Kyra's delightful litttle tea party. After all, now we KNOW you are a sissy. And NO sissy should ever be permitted to keep his sweet little secret from girls. 'Brigitte?' Ms. Anderson asked the maid, "You may let go of my sissy son. He knows he is a sissy. And he knows he's going to be wearing frilly party frocks from now on. And would you please sit my sissy stepson in that straight-backed chair, in the middle of the parlor, until you return from my car. Here are the keys to the trunk. In the trunk, you will find three photo albums. Please bring them to me. Little billy has some delightful pictures he wishes to share with us girls.' 'Oui, Madame!' And then the beautiful Brigitte positioned an uncomfortable straight-backed chair in the center of the parlor. Of course, dear ladies, i knew it would be impossible for little billy to sit in that chair without displaying his frothy petticoats. There were simply too many for him to even try to conceal all of that froth and lace. It would be very embarrassing for him. And then, as an added measure of exerting her control over me as well, my Mother ordered Brigitte to place an additional straight-backed chair next to billy's...for me. How I hated sitting in those chairs! Of course, I dared not utter a single protest. 'Miss Kyra, my dear sweet feminine little daughter, you will show our sweet little sissy boy how little girls properly sit when they are wearing their frilly dresses and petticoats. As for you, young 'man,' Mother giggled sarcastically when she called billy 'young man,'  you will pay very close attention to my delightfully feminine daughter. Do NOT wrinkle her party dress that She has so graciously allowed you to wear for her tea party.! Is that clear!?!' 'Y...y...yes, Ms. Chadwick.' billy meekly responded...

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And with that, the beautiful French maid placed a second straight-backed chair beside the first one. A triumphant smile crossed Brigitte's beautiful face as She dropped a dutiful curtsey to Ms. Anderson and to my Mother, flashing a generous glance of her own net and lace petticoats. A girlish giggle could be heard coming from her as she left the parlor. 'Now, Kyra, my dear, you will s-l-o-w-l-y demonstrate properly the feminine way to lower oneself into a chair when one is wearing her frilliest party frock and layers of stiff petticoats.' And then my Mother turned to frightened little billy anderson, "And you, young man, shall pay very close attention to Miss Kyra. You will be expected to become ultra feminine in your mannerisms now that you have been put in dresses. And since it is highly likely that you WILL be wearing bouffant petticoats under your delightful little party frocks, you WILL be expected to behave in a proper ladylike and feminine manner. Wrinkled skirts and immodest displays of your frilly undies will not be tolerated.' Well, dear ladies, I smoothed out my voluminous skirts and petticoats, slowly lowered nyself into the narrowest of straight-back chairs, and once I was seated, rearranged my skirts and petticoats as best I could. Of course, in a frilly party dress as short and as full-skirted as the one I was wearing, it was impossible to conceal all of those petticoats. Their lacy layers simply could not be concealed. I obediently waited for my Mother to critique my efforts to please Her. 'Kyra, my dear, it is obvious to your dear Mother that you take great pride in being the most feminine little girl a Mother could want.  You do so love your pettis, my dear little girl!' My Mother laughed gaily. You are the perfect little girl, especially when you are wearing your very frilliest party dresses. You DO love to please your Mother, do you not, my dear little girl?' I enthusiastically replied that I did. Ms. Anderson smiled warmly at my acquiescence. And then my Mother turned her attention to little billy, who was staring greedily at my billlowing exposed pettis. I fingered their lacy layers. I wanted to tease frightened litle billy. I actually was enjoying the moment, at little billy's expense. To my Mother's smiling approval, I continued to finger my exposed layers of lacy pettis as a wide-eyed sissy boy was left to stare at me with that glazed look in his eyes. 'Young man,' ordered my Mother, you will lower yourself into the chair next to my darling little girl. And I expect you to do your best to emulate her sweet femininity. Since this is your first time in petticoats, be extra careful to smoothe your skirts carefully before lowering yourself slowly into the chair. And while you are only a sissy and will NEVER be a real little girl, it IS obvious that you have many hidden feminine tendencies. Petticoating you and keeping you in only the shortest and frilliest of little girl party dresses will simply force those feminine tendencies to the surface and fully expose you for what you really are - a weak simpering pantywaist desperately in need of strict petticoating...'

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Madame Chadwick paused, took a sip of tea, and continued to fascinate the ladies with her story of her witnessing her Mother's petticoating of a weak sissy boy in front of his very own Stepmother. "Ladies," continued Madame, "little billy anderson heard what my Mother had said to him and weakly attempted to deny his inner sissy tendencies. He stammered that he was a boy. And that boys didn't wear dresses. And he just couldn't understand why my Mother continuously referred to him as a sissy. 'But you are a sissy, my dear litttle pantywaist. After all, no REAL boy would allow himself to be frocked and petticoated in front of a beautiful little girl who was also wearing her own ultrafeminine little girl party dress. And no REAL boy would allow himself to be put into a frilly little party dress in front of his own Stepmother. And no REAL boy would ever allow himself to be under the control of such a frilly and feminine maid as the beautiful Brigitte. After all, she's just a weak girl. But it is obvious that she had no problem putting you in your proper place. Now, my pretty little boy, you will slowly lower yourself into your chair just as my darling feminine little daughter so excellently showed you. Little billy hesitated ever so slightly until my Mother damonished him. 'Be quick about it, sissy boy. All of us ladies and girls expect your total obedience. And just as little billy anderson attempted to speak, my Mother held her hand up in the air to silence him, remarking, 'Little girls...and little sissy boys...are meant to be seen...and not heard. Now, gather your skirts and pettis, smoothe them out, and genly and daintily lower yourself into your seat. The sooner you learn to behave like a dainty and feminine little girly girl, the more presentable sissy boy you can become. Just because you have been put into a frilly party dress and petticoats does NOT mean you have reached your full sissy potential. Feminine mannerisms must be learned...and there is no time like the present for you to begin your initiation into strict petticoat discipline. You are a mere petticoated sissy boy now. Until you have mastered all mannerisms of a dainty little girl, you will remain under the strict control of your dear Stepmother.' Little billy anderson never said a word. He gulped, stared at his Stepmother in agony, glanced at me as I sat dutifully in my chair, my own pettis exposing themselves lacily, and then he took his hands behind his skirts, smoothed them out several times, and tried to navigate himself slowly into the narrow straight backed chair. As he lowered himself, though, his billowing skirts and pettis engulfed him. He was surrounded by bouffant frilliness, stiff net and crinoline, and dainty lace. My Mother laughed gaily at little billy's petticoated predicament, remarking to Ms. Anderson, 'It's always amusing to see a petticoated sissy in his very first frilly party dress and petticoats. The poor lad struggles to manage his skirts and pettis. No matter how girly you might think he is, a sissy boy still struggles with effective skirt management. Of course, my dear Ms. Anderson, your little boy has excelent sissy potential and will be quite a suitable candidate for total petticoat immersion. He will come to love his frilly party dresses. Of that you can be sure. There are very effective techniques for breaking whatever boyish spirits he may have left.'

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Little billy anderson frantically and clumsily attempted to suppress the bouffant frilliness of the mass of stiff net and crinoline petticoats which were making quite the immodest display of themselves. The chagrined boy, of course, had no chance to succeed in covering his exposed pettis. Ladies," Madame Chadwick chuckled, "I simply could not keep from giggling at little billy anderson's predicament. I made the mistake of giggling just loudly enough for my Mother to detect the sound. Her icy eyes darted in my direction, and She asked me whatever was I laughing at. "Oh Mummy," I femininely replied, "Little billy's petticoats are showing! He is acting very unladylike." And in my girliest voice, I begged my Mother not to let billy ruin my petticoats. I told my Mother, 'They are among my very favorite pettis and I will be most upset if that horrid little sissy boy does not wear them as a little girl should.' Little billy glared at me. And I continued to tease him, much to my Mother's delight. 'You mean little boy! How dare you tease me about my dainty party dress when you first saw me! At least I'm a real girl!!!! You? You're just a little sissy! A sissy boy! How dare you make fun of me!' I was interrupted when Brigitte returned to the parlor, giggling and coquettishly brushing her right hand against her super short satin skirt of her maid's uniform, petticoats flashing. In her other hand, Brigitte carried three photo albums. They were scrapbook-size. Two of them were a very pale pink while the other was a pale baby blue. Little billy's Stepmother laughed gaily as she asked Brigitte to bring the photo albums over to where Ms. Anderson was sitting. 'Qui, Madame!' Brigitte enthusiastically responded.  And as she did, the tall beautiful French maid looked at little billy anderson, seated in that straight-backed chair, the white net and lacy layers of his petticoats enveloping his little body and brazenly betraying what little boyishness he had left, and saif to him in her girliest most feminine voice yet, 'Votre secret Sissy, est sorti mon garcon jupon girly. Je ne peux pas attendre de vous voir dans une dentelle de Nice comple'te feuillet partie bouffant, digne d'une petite fillet mignonne. Robes 'a froufrous partie satin sont beaucoup plus approprie' pour vous, mon garcon de'licat sissy peu.' And with that, the frilly feminine maid dropped an obedient curtsey, her pettis rustling musically, and femininely handed the photo albums to Ms. Anderson. 'Stepmummy! Oh no! No Stepmummy! Please don't show those to anybody! Puhleeeeze! You promised!' Ladies," Madame Chadwick stated enthusiastically, "That was a priceless scene. That poor little boy, petticoated and frocked in a sissy party dress, desperately pleading with his Stepmother to withhold what was in those photo albums. Dr. Jennifer Haynes hurriedly asked Madame Chadwick, "Madame, will you please continue? We can hardly wait for you to tell us!"