PETTICOATED!

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Madame Chadwick turned to ~L~ynn. "My dear, I have no doubt that little robbie and I are going to get along just splendidly. Of course, I must emphasize that even the slightest mistake on his part during his training will result in severe punishment. Most boys like rob here require a period of intensive reinforcement before they actually realize the true gravity of their predicament. But I have numerous methods quite effective in reducing any resistance they might attempt to exhibit. Eventually they do realize that what I am providing for them is for their own good. And I must emphasize to you, Ms. ~L~ynn, that I am in complete charge of young master rob. This also means, of course, that I will be in charge of you, too, as it relates to his sissification. If I detect any slip in your own femininity, my dear, I will not hesitate to petticoat you again." And then Madame smiled a wry smile, almost devilish,"I rather enjoy seeing you in a frilly party dress and petticoats, my dear. I suspect at some time in your younger years you, too, had tomboyish tendencies? Am I correct in that assumption, my dear?" The other women in the room, knowing ~L~ynn had not been privy to Madame's detailed description of Her own past, were on pins and needles as they awaited a response from ~L~ynn. "Why yes, how did you know, Madame?"  "Oh, I have ways of knowing.  Be extra careful, my dear, that those tendencies do not surface while I am in your employment, or you will find yourself in petticoats and frilly party dresses, too. Do I make myself clear?" Now ~L~ynn gulped. And she curtseyed respectfully to the powerful Madame Chadwick. "Yes, Madame."   "Excellent! Now, my dear ~L~ynn, please take young master rob to the boudoir and change his attire. You may change yours too, my dear. A simple dress for you will be fine.........for now. As for young master rob, please attire him in the pale blue velvet Lord Fauntleroy sissy suit made especially for him. The white silk blouse, very lacy, should be just fine. If you should desire to add a lacy white camisole, there is one available. White stockings, the white satin and lace pantaloons, and matching Mary Janes should do nicely. I have him scheduled for an assessment in one hour. Then Madame looked squarely at rob, towering over the hapless sissy. "I always do my initial sissy assessment while the sissy is dressed in boy clothes. At the end of his training, however, he takes the same assessment wearing his frilliest little girl-style party dress and petticoats. It's always revealing...and often amusing...to compare his answers. Now......be a good little sissy for Madame and Auntie ~L~ynn while She prepares you for your first sissy assessment. Now.....curtsey for Madame, like a good little girly-boy."

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rob was getting nervous. "Assessment?" What was meant by that? He dropped a dutiful curtsey and Madame Chadwick dismissed him with a wave of her hand. And then, almost said as an afterthought, but certainly intended to get ~L~ynn's attention, Madame added, "Ms. ~L~ynn, while young master rob is getting his first sissy assessment, I have scheduled you for a fitting with the dressmaker...just in case, my dear. Those past tomboyish tendencies of yours have me just slightly concerned." ~L~ynn stopped dead in her tracks. She dutifully curtseyed to Madame Chadwick in the frilly satin party dress and petticoats she had ben ordered to wear by Madame. But Madame Chadwick also had an ulterior motive. She was sending a clear message to her latest male victim that Her power was absolute...extending even to ~L~ynn, and that there would be NO possibility that rob might consider getting ~L~ynn to change her mind about his fate. ~L~ynn turned and curtseyed again to Madame, answering, "Yes, Madame Chadwick." As ~L~ynn led rob from the parlor and shut the door, Madame then turned to Angie, ~L~ynn's friend, and casually asked, "And you, Angie, were you a tomboy or a girly girl?" Angie was caught off guard by Madame's question. "I was a tomboy, Madame." "While I appreciate your honesty, my dear, you, too, will meet with my dressmaker for measurements. If you expect to continue to attend these delightful little weekend getaways, you will be properly attired for our afternoon tea parties. I intend to petticoat you, my dear. A frilly little party dress and petticoats will be required of you, too. Proper feminine training also will be required of you, my dear." Angie was stunned. And yet she, too, was mesmerized by Madame Chadwick. A simple "yes, Ma'am" was all Angie was able to say. Dr. Jennifer Haynes was next. Hoping she might escape Madame's  growing web of control, Dr. Haynes stammerd, "I..I was a real girly-girl, Madame." Madame bit her lip slightly, saying only, "You will be fitted by my dressmaker, my dear. There will be no exceptions." Dr. Haynes meekly said "Yes, Madame." A few minutes later, ~L~ynn returned with rob. ~L~ynn had changed into a pale yellow sundress while rob had been attired in his tight velvet shorts, matching short jacket, and frilly blouse, stockings, and Mary Janes. "Come here, young man, and let me get a closer look at you. Does your delightful little sissy suit make you feel more masculine? After all, you DID say you wanted your trousers back, didn't you?" Madame said sarcastically. "Do you miss your petticoats? Did you cry when Auntie ~L~ynn took you out of your frilly party dress? Admit it, sissy. Dresses are so much more fun to wear, aren't they? Especially the short frilly ones? All satiny and lacy? All girly? Wouldn't my dear little sissy boy rather be wearing a frilly little party dress? Hmmmm?" rob refused to answer. Madame remarked to the ladies, "Any time you put a sissy in trousers you rin the risk of him thinking he has regained some semblance of his masculinity. And this is precisely why petticoating is the only totally effective method of complete feminization and sissification. Ver soon I will have him back in his frilly little party dresses...permanently. Go to your room, sissy. Now." Madame ordered rob. "Yes, Madame," rob answered. And again Madame dismissed the brazen little man with a wave of her hand. "And close the door behind you." After rob left the room, he walked back to the frilly boudoir where the frilly dresses were displayed on dress racks throughout the room. The girly room. Pink...white...satiny...lacy...ultrafeminine. Where rob had signed the marriage license to wed ~L~ynn after hours of slow feminine torture by the beautiful blonde. The room where, with a few clicks of the computer, his funds had been transferred to ~L~ynn. The room where, if you were a sissy, you had no hope of ever recovering your masculinity. When he opened the door, he stopped dead in his tracks. There was someone sitting at the makeup table. On the pale pink satin cushioned settee. She was putting on makeup. Using a large blush brush and gently brushing her cheeks. And without turning around, she said, "Come in and shut the door. You don't mind if I play with your makeup, do you, sissy?" "It's not...my...makeup," rob feebly responded. "The young woman laughed mockingly, "Of course it's not. You're a boy! And boys would NEVER wear makeup. Right?" She added sarcastically. "Come over here and let me get a better look at you. "Who are you?" rob asked, desperation in his voice. "Come here and I'll tell you, rob. You're not scared of me, are you? I mean, certainly a big strong boy like you wouldn't be scared of a girly girl like me," she laughed.  "Here, come sit next to me while I finish playing in this makeup...whoever's makeup it is. We can chat." She patted the spot on the settee next to her. And as rob got closer, he was stunned at what she was wearing. Her petticoats were everywhere! And when he saw her reflection in the lighted makeup mirror, he saw the lavishly lacy bodice and thin satin straps over her shoulders. It was a bouffant party slip...and was it ever sooooo feminine. It looked to be of stiffly starched white crinoline net. Extensive white lacy hems embellished each petticoat layer. As he cautiously moved to sit down, the young woman took her left hand and lifted up Her multi petticoat layers which had spilled out lacily over the bench. "Now you can sit down," She ordered. "Go ahead, I won't bite," She laughed. And he did. And as soon as he did, She released the lacy layers of her petticoats and allowed them to spill out over his exposed little legs. Lace was everywhere! And when the poor little man attempted to move them, She took her hand and firmly stopped him. "You're not scared of a few petticoats, are you?" She laughed. She turned and looked at rob. What he saw was beautiful, feminine, and just slightly androgynous. Her very short jet-black hair, almost boyishly cut. Her intense brown eyes. The palest of blue eyeshadow. Rosy pink cheeks. And deep red lipstick to remove any doubt that, despite her androgynous haircut, she was all woman. Feminine. Very feminine. "I'm Lacey. I am Auntie Kyra's niece. And you must be rob?" "Y...y...yessssss." "It's 'Yes, Miss Lacey.' Do you understand?" She glared right into his frightened eyes. "Now, let's try this again. "I'm Lacey.  And you must be rob." "Yes.....Miss Lacey." "There! That's better." "Do you like my petticoats, rob?" She fingered the lacy layers as they spilled over his bare legs. rob said nothing. "Well? It's okay for a boy to compliment a Girl on Her petticoats. It makes Her feel feminine. Soooooo...do you like My petticoats? I wore them just for you...just for tonight...Auntie Kyra says you have a special fetish for petticoats...and frilly dresses. Maybe I'll wear a pretty pink satin party dress for you one night...with oodles of petticoats...and let you see them. Would you like that, sissy?" "I'm not a sissy," rob suddenly fired back. "Oh REALLY!?!" She freshened her eyeshadow. And then She took the large blush brush in Her hand, swirled it in the compact, tapped off the excess powder, and gently brushed Her cheeks. Then She took the brush and pointed it directly at rob. "Okay, if you insist. But I have ways of finding out. And when I find out you haven't been truthful with me..." rob iterrupted Lacey. "No! Really. I'm not a sissy. They just think I am. I'm just pretending." The beautiful Lacey raised her eyebrows, moved closer to rob, and stated mattter of factly, "You need to be petticoated, rob. You know it. And I know it. Because you're a weak little man. A sissy boy. Every frilly party dress in this girly little bedroom of yours I am going to see you in. And so many more. You can't help it rob. You're a pathetic little man who needs desperately to be put in his place once and for all. My Auntie will see to that. Make no mistake. You're going to wearing frilly little dresses for a very long time. Because that's what sissies wear. Because they just can't help it. Auntie plans to slowly feminize and sissify you so that She can savor every moment of it. I've seen Her take boys far more masculine than you and turn them into simpering frilly girly boys. It's so much fun to watch. The humiliation and embarrassment as they are slowly stripped of their masculinity. Their immersion into ultrafeminine party dresses and petticoats. Their feminine mannerisms. Their limp wrists. Their mincing about in petticoats. Their curtseying. Their obsession with makeup. It's all going to happen to you, rob. And there is no turning back. Besides, you couldn't resist even if you wanted to..."

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Lacey finished freshening her makeup and turned to face the little man again. She moved her petticoats from rob's exposed legs and discovered the lavish white lace trim of his white satin pantaloons exposing themselves from beneath the short tight velvet shorts he was wearing. Lacey fingered the lacy trim of his pantaloons. She giggled. "I am surprised Auntie didn't put you in the pale pink sissy boy suit." She laughed gaily. "I need to give you your initial sissy assessment, rob. And I expect truthful answers. Why don't you get two chairs from the parlor area of this delightfully feminine boudoir and place them over among the frilly party dresses. Those dresses are just to-die-for, especially for a sissy. I think that should give you and me some added ambiance for our little chat. We'll just record our little chat on tape and that way I won't be interrupted by having to write down all of your responses. Okay?" Lacey was femininely disarming. She stood up, femininely shook out any wrinkles, real or imagined, in her snow white net and lace petticoat layers, and ordered rob to retrieve two chairs. He returned with two white French provincial chairs with pale pink leather. They were somewhat narrow chairs, but not severely straight-back. As Lacey moved the chairs strategically next to several racks of especially frilly pink dresses, she stopped, smoothed out her pettis before sitting, and slowly slid into her chair. She ordered rob to take a seat, too. "Make yourself comfortable, rob. Just think of me as your big sister. She reached out to momentarily caress one of the frilly satin dresses on the dress rack, examining the lavish lace trim, and lifted the stiff satin skirt to critique the two attached net and organdy petticoats, adding permanent fullness to the skirt of the dress. "This is such a full skirt. At least three petticoats could be worn under this frilly little confection. That's every little sissy's dream...especially one who is being petticoated. Wouldn't you agree, robbie?" He refused to answer. She laughed and fingered the lacy layers of her own bouffant pettis. "I'm going to start the recorder...but I'm going to hide it. Out of sight...out of mind. That way we can have a much more delightful conversation. I will ask you a series of questions, rob. Some will involve scenarios. Some will be word association. Others will be agree or disagree statements. If you're not a good boy, honest and truthful with Miss Lacey, I might have to force you into a frilly little party dress. Okay?" Before he could say anything, she said, "Just relax, and enjoy our chat together. Here's a scenario I know you are all too familiar with." She winked at him. "You are in Nordstroms. You have just entered the store and you are making your way through the Cosmetics Department. Several beautiful salesgirls are doing makeovers for beautiful young women and girls seated in the chairs. Do you walk quickly, briskly, without trying to look. Or......do you take yor time.....slowly enjoying the view and envying the right of  real girls to sit in public while a beautiful woman plays with all kinds of fun makeup. Well, rob...what do YOU do?" "I don't look at that stuff. I usually avoid Cosmetics altogether." Lacey raised her eyebrows, "Really!?" Hmmmmm...remember what I said about being truthful, rob. Next question." Lacey then took the thin white satin strap of her bouffant party slip and lowered the right side of the lacy bodice of the slip to reveal the frilliest, most feminine, white satin and lace bra rob had EVER seen. A pale pink bow nestled in the middle, between the cups. The satiny pushup bra was exquisite white chantilly lace with a pale pink satin ribbon running through the middle. Two exquisite br# ( " at " ) $!% of  size 34 filled the lacy cups. They were gorgeous! Lacey moved closer to rob so he could feast his greedy sissy eyes on her lacy bra. "Do you like my bra, rob? Isn't it just tooooooooo feminine? I love being a girl. Now...here's the question: Are your eyes focused on my bra or my 'girls?'" rob gulped. Lacey said, "I'm waiting for an answer, rob." "Your 'girls,' of course," he responded, sounding predictably defensive. "I think you were looking at my bra, rob. I'm really disappointed. I picked this bra especially for our chat this evening. I know how much you love lace!" Next question, a simple 'yes' or 'no' will do. Have you ever painted your fingernails?" "No." He responded quickly. "Okay. That will change." Lacey laughed. The next is a scenario. You are in a room. Call it a sitting room or a parlor. Four people are in the room:  An Auntie; A Governess; A very feminine French Maid wearing the most decadently feminine satin uniform imaginable with oodles of white lace petticoats displaying themselves; and a poor little boy who has been quite naughty and is about to meet his Governess for the first time. We'll call him the'victim.' With whom do you identify with the most?" "The victim," rob shamefacedly responded. "Very good! Now that's more like it. Next. Which do YOU prefer? A $2000 black Armani suit or an ultrashort, ultrafeminine frilly little satin and lace party dress? This is an easy one for you, I'm sure," Lacey laughed sarcastically. "The Armani suit," rob answered. "Really?! Are you sure?" Lacey laughed. "Yes, I am sure. I'm not a sissy. I'm not!" "Next...perfume or cologne?" "Cologne," rob answered quickly. "Golf outing or tea party?" Lacey asked. "Golf, of course." rob answered.  Lacey continued, "Bad boy or girly girl?" "Bad boy," answered rob. "Let's try a couple of word associations. When I say a word, give me the first three words that come to mind. Okay?" rob nodded. "Lace," said lacey. "Lace?" rob asked rhetorically, an embarrassed look on his face. Lacey knew she had hit a nerve. "Yes, rob...LACE." She took her fingers and toyed with her lacy petticoat layers. "Like the lace on my petticoats," she emphasized. rob hesitated. "Cat got your tongue, rob? Hmmm.... rob said, "I'm thinking." "That's NOT what I said you were to do. Now, I am gong to say the word one more time...LACE." "Sissy...feminine....girly..." Lacey smiled to herself and thought it interesting that the word "sissy" would come out of his mouth first. "Agree or disagree with this statement: Bad little boys should be petticoated..."

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Again, rob froze. Lacey loved it. "Do you need me to repeat the statement for you, rob?" She then reached for some lipstick, removed the top from the narrow tube, and began to slowly reveal the deep red creamy lipstick. She held it in her right hand. "Think about it, rob. Bad little boys should be petticoated." She took the tube and just before she moved closer to the makeup mirror, she asked, "You DO know what petticoating is, don't you, rob?" Silence. She laughed. "Well, don't you?" And then she applied the creamy red lipstick to her lips, pursed them, pursed them again...and again, for good measure...and applied a second coat, looking exasperated at his inability to answer the question. Holding the lipstick close to him, she examined his face as though imagining what he might look like if she were to apply a coat of the deep red creamy substance to him. She moved closer to him, pointing the tube of lipstick at him, "Answer the question. Bad little boys should be petticoated." "Y...yessss, I guess so." "You don't sound very sure of yourself, rob....Okay, here's a scenario for you, somewhat related to the last question. You have a beautiful girlfriend. The sex is great. And she asks you, out of the blue, to skip your normal day with the guys on a Saturday to attend a tea party with some of her closest girlfriends. You reluctantly agree to attend. After all, you reason, in your most obnoxious male way of thinking, that since the sex has been so good, why not? When you arrive, there are five or six of her best girlfriends at the party. Suddenly tea is served by an extremely feminine little girl, or maybe it's a boy, in a very frilly short satin party dress...just like the dresses here in your bedroom, rob. It could be any one of these frilly little dresses. And, or course, you can't help but notice the layers upon layers of stiff lace petticoats exposing themselves as this feminine little creature serves tea to the ladies..and to you. Throughout this exercise, the ladies are giggling. As you are served your tea, you think you notice a trace of makeup on this person's face. Yes...you are positive,,,it IS makeup, a little blush perhaps, lip gloss maybe. And then, one of the ladies exclaims, HE is simply adorable! How precious!" Then the ladies, all of them, including your own girlfriend, begin to tease him. They make him show his petticoats to them. They make him sit on their laps while they play with his lacy petticoat hems. And when he makes his way to your girlfriend's lap, she smiles at you, and taunts the little boy, calling him a sissy. The little boy starts to cry. "I am NOT a sissy! I'm NOT! I don't want to wear dresses! I want my pants back." The room grows silent. Your girlfriend looks at you. "I have an ideal, ladies. Since there is only ONE 'man' here with us, we'll let HIM make the decision. He can be objective. The petticoated little boy quickly nods "yes, yes, yes." He KNOWS you won't betray him. You're a male. And then, the room is silent, all eyes are on you, and the boy's mother recants a littany of disrespectful and mischievous deeds her little boy has perpetrated. She is a single mother.  She has given her son numerous chances to correct his behavior. She discusses how petticoating him has finally tamed his boyish spirits. When she is finished, your beautiful girlfriend looks at you and asks, 'Okay, Rob, we are all waiting. Do we give him back his trousers or do we keep him in frilly dresses?'" Lacey pauses, puts the cap on the tube of lipstick, croses her legs slowly, and forces rob to answer the question. He answers with one word. "Dresses." "Good answer, rob! A good honest answer. And for what it's worth, I agree with you. Of course, I am sure that doesn't come as a surprise to you," she laughed. "Now I am going to give you a series of words again. Choose one each time. Here's the first: Lock or key?" "Lock," rob answered. "Next...tomboy or girly girl?" "Tomboy." rob answered. "Are you sure?" Lacey countered. She looked at all of the frilly little dresses surrounding them, and asked him again, "Are you sure...tomboy?" "Remember, I warned you about being truthful. If you are not, I'm going to make you try on dresses for me. Now...I'm going to ask you one more time. Tomboy or girly girl?" "Girly girl," rob said this time. Lacey smiled. "That's better. I knew it." "Next: Pink or blue?" "Blue," rob said. "Excuse me?" Lacey fired back. "If you were in my charge, I wouldn't even let you wear a pale blue satin party dress.I'd keep you in pink and white. Now...one more time...Pink or blue?"  "Pink," he said dejectedly. "Ballet or baseball?" "Baseball. Definitely baseball," rob answered with conviction. "Do you ever watch ballet, rob?" "A few times." "And when you watch ballet, are your eyes focused on the ballerinas......or the tutus?" rob's face reddened. He didn't need to answer. Lacey knw. "I can't wait to see you in your first ballerina's tutu.  Auntie will make sure you are wearing ruffled lace sissy panties underneath. Of that you can be certain." The beautiful young woman laughed. "Okay, next: Cotton candy or beer?" "Beer." "Next: An exquisite lace-trimmed ivory color satin minislip from Farr West or a six-tier bouffant party slip of crisp starched white net trimmed in ruffled white lace and accented with pale pink satin bows?" "You know the answer to that. You know what I am going to say." "Say it." rob swallowed hard. "The bouffant party slip." "Good boy!" Lacey exclaimed...

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"Here's a scenario for you, okay? It's late afternoon and you are driving in your car, passing through a small town, far from home. You drive past a shop and notice that the display windows are full of frilly party dresses and petticoats. The whole window is full of them. Just like the dresses surrounding us." Lacey reaches out to caress a white satin party dress with attached layers of white tulle. "You decide to drive around the block again, only this time you drive slower. Much slower. The third time around the block you park your car down the street. You get out of your car. You reassure yourself that nobody in this quaint little town even knows you, so you relish in your anonymity. Now you walk slowly toward the dress shop. And you walk slowly past the display windows. And there are so many dresses! One just as frilly as the next. So......you turn around and, of course, you walk past the display windows again. Only this time you slow your pace. You take just a few moments to glance inside. And ALL you see are hundreds of these frilly dresses...on display racks....hanging on the walls...and even hanging from overhead. You want to go in. You desperately want to see the inside. Nobody will know you. The store hours on the sign tell you the store will be closing in 30 minutes.  You desperately try to think of an excuse you can use if you dare to enter this sanctuary of ultra girly femininity. You're shopping for your niece...for your daughter...but what about sizes?...should you purchase one of those lovely confections and take it with you...oh my...you're sweating...your heart's beating faster....through the window is the silhouette of a young woman in a little black dress...obviously a sales associate...the dresses are soooooooooooo frilly....white satin....full skirts.....so many petticoats would need to be worn under a dress like those........you desperately want to move among the display racks that are so close together that it will be imposssible for you not to brush up against the gleaming rustling pink and white satin...this chance may never come again...what do you do? What do you do, robbie?" rob seemed mesmerized by what he had just heard. Lacey looked at him eye to eye. And then she waited. "I don't know...I...I...don't know...what I would do. I don't think I could go in. I just wouldn't have the cou........rage...." Oh, what was he saying, he thought to himself.  Lacey asked him, "Why not, rob? Would you be too intimidated by all of those frilly little dresses? Or would you not be able to explain yourself to the beautiful young salesgirl? Or maybe both? Hmmmmm...?" She waited for him to answer. "I...I...don't know.  It would be too embarrassing." "So what you are saying is that you wouldn't even be man enough to go inside. That the femininity would frighten you? Intimidate you? I thought so." She continued, not waiting for his answer. "Okay, here's one I need you to answer for me. Petticoat punishment: Guilty pleasure or necessary evil?..."

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Lacey smiled. She giggled at rob in her girliest voice. And then she patted her hand on the top of her billowing bouffant petticoats. "Come here." rob looked at her. She said it again. "Come here, SISSSSSSSY." Her voice was more authoritative. Again she patted her right hand on top of her billowing white lace petticoats. "You heard me. Don't make me have to ask you again, you naughty little boy." rob swallowed hard. He got up slowly out of his chair and moved next to Lacey. "That's better. Now.....sit on Lacey's lap...and answer the question...honestly." The smallish little man lowered himself onto the beautiful young woman's lap. He was engulfed in a sea of billowing net and lace. "Now, I'll ask you one more time. "Petticoat Punishment: Guilty pleasure or necessary evil?" Then she gently...but firmly took rob's shaking hand and forced him to finger the lacy layers of her stiff white rustling peticoats. She led his trembling little fingers over Her lace. His red face was sweating. His breathing became more labored. "Do my petticoats make you nervous? Does my lace intimidate you? Petticoat Punishment is such a guilty pleasure, isn't it, my dainty little sissy boy?"...

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This beautiful androgynous young woman giggled girlishly. Her flowery perfume wafted among the rustle and swish of her stiff net and lace petticoats. She fingered her lacy petti layers. Forcing the little sissy man to finger Her lace with Her, She taunted him. "I LOVE being a girl! And I LOVE forcing sissies into frilly dresses! I suppose it's one of MY 'guilty pleasures!'" She paused. "We'll come back to that question, sissy! Next question. This is a scenario. I have decided that we're going to play one hand of poker. Standard five card draw. No wild cards. The winner gets to tell the loser what to wear. And it MUST come from the clothing in this frilly boudoir. I deal you five cards and I deal myself five cards. You ask for three cards and I ask for none. I call you with a pair of tens. You know you have a pair of jacks. But.......you think......you wonder.......do you show me the pair of jacks or..........." Lacey giggled. Smiled at her boytoy sitting on her lap. Looked around the ultrafeminine room, deliberately glancing at the the racks of frilly dainty party dresses displayed everywhere, and continued...."or do you simply fold your cards and say, 'You win.' You may even try to look discouraged and upset that you have lost. Because you know what I am going to do to you, don't you?  Hmmmmmm...? Of course you do. I'm going to 'force' you to remove those silly little sissy shorts of yours, those 'boy clothes,' and put you into one of these frilly dresses. And, of course, I'm going to petticoat you. But before I put you into a frilly party dress, I'm going to put you in petticoats, force you to sit down in front of the vanity, and put on makeup. And as you are doing this, I am going to laugh at you and tell you that you are never going to wear trousers again. Ever! And you know you are not going to be able to resist me. Because I am too feminine for you....."