PETTICOATED!

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Lacey was sensual, feminine, beautiful, and ever so slightly boyish-looking enough to arouse the deep inner sissy feelings in any sissy boy. Her steely eyes pierced deep into the soul of any pantywaist. And She especially enjoyed toying with those little males who were desperately clinging on to that last faint hope that maybe...just maybe...they might suddenly reclaim enough masculinity to enable them to resist their inevitable fate. Her dear Auntie Kyra (Chadwick) had taught Her that the sissy who had intense fetishistic tendencies for the most ultrafeminine of little girl party dresses and delightfully stiff lace petticoats was the most vulnerable...and consequently, the most fun to humiliate, femininze, and sissify. After all, her Auntie had carefully explained, those sissies had chosen the most emasculating attire imaginable and their excitement only heightened with each and every new humiliation. They simply were powerless to resist. And Lacey was the perfect contradiction: exquisitely ultrafeminine and yet just androgynous enough to send any sissy into complete and total submission. "Sooooooo........rob..........what would you do? Would you deliberately lose the hand, fold your cards......and submit? Or.......would you be 'man' enough to show the me your winning hand and 'force' ME into a frilly little party dress? Hmmmm.....? Decisions decisions. What WOULD you do?" She giggled. She toyed with the lacy frills of his exposed bloomers.  "Would you finally be man enough to order ME to dress for you?" "I'd show you my winning hand." rob proclaimed. "Oh, you would, would you? Really? Are you sure?" "Y-y-y-yessss." rob said, his voice full of doubt. Lacey giggled.  "Next question," Lacey continued. On a scale of 1-10, one being the least feminine and ten being the most feminine, how would you rate MY femininity?" Lacey pursed her lipstick-coated lips slowly. Looked seriously at him, anxiously awaiting his response. "Eight..." rob responded. "Eight!?! Eight???" Lacey was incredulous. "Only an eight?" "We've got to do something about that, now, don't we?" She said. Lacey ordered rob off her lap. Looking around the room for a moment, the beautiful young woman, crossed her legs slowly, arranging Her layers of rustling white net and lace petticoats. She slowly got out of the chair, smoothed and fluffed her petticoats, and moved to the racks of frilly satin party dresses displayed all around the sissy boudoir. She went to a rack of ultra satiny, gleaming baby blue satin party frocks which were quite short, lacy, and had several attached stiff organdy petticoats sewn in to the skirts. She pulled one off the rack, shook it, it rustled enchantingly, held it up against her own beautiful body, played with the frilly petticoat layers of her bouffant party slip, and looked squarely at rob. "Sooooo....sissy....if I put this on will my femininity rating improve? Especially if I wear another petticoat underneath? Perhaps a five-tiered snow white crinoline with lacy hems and pretty little pink bows? A petticoat normally reserved for sissies...like yourself?" rob gulped. He was getting excited just thinking about how Lacey might look in that satin dress. It was such a dainty and frilly little dress. And he knew that once She put it on......well, he would be quite the subservient sissy. He desperately wanted to tell her that it wouldn't make any difference to him what She wore. But, of course, he knew he wouldn't. She added, "Maybe we could play a little game of poker after I put on a frilly dress and petticoats. Would you like that, robbie?" rob's breathing grew faster. He swallowed. He tried to say no. But Lacey persisted. "Is it true that ultrafeminine girly girls love to dominate and humiliate sissyboys? And is it also true that sissyboys simply cannot resist dominant girly girls? Hmmmmmm.....? She laughed gaily. Shook the satin party dress in front of the sissy. "HERE, hold this for me. Make yourself useful, sissy!" She took the dress, still on a matching baby blue satin covered hanger, and forced poor rob to hold the dress for Her. And then She moved to an armoire, swung open the top, and pulled out an immense white cloud froth of white net, exquisite white French lace, and small pale pink bows adorning the outer tier. The petticoat was magnificent!!!! OMG!!! "Perfect!" She exclaimed girlishly to herself. It, too, was attached to a satin hanger and was mini-length. She shook it in front of the hapless sissy. She shoved it in his other hand. "Soooooo....will THIS get me to a 'ten!?!'" The defeated little man simply nodded in the affirmative. "I thought so!" She exclaimed. "Wait right here. I'll be right back!" With that, Lacey took the frilly items from the awestruck little man and went into the bathroom. But She didn't shut the door.  Instead, She hummed the tune, "I Enjoy Being A Girl."  The loud swishing of the dress and petticoat was unmistakeable to rob. And in a few minutes, one of the most breathtaking sights he had ever seen emerged from the bathroom. The sissy little girl-styled baby blue satin party dress fit this beautiful young woman perfectly. As if IT had been made especially for Her. And, of course, the froth of white net and lace petticoat was displaying itself proudly as She made frou frou with her rustling skirts. In her 5-inch white stiletto heels, she now towered over him. Her limp-wristed approach towards him, mincing steps, was followed by a deep feminine curtsey. "I love my frilly dress!!!! Don't you?????" rob was speechles. "And don't you just love my petticoats? Aren't they simply to die for, robbie? Don't YOU wish YOU could wear petticoats like THESE? I love being a girl. A girly-girl. Now....let me ask you the question....again. On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate my femininity...now?" She moved next to him. faced him. Towered over him. Put her hands on her hips. Her petticoats lacily displaying themselves. "Uh....um.............ten." rob reponded. "That's better,"Lacey countered. Then She took her right hand and lifted the short satin skirt of her frilly dress up, revealing the pink bows on the outer tier of her lacy net petticoat.  "Aren't the little pink  satin bows just adorable?" rob didn't answer. Lacey reached out and took rob's hand, forcing him to feel the stiff net petticoats. "Feel my petticoats, sissy. I just bet your little sissy indicator is going wild, isn't 'he?'" She laughed. "Is your little soldier at attention for Miss Lacey? Now.......are you ready for a little game of poker, hmmmmm.....?"

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The hapless sissy's little "soldier" was now squarely at attention. It was raging. Lacey laughed mockingly, "Final question...before we play our one hand of poker. On a scale of one to ten, ten being the maximum...one being the minimum. How much of a little sissy girl do you consider yourself?" The beautiful dominant, slightly boyish-looking young woman pursed her painted lips. She made delightfully feminine frou frou with Her multilayered bouffant petticoats. She fingered her lace. "Well...sissy? One to ten. Give me an answer. An honest answer. "One." Rob said. "ONE???!!!" Lacey answered incredulously. "ONE!!!!!!!!! Come here! Sit beside me...here on the bed." She patted to a spot directly opposite her. And of course, Her generous display of white net, crinoline, and frothy lace spilled out everywhere around Her! She glared at rob. "One, indeed!" She dealt the cards. Rob looked at his hand. Four aces. Lacey repeated Her conditions for the loser of the hand.  "The loser MUST submit totally to the winner. The loser will wear anything the winner insists on him wearing. That may even include what the winner might be wearing right now. Lacy teasingly looked down at the multitude of white net and lace that was spilling out from underneath her baby blue party frock. She fingered the lacy layers. Shook them. "I cannot wait to put you in petticoats," She declared. She was holding three Queens in her hand. And She knew rob had four aces, theoretically, of course, an unbeatable hand. "Decisions, decisions, girly-boy," Lacey said to rob. As rob sat on the bed holding his cards close to him, contemplating his future, Lacy teasingly asked him, "Do you like wearing petticoats, rob?" He didn't answer. Sweat ran from his brow. Lacey continued. "You know, little man, I believe sissies should be kept in frilly party dresses. All the time. Every single day. I wouldn't have it any other way." rob's sissy indicator continued to strain. "Ohhhhhh, is your little soldier trying to resist that super feminine little girl deep inside of you wanting to come out...and play?  She's a real girly girl, rob, isn't she? And She wants YOU in petticoats, my dear little sissy man. And she isn't going to take 'no' for an answer." Lacey giggled. Raised the short skirts of her satin frock to allow even more glimpses of Her net petticoats. Revealed the pale pink satin bows adorning Her petticoats. Fingered the pink bows. And then caressed the baby blue satin of Her frilly party dress. "Sissies like you should never be allowed to wear blue. It's simply too masculine for you. Even when it's a frilly party dress. But because I am a real girl I can wear a frilly blue dress. But sissies...especially girly effeminate sissies like you, rob, must be constantly reminded and reinforced of their permanent petticoated submissive status. Soooooo...when I win this hand, I'll be putting you into something pink and frilly. Something VERY frilly. Lots of dainty lace. Very short, maybe midthigh. And oodles of stiff petticoats, of course, so the ladies can laugh at you and make fun of you when you are presented later for tea. And I'm going to need you to put on some makeup, of course. I may let you wear some pale blue eyeshadow. But only if you're a good little girl...."

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"...Maybe a hint of blusher for your cheeks. Of course, that's only if you have a losing hand. If you win, you get to make me wear anything you want. Prove your masculine superiority over me. Of course, we know better, don't we, rob?" Lacy laughed. "You've been a bad little boy, haven't you, rob? Searching those internet sites late at night..fantasizing about those poor little lads who desperately try to resist inevitable sissification and feminization. Your silly little denials of your desire to be petticoated. Your completel subservience to strong, dominant, yet beautiful feminine women. Women who delight in emasculating weak submissive pantywaists like yourself.  Stories of those bad little boys firmly put in their place by forced feminization. Is it true you look at those frilly little party frocks sold on the internet? And do those dainty little dresses look just like those in here...in this frilly ultrafeminine boudoir? Are you so turned on by them that you will do anything...and I do mean anything...to be forced to wear them by a strong woman like myself? Even at the expense of abandoning...forever...your own masculinity? Are you willing to submit yourself to deep humiliation and embarrassment for the amusement and entertainment of beautiful, strong-willed, exquisitely feminine women who will demand that your petticoated status be permanent? And while I am on the subject of 'permanent,'" Lacy pulled the layers of her lacy petticoats up past her thighs and revealed the girliest of a pale pink and white tattoo. It was a bouffant petticoat. Dainty and pretty. And feminine. And powerful. "Isn't it pretty, rob?" She continued, "It is a constant reminder for me...and my victims...that when I pettticoat a sissy..it is indeed permanent..."

[petticoated]

Rob stared at the four aces he had been dealt by Lacy. Beads of sweat trickled down his face. And as he contemplated his fate, Lacy called his atention to the small five-drawer white lingerie chest by the pink satin canopied bed. "robbie, dear, would you open the top drawer to that adorable little lingerie chest for me, please? rob hesitated. "Pretty please?" Lacy giggled. "Go ahead...open it. You know you can't resist me. Be a good little girl. Don't make me have to punish you for disobedience. Go ahead. Lay your cards, face down, on the pink satin comforter and open the top drawer. I shan't ask you again." Lacy pursed her painted lips. Her lacy petti layers were everywhere. And slowly rob acquiesced. And when the long narrow drawer was opened, a sweet feminine scent escaped as rob's horrified eyes discovered a plethora of pale pink satin, white satin, and rufled lace cache`sexes all neatly displayed as if it were the lingerie drawer of a prissy little girl. Each of the gaily decorated satin sheaths had dainty pink and white ribbons dangling enchantingly from them. Perfect for firmly grasping and securing the excited little petticoated sissy's excited soldier. Lacy laughed gaily. "I believe the term many sissies use to refer to their dainty frilly little sheaths is a 'pen# ( " at " )  petticoat, isn't it? All pink and satiny and frilly. And just oodles of ruffled white lace. Perfect for weak submissive little sissies...like you, rob. After all, it's only fitting that 'he' should be properly petticoated, too. Wouldn't you agree, robbie?" rob was stunned. "I might even allow you to pick out your favorite to wear this afternoon after I have put you into a frilly dainty ultrashort party dress and layers of stiff lacy petticoats. Now, back to our little card game..."

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The androgynous beauty fingered the stiff lacy hems of her stiff net petticoat layers. She caressed the pale pink satin bows adorning the super full and ultrafeminine petticoat She had added. She licked her lips and smiled to herself as her horrified  captive sissy just stared at the top drawer chocked full of satin and lace cache se#es. "Now...........my delightful little cherub sissy......show Miss Lacy your cards..................or fold your hand and give your cards to me.........face down. I have three Queens," She said emphatically, laying her cards on the pale pink satin comforter. Rob hesitated. He KNEW he had the winning hand...four aces. And he was certain Lacy knew he had the winning hand, too. "Before you decide what to do, sissy girl, you need to know that Miss Lacy intends to shame, humiliate, embarrass, and emasculate you in front of ALL of those beautiful women, even Ms. ~L~ynn. Especially Ms. ~L~ynn! You are a bad boy! A very bad and naughty little boy. And you need to be disciplined and petticoated. Now.......................show Miss Lacy your cards.............or fold and concede the loss." And with that, the meak simpering little man never turned even one card over for Lacy to see. He shoved them over on the bed in her direction, conceding defeat. "Good boy. Now...you need to be petticoated........."

[petticoated]

Lacy's demeanor changed quickly from that of a feminine, girly, sugary sweet persuasive beauty to a demanding, forceful, and yet still exquisitely feminine young woman. "Remove those disgusting male clothes...even though they are befitting a sissy boy, it is obvious that you, however,  require intense feminization thru permanent petticoat discipline. And those ridiculous sissy boy shorts are completely unacceptable. You need to be put in frilly party dresses...permanently. Now remove every stitch of your clothing, sissy! You have one minute...starting now. Sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight,..." "B...b...buttttt, Miss Lacy..."stammered rob. "Forty-nine, forty-eight, forty-seven...I will spank you like you have never been spanked before, sissy..." Lacy glared icily. "Okay! Okay!" rob stammered. He quickly removed his Mary Jane shoes, tugged mightily to remove his super-tight short-shorts, and before long he was down to only his lacy frilly satin knickers. "Sixteen...fifteen...fourteen..." "P...p....puhleeeeze, not my...my...my...." "EVERYTHING!!!" Lacy commanded. "Ten...nine...eight...seven..." And with that, the hapless rob hastily removed his sissy knickers, dropping them in a pool of gleaming white satin and lace at his feet. His frenzied little soldier stood at attention. Lacy smiled and looked directly at the hapless sissy's indicator. "'He' may be a bit too big for the frilly p&^%s petticoat 'he' will be wearing. Of course, Miss Lacy has ways to reduce your little soldier's excited yet brazenly unfeminine display of himself. Once I have reduced him in size and carefully tucked him away is his own frilly little cache s#x, he will be hidden beneath the layers of lace and net pettis you will be wearing under a frilly party frock. A fitting placement for such a naughty little boy. Now...let's take a look at your cards." Lacy picked up the four aces and one king and laid them back on the bed. "Exactly what I knew you would do," declared the androgynous feminine beauty.  "You chose emasculation and humiliation in exchange for feminization and petticoating. Hmmmmm...I wonder......is this as excited as your little soldier can get? Or......." Then Lacy opened the bottom drawer of the white lingerie chest holding the cache se#es and removed a long gleaming white satin glove, lavished in exquisite rows of ruffled white lace. Yes, rob surmised! It was bridal satin. It had to be. And as the stunningly feminine androgynous young woman slowly slid the white satin  glove over her hand and up her arm, the endless rows of ruffled lace trim around the top of the glove's fingers and wrist area became visible. The palm of the glove was a glistening white satin ilt the top portion was ALL LACE! Reaching back into the same drawer Lacy removed a second white lace and satin glove. And as She put it on...slowly...She teasingly asked her male captive if he would like to have "a little chat...about recalcirant little boys who are about to be frocked, petticoated, and subjected to a sissy's life of abject humiliation and shame...to serve as an amusing little plaything for strong, feminine, beautiful women who prefer their males in frilly party frocks...so childishly short that any attempt to conceal their multitudes of layers of stiff lacy petticoats is futile..."

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The beautifully feminine and androgynously mesmerizing Lacy slowly slid the second white satin and lace glove into place over Her hand. "The"white glove test, so to speak, rob." Lacy giggled sarcastically. "My, my, my just look at ALL the pretty little frilly party dresses in here! So many from which to choose! And then, of course, there are the petticoats I'm going to have to put you in. Tell me rob, did you fantasize...late at night...as you feverishly surfed the web looking...for that perfect dress. The perfect petticoats? Those ridiculously sissy rhumba panties...so lacy you just couldn't imagine what it might feel like to wear them...or...better yet...be FORCED to wear them? And now...just look at you...so docile...so submissive..............so naughty! So very, very naughty! Such a bad little boy!" Lacy stood up. Fluffed out those amazing stiff lacy petticoat layers encasing Her lush feminine body. Making noisy frou frou with Her rustling layers of lace and net. Licking Her painted lips. Pointing to a super full white tulle and satin party frock hanging nearby, Lacy ordered Her hapless sissy to remove it from the dress rack and bring it to Her. "And be quick about it, sissy!" She hissed. The ultra-short, very full ballet-type party frock had a gleaming white satin top and an ultra full and teasingly short white tulle skirt poufing out from its tight cinched waist. A large white sash bow was tied in the back. rob noticed how the multilayered tulle skirts floated like white clouds. And he knew, too, that the full skirt was perfect for the additional stiff petticoats he would be made to wear under the dress.  Removing the satin and tulle confection from a pale pink satin hanger, Lacy ordered rob to stand still, "Don't move, sissy," She ordered. And as he stood at attention, the tall beauty held the feminine party dress squarely against the little man's exposed body. She giggled, "I can definitely see you in this dress, serving tea to the ladies."  She surveyed the length of the short tulle skirts, in deep thought. And then She ordered the poor little man to to take the frock and hold the frilly dress squarely against his sissy body as the beautiful Lacy stood back and studied the image...