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Meanwhile, rob felt his sissy indicator raging heatedly with excitement...even as he felt deep embarrassment at his impending emasculation. This deeply ultrafeminine bedroom, skillfully balanced in a little girl's delight of baby blues, pale pinks, white lace and satin. The makeup vanity adorned with brushes, a lighted makeup mirror, and satin settee bench in front of it. The frilled and canopied bed. The beautiful French armoires packed with deeply flounced, bouffant, net and crinoline lace petticoats. And, of course, the dresses. Oh, yes, the dresses. Frilly dainty confections placed on gleaming stainless steel dress racks...all poufy, satiny, and lacy. Waiting for the next unsuspecting sisssy to be ensnared, trapped, frocked, and petticoated. Impossible for a sissy to resist. Likewise exciting for the poor feminized male to have to wear. And so many to choose from for the woman...or women...determinedly focused on the abject feminization, sissification, and utter emasculation of that sissy male.  Lacy studied her sissy male captive for a few more seconds. Then She moved forward, determinedly, slowly, until She stood directly in front of the cowering little man. She towered over him. She reached down with Her white-gloved hands and made delicious froufrou with the poufy white clouds of tulle skirting. And then She lifted the skirts of the ultrafeminine party dress, layer by layer. swishing the poufy clouds of snow white tulle, "How does it feel, sissboy? Hmmm? How does it feel to know that your sissy indicator, in all of its raging glory, soon will be reduced and placed in its own delightfully feminine lace p^%$s petticoat? Tucked away beneath the layers of tulle and lace?" And then the beautiful Lacy dangled enticingly in front of poor rob a particularly lacy and pale pink satin cache S#x for him to examine. And when the final layer of tulle skirting was raised to reveal rob's frenzied little soldier, standing at attention in front of the beautiful Lacy, She ordered him to "Hold your skirts while I administer my white-glove inspection..."

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The beautifully androgynous young woman reached out with her lacily embellished white satin gloved hand and moved slowly towards her little captive's rigid sissssy indicator. "I love tulle. It's like...like...frilly cotton candy! It swishes softly. It has a distinctly feminine swish when you walk in it. Of course, tulle petticoats would be simply delightful under your short tulle skirts. I wore a short white tulle party dress recently. It had a pale pink ribbon sash tied in a big pretty bow around my waist. The swishing of my short skirts was sooooooo feminine! And I had the laciest white satin panties under that dress. I felt so girly when the swishing tulle skirts rustled against the ruffled white lace of my satin panties. Auntie Kyra made me wear two additional tulle petticoats under my dress. And they were sooooo pretty! They had alternating layers of the palest pink and snow white. Auntie wanted me to wear just a touch of pink...She simply insists that I wear exactly what She orders me to wear. Auntie reminds me that since I was a Tomboy at one time, it is necessary that I wear petticoats whenever She deems it appropriate. Auntie says it is a subtle reminder that I am still Her little girl. Isn't that so sweet of Auntie Kyra (Chadwick)?!" Lacy gushed.

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Lacy continued, "Actually it's a lot like putting a sissy little boy in dainty and frilly little party dresses, and stiff petticoats. It reminds the little boy, or young male, that, after all, he isn't a male at all!" Lacy laughed mockingly. "He's just a sissy! A frilly little sissy in deep need of strict petticoat discipline. So, actually, robbie...you and I, in a way, have something in common, don't we? I was a Tomboy who was petticoated by my Auntie Kyra. And you...well, you are a sissssy who is`about to be`completely feminized, sissified, and petticoated by my sweet Dear Auntie Kyra.....and by Me! And I am sure you know that petticoated`Tomboys take a very special interest in the emasculation of weak, naughty little boys like yourself. We tend to exaggerate the ultrafeminine tendencies in pretty boys ." LACY giggled girlishly. Dangled the frilled pink satin and lace cache s#x in front of her wide-eyed male captive. She cheerfully exclaimed, "Oh my! I do not believe this frilly and  dainty little sheath will fit your brazen little soldier. All of this petticoat talk seems to be exciting 'him' terribly. And we don't  even have you in a frilly dress yet!!!!!!!" And then Lacy took her right satin gloved hand and s-l-o-w-l-y moved slowly towards rob's frenzied sissy indicator. Lacy ordered rob to hold the poufy clouds of tulle skirting with one of his hands while his other hand held the frilly frock squarely against his little body. Lacy draped the small and dainty lace encrusted cache se% over rob's frenzied little soldier. As She rested it atop his rigid little sissy indicator, four long pale pink satin ribbons dangled from it. Obviously they would be used to safely tie and tuck rob's little.....but quite attentive and excited...... sissy indicator.........once it had been reduced.......significantly. "Oooooooooo.....yessssssssssss. The pale pink and ruffled white lace will be PERFECT!!!! Only a real sissy....a naughty little boy like you, robbie...is deserving of such a frilly and dainty little garment as this. Safely tucked away under the frilly dresses and stiff petticoats you will be forced to wear. rob was now softly sighing. Lacy's satin and lace gloved hand was  only inches away. She licked her painted lips greedily. Now, little boy, "Are you going to be LACY'S special little petticoated sissy? Are you going to wear frilly little party dresses for Miss LACY....every day? Practice your curtsey for hours." Rob's breathing was getting deeper. LACY skillfully removed the pink satin and lace cache se ( " at " )  from rob's sissy indicator, and dangling it directly in front of his teary eyes, asked him, "And wear one of these frilly little pe%$s petticoats just for LACY?" rob gave a slightly anguished look on his face as LACY dangled the ignominious garment in front of him. "Hmmmmmm...? LACY teased. "You've been such a naughty littleboy, haven't you, robbie? Pretending to be one of those nasty macho males? Hmmmmmm...? You need to be petticoated. Feminized. And sissified....Go ahead, admit it. Tell MISS LACY you have been a bad little boy. Tell MISS~LACY~ you need to be forced into the frilliest party dress SHE can find for you.  Go ahead. Say it, sissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssy. Say it......."

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"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..." sighed poor rob. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....puhleeeeeeeze...........no....no....
OMG.................ooooooooooooooooooooo........." the sissy's breathing had become labored. Lacy dangled the ignominious little lace-encrusted sheath directly in front of rob........."Ooooooooooooooooo," Lacy giggled in her Girliest, most femininely disarming voice. "Are you MISS LACY'S  naughty little boy? Hmmmmmmmmmmmm....? She dangled the frilly lacy pink satin sheath almost hypnotically now. "Are you ready......now.......to submit? Completely? Let Auntie and ME turn you into our very own frilly little girlyboy? Have MISS LACY sit you down in front of your makeup mirror in petticoats? Teach you exactly how to lower yourself into a narrow straight-backed chair while you are in your very frilliest party dress? Force you to play with your stiff net petticoats and their lacy layers while I mock your effeminacy? You're simply going to ADORE wearing frilly party dresses for the Ladies......and..........," LACY teased, "the special little guests we invite over for our delightful and entertaining little tea parties." And then...at that precise moment, rob heard the door to the frilly boudoir unlock, and in came the intimidating Madame Kyra Chadwick. Madame stood inside the door with her hands on her hips. LACY licked her lips again. Madame handed her exquisitely androgynous...but strikingly feminine understudy a pale pink tea cup. LACY took the tea cup and thanked her "Auntie Kyra."  Madame Kyra Chadwick responded by saying coldly, "Petticoat him." She turned on Her heel, left the room, but allowed the door to remain open...

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LACY giggled again. rob's eyes were a crossed expression of complete helplesness, horror, and titillating excitement. LACY looked at rob, commenting emphatically, "I never disobey my Auntie Kyra. If I did, She would have me in petticoats for a v-e-r-y   l-o-n-g time, Sissy." She laughed again at rob's horrified expession as She moved in with Her long white satin and lace gloved hands. You, Sissy Robbie, will be having cream in your tea when we join the Ladies later in the parlor." And with that, She took rob's frenzied little sodier, and s---l---o---w---l---y massaging 'him,' looked deep into the frightened but excited sissy's wide eyes, whispering, "Do NOT...I repeat Do NOT...do what you know you want to do...until LACY has given you Her permission to fill your little pink tea cup. Is that clear?" Lacy's own stiff bouffant petticoats swished and swayed lacily against the trembling little man's legs as She continued. "Tell MISS LACY you have been a very naughty little boy. Tell me, Sissssssyyyyy," She hisssed.  "Miss Lacy, I have been a very naughty.........lit....tle.............boy," rob stammered. "And what happens to BAD little boys, SISSSSSSYYY," Lacy asked. "Hmmmmmmm...." She teased as her satin gloved gripped the frenzied little soldier. "Y.....Youuuuuuu pet...ti....coat them, Miss Lacy," rob agonizingly responded...

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rob's eyes were glazed over. The sweet scent of the feminine, androgynous, dominant Lacy wafted under his nose. A flowery scent. A feminine scent. Her bouffant party slips rustled and hissed as She slowly teased his frenzied little soldier. She taunted him. "Be a man, robbbbbie. Show Miss Lacy you can resist Me. Tell Me you will NOT wear a frilly party dress. Tell Me you will NOT submit to permanent sisification and feminization. Go ahead......tell Me." Her satin and ~lace~ gloves grasped the poor sissy's frenzied sissy indicator and held it between the rows of ruffled white lace and cool satin. "Okay then, little boy...beg Me to make you wear a frilly little party dress. Beg Miss LACY. Beg Miss LACY to put you in stiff net and lace petticoats. Beg Miss LACY to wear ruffled white lace sissy panties. Beg me!!!! Do it, Sisssy! YOU are in desperate need of strict petticoat discipline by  Beautiful Feminine Dominant Women." LACY licked Her painted lips. "Beg Me!!!!!" Rob's breathing intensified. He was panting. Squirming. Writhing. "OMG! OH god! Please......Please.......Puhleeeeze, Miss Lacy........," "Yes, my little girl?" She teased. "....Petticoat me, please.....oh,please........" LACY continued her Feminine  exploration of rob's sissy indicator...."You've been a naughty little boy, haven't you, robbie"? "YES, oh god, yes." "And you need to be punished, do you not?" "YES, Miss LACY," rob was weak-kneed..."And you're going to obey MISS LACY?"  "Yes...Yes...Yes.." "And you're going to wear your frilliest party dresses for Miss LACY?" She quickened her ministrations, skillfully using Her satin and lace-gloved hands. "You'll show all the pretty Ladies and their guests your petticoats whenever they order you to do so?" "Yesssssss...." "Good! Good boy! Now.......Take your tea cup, sissy. Take it......" Lacy ordered, laughing gleefully...

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The dutiful sissy's trembling fingers reached out to take his special little pink tea cup. Lacy's ministrations intensified. rob's eyes were almost completely glazed over. Lacy's skillful use of her long gloved fingers intensified. Lacy laughed, mocking the forlorn sissy. "So MANY frilly little party dresses from which to choose for my little sissyboy. Lacy's going to make you soooooooooooo feminine...sooooooooooo girly. Tell me, "Ohhhhhhh, please, MISS LACY, I need to be petticoated!! "Say it, sissy!" rob was now, literally and figuratively, in LACY's capable hands. "i need to be petticoated," rob said thru panting breaths. "Tell MISS LACY, 'I've been a naughty little boy, MISS LACY.'" "i've been a naughty little boy, MISS LACY," rob's eyes were tearing up. "Do you need discipline, sissyrob?"  Her hands intensified. And rob's breathing was interrupted by slow deep moaning.  "OMG! Yesss, MISS LACY!"  "What kind of discipline would you 'prefer,' sissyrobbie?" Lacy teased. "Hmmmmmmm...? "PETTICOAT DISCILPINE!!!MISS LACY," rob cried. "Good boy!" And then, Lacy removed  Her satin and lace-gloved hands from rob's frenzied sissy indicator long enough to hand the little pink tea cup to her young charge. 'You'll be having cream with your tea, sissyboy. Understand?" rob gulped and nodded afirmatively. "Now...hold it where you will not miss a drop. And scream. Scream just like the feminine little Girly boy We intend to make you. The girlier your scream, the frillier your ~party dress~ will be. And you DO want to be wearing the frilliest little dress possible for your debut at tea time with the Ladies. And if you scream really loud for me, I may sit you down at your vanity, in petticoats, while I put some makeup on you....before I put you in a dress. Ooooooooooo, now. wouldn't that be fun?" And with that, LACY instructed the sissy to hold the tea cup at the base on his frenzied little soldier. LACY then skillfully grasped the attentive soldier and s-l-o-w-l-y moved up and down, ordering rob to "Look at my ultrafeminine boufant party slip. Isn't it just too sweet? The ~lace~? The little pink bows? Wouldn't YOU like to wear it...under your own short frilly party frock? Feel the swishing pettis. Show your lace for all the beautiful Ladies to see. Hmmmmmmmmm....?" Her rubbing intensified. rob's knees were buckling. And then............"OMG...OMG...Argggghhhhhh..." SCREAM, girly!. SCREAM for MISS LACY!"...................................."Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." That's a good sissy!" Scream, girlyboy! "EEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....."