PETTICOATED!

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Suddenly, the beautiful Ladies who had been chatting cheerfully in the parlor all stopped their girltalk as the shrieks and screams from the boudoir echoed thru the mansion. Madame Chadwick smiled and said, matter-of-factly, "Sissy Fetisha will be joining us for afternoon tea. And he'll be wearing his first frilly little party frock as we begin his permanent feminization." The stunned Women looked at each other, mouths open, and started to giggle. " Miss ~Lynn,~" Madame Chadwick addressed the beautiful blonde woman, "My dear niece Lacy will also be joining us with a full report on her assessment of your...er....your....husband." The ladies laughed at Madame's remark, which had dripped with sarcasm. Madame continued. "My dear ~L~ynn, I will be interviewing candidates for the Maid's positions which should be fiilled by the end of this week." "How many Maids have you decided to employ, Madame?" ~L~ynn asked. "I had originally thought I would hire two. However, after careful consideration, I have determined to hire three, perhaps four. One will be Little robbie's personal boudoir maid, another will supervise his makeup, and two others will be necessary to simply overwhelm him with their femininity and domination. I want him surrounded by strong Feminine women every moment of the day. And I want him deeply humiliated and shamed by them. I have already screened candidates and will begin interviewing tomorrow. Ladies," Madame continued, "While we are waiting for Lacy and Fetisha to join us, I think this might be the perfect time to obtain your own measurements for the frilly dresses you will be wearing when I deem it necessary. Angie's look of surprise was easily detected by Madame Chadwick. ~L~ynn's girlfriend attempted to protest but Madame simply waved her hand in a condescending manner towards her, and remarked coldly, "My dear Angie, I will not tolerate one minute of opposition from you, young lady. I have petticoated young women before who dared to disobey me. I realize that you cannot wait to enjoy the many dainty and delightful petticoating sessions of young males that you will witness here today and in the future but I decide on proper attire for these delightful little get-togethers. Is that understood, my dear?" "Y...y...yes, Madame, I understand." "Very well, Dear. Another look of disrespect from you just like the one you so obviously just displayed will result with me putting you in a frilly dress and petticoats.......just like your darling little friend ~L~ynn...."

Madame Chadwick laughed gaily.

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Back in the frilly confines of the sissy boudoir, Lacy now had complete control over an exhausted and spent Sissy Fetisha. rob had been unable to hold it any longer. The beautifully androgynous Lacy, niece of Madame Chadwick, had relieved rob's sissy indicator of its excitement. Lacy spoke condescendingly to her new charge. "I knew it. Such a sissy. And while you think you know our plans for you, you have no idea the abject shame and humiliation I intend to force upon you for the amusement of the lovely ladies anxiuosly awaiting your debut in a frilly party dress. Methinks you have a certain weakness for satin. After briefly considering that exquisite tulle creation, I have decided that you are one of those rea
lly ultrafeminine sissies...and that a nice frily satin and lace confection will be just perfect for you. Hand me your dainty little tea cup. Taking the pale pink china tea cup from the little man, Lacy examined its contents and, to her satisfaction, remarked coldly, "YOU will be having your tea in this cup," She laughed. "And now.....let's get you freshly bathed, powdered, perfumed, pantied, petticoated, and frocked." She laughed tauntingly. Quickly directing him to join Her in the femininely appointed adjoining bathroom, Lacy quickly began to fill the large tub with hot, soapy water. Pouring in bath oil beads and more bubble bath, the beautiful, androgynous petticoated youing woman directed rob to get into the tub. It's overwhelmingly flowery and feminine scents permeated the room. As the sissy eased into the tub, Lacy took a fluffy pale pink washcloth and began to scrub every area of rob's small body. Every area. The hot sudsy water and Lacy's expert hands set poor rob to  breathing heavily again. And the sight of this beautiful woman, petticoated in Her own magnificent rustling bouffant party slip, resplendent with dainty frilly lace and pale pink bows, skillfully in charge of him, produced those undeniable feelings of excitement and...subservience. Lacy spoke softly as she continued her ministrations. "I can't wait to get started. To turn you, slowly, very slowly, into the perfect little petticoated pantywaist sissy that I know you can be. Ohhh
yessssss...I want Auntie Kyra to have no doubt that her niece Lacy is every bit as determined as Auntie is to put sissies in their proper places..."

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The beautiful androgynous Lacy exited the bathroom momentarily, but long enough for poor rob to quickly assess his situation. Events now were spiralling way beyond any fantasy he may have had. And even though he again momentarily questioned his willingness to run for his life, well, he knew that thought was long gone. His immersion had begun. And now, this stunningly beautifu,l quite young, seductively androgynous dominant Woman, the niece of Madame Chadwick, was skillfully using Her own Femininity to overwhelm rob's sissy tendencies. Why...oh why...couldn't he muster enough manhood to resist this beautiful Girl? He knew why. Her abject Femininity...and Her determination to use it as Her weapon to control him...to break him...to emasculate him. And when Lacy returned moments later, She towered over rob, hands on Her hips, Her magnificent bouffant party slip resplendent in its ruffles and lace, and removed a bottle of creamy white liquid from the bathroom vanity. She opened the bottle and poured a generous portion into the hot sudsy pink bubbles. "Not that you have much body hair, but this shall assure me that you have none after you finish your bubble bath. It's a brand new product, from France, that removes all body hair upon contact...completely painless. And it IS permanent. It dissolves the hair, the roots, everything! No mess to clean up after you get out of the tub. However, it does not work on your scalp or your eyebrows. We can't feminize and sissify you properly until your body hair...every trace of it...has been removed. After all, I can't very well petticoat you and put you into a frilly little dress with disgusting male body hair." Ten minutes later, the scrubbing and washing of rob's little body was finished. Shamefully, his little sissy indicator had responded yet again to the beautiful Lacy, and when he was told to remove himself from the bathtub, before Lacy handed rob a plush pink towel, She pointed at his excited little soldier. Laughing, She said, "Ohhhhhh my. Did 'he' enjoy Miss Lacy's special bubble bath? Or is he perhaps excited about the prospect of Miss Lacy's plans to put young master rob into a frilly party dress and petticoats?" The little soldier  grew more attentive. "Oooooooooooo...I cannot wait to put you in a frilly little dress. You're going to love wearing petticoats! Promise Miss Lacy you'll be Her obedient little sissyboy? Would you like Miss Lacy to petticoat you and then give Her little sissy a makeup lesson? Hmmmm? Sitting in front of a makeup mirror, petticoated, and learning to put on makeup for Miss Lacy?" Rob's little soldier grew more excited. Lacy laughed and pointed at it. "How cute!!! All of this petticoat talk does seem to have struck a nerve...again! Typical...for a sissy!"...

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"Does the very thought of forcing you into one of these frilly little party frocks just excite you to no end, Sisssssssssy. Hmmmmmm...?" The beautiful androgynous LACY laughed. She made exquisite frou frou with the stiff crinoline and net layers of her lacy bouffant party slip. She fingered Her lacy hems. And then She pointed Her finger at little rob's raging sissy indicator. "Hmmmmm...which frilly little party frock shall it be? The lemon yellow silk taffeta? Or perhaps the pale pink satin? Or maybe the pale baby blue taffeta? So many frilly little dresses from which to choose. What's a Girl to do? I want it short, of course. Midthigh, maybe. So your petticoats will make a lacy display of themselves...proclaiming announcing your new status as a proud petticoated sissy. Isn't it true that REAL sissies just love for their lacy pettis to peek out from underneath their frilly frocks? Hmmmm, rob? Girly Girls just love it!!!  Yesssss..." LACY thought to Herself for a minute. "All of these frilly little party frocks are just short enough that any proud sissy, especially a newly petticoated sissy, will find it simply impossible to hide Her lacy frillies. And the Ladies will simply adore seeing them! Of course, I have no doubt that they will want to examine your petticoats closely...feel the lacy layers...perhaps run their long fingers through the many tiers of net and lace." His symbol was now straight at attention. "Oh myyyyy...again! Every time we have a little chat about petticoated sissies, your little soldier responds excitedly. Yo DO know what that means, robbie, don't you?" rob remained silent. His smooth legs and chest and arms shivered slightly as Miss LACY retrieved another heavily lace-embellished white satin hankie and approached the little sissy indicator. And She brought with Her, of course, the familiar little pink tea cup...

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As the beautiful, feminine, and mysteriously androgynous LACY confronted rob...again...his little sodier in a state of attentive frenzy...She laughed. It's sooooo adorable. So little...yet trying so 'hard' to look big. But alas, it knows it's place. Ohhhhh yes, little robbie, it knows it's place all too well. Hidden. To be concealed. To be encased in its own pretty feminine little petticoat prison. It's simply tooooo cute...toooo adorable......and too small to ever be used for anything else other than a mere plaything for Women. And once it has been put in its proper place..." LACY stopped and reached for a pale pink satin and white ruffled lace encrusted p*&^% sheath, its four satin ribbons dangling enticingly ..."then it can be safely snuggled away beneath layer after rustling layer of lacy white crinoline and taffeta petticoats. Contented in its rustling and swishing confines. It's own special pretty little petticoat prison. Now...won't that be fun??!!??" LACY laughed. She dangled the pale pink satin and lace sheath directly in front of rob. "Ohhhhh my! This little person is sooooooo excited it will never fit into it's own little petticoat until we have done something to reduce it to the small little bit that it should be!" And with each sentence that came out of the beautiful young Girl's mouth, the little soldier grew more frenzied. "As soon as Miss LACY has taken matters in Her own hands to reduce this little fellow's naughtiness, then we need to get you, Little Sissy Fetisha, properly frocked and petticoated for your debut!" And with that, She surveyed the ultrafeminine bedroom, frilly party frocks displayed everywhere, and whispered into Her sissy's ear, "Decisions, decisions!"...

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"Your little soldier is sooooooo at attention for Me!" Lacy exclaimed. Dangling the lace and satin sheath teasingly in front of rob, Lacy giggled, "Let's do something about your little sissy indicator, shall we, before I tuck him snugly away in his own little lace prison. Here! You hold this for Me, Sissy!"  LACY commanded, forcing rob to hold the frilly and lacy sheath while She took a cool silk and satin lace handkerchief and gripped the little sissy indicator, s-l-o-w-l-y encasing the frenzied little soldier until it had disappeared into the silky satiny lacy folds. The cool satin silk felt soooooooooooooo good against the hot frenzied soldier. "Miss LACY has plans for you, little sissy boy. Devious plans. Feminizing plans. Girly plans. Sissy plans..." The beautiful adnrogynous, and deliciously feminine young Woman teased the hapless sissy. "Ultra-ultra-ultrafeminine plans," She laughed. "I just adore little sissyboys in frilly party dresses! Oodles of rustling lace petticoats! Beautiful feminine makeup! Now.......sissyboy, tell Miss LACY, which frilly little party frock will you be wearing for the Ladies? Hmmmmm?"...

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SIX MONTHS LATER:    Twenty-year-old Justin Smythe was the sole heir to a multi billion-dollar coffee fortune. Except there was one small catch to his inheritance: It was still in the trust of Justin's strict Aunty Jane. Because Justin's father and mother both had died in a plane crash, young Justin had been the ward of his Auntie since the age of seventeen. The other provision in young master Justin's will stipulated that he marry by the age of 21 in order to inherit the fortune. Of course, Aunty Jane had other plans. Ohhhhh yes. "You are simply going to love HER!" Justin's beautiful Aunty Jane exclaimed as she sped in Her 7-series black BMW through the hills of upstate Connecticut. "She is a beautiful girl, Justin! Simply gorgeous!" As they sped past the expansive gated mansions and estates of one of America's wealthiest areas, Aunty Jane chatted on and on about this fascinating young...and stunningly beautiful...woman she wanted her rather shy and awkwardly frail nephew to meet. On the other hand, young Justin, never one to have much luck with the ladies, hoped that finally he might hit it off with this beautiful woman. Still, though, Justin had private reservations about this rendezvous completely arranged by his beautiful Aunty Jane. He didn't trust her. She always seemed to relish in the opportunity to embarrass him. Put him down. Remind him that he was no good at any sport...none whatsoever. He had been bullied in so many schools that  Aunty finally decided it "best" to complete his last two years of his education at a private boys' boarding school...where he was really bullied! The fact that young Justin wasn't exactly well endowed, he was only 5'4" in height and weighed a mere 115 pounds didn't help. His milky white skin and total absence of any real facial or body hair also had prevented Justin from "scoring" with the ladies. As a result, his confidence around women, especially beautiful feminine women, was nonexistent. As a matter of fact, Justin was usually intimidated by these women. Still, though, Aunty Jane had promised Justin that THIS young woman was just dying to meet him! When Justin asked his dear Aunty how she had come to know this girl, Aunty explained that she had met her through a close friend, Dr. Jennifer Haynes...a "delightful woman with whom I have had a friendship for several years."  When Justin asked Aunty to go into details, he was interrupted by the car rapidly slowing down as it approached a gated entrance to an estate surrounded by a brick wall of at least 8-10 feet tall. Aunty rolled down the window and entered the code on a keypad to gain entrance. The long winding driveway road went for several miles before they finally approached the massive, almost castle-like home.  Pulling her car up in front of the main entrance, Justin's beautiful Aunty exited the vehicle and encouraged her nephew to join her as they walked up the steps and Aunty rang the doorbell. Almost immediately, they were greeted by a stunningly beautiful woman, about 5'10" tall, wearing the shortest formal black satin French maid's uniform imaginable.  Her breasts were encased by ruffled white lace as was the hem of her short full gleaming satin skirt. An abundance of rustling starched white crinoline net petticoats, lace-trimmed, exposed themselves at her every movement. Her petticoats and satin rustled excitedly as a breeze blew her brief skirt upwards slightly, exposing even more of her lace-embellished petticoats. A white satin apron, lavishly lace-trimmed, 5-inch black patent leather stiletto heels, and suntan stockings completer her breathtakingly feminine outfit. Her long jet-black hair was tied in a ponytail by a white satin rbbon. Her makeup was impeccable. Her ruby red lipstick was unmistakably feminine, and to Justin, almost intimidating. She was stunning..."I am Celeste, one of Dr. Haynes' personal servants. And you must be Ms. Smythe. Welcome!" Then this beautiful maid dropped the perfect feminine curtsey, allowing for a delightfully tantalizing view of her petticoats. "Please, do come in! Dr. Haynes is in the study." Then, towering over the puny Justin, Celeste, somewhat condescendingly and humorously added, "And you must be Master Justin. How nice to have you come for a visit........sir," Celeste barely audibled the word "sir." She delivered another perfectly feminine curtsey to Justin, hoping to direct his eyes to Her abundance of feminine ~lace.~ Justin's intimidation by beautiful, feminine women clearly was on display now. Celeste could sense it already. So, too, could Justin's Aunty Jane...