PETTICOATED!

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~L~ynn closed the door to the parlor as she and her male friend exited. Rob heard the other women giggling as the door closed. Now ~L~ynn quickly ushered her little friend to the very special guest bedroom Jennifer had decorated just for this evening. As ~L~ynn took out the key to unlock the door, she handed Rob her makeup clutch and the small giftwrapped package. Opening the door to the room, she led him inside. Rob hesitated in the entrance. His feet were frozen to the floor. The bedroom was huge! And feminine. Ultra-feminine. Girly. Pale pink walls and a white carpet with a slight pinkish hue. The bed was a large canopy bed. Pink and white satin bedspread trimmed in ruffled white lace. Pictures of ballerinas in tutus adorned the walls. A white makeup vanity in the corner with a pink satin-cushioned settee. Pink and white lace curtains. ~L~ynn was even stunned, too. Her girlfriend had done well. She had gotten a decorator to do the room in a matter of days. And then, said the cat to the canary: "Isn't this just an adorable bedroom, Robbie? We're going to have so much fun in here!" She slowly removed the satin ribbon from her hair, brushed her long blonde hair from her face, and led the frightened boy inside. Then she quickly inserted the key into the lock. "Good! Now I've got you all to myself." The young man stared and feasted his eyes on the beautiful blonde's lacy chemise showing through her sheer white chiffon dress. As they approached the feminine bed, ~L~ynn discovered the little frilly party dresses which had been the subject of the girltalk earlier in the evening now had been carefully placed on the far corner of the bed. The short white bridal satin dress gleamed in the light of the room. ~L~ynn moved quickly to the little confection, lifted it up by its satin hanger, and discovered a shiny stainless steel dress rack had conveniently been placed in the corner by the settee, directly in eyesight of the feminine bed. She shook the satiny and lacy confection, fingered its petticoat skirts, held it in front of her timid boytoy, and asked him again, "Are you sure you wouldn't have called me a sissy little girl if you had seen me in this dress when we were growing up?" Rob's throat was dry. He stammered. "Well....?" "No, of course not!" Rob retorted. His body language revealed his uneasinress. "Hmmm...I hope not. I might have had to get rough with you," she purred, now holding the frilly frock against him and fingering its stiff net petticoat skirts. "Let's hang it up right over here." ~L~ynn deliberately placed the dress on the dress rack and adjusted its skirts playfully, while humming, "I enjoy being a girl." Then she returned to the bed to retrieve the other little frilly dress, shaking its voluminous swishing pink tulle skirts teasingly in front of the boy, and hung it up, too. She positioned the rack slightly while first looking at the feminine bed and then at Rob, obviously aligning the frocks directly in line with where she would have Rob in minutes. "There," she said. Moving back to Rob, she girlishly asked him, "Rob, would you help me out of my dress, please?" Meanwhile, the conversation in the parlor revealed the Doctor commenting to her girlfriends, "Many sissies are so impatient. They cannot stand the suspense. Don't they realize that teasing them, toying with their innermost desires, their deepest secrets...why, that's half the fun!"

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In the pink, girly bedroom, behind the  locked door, Rob was desperately seeking to regain some semblance of his masculinity. The exciting prospect of bedding this statuesque blonde beauty was heightened by what ~L~ynn might do to him in these surroundings of satin, lace and girly frills. It was now or never, he realized. He would have to take control in the bedroom. Conquer this beautiful object of exquisite femininity. Brag to his friends later on the golf course. String her along. Use her. Drop her. Move on. Just as he had done a hundred times before with other women. But this woman was different. It was as if she knew all about him. But how could she? Wasn't this just a coincidence? She wouldn't really...well, you know. And besides, in the end, when decision time came for Rob, his masculinity would win out. He would bed her. He would turn the tables on her. And yet as he sized up his situation...his dilemma...he sensed he was losing. The frilly little dresses ~L~ynn had strategically placed in full view of him. Her frequent use of the "s" word. The frilly lacy pink satin comforter. The girly bedroom. Now Rob caught himself breathing hard. His mouth was getting dry again. ~L~ynn stood in front of her little boytoy and towered over him as she made froufrou with her sheer white chiffon skirts, the wide lacy hem of her satin chemise peeking out at her little man. The beautiful blonde ran her tongue over her lips, smiled cuquettishly at Rob, and turned around, ordering him, "Now, Robbie, be a good little boy and help me out of my pretty dress...one button at a time. And then I have a little present for you." Giggling excitedly, ~L~ynn retrieved that mysterious small pink package, held it in her hands, and whispered girlishly. "Hurry, my boy..."

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The sweet smell of ~L~ynn's feminine perfume wafted through the room and her lacy white satin lingerie beckoned Rob to comply. He felt his excitement and knew he wouldn't be able to conceal it. But this was unlike any experience he had ever had with preceding women. Before he had always been in control. His status. His wealth. His good looks, albeit boyish. This time, he knew, he was not in control. And yet his urges were heightened. He momentarily thought about resisting this beautiful feminine woman in order to salvage his masculinity. To gain the upper hand. And then his eyes focused on the ...dare he think it...the little sissy dresses...~L~ynn had arranged for him to see. His fingers trembled. His mouth was getting drier. He was breathing harder.  And then the feminine blonde laid an almost girlish little peck on the boy's cheek, whispering in his ear, "Unbutton my pretty dress, little boy. Let me show you my girly femmy lace...all of it. And then after I freshen my makeup, I have a little gift for you." She turned her back to him, held her long flowing blonde locks in her hand, and waited for Rob to remove her feminine white chiffon dress. He hesitated. He gulped. And then he acquiesced. One button at a time. ~L~ynn smiled to herself as she detected Rob's nervousness. His stumbling fingers taking more time than necessary. And yet as each pearl button pulled away, she could tell his breathing was heavier. His deftness at unbuttoning the dress was improving until, finally..."Good boy!"  ~L~ynn playfully exclaimed. She stepped out of her dress, leaving her heels on, and turned to face him. "Now hold my dress for me while I get a hanger from the closet. Hold it upright until I return." As Rob held the feminine confection against his chest, the lacily-clad blonde returned with a white satin hanger. She eyed her boytoy prize holding the chiffon dress and looked at him examiningly. She didn't conceal the fact that she was imagining how he might look in her dress. As she nodded her head approvingly, the poor man defensively asked, "What! What are you thinking?" ~L~ynn raised her eyebrows a moment, fingered the wide lacy hem of her white satin chemise, and whispered, "Oh, nothing, really."  Then she took the flowing chiffon dress from Rob and positioned it on the hanger. Returning from the closet, she directed Rob to sit next to her on the small settee directly in front of the vanity makeup mirror. On the counter was a variety of brushes, lipsticks, eyeshadow pallettes, blushers, mascaras...everything. Jennifer had thought of every little detail...

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The poor man resisted lowering himself onto the settee, next to the beautiful blonde in her lacy white satin chemise. She played with the lacy hem as he contemplated for a moment whether he should join her. He remained standing...frozen. He thought about his surroundings. The ultrafeminine bedroom. The pale pink. The satin. The lace. And, of course, the rustling satin party dresses displayed in front of him. ~L~ynn pretended to ignore him, picked up a long blush brush, opened a compact, swirled the brush in the glowing powder, and deftly applied it to her cheeks. Then, holding the brush limp-wristed, giggled at Rob, speaking softly, "Honey, help me select a lipstick for this evening, please." Rob swallowed hard. ~L~ynn waited for a response. Rob was attempting to act disinterested. ~L~ynn knew better. Feminine instinct, of course. She took her left hand and patted it beside her on the settee, motioning for the boy to take a seat. Then she took her hand and fingered the wide expanse of white lace adorning the hem of her white satin chemise. "Pretty please, Honey?" Rob wanted to say no. Resist her now. Deny himself the journey on which he knew he was about to embark. "That's okay, ~L~ynn. You choose. I have no idea about such things. Then we can have some real fun. Know what I mean?" He tried valiantly to present his best masculine facade. Pointing her blush brush at Rob, ~L~ynn replied, "Such a silly little man. Now, help me with my lipstick. You don't want me to get rough with you, now do you? You know you want me. But in order for that to happen, you need to... humor me. You're not scared, are you, Robbie?" She stared at the two frilly satin party dresses on the rack in front of them, took his right hand, and pulled him slowly down onto the settee. "There now, that's a good little boy..." Then she pulled several tubes of lipstick from the vanity table and asked him to hold them for her. There were several shades of pink. As each rich lipstick was applied, the woman would blot her lips, look in the lighted makeup mirror, and ask for his opinion. He would stammer with seemingly noncommittal remarks as the blonde beauty's deep blue eyes looked down between his legs, amused at his growing excitement. Settling on a "Cotton Candy Pink" lipstick, she congratulated Rob on his "knowledge of such feminine things. Did our little girly time excite you, Honey?" "Wh..wh...what are y...ou talk...king...about?" retorted the young man defensively. "Why Honey, don't sound so...defensive! You're obviously...excited! Is it my hot body? My blonde hair? My lacy lingerie? My makeup?... Well, which is it, my little man...?" Before he could answer, ~L~ynn took Rob's right hand, ignored a slight momentary resistance,  and placed his trembling hand directly on the lacy hem of her chemise. She played with her lace...with HIS trembling fingers! "Isn't my lace pretty?.., Girly?" Rob swallowed hard. His face was burning. She was so beautiful. So feminine. So...dominant. And then she ordered him to "get more comfortable. Here, let me help you, Robbie...let me help you...out of those boring old boy clothes. Okay?..............sissy?"

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"What did you call me, ~L~ynn?" Rob asked angrily. Getting up from his position next to her on the settee, he continued. "I'm outta here! I'm not putting up with this. Where do you get off...calling me a sissy? Who the hell do you think you are anyway? ~L~ynn watched  her boytoy move towards the bedroom door. He hadn't realized he would not be able to leave without ~L~ynn's help. After all, she had the key to the bedroom and its unique inside lock. As he reached for the doorknob, and it did not turn, he realized he needed ~L~ynn.  Meanwhile, she sat at the settee, deciding to apply just a touch of shimmery pale blue eyeshadow. She pretended to ignore him. And now, again, the young man was captivated at this feminine beauty putting on her makeup... totally in control. "I have the key, Honey," ~L~ynn said quietly. "Now calm down. Come back over here and let's chat. Girltalk," she giggled. "Prove to me you're not my little sissy boy, okay? Tell me you aren't turned on as I put on my makeup. Sitting here in my lace. Talking girltalk with you. You're obviously excited by this. Now, be a man and take charge, Robbie. Throw me on the bed. I'll even help you out of your boy clothes. Be that macho guy other women think you are, sissy. Okay? Prove it to me. Prove it now." Rob hesitated. "Just give me the key, ~L~ynn. I'm leaving. I'm outta here." Instead of responding, ~L~ynn went back to her makeup, returning to the tube of "Cotton Candy Pink," lipstick, deftly opening the tube and reapplying a bit more, pursing her lips as she glanced at her beautiful feminine image in the mirror. Then she got up, slowly, deliberately, and moved to the two frilly little satin party dresses hanging on the stainless steel dress rack. She turned her back on the boy, removed each swishing confection by its satin hanger, and shook each one playfully, fingering and toying with the stiff satin sklirts. She nodded her head back and forth as she closely examined each dress. And then she took the white satin frock, in all of its lacy, satiny and ultrafeminine girly glory, turned slowly to face a stunned Rob, shook it frilly satin skirts in front of him, and whispered, matter-of-factly, "Sissies need to be petticoated, Rob. Don't you agree?" ......

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Meanwhile in the intimacy of the wood panelled study of Dr. Jennifer Haynes' expansive secluded country home, the three women were comparing notes while ~L~ynn entertained Rob in the sanctity of the frilly guest bedroom. "Girls,"the beautiful Dr. Haynes said, "At about this moment, little Rob is realizing that one needs to be careful about what one wishes for." The three women laughed. Angie asked Nancy, Cinderella's dress designer, about "possibilities." Nancy stated, with a twinkle in her eye, "They'll be sized perfectly for him. Very short skirts, of course. I think bridal satin. Tulle. Taffeta. Very swishy skirts, of course. There'll be no mistake when he's in this room next weekend. The accoustics are perfect!" "As is the lighting," Angie added. "And don't forget the hardwood floors, girls. His heels will sound very nicely as we order him about," added Jennifer. Then the beautiful doctor turned to Nancy, and said, "Petticoats. He must be wearing oodles of petticoats. Very stiff. Swishy. Rustling. Hissing. All of those girly sounds which will intensify his sissification...and his humiliation. How are you coming along with his petticoats?" "Oh, I've already started!" Nancy answered cheerfully. Crinoline. Net. Taffeta. Tulle. And I have already been shopping for lace. Very girly. Ultrafeminine. Ruffled white lace. Pale pink lace..." Dr. Hanynes interrupted her, "The lacier the better. And his pettis need to provide us a generous display of themselves in all of their swishy, lacy, sissy glory. Feminization must be swift. And thoroughly complete. And nothing defines a little sissy boy more than his petticoats. They are extremely effective in their emasculation of a sissy." Addressing Nancy again, Dr. Haynes asked, "How many dresses can you have finished by next weekend?" Nancy answered, "I'll have three seamstresses working around the clock. I stood next to Rob long enough to size him. And of course that was brilliant asking him to hold the dresses for us. He really is a little sissy, isn't he?" Angie countered, "He is. But I would have never known it had we not discovered him looking into the windows in front of Cinderella. I mean, he's a little small. But he plays golf...he's athletic...he seems like a normal guy...until..." Dr. Haynes finished Angie's thought, "Until the little sissy inside of him wants to come out and play..........Hmmmm, I wonder how ~L~ynn is doing?".......



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Beginning after Hmmmm, I wonder how ~L~ynn is doing?".......



In the private, locked seclusion of the ultrafeminine guest bedroom, ~L~ynn sweetly and demurely

asked her boytoy again to allow her to remove "those nasty boy clothes. Okay, Sweetheart?"..."

Pretty please? With a cherry on top?" She forced his trembling right hand to finger the wide

dainty lace hem of her white satin chemise. "Isn't my lace pretty? You do like my lace, don't

you, Robbie? Hmmmmmm....? I wore it especially for you. Especially for this evening." She looked

at the bulge between his legs. She smiled and noddded her head knowingly. Rob made one last

desperate attempt to break away. To take a stand. To reclaim his masculinity. "~L~ynn, you just

called me a sissy. I'm not a sissy and I resent you calling me one. Besides, you've had too much

to drink. Where's the television? I'm gonna go watch a ballgame. Until you sober up...and until

you apologize." "Ohhhhh, Rob, ~L~ynn's sorry. I didn't mean to hurt your little feelings. Please

don't cry." She skillfully reached for her blush brush, stroked her cheeks a couple of times,

and pointed the brush directly at her little man. Rob's face was flushed. He was breathing

heavily. And his fingers continued to rest contently on her lace. And his bulge was growing.

Rob felt the tension. And the excitement. He knew she wouldn't relent now. He wanted to demand

an apology. Demand it now. Give her an ultimatum. Apoligize or I'm leaving. But the words just

wouldn't come out. He was frozen. ~L~ynn was in control. "Rob, Honey, we never did finish that

little test we began in Cinderella. Do you remember?" Rob remembered. He remembered all too

well. In the back of Cinderella. Among the dainty party dresses. So he feigned forgetfulness.

"What test, ~L~ynn? I don't remember any test." However, he knew that his response had not been

convincing...She stroked her cheekbones once more, drew the blush brush perilously near her

boytoy's face, and matter-of-factly "reminded" him. "The sissy test, Rob. You're not afraid to

take it, are you? I mean, after all, you ARE a man, aren't you? So how is a silly little girly

test going to hurt you? Soooooo...you ready?" He gulped. He gulped again. He tried to say no.

The words wouldn't come out. Nothing would come out. ~L~ynn deliberatly removed the little

sissy's hand from her lacy hem and ordered him to stand in front of her. He acquiesced. She knew

he would. "There are certain conditions for this little test in order for it to be an effective

tool in determining how much of a sissy you are, Robbie. Okay?" Her voice was gentle. Feminine.



Firm. She smiled her cold deep blue eyes through his very soul. Crossing her legs and pulling

down her lacy hem, she continued to finger it as she spoke to her charge. "Now, I want you to

take off your shirt first, Robbie. Okay?" Rob gulped again. His face was on fire. He glanced at

the dainty party dresses displayed not far away. He thought to himself, "Thank God theyre too

small for me." She noticed his glance in the direction of the frilly feminine little dresses and

giggled, "Ooooooo, if only..." "If only what?" Rob asked. "Oh, nothing, Robbie. Nothing..." Now

Rob's hairless chest was exposed as ~L~ynn took the little man's shirt and threw it into the

corner. "We won't be needing that tonight, Honey." She looked down at his pants, used her blush

brush to point in the direction of Rob's belt buckle, and waited. She said nothing. Rob gulped

again. He knew what was next. His excitement grew. So, too, did his anxiety. Token resistance on

Rob's part led him to stand frozen. ~L~ynn watched, fingered her lacy hem with her left hand,

ran her tongue femininely over her fresh lipstick, and shook her makeup brush slightly in the

direction of his pants. Rob began slowly to unbuckle his belt. His fingers had never been so

nervous. He had done this thousands of times and now this time he was having trouble as his

fingers clumsily fumbled through an otherwise mundane daily task. Finally the belt was unbuckled

and he pulled it off. ~L~ynn reached out for it and unceremoniously threw it into the corner of

the room with Rob's shirt. ~L~ynn took no time in making certain that Rob followed with his

trousers. And then his socks. And finally, he was left standing in front of her wearing only his

boxer shorts. Standing in front of this beautiful, blonde, feminine, dominant goddess. She was

using her femininity to slowly strip him, literally, of his manhood. The makeup, lacy lingerie,

frilly dainty party frocks, the ultrafeminine girly guest bedroom had all taken their toll on

this little sissy- in- denial. And now ~L~ynn would use her own feminine dominance to toy with

her little man for the evening. "Are you ready, Honey? Are you ready to prove to ~L~ynn that

you're not a little sissy boy? Certainly a little girl talk can't hurt anything before we begin,

can it? Some girly chit-chat? I'll even let you pick the topic, okay? Lingerie, dresses, makeup,

perfume...petticoats, perhaps?