PETTICOATED!

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That word again. "Petticoats." It had this mesmerizing effect on Rob. He knew he needed to leave

that room. Put on his pants. Demand the key. Leave. And not look back. Preserve his masculinity.

And yet he froze. His feet firmly planted in front of ~L~ynn. And this beautiful blonde,

fingering the lacy hem of her white satin chemise, aimed her makeup brush at him, and directly

challenged his manhood. "A real man would take this test." "Real man," Rob heard her say. What

he wanted to do...should do...was grab this woman, throw her on the bed, and..."Sooooo...are we

ready, Rob...bie?" He gulped. So what kind of a test is it?' "A sissy test," ~L~ynn repeated.

"How long is this...test?" Rob pleadingly asked. "It depends,"~L~ynn responded. "Although, I

believe with you, it shouldn't take too long." How will I know when the test is over?" Rob

pleadingly asked again. "Oh...we'll know. We'll know...Trust me, Honey." Poor Rob. Poor, poor

Rob. And now the tall beautiful blonde slowly rose from her seat, reached around with her

painted fingertips to check her lace, and pointed her makeup brush inches from the poor man's

frightened face. "Ready?" Rob swallowed hard. "Good boy. I knew you weren't afraid, Rob." Now

~L~ynn reached for the little femininely gift-wrapped package she had kept with her. The pale

pink wrapping paper with the white ballerina tutus design. Handing it to Rob, ~L~ynn baited

him, "A present from me for taking the test. Okay?" She sat back down, smoothing her lace before

taking her seat, and slowly crossed her legs. "You're not going to refuse my little gift, are

you? My frilly little gift...especially for you?" ... Rob took the dainty package and slowly

untied the wide pale pink satin ribbon. He handed it to ~L~ynn. "Such a pretty pink satin

ribbon. Very girly. I think I'll hold on to this for tonight. .."

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Rob stopped far a moment when he heard this reference to the ribbon. He looked at ~L~ynn. ~L~ynn
quickly redirected her cold beautiful blue eyes back to the dainty package Rob was unwrapping.
Rob's heart was beating fast. His fingers actually trembled ever so slightly. He dreaded what
was in that box. No, he didn't. Yes, he did. No, he didn't. His miond was racing. The
anticipation. The dread. Both. Now he wanted control. He always had before with every woman he
had ever been with. But this woman was different. So beautiful. Blonde. Feminine. Dominant. Rob
desperately needed to slow things down. But it was too late for that. Way too late...as he stood
motionless, with the beautiful ~L~ynn knowing his vulnerabilities and overpowering him with her
ultrafemininity. She "persuaded" him to cotinue. "Go ahead. Open it. Isn't the paper adorable?"
No answer from Rob. He "proved" his "masculinity" by ignoring her remark. His heart was racing.
"Try to save the paper, Honey. Okay?" Rob carefully, meticulously, s-l-o-w-l-y removed the
paper. Very slowly. For some reason, he wanted to stall. To prolong it. Perhaps, even, to
demonstrate to this beautiful feminine blonde, he still believed he could prove to ~L~ynn that
he was opposed to this "test." "Faster, Honey. Okay? After all, I told you this wouldn't take
long." Rob moved quicker. The pretty paper was off and he handed it to a grinning ~L~ynn's
outstretched hand. There was no tape on the pale pink box that came next. So Rob lifted it off.
Handed it to ~L~ynn. Peeled away the rustling pink and white tissue paper. He noticed the ever
so slight but sweet smell of perfume. And finally Rob's trembling fingers reached their
distination. Lace. Ruffled lace. White. Pale pink. Very ruffled. Very feminine. Girly.
Ultrafeminine...sissy...very, very...sissy. All he could see was the ruffled lace. Save for the
hint of white bridal satin beneath the frilly lace. His fingers felt the lace. Yes,it was real.
It was ruffled. And girly. Very girly. His frantic hands' search for a waistband did not take
long. There it was. Beneath the lace. And now...he would be confronted with reality. resisted
removing them from the remaining white tissue surrounding this very special pair of panties."
"Take them out, Honey. Okay? Here, hand me the box." Mark's excitement did not escape his
dominant girlfriend's eyes. Zeroing in on her prey, ~L~ynn used her most disarmingly feminine
persuasions, her lace and her makeup, to coax the dainty lacy sissy panties from the box and
firmly in the hands of her sissy boytoy. Mark swallowed hard. Even by his private standards,
these panties were even lacier and girlier than any he had ever seen as he cruised the internet
late at night searching for the sissiest of sissy...

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But this wasn't the internet. Cyberspace was a place where Rob had always been in control. Sissy
searches: "Petticoat punishment;" "Forced feminization;" "Frilly satin dresses;"
"Sissification..." He gulped. This was real. ~L~ynn was real. "What am I doing!?" Rob suddenly
exclaimed to himself. Instinctively he held the ruffled lace sissy panties in disdain and handed
them to ~L~ynn, declaring, "These are yours. They're definitely NOT mine!" There. He'd said it.
He was taking a stand. ~L~ynn took the lacy satin sissy panties and held them up in front of
Rob, carefully fingering the rows of ruffled white and pink lace, and pointing out the two large
pink satin bows adorning the front. "They are pretty, aren't they, Robbie? So...girly. Feminine.
There was a time, many years ago, when I wore frilly panties just like these under my party
dresses and petticoats. I felt so girly. Isn't it a pity boys never get to experience panties
and petticoats? At least most boys don't. However...there are a few little boys...men...who need
to wear ruffly dainties. Sissies mostly. Girly boys. I've seen them. They have that glazed look
in their eyes when they see a pretty dress, especially dainty little party dresses. And then
there are those 'special' sissy boys. The boys who are in...denial. They're desperately trying
to prove their masculinity. Trying to assert themselves. They play sports. They date certain
girls who wear what they're told to wear. Mostly weak women. But then that little sissy wannabe
encounters that one woman...the woman who knows all about a sissy. She knows his weaknesses. His
vulnerabilities. His inner secrets. Do you know any boys like that, Robbie? Hmmmm? Sissy boys?"
Rob tried to answer the beautiful blonde. This incredible woman who was seemingly toying with
him. She continued to play with the rows of ruffled lace as she invited him to "Take my little
sissy test." And then ~L~ynn looked directly at the poor man's growing excitement as he sttod in
front of her. She smiled knowingly. Licked her lips. Tasted her own lipstick. "Oh my, this
girltalk seems to be having an effect on you, Dear," ~L~ynn giggled girlishly. "Perhaps you DO
know little men like those I've described? Sissy boys? Girly boys?" "Of course not, ~L~ynn. None
of the guys I hang with. You've had too much wine. You don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh really? Hmmmmm...follow me." The beautiful tall blonde rose slowly, checked for wrinkles in
her lacy slip, and took the poor man's hand firmly. She laid the sissy panties on the satin bed
comforter. "We'll come back to these later," she laughed, looking Rob dead in the eye as she
smiled and gently laid the satin and lace confection on the frilly bedspread. And now she
directed, pulled, poor Rob towards the two frilly satin party dresses hanging directly in front
of the bed. Pulling the white bridal satin party frock off the rack and holding it by its
matching white satin hanger, ~L~ynn deliberately approached the poor man swishing the frilly
frock as she moved directly in front of him. "Now, Robbie, once and for all, answer the
question: Don't you just adore the dainty dress? The ruffles. The frills. The lace.The stiff
bridal satin? Perfect for a pretty girl? Even more appropriate for a little sissy boy? Here,
take the dress, Robbie. Hold it in front of you. Imagine being forced into that dress by...by me.
Doesn't that excite you, Robbie? It excites me. Oh god, does it ever excite me..."

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"I'm n...not w...wear...ingggg...those!" Rob cowered, pointing to the ruffled lace sissy panties ~L~ynn dangled menacingly in front of his wide eyes. "Give me your boxers, Rob. Let me have them...now," calmly requested the blonde beauty. "Come on, give them to me." She towered over him and took just a moment to finger the wide lacy hem of her white satin chemise. She pursed her lips slowly. "I'll let you see my pretty satin and lace bra." She smiled sexily. Rob gulped again. His eyes pleaded with ~L~ynn to stop. But he said nothing. The room was silent. And then, in desperation, he pleaded, "~L~ynn, please don't make me wear...th...th...ose," he pointed to the ruffled white lace sissy panties she continued to dangle. "Honey, I NEVER make promises I can't keep. Besides ONLY a sissy would wear these? You would agree with me, right, Dear?" She laughed. He stammered. ""Your boxers, Honey, please?" Rob gulped. He sighed. ~L~ynn waited. She dangled the frilly ruffled lace sissy panties. And slowly, very s-l-o-w-l-y...the hapless man's boxers came off. All "indicators" were positive. "That's a good boy, robbie. We're going to have so much fun tonite." She quickly grabbed the boxers from him and disposed of them underneath the frilly bed. And then she boldly handed Rob the dainty, frilly sissy panties, "Here, Honey, hold these for me while I show you my pretty bra." She placed the dainties in the poor man's shaking hand and then slowly removed her white satin chemise. As she folded it femininely, she remarked, "It is such a pretty little slip, isn't it, robbie? So girly. Feminine." As she laid it on the bed next to the dainty party frock, she noticed her boytoy's greedy eyes fixed on her matching white lace satin bra and panties. The bra was ever so feminine. Lacy and satiny. Her breasts were magnificent! He couldn't help but notice the small pale blue satin bow between the white satin cups of her bra. "Do you like my pretty bra, Honey? It's very lacy. And I adore the satin straps. Isn't it feminine? Is it girly enough for you? And don't you just adore the pretty little satin bow? You won't think of me as 'macho' for the pretty blue bow, will you?" she giggled...

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And now the time had come. In a frilly bedroom. In an old large elegant home on a secluded estate. This beautiful blonde. Dominant. Feminine. And determined. "Put them on, robbie. Here." She dangled the ruffled lace and satin confection with her right fingers while her left hand reached forward to pull his trembling hands towards the dainty confection. The poor man's "sissy indicator" was rising noticeably. This was ~Lynn's~ chance. And she knew it. She also knew these particular sissy panties were double-lined in cool soft bridal satin. Ahhhh yes, the inside was lined with the same cool white satin that lay beneath the multiple layers of ruffled white lace completely covering the outside. And the pert pink bows in the front would be that extra permanent reminder to Rob that his sissydom had been exposed. The little man gulped as the lacy frillies were transferred to his trembling fingers. "I...I...I..." ~L~ynn interruped, "Yessss?" "~L~ynn...please...puhleeeeze" he begged. But ~L~ynn would have none of it now. "Of course you can!" she said. "Your sissy indicator is betraying you, robbie! Put them on! Now." There was a certain finality in her voice that Rob had not heard before. She was taking control. And now...a defining moment. The silent room. It's overstated ultrafeminity. The frilly dainty party dresses. And the beautiful ~L~ynn. Indeed, it was overwhelming to the poor boy. "Put them on, sissy......" Rob's face was on fire. His sissy indicator was betraying him. And the dainty panties were the laciest, girliest, and dare he say it...sissiest...he had ever seen. And as ~L~ynn towered over him, he realized he wouldn't be getting out of this one. Taking the ruffled lace sissy panties between his trembling fingers, he nervously slid them up his mostly hairless legs. The bridal satin swished. The rows of ruffled white lace were all that could be seen. Remaining seated on the satin comforter of the girly bed, he slowly pulled them up...and over his  sissy indicator. "There, that's better," ~L~ynn smiled triumphantly. "Now stand up for me. Perfect!" She pulled the sissy panties up just a bit more and fingered the ruffled white lace while the poor boy dutifully stood in front of her. "How adorable! You DO like lace, don't you, Honey?" She laughed. "I chose these because of the dainty lace. I know how sissies adore lace. Especially the ruffled danty lace like you have on now." She played with the pink satin bows nestled gently in the ruffled white lace. Then she ordered him to pick up the frilly satin party dress that had been laying on the bed. The party frock that was, fortunate for him, too small for her to force him into. But that didn't stop ~L~ynn from wondering aloud, "I can't wait to put you in one of these frilly little dresses..."

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Rob's startled eyes darted up towards the beautiful blonde. "Wh...wh...what....?" "Silly boy!" cooed ~L~ynn. She shook one of the dainty party frocks in front of the wide-eyed Rob, swishing the satin skirts and making frou-frou with them. "Come with me, Honey," she directed the pantied sissy. After laying the frilly dress back on the satin comforter of the feminine bed, she guided him towards the satin cushioned settee and directed him to sit down with her. "Chat with me, Honey, while I freshen my make up. Okay?" she purred femininely. After Rob had obediently, and nervously,  lowered himself onto the settee, ~L~ynn moved her long, feminine left hand towards the ruffled lace of his satin sissy panties. As she toyed with his frilly lace, she took her right hand and reached for a tube of lipstick. Opening it and sliding the lipstick from the tube, she pointed it directly at him, edging it perilously close towards his frightened face. He recoiled in horror. She giggled. And then she stated, laughing, "I just bet a little lipstick would do wonders for your sissy indicator." She glanced down at his sissy panties. Then she slowly, femininely, skillfully applied lipstick to her own lips. After pursing her lips and running her tongue ever so slightly over them, she turned the tube to redirect the lipstick back safely into its container and place the cap back on. And then she reached for her blush brush. Taking it in her right hand, she pointed at him, and ordered him not to move. She took the brush and ever so slightly swirled it onto each of his cheeks. His face was on fire, and his sissy indicator, nestled in the cool satin of his sissy panties, responded excitedly. "You don't even need blush on!" the beautiful blonde exclaimed.  "You're already blushing! How sweet!" She opened her blusher, deftly swirled her brush in the powder, tapped it, and applied a slight amount to her own cheeks. "I love playing with makeup," she whispered to the mesmerized boy. "It's soooooo...so....girly. Sissies love makeup, too." Don't they, robbie?"...

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~L~ynn's pantied boyfriend gulped, "I...I..I'mmmmmm...not...a...a...sissy. P...p...puhleeze don't call me a...a...s...sis...sissy, ~L~ynn." The beautiful blonde's blush brush came closer to his reddened cheeks. If he moved, he would fall off the satin cushioned settee. As she pointed her brush at him, she gazed at the layers of ruffled lace which made up the satin sissy panties she had cajoled him into wearing for her. She was a tigress now. "Of course you're NOT a sissy, rob," she giggled, her tone dripping with feminine sarcasm.  But his sissy indicator was straining beneath its satin and lace prison in search of freedom.  His face grew hotter. His eyes focused on her lacy white satin bra and its awesomely feminine contents. ~L~ynn pulled the blush brush back and swirled it gently across each of her cheeks. Laying it on the makeup vanity, she turned to her frightened boytoy and asked girlishly, "Does it excite you to watch me play in my makeup, Honey? Don't you wish you could play with my makeup, too? Eyeshadow, lipstick, blush, mascara? A little touch of gloss, maybe? It's so girly. Feminine. Of course, you're just a silly man. Now...if you were a sissy..." The poor man interrupted her by pleading, "I'm not a sissy. I told you already," he instinctively placed his shaking hands over the front of the layers of dainty ruffled lace which made up the sissy panties she had forced him to wear for her. It was a modest effort to conceal his sissy indicator. ~L~ynn mused, "Of course you're not a sissy, Honey. Why don't you prove how masculine you are by taking me and throwing me onto the bed...be a man...take control...because if you don't, well..." As she spoke the poor boy felt the bulge getting larger beneath its satin and lace prison. And then ~L~ynn firmly pulled rob's frightened hands away from their attempts to conceal his impending descent into petticoats, lace, and...yes...those ever-present frilly dainty dresses...