PETTICOATED!

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Friday afternoon Rob pulled his BMW in front of Cinderella to pick up his girlfriend. ~L~ynn was wearing a short yellow silk shirtdress. She had left the bottom two buttons unbuttoned so her man would be tantalized by the lavish lace hem of the white satin minislip she was wearing. She was carrying an overnight bag and a garment bag. When Rob got out of the car to open the door for ~L~ynn, she asked him first to open the trunk. After seeing Rob's leather suitcase in the corner, she slid in her overnight bag, and the garment bag was carefully placed inside, too, with maximum effort to avoid any wrinklling. "This is your new suit. I oredred it especially for you. I just know you'll love it, Honey!" She gave Rob a girly peck on his cheek, asked him to close the trunk, and waited for him to open the door for her. The initial part of the trip to Dr. Jennifer Haynes' estate was ~L~ynn's indulging her boytoy in conversation about his little macho things: golf, baseball, etc. She asked him if he had heard from his friends who were carousing at the golf tournament all week. "Oh yes," Rob answered, "They're partying every night and going to the tournament every day." Looking down at the lacy hem of her satin slip, the beautiful blonde smiled, replying, "And did you tell your guy friends you were spending the weekend with the girls in the country?" She giggled. Fingered the lacy hem of her feminine slip, coaxing a hesitant response from him. "Uh...uh...n...no! Of course not!" She laughed. Stroked him on his right thigh. The pink fingernail polish of her slender, perfectly manicured hands, causing him to breathe deeply. Her overpowering femininity.  And then she revealed a bit more of her lace, opening a third button of her dress. "What did you tell them you were doing this weekend, robbie?" She fingered her lace. Moved closer to him. She played with the ends of her long flowing blonde hair. Twisted it into a curl. "Did you tell them you were spending it with me? Your girlfriend?" Recovering his aplomb for a few seconds, Rob gulped and managed to say, "Yeah. I told them you and I were going off for the weekend." ~L~ynn smiled. Planted a wet kiss squarely on Rob's lips. Jennifer Haynes' estate was just a few miles ahead. "We're going to have so much fun, Honey." And then, feigning surprise, girlishly said, "Oh my, my slip is showing!" To her poor little man's dismay, she buttoned all the buttons of her pretty dress, covered her lace, looked at Rob triumphantly, and declared, "We'll save my lace for the bedroom!" At the end of the long road to Jennifer's estate Rob stopped his car in front of the gate, rolled down his window and pressed the intercom button. Dr. Haynes cheerily responded, "Hi Rob! Hi ~L~ynn! You're the last ones here. Welcome!" The gate opened and Rob drove to the front of the expansive house. ~L~ynn asked Rob to open the trunk, handed him her overnight bag, took the garment bag, and shut the trunk before Rob could get his luggage. Before he knew what had happened, ~L~ynn ushered Rob to the door. The beautiful Dr. Jennifer Haynes answered the door. She was wearing black silk pants and a sheer white blouse. Her beautiful white lace bra was clearly visible. Her 5-inch black stiletto heels made her even taller than the poor man. After hugging ~L~ynn, she leaned down and gently kissed Rob on his cheek. "~L~ynn, I love your dress! It's so pretty!" "Oh, thank you, Jennifer. I just bought it in the city recently." "Let me take you and Rob to the guestroom. It will be the same room you two stayed in the last time you were here." Noticing Rob's casual dress, Jennifer asked him, "You did bring a suit, dear, didn't you?" Before he could answer, ~L~ynn held the garment bag in front of her friend, "I bought him a new suit, Jennifer, especially for this evening!" "Oh!" Jennifer's eyes widened. "Marvelous. Let me show you to your room so you can dress for this evening. The other girls are already here. Take your time, ~L~ynn. We're just catching up on our girltalk." With that, Jennifer quickly led ~L~ynn and Rob to their guest room. As they made their way down the hall, Rob wondered...would the room be as frilly as it had been before? Taking the key from her pocket, Jennifer opened the door, saying almost matter-of-factly, "I've made a few subtle changes, ~L~ynn. It's a bit frillier than it was the last time you and robbie were here. Lacier curtains, a frillier comforter..." and then, in the corner of the room, three racks of dresses...frilly dresses...dainty dresses...yes, sissy dresses...lacy, satiny, rustly...girly. Jennifer never said a word. Rob's eyes widened. He gulped. His face reddened. He was on fire. These dresses...yes, these dresses...appeared to be...no, they couldn't be...of a discernibly ...larger size...than those that had been here the last time. His eyes were fixed on the dainty frilly frocks. He couldn't help it. Fear gripped him. Jennifer and ~L~ynn exchanged knowing glances. Rob was frozen. His sissy indicator was not...

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Dr. Jennifer Haynes handed ~L~ynn the key and said to her friend and to Rob, "Now, don't keep us waiting, you two! I have a wonderful guest who is just dying to share her thoughts on behavior modification." With that, she laughed gaily, turned on her heel, and left. ~L~ynn quickly closed the door to the frilly bedroom, locked it securely, and interrupted Rob's thoughts, "Honey, take off your clothes so I can show you your new little suit. Okay?" Rob was frozen. He now feared those dresses might fit HIM! . He chose to pretend to ignore the dresses, and say nothing about them. Instead, he slowly began removing his shirt first, then his jeans. The beautiful ~L~ynn held her hand out, signalling for him to hand her each article of his male clothing as he removed it from his body. Finally, he was down to his boxers. "Okay, ~L~ynn, let's see how well you did choosing my suit. I hope it's an Armani." "First, your boxers, robbie. Hand them over." "But ~L~ynn, my suitcase is in the trunk in the car. My underwear is in it." "Honey, I've taken care of everything, even your underwear." "Okay, where is it?" "It's in my overnight bag, Sweetheart. Now hand me your boxers," Rob refused. "Go get my suitcase, ~L~ynn, please." ~L~ynn didn't answer. She just held her hand out, waiting for him to hand over his boxers. "Please?" Rob again meekly asked. "No." ~L~ynn coldly answered. "Your boxers, robbie, hand them over to me. Now." "B...b...but...," the poor little man stammered. "Your boxers, sissy." There. She had called him a sissy. She had really done it. "Wh...what...did you c...call...me?" "You heard me, robbie. I called you a sissy. Just look at you, Honey." She pointed to his excited sissy indicator. She glanced at the frilly dresses, and then smiled at him. "Your boxers, rob." She raised her eyebrows. "Don't make me put you in a dress for the evening, sissy boy." His sissy indicator expanded. "I will, you know. Or...we can keep these frilly little dresses in the privacy of our bedroom. Now, what is it going to be, robbie? A frilly little dress for a dainty little sissy or a cute little suit for my special boy? I won't ask you again. I'll just put you in a dress for my girlfriends to see. Now you decide.  And don't dilly dally." Rob gulped. To be humiliated in front of those women exceeded any fantasy he might have dreamed about. And suddenly he didn't desire it. In the end, he had to preserve what little masculinity he could. He just could not imagine the abject embarrassment he really would feel if those beautiful women really did see him in one of those dainty little party dresses. And so he reluctantly pulled the boxers down, stepped out of them, and handed them over. "That's a good boy. Now, see. That wasn't so hard, was it. Oh my, aren't you the excited little man! Are you thinking about me forcing you into one of those frilly little dresses, Honey? You know I'll do it, don't you. Be on your very best behavior this evening or you could end up in petticoats!!!" The poor boy stunningly looked at the beautiful blonde at her mention of petticoats. "Yes, little robbie, Nancy, my dressmaker friend, is unveiling her special collection of petticoats this weekend. She has promised me they will be ultrafeminine, and especially lacy and dainty. They should be ideal underneath those sissy party dresses. So be extra careful with your behavior, Honey, or you could end up in dresses AND petticoats!" Then she gathered up every item of his male clothing, unlocked the door, stepped outside, and called Dr. Jennifer Haynes to the door. Rob heard her tell Jennifer, "We won't be needing these anymore, Jennifer." Then, slipping back into the frilly bedroom, she locked the door again. She took the garment bag from its spot on the frilly satin comforter, opened it, and removed...robbie's suit. She laughed gaily. "Now, isn't it adorable?!" Oh my god! Rob was devoid of his jeans. Those frilly little frocks, racks of them, were staring at him. And now this. His "suit." He had read about and yes, even fantasized about, those poor lads who were forced to wear those Little Lord Fauntleroy suits. But he had only seen pictures of them. Never a real one. Until now. He gulped. His face was hot with embarrassment. ~L~ynn described every little detail. The deep royal blue velvet shorts. The row of shiny mother-of-pearl buttons up each side. The pert light blue satin bows at the end of each leg. Then he laid eyes on the short bolero-style matching dark royal blue velvet jacket with its matching pearl buttons. And on a separate hanger was a sheer white silk lace embellished blouse. It was long-sleeved with ruffled lace at the end of each sleeve. The collar was ruffled lace. The back buttons were also of white pearl. There were at least twenty buttons. He would not be escaping from this frilly blouse once ~L~ynn had him in it. Turning her attention back to the little velvet shorts, ~L~ynn said, "Here, robbie, touch them. Feel the velvet. Isn't it pretty? Perfect for a little sissy boy." The shorts were obviously going to be a tight fit.  Very tight. And they were soooo short. Above the knee. The crotch had fasteners sewn inside so the shorts appeared smooth in the front. ~L~ynn then invited the poor man to feel the ruffled lace of his blouse, commenting "Isn't it just too pretty? You'll be perfect in it!" Next, she removed a pair of black patent leather Mary Janes from her overnight bag, with accompanying nylon anklets with pert baby blue bows. The beautiful blonde gave Rob no time to hesitate. One final item retrieved from her bag was a pair of white satin pantalettes, elaborately trimmed in ruffled white lace. "There now! Much prettier than those dull old boxer shorts you were wearing. These are far more befitting of a proper boy." She smiled triumphantly at the poor man and then moved quickly to secure him in the lacy bloomers. The frilly sheer blouse came next. And then the tight...very tight velvet shorts. They squeezed him and reminded him of his sissiness. The cute little bolero jacket was next. Next came the nylon anklets and, finally, the Mary Janes. Instinctively he wanted to cover his exposed legs.  The cool air blew against them. It reminded him he was...a sissy. ~L~ynn smiled to herself at the relative ease she had in putting her boytoy into his little sissy suit.  She paraded him in front of the full-length mirror, forcing him to practice bowing for the ladies before he was presented to them. He was warned about any outbursts. He was warned to show each woman proper respect. He was warned not to speak unless he asked permission. The first mistake would result in a warning. The second...well, he knew what a second warning would bring. "Remember, little robbie, sissies should be seen and not heard. For the moment, I'll save the dresses for my bedtime amusement. But remember this, ALL sissies eventually end up in petticoats. The only thing that remains to be seen now is whether you are a simpering, weak-willed sissy, or a sissy boy who will desperately try to salvage what little masculinity he has left...

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A final look in one of several full-length mirrors allowed~L~ynn to kneel down and tug ever so gently at the wide ruffled lace hems of rob's pantalettes peeking out proudly from beneath his absurdly short tight velvet pants legs. ~L~ynn's beautifully manicured fingers toyed with the ruffled white lace, making certain the maximaum display of sissiness was achieved. Rob stood frozen, his face on fire. His thoughts of his buddies at their rented bungalow, partying during the week of the Open golf tournament, being men. Real men. And yet he was here. Amidst this ultrafemine bedroom, the racks of dainty dresses  displayed in the corner, himself dressed in this ridiculous outfit, his male clothing gone, and...yes, ~L~ynn. Beautiful. Blonde. Feminine. Very feminine.  And acutely aware that the more feminine she became, the more dominant she was. And her little sissy boytoy, unable to resist, was her delightful little plaything. In the next room, beautiful women were waiting. Did they already know? Could he really go through with this? It was one thing to read, to fantasize about being embarrassed and paraded in front of beautiful women, his sissiness exposed for the first time. It excited him. And yet he dreaded it. His masculinity, once and for all, revealed as nothing more than a facade. And then there were those...those...dresses. Sissy dresses. True sissy dresses. "I'm not going out there dressed like this. No way! Forget it!" Rob blurted out. There. He had taken a stand. "Of course you are, Honey," ~L~ynn replied calmly. "No way!" Rob's face was burning. It was reddening as he studied his sissy reflection in the mirror. The beautiful bonde reached down with her right hand, grabbed her little man squarely by his chin, and squeezed. "That hurts!" Rob said, almost squealing. "You're adorable in your little velvet sissy suit, robbie. Now be a man. Be brave. Don't make put you into a frilly little dress." She kept a grip on his chin and directed his head toward the racks of femmy party dresses. "It's your choice, Little Man." "No! No, ~L~ynn. I can't do this. I won't! You can't make me!" ~L~ynn just smiled. "The girls are waiting, Honey." "No, ~L~ynn. No. I'm not going." "Listen to my brave little sissy boy. Now," she said matter of factly, "Stop being silly." With that she grabbed his hand forcefully, and pulled the struggling little man towards the bedroom door. He was no match for ~L~ynn. Before she removed the key to unlock the door, she reached down and unbuttoned the bottom button of her short pale yellow shirtdress, fingering the wide lace hem of her minislip. "See, Honey. I wore one of my prettiest and laciest slips just for tonight. If you behave this evening, I'll let you see it in the bedroom. Just the two of us. Okay?" The poor man couldn't help it. He feasted his eyes greedily on his woman's lacy feminine slip and realized she knew exactly what she was doing. The door opened, and a slightly less reluctant Rob held hands with his stunning blonde goddess as she led him quickly to Dr. Jennifer Haynes' study. ~L~ynn  picked up the pace, the clicking of her stiletto heels on the hardwood floor a signal to all that she was en route. As they approached the study, feminine laughter could be heard coming from inside. Rob tried to delay ~L~ynn, desperately resisting his entrance. But ~L~ynn opened the doors to the expansive room. Rob hesitated, ~L~ynn gripped and tugged harder, and her sissy boytoy finally acquiesced. The ladies all grinned. Angie giggled. Dr. Haynes rose from her chair, moved towards ~L~ynn and Rob, stood directly in front of her lady friend, smiled approvingly, look down at Rob, and stated, "A marked improvement, my dear. What a lovely little suit. And it fits you perfectly!" she exclaimed.  "Robbie, what do you say to Dr. Haynes? She's complimenting you. Remember what I said to you about proper etiquette." Rob swallowed hard. The ladies stared intently, including one woman he had never seen before. Her stare was doubly intense. The room was silent. The women waited. "Don't disappoint me, Honey, especially in front of my girlfriends," ~L~ynn said. Rob gulped. He swallowed hard. And then..."Thank you, Dr. Haynes," followed by a slow, deliberate, bow. "That's my little man. I am very proud of you." ~L~ynn smiled a triumphant smile in front of the women. "Very good, robbie. I'm impressed!' exclaimed Dr. Haynes. And then she directed the sissy boy to a narrow straight-backed wooden chair with no arms. located in the center of the room. "We have a special place for you to sit tonight, my dear. You're a guest of the ladies this evening. A very special guest." Dr. Haynes announced. "~L~ynn, why don't you sit on the couch with Angie." Poor Rob looked to ~L~ynn in desperation, hoping she would ask him to sit with her. It didn't happen. She moved to fill the other spot on the sofa as Dr. Haynes placed Rob in that uncomforable straight-back wooden chair. The poor man struggled to sit in his tight velvet pants, his sissy indicator confined. As he sat down, the lavish white lace of his dainty pantalettes became the resting place for his hands. "Fold you hands neatly and place them in your lap, Honey," ~L~ynn instructed. Rob meekly complied. The ladies were impressed. "L~ynn, we were having a delightful chat about behavior modification before you and Rob joined us. Before we continue, I would like to introduce you to a colleague of mine whom I met recently. All eyes focused on this older woman, perhaps in her early sixties, her jet-black hair tied tightly in a bun. She wore little makeup except for a touch of blush, black mascara, black eyeliner. But she also was wearing deep cherry red lipstick on her thin lips. She was dressed in a knee-length black silk skirt suit. The skirt was pleated. A basic white silk blouse revealed a particularly lacy white bra. Her black pumps and black stockings and a single strand of pearls completed her outfit. "This is Madame Kyra Chadwick, the world's foremost authority on behavior modification of recalcitrant males." Madame Chadwick interrupted her concentrated stare of Rob, smiled slightly, and acknowledged ~L~ynn, "~L~ynn, it's such a wonderful pleasure to meet you. I have heard many good things from Jennifer." "Madame Chadwick, the pleasure is mine. Welcome to our little chat group. It's wonderful to have you with us for the weekend." "Thank you, dear, and please call me Kyra." Looking back at Rob, she asked, an amused smile on her still wrinkle-free face, "And who is this little darling?" "Oh, this is Rob. My boyfriend, sort of." "He's adorable! Is he a sissy?" Rob was stunned. Who was this woman. She didn''t even know him. Where did she get off on calling him a sissy, anyway? But before Rob could say anything, ~L~ynn gave him a stare as if to reinforce the warning that had been given to him in the bedroom earlier. "Answer Madame Chadqwick, Dear," ~L~ynn instructed...

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Before Rob knew what had happened, he blurted, "Who the *&^% are you!" He rose from his chair, his tight velvet shorts piercing him as he did. They were so tight he almost lost his breath. He was tugging at them desperately to cover his exposed lace, but to no avail. "You keep your mouth shut, woman!" The ladies were stunned. ~L~ynn was embarrassed. But before she rose to reprimand her boytoy, Madame Chadwick slightly waved her hand at ~L~ynn, signalling her to back off. Madame Chadwick sat up in her leather chair, slightly adjusted her black pleated skirt, and coolly responded, "My my. It seems as if I hit a nerve. Aren't you the macho little man. Such bravado." Still not raising her voice, she calmly asked the question again, "You still haven't answered my question, little man. Are you a sissy?" Madame maintained her slight smile, pursing her thin red lips. None of the other women, including ~L~ynn said a word. This was now between  Madame Chadwick and Rob. She toyed with him as he stood frozen in the middle of the room. "Frilly lace becomes you, my dear. May I examine it?  Come closer so Madame Chadwick can play with your dainty lace undies. Be a good sissy for Madame. An obedient little pantywaist." The poor man looked desperately to ~L~ynn for a reprieve. She said nothing. And then as he stood motionless in the middle of the room, Dr. Haynes,  ignoring the little man, commented to ~L~ynn. "Just before you and robbie arrived, Kyra was talking about a particularly effective way of disciplining disrespectful males." Now Dr. Haynes directed her beautiful face towards Rob, and looking back to ~L~ynn, asked, "My dear, would you like to hear more about it? It is most effective," she said, turning to look back at Rob. His eyes pleaded for his girlfriend to defend him...to stop the conversation. But it was too late. "Rob was warned about his behavior before we left the bedroom tonight. I do apologize for his misbehavior, Madame Chadwick." The she directed her stare to Rob, still standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by beautiful feminine women. As much as he wanted to muster up enough testosterone to leave this scene, their femininity overwhelmed him. ~L~ynn reached down with her right hand, toyed momentarily with the lacy hem of her slip, covered it up in front of the poor boy, and ordered Rob, "If you know what is good for you, you will apologize to Madame Chadwick for your rudeness. I'm warning you, rob." "B...b..but ~L~ynnn" the boy pleaded, "That woman called me a sissy." "No she didn't Honey. She merely asked you if you WERE a sissy. Now answer Madame Chadwick's question." "Of course not!" the man retorted. "Sit down, Rob." ~L~ynn ordered her little man. "Now, Madame Chadwick, you were going to fill me in on a particularly effective form of discipline for males. I'm all ears," the beautfiul blonde said as her boytoy obediently regained his seat in the middle of the room.  "It's called petticoating," Madame said matter-of-factly, staring at her young male listener. "It's a particularly effective process of feminization, sissification, and humiliation."  The beautiful bonde nodded, and asked Madame to "Tell me more, please!" Excitement was in her voice. "The total emasculation of the male through a relentless program of intense petticoating. First, the subject is completely stripped of ALL male attire." "ALL male attire?" ~L~ynn asked for clarification. "Even a little sissy suit like Rob is wearing now? Is that considered male attire?" "Oh yes, my dear. No trousers of any kind are ever permitted again once the young lad has been petticoated and frocked for the first time. It would never do to put him back in trousers ever again." "What do you mean 'petticoated and frocked?'" "The male is emasculated in a public petticoating for maximum humiliation. All of his male clothing is removed and he is pantied, petticoated, and frocked in front of an audience, preferably women, for maximum embarrassment. Of course, after the initial petticoating, he must be kept in frilly little dresses at ALL times. Dainty satin and lace party dresses. And, of course, he is kept in petticoats. Swishing, rustling, stiff lacy petticoats... to constantly remind him of his sissified status. The rustle of petticoats has a crushing effect on the masculine instincts of dainty sissies. In just a few weeks, they are reduced to simpering, limp-wristed, lace-loving sissy boys." Rob said nothing. The women stared at him as they listened intently to Madame Chadwick. Dr. Jennifer Haynes asked a question. "Madame, what if the male is a latent sissy. A boy struggling to hide his sissy side under the guise, for example, of sports. Golf, perhaps." "A latent sissy is latent only until he is frocked and petticoated. Depending on his fetishes for all things lacy and feminine, it is just a matter of time before the sissy surrenders." "What are some of the fetishes which make a sissy most vulnerable?" Nancy, the dressmaker, asked?" She, too, was now leaning up in her chair, listening intently. "That's easy to answer," Madame replied. "Some poor little lads have fetishes for petticoats. Those stiff rustling lacy petticots especially. If they have a petticoat fetish, they normally submit very quickly. Moreover, if they desire to be put into frilly little party dresses, those dainty little satin frocks covered in lace, it is a foregone conclusion they will be unable to resist becoming the daintiest and most feminine of sissies. Ultrafeminine sissies are always the most amusing to train. They are sooooooo prissy. And in many cases, the most latent. It's always amusing how these sissies especilly fight to hide their addiction to satin and lace." "Oh, how funny!" exclaimed Nancy. Dr. Haynes turned to Nancy, "Nancy didn't you bring your newest collection of petticoats up here with you?" "Yes! They are sooooo femmy and girly. Very dainty. They're crinoline, taffeta, and tulle. There's a heavy emphasis on lace, too. I love lace!" Angie chimed in excitedly. "And didn't you bring some more of those dainty frilly little dresses for us to see before you put them in the window of Cinderella?" "I did! Some of them are in the bedroom ~L~ynn and robbie are sharing but I have about four dozen others that were shipped up here to Jennifer's last week." "Yes, Nancy," Dr. Jennifer Haynes responded. "I thought we would have a preview of the collection this weekend." "Excellent!" Madame Chadwick said, the first hint of emotion in her otherwise clinical tone of voice. "Perhaps we can conduct a little experiment..."

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The excitement was building in the study as talk of petticoating and feminization dominated the conversation. All eyes were on the one sole male. The boy in the velvet Lord Fauntleroy sissy suit. With the tight velvet shorts. The matching bolero jacket. The sheer silk and lace blouse. And, of course, the exposed ruffled lace hems of the frilly knickers peeking out from beneath the ridiculously short velvet trousers ~L~ynn had forced her boytoy to wear for the evening. Madame Chadwick looked squarely at Rob, and suggested, "Perhaps tomorrow morning we can combine a fashion show with a little experiment I have in mind. Jennifer, did you say that the ladies have tea every Saturday and Sunday mornings, at ten o'clock?" "Yes, Kyra, that is the schedule on our weekend mornings." "Excellent!" Madame exclaimed. "And Nancy, could we not preview your frilly dresses and petticoats while we sip our tea?" "Of course!" exclaimed Nancy. "Wonderful! Petticoats and tea for tomorrow morning's girltalk, ladies! ... And robbie, you will be joining us?"  ~L~ynn quickly confirmed that rob would be attending. "Of course he'll be joining us girls tomorrow morning for tea, won't you, Honey?" Before he could answer, ~L~ynn got up from her seat on the sofa, said good night to everyone, and announced, "My Honey and I are off to bed! Come with me robbie. The night is young!" ~L~ynn winked knowingly to the group and ushered Rob from the study. Back in the privacy of the ultrafeminine bedroom, the door was locked and ~L~ynn placed the key in the pocket of her dress. Towering over her little male friend, ~L~ynn pushed him towards the corner of the girly room, to the corner in which the racks of frilly dresses were. She pinned him up against the mass of dainty rustling satin and lace confections. As the poor boy came face to face with the frilly frocks his fears from earlier in the evening were confirmed. These dresses, unlike the little frocks which had been in the room the last weekend they were at Jennifer's, clearly were of a larger size. ~L~ynn removed a satin hanger containing a gleaming white bridal satin frock, embellished with dainty white lace at the hem, the bodice, and on the puffed sleeves. It had stiff rustling organdy petticoats attached to it. The petticoats also were deeply flounced in snow white lace. She held the rustling party dress squarely against the poor man's chest, making frou frou with its satin and lace skirts. She ordered the pathetic little man to hold the dress, mocking him, "Madame Chadwick seems very determined to conduct a little experiment tomorrow. Hmmmmmmm...I wonder what it is. You were very rude to her this evening. Very disrespectful." She paused, then continued, "You don't have any...how shall I say it, vulnerabilities, do you? A petticoat fetish. A lover of lacy, girly dresses...like the one you're holding! You're not one of those latent sissies, are you? She's not going to put you in petticoats tomorrow morning, is she, Honey? Surely you won't allow her to do that. You heard what she said, didn't you? You know, once a sissy is frocked and petticoated,well...he stays in petticoats!  She seems very determined." Swishing the stiff rustling lacy satin skirts of the dainty dress her little man was forced to hold for her, she whispered, "When the time comes, you WILL be a man, won't you, robbie? You WILL stand up to her...won't you? Or...will you pass your final sissy test tomorrow in flying colors? Will you succ-umb to satin? Give in to frilly lace? Subject yourself to be put in a dainty sissy dress with oodles of stiff lacy petticoats? She's a very determined woman. It's as if she has done this before, many times. Then again," ~L~ynn taunted and teased, "Maybe you WOULD like to be forced into a frilly little dress...just like this one. Lacy. Dainty. Frilly. Girly...Sissy. Would you like that, sissy girl? Be ~L~ynn's little obedient sissy girly boy. All feminine. Submissive."  The tall beautiful feminine blonde pressed the frilly satin party dress against the cowering boy. The poor man grimaced as his tight velvet shorts suppressed his sissy indicator. His breathing was quick. His face red. His voice...silent. All that could be heard was the frantic rustling of satin and organdy skirts and ~L~ynn's girly taunting. And then, all Rob could manage to say was, "~L~ynn, please stop. Please." "Stop what, Honey?" ~L~ynn girlishly asked. "Please stop teasing me," he pleaded. "You know something, robbie, I think this particular dress is just a tad too big for you. You are a little man, you know. Hold this dress for me for a moment. I want to try something." Forcing the poor simpering sissy to maintain his hold on the white satin sissy dress, ~L~ynn slowly unbuttoned the buttons of her shirtdress. She tossed the dress to the side of the bed and allowed rob to get a full view of her lavishly lacy white satin minislip and matching bra. "Take the dress from the hanger, Honey, please," she purred. Rob gulped. And then he removed the rustling satin confection from its satin hanger and held the dress out for the beautiful blonde. Stunningly, she unbuttoned the row of pearl buttons in the back of the dainty sissy dress, shook it two or three times in front of the man, and...s-l-o-w-l-y stepped into the dress! As she pulled it up, she ordered the poor sissy to "help me adjust my skirts, Honey. She directed his shaking hands to straighten out the organdy petticoats that were sewn into the sarin dress, making frou frou with the skirts as he leaned down to follow her lead. After fluffing out the short skirts for several moments, she ordered him to button her up in the frilly frock. The poor man was stunned! As he worked to button the final remaining pearl buttons in the back of the frilly dress, she swooned and oohed and aahed over the daintiness of her short little frock. And then when the final button was secured, she ordered him to take the wide satin sash and "tie a big pretty bow in the back of my dress..."

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The sissy's heart was pounding so hard he could feel it. His poor fingers were trembling. The beautiful blonde, in her gleaming, rustling, white satin and lace sissy dress was now ordering him to fix her bow. "Ooooo, Honey...Do you like my pretty new dress? It's soooooo short," she giggled, reaching and toying with the stiff organdy petticoat skirts built into the frilly little dress. At midthigh, her petticoats were just slightly visible. She reached down and fingered the stiff satin and lace hem of the rustling white bridal satin. "I don't know if I've worn anything so girly and frilly before in my life. Maybe when I was a little girl. How is my bow coming, Honey?" The poor bumbling sissy struggled to tie the wide satin bow in the back of the blonde beauty's dress as she continued to make girly remarks about her dainty little dress and make frou frou with its stiff rustling petticoat skirts. "I...I...th...think...I...have it...now..." the sissy stammered. Directing the sissy boy to follow her to a full-length mirror, she turned around to check the back. "My, my, not bad ... for a BOY!" she exclaimed mockingly. Turning around to face her reflection in the mirror, she again played with the lacy organdy petticoat skirts beneath her sissy dress, remarking again about how short her frock was. "Do you think I need a petticoat under my dress, Honey?" she asked coquettishly. She femininely lifted the dress up ever so slightly, commenting girlishly, "There's certainly enough room underneath for more petticoats. A nice full petticoat, all lacy and swishy...what do you think, Sissy?" She had called him a sissy again. How would the poor boy respond. She was relentless. "Honey, go to that big white armoire in the corner over there and open the cabinets. Move along now!" She pointed to the white French armoire and followed directly behind him, swishing her short skirts every step of the way. As he again fumbled with his trembling fingers to gain composure, he slowly swung the cabinets open on the large armoire. Bursting forth was an abundance of lace, net, tulle, taffeta, satin...all in white and pale pink. ALL heavily embellished in lavish lace. Pink bows adorned many of them. "Well, well, looky what we have here! Petticoats! Look, Honey! Aren't they adorable? And so many of them! You DO know what a petticoat is, don't you? Of course you do. I just adore a nice stiff petticoat under my dress. Petticoats make me feel so...so...so girly. So feminine. And you DO love my feminine side, don't you, Honey?" She reached in to examine the frillies and to touch their lacy hems, calling attention to their pretty pink satin bows. Upon reaching a VERY full tulle petticoat, each layer embellished with a wide white lacy hem, she pulled it from amongst the crackling rustling confections. "Now THIS is pretty!" She removed it from the confines of the armoire and watched the frothy mass of tulle and lace spread out into a large cloud of lacy fluff. Small delicate pink satin rosebuds adorned the frilly confection. "I love tulle! It's so feminine! Here, Honey, hold this for me, please." Rob refused to take the satin hanger from the blonde beauty. So she removed the clound of tulle and lace herself and held it squarely agains the poor sissy's waist. The swirling net and lace cascaded over the poor boy's exposed legs, the lacy hems tickling his legs. Nodding her head one way, and then the other, as if sizing up her sissy, she asked girlishly, "Isn't this just precious?" ...

[petticoated]

Rob's sissy indicator now was feeling as blue as the tight velvet shorts which were keeping it confined. Standing over the frightened little man in her short frilly white satin sissy party frock, the beautiful blonde slowly and daintily tossed the massive white cloud of tulle and lace back and forth against the poor boy's exposed legs. She stared deeply into the frightened little man's eyes, humming the tune, "Playmate, come out and play with me..." The lacy hems of the swishing petticoat tickled the boy's exposed legs. Taking her left hand, the beautiful feminine blonde fingered the mass of lacy hems, toying with the delicate lace, whispering, ""I've just got to try this on under my frilly little dress. "I'm sooooooo glad I'm a girl! I can wear frillies any time I want! Don't you wish you could, Honey?" Rob recoiled, "Of course not! "I'm a guy!" "Of course you are, robbie. Of course you are." Looking deep into rob's eyes, ~L~ynn held the frilly cloud of tulle and lace even closer to his little waist, giggling girlishly, "You may need every bit of that testoserone tomorrow..." "What are you talking about!?" a defensive Rob managed to say. "I'm not having tea in the morning. I'm watching golf on television all day." "That's my brave little man. Be strong. Stand up to Kyra. Show her what a real man you are, Honey." And then the tall beautiful blonde's lips met her boytoy's lips, planting a long, sweet, mesmerizing kiss. As rob tried to pull away for air, ~L~ynn moved in, managing to continue to hold the frothy lace and tulle petticoat against his waist. Her stiff bridal satin sissy dress rustled and hissed at him as she continued her hold over him. He could smell her perfume. Gaze at her blue eyeshadow. Feast his eyes on the puffed satin and lace sleeves of her short dress...and wonder...wonder if he could indeed muster up the courage to demand that they leave the isolated estate of Dr. Jennifer Haynes. As ~L~ynn's tongue moved sweetly against rob's, one of her hands directed one of his to touch the lacy hems of the tulle and lace petticoat pinned against his waist. ~L~ynn encouraged the poor man to make girly frou frou with the petti. Her kiss bacame more passionate. Rob's breathing became more desperate. His sissy indicator became more...blue. Oh how it hurt as it strained to release  itself from the tight velvet sissy shorts. And then finally...mercifully...the blonde beauty slowly released her hot lips from his. The poor boy almost stumbled over. And then he realized that it was he, not this dominant feminine woman, who was now holding the frilly cloud of tulle and lace against his waist. How had She done it? And why, oh why, had he fell into her little feminine trap? She stepped back, hands prissily on her waist of the short satin sissy dress, and in her most disarmingly feminine voice yet, giggled, "Perhaps my little man prefers petticoats to dull trousers....? Hmmmm? Well, sissy boy, would you rather be wearing a pretty petticoat? Perhaps we should rid you of these male clothes once and for all? Put you in a petticoat? Right now? Parade you in front of the ladies? Prove you are a little sissy boy once and for all?"...Rob was breathing hard. His face was reddened.  He tried to hand her the frilly confection. She continued to stand there in her short party frock, making frou frou with its attached organdy pettis, fluffing her skirts this way and that way. "You'd just love to see me in petticoats with my frilly little dress, wouldn't you, Honey? See just how girly I can get for you. A real girly girl. Perhaps even... dare I say it... a sissy girl? Remember this, though, my dear. The more feminine I become, the more demanding I get. And the h*&^%$# ( " at " )   I get, too. I'm already getting hot, robbie. Tell you what, I'll make you a little deal tonight? I'll put on a petticoat for you if you agree to join us for tea in the morning. Okay? We'll have such a good time..."