PETTICOATED!

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The tall leggy blonde moved swishingly closer to rob, so close now that her stiff rustling white lace petticoats were swishing excitedly against the front of his ruffled lace bedecked sissy panties. Lace against lace. A little sissy's fantasy. Especially when the lace was from a stiff petticoat worn be a towering, feminine, and stunningly beautiful blonde. As the blonde kept moving forward, her rustling layers of lace petticoat skirts engulfed her little sissy boytoy. She wrapped the layers of net and lace around his small frame. She backed him up against the rack of white satin party dresses, short flull-skirted rustling bridal satin, especially created for her, until the poor boy was trapped by girly femininity. ~L~ynn's girlfriends all sat mesmerized by her absolute power over the poor little man. Rob was engulfed by white satin. ~L~ynn rustled her petticoats and swished them agonizingly across the front of the man's sissy panties. Towering over the little man, she ordered him to "Find me the girliest little party dress imaginable, sissy. An especially lacy little frock. With petticoats!" Then, suddenly, rob, tried to escape, to run...The women laughed...~L~ynn held her hand firmly out in front of him, stopping the frightened little man in his tracks, putting her other hand firmly on his shoulder. "Going somewhere, sissy?" ~L~ynn laughed.  rob stopped. He froze. Quickly the tall blonde removed a very frilly little party dress from its white satin hanger and held it squarely against the little man's chest. She reached down and plucked the stiff white bridal satin with her painted fingernails. She examined the short little dress as the poor man was forced to hold it in front of him, squarely against his small frame, for the blonde's inspection. "Stand still... sissy!" She played with the white puffed sleeves of the frilly little frock. The front of the bodice was encrusted with elaborate white beading and pearls. Two small satin bows were at each front side of the waist. She played with the bows. Then she lifted the stiff bridal satin skirt, examing the double layers of ruffled white crinoline net and stiff organza petticoats which were sewn into the dress. The skirt was VERY, VERY full. Dainty white lace adorned the hems of each attached petticoat. Another layer of lace embellished the hem of the white satin skirt. "Hold the dress still, sissy!" ~L~ynn commanded. She studied it for a while. "Make frow frou with the full skirt, sissy, " she ordered. rob acquiesced. His fumbling fingers swished the rustling bridal satin until the blonde beauty was satisfied. "Now, turn the dress around. Let me see the back." The little man did as ordered. The back of the dress had a giant white satin bow, embellished with more beading and pearls  which sparkled brilliantly under the lighting in the room. Eight pearl buttons would need to be unbuttoned before the frilly little frock could be worn. "Ooooohhhhh! I LOVE THE BOW!!! It's so...so...girly! I'm going to feel just like a little princess in this dress! Do YOU approve, sissy? Do you like my pretty little party dress?" Before rob could answer, ~L~ynn teased her little friend. "You don't think I'll look like a little sissy girl, do you?" Rob still stood frozen. "I mean...you won't call me a...sissy, will you?" ~L~ynn teased. "Because if you do, maybe I'll just have to find YOU a frillier dress than mine!" She continued her humiliation of him. "You ARE going to wear a frilly little dress for me, aren't you, my sweet one? I mean, after all, if I am letting you pick out a pretty little dress for me, well, it seems only fair that I get choose A frilly little dress for you, right? Show you off to my girlfriends?"...

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Madame Chadwick now edged closer to where the little man was trapped amidst the satin and lace of the dainty dresses surrounding him. "Unbutton Miss ~L~ynn's frilly frock, my dear boy. She has made her selection. And I must say that it is indeed quite dainty and feminine. And the full satin skirts will allow for a generous view of her lace petticoats. Of course, my dear little man, you won't be able to keep your eyes from ejoying tantalizing glimpses of her lacy pettis. That's because you are a sissy. A sissy with a serious addiction to satin and lace. A sissy who will become more submissive, easier to emasculate, once you, too, are frocked and petticoated.  Now...take your ... ladyfriend's ... dainty little party dress and quickly unfasten the buttons. You may move away from those racks of dresses...for now...until we are ready to find a frilly little frock for YOU." Madame directed the little man to the center of the room. As rob managed to extricate himself from the dresses surrounding him, the swishing and rustling of the stiff bridal satin skirts hissed at him while he cradled ~L~ynn's selection in his arms. When he made it to the center of the room, ~L~ynn stood in front of him. His nervous little fingers begain working to unfasten the small pretty pearls buttons in the back of the satin frock. The slightest move he made created an exciting swishing and rustling sound of the stiff satin skirt and the layers of built-in petticoats. All of the women were looking at him. His face was on fire with embarrassment. And, most of all, the telltale sign of his sissy indicator was pulsating madly beneath the cool satin confines of his lacy satin sissy panties. Only the rows of ruffled white lace concealed its desperate attempts to break free. But Madame was not fooled. Because just as the little man realized his increasing excitement nestled deep beneath his own satin and lace, she remarked casually, "Soooo, my little sissy man...is your little sissy indicator enjoying this? Hmmm? Is all of this femininity too much for 'him'? Is he desperate to betray your silly ... masculinity ... or what is left of it? Tell me, my little one. As your fingers nervously work to unfasten the last few buttons, and I am about to order you to petticoat your own girlfriend in the sisssiest of party dresses, are you ready to admit the obvious to me? Well...are you?" rob never looked up. He couldn't. He just couldn't. "Go ahead, my little boy. It's okay. Surrender. Surrender to a life of humiliation." Madame laughed. As she did, the poor man unfastened the final button on the frilly white satin confection. Somehow the poor man had regarded his refusal to answer Madame as his own small personal victory. "Good boy!" Madame commended rob, noticing he had completed his task of unbuttoning the dainty dress. "Now, my boy, help Miss ~L~ynn into her pretty party frock. Because you are so short, Miss ~L~ynn will need to step into the dress. Hold her dainty frock out so that she may step into it. Then it will be your job to pull her petticoats down once she has pulled the dress up over her shoulders. Go ahead, sissy. The sooner we have Miss ~L~ynn frocked then we can petticoat you and choose a frilly little party frock for your first dress. Now rob nervously held the rustling gleaming white satin party dress out for the beautiful blonde to step into. And as she did, the little man helped her slide the rustling dress up her long tanned legs. "Push my petticoats down while I pull my dress up, rob," ~L~ynn ordered him. He felt like her maid, assisting her as she slowly pulled the girly dress over her lacy bra and into place. Her arms fit through the puffed satin sleeves perfectly. She reached down and shook her short skirts. And oh, were her skirts short! "Adjust Miss ~L~ynn's petticoats, sissy, while I button her into her dress," Madame ordered rob. "Go ahead; kneel down and gently pull her petticoats, fluff them out, and fix her lace. When you are done, then it will be your turn..."

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Those words were spoken very deliberately by Madame. lmost matter-of-factly. rob gulped at what he knew was coming. His sissy indicator was straining against the cool confines of satin and lace. rob lanced at the frilly dresses surrounding him. Dresses fit for a sissy. Dresses he knew which would fit him perfectly. The conflict deep within him was surfacing. The abject humiliation versus that undeniable...excitement. As he glanced at the beautiful women, each of them, Angie, Nancy, Dr. Haynes, and ~L~ynn, he realized that his final chance to resist...to somehow rescue his masculinity...was not going to materialize. Because as the tall, bonde, exquisitely feminine blonde beauty stood over him, she asked her little boytoy, "So, robbie, are you ready to take your final sissy test? Hmmmm?" As the poor little man cowardly avoided answering the beautiful blonde, she shook her petticoats billowing out from underneath her childishly short skirts. Meanwhile, the little man continued desperately to adjust her pettis, but to no avail. "You love playing with my petticoats, don't you, sissy boy? They are pretty, aren't they? So girly. So feminine. Are you ready for some of your own? It's obvious you love playing with mine. And only a sissy would would allow us to humiliate and completely emasculate you as we are doing. Of course, we've only barely started with you. Now...tell me...tell me you're a little sissy boy." ~L~ynn made delicious froufrou with her short petticoat skirts. She fingered the lacy hems. Her little sissy man's eyes feasted themselves on her petticoats. "Stand up, sissy!" ~L~ynn ordered. The frightened little man obeyed. "Tell me." ~L~ynn repeated her order. "Go ahead...tell me." rob rubbed his face. He shook his head, back and forth, and begged the beautiful woman, "~Lynn, please. Please don't do this to me. Please." "Say it." "Please., ~L~ynn." "It's MISS ~L~YNN, sissy. Now say it." The man gulped. He breathed a deep sigh. "I...........I.........mmmm..........a...........sis.........sy." The beautiful blonde smiled. " "Say it again...this time so the girls can hear you." Everybody in the room was silent. ~L~ynn's crossed hands were folded in the front of her rustling bouffant satin skirts. rob looked around the room. He gulped. "I'm a........sissy." "And you need to be petticoated?" ~L~ynn replied. "Yes." "Yes, Miss ~L~ynn," she corrected him. "Yessss, Miss ~L~ynn." "Get my lipstick for me, sissy," ~L~ynn ordered. "Lipstick and petticoats go together..."

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Dr. Jennifer Haynes summoned the poor sissy boy over to where she was sitting. The pathetic male walked slowly towards her until he was standing in front of her. On top of her desk was a small pale pink patent leather cosmetics bag with a small dainty carrying strap. Dangling the exquisitely feminine makeup bag in front of the sissy, she cooly remarked, "Everything you will need is inside this adorable little bag. Isn't it sweet!" Dr. Haynes laughed and ordred rob to take it, daintily, from her. Then she instructed him to "carry the bag like a little girl...a sissy. I'm quite certain you have spent many hours observing, with great envy, the ladies as they carry their purses and their makeup. Handing the pink makeup bag to rob, Dr. Haynes ordered her little male charge to  "daintily hold the bag out for all of us to see...and give all of us that exaggerated limp-wrist that ALL real sisses just adore to demonstrate." The ladies joined in the merriment. rob, mesmerized by the feminine beauty of the dominant Dr. Haynes, did as he had been instructed. Madame Chadwick commented, "Once he is petticoated and frocked, his stiff satin skirts will be so full that he will be forced to mince about, limp-wristed, skirts and petticoats rustling. Dainty dresses such as those he will be wearing will greatly accelerate his feminine sissy mannerisms. Young man, take your dainty little cosmetics bag to Miss ~L~ynn so that she may apply your lipstick." rob moved back to the center of the room to face the beautiful blonde in her short frilly party dress.  "Hand me the lipstick that is in your little bag, sissy," ~L~ynn said. rob's fingers nervously worked to unzip the bag. As he looked inside, he saw a compact, a blush brush, and a set of four eyeshadows before he worked his way to the bottom and discovered a pale pink tube of lipstick.  Fumbling to pull the lipstict to the top of the bag without spilling its contents, he finally managed to get it out. "Good boy!" ~L~ynn mockingly exclaimed. Holding out her hand, rob handed it over to ~L~ynn. Removing the top, ~L~ynn handed it to rob for him to hold for her. And then, turning the tube s-l-o-w-l-y, the pale pink lipstick finally appeared. She aimed the tube at the poor little man's mouth, ordering him to "Stand still, don't move, and pout your lips for me. You know what to do." He obeyed, and the beautiful blonde, now standing so close to the obedient little sissy that her full satin skirts and stiff petticoats were brushing and swishing against the front of his ruffled lace panties, skillfully applied a full coat of the pale pink "Cotton Candy" lipstick to her little sissy's lips. Ordering him to purse his lips and pout them again, she applied more. Stepping back, she smiled proudly at the effect. "Is this your first coat of lipstick, rob?" ~L~ynn asked. "Or have you secretly experimented with makeup before?" The sissy boy never had time to respond before the tall feminine blonde then ordered him to "tie my pretty satin bow in the back of my dress for me, sissy." She turned to face her lady friends, skirts and pettis rustling, while the pathetic rob again nervously tried to get his hands to cooperate. The first couple of attempts were futile. ~L~ynn was growing impatient. "Any real sissy should be able to tie a simple bow on a girl's pretty party dress. Are you so incompetent that you cannot even handle this simple task? No wonder you need to be petticoated. You're not nearly girly enough for me!"

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Madame directed her attention to the bumbling sissy as he continued to clumsily attempt to tie ~L~ynn's pretty satin bow in the back of her ridiculously short frilly satin party dress. Smiling condescendingly at the diminuitive little man, she ordered him to watch her as she took the long thick white satin ribbon and tied a very large prominent feminine bow in the back of the beautiful blonde's frilly little dress. Her hands skillfully plucked at the bow for a moment to make it even fuller. "Now! There we are. A pretty bow for your petticoated and frocked lady friend. A REAL sissy would have already mastered such a simple task. Rest assured that the next time your little female friend is frocked, YOU will tie the perfect bow. By then you will have had hours of practice." And then Madame Chadwick looked at the beautiful Dr. Haynes and asked her the defining question: "Dr. Haynes, recite for the ladies...and our little sissy wannabe...some of his shameful little secrets." rob gulped. "Of course, Madame. rob has a sissy...a frilly little sissy inside of him desperately wanting to come out and play.  A sissy who craves humiliation. A sissy desperate to experience emasculation. A sissy with a serious fetish for the...how shall I say this...the ULTRAFEMININE. Right now, at this very moment, as he is surrounded by powerful, dominant, and very feminine women, he realizes that ALL of the frilly little dresses in this room are intended for him. What he doesn't realize is that you, Madame, have every intention of sissifying him...permanently. He has worn trousers for the very last time. His petticoat and lace fetishes will consume him. He won't be able to resist. The many nights he has surfed the internet looking at frilly little dresses, the satin and lace, and, of course, stiff rustling petticoats...reading the tantalizing little stories of poor unfortunate little males unable to resist feminizing women...the abject humiliation accompanied by his undeniable excitement...give us all the insight we need to permanently keep him in frilly dresses. Deep down, the fantasies have become more dominant. He has become more vulnerable. And now...the proverbial perfect storm.   What he does not realize yet, however, is the permanence of his new status. Late at night, he reads the stories, fantasizes, and then retreats to his masculine facade. We will not tolerate that anymore. Nor will that feminine little sissy inside of him. You see, my dainty little man," Dr. Haynes declared to her male charge, it is time you were exposed for what you really are. A sissy. A frilly, limp-wristed, petticoated and pathetic excuse for a man. The sand has run out of your hourglass...."

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Then the statuesque Dr. Haynes slowly rose from her chair behind her desk, walked around the corner of it, and hypnotically spoke softly, femininely, to the simpering little man. "Now, tell me. Tell me what you need. Tell all of us what you need. You know what you must tell us. Go ahead. You cannot resist." rob gulped. His face turned even redder. A bead of sweat  slowly inched down his forehead. He hoped the silence would bring him respite. Of course, it did not. "You've ben a very bad boy, master robbie, haven't you? Hiding your shameful secrets. Denying your true self. masquerading as some kind of a man...Tell me, my little man, are your lacy satin sissy panties hiding your excitement. Or are they hiding your shameful secret. Hmmm...???" The tall and femininely dominant Dr. Haynes then reached down with her right hand and plucked the mass of ruffled white lace embellishing rob's sissy panties.  The beautiful hypnotherapist looked deeply into her captive little man's wide frightened eyes. She smiled wickedly. "You've been a bad little boy, haven't you? Hmmm...???" She plucked at the frilly sissy's lace again. Played with it between her long painted fingernails. "Tell me..." rob gulped. And then, yes...a tear formed in his eye. Dr. Haynes had no mercy. "Tears of shame, my little sissy?" rob's breathing became heavier. he noticed the beautiful doctor's makeup...her lipstick, blush, eyeshadow...so feminine. So intoxicating. ~L~ynn stood beside the beautiful doctor, making noisy frou frou with her pettis. She slowly swished her short satin skirts back and forth, each time displaying tantalizing glimpses of  her lacy petticoat layers. Dr. Haynes continued, methodically. "You HAVE been a bad boy, haven't you, master robbie? And you DO know what we do to bad little boys, do you not?" The terrified little man began to back up. Dr. Haynes and ~L~ynn giggled at him mockingly. "Tell me, my little sissy man, what happens to bad little boys?" Of course, rob knew what he was expected to say. And before he knew what he was doing, he replied, softly, "You petticoat them." "Ah! That's better!" Dr. Haynes responded. And she added, "And then we put them in frilly little party dresses. You do know that, don't you sissy robbie?" rob nodded that he did.  There, that's better, rob. Now...tell us you've been a bad little boy. Go ahead. Do it." "I've been a...bad...lit...tle boyyyyy..." "Good. Now say it again." "I've been a bad little boy..." "And," responded Dr. Haynes, "Go ahead..." "And...and...i need...to...be...petticoated." "Very good, rob! You see, that wasn't so bad, now was it?"...

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The tall beautiful Doctor Haynes and her statuesque blonde accomplice moved ever so closer to their cowering male victim. They backed him into a corner of the room where many racks of frilly little party dresses hung enticingly, surrounding the pathetic little man. The beautiful blonde made rustling frou-frou with her own stiff swishing pettis. She made sure that lacy layers of stiff net and lace were constantly displayed for her little boytoy. She giggled. "I can't wait to put you in a frilly little party dress. There are just so many to choose from! Decisions decisions! You ARE going to let me play with YOUR lace, aren't you, robbie?" Then the beautiful ~L~ynn backed poor rob directly into a rack of short satin party dresses. They rustled loudly. rob's breathing got heavier. ~L~ynn quickly removed an especially frilly white satin dress and held it by its matching white satin hanger. She shook the dress directly in front of her subjugated sissy. She shook it again...triumphantly. "Only a sissy would wear something this frilly...right, robbie?" rob refused to answer. The beautiful blonde, standing in her own frilly little party dress and petticoats, shook the dress menacingly again, taunting her little man. "You're just going to adore wearing frilly little dresses for me, aren't you, Honey?" rob was breathing hard. He was surrounded by bouffant frillines and ultrafeminine girliness. And then ~L~ynn took the dainty satin frock, removed it from its hanger, and planted it squarely against the poor little man's frail body. "Ooooooooo...this little party dress looks like it will fit you like a glove! I can't wait to see you in it! It IS a bit short! But sissies, especially sissies like YOU, rob, like their frilly little dresses on the short side. It must be so you can feast your greedy little sissy eyes on ALL of those petticoats we're going to put you in." Madame laughed, and added, "The sissy's petticoats will swish and rustle excitedly each and every step the sissy takes. That will serve as a constant reminder to him that there is absolutely NOTHING masculine about him. His hissing pettis and rustling satin skirts will accelerate our complete emasculation of him. ~L~ynn plucked at the childishly short puffed satin skirts of the frilly dress as she held it against rob. She examined the attached layers of organza and net petticoats, embellished with white lace trim, and marvelled at how well they kept the short satin skirt so very full. "Oh yes, my little sissy, there will be plenty of room for your petticoats to swish and rustle beneath your short little frilly frock!" Madame Chadwick volunteered to hold the dress for ~L~ynn, suggesting "I am quite sure, Miss ~L~ynn, that you and Dr. Haynes would like to select the proper petticoats for our young man here. He does have a fondness for net, taffeta, and lace..." With that, the women in the room shared a laugh, Madame took hold of the frilly party dress, and the two beautiful women eagerly began their search for the perfect petticoats...