The Second Floor

[petticoated]

Leighton was a smallish "man." Barely twenty years old. But he looked much younger. Boyish, actually, with some decidedly Feminine features. 5'6" and weighed maybe 130 lbs. He had let his curly blonde hair grow to just beyond his shoulders. He had a pretty face. Oh, yes. Pretty. Very pretty. Leighton was terrified of Women...especially assertive looking but femininely dressed women. Women who walked with confidence. Women who looked disdainfully at Leighton when they caught him staring at them. What they probably didn't realize, however, is that Leighton was studying them. He studied their makeup. He studied their dresses. Especially their dresses. Their shoes, definitely if they were wearing heels. He studied their hair, their earrings, and, oh yes, their purses. You see, Leighton was envious. He was envious of their Femininity. Envious of their power. Their confidence. Everything that exuded their ultrafemininity attracted  little Leighton like a moth to a flame. Like a sissy to a Petticoat. Like a pretty sissyboi to complete submission and unquestioned obedience. Then one day, in the mail, Leighton received a beautiful picture postcard featuring a pretty girly store window just full of dresses and petticoats. Frilly little dresses, mostly in Pinks, whites, pastels, satin, and lace. Lots of lace! And scattered beneath all of those sweet frilly frocks were oodles of petticoats. Multitiered, flared, bouffant mostly. You see, Leighton's extensive search history of Feminization, Sissification, and Petticoating had been rewarded with this simple Feminine postcard from "Cinderella  Dress Shop." What would little Leighton do? Oh, what would he do, he wondered, as his little heart fluttered rapidly and his sissy fantasies ran wild...

[BabyJay]

Hello Petticoated. Great start to what sounds like an interesting story. Will he visit shop and meet a stunning assistant who will take him in hand and turn him into a beautiful little sissy slave girl and dress him in wonderful little girls dresses and frilly knickers and teach him how to minister to her needs? Look forward to next chapters.

[petticoated]

Leighton studied the mesmerizing card closely. The Cinderella Dress Shop's mannequins were Girls...at least most of them. Save for three or four that seemed to have some rather androgynous features, he noticed. At least they seemed androgynous to Leighton. Of course, it was those mannequins which piqued Leighton's interest. Actually, they piqued little Leighton's "interest" excitedly. Very excitedly. The faces of the other mannequins seemed to be of Girls. Pretty Girls. Feminine Girls. Girly Girls. Of course, Leighton's other focus was on the Party Dresses the mannequins were wearing. He couldn't get over how super frilly all of their dresses appeared to be. Were most of them satin? Some were tulle, he knew. Their Dresses were short, above their knees, definitely buttressed by stiff lacy Petticoats. Leighton's attention was redirected to the androgynous mannequins. One of them, especially. The somewhat...shall we say it...the somewhat "sissyish" looking mannequin. "Her" Party Dress made no effort at all to conceal its poufy Petticoats. The expression on this model's face was one of trepidation. Embarrassment, perhaps. And because this model was in the center of Cinderella's large window display, the mannequins immediately surrounding the rather sissy-looking model all seemed to have laughing faces. Two of the Girly mannequins seemed to be pointing at the featured model. The androgynous model. With short brown hair. Pixie style. The model wlth the shortest and frilliest party frock of them all. And wearing the only Dress in pale baby blue.  With all of those very visible frothy white lace crinoline Petticoats just meant to be displayed. On the model with the frightened look on her face. The androgynous one. Leighton's heart began to beat faster. His breathing became more rapid. Somewhat labored, almost, for a boy like him. There was no address on the card. He pulled out his phone. His initial searches were futile. Leighton's excitement intensified. His desperation to learn more about Cinderella Dress Shop exacerbated his fantasies of Sissification, Forced Feminization, and Petticoating. He just had to find the Cinderella Dress Shop. Leighton need not worry because, in due time, the Cinderella Dress Shoppe would find Leighton.