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...
Topic: The Second Floor (Read 688 times)
