The Second Floor

[petticoated]

Leighton stared directly at Allen, his greedy little eyes focused on Dorian's brand New Sissy Plaything. The Mini Skirt-Suited Tall Blonde, resplendent in Her 5-inch Lououtins, was tapping Her Louboutins impatiently as the seconds passed, both of Her Perfectly Manicured Hands also impatienly in Her Miniskirted front Pockets (with just a subtle hint of 'masculinity,') further accentuating Her Total Dominance over him(?), and now just starting the process To actually watch the pretty ~Effeminate~ and quite pretty little sissy boi, Petticoat~ himself(?). And make him(?) ~BEG~ for that ~privilege.~ How utterly Humiliating (Tantalizing for Others) that two Young, Highly Successful, Beautiful, Dominant, and ULTRAFeminine Women were about to rapidly accelerate Allison's Feminization as They would now really be utilizing their ULTRAFemininity . Dorian, Her Beautifully Manicured Red Fingers hiding in the Front Pockets of Her Miniskirted Suit, Clearly a Show of Superiority. And when ten more seconds had passed, Emily's Short White Tulle Petticoats Rustled excitingly as they literally(and figuratively) broke almost one minute of total silence in the living room area. Then Emily handed what looked like some kind of paperwork into Dorian's outstretched right hand, Her Red Nail Polish Shining as Dorian took a  Pink pen from Emily and handed the Pen to Allen, "Sooooo...Sissy Allison, are you going to accept My offer of employment? Remember to curtsey before answering Me," Dorian ordered. Allen threw a final quick pleading eye to leighton for help to stop this from happening.  After all, Allen tried to reason: Leighton was a male. Well, sort of. Certainly he'll try to stop this. Yet deep down, Allen knew that had no chance of happening. Then Dorian laughed, "I saw you sneak a pleading glimpse over at leighton. Perhaps pleading for his(?) help?"  Dorian scoffed, glaring at leighton. "You've got to be kidding, Allen. I mean...!" Dorian laughed mockingly. "Actually I see the two of you competing against each other in ~sissy Pageants~ together." leighton's eyes widened like large saucers when he heard the word "Pageant." Laughingly, Dorian added, "In the ~~Petticoated Juvenile Party Dress Division.~~...

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Leighton's pretty little eyes widened when he(?) heard the word "Pageant," too. She stood authoritativley and stared directly at little leighton as Emily and Allen(Allison) watched Dorian while She taunted leighton. "leighton, would you let Emily steal your masculinity, or what's left of it tonight, Hmmmmm??? You see, leighton, Emily's ready to find Herself Her own Pretty Little Girlyboi. Effeminate, Very Pretty, Addicted to Frilly Little Girls Party Dresses, UltraFeminine Sissiffication Petticoats, Lace, Lipstick, Makeup...you know, leighton," Dorian said matter-of-factly, adding, "And once Allison's Petticoating begins, you may find yourself in Petticoats, too, if you misbehave." Dorian continued, "Your Pretty White Bridal Satin Pouch, with all of that  Ruffled White Lace in a Lacy Thong Design is just ~perfect~ for your little buddy. It's adorable! Ohhhhh yes, leighton, I know ALL about your Lacy Little Pouch. Of course, if I had been in charge of you tonight, you'd be wearing the pouch with the Pink Bow. Emily and I WILL be checking for dryness down there. If you are naughty, however, you could find yourself in Petticoats tonight, too..."

[BabyJay]

Oh dear! now Leighton knows what is going to happen to him. Despite his fears I think he is probably excited at the thought of Emily putting him in a pretty little girls dress and a clean pair of frilly knickers as I suspect his little pouch is already quite damp.

[petticoated]

Leighton said nothing. He(?) was too stung by Dorian's sudden verbal assault on his(?) own fledgling masculinity(?). And Emily had done nothing to defend Her soon-to-be little sissy boifriend. "~Curtsey~ and sign each doc-ument, Allison." Dorian ordered. "My pretty little ~Petticoated~ Sissy Maid." And in a flash, the contract was signed. And when Allen (now "Allison") attempted ti read the "small print,' Dorian dismissively told him(?) not to worry about "such trivial legal mumbo jumbo. We need to get you into your ~Petticoats.~ That's My sweet little sissy. NOW...Curtsey and BEG Me to gently take your ~Petti~ and ~Petticoat~ yourself. Go ahead. 'She's' waiting," Dorian referred to the Magnificent Petticoat in the Feminine pronoun. In a final act of desperation, Allen(?) looked pleadingly...again...at the only other male(?), aka leighton, in the room. In response, Emily, in Her Short White Multitiered Tulle and White Lace Corset ~Minidress,~ moved quickly to join leighton on the sofa. Carefully placing Her right hand under Her own multitiered white ~Tulle~ Pettiskirts and smoothing Them out, She lowered Herself right next to leighton and quickly allowed Her Minidress to generously spread its multilayers of snow white rustling ~Tulle~ all over little leighton's lap....

[petticoated]

"Do it. Do it now, ~pantywaist.~  Beg Mistress Dorian to ~Petticoat~ you." Dorian continued, "Allison, you do know that the only way I will ever allow you to be around Me is if you submit to being ~Petticoated.~ Permanently." Dorian continued, ~Petticoated~ by Me, of course." Her verbal assault on Allen. "You are such a pathetic excuse for a  man, Allen. ~Effeminate,~ Weak-willed, on the smallish side, and your pretty little voice is getting more and more Girly and Feminine every day; you already have started to take small mincing steps, sometimes when I am watching you closely. You Absolutely crave ~Shame~...and Relentless ~Humiliation;~ and you are quite Mesmerized when you watch Me slowly and skillfully put on My ~Makeup,~ or even just touch It up. ~Makeup~ fascinates you, doesn't it, sissy? I just bet it does," taunted Dorian. "Now...beg Me. Beg Me to ~Petticoat~ you." Allison curtseyed, albeit clumsily and nervously. Then she(?)  shockingly raised her(?) little hand to speak. "What is it, Allison?" Dorian now was clearly aggravated. "Mistress, do I have to be ~Petti~...~Petti~...~Petti... ~Petticoated~ with leighton here? I mean...he's a boy! Please! Please not here. In front of HIM!" Allison's sweetish little voice was begging Dorian to spare him the exquisite humiliation of being ~Petticoated~ in front of another male(?) Dorian laughed, "Surely you jest,  My Sweet Pretty ~Effeminate~ Allison." Dorian paused thoughtfully for a few seconds, continuing, "Did I just say you were ~Effeminate,~ Allison? Let me add this real quickly,...While you ARE somewhat ~Effeminate,~ you're not nearly ~Effeminate~ enough for Me. You have the ~swishy~ tendencies but REAL ~Effeminacy~ entails years of Intensive Training.  Don't you worry your Pretty little head about that Intensive Training,  I'll take care of that 'little' problem soon enough...."

[BabyJay]

Oh dear! poor Leighton must be quaking in his shoes, both excited and also terrified at the treatment of Allison. I suspect before long his pouch will be a little more than just damp. Looking forward to continuation.

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"Watch this!" Emily Femininely whispered excitedly in leighton's left ear while  looking at Dorian and Allison(Allen). Then Emily proceeded to ~Girlishly~ Fluff Her Multi-Multi-Tiered White Tulle ~PettiSkirts~ and then She deliberately grabbed leighton's other little hand, guiding it all over Her Fluffy White Tulle Skirts, Inviting...no...Directing the sissy's dainty little fingers to "Play with My Petticoats. Go ahead. You know you want to, leighton. I wore this Frllly Dress just for you tonight. Let's have some fun! Now, be Mommy Emily's Sweet little Pretty boy and play with Mommy's Tulle Petticoats while your soon-to-be  little sissy gurlfriend, Pretty sissyboi Allison,  gets ~Petticoated.~ I can't wait for Us to watch this together. Who knows, leighton, We may see TWO Pretty little Effeminate girlybois in ~Petticoats~ tonight." Emily then got up from Her position on the ~Plush~ sofa, ~Fluffed~ out multitudes of billowing clouds of Rustling White Tulle. Mini-length. And then She smoothed Her White Tulle Pettis under Her while skillfully lowering and repositioning Herself directly on top of on leighton's lap. She did it quickly, too, then fanning Her many layers of White Tulle all over Her already embarrassed femboy. "Does My Dress excite you, little man? Go ahead, leighton, play with my Tulle Petti-Skirts..."