~Ruffled White Lace & Pink Satin Bows~

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In the spring of 1962 poor little Percy Pinprick pondered his perplexing predicament. Seated alone demurely in a most uncomfortable straight-backed chair, in the parlor of his beautiful domineering Stepmother's mansion, Percy's most unladylike clinched fists, encased in white satin gloves, rested angrily in the folds of a childishly short pale lemon yellow satin party frock he had been forced into earlier that bright sunny Saturday morning, despite his loudest protestations and tantrums. His stiff, crackling, snow white net petticoats, resplendent with their ultra lacy layers, exposed themselves proudly beneath his ridiculously short frilly dress, betraying any semblance of normal boyishness that poor little Percy might have tried desperately to retain. And those constant rustling, swishing petticoats hissed at poor little Percy Pinprick, as if mocking his petticoated predicament. Tears of anger and fists of desperate despair now gripped Percy. Ohhhhhh how he wished he hadn't given in to the feminine temptation of Stepmother's bedroom, Her "private boudoir," She had called it, "completely off limits to little boys," She had reminded him. And yet She had always managed to alloow little Percy subtle glimpses of satin and lace, sensuous slips and feminine bras, when the door was ajar and Stepmother's frilly feminine finery had been carefully laid out on the large and very pretty feminine canopied bed. But now, ever since Percy's father had tragically been lost in an automobile accident two years before, it had been just Percy and his beautiful young Stepmother, alone in the very large house on the secluded estate.  And little Percy's unfortunate (for him!) fascination with all things lacy and feminine had been mostly suppressed until his stepmother had married his father. After the marriage of his father to his beautiful Stepmother, when his father was out of town frequently for days at a time on business trips,  little Percy's Stepmother often walked about their home in those exquisite satin full slips, lavished with delicate white lace.  Stepmother's beauty...Her mesmerizing femininity...engulfed poor little Percy. Sweet-smelling perfume frequently wafted from the ultrafeminine sanctity of Her boudoir.  Percy's Stepmother insisted that little boys (as well as little girls) were "meant to be seen and not heard." Every single time Percy slipped in the manners and courtesies expected from him by Stepmother, She would harshly reprimand him for his "Broodish boyish behavior" and threaten to "fix you once and for all." But as long as Percy's father was in the picture, Percy felt protected from his Stepmother's warning of "serious discilpinary measures to curb your boyish spirits." But alas..that was then...and this was now...poor little Percy Pinprick...frocked and petticoated for the very first time...at the hands of his beautiful, young, feminine...very feminine...determined Stepmother...

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Percy Pinprick's feeble little mind recalled the beginning of his one-way journey to his impending sissification and feminization. Shortly after his Stepmother had suddenly become widowed two years earlier following the death of Percy's very wealthy father, She set Her sights on that unruly little boy, Her stepson Percy, who was the only obstacle standing in the way to Her eventual inheritance of the vast fortune Her husband had managed to build. Percy eventually would be the heir, but only after he reached the age of 21. Until then Stepmother had complete control of the estate. Percy's beautiful Stepmother had noticed shortly after moving with Percy into a huge gated estate and mansion in upstate Connecticut that Percy often found excuses to wander by his Stepmother's boudoir.. And She would occasionally find the boy peering in through the open door to get a view of Her exquisitely feminine bedroom. Furthermore, he was more apt to wander by when She had laid out Her lacy lingerie on the bed. Slowly She began to experiment by wearing Her laciest slips while She was alone in Her room. On one occasion, a very fateful one indeed for little Percy, as he had just managed to sneak a peek in one morning at his Stepmother while She was sitting in Her laciest white satin slip and matching bra at Her vanity putting on Her makeup, he heard Her call out to him, "Oh Percy, dear, would you please come in here?" Percy could hardly believe his ears....or his luck! Never had he been invited into Stepmother's private feminine sanctuary. Never. Until now. Too stunned to respond, he froze in his tracks. He didn't want Her to know he had been in the vicinity of that lovely room. So he pretended not to hear Her.  Stepmother giggled and smiled to herself. "Oh Percy, please come here, Dear. I shan't ask you again," in Her beautiful feminine British accent. Percy froze at the bottom of the long staircase. Should he gallup up the stairs quickly to his room, out of range of his Stepmother's voice? Or should he...go to THE room, HER room, where he had snuck in so many times before? As badly as he wanted to retreat up those stairs, he knew he could not. "Percy, be a good little boy and come in here this instant," Stepmother said cunningly. She looked at the lavish white lace bodice of her white satin slip as it encased her two full br# ( " at " ) !$s within Her lacy white satin bra. So lacy! So pretty! So feminine! She looked down at the four-inch wide expanse of scalloped French lace on the hem of Her luscious slip, too. She was preparing Herself...for poor little Percy Pinprick...

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Stephanie Anderson was stunningly beautiful. A trophy wife for one of the most successful businessmen in Connecticut in the 1950's. She had dated Roger Anderson only for a few months before he proposed marriage. They had met in London when Roger had been there on business. He had taken Her to the Wimbledon Ladies' Finals. He had taken Her to Paris several times. Her taste for expensive French lingerie was rewarded by an unlimited budget from Roger. When She first flew to the States for a visit with Roger, it was then, in the summer of 1958, that Stephanie met little Percy. A smallish boy, with longish, golden curly blonde hair, and deep blue eyes, Stephanie was amazed at how "pretty" Percy was...for a boy. Stephanie soon learned that Percy was "one spoiled little lad," She once told Roger. Percy would have tantrums when he did not get his way. He would cry if he disagreed with Stephanie's suggested plans to go to New York for the weekend - without Percy. Sometimes Stephanie felt as if She were competing with Percy for Roger's attention. Percy would snicker tauntingly at Stephanie whenever one of his temper tantrums resulted in his getting whatever he wanted, often at Stephanie's expense. But She tolerated Percy, continuing to tell Herself that one day She would marry Roger and then SHE would put little Percy in his place. When She and Roger broke the news to Percy that they were to be married, little Percy glared at Stephanie menacingly. And once, when Stephanie was alone with Percy, the little boy told Her that he did not approve of Her and that he would do everything he could to stir up trouble and make Her life miserable. Stephanie wanted to respond, but She refused to play Percy's little game. The only time She ever recalled little Percy going out of his way to spend time around Her before She and Roger were married was when Percy oddly asked to go with Her to the bridal salon for Her final dress fitting. She thought it odd indeed that a normal little boy would have any desire at all to visit a bridal shop. Still, She thought this might be an opportunity finally to bond with Her difficult stepson-to-be and gladly allowed Percy to accompany Her. It was a day that Stephanie Anderson would NEVER forget! The bridal shop was in New York, and during the drive to the city, Percy was quiet. He actually seemed to have a nervous excitement about himself. Still, though, Stephanie tried to engage Percy in conversation on matters of baseball, and other "boy things," but Percy seemed aloof. When they arrived and parked in front of the store windows, displaying frilly party and Easter dresses for little girls, along with sumptuous wedding gowns, Percy got out of the car with a glazed look in his eyes. Stephanie caught the little boy staring intently at the window displays - especially the windows featuring those dainty little girls party dresses...

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Since it was early spring, the dresses in the display windows were frillier party dresses, suitable for Easter and spring birthday parties and tea parties that Little Girls in the late 1950's so enjoyed. The wedding dresses mostly were ballgowns, very full and generally made of taffeta, satin, and lace. Exquisite beaded embroidery lavished many of the confections and most of the little girls party dresses were either white, pale pink, and pale yellow. As they entered the rather large shop, a small bell "dinged" to signal their arrival. It was about 10:00 am on a Saturday. And because it was only a few weeks before Easter, the salon was busy. Several Little Girls were accompanied by their "Mommies," and "oohing" and "aahing" over the abundance of frilly party and Easter dresses that seemed to be everywhere! Stephanie grabbed hold of Percy's hand, almost instinctively, after seeing most of the Little Girls in the salon holding their own mothers' hands.  And She immediately noticed that little Percy did not resist! Odd again, She thought. As they slowly made their way through the plethora of frilly dresses displayed prominently on gleaming stainless steel dress racks, they could not help but brush against the full, bouffant, frilly confections. Percy's face began to burn. He was ashamed now. How, oh how, did he allow himself to submit to this mysterious inner desire of his that he had suppressed for so long? Not a single boy other than Percy could be seen in here, he thought. And just as he asked himself that question again, he heard the giggling voices of two Little Girls, holding up frilly little dresses against themselves to see how they would look in them, one of them saying excitedly, "Oooooo, I have the perfect petticoat to go underneath...it's a bouffant party slip Mummy  bought for me last week. It has seven layers!!! I can't wait to wear it!!!" The other Little Girl laughed in agreement, saying "Mummy is buying me some new petticoats today! They have the dreamiest, laciest, fullest petticoats here!!!" Then BOTH of them spied little Percy, holding Stephanie's hand, and giggled together as he passed. He knew they were laughing at him. He just knew it! Percy's journey thru the myriad of frilly dresses seemed to go on forever. And each time he brushed against the satin and lace of a frilly party dress, he felt a sense of...excitement. He couldn't help it. He couldn't explain it. But he couldn't deny it, either. And then.........after passing a fairly large circular aea in the  middle of the store, where several white couches were positioned, Percy's hand was held even tighter as Stephanie led him towards the most ultrafeminine part of this most feminine salon: "PETTICOAT PRINCESSES ONLY," a white sign in pale pink feminine script read...

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Percy stopped dead in his tracks. Fear gripped his face. Stephanie sensed Percy's complete discomfort...and sensed even a bit of genuine trepidation in the little boy. Percy's eyes were as wide as saucers. Before him, everywhere his little eyes could survey, were the most feminine, girly, daintiest, frilliest display of white net, taffeta, satin, and lace he had ever seen!!!!! Save for the pale pink plush carpeting and the pale pink and white ballerina tutu wallpaper, there were extensive displays of frilly, full, poufy, lavishly lacy bouffant petticoats and party slips.....everywhere!!!! Not to mention several pale pink and white tables, all with abundant assortments of frilly and ultralacy rhumba panties in exquisite pink and white satin!!!The prevailing colors...NO!...the ONLY colors were white and pink!!! Mostly pale pink. Little girl pink, Percy thought to himself. His face was even redder with shame and embarrassment as he realized he truly was the ONLY boy in the salon. And back among the petticoats, in the distance, he heard the faint laughter and giggles of feminine voices. And the swishing and rustling of...of...yes...petticoats!!! The sound was unnerving and yet...mesmerizing. Oh why!!! Why did Percy allow himself to come here this morning? He thought he would be going to a bridal shop. And, yes, he knew there would be dresses. Pretty dresses. Satin dresses. But not...not...frilly, dainty, girly dresses...dresses that...yes...ohhhh yes....he gulped.....would even fit HIM!!! Stephanie was amused at the abject fear clearly revealed in little Percy's eyes. But then, She reasoned, he was a boy! And what boy wouldn't feel uncomfortable in such a girly place? Still, though, there seemed to be something special, unique, about this little boy's embarrassment at being here. "I don't suppose you'd like to take a stroll through the petticoats, would you, Percy dear?" Stephanie laughed. They ARE quite adorable, aren't they, sweetheart?" She continued to tease. "And they do wear so nicely underneath those frilly party dresses!" She laughed. Stephanie began to tug at Percy's little hand. She gripped it tighter. And for the first time, Percy knew he was no match for Her strength. Stephanie sensed the little boy's uneasiness growing. That eager anticipation, tempered with fear. The glazed look earlier now replaced by a look of real fear on Percy's little face. Shame written all over his red face. And then he noticed Stephanie staring down at him, as if studying every inch of his little body, She in deep thought. She looked back at those display racks of frilly party dresses, and then stared back at the frightened little boy. Again She looked back at the dainty dresses. And just as She was about to say something to Percy, they were interrupted by a beautiful tall woman, her blonde hair tied in a neat bun, she dressed in an exquisite white linen skirt suit, the hint of a lacy slip showing benneath her white skirt; and something that Percy didn't miss sneaking a glimpse at. Nor did Stephanie miss her little male charge staring at the outline of this beautiful woman's lacy lingerie, either...

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The tall blonde woman looked at Percy's stepmother, smiled, held out her hand to shake Stephanie's hand. "Ahh, Ms. Anderson!" the blonde woman addressed Stephanie Anderson. "Good morning, Nancy," Percy's stepmother responded, shaking hands with Nancy Gilbert, Proprietress of RUFFLED WHITE LACE & PINK SATIN BOWS BRIDALS AND PARTY DRESSES Salon. "I cannot wait to try on my gown! After several fittings, I just KNOW this will be the perfect fitting!" Percy's stepmother said excitedly. "My dear MS. Anderson, the three starched net petticoats arrived just yesterday and I must say they are exquisite! Quite full...and swishy! Your ballgown will now have the bouffant fullness you were demanding! I do think you will be happy with the flare of your satin gown," gushed Ms. Gilbert.  Percy clearly was uneasy with the girltalk among these two imposing but beautiful women. And then Ms. Gilbert looked down at Percy, somewhat condescendingly, and asked him, "And who are you, little one?" Before Percy could answer, his Stepmother replied, "Ms. Nancy Gilbert, this is my darling little nephew, Percy. He simply insisted on coming with me this morning!" She continued to hold a firm grip on Percy's little hand. Ms. Gilbert looked down at Percy again, "How nice, little Percy! I do not often get many little boys brave enough to journey into my salon...at least voluntarily," Ms. Gilbert laughed. Percy was old enough to grasp, albeit somewhat, the last part of Ms. Gilbert's response. Percy's stepmother, meanwhile, laughed gaily at Ms. Gilbert's remark. Percy's face reddened even more, though, and Ms. Gilbert, sensing his uneasiness, continued, "I have a real appreciation for those rare little boys who are brave enough to accompany their Mommies to try on wedding dresses." Ms. Gilbert carefully watched Percy's reaction to her comments. And Percy's little face grew redder. Finally, Percy offered up the less-than-convincing remark that "I really didn't want to come here at all this morning. Stepmother made me come. Nothing in here interests me at all. These are girls' clothes!!" Ms. Gilbert smiled at Percy and simply said, "Perhaps we can change your mind, little Percy." And then the beautiful blonded winked at little Percy and his stepmother. "The fitting area for your dress, Ms. Anderson, is over there," she pointed to the circular area where the sofas had been arranged...surrounded by hundreds of those frilly little party dresses thay had passed through the front of the salon on their way to meet Ms. Gilbert. A white elevated platform , something Percy had failed to notice before, was in the middle of this viewing area, as were several long white mirrors. As they made their way back to the viewing area, Ms. Gilbert ushered Percy's stepmother to a fitting room on one of the sides of the expansive salon, and Percy was directed to take a seat on one of the large white cushioned sofas...surrounded by the frilly party dresses...most every frilly, dainty dress, at least one of each style, likely...no, definitely, he frightfully and quickly surmised...in HIS size!!!...

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Percy's little mind was confused and conflicted by the sight of the frilly and ultrafeminine dainty party dresses ever so prominently displayed all around him. The dainty frilly confections were producing inexplicable sensations of both anxiety and fear, compounded by a powerful curiosity to touch them...to feel them...to perhaps even examine them and hold them in his little hands. Of course, Percy told himself, sitting there alone on the deep cushioned white sofa, his feet barely able to reach the white plush carpeted floor, he was a BOY!!! He continued to remind himself of this amidst the frilly dresses and the giggles of feminine little girls in the beautifully feminine shop on this early Saturday morning, a few weeks before Easter. Percy's eyes darted about the area, he making sure not to focus on any one particular rack of frilly dresses lest he be detected in this sanctity of femininity. One rack of particularly frilly little pale pink and white satin dresses almost directly behind where Percy was perched beckoned his attention. Particularly frilly and gleaming and glistening of what Percy would later learn to be "bridal satin," Percy noticed how particularly poufy the little skirts were. The bodices were embroidered with what looked like small white pearls. The sleeves were puffed. And lavish lace inlay and embroidery on the front of the frilly dresses oddly appealed to little Percy. Percy turned around to glance at the rack of frilly dresses again...and again...and again...and then again until...suddenly..."They ARE exquisite little party dresses, are they not, my dear little Percy?!" Ms. Gilbert interrupted the surprised little boy, caught daydreaming at the dainty frocks. "OH!! Errrr...ummmm....w...what.......are..........you.....talk...ing about?" he stammered, turning around quickly on the large sofa to face a laughing Nancy Gilbert. "I have them in EVERY size, Percy!" the beautiful blonde proprietress laughed at the redfaced little boy. Ms. Gilbert sat down next to the frightened little boy, invading his personal space, and put her long right hand under Percy's chin, "Of course, my dear little boy you DO know that NO little girl would wear a frilly little party frock like that," She pointed directly to the rack of those pale pink and satin party frocks, "without petticoats. You DO know what petticoats are, don't you, Percy?"...