~Ruffled White Lace & Pink Satin Bows~

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Percy was pent up with anger over his predicament. As he slowly brushed his beautiful Stepmother's thick, long, wavy, blonde hair, though, every thought to defy Her, to just run from Her most feminine boudoir, seemed to just melt away. Percy cursed under his breath his inability to summon up the courage to make a stand for his boyhood. "That's my good little boy. Brush Mommy's hair for Mommy," Stephanie whispered to a frightened. almost mesmerized Percy. "Mommy likes it when Her little boy is obedient." Percy said nothing. He just brushed his Stepmother's long blonde hair. His Stepmother was regal, sitting there in Her lacy peignoir, ordering Percy about. And Stephanie said very little to Her compliant stepson. She didn't have to. She rather enjoyed the still quiet of the next few minutes, except for the soft sound of Her little stepson carefully guiding Her golden hairbrush through Her blonde locks. And when Percy finally completed his task, he handed the hairbrush to his beautiful stepmother. "Curtsey for Mommy Dearest, Percy," Stephanie ordered, smiling. And an obedient Percy took the lacy hem of his pinafore between his fingers, dropped to his knee, looked down at the plush carpeting, held out his skirts, and then returned to the position of attention. "Check your lace, my dear, for any wrinkles." Percy looked closely at the lacy hem of his childish pinafore, and when he was satisfied, he looked dutifully at his Stepmother for her approval. She simply smiled. A triumphant smile. "Come, Percy, and help Mommy find a nice pretty feminine slip for me to wear under my dress tomorrow. Since you have spent several hours rearranging my undies, I just KNOW you will find the perfect slip for Mommy. A full slip. White. And...of course...very lacy. Mommy loves Her slips to be all  pretty and lacy just in case.....my slip would show. Ladies and girls do all we can to sit modestly. However, sometimes a hint of lace shows. And for little girls in frilly party dresses, well.....that's why they have ALL of that adorable lace on their petticoats!! When they are wearing a nice frilly party dress, they simply insist on wearing the laciest petticoats they can find. Especially younger girls...girls who are about your age, Percy." ...

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Stephanie watched little Percy squirm with anxiety. And then Percy made the "mistake" of nervously fingering the frilly lace hem of his dainty pinafore after She had spoken to him about little girls his age and their frilly dresses.. When he suddenly realized what he was doing, his startled (!!!) face looked at his smiling Stepmother, and he quickly dropped his hands to his side.  His Stepmother never said a word. Percy wondered if She had even noticed? Perhaps not, he convinced himself. After all, he had done it for only a few seconds. Why??? Oh why had he done it at all? Especially in front of his Stepmother. He was getting more and more nervous by the second. He realized NOW was the perfect time to recuse himself from this embarrassing predicament...before he became even more submissive to Her every whim. And so, again, he made a desperate attempt to ask his Stepmother's permission to speak. Limp-wristed and all, Percy hoped this time She would acquiesce. Looking a bit aggravated and agitated, his Stepmother acknowledged Percy. "Oh, what is it, Percy?" Percy gulped. He hesitated. "Well. speak up, Percy." She was now clearly agitated. "Mommmmmmyyyyy.....Dearest......M...m...m...ayyyyyyy I...I...I......please.........leave?" Silence...........More Silence. Stephanie glared at little Percy. And poor Percy, standing in front of his beautiful Stepmother, magnificently feminine in Her lacy peignoir, understood the shame...the humiliation...of him standing here...in his Stepmother's boudoir...himself atttired in the laciest little girl's pinafore imaginable. He hadn't the courage to leave. And SHE knew it. He hadn't the courage to rip the pinafore off. And SHE knew this, too. "NO!" She replied. "One more word like that out of you and you'll find yourself iin a petticoat, Percy. Now.....find Mommy Dearest a pretty lacy slip for Her to wear tomorrow. Then you can find Me a matching bra and knickers." "Yes, Mommy Dearest," Percy said softly, taking the lacy edges of his childish pinafore and curtseying obediently. Percy had failed miserable. And he knew it. And to try to make himself feel better, he just planned to get out of Her room, THAT room...as soon as possible. And he knew (??) his resolve to resist would strengthen overnight. He just knew it. And so little Percy scampered to the lingerie-filled drawers of the armoires, his Stepmother by his side, until he had finally chosen a  lavish lace pale pink satin slip. The bodice, the ribbon straps, and the five-inch wide expanse of pale pink French lace just "perfect" for the pale pink dress his Stepmother had shown him that She would be wearing for Her lunch with Nancy Gilbert. As soon as Percy had located the pale pink matching bra and panties, themselves also equally lacy, he was directed to arrange them--carefully--on the settee. Shortly thereafter, his Stepmother dismissed Percy from Her boudoir, reminding him to report back to Her boudoir promptly at 8:30 in the morning. And then She added, "Percy, dear, I have a simply adorable pink pinafore for you to wear in the morning. The lace matches the lace on My slip and bra! Isn't that exciting!?!"...

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Percy dropped a hasty curtsey, received the admonishment of his Stepmother, and prepared to scamper from Her boudoir as fast as his little legs could carry him. But before he could leave, he was obliged to ask for Her help in removing the childish girly pinafore he had been wearing. As his beautiful Stepmother slowly undid the huge bow in the back, Percy was counting the miniseconds until he could get out of that boudoir. It seemed to have a certain "hold" over him. It seemed to zap every inch of boyishness from his feeble little mind. And his beautiful Stepmother was regal in Her masterful domination over him. So when the frilly pinafore finally was removed from Percy's little body, and his Stepmother had dismissed him with the wave of Her hand, little Percy ran from his beautiful Stepmother's ultrafeminine boudoir as fast as he could. And he didn't stop running until he had reached his own bedroom on the second floor of the large mansion. Percy needed time to think. He needed time to plot. To scheme. Percy needed time to do whatever he could to regain his brash boyish behavior. To reassert himself as a boy who would not submit to his domineering Stepmother. But every time Percy thought of his beautiful, blonde Stepmother, his image of Her returned to that of the tall, feminine, and very controlling woman who was slowly beginning to assert Her dominance over him. And Her intoxicating femininity was Her ultimate weapon. Her not-so-subtle references to frilly party dresses that little girls wore, and the stiff, rustling lace petticoats worn with those frilly dresses unnerved him. And so Percy posed the essentil question to himself: "Would She?" Percy laughed to himself at the ridiculousness of that question. Imagine for even one second, he though to himself. "ME! ME!!!(?) Mincing about in a frilly party dress...and petticoats!!! ME!!(?) Hmph!!! She wouldn't!! She couldn't!! Not ever!! And She couldn't make him!!(?) No way!!! I'M A BOY!! And She knows it!! Percy was brimming now with confidence. "Tomorrow morning," he said to himself, lying in his bed. "That's when I will tell Her. Tomorrow morning." And before he drifted off to sleep, he imagined himself marching down to his beautiful blonde Stepmother's private bedroom, and reminding Her that HE WAS A BOY and he was no longer going to wear what SHE wanted him to wear!!! Yes, Percy thought to himself. "Tomorrow morning....."

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The following morning Percy awoke with the bright early morning sun shining through his window. He sat on the edge of his bed and thought about his determination to stand up to his beautiful Stepmother. No longer would he call Her "Mommy Dearest." No longer would he wear those ridiculous girly pinafores. He even resolved right then that he wouldn't even report to Her boudoir before tea time. He'd show Her, Percy smiled to himself. After all, Percy recalled, when his father had been alive, he NEVER did what his Stepmother asked him to do. So, he reasoned...why change now? Instead, Percy decided he would avoid his Stepmother this morning. After all, She had already told him of Her plans to be away for a lunch meeting with Her friend. Ahhhh yes....Her friend. Nancy Gilbert. The proprietress of that ultrafeminine dress shop. The store with all of those frilly party dresses...and giggling little girls who loved shopping there...with their Mommies. RUFFLED WHITE LACE & PINK SATIN BOWS Salon for Ladies and Young Girls. Percy's mind drifted back to that Saturday when he had been "forced" to accompany his Stepmother there to watch Her try on Her wedding gown. The white satin ballgown. WIth the petticoats. Percy tried NOT to think about ALL of those dainty and frilly little girls' party dresses that were simply everywhere in that salon. He breathed just a little harder as he recollected that most forbidden (to boys, anyway) area in the back of the salon. Yes, the area with...the petticoats. Clouds of net, tulle, taffeta, and lace. SO full. SO poufy! SOOOOOO...girly! And so...so....so...his breathing labored a bit more. Oh WHY?!? Why did he have such thoughts!? Why?! Percy felt his face redden...with shame...embarrassment. How dare he think such thoughts!? He reminded himself (as if he had to!) that HE was a BOY! So..he said to himself, "I just won't think about such things anymore." Suddenly Percy was jolted from his thoughts by tinkling sound of a bell. "Ohhhh Percy!" He heard his beautiful blonde Stepmother call up to him. Ding ding. The little bell tinkled again. "Percy, Dear," his Stepmother called. "I'm in the parlor." OMG!!! It was already...9:05! Percy had become so lost in his thoughtsd that he had forgotten what time it was. He hadn't showerd this morning. He hadn't changed into clean clothes. He was still in his pajamas. So he darted about his room, found a ragged pair of jeans, an old t-shirt, and ran downstairs, putting on an old pair of sneakers as he approached the parlor. And when little Percy reached the entrance to the parlour, he was stunned at what he saw! There She was! Sitting in the large overstuffed chair. In a pale yellow cotton dress. Cinched waist. And billowing out from everywhere (!)  were...OMG(!!!).....petticoats!!!! White crinoline petticoats. Layers of them!!! Too many to count!!! Her long blonde hair cascaded in the bright sunlight down Her back. Her pink lipstick, pale blue eyeshadow, pink blush cheeks....the epitome of regal femininity. Her 3-inch white heels were resting on the hardwood floor as Percy entered the parlour...cautiously...wide-eyed...and...yes, ohhhhhhh yes....vulnerable......

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Stephanie looked up and smiled at her recalcitrant little stepson. She fluffed Her wide skirts and allowed even more glimpses of Her lacy pettis to expose themselves for Percy's greedy little eyes to see. She fingered Her pettis, albeit briefly. Just long enough to cast Her powerful feminine spell over Her hapless little ill-mannered stepson. "Percy, you may enter." Percy hardly realized he had waited for his beautiful Stepmother's permission for him to enter the parlour. The room was still, save for the rustling of crinoline petticoats. The rustling of net and lace was intoxicating to little Percy. Stephanie smiled warmly at her stepson. Percy inched forward into the study. Where...oh where had that boyish resolve to resist gone? It had vanished. Engulfed in the sweet femininity of Percy's beautiful Stepmother. Percy feasted his greedy little eyes on his Stepmother's crinoline net and lace. The rustling and swishing of Her beautiful lacy layers quickly reduced him to a blabbering little...."Percy," She interrupted his thoughts. "Come closer. Stand in front of me...like a good little boy...who has behaved very naughtily." Percy swallowed hard. Why...oh why couldn't he resist Her? He desperately wanted...no, needed...to resist. But he was no match for Her. Stephanie ran Her tongue slowly across the top of Her lip, and then She laughed. "My, my, Percy. Such a naughty little boy." She knew the minute he didn't appear at Her boudoir this morning at the appointed time that She would be wearing petticoats. She just had to make sure that She was still firmly in control and that Her dear little stepson hadn't conjured up any silly little ideas about how things were going to be done his way in Her house.  "You did not report to My boudoir this morning, Percy dear. You were late for our tea. You have not bathed and made yourself presentable. You are not pinafored. You are not wearing shorts. You didn't curtsey upon entering the parlour." She stopped momentarily to fluff out Her layers of stiff white net and lace. And then She daintily spread the skirt of Her dress over her petticoats. "I...I...I..." Percy stammered. Stephanie held up Her right hand to effectively silence him. "And now you speak without asking me for permission?" "B...b...but...Stepmother...." "HUSH! Quiet! Not another word out of you, Percy!" And then, slowly, Stephanie rose to Her feet, fluffed out Her skirts, and, towering over Her cowering little stepson, squeezed his chin, glared into his wide eyes, and said, "You have thirty minutes to get back up to your room, bathe, wash your hair, put on a clean pair of shorts, a clean shirt, and be back down here, ready to serve Me tea. Do I make Myself clear?" Percy gulped.  She was hurting him but he dared not complain. "Y...Yesssss, ..... Mommy Dearest." She released Her grip on his chin. He rubbed it, desperately trying to massage the pain out of it. He wiped tears from his eyes. "If you are even one second late, I'll give you something to really cry about. You are dismissed, Percy." ...

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Percy ran from the parlour...without curtseying. He galloped up the long staircase to the long hallway and down to his room. Rummaging through his clothes he retrieved clothing he hoped would meet with his Stepmother's approval, including a pair of white linen dress shorts. They were a bit on the short side. Percy hadn't worn them in a long time. But he was in no time to look for anything else. Grabbing a white long-sleeved dress shirt of a fine almost transparent cotton, and a pair of clean white undershorts, he hurried into the shower, washed himself, including his long blonde curly locks, quickly dried himself off, and changed into shorts and a shirt he had never worn since he had moved into the large mansion occupied by him and his beautiful blonde Stepmother. Quickly he put on a pair of thin white socks and, finally, a pair black patent leather dress shoes. He tried to towel dry his curly blonde hair. It was so thick! He did the best he could. He glanced at himself in the full-length mirror that his Stepmother had insisted be a part of the furnishings of his bedroom. Percy knew how utterly ridiculous he looked. But he also had the strangely compelling desire to please his beautiful Stepmother. And, of course, Her intoxicating femininity had subdued poor little Percy.....again. Alas, as he ran back down the stairs, he heard the tinkling of the little bell. Was he late? Hadn't he hurried? Certainly it couldn't have been thirty minutes already? When he entered the parlour, again without curtseying, he found his beautiful Stepmother now sitting in the middle of one of the two sofas in the parlor. The white sofa with pale pink roses. And Her petticoats had been carefully (strategically) fanned out on both sides. Her snow white crinoline and lace was everywhere! After he had entered the parlor, he suddenly remembered! He hadn't curtseyed! "You are late...again, Percy!" Stephanie told Her stepson. "We will deal with the consequences of that, and ALL of your other infractions of disrespect and disobedience, later." She smiled at Percy. Not necessarily a smile of friendliness, though. "Come here, stand in front of me." Percy gulped. And then he complied. "I must say, Percy, that these clothes you are wearing now are more suitable than any others I have seen you wear. They make you look...how shall I say it...prettier?" She laughed tauntingly. "Still, though, there is much room for improvement." And then She intentionally fingered the rustling lacy starched crinoline petticoats spilling out from underneath Her beautiful spring dress. She toyed with one of Her lacy layers. She flicked the lace back and forth. She looked at Percy. His greedy little eyes focused on Her every movement. Her every feminine movement. "Do YOU like My petticoats, Percy?" .....

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Percy swallowed hard. Clearly, his beautiful Stepmother had caught him off-guard with Her question. He swallowed hard again. "Um...um...yesssss, Mommy Dearest," he clumsily stammered. "Well." Stephanie responded, "Since you so rudely failed to show up at My boudoir this morning, I decided to forego wearing the lacy full slip you had chosen for me last night and decided to wear something a bit more...how shall I say it? Oh! Yes! Festive! There's something about the sibilant rustle of net and lace which makes a girl feel so...feminine!" She laughed gaily. "Come closer, Percy," Stephanie implored Her little stepson. She pointed to a spot directly in front of where She was sitting. She played with Her lacy pettiskirts. She fingered their white lacy hems teasingly, as if inviting Percy to join Her. Percy dutifully moved to a position directly in front of his beautiful blonde stepmother. ""There now. That's better," She smiled. "Percy, there are three brand new pinafores laying on my bed. You are to choose the one which you think I feel is most appropriate for you to wear this morning. You have five minutes to choose the...prettiest...of the three and you will be wearing it when you return. Do not disappoint Me again, Percy." Percy failed to answer his Stepmother. And he failed to curtsey for Her. Instead, he ran from the parlour, fear in his eyes. Entering his beautiful Stepmother's feminine boudoir, he went over to Her beautiful canopied bed. Lying on the pink satin and white lace comforter were indeed three pinafores...obviously suited for very prissy Little Girls. One was a baby blue muslin with eyelet lace trim on the hem. The second was a light yellow sheer cotton with embroidered yellow rosebuds. The straps were plain and it had no lace. And then there was the third pinafore. OMG! Pale pink linen with a white gauze lace overlay on the apron's skirt. The hem and the straps were of scalloped white chantilly lace. But beneath the raw silk skirt of the pinafore was a double layer of white tulle and net, heavily embellished with wide white bands of dainty lace. The pinafore's skirt stood out almost like a...a...a...dress. Percy held it up against his body. The bottom half was slightly poufy. And the wide white lacy hem was much like a Little Girl's dress. The wide gauze sash left plenty of room to be tied in a large, most ornate bow. Time was passing quickly. Very quickly. Percy knew the "choice" was obvious. So he quickly pulled the pale pink Little Girl-style lace pinafore over his head and tugged at the.....skirt. It was soooooo short, just barely covering his short shorts, and just slightly above his knees. And it was poufy. And, yes...oh, yes, it rustled enchantingly as the double layers of tulle and net swished when he took his first steps in it. He soon realized it was impossible to stop the constant swishing. And the exquisitely lacy hem of the pinafore's outer skirt floated femininely over the poufed skirting underneath. Poor little Percy shamefully returned to the parlour, and found his beautiful Stepmother now sitting in the middle of the white sofa. The white sofa with the pale pink rosebuds embroidered into the deep rich silk fabric. And Her voluminous layers of lacy white crinoline and net petticoats spilling out everywhere! Percy returned to a position of submissive attention, directly in front of his Stepmother. "Come closer, my dear boy." Percy obeyed. But he didn't curtsey. "So. Percy, how do you like your dainty pinafore? Do you like the skirting beneath it? Hmmmm...?" She took Her long fingers and toyed with the lacy hem of the pinafore and its lacy gauze overskirt. She lifted the skirt of his pinafore to examine the double layer of tulle and net lace underskirting. She flicked the lace. She crackled the stiff net crinoline. She looked up at Her red-faced stepson, smiling triumphantly. "Fix your lace, Percy. I see some wrinkles. I will not tolerate wrinkled lace in my presence. ESPECIALLY on little boys! Now fix it!!" Poor Percy. Forced to touch his own lace. To straighten out wrinkles. The gauze lace overlay first. He plucked and straightened. Then the lacy hem of his pinafore skirt. And, finally, he was forced to lift the pinafore's short underskirting and scrutinize every inch of the beautiful white lace adorning the hems of the tulle and crinoline net. Ohhhhh....why? Percy thought to himself. I'M A BOY!!! A BOY!!! And look at ME now!!! Just look at ME!!! Subservient to his beautiful, feminine, and domineering Stepmother, Percy both despised Her, feared Her, and yet was completely, totally, under Her mesmerizingly feminine control. Stephanie was reading his every thought. Sensing the conflict raging deep within him. Relishing Her control. And wanting more. Much much more...