~Ruffled White Lace & Pink Satin Bows~

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Meanwhile, Percy's feet felt as if they were stuck in concrete. While the desire to run from the parlour, dressed in this childishly embarrassing dainty lacy pinafore had shamed Percy to no end, his beautiful Stepmother exerted a certain control over him that he just could not deny. And now She was even more beautiful than ever, resplendent in Her lacy petticoats, legs crossed, and smiling triumphantly at him. "I asked you a question, Percy. Do you like Mommy's petticoats?" And then, before he could answer Her, Percy's beautiful Stepmother directed her timid little stepson to take a seat beside Her on the couch. And because She was sitting in the middle, and her exposed lacy pettis spilled out over the sofa, She took them in Her hands, pulled them close to Her, pursed Her lips, and pointed to Her right side, ordering him to take a seat directly beside Her. Percy lowered himself quickly onto the sofa, not thinking for one second that while he was attired in the frilliest of pinafores, his failure to smoothe out his "skirts" before sitting down would be remembered by his Stepmother. As soon as he relaxed, albeit very nervously on his rather cramped side of the sofa, his beautiful Stepmother released Her full skirts, and spread the multi layers of white lace and net all over poor Percy's little legs. Now he was virtually covered in a grand display of rustling crinoline, net, tulle, and lace. His legs were engulfed in this utter display of his supremely confident Stepmother's femininity.  And when he instinctively attempted to bravely shove the lacy layers back towards his beautiful Stepmother, She stopped him cold. She firmly grabbed his wrist. It hurt Percy! But he dared not show it. Stephanie smiled warmly at Her trapped little stepson. She glared at Percy. "You are NEVER permitted to touch My petticoats, Percy! Unless..." She hesitated, and smiled confidently, "You are given permission. Now.....my dear little boy.....would you like to touch Mommy's petticoats? Perhaps fix my wrinkled lace? After all, Percy dear,you HAVE been a naughty little boy.  Neglecting to curtsey. Failing to meet me in My boudoir this morning.  After all, so many infractions in one morning should result in some form of punishment. And I did tell you, Percy, dear, that failure to obey my simple rules might necessitate my putting you in a nice full, stiff lace petticoat to help you remember your manners. You have been a very naughty child this morning, Percy. And I simply will not tolerate unruly little boys, especially in My home. Perhaps a visit to my dear friend Nancy Gilbert's delightfully feminine salon will allow me to see how you would respond to proper discipline if you were fitted for your very own frilly party dresses. You DO remember Miss Nancy's delightful little salon, don't you Percy?"...

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The parlour room was silent, except for the constant rustling and swishing of Percy's beautiful Stepmother's billowing petticoats. Finally, after several seconds of prolonged silence, Percy begged his Stepmother, "Please, Mommy Dearest! Oh, please don't say such shameful things to me. I'm a boy!!! Please don't take me back to that awful place again. Only girls go there!!!" Stephanie quickly replied, "Hmph! You'll do what I tell you to do or else. Do you understand, Percy?" She glared icily at Her little stepson. And then She laughed. "It might be rather humorous to see you mincing about in frilly little party dresses! Why who knows..." She hesitated, "You might even like it!!!" She laughed again. "Ohhhhh please don't say that, Mommy Dearest!! Please!!" Percy begged. "I will do whatever I think is necessary to curb your unruly boyish behavior, Percy dear. Now...serve Mommy Dearest Her tea. And..." She added, "Neglect to curtsey again and you'll find yourself in  petticoats...................permanently." With that She waved Her hand dismissively, collected Her petticoat layers in Her hands, and allowed Percy to extract himself from his position on the sofa. But when Percy stood up, he quickly realized his dainty pinafore was a terribly wrinkled mess. "PERCY!!!!" Stephanie shouted. "Just look at your skirts!!! They are wrinkled!!! Clearly you have no appreciation for the finer things in your life." Glaring at Percy, his beautiful blonde Stepmother ordered him to "Lay yourself over my lap, Percy....immediately." She pulled the skirt of Her dress up, revealing layer after of layer of snow white crinoline and dainty white lace. And then She pulled poor little mesmerized Percy over Her lap, his head buried in the corner of his Stepmother's net and lace pettis. And then, while ordereing him to lay completely still, She raised the poufy skirt of her little stepson's frilly pinafore over his head, pulled down his short shorts, pulled back Her long, slender hand, and....WHACKKKK!!!" "OUCH" Percy yelled. "Please, Mommy Dearest, THAT HURT!" "Silence, Percy!" And then....WHACKKKKKK!!! Her long hand stung little Percy's bottom again. WHACKKKK!!! Again. WHACK!!!!! Again. Percy was crying now. "OHHHHHHHHHH PUHLEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZEEEEEEE, Mommy Dearest! Please Stop!" "Do you promise to be a good little boy, Percy? Do you promise to obey me?" "OHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSS MOMMY DEAREST!!!!!!!" Percy sobbed. "My, my Percy, you cry just like a...Little Girl!" Stephanie laughed mockingly. "Perhaps I do need to put you in frilly party dresses!" She laughed gaily. "You could be Mommy's little sissy boy! Would Percy like that? Hmmmmm...?" She laughed tauntingly. "NO! Oh please No, Mommy!!!! Please don't make me wear a dress!!!" "Then stop that silly crying, Percy. Honestly, Percy, I know Little Girls who have been spanked and don't cry like you do. You're such a little sissy!" She ordered Her sobbing little stepson off Her lap. When Percy had gotten back on his feet and again was standing directly in front of his now very regal and dominant Stepmother, he pulled his shorts back up and then instinctively attempted to fluff out the skirts of his wrinkled pinafore. He had little success. "JUST LOOK AT YOUR PRETTY BOW!!! YOU UNGRATEFUL BOY!!!! You've ruined your bow!!! How dare you!!!" Stephanie scolded Percy, unable to see the untied bow in the back of his frilly pinafore. "TURN AROUND!!!" He meekly complied. Without curtseying. Again. "YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE WRETCH! I buy you something pretty and feminine to wear and this is how you show me your appreciation?" Finally, She snapped the bow tightly around his waist. "TURN AROUND!!!" She ordered. "Stand at attention. Hands to your side. "And then She went to work attempting to smoothe out the many wrinkles that had been created. And whether Percy himself had actually caused the wrinkles, it didn't matter. Percy realized HE was being held accountable for the wrinkles...and he was worried...very worried...that he would pay dearly for this...

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For the next couple of minutes Stephanie plucked and played with Percy's frilly pinafore. She toyed playfully...teasingly, with Her surprisingly subservient stepson. She made absolutely no effort to conceal the multiple lacy layers of Her own crinoline net lace petticoats. And She realized to Herself with growing satisfaction...and curiosity...a certain glazed look in Percy's eyes as they affixed themselves greedily on Her lacy petti layers. Her stepson's dainty little fetish for all things feminine and lacy were not lost on Stephanie. And Her insatiable desire to completely dominate this rude, naughty, disrespectful little boy who had professed his disdain for Her was not forgotten. Nor was the clause in Her late husband's will, (Percy's father) which left Percy a fortune when he reached his twenties. Until then, however, Stephanie was in control. And now She planned to maximize that control to the point that poor little Percy would be a mere afterthought when it came time to divide the estate. Oh yes, Stephanie Anderson knew poor little Percy's weakness and, ironically, Her own abject femininity would be just perfect for the careful execution Her little plan. Finally, satisfied that She had done the best She could do with the wrinkled pinafore, She concluded Her efforts by making a delightful (to Her, at least!) frou frou with the crinoline and tulle underskirting of the short, frilly, ultrafeminine Little Girl-style pinafore Her stepson had been forced to put on. Then, toying with the ultralcy hem of Her little stepson's pinny, She remarked, "It is clear to me that your mannerisms are far too rough and uncouth for such a refined home as this, Percy. How can I ever entertain guests, especially Ladies and Little Girls? I simply will not tolerate unruly boyish behavior. I have tried to allow you the opportunity to change. Yet you refuse. Even a simple task such as serving Me tea has been a disaster." She continued to playfully flick the lacy hem of his pinafore between Her long, manicured painted fingernails. "And then you violate the sanctity of My private boudoir, put your grubby little hands on my expensive silk and satin lace lingerie...and deny even being in there." She fluffed the skirt of his short poufy pinny. "There are ways of disciplining recalcitrant young boys...like you...Percy. As a matter of fact," She added coyly, "My dear friend Nancy Gilbert has experience with naughty little boys who refuse to obey their Mommies." She laughed. Looking up at a wide-eyed Percy, She added, "I do believe some of those little boys' Mommies have even taken Their own little boys on private tours of Nancy's adorably feminine little establishment. You DO remember YOUR visit with Mommy, don't you, Percy? ALL of those adorabe frilly party frocks? Ms. Gilbert DOES offer private tours for some of Her more select clients and Ladyfriends, Percy. Perhaps you would like for Mommy Dearest to arrange our own little private viewing of those little frilly party dresses? Hmmmmm....?" Not waiting for Percy to answer, Stephanie added,  "And Ms. Nancy also claims that HER methods for disciplining naughty little boys do produce excellent results!!!" Standing up, Stephanie Anderson  fluffed out Her own full skirts, and said to Her obviously startled little stepson. "I really don't have time for tea, my dear. I have pressing business to discuss with one of my VERY best girlfriends...Nancy Gilbert. Now...you be a good little boy, Percy, and I'll be back later today." As She started to leave the parlour, She turned around, adding, "Oh, Percy, I expect you to be freshly bathed and in my boudoir at four thirty sharp this afternoon. Do NOT be one second late. And until then, while I am away, stay out of Mommy's boudoir. Do I make myself clear, Percy dear?" Percy gulped. And he stammered, "Y-y-y-yesss, Mommy Dearest." And while Stephanie waited for yet another curtsey that never came, a frightened Percy galloped past his beautiful blonde Stepmother as quickly as his little feet could carry him...

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Stephanie laughed to Herself. And She also reflected on the eagerly expected mesmerizing effect Her own frothy petticoats had on Her hapless (and helpless!) stepson. While She had somewhat instinctively sensed a bit of subservience on Percy whenever She was femininely dressed in lacy slips, rustling petticoats, and feminine dresses, She had gone out of Her way this morning to tease, tantalize, and titillate little Percy. Like putty in Her skillful hands!!! She beamed a wide, triumphant smile. She even swished Her own rustling, crackling pettis, making feminine frou frou with Her skirts, in the parlour. And now She plotted Her next little delightfully feminine trap for the brash, boyish, yet vulnerable little Percy. Upon returning to her feminine boudoir, Stephanie removed the shirtwaist dress She had worn this bright sunny morning and then took off the three starched white crinoline and lace petticoats She had worn so proudly...and teasingly for her recalcitrant stepson. She hung the dress back up in Her large walkin closet. And then, smiling to Herself, Stephanie carefully arranged each poufy white confection of lace and net upon the pale pink satin comforter of Her canopied four-poster bed. Walking over to one of the drawers in a large beautiful white armoire, She retrieved a very small pink satin bow. And reaching up under the poufy clouds of net and lace, She very carefully placed the delicate pale pink satin bow deliberately under the wide white lacy hem of the second tier of the three-tiered party petticoat laying between the other two lacy pettis She had worn...just for Percy. After making certain that the small bow would drop to the floor if anyone (?!?) examined the frilly lace confections while She was gone, She changed into an ultralacy ivory full slip with wide scalloped ivory lace at the bodice and a generous four-inch wide scalloped ivory lace hem. Then She found a rather sheer pencil-thin white linen shirtdress to wear over Her lacy slip. Unbuttoning the final two buttons on the front of the dress, of course, allowed for Her lacy hem to expose itself proudly whether She was sitting, standing, or walking. Perfect (!)...for that little sissy percy, She thought to Herself. I'll give him a tease before I leave for my lunch with Nancy, Stephanie resolved. Reinforce his juvenile feminine tendencies. Prepare him...slowly...for what I really plan to do to the little brat. He'll wonder all day if I'll be in my slip when he meets Me this afternoon in My boudoir. And just in case he has the least bit of resolve to resist My little invitation, a generous display of MY Lace should take care of that. A touch of blush, a bit of eyeshadow, and fresh lipstick and She was ready to go. Of course, there would be one stop before She left for Her luncheon with Nancy. As She slipped on four-inch heels to add even more height to her already leggy body, the tall blonde clicked Her heels across the hardwood floors, and up the long staircase, down the long hallway, and marched straight into Percy's bedroom. The frilly pinafore Percy had worn just minutes earlier had been carelessly dumped on Percy's bed, his short shorts were thrown on the floor, and now he was dressed in a ragged pair of blue jeans and an old t-shirt. After briefly surveying the "damage," Stephanie announced Her arrival. Percy barely acknowledged Her. Of course, curtseying never entered his feeble little boyish head. But......when his beautiful Stepmother sat on his bed, slowly crossed Her long legs, and allowed the wide scalloped lace hem of Her feminine slip to display itself proudly, Stephanie KNEW She had Her little stepson's undivided attention. So......before addressing Percy, Stephanie deliberately took Her right hand, laid it on the lacy slip, fingered Her lace, and addressed Her recalcitrant, disrespectful little stepson. "Percy dear, I will be gone for several hours. When I return, let me remind you that I expect you to be in My boudoir at the appointed time. You DO remember what time I expect you to be there, don't you, Percy?" Percy's eyes were somewhere between looking at the lacy hem of his beautiful Stepmother's exquisite satin slip and looking at Her perfectly made up face. "Percy!! I asked you a question!" Percy blinked his surprised eyes, almost as if he had been in his own private "Never Never Land." "Yes, I remember," Percy said curtly...a tone of disrespect in his voice. Stephanie immediately thought to Herself that once Percy was back in his ugly boy clothes, he quickly reverted back to his nasty disrespectful little self. "Let me warn you, Percy...again...My boudoir is off limits...until you arrive at the designated time this afternoon." Percy responded by giving his beautiful Stepmother a smirk. And Stephanie rewarded Her rude little stepson by slowly getting up, taking a minute to smoothe out Her skirt, and then, towering over Percy, looked threateningly down at him. And then She grabbed his chin with Her right hand, squeezed it hard, pinching it, and waited for the tears to come to Percy's little eyes. And when he tried to recoil, She squeezed harder, looking down straight into Her cowering little stepson's wide eyes. "Do you like my lacy slip, little boy? Hmmmm...? I know you do, my sissy little stepson. Don't be late, Percy. Or you may quickly find yourself in a pretty full lace petticoat...made especially for dainty and feminine Little Girls...and certain disobedient, disrespectful, little boys...who don't listen to their Mommies. Do I make myself perfectly clear, Percy Dearest?" She squeezed Percy's little chin even harder. "Y-y-yessss." Percy said. "Yes what, Percy?" She squeezed. Percy's chin was hurting. And he desperately didn't want his Stepmother to know it. "YES,.....~MOMMY DEAREST~. "That's better, Percy." Stephanie released Her iron grip and turned to exit Percy's bedroom. But before She left, Stephanie warned Percy again, "Don't be late, Percy." As soon as Percy knew his beautiful Stepmother had gone, he rubbed the soreness from his chin, rather he tried to rub it from his chin. And then he ran into the bathroom, grabbed some tissue, and wiped the tears from his frightened little eyes...

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While Percy had waited for his Stepmother to leave, and had regained the feeling back in his chin, his conflicted little mind was torn among sweet thoughts of his beautiful Stepmother in one of Her laciest slips to Her petticoated dress to Her repeated firm warnings about his scheduled rendezvous with Her later that afternoon. And, of course, one thing Percy was not in the least "conflicted" about, at least for the moment was his eagerness to rummage and plunder...yet again...despite the warnings from his beautiful Stepmother, the intoxicatingly mysterious...and ultrafeminine boudoir of his beautiful Stepmother. He just HAD to go back in there. He resolved to be very careful this time. To resist the compelling temptations to touch...to feel...and, yes...even to...wear just one item. That's right, Percy assured himself. Certainly NO woman, no matter how meticulously She kept Her lingerie, would be able to detect just one piece of lingerie, a half slip...a LACY half slip (of course)...ever so slightly tampered with. And while Percy didn't stop to question this mysterious attraction he had for his Stepmother's frilly lacy lingerie, he did shamefully think it a bit "strange" that he, a boy, possessed this strong desire to experience that certain "feeling" he got whenever he saw a hint of lace, a flash of crinoline, or...well, anything that was decidedly...feminine. He just couldn't help it. But he dismissed it as a simple "game" of seeking a certain "forbidden fruit" and avoiding capture. And, yet, when he thought of getting caught by his beautiful Stepmother...and Her warnings to punish him...that, too, for some reason, excited Percy. So, in the end, Percy decided that he was simply too smart, too cunning,  to ever actually get caught. Furthermore, he "rationalized" in his own juvenile, immature, boyish way that, in the end, his Stepmother's threats were really hollow and meaningless. Percy was able to rationalize anything, especially his overwhelming fetish for (sissydom), that he simply believed, in the end, that he would never get caught and, if he did, well, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. But for NOW, he was going to scamper downstairs and "just look around," he promised himself. He even half (?) convinced himself that he would be able to resist any temptation to touch, feel, caress, or try on. So....when Percy got to the bottom of the long staircase, he carefully looked around to see if "She" was anywhere around. He looked through the front window to see if Her car was in the driveway. He ran outside and checked the garage. And while the garage door was open, Stepmother's Cadillac was gone. So Percy eagerly ran back inside the large house. And then he made his way quickly, and with purpose, to Stepmother's bedroom. But whe he arrived, alas, he found the door closed. Strange, he thought. Stepmother always left it open when She was out of the house. Certainly, he hoped, She hadn't locked it. Percy's heart sank for a moment. And it was beating fast!!!!! But when Percy turned the doorknob, half expecting the door to be locked, he received a pleasant surprise when the door easily opened into Her beautiful feminine boudoir. And when little Percy laid eyes on the beautiful canopied bed, he get the BIGGEST surprise of his life!!! The motherlode!!! OMG!!! How lucky was this!!! There "they" were!!! In all their splendor! Heaped one on top of the other!!! More lace and net and tulle than little Percy had EVER seen in his young life!!! His knees buckled at this magnificent sight!!! Lying right there in all of their lacy glory. Petticoats! HER petticoats! The very petticoats SHE had worn just minutes earlier. The same net and lace frillies that She had so skillfully tempted Percy's eyes with. The same poufy clouds of crinoline and lace that SHE had deliberately spilled over Percy's knees when She had ordered him to sit next to Her on the sofa. And, yes, The same petticoats She had forced Percy to bury his head in shamefully while She had spanked his bottom. And now...they were just inches away from Percy. He didn't even need a key to open the armoire to see them. How much easier could this have been?!? After all, he reasoned, She would never know if he just touched them, examined them, maybe felt that mesmerizing lace. And so, like a moth to a flame, little Percy reached out with one hand and ran it over the crackling, rustling, ultrafeminine...and very personal possession of HER. His Stepmother. Blonde. Beautiful. Feminine. And every utterance of any warning She had given him wafted away with the sweet smell of HER perfume as it had nestled into the folds and tiers of the snow white net, crinoline, and lace. Percy took several layers of the intoxicating femininity and held it close to his face, the combination of the sweet smell of HER perfume, and the delicate white lace pettilayers, representing the forbidden fruit that Percy had so "easily" discovered...

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Little Percy's heart was beating a mile a minute! And little Percy thought how brave he had been to enter this inner sanctum of ultimate feminine mystery. As he lay on the pale pink satin comforter of his beautiful Stepmother's four-poster canopied bed, he was already carefully calculating the steps he would have to take to disguise his mid-morning invasion of Her boudoir. He quickly crawled off his Stepmother's large bed and tried to smoothe out every single wrinkle he had carelessly created on the comforter. He made sure he had not touched any of the matching pillows arranged perfectly by his Stepmother. And then he feasted his greedy little eyes on the real prize! The petticoats. HER petticoats! Magnificent poufy white clouds of rustling net and lace just tempting him to pick Them up. But little Percy hesitated before giving in to Their intoxicating temptation. He tried to mentally picture how the first petticoat had been arranged atop the others. He already knew he would give in to the temptation to pick it up and to hold it. But little Percy promised himself that SHE would not catch him this time. No way, he thought. Besides, petticoats should be easier to rearrange than slips, bras, and panties. Percy determined there was no way SHE could figure out that he had removed the petticoats from where She had arranged them just minutes earlier. So......after studying the placement of the first petticoat for only a few a few seconds, the impatient little boy brazenly jumped up on his beautiful blonde Stepmother's bed, cradled the top petticoat on the stack, and dragged it off the bed. The loud swishing and rustling of the starched white crinoline layers were both unnerving and enchanting to Percy. It was the same captivating sound of constant swishing and rustling he had heard earlier that morning when SHE had them on underneath Her beautiful full-skirted dress. Percy marvelled at the fullness of the ultrafeminine garment. He tried to hold it up to his waist. But, of course, the long petticoat dragged against the carpeted floor. Still, though, Percy had that undeniable urge to make frou frou with the full crackling pettilayers. He swished them to and fro. He felt the poufy layers sway with his every movement. He adored the ruffled white lace that lavishly trimmed each tier of Her petticoat. He counted the lacy layers. "One...two...three...four......." he whispered to himself. Then Percy gave in to yet another irresistibly feminine temptation. What was it like to actually WEAR petticoats? He just had to know. For a brief moment, though, he allowed his boyish side to ask him the question of whether or not a REAL boy would ever be caught dead wearing such a dainty, lacy, and girlishly feminine garment. After all, he told himself, wasn't THIS what Little Girls wore underneath Their frilly party dresses? Percy had been captivated by the petticoats the Little Girls wore on Easter Sunday. Or when They wore Their short dainty party dresses to the birthday parties that Percy also had attended. They were so...so...so...girly. Sometimes Percy made fun of these Little Girls. Why he had even called some of Them "sissies" for wearing such frilly little dresses. He would join in with the other boys and make fun of the Little Girls when Their lacy petticoats and Their frilly rhumba panties occasionally peeked out from beneath Their frilly dresses. But deeeeeeep down, deep in the recesses of little Percy's mind, he wondered. Yes, little Percy wondered. How would it FEEL to actually WEAR a Petticoat and...god forbid...one of those frilly little Dresses? He always tried to explain his insatiable curiosity away to himself by reminding himself that he was an excellent baseball player, and he always participated in those rough and tumble boy games on the playground at school.....And so right then, and there, in the ultrafeminine confines of his beautiful Stepmother's bedroom, he gave in to the ultimate temptation. He swallowed hard. He even felt his face flush a deep (shamefully embarrassing) deep red. His heart was racing. He even hesitated for a second, just to ask himself one more time if this was really was something he wanted to do because, after all, he WAS a boy. But the lacy tiers of net and lace were simply too much for little Percy. And in a flash, he had removed his jeans and unceremoniously deposited them on the floor. Then he gripped the elasticized white satin ribbon wasteband of the poufy petticoat and s-l-o-w-l-y stepped into it. The net and lace hissed at little Percy as if mocking him and his weakness to submit to anything lacy and feminine. Percy pulled the long pettiskirts up to his waist. He noticed, of course, how long the petticoat was as it dragged across the carpet. SO he daintily took the heavily starched layers of net and lace between the fingers of both hands and tried to lift the bulky pettiskirts up high enough for him to experience the sensation of walking in Petticoats. After a few minutes of sashaying around his Stepmother's feminine bedroom, Percy stopped and looked back at Her bed. At the other two lacy confections still arranged on his Stepmother's beautiful bed. And then, the greedy little sissy wanted more. One petticoat just wasn't enough to cure Percy's insatiable appetite for his beautiful Stepmother's crinoline and lace. He HAD to have another petticoat. Just one more, he thought to himself. So little Percy, trying to hold the long starched pettilayers up high enough to walk back over to the bed, stumbled near to where the next petticoat was placed. Yes, the middle petticoat. The petti, unbeknownst to Percy, that contained the small pale pink satin bow, carefully tucked into an inner tier by his conniving, beautiful, and very feminine Stepmother...

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Little Percy had no idea how difficult it was to navigate himself in such a frothy petticoat. As he threw himself back onto his Stepmother's large bed, he realized that it might be necessary for him to remove the bulky ultrafeminine concoction of net and lace until he could manage to remove the second petticoat from atop his Stepmother's bed. So he slid off the satin comforter, almost falling to the floor. The lacy confection hissed and swished and rustled all about his little male body as he fought to gain his balance on the thick pile carpet. Finally, he carefully extracted himself from the lacy starched petticoat, heaped it in a pile on the floor, and climbed back up on HER bed to examine the second petticoat. Immediately Percy noticed that THIS petticoat was far LACIER, poufier, and possessed even MORE tiers (!!!) of net and lace than the one he had just worn. He just HAD to put it on!!! His compulsion to wear such a decidedly feminine garment overwhelmed any feelings of shame or embarrassment his little feeble boyish conscience might feel. Besides. he quickly reasoned, he was ALONE. Who would know? It wasn't like there was going to be anybody around (like those pretty Little Girls in their frilly party dresses he had teasingly callled "sissies") to see him. His beautiful Stepmother was out of the house. Percy knew, of course, he dared NEVER to reveal to HER his deep fascination for all things dainty, lacy, and feminine. SHE would be sure to tease HIM!!! Maybe evven use this weakness of his to control him?!? That would NEVER happen, though, because She would NEVER find out. For the moment, this glorious morning moment when he was all alone in his Stepmother's feminine sanctuary...with HER very own frothy and frilly lace petticoats...Percy cast all boyish caution to the wind. And so he turned his attention, ALL of it, to the magnificent party petticoat now only inches away from Percy's probing little fingers. He immediately was drawn to the wide ruffled white lace overskirt as it covered the outer tier of starched rustling white crinoline. Peeling back the lacy overskirt, Percy discovered SIX  stiff tiers of snow white crinoline net. EACH tier was trimmed in ruffled white lace at the hem. And EVERY layer had wide flashes of lacy white flowers embroidered over the crinoline skirts. The poufy pile of snow white net and lace was just waiting to ensnare its unsuspecting sissy victim. It beckoned for little Percy to try It on...just once. The net and lace whispered to him musically. The sweet aroma of his beautiful Stepmother's feminine perfume still wafted amidst the folds of dainty ruffled white lace. It was the ultimate cotton candy for a sissy. Especially for this weak little boy who had been so brazen on so many occasions to call Little Girls, REAL Little Girls who been born with the exquisitely feminine privilege of wearing such ultrafeminine garments, albeit in Their own special Little Girl  sizes beneath Their own very special frilly party dresses, SISSIES. Ohhhhh, the irony of this moment!!! Here he was, poor little Percy, entrapped and ensnared by the same frilly net and lace that he had so publicly decried as sissyish. Unable to resist the temptations of these same sissy urges. Yet able to justify his frilly little game of dress-up simply because there was nobody, no frilly and dainty Little Girls, no beautiful Stepmother...nobody...to witness his total acquiescence to these most feminine of garments. He smiled brazenly to himself. Triumphantly. He had tricked everyone!!! And so now, all by himself, little Percy took the lavishy lace-embellished petticoat from its pile on his Stepmother's large bed, and slithered it rustlingly and lacily off the bed. It was breathtakingly feminine!! His little knees buckled as he held the rustling and lacy confection of swirling starched white crinoline by its own satin ribbon elasticed waistband. He held it against his small boyish frame. He saw the fulll-length antique swivel mirror in the corner of the boudoir and dragged the rustling petticoat over to where he could stand in front of the mirror and hold the lacy garment in front of his trembling little boyish frame. It was the absolutely frilliest, laciest, swishiest, most FEMININE (thereby SISSYISH) garment Percy had ever laid his eyes on! Gazing at himself in the mirror, and holding this most feminine of his beautiful Stepmother's special lingerie against his chest, Percy held it up just a little bit higher, the waistband reaching his chin. He wanted to see the effects of the abundance of ruffled white lace on the hems of the stiff tiers as it grazed his ankles. Its swishing and rustling were like music to Percy's ears. Decidedly. Feminine. Decidedly. Girly. Decidedly. Sissyish...