~Ruffled White Lace & Pink Satin Bows~

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His arms slightly trembling, little Percy dropped the billowing party petticoat to where it carefully rested in a swishy pool of white net and lace at his feet. He reached down, looked for the satin ribbon waistband, and placed his little hands inside. Opening the waistband, little Percy slowly stepped in. It rustled. It swished. Percy slowly began to pull the poufy confection up his little legs. As he did, he noticed how much the petticoat flared out around him in every direction. It was so full he couldn't see his little feet. And the ultralacy net overskirt, the outermost tier, glistened as the late-morning sun shone in through the bedroom windows. Again, the longish petticoat was pullled to near Percy's chin. It swayed and swished with each step Percy took,  the little boy heading back to stand in front of the mirror. Percy femininely (sissyishly) grabbed the lacy pettiskirts and made rustling frou frou with them. Torn between utter boyish shame and ultimate sissy ecstasy, little Percy played and sashayed about the boudoir for so long that he completely lost track of time. Sitting in his party petticoat at his beautiful Stepmother's makeup vanity, his billowing pettiskirts spread out over both sides of the feminine settee, Percy carefully examined the various eyeshadows, lipsticks, blushers, powders, and brushes carefully arranged by his Stepmother. He made sure not to move any item, though, for fear that "She" might find out. And when Percy finally looked at the small clock on his Stepmother's nightstand, he realized it was already almost four o'clock. Where had the time gone!? He had to rush to get out of that billowing petticoat, place it carefully on the last remaining petti still on Her bed, and then meticulously stack the first one he had tried on back on top. He smiled confidently at his memory of how the petticoats had been arranged on the bed by his Stepmother. He was confident he would replicate the positions. The little boy quickly removed the rustling party petticoat, stacked it very carefully on the bed, and then took the first one he had worn and placed it on top. He fiddled with them for a few minutes until he was confident he had left them just the way he had discovered them. He knew he had to make a beeline out of that room. And just as he took one final look, satisfied his Stepmother would never find out, he saw something resting on the white carpet. "What's that?" Percy spoke to himself. When he reached down, he saw a small pale pink satin ribbon bow. "Where did this come from?" He asked himself. He examined it closely and could not remember seeing it on either of the petticoats he had tried on. And when he heard his Stepmother's car door close from the outside, little Percy panicked, albeit just for a few seconds, until he decided to toss the little bow under his Stepmother's large bed. And then he made a quick dash out of the room.....remembering to close the door behind him, as he had found it earlier. He galloped up the long staircase just as his Stepmother entered the house through the front door. "Percy, I'm home!" Percy decided not to answer Her, fearing She would question him about his day. So he stayed upstairs in his room as the minutes ticked away. And thirty minutes before his scheduled appointment in his beautiful Stepmother's bedroom, little Percy asked himself if he should meet Her, or should he defy Her, stand up for himself, and refuse to appear before his beautiful, blonded, controlling Stepmother...

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Poor little Percy. Alone in his room. It was so silent he could hear the clock on the wall ticking away the seconds. Four thirty would be here in twenty-two minutes. He had spent all day playing dressup in his beautiful Stepmother's most private room in the entire mansion - Her boudoir. He had even dared try on some of Her most decidedly feminine garments...Her petticoats. And no matter how hard little Percy tried to deny the sheer ecstasy he had felt sampling Her "forbidden fruit," he still managed to convince himself...at least he hoped he had...that what he had done was nothing more than a little "boys will be boys" mischief while his beautiful Stepmother had been away. He even had reassured himself that he had carefully stacked Her poufy clouds of petticoated lace and net back on Her bed in a way that She wouldn't even notice they had been removed. When Percy briefly entertained thoughts of not meeting his beautiful Stepmother in Her feminine boudoir in just a few minutes, he knew better. Because no matter how brave little Percy thought he was, the ultrafeminine allure of his beautiful Stepmother, and Her elegant boudoir was simply too much for Percy to resist. So...Percy quickly ran a slightly perfumed bath, scrubbed himself quickly, put on a pair of short white shorts and a thin cotton white shirt, sneakers, and then he ran downstairs to meet his beautiful blonde Stepmother...at 4:29...without his lacy pinafore. This time his Stepmother's boudoir had its doors shut. Percy gulped. And then he knocked on the door. "Come in, Percy Dear," Stephanie replied. She was standing right behind the door when Her little stepson walked in. She was wearing Her lavishly lacy ivory colored satin full slip. And it was soooooo lacy! Her beautiful blonde hair was now held tightly in a bun. And She was wearing black horn-rimmed eyeglasses. Her lipstick was cherry red. Her five-inch stiletto heels added extra height to the already tall model-like figure of this stunningly beautiful woman. Her hands were on Her hips. She was not smiling. Percy was quickly overcome by Her beauty...and Her femininity. Her perfume was sweet. Her demeanor, however, was not. Percy failed to curtsey. "Close the door, Percy." She ordered him. He obeyed. He noticed Her petticoats had been put away. She pointed to Her bed. Resting on top of the pale pink satin comforter was a fairly large white box, gift-wrapped in pale pink satin ribbon. It had a white ruffled lace bow.  "Open it, Percy," his Stepmother ordered. Ms. Nancy sent it especially for you. "S...S...S...Step........moth.....er........m...m...must.....I?" Percy half pleaded. "WHAT did you call me?" She angrily responded. "M...M...Mom....mieeeee...Dear...est." "That's better." She handed him the ultrafemininely wrapped present. "Open it, Percy Dear." She smiled...

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The little boy gulped. His little fingers trembled as his beautiful blonde Stepmother forced the box into his hands. She fingered the wide lacy hem of Her feminine satin full slip. As Percy prepared to open his gift, his Stepmother commented, a hint of sarcasm in Her voice, "I just know, Percy dear, you're going to LOVE it!" She laughed gaily. Percy laid the box down on his Stepmother's bed, slowly unwrapping the pink satin and ruffled white lace bow. And then he removed the white wrapping paper. Finally, he undid the scotch tape sealing the box and slowly removed the top half of the box. Several alternating layers of white and pale pink tissue paper were next. As Percy slowly peeled away the layers of rustling tissue paper, his little fingers suddenly stopped. Carefully arranged beneath the tissue was a treasure trove of LACE. Ruffled white lace!!! Percy's breathing became measured. His hands recoiled in horror! His boyish instincts triggered a desperate defense mechanism. It didn't work. "Go ahead, Percy! Pick it up! Take it out of the box! Go ahead!" She ordered the little boy. When Percy removed the ultralacy confection from the box, and held it up in front of him, it fanned out in a mass of snow white ruffled lace. Masses of it!!! "It's called an ascot, my dear! It will go perfectly with your new suit!" Stephanie added excitedly. Percy quizzically looked at his beautiful Stepmother, looking regal in her lacy satin slip. She took the lacy ascot from her frightened little stepson and directed him to return to the box. There was more inside, hidden away beneath more layers of rustling pink and white tissue paper. And when Percy removed a bit more of the paper, he then saw what appeared to be a white shirt...thin material...and, ugh, oh no(!)....a series of small baby blue and white pearl buttons...down the back of the shirt. And puffed sleeves...with more ruffled white lace trim on the cuffs...with a pale baby blue satin ribbon running thru the ruffled white lace. And a high lace collar. And when Percy hesitated too long in removing the blouse from the box, his beautiful Stepmother pulled it out for Her little stepson, opend it up for him to see, and then She pinned it against his chest, as if to check its sizing. "Perfect!" She exclaimed triumphantly. And when She laid it on the pale pink satin comforter of Her magnificent canopied bed, She took the ultralacy, ultrasissyish ascot and arranged it carefully under the top white pearl button at the neck of the frilly blouse. She implored poor Percy to continue. "Isn't the little bluse just adorable, Percy?" Pointing to the box, She "helped" Percy remove several more layers of tissue paper. And as two thin layers of white paper were hurriedly and excitedly whisked away by Percy's beautiful Stepmother, he laid eyes on what appeared to be a suit jacket of sorts. But this was hardly any ordinary jacket. Oh noooo. It was PINK! A very pale...feminine pink, Percy thought to himself. The fabric was shiny! "Pure silk, my dear little boy!" Percy's Stepmother exclaimed. And no buttons, save for the three small pearl buttons on each outer sleeve. "Your lacy ascot should rest very prettily against the pink silk of your pretty suit jacket, Percy," She teased.  Removing the jacket from the box, Stephanie ordered her stepson to stand still while She put him in it. Immediately Percy realized how short it was...and that the sleeves were about three inches too short. "Perfect!" Percy's stepmother proclaimed. And She quickly removed it and placed it carefully on top of Her bed. Then She ordered Percy back to the box, "helping" poor Percy to remove more layers or rustling pink and white tissue paper until...

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Carefully arranged atop more layers of pale pink tissue paper were a new pair of shorts for little Percy. Of course, these weren't just any kind of shorts. "Pale baby blue silk, the same baby blue silk matching the pale blue satin ribbon running thru the frilly lace of the delicate blouse. "Go ahead, my dear little stepson, take them out and hold them up for Mommie Dearest to see!" And poor little Percy reached into the box, removed the satiny, silky shorts, and noticed immediately how small and short they were. There was no zipper fly in the front. Oh no. Instead, a series of small white pearl buttons replaced the zipper front. At least ten of them! "How perfectly sweet!" Percy's Stepmother exclaimed. "A vast improvement over that slovenly boyish attire you are wearing now. Your very own Little Lord Fauntleroy suit...only...prettier! But..." She added, "There's more!" And after laying the ridiculously short silky shorts on the bed, beneath the pale pink jacket, the intoxicatingly beautiful, and exquisitely feminine blonde woman, forced Her little stepson to remove yet even more layers of feminine tissue paper until...nestled in more white paper was a pale pink satiny, very lacy pair of frilly undies. "Pantaloons! How sweet!!" She gushed. And in Her mesmerizing British accent, She added, "Also known as knickers! Pink satin! I just adore satin! It's soooooo feminine! Perfect for you, Percy! Just perfect!" She declared. The pale pink ribbon tie waistband was embellished with ruffled white lace. And as She removed them from the box, She held them up directly in front of Her frightened little stepson. The legs were long and satiny smoothe. But what really got Percy's attention was the four rows of white ruffled lace edging the hem of these extra special panties. Now Percy's mind was working quickly to figure which was longer...the sissy shorts he could be forced to wear or...god forbid...the lavishly lace-trimmed...but long...knickers. He quickly surmised that the rows of ruffled white lace of the pantaloons would be impossible to hide. Impossible. "OH!  Look, Percy dear! The lace on your knickers matches the lacy ascot! How sweet of Nancy to coordinate your lace!" She forced Percy to hold the lacy knickers against his body while his beautiful Stepmother fingered and toyed with the lacy ruffles. Satisfied that She had teased him enough...for now...She returned to the box...for more goodies. Just below the panties was a wide white satin sash-like comberbund. But embroidered into this c-umberbund were delicate pink and blue flowers. "How sweet!" His Stepmother exclaimed, laying it, too, on Her bed. There was more. A pair of white lace cotton knee socks, with matching blue and pink satin bows on the corner of each sock, surrounded by two layers of ruffled white lace. She laid them on the bed, too, and reached back in. Nearing the bottom, She discovered a shoe box. She handed the pale pink box to Her stepson. "Open it, Percy!" She ordered him. Awaiting him were a pair of black patent leather Mary Janes, with a two-inch heel. "A far improvement over those disgusting sneakers, Percy." She remarked disdainfully. She placed the shoes back in the box and put the box on Her bed. Finally, She told him to retrieve the last item, "Made especially for you, my dear stepson, and designed...for my dear, sweetg little stepson, by Miss Nancy herself." Percy gulped...

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Removing layer after layer after layer of rustling pink and white tissue paper, Percy's eyes widened like saucers!! Nestled in the bottom of the box from Nancy Gilbert's ultrafeminine boutique, and meeting little Percy face to face, was a froth of snow white net crinoline and lavish ruffled white lace!!! Small pink satin bows adorned the stiff outer layer. A pale pink satin silk ribbon was delicately sewn into the three-inch expanse of the ruffled white lace hem of the outermost tier of the frothy confection.  But as frightening as this was to little Percy, it was the white lace encrusted and net outer layer which had embroidered into the front of it, with a matching pale pink lace feminine script reading" "PETTICOATED SISSY."  Two adorable matching little pale baby blue satin ribbons highlighted the feminine script on each side. Scrunched inside the remaining tissue papers, the petticoat was just waiting to explode into its frilly, frothy, dainty, rustling, five-tier glory as poor, poor little Percy was forced to remove it from its confines. Percy, like most secret sissies, knew this was a petticoat!!! Ohhhh yes, he knew!!! And he also knew what a "sissy" was.  His beautiful, intoxicatingly feminine blonde Stepmother laughed at him. "Go ahead, Percy. Take it out. Be Mommie Dearest's brave little boy and take YOUR petticoat out of the box..." "B...b...b...butttt..." the little boy blabbered. The nervousness...and the fear in his voice was obvious. Stephanie laughed!!! "Come now, Percy, certainly you've seen little girls' petticoats before, haven't you? When they're wearing their frilly party dresses, all lttle girls just ADORE wearing petticoats!!! Tell me, Percy, have YOU ever worn a petticoat before? Hmmmmm...?" She laughed. "They're just sooooo much fun to wear...especially under frilly party dresses! Sissy boys especially love wearing petticoats. They just can't resist wearing them...no matter how hard they try!!!..."

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Percy swallowed hard. His face was red with shame. His little knees buckled. His small hands shivered. But the sweet smell of his beautiful Stepmother's feminine perfume, Her lavishly lacy full slip, and Her determination to control and subjugate him by tempting his innermost sissy tendencies was overwhelming Percy. And poor little Percy knew it! He wanted to resist Her. He really did! (Or so he thought to himself!) But Percy had NEVER laid eyes on ANYTHING so definitively girly, dainty, frilly, lacy and feminine in his entire young life. And, yes, he admitted to himself in these seconds. Yes, he had noticed the Little Girls fluttering about in their frilly party dresses, their stiff, rustling lacy crinoline petticoats teasingly displaying themselves. Their almost nonchalant attitude about their frilly undies. Sooooo...sooooo ultrafeminine. Soooo...Little Girly. When they would sit down and attempt to suppress the bouffant frilliness of their lacy petticoat layers, Percy sometimes would stare...an almost glazed-over look in his eyes. He couldn't help it. No...little Percy just couldn't help it. To mask his little charade, Percy sometimes would join the other boys in their teasing of the little girls in their frilly dresses, at Sunday School, at birthday parties, wherever and whenever he had the chance...why, sometimes even calling them "Sissy Girls!" He especially enjoyed teasing the tomboys when they, too, had been forced by their mothers into frilly party dresses...and stiff, rustling petticoats. Because, you see, Percy reasoned that clothes did indeed make the boy. And as long as he was wearing the trousers and they were wearing dresses, he could tease all he wanted...until he became the stepson who had challenged his beautiful Stepmother on one too many occasions. And when Stephanie Anderson instinctively knew her own femininity and hes stepson's latent sissy tendencies were a perfect scenario for Her to take charge, once and for all, Her sissy stepson's fate would be sealed. And once Her dear friend, Nancy Gilbert, Proprietress of RUFFLED WHITE LACE & PINK SATIN BOWS boutique, had shared an intimate conversation with Stephanie about a particularly effective behavior modification strategy known as "Petticoating," well, Stephanie just knew Her recalcitrant little stepson's unruly and disrespectful days were numbered...Little did Percy know that Nancy Gilbert had been a disciple of petticoat punishment for many years. Ohhhhhh yes! ANY recalcitrant bad boy, unfeminine tomboy, or latent sissy who entered Ms. Gilbert's frilly and frothy boutique, accompanied by a Mother, Stepmother, Auntie, or other Female guardian for the express purpose of feminization...sissification...or BOTH...WOULD BE PETTICOATED!!! No exceptions!!! If Nancy Gilbert agreed to "assist" in the "cultural refinement," as She called it, of a disobedient or disrespectful child, it was made very clear: They WOULD be petticoated...PERMANENTLY. Yes, permanently! No exceptions. None at all.  And because the really, really, feminine Little Girls simply adored shopping there simply made the atmosphere that much more intimidating to those who, shall we say, were being "escorted" for their visit to the frilly boutique.  The fact that Nancy designed all of Her frillies, petticoats, party dresses, panties, even those adorable little Lord Fauntleroy sissy suits, meant that there was always a heavy emphasis on ~lace.~ Evenings were reserved for "appointments only." And while he didn't know it...yet...little Percy's upcoming private evening appointment to RUFFLED WHITE LACE & PINK SATIN BOWS already had been scheduled......

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Poor little Percy stood in his beautiful, feminine, and domineering Stepmother's luxuriously private boudoir, staring down at the final garment to come out of the giftbox from Nancy Gilbert's very special boutique. Never had the little boy seen anything quite so lacy...so feminine...so ultragirly...as the very special white net crinoline five-tiered petticoat staring back at him. "Take the petticoat out of the box, Percy. NOW!" She raised Her voice authoritatively. Straightend the sexy black horn-rimmed glasses She was wearing. Fingered the wide lacy hem of Her exquisite satin full slip She was wearing. Put Her hands on Her hips. And waited. Percy froze. He wished the room would swallow him up. He wished this moment would go away. But his beautiful blonde Stepmother stood there before him, Her hands still on Her hips. He saw how beautiful She was. Her ultralacy satin slip. The lavish lace at the bodice and the hem. Her sweet perfume wafted thru his senses. He wanted to run from Her boudoir. But, of course, there would be none of that. "I will not tell you again, Percy. And curtsey to me before you do so. And if you do not curtsey, I have ways to make you, my dear boy." Percy froze. His feet felt like they were in cement. "She" was just soooooo beautiful! So feminine. And...so controlling.  And with that, little Percy stared down once more at the frothy petticoat, looked at his beautiful Stepmother, and with his little hands by his sides, in his male shorts, awkwardly tried to grab the sides of his shorts as he dipped to his knees, looked down at the floor, and held this position of obedience and servitude. His Stepmother smiled triumphantly. Taking a seat on the corner of Her beautiful canopied bed, She slowly crossed Her legs, pulled down the lacy hem of Her satiny slip, toyed with Her lace, and then looked at Percy squarely in his eyes while She pinched his chin firmly. "Now...my dear naughty, disrespectful, little boy, you will do exactly as I tell you to do.  I have told you my rules for living in my house. You will follow them...every one of them. Is...that...clear?" She whispered, femininely. A tear came from Her little stepson's eye. She pinched harder. "Y...y...essss...Mom...mie Dearest," Percy uttered, his chin hurting. She released Her grip. Crossed Her legs slowly again. Tugged gently at the lace hem of Her slip. Fingered Her lace again teasingly as She displayed a triumphant smile. "There now!" She exclaimed gaily. "That's my good little boy! Now Percy...remove the petticoat...gently...from the box. Reach up underneath it and find the pink satin ribbon waistband. Grasp it by the waistband, and when you have removed it, shake it for me, Dear. I want you to hear it swish. Little Girls simply adore the swishing sound of a rustling lace petticoat under thier frilly dresses. As a matter of fact, many Little Girls adore wearing their prettiest petticoats even when They're not in Their frilly party dresses." Percy hesitated. He dreaded what was to come next. But he had no choice. He was too weak to resist his beautiful Stepmother. She was testing his boyhood. And She was winning. So he took his anxious little fingers, reached in, laid his hands on the glistrning white net and lace crinoline outer tier, and moved his fingers underneath the lacy froth until he found its pink satin ribbon waistband. He tugged boyishly at it. "Gently, Percy!' His Stepmother admonished him firmly. The stiff crinoline layers rustled and hissed at him as he clumsily pulled the sugary sweet petti from the box. And as soon as he had it out, the freed confection of net and lace exploded into the most feminine froth of Little Girl femininity Percy had ever seen. The liberated lacy tiers of  white crinoline net teasingly exposed themselves to their hapless victim...another little boy...one who had mistakenly chosen to challenge his dominant, beautiful, and very feminine Stepmother to a test of wills...and he had lost. And now poor little Percy would pay the ultimate price...