~Ruffled White Lace & Pink Satin Bows~

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Stephanie Anderson wasted no time in Her determination to once and for all exert total control over Her little nemesis. She knew his innermost secrets. His weaknesses. "Take the petticoat and shake it by its waistband, Percy. Go ahead. It won't 'bite' you." She tauntrd him, laughing. Finally Her little stepson had removed the frothy confection and was holding it by the pale pink satin ribbon waistband. The stiffly starched lacy net layers, each tier flounced with dainty white lace hems and lacy flower inlay in the crinoline, billowed out in every direction! The lacy cloud swished and hissed and rustled loudly with every movement, no matter how slight. As Percy cautiously shook the white net and lace confection, each motion seemed to increase the fullness of the bouffant confection. The pale pink satin rosebuds embroidered on the outermost tier added an even more exaggerated ultrafeminine (ultrasissy!) touch to this most intimate of all Little Girls' symbols of abject femininity. Percy immediately noticed how very full and ultra stiff and lacy the dainty petticoat was. And he also noticed how short this one was, compared to the long full petticoats of his beautiful Stepmother that he had "secretly" tried on earlier while She was away. And because this juvenile little petticoat was so short, Percy noticed how much more it swished and swayed with its every movement. Deep...very deep...in the recesses of little Percy's mind, he was momentarily terrified (and, admittedly, captivated) with the "terrible" fear of being forced to wear such a decidedly emasculating garment. And while he shook the frilly petticoat, he did his best to hold it away from his waist. Just the thought of holding such a feminine garment so close to his body...especially now...in front of his beautiful Stepmother...alone with Her now in Her feminine boudoir...would be to admit to Her that this very special garment held a unique and somewwhat boyishly embarrassing inexplicable fascination...and fear... for  little Percy. His feeble little boyish mind was deeply convicted. His beautiful Stepmother's was not. Poor little Percy watched his beautiful Stepmother studying him, almost sizing him up, as if imagining what HE would look like in petticoats. His fear grew. Almost analytically, the beautiful blonde lowered Her black horn-rimmed down over Her nose, staring and studying her little stepson intently, as if taking mental notes. And then She got up from Her position on Her bed and stood facing Percy. "Hold still, Percy. I want to see something..." And then She did the unthinkable...She took his quivering hands, while they were still holding the frilly and dainty petticoat, and forced them to draw the frothy confection...against his waist. OMG!!!!! Poor Percy!!!! Yes, little Percy was then ordered to stand still, "completely still, while I have a look." His stepmother insisted. "B...bu...ttt..." "Silence, Percy! One more word out of you and you'll be wearing that petticoat!!!" She proclaimed. He didn't move. He froze. He dared not move. He knew She meant business. And he also knew he was simply too scared (and too much of a sissy) to stop Her. She backed up a few feet. She studied him intently. It was as if She was focused on the length of the petticoat. And when Percy looked down the first thing he noticed was that he couldn't even see his feet anymore. Oh nooooo. The bouffant petticoat was so full that it ballooned out almost ninety degrees in every direction. And it was sooooooo ~lacy~! OMG!!! Percy felt humiliated. Embarrassed. After all, he WAS a BOY! And now he had been reduced...by "Her"...to this. He swallowed hard. His face burned with shame and embarrassment. And then She returned to a position of directly in front of Percy. She knelt down in front of him. Her long, feminine fingers, perfectly manicured and painted fingernails, then reached out to touch the outermost white lace-encrusted net crinoline layer of stiff white starched net. She examined the master craftsmanship. The intricate lace. The pale pink satin rosebuds. She moved Her long fingers to the 3-inch wide expanse of dainty white lace hen on the outer tier. She fingered the lace playfully. She smiled. She nodded in the affirmative to Herself. And the She raised the outer tier to examine the next tier of stiff white crinoline net. It, too, had 3-inch wide snow shite lace at the hem. And then She slowly, meticulously did the same thing with the remaining three tiers. And each time She raised a layer, it rustled. It swished. It hissed...at Percy... if taunting him for his sissy tendencies which had landed him in the very predicament. And when little Percy's Stepmother was finally finished with her careful examination of her dear friend Nnancy Gilbert's ultrasissyish creation, She dropped the layers back in place, each lacy and stiff tier of starched flounced net resting on a similarly stiff and starched lacy white layer beneath it. She stood up. She smiled triumphantly!!! She smiled as if She had won. As if She knew all of Her sissy stepson's naughty little secrets. "Perfect!!!" She proudly exclaimed to Herself...and to Percy. She giggled femininely. And then, very femininely and girlishly...and teasingly, the beautiful blonde reached back down with Her long hands, took a handful of snow white crinoline, net, and lace, and began to shake them from side to side, swishing the lacy layers playfully, like a dainty Little Girl might, and as She made frou frou with this most sissyish of petticoats, She giggled, and then whispered in the most disarming Little Girl voice he had ever heard Her use, "Thank Mommie Dearest for all your pretty gifts, you naughty little...boy..."

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Percy was almost too stunned to respond. He just wanted to get out of his beautiful Stepmother's ultrafeminine yet intimidating boudoir. "Th...th...ank...You...Mom.....mieeee...Dearest," his little voice said, shaking. "Take the pretty petticoat and lay it gently on my bed, beside the adorable shorts...that you will be wearing for Mommie Dearest when you meet Me for tea in the morning...right here, in my boudoir...precisely at eight o'clock." And then She took hold of Percy's chin again, squeezing it. "And Percy," She laughed, "You will be bathing in Mommie's bathroom in the morning. Is that clear?" Still holding the intoxicatingly girly and yet intimidatingly swishy Little Girls' bouffant petticoat, Percy gulped. His Stepmother never had made this "request" before. He dared not disobey. "Yes, Mommie Dearest," Percy quickly answered. "Do not be late, Percy, or you know what you will be wearing in place of your short silk Lord Fauntleroy trousers." Percy looked down at the frothy petticoat. "Yes, Mommie Dearest." She directed Percy to place very carefully the frothy net and lace confection on Her satin comforter. The heap of white net and lace was now resting lacily next to the boy shorts, a stark contrast, just as Stephanie had planned. Before Percy was dismissed from his Stepmother's boudoir for the evening, She reminded him, "Percy, bedtime is eight o'clock. You may fix yourself a sandwich and some milk before you retire to your bedroom. You are NOT to go outside to play. I don't want you getting dirty just before bedtime. And please close the door behind you when you leave. I have to make a phone call to my dear friend Nancy. Now...give Mommie a kiss on the cheek, and curtsey for me before I say good night." This, too, was new behavior by his Stepmother. Eight o'clock bedtime? A kiss on Her cheek? Why? Only Little Girls kissed their Mommies good night. But Percy knew better than to disobey Her. So he awkwardly approached his beautiful blonde Stepmother, and when She leaned down, he lightly kissed Her. She smiled. "Now, curtsey for me." Awkwardly, he grabbed his shorts legs and tried to keep hold of them as he dipped his knee and lowered himself. She gave him a dissatisfied stare. "Before I am finished with you, my dear little stepson, your curtsey will be  better than the prissiest Little Girl in Her frilliest party dress. Of that you can be certain..."

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Percy responded with an embarrassed, almost whisper-like tone, "Yes, Mommie Dearest." His Stepmother waved Her hand dismissively, reminding Percy that bedtime was at eight o'clock and he had better not be late to Her bedroom in the morning. "And close the door behind you, Percy." Percy stumbled out of the ultrafeminine boudoir, too scared to even stop in the kitchen for a sandwich. He was stunned! What had just happened in there? And what did "She" intend to do to him. Surely, She was bluffing. Certainly this was simply a tactic to scare him into behaving and obeying Her. He felt so humiliated. So embarrassed. That ridiculous Lord Fauntleroy suit! But even a more terrifying sight for Percy had been, of course, OMG...the petticoat!!!! How shamefully humiliating would it be if She ever forced him into that?!!? He was a boy, he kept reminding himself. But then Percy's thoughts turned to "Her." Beautiful, tall, blonde, feminine...and...and...yes...very controlling. Her lacy slips...what was it about Her when She wore such feminine undies? Why wasn't Percy able to say "no" to Her, he asked himself. Especially when he was alone with Her...in that most feminine of all rooms in this large house...Her Boudoir. Where Her petticoats were. Where her lacy slips were. Where She did her makeup. And yes, ohhh yes, where She very, very effectively and skillfully completely dominated Her naught little stepson. That same little boy who once had tried to wreck Her marriage to his wealthy father. The same disrespectful little wretch who had called Her "a gold diggging slut." And yes, the same little closet sissy who would now would be outed, petticoated, frocked, sissified, and feminized by Her. If, according to her good friend, Nancy Gilbert, most sissies craved humiliation and shame as they were emasculated, then Stephanie Anderson would spare no expense. Meanwhile as little Percy laid his head on his pillow for the evening, he tossed and turned, questioned his next move, and took at least some solace in believing that he had somehow managed to play dressup in his Stepmother's petticoats and get away with it...

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The next morning found Percy awake at seven thirty. Only thirty minutes to get downstairs. Percy paced back and forth in his bedrom, He ran his hands thru his long, mostly unkempt curly blonde hair. He decided that he really had no choice but to go down to his beautiful Stepmother's boudoir. And, besides, Percy's ever present sissy curiosity compromised any resolve he might have had to stay put. Little Percy knew he was unable to stay from Her. So at 8:20, dressed in a tee shirt and shorts, and a pair of sneakers, he went down the long stsircase and made his way to his Stepmother's bedroom.  Her door was shut. So he knocked...gently. "Come in, Percy." And when Percy entered, he saw his beautiful blonde Stepmother, sitting in front of Her vanity, putting on Her makeup. "Over here, Percy," She orderd. He performed a sloppy curtsey before making his way over to Her. Her long blonde hair was down, cascading magnificently over Her shoulders and down Her back. It glistened in the first morning sunlight. As he got closer, Percy saw Her wearing a beautiful white chiffon peignoir. The cuffs on the three-quarter long sleeves were heavily embellished with white French lace. She put Her makeup brush down on the vanity counter, and turned around to address Her stepson. And when She did, Percy laid eyes on the ultralacy white satin bra She was wearing. Her br ( " at " ) #$%^ filled the lacy cups beautifully. Percy stared at his beautiful Stepmother until She finally broke his concentration. "Do you like my lacy bra, Percy?" She teased him. "Would you like a better view?" With that, She opened Her peignoir just enough for Her lacy bra to reveal itself to a wide-eyed Percy. Percy kept staring, mesmerized.  Stephanie quickly covered the bra again with Her peignoir. There! Just that simple! Show a sissy some lace and he just melts. Just as Percy sas doing. "I  just ran you some bath water in My private bathroom, Percy. The tub is ready. Throw those disgusting 'boy clothes' out here and get in the tub..."

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Percy's Stepmother never gave him a chance to respond. She turned around, picked up Her powder makeup brush, and swirlwed it in the open compact. In Her mirror, though, She could see exactly what the little sissy's response would be. Not even a whimper from little Percy's mouth. No protest. No objection. Nothing. Just a silence in Her beautiful boudoir and the frustrated image of the little boy unable to muster any resistance. She never turned around and looked at Percy.  And when the little boy finally realized that his moment to flee Her ultrafeminine mystique and intoxicating beauty had come and gone, little Percy edged into the large, mostly pinkish colored bathroom and began to slowly disrobe. "Faster, Percy! Much faster! Mommie won't tell you again." And soon thereafter, the beautiful blonde's stepson had deposited on the floor, just outside of the bathroom, his last article of clothing. Then he moved towards the large, white, claw-foot bathtub. The steamy water was filled with the sweet aroma of pink bubble bath. A pale pink terry washcloth lay on the side of the large tub. Poor little Percy, the naughty little boy who had given his beautiful Stepmother such a hard time while She was married to his super wealthy father and had vowed to Her break up the marriage...before his father died tragically...was now divested of his male clothes and had been ordered by this beautiful Woman to literally (and figuratively) feminize the smell of his body. And now...essentially trapped...he had no choice. So he got in. The hot water didn't burn him. Instead, it seemed to open the pores of Percy's mostly hairless body and allow the sweet feminine scents of the bubble path to penetrate his skin. The very first step...albeit a small one...in the sissification and feminization of Percy on this very special day, had begun. As Percy slowly sank down into the bath water, the mass of pink, frothy bubbles engulfed him. Suddenly, "She" appeared in the entranceway, next to the tub, looking triumphantly down at Her once-conniving little stepson. "Now, Percy, I want you to scrub every inch of your body...while I watch. I want my little boy smelling pretty for our morning tea. Take the pretty pink washcloth and get started. And remember, Percy...every inch." Her lacy white bra peeked from underneath Her chiffon peignoir. She made no effort to conceal it. And so there was no doubt in Her mind that this little boy would do exactly as She had told him to do. And he did. Ohhhh yes. Poor little Percy, mesmerized by his beautiful blonde Stepmother, towering over him, dressed in some of Her laciest lingerie, simply obeyed. And after about fifteen minutes, after his Stepmother's careful scrutiny, She walked back to Her boudoir, retrieved the frilly, lacy pantaloons, and returned to the tub, towering over Percy, and dangling the frilly panties teasingly in front of him. "Put these on and then join me in my boudoir. There are two lovely pink towels on the towel rack. Dry yourself and put the towels in the laundry basket." And then She held the satiny, silky, ultralacy bloomers out for Percy to see, laid them on a small vanity bench, closed the door to the bathroom behind Her, and walked out, never giving Percy an opportunity to do anything other than to obey Her. A stunned Percy looked around for something else to put on. Of course, he knew it was the frilly panties or nothing at all.  And so he got out of the sudsy, sweet, perfumy bathwater, dried himself off, and...shamefully, put on the ridiculously feminine panties. Satiny. Silky. Pale pink. And lacy. Very lacy. The ruffled white lace was in abundance. So then little Percy opened the door, exited the bathroom, only to be met by his beautiful Stepmother, holding up that ultrafeminine and very lacy blouse for him to put on...or for Her to put on him! And She did...quickly! Imprisoning her bratty little stepson by securing each and every pearl button in the back as fast as She could. The ridiculously short baby blue satin shorts came next. They were tight! Oh, were they tight! And they were short. So short that it took Percy's Stepmother what seemed an eternity to tug the ruffled white lace hems of Percy's silky satiny blomers out from beneath the baby blue satin shorts so that Percy's lace was promimently exposed. A "must," Stephanie had learned from Her friend Nancy, when a male was being emasculated as well as being prepared for his first petticoating (unbeknownst to this unsuspecting sissy). Finally satisfied, Percy's Stepmother then found the definitive accent piece of this ridiculously sissy outfit. The ultra, ultralacy wide fan-shaped white ruffled lace jabot!!! It was ~~lace~~. Ruffled white lace!!! The lace eliminated any doubt whatsoever that the poor unfortunate lad who was forced to wear this sissy creation was undoubtedly being exposed as a hapless, submissive, pantywaisted, limp-wristed sissyboy...on the verge of...

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"Now for your socks and shoes, Percy." His Stepmother was moving deliberately but quickly to complete Her little nephew's new outfit. She knew Her femininity was now Her weapon of choice in the subjugation and emasculation of this naughty little brat who had connived to remove Her from his father's multimillion dollar estate. And She was determined to make this little boy a mere afterthought in Her plans to secure the total inheritance. In no time, the lace socks and Mary Janes were on Percy's feet. It was the first time Percy ever had tried to walk in heels (albeit short heels...for now). He stumbled and rocked back and forth, almost losing his balance, until after She had forced him to walk back and forth in front of Her while She instructed him on the proper way to walk in high heels. "Take slow, mincing steps," She told him. "Like a proper young girl in a frilly party dress," She teased. And when the pale pink silk satin jacket was put on Percy, he felt like an utter fool...like a...yes, like a sissy. And yet, through this degradating experience, his beautiful Stepmother's complete femininity overwhelmed little Percy. But She wasn't finished with Percy yet this morning. Far from it, actually. "Sit down on the bench, the settee, Percy, where Mommie puts on Her makeup." Percy froze. "Do it!" She commanded. And once again, Her weak little sissyboy obeyed. Standing behind Percy, She ordered him to look into Her large lighted makeup mirror while She began to slowly run Her long fingers thru her little stepson's long, and still slightly damp, curly blonde hair. She played with his curls, remarking, "Now Mommie is glad Her little boy decided to let his hair grow long when he refused to get a haircut. Ohhhhhh yes, little boy. Such curly blonde hair. Little Girls would just die to have curls like yours, Percy!" She continued to play with his hair, pulling it back in a pony tail, separating it into two blonde pigtails, pilinv it on top of his head. And then She took Her own golden hairbrush and began to run the brush slowly thru Percy's blonde curls. And after four or five more minutes of brushing and experimenting, She finally pulled it back into a thick, blonde, curly ponytail, secured it with a rubber band, and then proceeded to tie a baby blue (matching his short pants) satin hair ribbon over the rubber band, "There we are!" She watched Percy's horrified face in the makeup mirror as She adjusted the curly ponytail until She was satisfied with what She had created. And then She sat down next to Her petrified little stepson, took a blush brush in Her hand, swirled the makeup brush into a compact of pink blusher, and barely dusted each of Percy's cheeks. She laughed at him, and mockingly added, "Mommie has noticed how My naughty little boy watches me put on my makeup. You think Mommie doesn't know you're watching, but Mommie knows far more than you think She does, my dear boy. I know how Little Girls are fascinated with makeup...I just never knew little boys were equally as fascinated...until I met you, Percy." She laughed...

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Percy said nothing, although the embarrassment was written all over his face. His beautiful Stepmother then handed Percy Her golden hairbrush and ordered Her stepson to get up from the settee he was sharing with Her. "Brush Mommie's hair for Her, Percy. Brush it slowly. Mommie likes it when Her obedient little boy brushes Her long hair. Besides, Percy, all Little Girls...and certain little...boys enjoying brushing their Mommie's hair. From this day forward, Mommie will expect HER little boy to brush Her hair twice-in the morning and in the evening. Is that clear, Percy?" "Y...yessss, Mommie Dearest." Percy responded, his voice slightly higher and fraught with fear. And so Percy took his beautiful Stepmother's golden hairbrush and began to brush Her long, thick, beautiful blonde hair. The only sound was the feminine whisper of the golden brush making its way softly through the beautiful Woman's golden mane. "One hundred strokes, Percy. Exactly one hundred. Understand?" "Yes, Mommie."  The captivated sissyboy was mesmerized by this beautiful woman's subtle feminine control over him. Stephanie's feminine teasing of the sissy Percy became even more intense when She began to apply Her makeup. Slowly, methodically, femininely. Never before had little Percy been so close to his beautiful Stepmother putting on Her makeup... until now. She swirled the powder brush after applying foundation. She tapped the excess powder. Applied blush to Her cheeks. And knew right away that Percy's nervousness...and excitement was conspicuous by his own silence. Suddenly, She asked him, "Percy, do you like Mommie's lacy white bra? Hmmmm...?" She allowed the white chiffon peignoir to open slightly to allow Percy a closer view of the lacy white satin bra in the makeup mirror. Percy's breathing had become slightly more labored. "Cat got your tongue, Percy? Hmmmm...?" Do I make my naughty little stepson nervous. Are you scared of such talk, Percy? Are you scared of me?" She laughed. And then picking up Her blush brush, She aimed it deliberately at his reflection in the mirror. "Mommy has ways of making naughty little boys...like you, my Dear, behave appropriately. Mommy fears Her little boy has a substantial disrespect for Women...and Little Girls. And Mommy simply won't allow that..." She warned. "Now, I asked you a question, Percy. Does My little boy like Mommie's pretty lacy bra?" Percy gulped. He stopped brushing his Stepmother's hair. He didn't want to answer the question. It was too embarrassing. "Perhaps, my Dear..." Stephanie smiled in the mirror, looking at Percy's frightened reflection, "Perhaps if we replaced your shorts with that simply adorable Little Girl's petticoat, you might be more engaging in morning conversation with Mommy?" Hmmmmm....?" Then She added. "Mommie Dearest won't hesitate to put Her little boy in a petticoat...and keep him in one...if Her little boy isn't willing to answer a simple question." She raised Her eyebrows authoritatively. She went back to Her blush brush, swrling it in the compact, tapping the excess powder, and slightly dusting Her cheeks. Percy knew She meant business. And Her femininity was too overpowering for a simple hapless sissy (to be) like Percy to resist. "Your bra is very pretty, Mommie Dearest," he stammered. "Why thank you, Sweetie!!!" She exclaimed triumphantly. "And what does my lovely little...boy...like most about Mommy's pretty bra?" Hmmm..." She teased. "The...the...~lace,~: Percy stammered. His face was turning redder. "Little Girls...and even certain...special little boys... just adore lacy things, Percy..."