~Ruffled White Lace & Pink Satin Bows~

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Percy said nothing. Instead, he continued to slowly run his beautiful Stepmother's golden hairbrush through Her cascading wavy blonde hair. She opened an eyeshadow palette and took the long narrow brush and swirled it in a pale frosted blue. As she deftly applied it to each eyelid, She smiled a triumphant smile. Her exquisite lacy white bra exposed itself a bit more. She returned to Her blusher compact and took the large blush brush in Her right hand. She pointed it at Percy's reflection in the makeup mirror. And as She continued to smile at Percy's reflection, She reminded him of the many times he had "humiliated" Her while She had been married to his late father. The many times he had embarrassed Her in front of Her ladyfriends. The attempts he had made to "sabotage" Her marriage. The "disrespect for Women...and Little Girls."  The times he had been reported by school official for teasing some of the smaller, more timid boys, even calling them sissies. There was one particular little boy, Timmy Johnson, who had been teased so frequently  by Percy that little Timmy finally was withdrawn from the school. Percy had made little Timmy cry several times.  And then there was twelve-year-old Tina, a very pretty Little Girl, one year younger than Percy. A much better athlete than Percy. A bit of a tomboy. One rare day when Tina had worn a particularly frilly party dress to school for class pictures, Percy seized on the opportunity to join his chums in humiliating Her by flipping Her skirts up to reveal the laciest and fullest of the many swishing and rustling layers of Tina's stiff bouffant petticoats. Percy had even called Her a sissy.''several times.(!) He had made Her mad. So mad that She cried. And so mad that Tina had vowed someday to get even with Percy. Percy's beautiful Stepmother went on and on and on with a littany of charges against the little boy. And as Percy continued to brush his beautiful Stepmother's long blonde hair, he could only listen. And then She picked up a tube of lipstick, removed the cap, and turned the tube until a bright red shade had appeared. And as She slowly and deftly applied the cherry red lipstick to Her luscious lips, She smiled at Percy's reflection in the makeup mirror, and said matter of factly, "Now I'm going to humiliate and embarrass YOU, my dear boy, just like you have embarrassed me and all of those sweet Little Girls. Because YOU, Percy are the real sissy..."

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Percy knew all about Tina. A really pretty Little Girl. One year younger. A tomboy. And, yes, a much better athlete than Percy. She was always picked early when the kids chose for softball teams. Definitely picked ahead of Percy. Her really short black hair emphasized Her tomboyishness, and yet all the boys considered Tina very, very  pretty. And yes, Percy remembered that fateful early Spring day, not too many weeks ago, in the schoolyard playground before the first bell to come to class. The usual softball game with the best players was taking place as it always had. But Tina was not playing that morning. No, She couldn't. Her Mother had sent Her to school that day for class pictures. And the school dress code required frilly party dresses for all the Little Girls. Those really ultrafeminine party dresses that all Little Girls had to wear for their Mothers in the late 1950's - early 1960's. And so it was that little Tina was required to do it, too. She didn't like it, though. Not one bit. She would rather have been playing ball that morning. And when a gust of wind blew Tina's white satin skirts up, and Her lavish layers of net and lace petticoats were revealed for all to see, some of the boys teased Her. They pointed at Her. Percy saw this as his chance to join in this act of boyish merriment and taunt this pretty Tomboy who had demonstrated so much more athletic prowess than Percy ever would. This was Percy's  chance to get even.To avenge his jealousy of Her. And when yet another sudden burst of wind blew up the skirts of Tuna's short frilly dress, Percy, too, pointed at the embarrassed Little Girl's lacy undies, resplendent with ruffles and pink bows, and mocked Her. And when the other boys got closer to Tina, to continue their taunting, Percy joined them. And when one of the boys yelled out to Tina and caller her a Sissy Girl, called Her a Sissy Girl, too. But little Percy, of course, had a secret agenda as he joined in on the teasing and followed the other boys as they closed in on the Tomboyish Little Girl. Ohhhhhh yes! Percy was eager to feast his greedy little eyes on Tina's frillies for an altogether different reason. The contradiction of this short-haired, yet strikingly pretty Tomboyish Little Girl now attired in the most frilly (and sissyish!) party dress...and petticoats (!) of any other Little Girl in school that morning was mesmerizing to little Percy.  And as the wind picked up and Little Tina struggled to keep Her dress down, each gust would bring yet another generous view of this Tomboy's most feminine of undies. And because Little Tina's party dress was so short and Her skirts soooooo full, abundant and frequent glimpses of petticoats and lace were frequent as the pretty Little Tomboy struggled to suppress the bouffant frilliness of Her frilly party dress and stiff lacy petticoats. And the teasing continued until Little Tina had finally had enough. And when one boy in particular yelled out "What a SISSY GIRL She is!!!" at the top of his lungs, well, Tina finally succ-umbed to the relentless taunting of the mean boys. And for the first time ever since She had been in school, Tina cried...and glared right at the culprit who had been the most vocal tormentor of all...Percy.....

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And now Percy stood in his beautiful, ever more controlling Stepmother's boudoir, finishing the hundred-plus brush strokes through Her thick blonde hair. His mind had wandered back to the few weeks in the past when he had teased Tina and had been sent home from school with a note from the Principal. His Stepmother had confronted him. And Percy had blown Her off disrespectfully, calling Her "stupid," and saying he didn't care if he had made "that dumb Little Girl cry," citing that he was one of several boys who had teased Her. "I can't help it if She is a sissy," he told his Stepmother. And, of course, Stephanie simply did her research, called Tina's mother, apologized profusedly for Percy's actions, and said that it would not happen again. And it was right around that time, too, that Stephanie Anderson, Percy's beautiful Stepmother, decided to take things into Her own hands and begin to implement some changes in the home that would affect little Percy forever. She knew exactly what She had to do...and She relished the fact that She knew every one of Her recalcitrant, disobedient, and disrespectful little stepson's vulnerabilities. And She remembered exactly what She had witnessed firsthand in Britain when She had grown up as a Little Girl. A certain technique that was very effective in taming boyish and naughty little lads who simply refused to behave accordingly. A radical approach, to be sure. But nevertheless, very effective. And made easier in Percy's case because, as Stephanie had learned in the past few years, he already had certain latent sissy tendencies. And it was precisely those inclinations that would make Percy a perfect candidate for complete and totally irreversible emasculation and sissification...by way of petticoating and feminization. And the time was now...

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Turning around on the settee in front of Her makeup vanity, Stephanie ordered Her little stepson to "Hand me my hairbrush, Percy." Now She was facing Percy. She moved Her long right hand over the golden hanlde of Her hairbrush, emphasizing its flat end. "Perfect for spanking bad little boys." She stated matter of factly. "Now...bring Mommy Dearest Her ivory colored satin full slip...the one with the four-inch wide French lace hem. This time Percy attempted to curtsey in his ridiculously short...and very tight-fitting Lord Fauntleroy shorts. The thought  (and the threat)of a spanking renewed his focus to please his beautiful blonde Stepmother. When his Stepmother saw his clumsy and ill-fated attempt to curtsey, She remarked coldly, "If your curtseying does not improve, Percy, you will find yourself wearing petticoats instead of those boy shorts. Perhaps then your curtseying will improve. She dismissed him with a wave of Her hand. Percy went to the lingerie chest and opened the top drawer. His Stepmother remarked, "Mommy is pleased that Her little boy knows where Her laciest slips are." When Percy returned, he tried again to curtsey. His Stepmother was not impressed at his attempt. Before he handed it to Her, his Stepmother ordered Her little boy to unfold the lacy satin confection and touch the wide exquisite lace hem. His shaking fingers reluctantly (?) fingered the wide expanse of fine French lace. She "forced" him to continue to finger the lace while She asked him "Does my little sissy boy like it when his Mommy wears Her lacy slips for him? Hmmmmmm...? Does it make Mommy's little sissy boy want to please his Mommy? Obey Her? Do anything She asks him to do? Hmmmm...?" She whispered girlishly. Poor little conflicted Percy. He only managed to respond weakly, "P...p..please don't call me a sis...sis...sissssssyyyyy. Puhleeze......Mommy." Percy's beautiful Stepmother laughed at him. She removed Her peignoir, handed it to Percy, and took Her lavishly lacy ivory colored satin full slip and slowly slid it on over Her tall, curvy, ultrafeminine body. After releasing the slip to drop to Her knees, She reached down with Her right thumb and forefinger to adjust and finger the lacy hem. Percy was mesmerized. And Stephanie knew it. She ordered Percy to hang Her peignoir in the armoire. And when Percy returned, his Stepmother had put on a pair of four-inch heels and now towered over Her little stepson. "Percy, while Mommy finishes dressing, go to the kitchen and start the tea. Find the cookies in the cupboard and get the teacart out. I shall join you in a few minutes." A few minutes later, Percy's beautiful Stepmother joined him in the kitchen, looking radiantly feminine. Her white linen shirtwaist dress was just sheer enough for Percy to see the outline of Her lacy full slip. When She entered the kitchen, She surveyed the two teacups and saucers on lace doilies on the teacart. And then, She stated, "Percy, add three more cups and saucers. We are having guests for morning tea." Percy froze. "B..b...but.......Mom...mie......." He stammered. He pleaded. He begged. Percy even sank to his knees, and tugging at the skirts of His tall beautiful blonde Stepmother's white shirtwaist dress, he stammered, "Oh NO!!!!! NO, Stepmother. PLEASE!!! Please don't let anybody see me dressed like this! Oh, please! I beg you! I'll be good! I promise I will! Just...just...please...puhleeze...do not let anybody see me dressed like this! PLEASE!!!..."

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"Don't be silly, Percy! Why wouldn't you want to be seen for what you really are? I expect impeccable behavior from you while our guests are here. Even the slightest hint of misbehavior, disrespect, or naughtiness will result in my hairbrush meeting your bottom in front of our guests. Do I make myself clear, Percy Dear?" "Puh...leeeeeeeeeeze...Mom...myyyyyyyy Dearest.....ohhhhhhhhh please don't do this to me." "Shush, Sissy! Silence!" She laughed at Her frazzled little stepson, mocking him. "If you were a real boy, Percy, you never would have gotten yourself in this position in the first place. But you're NOT a real boy. You...my dear little stepson...are a sissy. And while you may not wish to admit it...at least for the moment...I am going to expose you for the pantywaist that you are. You, my dear little boy, will have the utmost respect for Women and Little Girls. You will obey them. You will submit to them. And this morning you are going to wait on them...by serving them tea. You will be properly pinafored and you will curtsey prettily every single time you are in their presence. Do I make myself clear?" Silence. More silence. "Well??!! I asked you a question, Percy." Tears streamed down Percy's cheeks. "Why you even cry like a Little Girl!" Percy's Stepmother exclaimed, laughing. "How sweet! Disobey me and I will have YOU in petticoats, Percy." Poor little Percy. This was much more than he had bargained for. And while he wanted to run from the room as fast as he could, well, he knew he would not. Why? Because his tall, blonde, beautiful, very feminine and very controlling Stepmother simply had him under Her spell. Her beauty and Her femininity were simply no match for this little blossoming sissy. And SHE knew it!!! Ohhhhhh yes, Stephanie Anderson knew exactly what powers She held over little Percy. The same Percy who earlier who had mocked Her, ridiculed Her, and attempted to sabotage Her marriage. But no more. Never again. If She was "lacy and feminine," She knew lilltle sissy Percy was certainly no match for Her. And now She (and Percy!) was about to experience what a strong dose of humiliation, shame, and embarrassment would to to a sissy...especially one in denial. Her carefully crafted plan was about to be put into action. "Percy! I want you to go into My boudoir and retrieve from the top of My bed the absolutely daintiest, laciest, and frilliest pinafore imaginable!!! You're just going to adore it!!! Mommy Dearest laid it out just for Her sweet little boy! It's soooooooooooooo lacy! And WE do know how sissies love their lace, don't we, Percy Darling!" She gushed. "Mommy just cannot wait to get Her little sissboy into his frilliest pinafore yet! Just in time for our Tea Guests! Won't this be exciting, Percy?!? And, Percy Dear, you will find two pinnies on Mommy's bed! Identical, except for one small detail. One has baby blue satin ribbon interwoven into the dainty lace while the other pinny has pink ribbon. YOU, Percy, will be wearing the pink!"...

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Percy barely hesitated before leaving the parlour to fetch the frilly pinafore he would be wearing for the morning's festive tea party. But before he had taken three steps, he was severely reprimanded by his beautiful Stepmother. "Come here this instant, sissy!" Percy swallowed hard, hesitated again, albeit momentarily, and returned to face his Stepmother. "If you forget one more time to curtsey before leaving my sight and responding with a warm 'Yes, Mommy Dearest,' You will be petticoated, Percy. Perhaps a nice freshly starched crinoline petticoat, five lacy tiers, with "PETTICOATED SISSY" prettily embroidered  in pink on the front tier will remind you of the few simple rules I have set forth for you that you seem unable to follow. Or perhaps I could have you fitted for a frilly party dress...hmmmmmm? Would my dainty little sissyboy like that?" "OH PLEASE!!!...Mommy Dearest...Please don't say such things to me!! Please!! PLEASE don't make me wear a dress!" "Hmph!! My patience is wearing very thin with you, Percy! There will be no more warnings, Percy. None! Embarrass me in front of our guests and you'll rue the day you disobeyed me. Sissies like you need to be firmly put in their place. Sissies are to be seen and not heard. I expect every single mannerism of yours to be distinctly feminine. I have absolutely no doubt that putting you in petticoats and short frilly party dresses would greatly enhance my sissification of you. Now...curtsey for Mommy and fetch me your lacy pinafore." "Yes, Mommy Dearest." And with that, little Percy, now clearly frightened at what might happen to him if he disobeyed his beautiful Stepmother, demurely took the lacy hems of his exposed pantaloons, dropped his knee deeply, held his position momentarily, and slowly regained his position of attention. His Stepmother, without comment, dismissed Percy with a wave of Her hand, imploring him to "Hurry, Percy, but take mincing steps and hold out your right wrist limply...like a feminine Little Girl. Percy obediently flexed his right wrist, displaying the hated (?) sissy trademark gesture of a limp-wristed pantywaist. When the still limp-wristed pantywaist returned, he was gently cradling the frothy confection of white sheer cotton gauze and ruffled white lace full pinafore in his left hand. Quickly, his Stepmother ensnared Percy in the hated (?) garment. The puffed sleeves had white lace edging, and the apron had an expansive wide white lace trim as well. And the pale pink satin ribbon ran thru the middle of the wide white lace. The large bow was tied in the back and Percy's wide white ruffled lace ascot was pulled out and positioned prominently over the bodice of the pinafore. But this pinafore had a triple layer of stiff white tulle attached to the inside to give it a semi-bouffant look...not unlike a small petticoat. When Percy heard the rustle and swish of the tulle, it unnerved him. It was yet another telltale sign that what HE was wearing was undeniably and unmistakably....feminine. "The adorable attached pettiskirt, Percy, should enhance your ability to perform a more perfect curtsey. Now...practice. Gently grasp the skirts of your pinny and  curtsey for Mommy Dearest." Meekly, Percy complied. "Again, only this time take the skirts of your pinny more daintily...like a real sissy." She smiled mockingly, triumphantly. Percy's face burned with anger...with resentment...and yes, with fear...

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Resentment and shame burned deep within little Percy. His beautiful blonde Stepmother was relishing in Her control over her recalcitrant little boy. And no matter how much little Percy wanted to escape Her clutches, Her deep feminine control over him was simply impossible for him to resist. He knew that all he had to do was run from that parlour, rip off those ridiculously frilly clothes, refuse to comply with Her demands, and keep resisting until She finally gave up. Yes, Percy knew that was all he had to do. And yet he made no attempt. None at all. His frustration with his inability to resist this beautiful Woman was coupled with Her irresistible femininity and its mesmerizing control over him. And so little Percy did nothing to resist his beautiful, blonde, dominant Stepmother, even though She made it no secret to him that She was going to expose Her naughty, disrespectful little nephew for what he was...or what She said he was. A sissy. Plain and simple. She had even mocked him. Threatened to put him in dresses. And not just any dresses. Oh no. A frilly dress. And Percy knew all too well what Little Girls wore underneath their frilly party dresses. Ohhhhh yes, Percy knew. And for quite some time, little Percy had quite the infatuation with with what those Little Girls wore underneath Their frilly party dresses. Any time Percy could steal glimpses of those lacy undies, he did. After all, he reasoned, what harm could it really do?...