~Ruffled White Lace & Pink Satin Bows~

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In a matter of just a few seconds, Percy had been defeated. He had barely put up a fight at all. And now, in front of these stunningly beautiful, feminine Women, all of them laughing at Percy's expense, pretty Tina Gilbert gave Her little male victim's hand one more solid squeeze as it lay on the table in defeat. She squeezed it so hard that tears came from little Percy's eyes. Meanwhile, Percy knew he couldn't cry...no matter how bad his hand was hurting...not to mention his little boyish male ego. Finally, Miss Prim interceded, "Miss Tina, please straighten out Your skirts! Your petticoats are making a most immodest display of themselves." "Yessss, Miss Prim," the pretty petticoated Tomboy dutifully responded. In doing so, Tina released Percy's little hand from Her vice grip (or so it seemed to Percy), slowly arose from Her straight-backed chair, and worked to femininely smoothe out the voluminous short skirts of Her dainty, frilly party dress, bouyed by multiple layers of crisp, rustling, swishing layers of net, crinoline, and lace petticoats. And as She femininely worked to eliminate wrinkles in Her skirts, little Percy gazed at this portrait of abject Little Girl femininity and wondered how he could ever have succ-umbed so quickly to Her in their little physical contest. For a moment Percy cursed himself under his breath. He had just lost a contest of physical superiority to a GIRL!! And, to make matters worse, three beautiful Women, including his scheming, yet intoxicatingly feminine Stepmother, had rejoiced in Tina's superiority over him. "Percy, my dear, allow Miss Tina to remove your blue pinafore and replace it with the frilly pink one," his Stepmother ordered him. "B...b...buttttt......" Percy stammered. "But what!!??" Stephanie retorted. "Quiet, Percy!!! Not another word out of you. Fair is fair. You lost! You know the consequences. YOU will be wearing PINK...Miss Tina will be wearing BLUE!" Miss Prim, meanwhile, surveyed the scene with keen eyes, as if She was studying every square inch of little Percy. She was clearly making mental notes...and Percy could feel the stare of this intimidating Woman. He also noticed the absolute control Miss Prim had over Tina. Tomboy or not, Little Tina Gilbert clearly was the epitome of Little Girl femininity whenever She was under the supervision of Miss Prim. Curtseying respectfully to Miss Prim and to the other Ladies in the parlour, Little Tina Gilbert approached Percy and quickly moved in behind him. Percy was unnerved...yet unmistakably excited...by the sibilant rustling of the petticoated Tomboy's frilly dress and stiff lace petticoats as She positioned Herself to remove little Percy's pinny by untying the wide bow in the back. And as She began, Her multilayered pettis lacily edged against the back of little Percy's exposed bare legs. The sensation of the ruffled white lace hems and stiffly starched crinoline net made the little boy's knees quiver. He melted like butter and offered absolutely no resistance as the petticoated Tomboy slid the ultralacy pinafore over him. He was simply too overcome by the swish and rustle of lace and net to even think about resisting the Little Girl. And all the while, Hester Prim continued to scrutinize little Percy's every reaction to what was happening to him...

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Percy's fists were clinched tightly in this intensely embarrassing moment of humiliation and anger. HOW!?! Oh, how could he have been coerced into that arm wrestling contest? And now as the Pretty Little Petticoated Tomboy moved quickly to ensnare Her despised male (sissy?) in this frilliest, girliest of pinafores, She took great delight as Her petticoats swished musically about poor little Percy. In no time, She had secured Percy in the ultrafrilly, ultragirly garment. And as She finished Her task by tying the most perfect, exquisitely feminine BIG bow in the back, Hester Prim complimented Little Tina on Her masterful job. "Now, my dear Little Princess, bring me your blue pinny and I shall help you into it," Hester Prim ordered Her charge. "Yesssssss, Miss Prim," was Little Tina's sugary response, followed by a dutiful curtsey. She swishingly carried the pinny daintily in Her arms, curtseying again when She stood in front of the stunningly beautiful Miss Prim. "Stand still, Little Girl," Hester Prim ordered, all the while glaring at Percy, continuing to study his every reaction. And just for extra emphasis, as Miss Prim applied the finishing touches of Little Tina's own BIG bow, Hester Prim glared first at little Percy, and then addressed the petticoated tomboy, Tina. "Miss Tina, the lace on Your petticoats is wrinkled. I do NOT tolerate wrinkled lace! Furthermore, when You are attending a formal tea, and Ladies are present, it is quite disrespectful."

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The pretty Little petticoated Tina Gilbert swallowed hard not to defy the ultrastrict Miss Prim. Little Tina knew Her Governess would brook no resistance from Her charge, tomboy or not. Deep down the tomboy resented the ultragirly frilly party dresses and bouffant lacy petticoats Miss Prim required Her to wear in Her efforts to Feminize Little Tina. And if it was one challenge Miss Prim relished more than that of a recalcitrant male, it was a strong-minded tomboy. Ohhhhhh yes, Hester Prim took quite the delights in petticoating tomboys. But what Miss Prim REALLY enjoyed was the duality of a closet sissy and a tomboy undergoing Her own very unique style of ultrafeminization and petticoating simultaneously!!!

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Little Percy feasted his greedy little sissy eyes on the pretty petticoated Tomboy as She reached down in front of Her frilliest party dress and plucked the ruffled white lace hems of Her voluminous white petticoats, flicking the ruffled white lace this way and that way, meticulously correcting every single wrinkle in Her multilayered pettis that She could detect - all under the watchful glare of the beautifully feminine Hester Prim. Little Tine Gilbert knew better than to leave even one petticoat wrinkled...even sllightly. And Hester Prim also made notice of the undivided attention Little Percy Pinprick was giving these stunning proceedings. Yes, Miss Prim thought to Herself, She would not be satisfied until it was dear little Percy, frocked and petticoated, removing the wrinkles from his own stiff lace petticoats and other assorted humiliating feminine frillies She would force the wormy little sissy into. She even managed a small smile to Herself. "Come here, Little Miss Tina, and stand in front of me so I can inspect Your lace." Little Tina gulped. "Yessssss, Miss Prim," the pretty Tomboy curtsied, and then minced over to Her beautiful Governess. And then...out of nowhere...Miss Prim ordered Little Percy, "Join me, Percy, right HERE, in front of Little Miss Tina. Perhaps you can learn from this." "B...b...buttttt..." stammered the sissy. "I will not ask you again, Dear Boy," Hester Prim said quietly, but with a certain authority that made Miss Tina quiver with fear. "B...b...b...butttt..." Percy's pleas were more desperate. He looked for respite from his beautiful Stepmother. He received none. Instead, She coldly responded, "Percy you are to obey Miss Prim the same as you have been instructed to obey me." The tall, beautiful Miss Prim glared at little Percy and smiled triumphantly. "Yes, Mummy." Percy finally replied. And then, forgetting to curtsey (again!), he tentatively moved to where the tall and beautiful Hester Prim was standing. "Stand next to Me, Percy," little Tina's stunning Governess ordered. And he did. Then the tall and stunningly beautiful Governess took Her right hand, and pointed at Little Tina Gilbert's approximately three inches of exposed snow-white lace petticoat hems. "My Dear Little boy, look very closely at Miss Tina's petticoat lace. Isn't it pretty? Do you like the way it rustles? Isn't the swishing of petticoats and lace simply enchanting? Hmmmmmm....?" Percy's face grew beet red as Hester Prim smiled a mocking and deeply condescending smile of great satisfaction...

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Little (sissy)Percy's face burned with shame and embarrassment. And Hester Prim knew it. "How dare You not answer a simple question, Little Percy," Miss Prim spoke grimly. "After all, Little Miss Tina wore Her frilliest party dress and Her stiffest, laciest, most Feminine petticoats...just for You, my Dear little Boy. Not to even acknowledge this pretty exquisitely feminine Little Girl's frillies is disrespectful. Little Girls simply adore compliments on their frillies...especially when they come from little...boys. Come over here, Percy...this instant." Percy froze. Fear was in his eyes. He looked pleadingly at his beautiful Stepmother for help...again. Instead, what he received from Her was a rebuke. "This instant, Percy! You are to obey Miss Prim just as you have been instructed to obey Me. I am growing weary of repeating my warning to you." Miss Prim smiled triumphantly. Percy was so frozen with fear he forgot to curtsey...again. He slithered over to Miss Prim's direction. She pointed to a spot on the floor...right next to Her...and directly in front of the petticoated Tomboy Tina Gilbert. Approximately three inches of exposed white ruffled lace, layers of petticoat tiers, displayed themselves proudly. The lace was everywhere! Poufy white clouds of net and lace! A sissy's dream!  But to Percy, at this moment, in front of these three beautiful, intoxicatingly feminine, yet dominant Females, it was Percy's own special tortuous moment of shame and embarrassment. "Look carefully, my Little One...VERY carefully at Little Miss Tina's ~petticoat lace.~ NOW... Look for any wrinkles. Any wrinkles at all. No matter how small, my Dear boy. If Little Miss Tina fails to correct even one wrinkle in her petticoat lace, She will be severely disciplined by Me. And YOU, my Dear Percy, wouldn't want that to happen to one of your best little friends, would you? Hmmmm...?" Now Little Tina Gilbert stood obediently perfectly at attention in front of Miss Prim and Percy, Her little hands folded daintily, and resting in the folds of the cool satin skirts of Her childishly short party dress.  Miss Prim pointed at the Tomboy's exposed lacy layers of stiff petticoats and instructed Percy on exactly what to look for, explaining very matter-of-factly that "Little Girls MUST adhere to a strict code of femininity when they are under MY charge. Of course, being a...boy..." She added disdainfully, "You wouldn't understand. However, if I had my way..."

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Before the domineeringly feminine Hester Prim could finish her sentence, Percy's beautiful blonde Stepmother chimed in, "Perhaps Percy can fix Little Miss Tina's lacy petticoat layers HIMSELF!!!" Percy's Stepmother laughed gaily. Percy's face was flushed. He attempted to stammer a quick response, "B...b...b.....utttttt...But........" "But what!!!" Demanded Miss Prim. Her authoritarian voice silenced little Percy Pinprick instantaneously. Meanwhile, Nancy Gilbert, the stunningly beautiful and exquisitely Feminine Mother of Little Tina Gilbert, excitedly added, "Why, Miss Anderson, that is a simply marvelous idea. Little Percy can attend to Miss Tina's lace Petticoats personally! How delightful!!!" Little Tina Gilbert grinned a malicious smile at Her previous tormentor. And then Little Tina Gilbert raised Her little hand and asked for permission to speak, dropping an obedient and ultrafeminine curtsey before making Her request. Hester Prim acquiesced. "Thank You, Ms. Prim," Little Tina replied, curtseying again to Her Governess. "I don't know if I want a grubby little boy...touching MY dainty lace. After all, this IS My frilliest Party Dress and...my daintiest, fullest, and laciest bouffant Party Slip. Ms. Prim, please make Percy promise not to ruin my petticoats. And besides," the pretty petticoated Tomboy added, "I think Little Percy should ask Me for permission to fix My lace! After all...he IS a Sissy!" There. She had said it. To Her little boy tormentor. Little Percy Pinprick. In front of his own Stepmother...

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Percy was absolutely stunned and caught off guard by Little Tina Gilbert's calling him a sissy. She glared at Percy. She smiled maliciously. And then...She daintily fingered the outer white crinoline and lace tier of Her voluminous multilayered magnificent Party Pettticoat. Tauntingly. menacingly. And Femininely. Percy's beautiful blonde Stepmother quickly reassured all of the women...and Little Tina that "Percy's hands are perfectly clean. I know. I inspected them as soon as he reported to me. After all, he was expected to serve tea this morning. Isn't that right, my dear?" Ms. Anderson quizzed weak little Percy. "Hmmmmmm?....Aren't your dainty little hands squeaky clean for Mummy Dearest?" Percy gulped. And before he could say anything, his beautiful Stepmother spoke to Her recalcitrant little Stepson in Her sternest tone yet. "Percy you WILL take the edges of your lacy apron...daintily...just as you have been taught by Me...and you will curtsey dutifully before Miss Tina. Do it! NOWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!" Percy's face was on fire now from the humiliation being heaped upon him by his own beautiful Stepmother. The room was dead silent, save for the slight rustle and swishing of Little Tina's satin party dress. All eyes were on Percy. And so little Percy dropped to his knees, holding the lacy folds of his frilly pinafore at his sides. "You will hold that position, Percy, until I so order you to complete your feminine curtsey." And so little Percy, knees hurting as he held the awkward submissive position, managed...for now...to keeps the tears from running. Finally, Stephanie Anderson spoke to the stepson who had so humiliated Her countless numbers of times over the years that She had been married to Percy's father. "Percy, you will look up respectfully at Little Miss Tina while holding your position of a submissive sissy, complete your best feminine curtsey to Her, and you will repeat after me, 'Miss Tina, I would be honored if You would allow me the honor and the privilege of..."