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The inside of the massive home was beautiful. Lavish Persian carpets decorated the dark oak hardwood floors while exquisite oil paintings hung on the dark wooden walls. On the way to the study, they passed a large staircase leading to the second floor. The beautiful Celeste guided Aunty Jane and Justin to the entrance of Dr. Jennifer Haynes' large study. Before entering, though, the stunningly beautiful maid dropped a deep curtsey while announcing the arrival of the two guests. Jennifer Haynes was attired in a gorgeous white silk shirtdress, above the knee length. One could clearly see the outline of a feminine lacy full slip she was wearing underneath her beautiful dress. The lacy hem of the slip must have had at least four inches of lace. The bodice of the slip was also very lacy. She was wearing creme-colored five-inch heels and her long blonde hair was in a tight bun for this morning's occasion. Dr. Haynes was wearing black Christian Dior glasses. As she approached Justin and his Aunty Jane, the beautiful Dr. Haynes gave an airkiss to Ms. Smythe as the two pretty women embraced. Then, Dr. Haynes stepped back almost as if to examine Justin for a few seconds, unnerving the wimpy boy. Again, yet another beautiful, feminine woman towering over his frail physique. "And YOU must be Justin!" Dr. Haynes exclaimed, laughing almost insultingly as she looked down on him. Reaching out to shake his hand, she noticed Justin hesitated before reciprocating. It was a handshake he would never forget. He almost was brought to tears by her strength. She immediately realized his grip was as weak and as feminine as she had expected. "It's wonderful to meet you, my dear boy. Lacy will be down in a few minutes. She can't wait to meet you!" So..."Lacy" was her name. Justin had not even remembered to ask his Aunty the girl's name. Such a pretty name...so feminine. Perhaps finally he would meet a girl that HE could control. With a name like Lacy, Justin had new hope. "Why don't we sit down for a few minutes and have tea. Lacy will be joining us shortly. Celeste, would you be so kind as to serve us our tea, please?" "Of course, Madame," Celeste curtsied again. But this time she made a deliberate attempt to direct her exaggerated curtsey squarely and strategically in the direction of young Justin, making sure to expose all of the dainty layers of her many stiff lace petticoats just for him to see. "Celeste," Dr. Haynes, addressed the beautiful maid. "Yes, Madame." "I would like for you to put on an additional petticoat before you serve our tea. I prefer a lacier one, perhaps. Something a bit more feminine." "Yes, Madame. It would be my pleasure." And with a wave of Jennifer Haynes' long hand, the maid was dismissed from the room. Clearly, this woman, Dr. Jennifer Haynes, knew exactly what she was doing...

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As Celeste left Dr. Haynes and her guests, a stunningly beautiful, intoxicatingly androgynous young woman entered the study. Dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a sheer white cotton blouse, the beautiful young woman unceremoniously walked over to Justin and introduced herself. "Justin?" Justin got up from the leather sofa he shared with his Aunty, and nodded that he was "Justin." "Hi! I'm Lacy." And the beautiful androgynous young woman with the short black hair and perfect body, held out her hand for Justin to shake. And when he did, he was greeted with a grip even more firm than Dr. Haynes. He almost found himself grimacing. And as he looked up at Lacy, he couldn't help but notice the outline of an ultralacy white satin bra underneath her sheer white blouse. It caught his attention just long enough for his Aunty and Dr. Haynes to exchange knowing glances, smiling at each other. At that moment Celeste approached the entrance to the study, pushing the teacart. Stepping aside, she curtsied before entering, announcing that tea was to be served.  As she wheeled the cart to the center of the study, Dr. Haynes took a seat in a large brown leather chair, lowering herself slowly, and as she sat down, a glimpse of the four-inch wide white lace hem of her slip peeked out from under her white silk shirtdress. Then she looked down at the exposed lace of her slip, making no effort to conceal it. "Celeste," Dr. Haynes then said to the stunning maid. "Come over here and show me your petticoats." She pointed to a spot directly in front of where she was sitting. Justin and his Aunty were sitting right next to her, sharing a sofa. Lacy was still standing. Celeste quickly minced over to the spot in front of Dr. Haynes. The sibilant rustling of her swishing petticoats was unmistakable. But to poor Justin, a closet sissy, well...he knew he had to steal a glimpse of them. He just had to. Then the devious Dr. Haynes asked Celeste to "present yourself, please, my dear." "Yes, Madame," the beautiful maid answered. She curtsied and then, s-l-o-w-l-y, deliberately, and soooooooooo very femininely, lifted the rustling black satin skirt of her short uniform, revealing a breathtaking (to any sissy!) sight of lace, lace, and MORE white lace! The new white crinoline petticoat that the maid had added was a minipetticoat of four stiff tiers of white crinoline with heavy floral lace adorning and woven into the stiff crinoline. It was more lace than net. And small pink bows adorned the outer lacy layer. Every single lacy layer was fingered and carefully inspected by the dominant and beautiful Dr. Haynes...

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Poor, poor, pitiful Justin. As Dr. Jennifer Haynes fingered the lacy layers of white crinoline petticoats as the stunningly beautiful maid sood obediently in front of Dr. Haynes, the maid glared at Justin, smiling wickedly. She knew all too well that glazed look in a sissy's eyes when it is confronted with such overwhelmingly girly femininity and beauty. Meanwhile, Dr. Haynes, her own lacy slip exposed for the sissy to see, made delightful frou frou with her maid's lace bedecked pettis. She swished them slowly back and forth, commenting, matter of factly, "There is nothing I enjoy more that a properly uniformed...and petticoated...maidservant. And the rustling of crinoline and net petticoats adds a festive touch to any special occasion." Justin's eyes were greedily fixated on the lacy pettis. And suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, the beautiful...exquisitely feminine...and dominant Dr. Jennifer Haynes turned her attention to little Justin, asking him, " Do YOU like my maid's petticoats, my boy?" Now she was fingering the lacy layers of stiff white crinoline, staring at Justin, awaiting a response from the stunned sissy. He was unable to answer for a moment. He felt the women, all of them, staring at him. Finally, he mumbled, "Err...well, uh...y...yessss, I guess so." He fumbled his words just as he had fumbled every football ever thrown to him. "Celeste absolutely adores wearing her petticoats...and showing them off proudly. It is a sign of her submission...and absolute obedience to me. And, of course...her femininity..."

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As the stunningly beautiful Dr. Jennifer Haynes titillated poor Justin, Lacy watched the little man from across the study. She watched the captivated sissy feast his greedy eyes on Celeste's multitiered white lace petticoats while the dominant Dr. Haynes continued to finger the lacy hems. Dr. Haynes continued her verbal assault on the pitiful sissy. "Did you notice, young man, that Celeste's additional petticoat is extra full...and extra lacy? Don't you just love the swish-swish-swish...ing sound of Celeste's pettis. Aren't they simply enchanting?" gushed Dr. Haynes. She looked at Justin, waiting for his response. Justin pretended to be disinterested. He tried to look away. Dr. Haynes would have none of that. "Celeste, you may lower your skirts, my dear. Be sure to fluff them out to avoid wrinkling. I will not tolerate wrinkled petticoats." Dr. Haynes glared at Justin after she had ordered her maid to exercise correct feminine deportment of her petticoat skirts. And then she awaited the perfectly executed proper cursey from the stunningly beautiful maid. But if Justin thought the teasing was over, he had another thought coming. "Celeste, my dear," addressed Dr. Haynes, "Perhaps young 'master Justin' would enjoy a closer view of your feminine petticoats. It was obvious a moment ago he simply could not take his eyes off your frillies. My dear Celeste, stand in front of young master Justin...directly in front of him...and present yourself for his personal inspection of your feminine petticoats." "Yes, Ma'am," curtseyed the tall, leggy blonde maid. And then Celeste minced over to where young Justin was seated, beside his domineering Aunty Jane, curtseyed sweetly to Justin's beautiful Aunty first, and then, standing directly in front of the nervous sissy, curtseyed again. "Celeste, present yourself for master Justin. Slowly raise the satin skirt of your uniform and allow our guest to see the very special petticoat you put on this morning...just for him.  Besides," Dr. Haynes said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "It's always nice to get a man's perspective, my dear." And with that remark, Lacy giggled. And Justin heard her giggle at that comment. And so, directly in front of poor little Justin, this tall, statuesque, gorgeous blonde, resplendent in her femininity, slowly...very slowly...took her fingers and began to lift the abbreviated short satin skirt of her French Maid's uniform and began to reveal layers of white, swishing, rustling lace petticoats, all within inches of poor justin. Celeste smiled proudly, confidently, at the almost-trembling little man. "Does Celeste's petticoat lace excite you, my dear little man?" Dr. Haynes teased, "Hmmmmm? Wouldn't you just love to touch her petticoats? Swish them, perhaps? Make feminine frou frou with them?" The tutu-like confection was as feminine as anything little justin could have ever imagined. It was the laciest petticoat he had ever seen!!!!! And he had seen thousands of them! Exhaustive internet searches for the perfect image of the perfect petticoat! And now...at this moment...it was a mere inches away. And it was being worn...proudly...confidently...by a blonde goddess...

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Small beads of perspiration were developing on the brow of Justin. His face was getting red with embarrassment. "Celeste, my dear," ordered Dr. Haynes, "Young master Justin seems to be getting rather warm in here. Perhaps all of this girl talk is embarrassing our little man. You may lower your skirts, my dear, and we will delay our tea party for a short time." "Yes, Madame," Celested curtseyed, fluffed out her petticoats...directly in front of justin...turned on her heel, and exited the study. Justin was half relieved and half sorry the stunningly feminine maid had left. He was certain he was going to be "forced" to touch Celeste's magnificent petticoats. "Lacy," Dr. Haynes said to the androgynously beautiful former tomboy, perhaps you and your young "beau" can spend some time outside. Justin obviously could use some fresh air. Besides, a young man surrounded by all of this femininity and girl talk must want some respite. Why don't you 'children' go outside and play for a while. Return in a couple of hours and we can have our tea at noon. "Yes, Dr. Haynes," Lacy dutifully responded. She moved quickly to ask Justin to join her outside and Justin moved as fast as he could to get out of that scented haven of femininity. When they got outside the massive home, Justin saw just how strikingly beautiful Lacy was. But he also realized she was much taller, and more athletically built than he was. Showing through her sheer white shirt was one of the laciest white satin bras justin had ever seen. In no time, the beautiful Lacy handed Justin a softball glove and offered him to join her in a game of catch. Of course, justin had no idea this beautiful girl had been a fast pitch specialist pitcher in college. Reluctant at first to take the glove, Justin realized it was now or never to prove his masculinity...finally...to a beautiful girl. Lacy's first throw was soft. Easy catch for Justin. He was relieved. The second throw was a bit harder. Justin ducked to get out of its way. After running the ball down and clumsily throwing it back to the beautiful girl, Lacy unleashed an 80-plus miles an hour fast ball! It hit justin squarely in his stomache. He cried. Yes, justin cried. In front of the very girl he hoped to impress. He couldn't help it. It burned. It stung. But Lacy only laughed at him. "C'mon, Justin, let's try basketball. There's a goal in the back of the house. We'll play a game of "H-O-R-S-E." Percy shot like a little girl. It was awful. Two easy layups by Lacy, two free throws, and a short jump shot later, and the game was over. Justin never even made a shot. He never came close. Embarrassment was turning to humiliation. And then...football. "I'll kick it to you first," Lacy shouted out to Justin. And she let loose a booming punt, high in the air...it seemed to stay up there forever...that Justin fumbled miserably. But he managed to pick it up, started to run, and then Lacy levelled him with a jarring tackle in a muddy part of the grounds. Now Justin's clothes were both dirty and wet. Lacy smiled triumphantly, her hands on her hips, looking almost condescendingly at the sissy. And while he tried hard not to cry, Justin still had traces of tears running down his cheeks. "Oh, I'm sorry, Justin. Did I hurt you?" Justin stammered and finally said that he was "fine." Lacy smiled triumphantly again. And at that moment, Justin knew he had failed miserably...again...at being boyfriend material for this androgynously beautiful girl. He had been thoroughly humiliated in every athletic competiton with her. He would have no chance to "score" with Lacy. The two hours had come and gone. Justin's hopes had been quickly dashed...

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As soon as Justin and Lacy walked into the study, Justin's Aunty Jane was aghast at how filthy her nephew's clothes had become. Lacy wasn't dirty at all, as she stood in the middle of the study triumphantly with her hands on her hips. Dr. Haynes and Lacy exchanged knowing glances. "Justin!" exclaimed his Aunty Jane. "Just look at you! You're filthy! You've ruined your clothes! Whatever am I going to do with you!" "I...I...I'mmmmm sorrrrrry...Auntie Jane. It's HER fault!" Justin exclaimed out of desperation. "She pushed me in the mud." The little weakling pointed at the beautiful Lacy...."We were playing football."  "I'm sorry, Justin. I didn't mean to 'hurt' you." Lacy teased. Dr. Haynes stood up and approached Justin. She towered over the little man. Looking right past him, Dr. Haynes addressed Justin's Aunty Jane, "Dear Ms. Smythe, we have extra clothing upstairs that I am certain will fit young master Justin." Justin detected a hint of sarcasm in the beautiful doctor's voice. "Heavens yes, Jennifer, please do loan my dear little nephew some clothes to wear for the remainder of our visit. After all, I will not tolerate him soiling your beautiful study in his filthy clothes. Could you also please offer him a hot shower?" "Ms. Smythe, do not worry about a thing. We will see that little justin is squeaky clean and quite presentable before we have our afternoon tea." And then Dr. Haynes picked up a small bell, rang it two times, and in  seconds the beautifully petticoated Celeste appeared at the door of the study, dutifully curtseying before entering. "Celeste, please show Justin to the spare bedroom upstairs so that he may return for tea...presentable and appropriately dressed." "Yes, Dr. Haynes," Curtseyed the beautiful blonde. Justin looked to his Aunt for help, his eyes pleading. But before he knew it, the tall and much stronger Celeste grabbed Justin forcibly by the shoulder and unceremomiously marched him out of the study. "Celeste," Dr. Haynes ordered as they were exiting, "If young master justin resists even in the least, you may summon me for assistance." Celeste turned to face Dr. Haynes, justin in tow, "Oui, Madame." And the stunningly beautiful maid dropped a deep, exaggerated, feminine curtsey, allowing her lacy layers of rustling white petticoats to lacily expose themselves. Justin was dragged from the study by the feminine...but forceful Celeste as feminine giggles were heard in the study. The poor sissy was led upstairs by the beautiful Celeste. As the young sissy desperately tried to slow down the maid's pace, he gazed upon the gorgeous Celeste, one step ahead of him, and his eyes became fixated...again...on the mass of stiff white lace petticoats frantically swishing and rustling as the feminine maid focused on dragging her victim towards the inner sanctity of one of many exquisitely decorated ultrafeminine little girl's bedrooms in the very special home of Dr. Jennifer Haynes. No matter how hard poor Justin tried to slow Celeste down, he was no match as she dragged him to the second floor hallway. In no time, the beautiful feminine woman had reached the top staircase and purposely headed down the long hall on the left, dragging little Justin behind her, himself transfixed helplessly on her lace petticoats swishing frantically. Before justin knew what had happened, he found himself locked inside what appeared to be a bedroom more suited for a very prissy little girl. Propelled into a pale pink and white bathroom, the tall, beautiful Celeste blocked his attempted exit. Her hands purposely on her hips, the tall, leggy blonde, her ultra short black satin skirt of her French Maid's uniform buttressed by layer after layer of exposed white lace-trimmed net petticoats, the beautiful Celeste ordered justin to remove his clothes, "ALL of them. Immediately!!!" "b...b...b...but...but..." Celeste interrupted the trembling little man. "But what??!!" She fired back, her hands still placed squarely on her hips. "You...you...you're...a...a...woman!" Justin stammered. "No! Really!?! Now...give me your clothes...ALL of them...while I run a nice hot bubble bath for you. Celeste is going to make you all clean and smelling pretty for the ladies..."

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Celeste quickly turned on the faucet of the beautiful bathtub and quickly it began to fill with hot water. Celeste then poured a generous portion of pink bubble bath into the hot water and immediately the sweet feminine flowery scent wafted through the air. As the tub rapidly filled with foaming pink bubbles, Celeste warned Justin, "Either you get out of those disgusting clothes before the tub fills or you are going to get the spanking of your life...SISSY!" Justin had just been called a sissy. By this ultrafeminine beauty of a woman. Petticoated herself. But clearly in charge. She had called him out. And the pantywaist was too stunned...and too mesmerized by the gorgeous maid's rustling exposed lace petticoats...to even do anything about it...except to obey her. Justin was no match for Celeste...and he knew it. The combination of  height, strength, and intoxicating femininity and beauty of this woman made her exquisitely disarming. The petticoated maid would brook no nonsense from a weakling like Justin. She had called him a sissy. And he had done nothing about it. Absolutely nothing...except hand over to this stunning blonde every piece of male clothing he had been wearing. All of it. Every single piece. And when it was done, she smiled triumphantly, hands on her hips, and whispered condescendingly, "I can't wait to get you in petticoats." And then she laughed mockingly at him. Justin was stunned beyond belief. And still he offered no resistance to the mesmerizingly beautiful woman. He simply wanted to obey her. Yes, he wanted to obey her every whim despite the fact that she had called him out. And then she did it again. "Wouldn't you just love to wear a petticoat...just like the special petticoat I put on...just for you. Come on, sissy, admit it.  You know you do. You need to be petticoated, sissy. Feminized. Intense sissification." The beautiful blonde towered over justin. And then she made frou frou with her petticoats. She fingered her lacy layers. "If you're a good boy for Celeste...I mean a really good little boy...and obey me...I might...I just might...allow you to touch my petticoats. Oooooooooooo....Would sissy like that? Hmmmmmmm...? Of course, if Celeste allows her little sissyboy to touch her petticoats, her little sissy has got to promise not to get too excited. If he can't keep his promise, who knows, my little sissy may find himself IN petticoats...!!!"