PETTICOATED!

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OMG! I don't believe we had another database crash. Last backup copy was from June 30th. So all posts were lost after that date. Fortunately I had visited here this morning before the crash & was able to salvage this part that was still in my browser's cache:



Petticaoted! by petticoated



Justin was stunned. "I want out of here! Now." The beautiful Celeste laughed at the hapless little man. She turned the water off and added more sweet smelling aroma to his already scented bath. Justin was now standing in his boxers. "Hand me those disgustingly ugly boxers through the door and tell me when you are done with your bubble bath, Sissy."



The tall leggy blonde fingered the rustling stiff lace of her starched white crinoline pettis. And then she turned on her heel, her petticoats rustling musically, and shut the door. "And I expect your boxers to be tossed out of the bathroom in 30 seconds...or else. You've been warned.............sissy." She laughed gaily.



Meanwhile, inside the feminine and deeply perfumed bathroom, poor Justin couldn't believe what had just happened. Ignored by the beautiful Celeste. Completely ignored. And called a sissy. Again. Why had he not put his foot down when that happened. Oh why? And now he was in a real predicament.



He was breathing hard. "Ten seconds, sissy," the maid shouted through the door. Justin was panicking. "Five seconds, sissy..." Okay! Okay!" Justin acquiesced to the stunningly beautiful Celeste. Quickly removing his boxers, he slid them out through the door into Celeste's waiting hand. "I do NOT expect to be kept waiting again, sissy. Is that clear?" Justin meekly responded, "Yes."  Celeste quickly corrected him, "Yes, Miss Celeste."  "Yes..........Miss Celeste,"  Justin responded.  "There, that's better, sissy," the beautiful blonde said. "If you are not squeaky clean...100%...Celeste will finish the job. Understood, sissy?" "Yes, Miss Celeste."  "Good boy. Oh, by the way," Celeste asked matter-of-factly, giggling, "Have you ever worn makeup?"

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Silence. Dead silence. Justin was too stunned to answer Celeste. And on the other side of the bathroom door, the tall, leggy, dominant blonde enjoyed the fact that her little sissy-to-be was too shocked and embarrassed to answer Her question. She knew sissies loved makeup. And She had just planted yet another seed in the hapless little man's brain. "Ohhhh Sisssy!" Celeste said through the closed door, "I will be back in 30 minutes. I expect you washed and smelling sweetly in order for me to properly attire you for our little tea party. Your clothes will be laid out for you. Choose wisely or Celeste will choose for you. DO I make myself clear, Sissy?" Justin heard the beautiful petticoated maid call him a sissy again. And...again...he never even challenged Her. "Do I make myself clear...SISSY?" "Y...Y...esssss," Justin mumbled. "Excuse me, Sissy???" "Yes, Miss Celeste," Justin quickly replied. "That's better, Sissy." And with that, the beautiful blonde turned on her stiletto heels, her petticoats rustling musically, exited the feminine girly bedroom, and locked the door from the outside.  The strong feminine odor of sweet perfume and bubble bath permeated the bathroom. But it was not until the little man stood up in the tub, and as the water and bubbled drained from the tub that poor little Justin shockingly discovered that ALL of his body hair...yes, all of it...was gone.  Not that he had been that hairy to begin with. He had not. But now... only the full flowing locks of his longish hair on his head remained. That was it. OMG!!! He realized this was the only real vestige of masculinity he had kept on his lithe sissy body. And now it was gone. His skin was baby soft. Hise mouth was open in astonishment, but no words came out. How could this have happened to him? How? He never felt any burning, itching...or anything. What would the beautiful Lacy say when she saw this change. He had so hoped this would be his chance at a girlfriend. But he had failed miserably at every sport with the androgynously beautiful tomboy. And now his body hair was gone. And as he removed himself from the tub and grabbed the full plush pale pink towel to dry himself, he opened the door from the bathroom into the ultrafemininely appointed bedroom. And another shock!!! The beautiful blonde Celeste indeed had laid out clothes...but these couldn't be for HIM!!! They just couldn't be. OMG! Justin panicked! His eyes darted all over the femininely pink and satin bedroom, desperately searching for ....boy clothes. Men's clothes. A pair of trousers. A button down collared shirt. Something! Anything but what he had laid his eyes upon. His mouth was wide open. The pale pink towel was wrapped around his smallish body. He ran to the bedroom door. He tried to open the door and yell for help. It was locked. He yelled anyway. "Please! Hey!!!! Celeste!!! My clothes!!! My clothes!!! I demand you bring me my clothes!!! Please!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh please!!!! This isn't funny!!!!!" Nothing. Silence. He shouted again. And again. And finally, on the other side of the locked door, the feminine voice of the beautiful Celeste said, "You have 10 more minutes until I return. Choose wisely, sissy. And...one more word out of you and I'll throw you over my petticoats and give you the spanking of your life. Now you have 9 minutes to choose your tea party attire, sissy. Time's wasting..."

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"B...b...buttttt..." Justin's voice trailed off. "Shush, sissy!" Celeste admonished. And now the hapless little pantywaist was really in a predicament now. This couldn't be happening to him. It just couldn't. It was like a bad dream. No, a nightmare. His silly fantasies had caught up with him. OMG. This was real. Very real! Staring at Justin on the left side of the girly boudoir were three stainless steel dress racks...each adorned with the sissiest ultrafeminine, ultra girly frilly party dresses he had ever seen. Ever! And all three of them in cool gleaming satin. White. Pale pink. Baby blue. Full-skirted, no doubt with oodles of attached petticoats sewn into the childishly short skirts. Ultra lacy. And wide satin bows tied in the backs to make the short skirts flare out even more. But what frightened this sissy the most was that...yes...ohhhhhh yes....these dresses were made to fit...HIM! He could tell. That sinking feeling told him that these were the types of dresses that weak little sissies were petticoated with. They were also the types of frilly little party dresses that excited helpless sissies...no matter how hard they tried to deny it! And now...yes, now...sissy Justin was staring at his fate. He cautiously approached the little girl party dresses. He couldn't resist. He just couldn't. All had puffed sleeves. And all had a long row of pearl buttons in the back. But he also observed one other feature. A small padlock at the top of the buttons...

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"Six minutes, Master Justin!" Celeste giggled as She spoke through the locked door to the interior of the ultrafeminine boudoir. "oh, by the way, sissy...if you choose a frilly party dress...the white satin, perhaps...Celeste has some 'to-die-for' petticoats...and an especially poufy, femmy, bouffant party slip...just for the perfect little sissy who is debuting in his first frilly party frock and pettis. The Ladies...especially Miss Lacey...will simply adore you! It may be a bit humiliating and emasculating for you...at first...but you'll get used to it. You'll soon realize that you are destined to be feminized and sissified, Miss Justine. By the way, you never did answer my question: 'Do you love to play with makeup?' Hmmmmm...?"

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Poor little Justin. He gasped at the sight of those incredible ultrafeminine satin and lace confections he had fantasized about on the internet for years. "BBT Sissy Closet," "I Love Ruffles," "Birch Shop," etc., etc.,etc. But that was only  fantasy. These frilly little girl party dresses were...real. And oh sooooo yummy. And those beautiful women...all of them...were on the other side of the door, and the scene in so many of those exciting sissy stories he had read late at nights by himself...apparently was now waiting for him... a "tea party" ... yes, a sissy tea party. His face grew red. His heart was beating so hard he could feel it. How did they know? Oh how had they discovered his secret? His Aunty must have known. It had to be her. It just had to be Her who had capitalized on his now-discovered computer's browsing history. How could have have been so careless? On the other side of the ultragirly boudoir were "boy-clothes," he tried to convince himself. At least he tried to convince himself that they were at least pants. Sort of...and then, suddenly, a tap-tap-tap on the door, the audible swishing of Celeste's stiff petticoats, and her deliciously feminine...but firm whisper through the door, "Master Justin, do not disappoint Celeste in your selection of attire."

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"Four minutes, my little sissy friend," the beautiful Celeste announced on the other side of the door. She made no attempt to minimize her Feminine giggling. Little Justin's attention returned to the other side of the girly bedroom...away from the racks of frilly, satiny, short...very short...satin and lace party frocks clearly made to fit the little man. A single pair of pale powder blue sissy shorts (Yes, little Justin had fantasized about these, too!) in gleaming velvet, matching bolero style velvet jacket, a very sheer silk white lace-trimmed girl's blouse, resplendent with lacy collar and sleeves as well as white pearl buttons, white Mary Jane shoes with two-inch heels, and a wide white lace jabot. Frilly pale blue anklets and a wide matching pink c-umberbund completed the ensemble. As the sissy perused the bedroom feverishly searching for any other "options," Celeste opened the door. "Your time is up, sissy." You have made your selection. I presume?" as the beautiful blonde ran her long right hand along the dress racks displaying the frilly little girl party dresses. I DO hope you have chosen THIS one..." She teased. And She removed an ultrafeminine, very full-skirted rustling white bridal satin party frock, narrow waisted, a wide white satin sash long enough for the perfect sissy bow to be tied in the back, and short voluminous swishing satin skirts buttressed by alternating layers of heavily lace-trimmed crinoline, taffeta, and tulle petticoating..."conveniently" sewn into the frilly lacy white satin confection. The hem and the bodice of the frilly party frock were embellished with elaborate floral lace. As the towering maid removed the hanger from the dress rack, She menacingly walked towards the hapless sissy... he barely able to hold on to the pink towel he was using to conceal his delicate and frail emasculated body. She shook the ultrafrilly dress with one hand while fondling and making electric frou frou with the bridal satin, stiff net crinoline, taffeta, and tulle. And, of course, Celeste's own layers of stiff lacy pettis continued to mesmerize the poor sissy. When She arrived to stand directly in front of Justin, She teased him in Her girliest voice yet, "This frilly party dress should please your Aunt, my dear sissy, and demonstrate to Her your complete obedience, your desire to begin your petticoating...your permanent feminization...and a willingness to acquiesce to any and all sissy humiliations the Ladies deem necessary in order to crush any remaining male resistance you might still be harboring. Your willingness to accept your inevitable fate...right now...also will win you a very special little gift from Celeste...a very special...quite feminine...quite girly...and especially embarrassing...and very lacy petticoat I have chosen...especially for a sissy like you. It is guaranteed to accelerate your complete sissification. Sooooooo...is my little sissy boy ready to be petticoated by the beautiful...ultrafeminine...but very determined Celeste? Hmmmmm?"

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Poor little Justin, clearly intimidated by this stunningly beautiful blonde goddess and the ultrafrilly ambiance of his trapped surroundings, feebly pointed to the pale blue sissy Lord Fauntleroy ensemble, his hand shaking, and his voice quivering, "P...p...puhleeeze...Mistress Celeste.....may I wear the suit?' "I am disappointed in your selection, Miss Justine." There...now the beautiful blonde had called Her sissy captive "MISS Justine.

Her taunting and sarcastic tone was obvious. She moved closer, slowly waving the frilly little party dress in front of him...menacingly. "Miss Celeste thinks Her little sissy friend needs to be put in a frilly dress. With rustling petticoats. Perfect for curtseying to the Ladies. I warn you, your selection only is prolonging the shame and humiliation waiting for you...especially at the expert hands of Miss Lacy. Sissies should be put in dresses...and only dresses. Frilly ones. Extra frilly for ultrafeminine sissies...like yourself, Miss Justine. And then the tall, leggy maid took the frilly white satin dress from its satin hanger and held the ultrafrilly frock squarely against the little man's frail and delicate body. "Ooooooo....I remember as a little girl wearing a party dress just like this one! I added more petticoats than even this dress has. Lacy ones. Very stiff and swishy.

I remember the time when a little boy...Timmy was his name...obviously a little sissy...like yourself...had been brought to my home by his very strict Stepmother...a beautiful Woman Herself. It seems little timmy had been caught rummaging through his Stepmother's closets. He had a certain infatuation with Her lacy undies. He tried to deny it. But," laughed the sexy Maid, "It was futile. It was a Saturday afternoon and we were going to have tea. Sound familiar? I remember his Stepmother making him sit on a small sofa...right next to me...my Petticoats billowing out all over his bare legs. You see, Timmy was wearing the most adorable Lord Fauntleroy sissy suit...much like the one you have asked me to wear. I made certain that MY pettis had that certain mesmerizing effect that they always have on sissies-in-denial...like yourself. My Mother...a believer in Petticoat Discipline and Sissification Herself, had taught Me well. I remember taunting the frail little boy...grabbing his hand...firmly...and forcing him to play with the Lace on my Petticoats......while I teased him mercilessly...in front of his Stepmother. It was sooooo funny! I finally asked him this question: 'Sooooo...sissy timmy, don't YOU wish you could wear Lace Petticoats and a frilly party dress? He started to cry. And I laughed sooooooo hard!"

Before he could say anything, I added to his shame by telling him that I thought he would look adorable in one of my special five-tiered white net Petticoats, each lacy layer decorated with small Pink bows. He begged his Stepmother to make Me stop. She just laughed at him and told little timmy that She, too, would love to see him in my Petticoat. Perhaps one day I will tell you what I did to poor little timmy. As for you, sissy..." And then the tall Ultrafeminine Maid took the ultra frilly white Party Dress and spread it over the sissy Lord Fauntleroy ensemble, completely covering it.  "Let's play a little game, sissy. Okay?"...