PETTICOATED!

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The frightened sissy boy was breathing heavily now, his anxiety...and...yes, his excitement levels at a fever pitch. The domineering blonde Goddess Celeste made delicious frou-frou with Her frothy swishing pettiskirts...the lace bedecked crinolines forcing the frightened sissy to feast his little sissy eyes on the spectacle playing out before him. Desperately trying to hold onto the fluffy pink towel around his now squeaky clean...and feminine smelling frail body, Celeste giggled at Her captive panty slave, musing, "Little Miss Timmy will seem like a normal boy by the time I am finished with you." Towering over the little man, Celeste now slowly...femininely...raised the satin skirt of Her sexy Maid's Dress, "Ohhhhhh...Look Sissy. Do you see the pink satin bows hidden in My petticoat layers? Hmmmm? Aren't they just to die for? So dainty. So feminine. Here...touch them..." And then Celeste grabbed the poor sissy's weak effeminate hand and forced sissy justin to explore Her lacy layers, searching for the pretty little pink satin bows that were the ultimate ultrafeminine addition to the Maid's stiff pettis. As She forced him to pluck the lacy hems of the five-tiered party petticoat, Celeste asked him, "Wouldn't my little sissy girl just love to play with Celeste's petticoats...explore the sheer ecstasy of such a Feminine and, shall I say it, girly garment fit for a sissy like yourself. And perhaps be allowed...if you are an obedient sissy...beg Celeste to put you in it?" "Miss Celeste, puhleeeeeeze...I am begging you...don't make me wear your petticoat. Please." "Hand me your towel!" Celeste suddenly demanded...   

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The frightened little man held the fluffy pink towel even closer to his frail body. "Oh nooooooooo...please.........please, Miss Celeste!" He was begging and tears were coming from his frightened eyes. "How cute!" The stunning maid laughed. "Why you even cry like a girl...a little girl! Does Miss Celeste scare you, little boy? Because I know your deepest...darkest secrets. Your silly little juvenile fantasies? You know you cannot resist me. I am superior to weak little sissy boys...just like you, little man. Look at you. So desperate to resist Miss Celeste. You want so badly to convince Me that ypu really are a "real  man' So masculine that you could take control of Me right now. Join Me on the bed and take charge. So do it! Do it now! Take off your fluffy pink towel and show Me what a real man you are."

And now the stunning blonde, six-feet in Her stiletto heels, towered over her little sissy. She looked little Justin straight in his frightened tear stained red eyes, mocking him as She made delightful frou frou with Her voluminous lace-bedecked rustling petticoats. "Tell me, sissy boy. Say it. Confess to Celeste all of your secrets and desires. I tell you what. I will give you one hour to rethink your decision about your proper attire for tea with the Ladies. I even brought you a pitcher of lemonade...pink lemonade, of course. Put on a pair pf panties...satiny and lacy...ultra lacy, of course...rhumba-style...your favorite...watch TV if you like. You may learn something from watching THIS TV. And in one hour I will be back. Hopefully, we can play a little game...just the two of us. Okay, sissy?"

With that, the beautiful Celeste, fluffed Her rustling lace petticoats, poured Her little sissy a glass of cold pink lemonade, and encouraged Justin to take a sip. The little man was so thirsty he gulped down almost half the glass. The sweet confection was soooooo tasty it brought a slight smile to his face. "Now! That's better, sissy. Enjoy!" Celeste handed the little man a pink TV remote with the feminine script "SISSY TV" written on the front in white, and left in a rustling of petticoats, saying cheerfully, "See you in an hour!" When Celeste closed the door behind Her, the little man heard the door lock as She left.

As he finished the glass of lemonade, he quickly poured himself another glass. While surveying the ultrafeminine bedroom suite, he realized that except for the Lord Fauntleroy-style sissy boy suit, there were no male clothes. But he was a sissy. And sissies like Justin(e) knew, deep down, that it was NOT the male clothes that excited him. No. Justin knew what excited him. And now he was surrounded by the frilly party dresses, sissy-style, of course, and beautiful oil paintings on the walls of little girls...sissies...dressed in short party frocks, petticoats galore, escorted or accompanied by beautiful, determined-looking young Women, also dressed in ultrafeminine dresses...and in complete control of their sissies.

And then the intrigue of the TV remote, of course, prompted him to turn on the television monitor. It was a large flat screen, wall-mounted, on the wall so that it could be viewed from bed. The sissy hit the "ON' button, and, in stunned silence, he began to watch...In a flowery pink background, a stern woman, perhaps in her early 50's, impeccably made up (bright red lipstick) Her blonde hair held up in a tight bun, and wearing a semitransparent white chiffon blouse, allowing Her exquisitely Feminine white lace bra to be exposed through material, spoke: "Hello, Sissy Justine. Welcome to the SISSY IMMERSION NETWORK...Sinfully delicious! Enjoy your time with us, Sissy..."

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"What? What is this?" The hapless sissy whispered to himself. Draping the fluffy pink towel over his lap and his knees, and gulping down yet another glass of the delicious cold pink lemonade, the little man poured himself another glass of the sweet concoction and tried to switch the channel. "Now, now, now, master Justin," the severe, but nonetheless beautiful Woman on the television giggled, "We both know you don't really want to turn the channel, sissy boy. Yes, that's right, I called you a sissy...because you are one...or at least will become one...when we have finished our work here with you. You see, you are an abject failure as a man. And you know it. Even your characteristics...your frail little body, lack of any real endowments anywhere, and your search history on your devices indicate that you have resigned yourself to the fact that your only interaction with Women and Girls will be that of total submission and strict obedience...at all times...forever. It is our responsibility...and our commitment here...to make certain that any and all male resistance...whatever might be remaining...is crushed, controlled for our own amusement, and eliminated. Yes, My sweet little sissy gurl, you are to be emasculated and feminized. Here at the Institute We have a variety of very efficient practices designed to crush the male ego. I am delighted to announce to you, my sweet little pantywaist, that your transformation will be deliberately slow...very slow...so that all of us can enjoy every minute of the shame, humiliation, and complete degradation of your silly little male identity. It is with great excitement that I can inform you, my simpering sissy, that we have decided to Petticoat you...permanently...forever...with no chance of reversing the remarkable girly changes we will force upon you . Isn't this exciting?!As a matter of fact, We already have started. Yes, my little one," the Beautiful Woman laughed, "The pitcher of Feminade which you are enjoying serves to heighten your powerful fetish for petticoats and frilly party dresses. And you will crave frilly lacy rhumba panties, makeup, perfume...and the list just keeps going. Soon...very soon...you will beg Us to be forced into frillier and shorter party frocks...with oodles of those oh-so-special rustling lace petticoats, while begging for more and more delicious Feminade. Ohhhhh yes...Sissy Justine....Feminade...our own special coc-ktail of those ultrafeminine triggers which will lead you to do anything...yes...anything...to stay petticoated. Occasionally, you will have pale blue ice cubes with your Feminade. Those are the male triggers which will constantly remind you that you really aren't a real Girl at all...and never will be. No, my boy, this is to make certain that just a small bit of male resistance...a token amount, mind you...always is in your mind so that you are constantly shamed and humiliated as the pathetic limp-wristed sissy you are to become. First things first. You have a decision to make before Celeste returns. Panties...yes panties. If you are not in a pair of ultrafrilly panties before Celeste returns to dress you, well...you will be paraded in front of the Ladies...including the beautiful Miss Lacy...wearing nothing. And then you will receive ten strokes from a fresh hickory stick. As for your other dressing decisions, well, we cannot wait to see if you will be an easy compliant Sissy or one who," She said, laughing, "Puts up a fight. You have time to find a pretty pair of lacy rhumba panties, perfect under petticoats and an frilly party dress...or perhaps lacy pantaloons, should you choose to wear that dreadful little Sissy suit. You have one hour to choose your panties or it's the cane for you. When I leave, you will hear a brief introduction to all of the wonderful and exciting channels available for your viewing on the Sissy Immersion Network. Have fun, Sissy, and have another glass of Feminade. It is rather addicting, isn't it?"

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The delicate sissy male quickly helped himself to another glass of the sweet concoction the beautiful older Woman had called "Feminade." And despite what the sissy had been warned about its side effects, he simply couldn't resist another glass. In the corner of the TV screen monitor was a clock, the seconds ticking away...now at 57 minutes and 44 seconds, Under the clock was the title "Panty Selection Time Remaining." And then the beautiful older Woman reappeared on the screen. "I am Madame Chadwick, Sissy Justine, the world's foremost authority in Petticoat Punishment and Sissification of Bad Little boys...much like yourself. I am proud to tell you that every single sissy who had been brought to me has had his masculinity...or what remained of it...crushed and extinguished. But I am highly selective in my choice of suitable candidates...and I am not cheap. But I am well worth it. My rules are simple: Strict obedience to ALL Women and Girls...NO exceptions. If you resist...even slightly, your punishment will be severe. My choice of switches usually is hickory. However, Celeste, your very own Personal Maid, prefers willow. Birch is another personal favorite of Mine. In the small greenhouse on our estate, all of our trees are grown here so that the switches can be freshly cut from a tree. Occasionally, you, my little sissy man, will be charged with cutting your own switch before it is used to 'redirect' your behavior. Now...for your selection of your Panties which you will be wearing at our delightful little tea party. Should you dare and choose the little sissy suit, pantaloons must be worn because your little sissy shorts are quite tight. On the other hand, should you choose a frilly party dress, my personal favorite, you should be wearing a gorgeous pair of rhumba style sissy panties. All of my sissy panties...or should I say your sissy panties...are cool dreamy satin, resplendent with row after row of ruffled pink and white lace and adorable pink bows...similar to the pink bows adorning Celeste's petticoat...the one She is wearing just for you. Satin sissy panties, as you already know, give sissies a certain "tingling' feeling when they experience the rustling of layers of stiff pettis against the cool satin. And, of course, when a sissy is properly frocked and petticoated...as you soon shall be, my dear, well, the sheer ecstasy a sissy feels...combined with that delicious Feminade...makes a sissy so adorably girly and vulnerable. That absolute submission to Women and Girls allows us so many opportunities to shame you as you are emasculated. Now...you may browse the channels with your very own pink Sissy Immersion Network channel guide for a few minutes. When you use the guide and browse the many wonderful channels we just know you are going to love, the Panty Selection clock freezes at its current time. However, you have only one hour to explore today. I wonder..." the beautifully mature Madame Chadwick laughed, "Which channels will you try first? Oh my, Sissy Justin. Decisions...decisions..."

[krystalasbaby2017]

Thank you for the update, hoping he chooses a cute sissy panties so he is in a cute sissy dress.

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Poor little sissy Justin...what would he do? Another gulp of the addictive Feminade and the overwhelming temptation to explore the Sissy Immersion Network began. He scrolled down the Menu bar, stopping on "A Sissy's Introduction to Petticoat Punishment, Narrated by Madame Chadwick." He hit the OK button and there She was. This slightly older but commanding and intoxicatingly Feminine … and stunningly beautiful Woman was sitting in what appeared to be Her Boudoir. And She was wearing the most stunning white satin and *Lace* Full Slip. The bodice had a generous three inches of scalloped French lace while the hem of this incredible slip must have had at least five inches of the same matching Lace. And because the sissy noticed two separate ribbon straps over each of this beautiful Woman's shoulders, he surmised (as do all observant sissies) that She also was wearing a bra. Ohhhhh how he hoped he could discover that Her hidden Bra was every bit as lacy and feminine as Her stunning Slip. She was sitting regally in a luxurious overstuffed black and brown leather chair. Her beautiful legs, encased in dark tan stockings, were crossed, and She was wearing blood red 5-inch stiletto heels. Her lipstick matched Her heels, Her hair was tied up in a tight bun, and She wore black-rimmed glasses. And across Her lap She held a golden hairbrush. She looked directly into the camera, smiling wickedly, self-assuredly speaking, "Ahhhh, hello sissy justine.  Now why am I NOT surprised that your very first channel choice is "Petticoat Punishment?" She laughed, and fingered the wide Lace hem of Her ultrafeminine Slip, looking directly at the hapless sissy through the eyes of the camera. "Did you choose this channel because you are infatuated with helpless, weak sissyboys who have no hope ever of becoming real men? Hmmmm…? Sissies who desperately cling to the faint hope that maybe...just maybe...a real Woman...beautiful and Feminine, will somehow believe that you are that Alpha Male She is seeking? Hahaha...you have zero chance ever of that happening. Why? You know why. Because those Women scare you. You envy them, actually. Their Femininity, Their Power, Their clothes...Do you like my Slip, sissy Justine? I wore it just for you. Just for our little informational session...because I am going to Petticoat you. And you are going to obey Me unconditionally. One slip...excuse the pun, sissy," She laughed, "And you'll feel the other end of My golden hairbrush. On the other hand, if you are a good sissy, and accept your Petticoats willingly, I just may allow you to brush My hair while I apply my makeup...wearing a lavish Lacy slip. I may even allow you to touch my lace while I ridicule you and humiliate you in front of my Ladyfriends. I do so enjoy humiliating and shaming weak little sissyboys...dressed in their frilliest Party Dresses, your swishing Petticoat lace exposing itself...while I am making you cry like a Little Girl.  I  have my own special Femininity Meter for every sissy I emasculate. It ranges from one to ten. Sooooo….sissy Justine, which number do YOU prefer to set as our little goal? Hmmmmm…?

[krystalasbaby2017]

Thank you for the update, i had somehow missed the last update as i had not commented.  I personally hope he selects the sissy panties with the ruffles.