PETTICOATED!

[krystalasbaby2017]

Very slowly they are feminizing the poor boy, please get it over with.

[petticoated]

Meanwhile, the Ladies had convened in the "parlor," where the festivities were to occur with a very celebratory sissy tea party. This parlor was magnificent! It was quite large for what we normally might expect in a parlor. White marble floors, glistening in the morning sunlight shining in through the glass windows. A view of the expansive gardens were a gorgeous backdrop for a tea party. The large crystal chandeliers hung from the white ceiling, the predominate colors in this ornately decorated room were deep burgundies and royal gold. The magnificent drapes, deep burgundy with gold trim, could be electronically positioned to provide the area with privacy, if warranted. Stunning glass-top gold tables, each table could seat either two or four guests. The chairs were all deeply cushioned rosewood, again the design of the chairs to match the burgundies and golds. Dr. Haynes introduced Herself and those special guests who would be in attendance: "Ladies, this is indeed a rare and very special occasion for those of us who are here this beautiful Saturday morning. Of course, the true Guest of Honor is Jane Smythe, the Aunt and legal guardian of our other Guest, young Justin. Jane, welcome. Madame. Kyra Chadwick, the world renowned expert and practitioner of Petticoating and forced feminization, Madame will supervise the entire process of Justin's sissification, especially, of course, his Petticoating. Celeste, Justin's personal maid...for now...is with young Justin right now, laying the groundwork for what we will witness today.  Right now, our tall, blonde, stunningly beautiful, ultrafeminine, and quite dominant, is, shall we say, beginning to crush any hope the sissy will have of recapturing his masculinity. Right now, ladies, poor sissy justine is frantically trying to determine whether there is any way out of here...more about that later. And hopefully,  justin's personal dressmaker, will be here in a short while. Also, several other members of our small group will be joining us shortly. Ladies, before justin joins us, I would like for Ms. Smythe to understand what a sissy's first public petticoating represents. Madame Chadwick, if you would lead us, please..."

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"Thank you, Dr. Haynes.  Ms. Smythe, Congratulations to you for a young man who, very soon, will be accepted into our full, irreversible, ultrafeminine sissification program. His final admissions hurdle is signing over everything he has, billions of it, to his disarmingly beautiful, yet a bit controlling, dear Aunty Jane. Once this is done...he will be Petticoated for the first time, for our entertainment, and then he will be humiliated and embarrassed by all of us who will are attending. Allow me to give you a brief historical perspective on Petticoating males and sissies, and then more about today's schedule." Justin's dear Aunty replied, "Please continue, "Ms. Chadwick." Madame stared icily at Justin's aunty, and then admonishing her in front of the other Ladies, "My dear Ms. Smythe, I prefer to be addressed only as 'Madame.' "Please forgive me, Madame," Ms. Smythe implored. "Of course, my dear Ms. Smythe. All is forgiven, Now you know not to make that same mistake again." The room was dead-silent. Madame Chadwick broke the silence, "Now Ladies, let us help dear little justin's Aunty Jane begin to understand how today will be but a quick snapshot of what dear little sissy nephew justine is experiencing here! Now...about the history of petticoating, also known as 'petticoat punishment,' or sometimes 'petticoat discipline." Just as Madame was about to begin, there was a gentle tap tap on the parlor door, which had been closed. "Enter," Dr. Haynes said. And when the door opened, and the stunningly beautiful and ultrafeminine Maid Celeste entered, Her 5-inch pale pink heels, wearing Her drop-dead gorgeous pale pink bridal satin ultralacy French Maid uniform, white lace stockings, frilly white lace garter straps attached to Her stockings, and an ultralacy white satin apron tied around her narrow waist. Three white gold and pearl drop earrings in each ear were beautiful, Her long blonde hair flowing freely, Her makeup was flawless, her entrance was businesslike and confident. But what REALLY stood out (Literally and figuratively) were the maid's swishing, rustling, and Her ultra-ultra lacy Petticoats. She was breathtakingly beautiful...but oh-so-very confident and sure of Herself. And then Celeste executed the perfect Feminine curtsey to the group of Ladies. She then turned to Dr. Haynes and executed another perfect curtsey. She held the curtsey until Dr. Haynes formally acknowledged Her, presenting Dr. Haynes with a large file folder of papers. "Did he sign the forms, Celeste," Dr.  Haynes asked Her Maid. "All of them, Mademoiselle," Celeste answered yes again quickly, with a broad and triumphant smile... 

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One hour later, the Women were gathered together by Dr. Haynes: "Ladies, members, honored guests, Welcome! All of us know how utterly fascinating it is to witness a sissy's first public Petticoating. The struggles, the denials, the excuses, by desperate sissies who absolutely fear...and yet crave... the abject fame and humiliation that your male persona...or what was left of it...is officially gone once you are petticoated. Petticoating is the highest act of submission and emasculation. And woe be to an especially pretty boy because he will be petticoated right away. And then Dr. Haynes added, "And tonight's little sissyboi is a '10,' Ladies. And with that, the guests returned to their seats, sipped on champagne mimosas, and waited for the festivities to begin. All of the guests, of course, were either powerful and  influential  Women or sissies...drop dead, gorgeous, and ultrafeminine. The elegant atmosphere of the parlor suddenly interrupted by the opening of the large oak door and the extremely nervous, somewhat shaking, and clearly frightened sissy justin was led into the room by Celeste. And then the leggy blonde directed the clearly frightened sissy to sit in an area "with children your own age, sissy." She pointed the right, in the direction of three beautiful girls in stunning pink satin French Maid uniforms. Their uniforms each had a subtle but very effective usage of the pale pink, one with small white polkadots, another was wearing a pale pink with the narrowest of white pinstripes, and both had several layers of stiff tulle petticoats which were visible at all times. Each had a frilly, ultralacy white satin apron, with a large white bow in the back. And their makeup was flawless. Each Girl was only about 5'4" with jet black long hair, and stunningly beautiful. They were joined by a third girl, who was more tomboyish than the other two. But Her Dress, Her uniform, was just a little bit longer in length than  the very abbreviated skirts of Her two friends. And She was taller, 5'9", and a little less petite than the other Girls. She had shoulder-length brown hair, and a disarming stare. Her Dress Uniform was Pale Pink Satin, heavily trimmed in white French Lace. Ultrafeminine, to be sure. But She had more Petticoats, lace-trimmed, flounced and starched Crinoline and net. And there was more than just a bare glimpse of Her pettis; Her Dress obviously made to have a shorter hem than Her Petticoats. At least 2-3 inches visible...and this was with Her standing up! Any real sissy would be dying to see sit down in that Dress! What master justin witnessed before his arrival to join their little group, as he approached the Girls, was the three of them standing while another girl was filming them on Her phone. It was a video selfie, so to speak. He watched attentively as the three Petticoated Beauties filmed themselves, the taller tomboyish Girl in the middle while the other two, one on each side of the tomboy, hugged and caressed the Tomboy, who, in Her own Red Lipstick, seemed to be taking it lightly and laughing along with them. But what justin also noticed was the futile attempts by the two mischievous Girls to expose more of the tomboy's Petticoats. With both Girls making attempts to expose more Petticoats, the Tomboy was successfully preventing them from getting their wishes, They wanted young master justin to see more Pettilace, but the Tomboy refused, three of them laughing the whole time. All for justin. He watched the two smaller Girls ask the Tomboy to turn around so they...and justin watched the tomboy turn around slowly so that justin could get the full effect. And then the two asked the tomboy to join them on a very expensive sofa. When the three of them got ready to sit down, as the tomboy lowered Herself, the Girl on the left playfully flipped up the Tomboy's Petticoats, the Girl giggling as She did it, hoping for a closer  view of the Tomboy's Petticoat. And when the three of them sat together for some pictures the ones on each side again trying to expose more of the Tomboy's  Crinoline and Lace. And this whole time, that stunning Tomboy, proudly Petticoated, had been looking squarely at Justin, laughing and having a good time with Her Girlfriends, endeavoring not to show young justin too much Lace and net...while they laughingly did everything they could to make it difficult for the petticoated Tomboy. And all three of them hugged in a "Group Girl Hug," and all of them just laughing...except justin. And then the Tomboy air kissed Her two Girlfriends before they left to "powder our noses and refresh our Lipstick." And then the Tomboy looked at justin, and still laughing, asked justin to "save us that table in the middle of the room." When he did not respond immediately, the petticoated Tomboy pointed to a table for two right in the middle of the very large parlor. And then sissy justin immediately realized that this beautiful, playful, sexy, Tomboy was going to have to sit down...in that gorgeous Dress, and clearly not long enough to cover up what justin just knew were going to be mind-boggling Pettis...

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Justin was relieved that her would be sitting a good distance away from what looked like the area of the parlor where a small elevated stage had been temporarily erected. justin didn't want to sit at a Tea Party, especially this one, where he had feared he would be the center of attention, the target of much shame and humiliation. Instead, he was sitting in the back with this ultrafemininely Petticoated Girl(?) in Her incredibly sexy...and very  SISSY...Pink, Satin, French Maid's Uniform. Resplendent with frothy white multilayered Petticoat Lace. She was wearing sheer white silk stockings, pink patent leather stilettos. And the daintiest, frilliest, laciest small white satin apron...perfectly tied in the back into a large decorative bow. This Girl (?) was different, though. Pretty? Oh yes. Strikingly beautiful? No. But it was that slightly Tomboyish demeanor She seemed to possess. Her two Girlfriends were just a bit more overtly Feminine than the Girl justin was waiting for. She just seemed a little more shy about things while she was frolicking with the other two Girls. He couldn't put his finger on it. And the bold red Lipstick She wore really added to Her allure. Her shoulder-length brown hair was loose and flowed freely around Her pretty face while She was playing around with Her girlfriends. She truly was enjoying it, even if it seemed She was a little more reserved. Not really willing to afford even more generous glimpses of Her partially exposed (at least 18 inches) white rustling Crinoline and net pettilayers. And the whole time she was looking...and laughing...at poor little sissy justin. The innocent little naive sissy had no idea who he was about to meet...

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The young, ridiculously feminine and stunningly beautiful pantywaist sat down at the table for two, in the center of this very large and ornate parlor. He felt ashamed of the overtly emasculating sissy suit Celeste had "forced" him to put on after a deeply perfumed and powdered bubble bath. all the while his glazed over eyes just staring hypnotically intoxicating view of the 6' tall blonde leggy Beauty. Her long blonde hair, immaculate makeup, including that all-powerful fire engine red Lipstick, Celeste's perfume, and then...of course, Her uniform. And She wore it so Femininely...and confidently. Oh yes, young master justin was completely under Celeste's Feminine control because Celeste had the Petticoats. justin's kryptonite, so to speak. And She knew how to wear them, too.  And every Petticoat in Cesleste's collection had been personally designed by this Feminine Beauty. And when Celeste wore Her stiffest, loudest, Laciest, and most mesmerizing Petticoats in Her vast  collection, this was the beginning of the sissy's final days...if not hours... of whatever semblance of masculinity the sissy thought he still had left. Celeste, as stunningly beautiful and feminine as She was dominant, just loved a sissy (still somewhat a sissy in denial) with a confirmed Petticoat fetish. Her ultrafemininity, combined with Her own personal designs of 'sissification petticoats,' had this little girlyboy right on the edge of where She wanted him when She insisted that the sissy, who hesitatingly entered the parlor under the watchful eyes of Celeste, seek out friends his own age as he watched a Petticoat show among these three ultrafeminine Petticoated beauties, frolicking for the camera, embracing, kissing lightly and just having a fun time. All are laughing. And justin cannot keep his eyes off of the Tomboyish girl(?). She is just a touch less formal than the other two, and maybe a bit more modest than her Girlfriends. She is laughing with her beautiful...and Feminine, very Feminine Girlfriends as they jokingly try their best to raise the satin skirt of the Tomboy's pale pink and thin white pinstripe color uniform, playfully demanding additional glimpses of the Tomboy's exquisitely Feminine Petticoats, Her snow white Lace Pettilayers already providing tantalizing views, still not enough to satisfy Her Girlfriends, though. But She valiantly manages to keep their fingers at bay. And the whole time this scene was playing out, just moments ago, this beautiful, unbelievably Feminine Tomboy had Her laughing eyes squarely on Her next victim, justin, hypnotically drawing this pathetic excuse for a man into Her own web of Satin and Lace. Yes, in just seconds, justin would meet his dream Tomboy. And then this beautiful Tomboy quickly and Femininely will be acquainting justin with Her Petticoats. He couldn't wait to spend time with this ultrafeminine and beautiful tomboy. And the Tomboy couldn't wait to learn more about this very Pretty boy. Very Petty, indeed.

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And now our little naive...yes, naive sissy surveyed the room while he waited on that captivatingly beautiful Tomboy to join him at their table for two. More people...Women...ALL Women...had joined the festivities, presented to justin as a "Tea Party." And they all were stunningly beautiful, and all of them were wearing semiformal coc-ktail Dresses. They just looked classy...and beautiful...confident...and oh so Feminine. They were Beautiful! But there were no males. None anywhere. Save for justin. And the ridiculously sissy Lord Fauntleroy sissy suit Celeste had forced him to wear. He was feeling very unsure of what he was to witness in this parlor. He was very nervous, Seconds later, he noticed the entrance of eight stunningly Beautiful young Women. They were gorgeous! Most of them looked like college age athletes. All had shiny long hair. Immaculately understated makeup, and playfully engaging personalities while serving mimosas to the guests.. And their Dresses? Stunning! Feminine! Ultrafeminine! They were all wearing above-knee length white Tulle coc-ktail Dresses, some straight voluminous Skirts, some pleated Tulle, others just layer after layer of soft white Tulle Skirts driving unsuspecting sissybois crazy, Femininely Swishing and swaying Femininely. The atmosphere was festive. (It was almost as if they were sitting at the theater having a drink and socializing until the play began. Twenty of the  world's most Beautifully successful Women, all of them supremely confident in who they were.) The other "interesting" twist on the eight beautiful, athletic young Women was that ALL of them were wearing Converse white canvas sneakers. All of them. Yes, sneakers with THOSE Feminine Dresses. The basic white Converse sneaker. The contrast of the sneakers with their Ultrafeminine Party Dresses would send out a message only a sissy would understand. And they knew it! Then four of those Beautiful Girls took up positions in the parlor. Two of them made their way to the entrance doors, positioning themselves not so much to check on people coming, but to make certain that no one attempted to leave...without Their permission. At least that's what young pantywaist justin was believing. There really was no escape from here. He knew he would be no match for those Beautiful Women, some even younger than him. He looked at them. He studied them for a minute. They were drop-dead Gorgeous. And oh sooooo Feminine...and yet they were more athletic than justin could ever have imagined for himself. The Girls were laughing and kidding with each other, posing for pictures with some of the Beautiful Businesswomen in attendance. Yes, it was festive. With almost a feeling of heightened anticipation...for everybody...especially the only sissy in the room.