PETTICOATED!

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The room continued to fill with these stunningly beautiful Women, all of them possessing the confident, Feminine control over any weak, pretty, sissy bois out there who possessed what it takes to be fully and completely Petticoated. The atmosphere was becoming more Feminine, Dominant, and highly anticipatory. Justin could sense it. Feminine...very Feminine...and Confident. Dresses, makeup, and Femininely confident mannerisms all were making him a bit nervous. Suddenly he turned and the Petticoated Tomboy was coming his way. OMG, Her Petticoats! Stiff, rustling, multi-tiered...under Her sissy girly pale pink and white Lace...Ultralacy...sissy maid costume. The satin skirt was a pale pink white candy stripe and very short...thus assuring a permanent exposure of Her stunning Petticoats, deeply frilly and ultralacy. The sibilant swishing of stiff lacy pettis, of course,  was this sissy's so-called kryptonite, as well as were the deeply flounced white Lace hems. Poor unsuspecting sissy justin was about to be stripped of any remaining thoughts that this was just one fun happy weekend around Beautiful Women he might be able to attract with his inheritance. He was also about to be stripped of what little remaining thoughts of remaining a male. Resistance would be futile. "Hi, I'm Michaela, 'Mikey' for short, the pretty Tomboy happily offered, and you must be justin?" She offered to justin Her smallish Feminine hand, resplendent with fresh pink nail polish, but Her grip was enough to immediately exert Her physical dominance over little justin. She squeezed it a bit harder until justin was barely able to utter his own name to Her. "That's better. Hi justin." She lowered Herself into the chair, taking extra special care to smoothe Her skirts and Petticoats before taking a seat. justin lowered himself into his seat. As soon as he took his seat, Michaela looked him straight in his eye, smiled at him, and then She looked down at Her skirt to affirm Her ultrafeminine, ultralacy Petticoats were making quite an immodest display of themselves to a "boy." And then She took the satin hem of Her maid's dress and shuffled and made frou frou with Her stiff Pettis, rearranging them, so to speak, with Her delicate hands, the sissy greedily feasting his eyes on Her every movement, until She gave him a look of condescension while smiling at him playfully, looked down at Her exposed Petticoats, gave a brief half-hearted "effort"  to pull Her skirts down over her Pettis, and then gave up Her efforts, staring at her little sissy friend. "I'm sorry...but my Petticoats are showing. I do hope you don't mind. After all, a Girl shouldn't be showing Her petticoats to a boi, should she?" justin said nothing. Soooo...how did you snag an invitation to this? I mean...you being a 'male' and everything. Or...are you a sissy? Cat got your tongue? Hmmmm? Are you sure you don't mind if My Petticoats are showing? Don't worry, justin, it will be our little game of 'You can look but you can't touch,' okay, sissy?" He gulped. This was happening in front of all of these beautiful, feminine, powerful Women. And now the pathetic sissy tried to turn the tables on Michaela. He casually acted as if he had ignored everything She just said to him about Her Her calling him a sissy to his face...he dressed in that ridiculously emasculating Lord Fauntleroy suit, Lace embellishments everywhere, and asked the Petticoated Tomboy, "So what are you doing when this is over?" She glared at him for a moment, laughed mockingly in his face, and asked him, "Are you trying to hit on me?" She laughed at him again. "Uhhhh,,,uhhhh...no, not really...I don't think...I...am." She stared at him for a moment before speaking. "I don't believe you. I have to go get my Makeup bag and while i am out I am going to get some champagne. Would you like something to drink?" Before he could answer, the pretty Tomboy got our of Her seat. As She arose, Her left hand quickly dropped down and Femininely moved through Her Petticoats carefully, as She checked Her skirt and pettis. It was quinessentially Feminine...yet very seemingly nonchalantly performed. justin noticed this, too. While She was gone, the room had become a little more observed by the eight Beautiful Women in their white Tulle dresses and white canvas sneakers. They were still serving champagne but were occupying every section of the large parlor. And they were all Beautiful, moving about casually but Femininely in their Ultrafeminine white Tulle Party Dresses. In no time, Michaela, had returned, carrying Her pale Pink Makeup bag as well as juggling two drinks, champagne for the Tomboy in the rich Satin maid uniform wearing oodles of Lace Pettis, and a tall glass of Pink Feminade, overflowing with blue ice cubes sissy justin. Michaela set the drinks on the table, positioned Her Makeup bag directly in front of Her, and slowly...very slowly...lowered Herself into Her seat and, fluffing and rearranging Her stiff Crinoline and Lace, all along looking directly at the hapless sissy. "Listen here, you little petticoat sissy, we are going to have a conversation right now, and if you interrupt me one time, I will have YOU in My Dress and my Petticoats, in ninety seconds...in front of everyone. While I am talking to you, I expect your undivided attention. Do NOT let me catch you looking at my Petticoats, staring at these Beautiful, Feminine, and Dominant professional Women, gawking at the eight Beautiful Female Athletes in their Frilly Short White Tulle Party Dresses and white canvas sneakers...you look directly at me unless I order you otherwise. Here, drink your Feminade, all of it. "That's a good little boy, sissy justin." The Tomboy fingered and made light frou frou with Her rustling Petticoats as She complimented him on this simple act of obedience. "justin, while I am freshening my Makeup, sitting here with my Petticoats overflowing everywhere, and we are going to have...shall we say...a philosophical discussion on the many benefits of Petticoating and shaming weak, effeminate, short, and most of all, stunningly Beautiful sissies. And let's face it justin, you ARE a sissy. Or at least you think you are. We are only here to confirm those tendencies and examine your potential as a fully Feminized, submissive, obedient, and ultrafeminine sissy maid for one of these Beautiful Women in attendance here."   

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The sweat on justin's brow was picked upon right away by Michaela. Wasting no time at all, the beautiful Petticoated Tomboy pushed her pale pink makeup bag across the table and ordered justin to open the bag. And when he hesitated, the Tomboy hissed, "I'm not kidding you about putting you in my Dress...and my Lace Petticoats. Now open my makeup bag and find my red lipstick. Do it now..."justin quickly retrieved the Feminine pink leather bag and unzipped it. His fingers were frantically searching for Mikey's red lipstick. She began tapping Her freshly painted and manicured fingernails on the glass table top. "Can't you find My red lipstick? Is it really all that hard?" And then the Pretty Petticoated Tomboy suddenly stood up, and after Femininely, yet seemingly nonchalantly brushing Her other hand though the lacy hems of Her Petticoats, She ordered justin to "Stand up. Now." At that moment real fear seeped into the mind of this true "sissy wannabe." This very hapless...and very Pretty...boi always believed he could indulge in his silly little fantasies unchecked...and on his terms...always on his own terms.  But justin was soon to learn otherwise. And with one final attempt to prevent having to stand up for this Femininely confident stunningly pretty Tomboy, in front of ALL of these strikingly Feminine, stunningly beautiful, and supremely confident Women. "Is this it?" The desperate boi pulled out of Mikey's Makeup bag a gold tube of Lipstick." His voice was almost pleading...Mikey took the Lipstick tube from justin, examined it closely, and then Femininely...but critically, and agonizingly (for justin) slowly examined the bright red Lipstick." Looking down at a genuinely scared justin She pointed to justin with the Lipstick, and said, "Next time, don't take so long. Now...start looking for my Blush...and my Brush. It's Pink. Girly Pink. You do know what Blush is, right? Before you say you don't know what Blush is, I will personally Petticoat you right now if you deny knowing what Blush is. Makeup excites you, doesn't it, little girl. Hmmmm? In front these Powerful Women. Right now. Don't test Me, sissy boi. Now...you do know what Blush is, right?"

[jenniesissy]

It's always lovely to get an update to this delightful tale which - difficult to believe - has now extended over 15 years.  Just one more reminder that once a sissy, always a sissy.  Thank you!

[petticoated]

justin swallowed, and nodded in the affirmatively, before whispering a simple, "Yes." "Of course you do," Mikey fired back. And then I will need my eyeshadow palette. And my eyeliner, and my mascara, and my red lip pencil...in that order. Now do you think you  can handle that?" Her sarcasm was biting as She stared down at him. Standing over him in Her ultraFeminine baby Pink satin Maid's uniform, Her hands on Her hips, She caught the sissy staring up under Her Dress, at her Lacy Pettis. She giggled menacingly as She made Rustling froufrou with Her layers of Snow White Crinoline and Lace Petticoats. And then She s-l-o-w-l-y lowered Herself into Her chair, Femininely smoothing Her rustling Lacy Pettilayers underneath Her Short uniform, and looked straight at justin, "Have my Makeup ready when I ask you for it. Understood?" "I'll do my best...I promise," stammered the hapless justin. She laid the tube of Lipstick on the table, lòoked at justin and asked him, "Now, where's my Blush? And my Pink Brush?" "I...I...I have them right here," a hint of pride in his voice as he handed them to this very Pretty, very Feminine, and very controlling young Woman(?). Mikey opened the Compact, swirled Her pale Pink Brush in the pale pink powder, tapped Her brush twice, took the Brush, gently applied just a touch of color to Her cheeks, all the while looking in the mirror of Her compact. As She swirled Her Brush in the powder again, She stopped, tapped the excess powder again, and then pointed the Girly Pink Brush at poor justin, "Are you enjoying watching me put on my Makeup? Hmmmm...?" Laughingly, She aimed Her Brush at Her pretty boi, and as She laughed, "Especially while I am all Girly and Petticoated? Make no mistake, my pretty little sissy boi, if you do NOT quit feasting your greedy little eyes on MY Petticoats, I will find some of your own Petticoats for you to wear. And maybe wear Them under a nice little Frilly Satin Party Dress. You may look at my Petticoats when...and if...I give you My permission. Understood? Good. Now hand me my Eyeshadow and put my Blush and my Brush back in My Makeup bag..."

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As this scene at the table, was playing itself out...in the middle of this enormous parlor area, Michaela already was imposing Her Feminine will on this pitiful excuse for the masculine gender. Mikey was handling little sissyboi justin with a steady dose of emasculation...in public. And in the presence of these stunningly beautiful, strong, successful Women. And indescribably Feminine as a sign of Their total power and control. Approaching justin and Michaela was the most stunningly Beautiful Woman justin had ever seen...a little over six feet tall, in Her 5-inch black slingback stilettos, Her thick, silky and shiny jet black hair put up in a high ponytail. But it was ALL about the Dress. Make no mistake about that. Her Pale Pink Tulle Skirt, at least seven layers. This swishing pale Pink cloud of rustling Tulle, billowed out into an explosion of Girly Femininity. Ballerina style, resembling a long tutu, the Skirt fell to just below the knee. Her black Silk sleeveless top was well-fitted to Her perfect body. Her Br# ( " at " ) $^& were prominent, but not oversized, and were displayed prominently but tastefully . Her makeup, not overstated at all, was Perfect. As She stopped at almost every table and chatted for a moment with almost every Woman at every table, it was obvious She was having a great time. She was all smiles. justin was mesmerized by this Woman...by Her Beauty, and of course, her powerful Femininity. She looked in his direction, straight at his table, holding her black, with pale Pink trim, Gucci leather clutch,  She had Her sights on justin's table...and on little justin. justin was about to be overwhelmed, and he knew it. And so did She...

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This Woman was Beautiful!!! And justin knew he had seen Her face recently on the cover of a prominent Women's Fashion, Financial or Business magazine...or maybe he had seen Her in both magazines. Maybe. And he thought he had seen Her on those magazine covers within the last few weeks. As this Goddess approached justin's and Michaela's table, the sibilant Rustling of this Beautiful Woman's multiple layers of Tulle were having the predictable effect on this sissy's hypnotic addiction to Beautiful, Confident, and of course, supremely Feminine Women who have a "thing" for little sissybois and prettybois...or both. Justin just stared, in awe of this Beauty. And then, of course, Her Dress. OMG! Upon the Woman's arrival to justin's table, Michaela arose from Her chair, brushing Her hand under Her Skirts and Petticoats, and addressing this mystery Woman with a perfectly executed Curtsey. Justin's eyes shifted to watch this strikingly Pretty Tomboy, Herself Petticoated, holding out Her Pale Pink and White Bridal Satin Skirts, Her Fingers delicately holding Her Petticoats as She executed a perfectly Feminine Curtsey. And then the two of Them hugged and exchanged kisses between Their exquisitely Painted lips. Michaela busied Herself,  fluffing out Her multitiered stiff, White, Lacy.. very lacy...Petticoats...rustling musically as the two Women separated. "Ohhhhhh....I just LOVE that Skirt," Mikey gushed to the Woman, who laughed, replying, "Thank you! I just love it, too! Isn't it gorgeous. And I love this shade of Pink. This is the first time I have worn it. I just love it! The swishing Tulle, the rustling layers. I am so glad I was born a Girl so I could wear Dresses." "How many layers does it have?" Mikey asked. "Seven, I think. Let's see." And as this stunningly beautiful Woman prepared to stand on one Heel and begin counting the layers of pale Pink Tulle, Michaela looked straight at justin, closed Her Eyeshadow Palette, and then strongly "suggested" that justin get down on his knees and HE would count each and every single layer of Swishing Tulle for Her. justin was stunned. Frozen. 'Now justin, be a good little boy and help the Lady out. Gently take each layer of Her Tulle Skirt and begin counting...out loud...one layer at a time. Now...be a good boy. The Lady is waiting..."

[petticoated]

And now poor justin faced yet another defining moment which would go far in determining this still unsuspecting sissy's future. He knew he had to put a stop to "this..." all of it. But Michaela's overwhelming control...Her exquisitely Frilly uniform, Her Petticoats, of course. And now She had quickly "forced" him to manage Her Makeup for Her, almost calling him out in front of the whole room, threatening to Petticoat him...here and NOW, becsuse he was too slow in retrieving Her Makeup from Her Feminine Makeup bag. And now this...he had to stop this...fast! It was getting way out of control. His convenient Fantasies were one thing...when he decided to engage in them...he always had been in  control. He indulged his desires when he felt like it. He spent countless hours surfing the web for anything he dared to search for And now, at this very moment, he sat there, frozen, and reality was beginning to hit him. Now was the time to find the courage to say "no more. I'm outta here." He better do it now, he thought. Or the Shame and the Humiliation he was about to experience would far and away exceed even master justin's wildest fantasies. And Her Skirt! It was stunning! Ultrafeminine and very classy. And this Goddess of Feminine Beuty was wearing it. He was frozen in this moment, mustering the courage to resist this latest assault on his last remnants of masculinity. "justin! What are you waiting on?..." Michaela rose Her voice slightly. "So help me, you little girl..." And then the Petticoated Tomboy looked down at Her little sissy boi, rose the short Satin Skirt of Her exquisitely Feminine Maud's Uniform, raised Her Swishing pettilayers, glared at thecsisdy, and ordered justin to touch Her Petticoats...to "fondle" them, "caress" them. She invited him to "examine the lavishly Lace trim on every single tier," wondering how you are going to REALLY feel when I put YOU into these Petticoats...MY Petticoats...here...and now...if you don't start counting...out loud...so MS. Olympia and I know exactly how many layers of Tulle...and maybe even some Crinoline...Her Skirt has." And without giving justin any more time to think about it...the die was cast...well, almost. Michaela added, "And since you have taken way too much time already, you can count the layers of Petticoats I am wearing. You can start with me." The Tomboy sneered at Her pretty...very pretty captive. And Olympia was waiting...