PETTICOATED!

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Justin could feel the sweat on his brow. he was about to acquiesce to Michaela's ridiculous demands. Ridiculous and exciting, and yes, egregiously emasculating. And still...he had no nerve no b#&%s left to resist what he knew was going to be, to say the least, an embarrassing moment. Just as he was ready to submit to Mikey's demands to count the gorgeous white rustling white Lace Petticoats She had on under Her pale pink and white short Satin Miud's Uniform, lace-trimmed seemingly everywhere on Her Satin short Skirt. "It's okay, Mikey. We can deal with this later. "justin," the Goddess addressed him with a smile, "Hi  I'm Olympia. Do you mind if I join you and Michaela?" Before the sissy could answer, She reached out to shake justin's hand. And She squeezed justin's hand...really squeezed it...and when She released the sissy's hand, She addressed Her Skirt Management strategy for trying to sit in Her Stunning  Pink Tulle Skirt. She slowly smoothed out all of the layers of Tulle...and Net...very stiff Net. And Her Skirt rustled enchantingly as She lowered Herself into the chair next to justin. Her Skirts spilled out everywhere! And She knew...She had to know, justin surmised, the mesmerizing effect Her Dress was having on this little sissy. Then She turned to Mikey and had a brief conversation, right in front of justin, as if he wasn't even there. Mikey, did you bring them?" Mikey replied, "No. But they're in my room. I can go get them." "Oh, that would be marvelous! Take your time so justin and I can get better acquainted." "Okay, Miss Olympia It will take me a few minutes." Then Mikey got up from the table, whIskIng Her Pretty Hand through the hems of Her Petticoats and then executing a perfect Petticoated curtsey. She left for an exit while Olympia initiated Her first little chat with this fascinating and quite beautiful boi.

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Justin's strategy was to play it cool. Heck, he had money. Plenty of it and was in line to be among the wealthiest men in the world in less than two years, and he wasn't bad looking, he tried to convince himself. His plan also called for him to simply ignore the way he had been dressed. justin wanted to get this Woman to spend some time with him. "You are stunningly Beautiful," justin blurted out to Her. "Oh, what a sweet thing to say," this Beauty smiled. justin asked Her, "Do you have a boyfriend? Are you married?" "Why?" She laughed. "Are you interested?" "I am. Yes!" ,"That's so sweet, justin. But you don't know anything about Me." "I just know you are the most Beautiful Woman I have ever laid eyes on." And then this Goddess looked straight into Her pretty little sissy friend's wide open eyes, and stated emphatically, "But I prefer only Feminine company." And then She took a moment to rearrange Her Ballet-style Pink Tulle Skirts, and then fingering Her Skirts, creating a Rustling Froufrou, leaned forward, and asked him, "Do you have a problem with that?" "Ummmm...n-n-n-n-no." He gulped. "Of course not." Olympia said, "Besides, you haven't told me anything about yourself. Justin, I'm an analytical Girl. I believe I can learn almost everything I need to know about a boi just by knowing his search history...ALL of it. Would you agree with that premise?" Without stopping, She continued, "Sooooo...if I was to see your search history, justin, say for the last 5-7 years, what would I learn about you? Hmmmmm?" Her Beautiful long hands were resting in the voluminous Skirts of Her Pink Tulle. She was staring directly at him. justin took a split second to envy Her Makeup and the Feminine Power it held over him. He blabbered his response, not very confidently, "I google a lot of sports,  especially soccer. I follow professional hockey. Mostly sports," his voice trailed off. She smiled, sarcastically asking, "Mostly sports? Okay. When you're not searching for sports sites, what are you searching for?" he froze for a few seconds, before throwing out a handful of news websites.  BBC, NY Times. And again, justin's voice trailed off, lacking confidence in his answer. "Are you leaving anything out? Anything at all?" Olympia had a quizzical look as She asked him. "I don't believe you.  Not entirely. What would you say if I told you I knew YOUR entire search history for the last seven years. All of it." And then She made frou frou with Her Skirts, and "asked" him, "While you are pondering your response regarding your complete search history, would you be a Dear and please count the Tulle layers of my Skirt before Mikey gets back. I want to have an answer for Her. Meanwhile, I can help you fill in the blanks with the 'missing parts you seem to conveniently have forgotten..."

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Now justin was in a panic. He knew all of these Supremely Feminine, Beautiful and Confident Women would see him acquiesce to the "wishes" of Olympia. Would he do it? Would he submit to what She knew would be a humiliating experience. He knew it would, too. But his  thoughts were interrupted quuckly by this Goddess, "Do it now, justin." She leaned forward, tapping Her Feminine fingers impatiently on the glass table top, "I won't ask you again." She pulled out of Her Purse a White Makeup Brush, followed by a Compact. She did this slowly, deliberately, all the while lòoking straight at the sissy. Then She pointed Her White Makeup Brush directly at the terrified sissy, "Now, you may count the number of Layers my Skirt has. Count every Layer. And separate the Layers into categories, such as Tulle, Crinoline Net, Taffeta, and Satin. And pay attention to the Lace. I want you to be able to describe EVERY detail to Mikey if She asks. Meanwhile," She continued, as soon as you have learned All about My Skirt, we can have a chat about, let's say.....Yes! Our search histories!" Olympia pulled out Her Tube of Pale Pink Lipstick while justin's visibly trembling little fingers moved towards Olympia's Ultrafeminine and VERY Full Pink Tulle Skirt(s). "Now make sure you get it right. Then we're going to have a nice little Girly chat about your.....proclivities. I have soooooo many questions?"And with that, the sissy got out if his chair, down on his knees, and nodded to Her as if asking for Her permission to even be allowed to touch such  a quintessentially Feminine garment. A typical sissy behavior. A clue. And She knew it." "You have three minutes, justine," Olympia said, Feminizing the sissy's name for th e first time. "That is the amount of time it will take Me to freshen my Makeup..." Pausing for just a moment, She added..."Except for My Lipstick. I think I will freshen my Lipstick while we're having our Girltalk. I can ask you some questions about your search history. Meanwhile, Mikey will be back any minute now. Do take notice of Her NEW  Petticoats, justin. I designed them Myself..."

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And now the embarrassed boi was doing exactly what he knew She had ordered him to do, just to shame him...to emasculate him, if you will...in public. And in front of THIS gathering. Yet he did exactly what She had just ordered him to do. Essentially, Olympia was calling justin's masculinity out. Right here. And right now. His pale little face was now burning red with shame. And yet he did it. Olympia looked down at Her sissy triumphantly, continuing, "Look up at Me, justine. Watch Me apply just a touch of Blush, just to tease you..." and the Tall Feminine Goddess took Her Feminine Brush, lightly swirled it in the compact She was daintily holding in Her other hand, followed by an expertly confident and Feminine application to Her Gorgeous cheekbones. Then he heard the click of Her closing Her compact as She pointed Her Makeup Brush at him, "Now you have an image of Me in your mind, Femininely...Confidently freshening My Makeup. And you have a front row seat while you are playing in My Skirts. Now, you have three minutes." She took her phone out of Her Purse to go thru Her email and to set the alarm in it for three minutes. She also kept Her eye on Her new playmate as his fingers examined Her Skirt(s). When the alarm sounded, Olympia ordered justin to stop and rejoin Her at their table. Meekly he complied and as he took a seat, Olympia turned to justin and asked, "So, did you learn a lot about my Skirt? I hope so. We'll find out when Mikey returns. Make sure you compliment Her on Her new Petticoats....Sooooo...when I saw your 7-year search history...the search history that really matters, justine." After Feminizing justin's name again, justin did nothing...again. He just sat there and said nothing while this Goddess began Her assault on what little was left of any remaining masculinity the boi had left in him. "You have been a naughty little man for quite some time. We need to follow through on your recent searches regarding FLR's." When justin tried to ask Her what She meant by that, She laughed, "Now you know exactly what an FLR is. You've searched for it tens of thousands of times in just the past year. FEMALE LED RELATIONSHIPS. Am I correct?" "Y..y..yesss, but I was just curious. That's all." Olympia basically ignored his response, saying curtly, "We will revisit FLR's later. For now, though, I want to discuss a topic you think you know a lot about. You may be surprised how much I know about that same topic." Wwwhhhat...is...that topic?" justin stammered. This Beautuful Woman then took out Her Pink tube of Lipstick, removed the cap, and slowly twisted the tube until the Shimmering Pink Lipstick emerged. As She slowly...and oh so Femininely freshened Her Lipstick, She said, "Let's talk about sissies. Especially the Pretty kind. And Feminization. Specifically, Forced Feminization? With a heavy dose of Petticoating. How does that sound?"...

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Now justin froze. Just like that. His face was burning. Olympia zeroed in. "So, do you think Petticoating works on Pretty bois, sissies...? Hmmm?" She re-touched Her Lipstick again. Pouting Her Lips. And looking straight forward...right unto Her sissy's wide eyes, Her Feminine Beauty was overpowering. The faint smell of a flowery Perfume wafted sweetly past justin. "Personally" the Goddess continued, holding Her Lipstick in Her hand, "I think Petticoating is the ONLY way to go." justin gulped noticeably, his face on fire, and his eyes redirected to Olympia's flared Tulle Skirt...or Skirts. justin was no match for Her. "I believe the Prettier the sissy, the faster he should be Petticoated. The really Pretty sissies, especially the youger sissies, say...mid-twenties. It just makes sinse. A Mistress who chooses a really Pretty boi wants his masculinity extinguished as expeditiously as possible. Petticoating is such an egregiously overwhelming and shaming experience on the victim. And yet it also proves to be highly arousing to many sissies. It makes for a perfect conundrum for a sissy...YOU are very Pretty, justin...Aren't you a sissy?"...

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justin's pretty reddened face shamefully froze in fear of this Feminine, Beautiful, and DOMINANT Woman. She Fluffed Her Rustling layers of flared Pink Tulle and (justin's recently discovered) starched White Crinoline Petticoats beneath Her Full Skirts. She made certain to "rearrange" Her Skirts, meticulously followed by Her seductively reapplying Her Pink Lipstick. And the sissy just froze at Olympia's questioning whether HE was a sissy. His face was on fire. "I think, my new little friend, that you very much have the potential to be a REAL sissy. Not some part-time fantasy girly-boi. Your search history is ALL there. It's cute, actually." Now this Goddess reached for justin's hands and held them, before squeezing them just a bit harder. She was hoping to see tears. But not yet. This little sissy was trying very hard not to break. "No, justin. Your little fantasies are over. You may think you are a sissy, but you are not. Not yet. As a matter of fact, you are far from it.  Do I think Petticoating is effective? Especially when it is PERMANENT? AOHhhhhhh...Absolutely. Petticoating makes the Sissification permanent, and the sissy's emasculation is 100% complete. I say, 'the Girlier the sissy...the better." The Beauty stared right at him. "Don't you agree?"...

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"Would you like to try some of My Lipstick? I know you do. And YOU  know you do. Go ahead, Justine...or...should I start calling you 'little miss sissy boy justine?' Drink your pretty pink Feminade, justin. It will make your cravings for Girly things even more powerful than they already are. Now drink your girly sissifier. Go ahead, sissy, I dare you. And suc-k on your pale blue ice cubes while we continue our little chat. Okay? Now go ahead...drink up, like a good little boy," the Goddess teased. he picked up the glass and took a sip of the sugary sweet concoction. And another. And yet another sip of this addictive drink.  Olympia rolled Her Pink shimmering Lipstick back into its case. Turning ALL of Her attention to Her weak sissy friend, She continued Her verbal shaming, "Do you know what your ten most frequently used search terms are, justin? And this includes all of those other sports and news websites you claim to visit. Take a guess which one is first? And it's not even close. Go ahead . You should know. After all, YOU were the one searching." And then She started impatiently tapping Her long Painted Fingernails on the glass table top with Her right Hand. Staring right at the sissy, refusing to say another word until he responded. Finally, "I...I...I...don't know. I have no idea," with much nervousness in his barely audible voice. Olympia rearranged Her Skirts and Petticoats, "YOU would lòok adorable in My Skirt, justin. She made rustling FrouFrou with Her Ballet Style Skirt. "Would you like to try it on some time? It feels awesome when YOU are wearing it.  The Swish-swish-swishing of YOUR Skirts  The rustling of YOUR Tulle, Crinoline, and Silk. You just know you do. Or..." She paused, played with Her Long Ponytail, and asked, laughing Girlishly, "Would you rather Be FORCED to wear it. Hmmmm...?"