PETTICOATED!

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Olympia edged closer to Her adorable little cowering excuse for a male to "Stay still. Don't you dare move. She retrieved from Her Feminine Purse a Makeup Compact and Her fluffy, Feminine Blush Brush and whispered, "Now, my little girlyboi, while I am applying Blush to your Girly cheeks, WE are going to talk about my dear little justine's Top Ten Search Terms. The #1 search term, which you claim to know nothing about, is...And I do so love this...is "PETTICOATED." So, my dear little sissy wannabe, what is YOUR explanation? And don't keep me waiting, girly. Do YOU need to be PETTICOATED, justin? I think BOTH of US know the answer to that question.  And I am just the WOMAN to do it, dear boi. Because it has been MY #1 search topic for the last three years, too! Your next most frequently searched term was the word 'sissy.' Well, I think WE know what that infers, right?" justin was too stunned to say anything, and just sat in his seat with a defeated, and very scared look on his face. And the afternoon was just starting. Olympia continued. "Feminization' is next. Then "Forced Feminization'...And next is 'Petticoating'...'Petticoat Punishment'...Frilly Party Dresses for Sissies and GIRLS...wow, justin," Olympia laughed, THAT ONE JUST ABOUT SAYS IT ALL!" She laughed. Then She continued Her list..."'LACE,' we saw a lot of that word, of course, especially when it was paired with 'Frilly Party Dresses' or 'Petticoats.' Emasculation. Shame...Humiliation...Forced Sissification...you get the idea, sissy.So how is your memory now...little miss sissy justine?"...She smirked. "And let's not forget searches for 'Lingerie,' 'Lacy Bras,' 'Lacy Panties,' ''Lacy Slips,' 'Full Slips,' and my personal favorite, 'Corsets. Soooo...is YOUR memory coming back NOW, sissyboi?"...

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Olympia ordered Her pitifully weak pretty boi to "keep perfectly still while We finish YOUR Makeup, My Very Pretty little sissy boi." A few quick Feminine Brush Strokes on each side of his Pretty face, the closing of Her Compact, and then leaving both Her Compact AND Her Feminine Makeup Brush out on the glass table...alongside Her Tube of Pink Lipstick. Stated matter of factly, "You DO know WE still have Eye Shadow, Eyeliner, Eyebrows, and Mascara to do. Of course WE can do both, Girltalk AND Makeup! Won't that be fun, 'master' justin?"Blatant sarcasm coming from Olympia as she emphasized 'mister. "And then WE have our rather fascinating entertainment following our Girltalk. So do YOU know about the entertainment portion of our meeting?" Justin's head perked up, wondering seriously  where this powerfully FEMININE and Stunningly Beautiful Woman was going with this. "No. Nobody has told me anything other than a Tea Party. That's all I know." "It's a little production some of us are going to perform for our Members and a few Very Special Invited Guests. ALL WOMEN. No men. No men EVER. And perhaps a sissy or two. Anyway, tonight's play focuses on PETTICOATING...INTENSE PETTICOATING. Starring very Pretty little sissies. So..." She was interrupted briefly
by a friend waving to Her. After exchanging waves, Olympia continued, "Okay, the setting for the first scene is in an intimate parlor inside a huge secluded Mansion out on a massive country estate where a sissy boi...a PETTICOATED sissy boi is dressed in an exquisitely Feminine, mini-length White Bridal Satin sissy maid's uniform, *Lace*-bedecked, VERY LACE-BEDECKED, and oodles of the palest Pink and White swishhhhhhhhh...ing Lace Petticoats peeking out *Lacily* the constant sibilant Rustling of the Humiliated sissy's Stunningly FEMININE Petticoats. The young sissy maid-in-training is Curtseying to his Governess, who is sitting in a rich Leather Chair, in Her knee-length Black A-line Dress, long legs encased in Black Silk Stockings and Her feet in 5-inch Stilettos, in Rich Black Italian Leatherand is holding a Black Whip in Her long narrow hands, Cherry Red Perfectly manicured Fingernails. Running Her Hand slowly up and down Her Whip, She is not satisfied with the poor Petticoated sissy frustratingly trying to perform his best Curtsey in the properly FEMININE manner. The Governess is lecturing the poor little sissyboi on the many Feminine nuances of SKIRT MANAGEMENT,  threatening to add yet another set of Frilly and ultraLacy Petticoats while the hapless sissy already is struggling to manage the Pettis he already is wearing. The other character in the scene is a gorgeously submissive sissyboi observing this Petticoated Sissy enduring a tea serving lesson from his Governess. Anyway, the sissyboi, resplendent in his Super Frilly Lord Fauntleroy sissy outfit is carefully observing the shaming of the Petticoated sissy maid by his Governess in front of all these Beautiful Women in here. The Petticoated sissy demonstrates the correct properly Uniformed and Effeminate way to formerly serve tea while the sissyboi quietly and obediently observes every detail...as ordered." She paused, still enthusiastic about "possibilities." She was smiling a smile that seemed to say, "MY Femininity IS My POWER."Her smile was intoxicating and confident. Continuing, She said, "We already have a sissy-in-training...a novice... who is playing the role of the Petticoated Sissy Maid (in training). However, we will ask for 'audience participation' in the role of the sissy who is observing," She stated, looking squarely at poor justin." She paused, giggling, and said to the sissy, "As a matter of fact, YOU would be perfect for THAT role. Actually, you are almost already dressed for the part. You just need a Frillier...more sissified outfit than what you have on. THIS sissy will be wearing White Bridal Satin...to match the petticòated sissy maid's little Dress...ALL the way down to the *Lace.* As a matter of fact, the Little Lord Fauntleroy Suit that our character today will be wearing has the Frilliest, *Laciest* Full-Skirted PINAFORE, White Silk, and the *Laciest* Pinafore I have ever seen! OMG! IT could almost be a PETTICOAT!!! And it ties in a BIG BOW in the back! You simply would look ADORABLE in that outfit, justin. Especially after We finish doing the rest of YOUR Makeup!" She winked at him while Her perfectly manicured fingers played Girlishly with Her Long Thick Beautiful, Shining, Jet-Black Ponytail. Meanwhile, justin sat there stunned. Literally stunned. It hit him. This stunningly Beautiful Woman, of all people, knew EVERYTHING about him. Everything. Olympia continiued, "Part II of our little double feature is all about a very pretty sissyboi who somehow finds himself 'trapped' inside this Super UltraFeminine DRESS SHOP, set in the Late 1950's, early 60's, catering exclusively to 'Young Misses'...and...as this unsuspecting boi character soon realizes...the occasional sissy...if the sissy is Pretty enough." She paused again, continuing to play with Her hair, twirling Her thick Ponytail Femininely. "I think my preference...for YOU, justin, might be the DRESS SHOP scene. Yes, I'm positive. Sooooooo How about you, justin? Which scene are YOU going to volunteer to play? Remember, these WOMEN do DEMAND authenticity from ALL of the characters." She psused to pick up Her Girly White Makeup Brush, and pointing it squarely at justin, said definitively and absolutely, "Yes, I am very, shall we say, 'intrigued' with the thought of you trying to put up a fight in a very Girly Ultrafemine DRESS SHOP...surrounded...no...TRAPPED... by GIRLY PARTY DRESSES. I think you would be in PETTICOATS in no time!" She laughed at justin, daring him. Taunting him. "You should volunteer for that part, justin. In a FRILLY, LITTLE-GIRLY DRESS SHOP. You would get to play the lead role of a soon-to-be 'New sissy.'  Tell you what, I'll make you a bet. I'm betting YOU will be in PETTICOATS...and a VERY FRILLY PARTY DRESS...in LESS than one hour, once you have 'entered' THIS particular little Dress Shop. If you win, by refusing to submit to the FEMININE Demands of these Beautiful Women  that he be "appropriately' Dressed...or what do WE prefer to call it, justin? Oh yes, 'PETTICOATED.' Soooo...if you successfully resist Their Demands for 60 minutes, you win. Simple as that." Now Olympia was taunting her little sissy friend....if you resist Their FEMINIZATION Program just one second beyond the first hour, you win and I must do whatever you ask me to do, for one week. On the other hand, if I win the bet, you WILL do whatever I TELL you to do. Okay?" justin asked Olympia to clarify one thing: If HE lost the bet, for how long would he be under Her control? One week, too? Olympia just laughed at justin while She Femininely retouched Her Lipstick, and looking directly into the awestruck sissy's wide eyes, coolly replied, "For as long as I want, my dear little Pretty boi. Ms. Olympia gets Her 'little gurl' for as long as She desires. Sooooo...are you up for this little wager, justin? Hmmmm...?" She paused, deep in thought, and then She continued, "Let's make it really interesting: "I believe You also WILL cry tears of shame and humiliation within 60 minutes of your entering the Dress Shop. The winner of this bet gets the loser for ONE YEAR. That's right, justin. One whole year.
 Imagine what you could make me do for you over a whole year." She made Feminine Frou-Frou with HER own Tulle and Crinoline Net Skirts." Go for it, justin.  Volunteer for BOTH sissy roles. Two separate bets. I dare you. By the way, I am betting my '1-year' wager on 
your performance in the DRESS SHOP." Then Olympia stood up, quickly,  Femininely, yet matter-of-factly, swished Her right hand thru the hems of Her Skirts, raised Her Pretty hand, and said, just loudly enough for the Women in the room to hear: "Ladies, this very nice man sitting with me wishes to be cast as the soon-to-be Frocked and Petticoated Pretty bois..." She paused, heightening the suspense in the room... "in BOTH productions!" A triumphant Smile appeared on the face of this Stunningly Beautiful, Controlling, and Powerfully FEMININE Woman...and then the wide-eyed sissy began to notice the stage area of this majestic parlor where a steady procession of those Beautiful Girls in Their Frilly White Tulle Party Dresses and white Converse canvas sneakers, started rolling dress rack after dress rack of the FRILLIEST SATIN AND LACE GIRLS PARTY DRESSES this sissy ever had laid his sissy eyes on. Additionally, headless mannequins were being strategically positioned to emphasize some of the Frilliest Dresses. Justin's head was spinning. This was REALLY happening. And now he wasn't so sure he wanted to go through with this...He had only fantasized about these types of things before. But before he had the courage to say anything...one last and final chance to stand his ground and prove to this Stunning Beauty that he wasn't really a sissy, no words came out of his mouth. Olympia seized this moment. "Great! Then WE have a bet?Actually I presume we have two bets, right, justin?" Now the Goddess Olympia opened Her Compact, took Her Feminine Makeup Brush, and FEMININELY motioned for him to move his frightened face to meet Her Brush at his right cheek." Swirling this Incredible Weapon of Forced Feminization lightly across the sissy's cheek, She ordered him to say rhe following, "Yes, Mistress Olympia. In the future, if you ask me a question, I will not hesitate in my reply." "Good boy, justin. Good boy. Now...do we have two bets? Two bets which will prove once and for all that FEMINIZATION is YOUR  destiny? Hmmmmm? Or will you finally stand up for your masculinity? I'm betting you won't...or can't. And let me be perfectly clear, little miss justine," said Olympia, as She Femininely stroked the sissy's cheek with Her Soft Feminine Brush, "I ALWAYS bet to win. I normally WIN. And I ALWAYS collect on my bets immediately after I have won. Soooo...? Ready to prove Me wrong, justine? ...  "Yes, you have a bet..." justin responded, a decidedly lack of confidence in his voice...

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justin's little heart was pounding. The room applauded with great enthusiasm when Olympia Femininely pointed at justin and waved Her finger for him to be seen and acknowledged by standing up in front of these Breathtakingly Exciting Powerful WOMEN. When he hesitated, Olympia raised Her Eyebrows, annoyed by the sissy's delay in following Her direction, and the sissyvery  slowly and tentatively stood to be recognized by ALL of these BEAUTIFUL and SUPREMELY CONFIDENT FEMININE WOMEN, all of Them in DRESSES. Every one if Them. The Girls in the White Tulle Dresses and White sneakers were mostly giggling, pointing, whispering Girlishly, and laughing at this hapless, limp-wristed pansy as he stòod silently and just took it. All of it. He was finally being exposed, literally and figuratively. The pointing, the giggling, and the outright laughing by the group of Girls, so FEMININELY FROCKED, especially found justin, for the first time  realizing that his masculinity, or what little of it remained) really was in danger of being overwhelmed. These Beautiful, FEMININE, and very Confident Women laughing in unison at justin's  expense. justin watched another small parade of the Girls in their White Tulle Dresses rolling several more Dress Racks to the front. Only these Dress Racks were loaded down with...oh yes...PETTICOATS. BOUFFANT PARTY SLIPS  MULTITIERED PETTICOATS IN TULLE, CRINOLINE NET, TAFFETA, and SILK. There were hundreds of them. Mostly in White and very Pale Pink. A handful of Baby Blue Petticoats also were included. The PETTICOATS all were heavily embellished and decorated with *LACE* everywhere. As Frilly Dresses and *LACY*   PETTICOATS were strategically placed all thru this fictional DRESS SHOP, it was obvious the intent of these WOMEN is to trap him, surrounded by some of the Women and those Beautiful Athletic Girls in Their Ultra-Feminine, White Tulle Dresses. It was beginning to resemble a Very Special Little DRESS SHOP. A DRESS SHOP for sissies...especially for  sissies still in denial...or think they are..." She removed a small Eyeshadow palette from Her Small  Feminine Purse and placed it on the glass table top. While the Beautifully Manicured fingers played with the Eyeshadow, She informed justin that She would be his "Co-star" in BOTH production. When justin asked what roles She would be playing, She replied, with a slight smirk on Her Beautiful Face" I will be the Governess teaching ULTRAFEMININE DEPORTMENT, with a strong emphasis today on Proper Feminine Skirt Managenent and I will play the part of 'Madame Modiste" Proprietress of the DRESS SHOP.  Madame personally assists the sissies, or rather their Mistresses, in DRESS SELECTION and DRESS FITTINGS...as well as takIng the sissy's measurements on his first visit. **PETTICOATING** weak sissies is Madame's specialty...as you are about to experience. Actually, Madame is a very easy character to play because 'She' and I are a lot alike. Ohhhhh...Here comes Mikey! By thevway, Mikey will be playing  the role of my Favorite Sales Associate...She brooks no nonsense from sissies. Total obedience IS expected at ALL TIME in the DRESS SHOP." sissy justin's fetishistic eyes were now totally focused on Mikey...OMG!...

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justin's knees were shaking excitedly as Olympia observed with a wide triumphant smile on Her Very Beautiful Face. justin could HEAR the breathtakingly emasculating RUSTLING of HER Petticoats. They were DISARMING TO A SISSY. Breathtakingly LACY!!!!!  Mikey  had changed DRESSES, TOO. And THIS DRESS was a Stunning pale Lemon Yelllow Little GIRLS PARTY DRESS. Chiffon. Pale Yellow semitransparent Chiffon. Very Full-Skirted. But Not Full-Skirted enough to conceal the oodles and oodles and oodles of LACE TRIM ON EACH AND EVERY LAYER OF WHITE CRINOLINE, NET, AND TULLE PETTILAYER. At least 10 inches of exposed LACE hems, and ALL you see is the ***LACE.*** And all the sissy's  ears are hearing is the Rustling, Swishy, sounds of Her... yes, HER PETTICOATS. As Mikey got closer, this Very Pretty, Innocently FEMININE TOMBOY seemed to be Loving EVERY moment...because this grinning Tomboy, a DISARMINGLY *FEMININE* Beauty, was laughing and making happy Girly Frou-Frou with Her STUNNING *LACE* Petticoats. And all justin could think about was just how Tomboyish, and yet sooooo Pretty She was. "Oh my god! I LOVE IT! I absolutely LOVE IT!" Olivia gushed. She looked at Justin, then looked at Mikey, Who had Her Pretty Hands crossed and buried in a sea if Rustling White *Lace.* "Watch this, Mikey." Olympia giggled. Then Olympia looked at Justin, pushed Her Compact full of Blush and Her White Makeup Brush to right in front of where justin was sitting, SHE ordered the little sissy to freshen his Makeup. Right then...and HERE...OLYMPIA ordered him to do it. He froze for a second. 'I said refresh your Blusher. Go ahead. You know what to do..."

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justin froze and just sat there, his brow sweating, unable to move out of the now-ABSOLUTE HUMILIATION he knew awaited him if he obeyed Olympia's order to freshen his own Makeup...especially in this setting. Mikey girlishly put Her hands on Her hips, as if daring him to refuse to obey Olympia. Mikey hoped he would. Because then the Shamefully EMASCULATING little program planned for this still unsuspecting pretty boi would be even MORE Extreme than the original FEMINIZATION program initially planned. Mikey wanted to see extreme humiliation. Very extreme. And now, Oympia waited. She said nothing. Mikey moved to where She was just behind Olympia. Standing behind Olympia, Mikey mouthed silently to justin: "No." It caught the sissy's attention. Mikey smiled Femininely at justin, and as Her ULTRA*LACY* Rustling Petticoats musically broke the silence, she nodded HER head back and forth negatively. Challenging justin to challenge Olympia. Mikey was now intentionally Swishing Her Skirts and Petticoats back and forth in Her UltraFeminine Chiffon Party Frock, deliberately and Femininely, daring justin to challenge Olympia. Olympia looked straight at her little sissy friend, "Did Celeste not just show you how a Girl applies Her Blush?" justin froze again. Then he barely nodded in the affirmative. "Speak up, justin, and tell me that Celeste gave you a Makeup lesson, including how you should apply your Blush." Olympia responded by saying, "Do it. Do it, justine..." Mikey watched to see if the sissy would refuse. With shaking fingers, and perhaps  barely a noticeable tear in his eye, the sissy shamefully agreed to perform in the company of ALL of these Beautiful, *Feminine* ( FEMININELY ATTIRED) WOMEN this wholly Emasculating and yet Powerfully FEMININE ritual. Taking the Feminine Compact, his little Manicured fingers trembling, the poor sissy fumbled just to get the Compact open. Then he looked in the mirror of the Compact. Picking up the Beautiful Blush Brush, he did the rest. While the sissy spent a few minutes 'perfecting,' to the best of his ability, Olympia smiled triumphantly until the Brush and the Compact both were back on the table. She had won this little encounter decisively.

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Olympia then strongly suggested to the sissy that he bring his Pink Feminade with him while following this Very Pretty, and yet TOMBOYISH Beauty, and A Stunningly BEAUTIFUL, Model-like and VERY Femininely Dressed Olympia. Two Stunningly **PETTICOATED** WOMEN, now quickly directing the now-hesitant sissy justin to join Them on a Rich Victorian Sofa along a wall, in the side corner of the Beautifully decorated ornamental Parlor. The two Beautiful Women quickly claimed each end of the smallish, Feminine Pink Victorian Era Sofa, leaving only a very SMALL place in the middle for the sissy to sit. Their PETTICOATS, especially Mikey's, naturally were spilling over already where justin was directed to sit. The sissy hesitated. He backed up. The two Beautiful Women waved their index fingers, with their perfectly Manicured and Painted Nails, and motioned for justin to come closer. He backed up again. But then Mikey got up, SLOWLY brushed Her hand under the Frilly **LACE** HEMS of Her STUNNINGLY FEMININE PETTICOATS and Her Younger Girl's Chiffon Party Dress, Smiled at him, and said to the sissy, laughing, "Now, now don't be shy, justin. Come and sit between OLYMPIA and ME. You have 30 minutes to sit between us and look at Our  *FEMININE* PETTICOATS. HOWEVER, you may only look. Touching OUR PETTICOATS is forbidden. I cannot wait to see you sit down as our PETTICOATS spill out all over you! It'll be almost like you are wearing your own PETTICOATS! We'll have a little Girltalk. And WE can play with some Lipsticks. Won't that be fun, justin?" This Cunning and soooooo Very *Femininely* persuasive Tomboy firmly took justin's trembling right hand and placed it squarely in the Froth and **LACE** of this sissy's own personal "Sissy Kryptonite - HER STUNNUNG **LACE**PETTIS. Mikey continued Her FEMININE assault on justin's teetering masculunity, taking his smallish **effeminate** hand in Her own strong right hand, and forcing him to play with HER PETTICOATS while She whispered in his ear, "Welcome to your new reality, you pathetic little sissy boi. Now...take BOTH of your hands and play with my **LACE**."

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Justin's terror-filled eyes pleadingly looked at Mikey, the disarmingly Pretty PETTICOATED Tomboy as if begging Her not to do this to him. Not here! Please! Pretty please!" This Strong and Powerfully Feminine Tomboy tightened Her grip on Her sissy friend's weak little hands, ordering, "Get down on your knees, miss justine, and ask Me for My permission for you to Play with MY Lace Petticoats. Do it, pantywaist."  "Please,  Mikey, may I please touch Your Petticoats?" Justin asked quietly. he was breathing hard and his Pretty little face was becoming more red by the minute. This really WAS humiliating for justin. Because it was real. And he had no idea where this was going but the sight of the fictional DRESS SHOP for Young Misses filling itself up with more and more and...more Frilly Party Dresses, French Maids Uniforms, ultraLacy rhumba sissy panties, Satin and Lace Bras, Garter Belts, Slips, Chemises, Silk Stockings, Girly Shoes...Everything a Girl needed. And justin noticed how much the Beautiful Young College Women Athletes were totally enjoying bringing more and more sissy Girly Party Dresses, undoubtedly to all be part of the inside of the DRESS SHOP. That was worrisome enough. But now he was being forced to humiliate himself in front of some of the world's most Beautiful Women. As justin Shamefully knelt down on his knees, Mikey looked down at the sissy, "Now, sissy justin, you may slowly take your Pretty little Painted Fingers through all of My Lacy Pettis for one minute. When your time is up, I expect you will be begging ME, Mikey, your Super-Girly Tomboy, to let YOU wear MY Petticoats. You are soooooo pretty, justine..."