PETTICOATED!

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"Get up, my little sissy," Mikey ordered justin. Your 1-minute playtime with MY Petticoats will begin as soon as we get you situated while I sit on the sofa. Don't let go of My hand, either. Then Olympia strengthened Her grip on justin's hand, leading him very quickly to the sofa, where Goddess Olympia awaited his reluctant arrival. When Mikey arrived, with the pantywaist's Girly little hand firmly in Her grip, Mikey ordered justin to get on the luxurious Persian carpet in front of the sofa...down on his little knees. Mikey instructed Her now-captive little sissy friend to sit DIrectly in Front of HER, and ask this Petticoated Tomboy's permission to Play with "Ms." Mikey's Pretty Lace Petticoats. Immediately, justin asked Ms. Mikey for permission. Olympia was quietly watching all of this go down. Mikey responded laughingly to justin's request. "These ARE stunning, aren't they? I am sooooo lucky I'm a GIRL." Mikey made froufrou Rustling with Her Petticoats. "Boys don't get to wear Lacy Petticoats...unless, of course, they are FORCED to wear them. What REAL man would willingly wear Petticoats? Anyway," Mikey said, sarcastically, "Since your request was so Sweetly articulated, "Yes, Justin, you may touch my Petticoats, play with Them if you wish. Examine their Exquisite *Lace* Hems. Just pretend you are a little sissy girly boi and I am your very Super Feminine Stepsister. Your 'sissy time' of 60 seconds starts now, justin..."

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This small, highly emasculated, submissive and, yes, Breathtakingly "pretty"... pitiful excuse for a male, pleaded with his Pretty eyes for a reprieve. Of course, it never came. The powerfully Petticoated Mikey raised Her Eyebrows cuttingly at justin justin one time. That was all it took for justin to acquiesce to this highly sissifying act of acceptance of one's impending Feminization. This little sissy greedily led his Pretty Little Painted Fingernails into the Frothy Layers of the Most Exquisitely Feminine display of *Lace Petticoats* he had EVER seen or umagined. ALL LACE! Everywhere. Lavish and Lacy. He tried desperately to appear disinterested in Mikey's Ultralacy White Petticoats of this gorgeous but Very Controlling Tomboy. And everything about Her oozed Femininity. She had him now. And She knew it." IF you handle MY Lace Petticoats Daintily, I may extend your playtime with Them. I know how much You Love LACE  Mostly White. Some Pink. Frequenly the Lace you are searching for is the Stiff White Lace. French Lace. Floral. I'm wearing These just for you, justin. Do you know why? Because I can. Because I...much unlike you...am a GIRL. On the other hand, well...you certainly are not. And therein is MY advantage. You see, justin, it's not really the fact that I can wear MY Petticoats proudly, and confidently, whenever I choose. You, on the other hand, will be TOLD when to wear yours....by the way, sissy boi, your Dainty playtme with MY Lace has earned you an additional 20 minutes to play with MY Petticoats." justin's red-hot and humiliated face said all. This was so demeaning. And at this point, this was beyond just emasculation. The abject Shame was evident when a tear-stained face begged Her to stop Her taunting and mocking of him. Mikey continued, "I cannot wait to see your little performances tonight. Are you ready? Excited? Soooooo..." Mikey guided the sissy's thin right hand and led it deeper into the Stiff crackling Layers of snow white Net, Tulle, and, of course...LACE. stiff rustling white Lace Petticoats. Underneath the Sheer Yellow Chiffon Skirts of the Tomboy's Ultrachildish Party Dress."So, justin which scene are you looking most forward to playing?" ...

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"Oh, I think I can answer THAT question," Olympia responded quickly, as the little sissy boi justin "forcibly" was maneuvering his very tastefully painted palest of Pink, perfectly manicured, little fingernails that Celeste had done to/for him earlier through Mikey's Lavishly Lacy Stiff Petticoats, creating a constant swishing...and mesmerizingly Feminine...and
Feminizing...to a weak-willed pantywaist like justin. Feminizing, Lacy. FrouFrouing Petticoats... a form of sissy Kryptonite, and on full display by a strikingly Pretty TOMBOY.  "OH, really, Ms. Olympia? Please do tell!" Mikey exclaimed, while taking Her own Beautiful Feminine Fingers and rearranging Her own Super Rustling  UltraLacy Petticoats while justin froze. "Our Own Little MISS Justine is sooooo waiting to be forcibly dragged into Our OWN little private heavenly DRESS SHOP where he knows his FEMINIZATION will begin. And THIS Feminization really will be permanent. You see, our little sissy here constantly is searching for the next fictional 'victim' of Petticoating and Forced Feminization by Stunningly Beautiful, Powerful and Very Feminine Women." Mikey leaned forward, now Femininely twirling Her Beautiful Hair, playing with it, and asking Olympia to continue. justin remained frozen in fear of what Olympia might say next. "Oh yes, Mikey, our little sissy friend here loves to read delightful stories about Pretty little beta bois being forcibly dragged into a little GIRL Specialty Dress Shop for those little Ladies who just adore Their Femininity and occasionally are seeking that very special...very Pretty little sissy boi to look for Frilly Party Dresses with them. In most of these stories, the poor little sissy is always accompanied by a very Determined Woman, an Auntie perhaps, a Stepmother, maybe. As the terrified sissy approaches the entrance, his wide frightened eyes are focused on the Cutest, Shortest, Frilliest and Laciest Girls Party Dresses imaginable. And they're  in the front display windows, the Frothy Confections of Silk, Taffeta and Satin, with oodles of Stiff Lacy Petticoats peeping out from underneath. Heaps of Frilly Petticoats are tastefully displayed as well as Pink and White Satin and Lace Corsets, Girls' Multitiered Bouffant Party Slips, Ultra Lacy little Ladies Girly Rhumba Panties, and yes...even Lacy Bras. The poor little bois in these sissy stories never seem to enter willingly...they know...oh yes, they know...what awaits them. And they never, just never, seem to successfully resist...

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Mikey laughed, looked down at Her Pretty Little Sissy Plaything, and made Feminine Swishing Froufrou with Her Pettilace. And then She skillfully rearranged Her Rustling White Lace and Net while pulling justin's Feminine Little Face ever closer to where Her Petticoats and Her Lace almost covered his frightened face. She was interrupted by the sissy's desperate request to "be excused to go to the restroom."  Mikey laughed, taunting Her Pretty boitoy, "Hmmmm, I don't know, justine. Is My Pretty little sissy friend getting excited? A Tomboy...a Petticoated Tomboy forcing you to play with MY Petticoats? Be careful about getting too excited, sissy boi. We have ways of dealing with naughty sissies, justin. And being that I am one of those Tomboys who believes in strict Petticoat Punishment for sissies...Pretty sissies like you. Rest assured that I always get my way with sissies. So...my answer for now is 'no,' You may not be excused. First, you will straighten out ALL wrinkles that you have created in My Petticoats. Ms. Olympia does not tolerate wrinkled Petticoats, especially on Tomboys...and sissies. Now, sissy, fix My Petticoats."

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"P...p...puh...leeeeeeze, Mikey, I really need to go. Please...The Pretty Petticoated Mikey rearranged Her WHITE  Crinoline ~Lace~ Petticoats beneath HER sheer Feminine...and Feminizing...Chiffon Party Dress...and very Girlishly used Her Beautiful fingers to playfully toss Her Lacy Pettis right over the sissy's head, burying him in Her exciting and Highly Feminizing ~Petticoats.~ "Fix MY ~Lace.~ All of it. Every single wrinkle. And then I will allow you to relieve yourself. By the way, Sissy Justine, before you speak to me again"...Mikwy paused... 'I expect you to curtsey as a sign of respect to my Femininity and my absolute Power over you." The Tomboy paused, laughing Girlishly. "And I understand that since you chose to wear 'Those,'" She disdainfully referred to his cute little  Lord Fauntleroy-style sissy shorts, "That your Curtsey will be awkward and highly unFeminine...this time. I really thought Celeste would Petticoat you while She was helping you with Your Makeup. Inevitably, that would have led to Her putting you into one of those Super ~Feminine Little Girl-Style Party Dresses.~ All Satiny and Lacy. Short and ~Frilly~ and then, of course, ALL those ~Petticoats~ Stiff, Lacy, Musically Swishing and Rustling as you mince about, limp-wristed and Loving Her Forced ~Feminization~ of you. But you chose the sissy suit. Is this your token show of resistance to what you know is the inevitability of your Feminization? Based on your search history, and The Frilly Dresses that I am quite certain you set your greedy little eyes on in your Boudoir, I just knew you would be IN one of those Dresses when Celeste finished with you. Your Curtsey certainly  would be better. Frilly Party Dresses, with oodles of stuff lacy pettis underneath, ALWAYS make for a more Submissive and Respectful Curtsey. Starting now, if you desire to speak to me, first, raise your hand Daintily until you are recognized. If I allow you to speak, you will curtsey to Me before speaking, saying, 'Thank you, Ms. Muchaela.' Pretend you are already wearing your Party Dress and Your Petticoats and that might make for a slightly better Curtsy. Do I make Myself clear?" The hapless sissy, his red face hidden beneath  Her frothy Lace and Net, softly replied, "Yes, Ms. Ms. Michaela." "Good. Now get to work. Once Ms. Olympia has inspected your work and it has met Her approval, you may be excused. Two of our lovely Hostesses, the Girls in the White Tulle Dresses, will escort you. When you have relieved yourself, you will sit with the Girls in front of the Vanity mirror, One of Them on each side, sitting right next to you, refreshing Their Makeup...and experimenting with yours...while delightfully engaging you in their own very special brand of ~Girltalk.~ Now...won't THAT be fun??!!..."

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Michaela flounced Her UltraLacy Pettis over justin's face as his trembling hands fingered Her Rustling Net, Taffeta, and *Lace* Petticoats. And while the Pretty pantywaist feverishly "fixed" the Tomboy's Pettis, Michaela and Olympia had about a 20-minute Girlchat about Bra's. Lace Bras, mostly. Yes, Bras. Lace Bras. Really Lacy Bras. Satin Bras, mostly. Satin and Lace. They talked about how Feminine they felt when They wore them.  How lucky They were to be Girls...Women...And wear such Beautifully Feminine articles that were every sissy's dream. "Soooo..."Olivia asked Her sissy, "What kind of Bra would YOU choose? Hmmm..." justin's face kept getting redder...quit trying to bury your face in Mikey's Petticoats, pull your face out, look at us, and give us a detailed description of the Bra you would want to wear...and why. You may choose from two colors, White and Pink. Satin and Lace." justin cowardly showed  his Pretty face to face his Feminine Goddess. He hesitated for a moment. Olympia pressed justin for his answer. Finally, Olympia looked down at justin disdainfully, and with a smirk on Her Beautifully made up Face, said. "Never mind justin. No need for you to answer me because what you think about Bras really doesn't matter. It's what I think that matters. I'm thinking a light underwire, White Satin Cup with Lavish White Lace overlay. And White Satin Ribbon straps. Very Elegant. Very Feminine. And VERY Lacy..." She paused for a moment before adding, "and a Pretty Pale Pink Satin Bow in the middle. 34B...yes, 34B would be perfect..."

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"Have you ever wondered...fantasized about having your own?" Olympia stared right into justin's frightened eye..."i would personally design every single one of your Bras...the Lace, the Satin,...Pink, White, all Frilly and Feminine...Elegant...Beautiful...and your Pretty...Effeminate...Ultrasissy...face...even BEFORE adding Makeup. Put you on Hormones. Female Hormones, of course. Begin to Feminize you slowly. I prefer Hormones over implants for sissies. Gives them more time to think about it. That's how I am doing it. And I will start by Petticoating him...Permanently. and then she will serve Me full time as My own  private, full-time sissy maid, a Lady's Maid, if you will." She paused, and after freshening Her Lipstick, made Girly FrouFrou with Her layers of softly Swishing Tulle, Her Voluminous Ballerina Skirt singing musically as She fluffed Her Skirts, as if She knew that everything She was doing now was part of Her plan for slowly taking control. "And he must be a pretty sissy. Very pretty. In a Feminine and Girly way, of course. Do you know of anyone who might be interested in the position, justin? Her Uniforms are Super Feminine. Very Sexy. Elegant. And the Petticoats are simply divine. Very Lacy. Crinoline, Net, Tulle, Taffeta. The Rustling and Swishing...Very Girly." Then Olympia took a firm hold of justin's weak little chin, held it firmly, and added,  "And very sissy. The Uniforms are Very sissifying." As Olympia released Her sissy's chin from Her grip, two of those Strikingly Beautiful College Athletes, radiating Femininity in Their UltraFeminine Full-Skirted and Flared White Tulle Party Dresses, with their vintage white "Chuck Taylor Converse" fabric tennis/ basketball sneakers. They were making their way to justin's table. Who justin saw coming towards him were TWO of those Stunning Young Women, Very Beautiful and Very Feminine, wearing Their Feminine Tulle Dresses...White and Elegant. Their Full Flowing Layers of White Tulle Skirts Swished slowly back and forth. The Beautiful Women stopped and chatted with other Beautiful Women, justin's eyes mesmerized with envy as They confidently arrived at his table. Pleasantries were exchanged among the four Women while justin was deep in thought...and envy. Olympia stood up to hug the two Girls and They instantly "oooooohhh'ed...and "ahhhhed' over Olympia's Ballerina Full-Skirted Tulle Skirt. Poor Justin could only look and listen. But most of the time they were whispering, nodding...looking over at him...sizing him up. And every moment justin tried to steal a glance at the two Girls...and Their Dresses. Ohhhh...how he secretly envied Them. Their Femininty was in control now. Olympia made the introductions, "justin, this is Amanda and Helen. The Girls reached out and offered strong and forceful handshakes in return. Both of these Girls were about 5'10" tall, towering over the sissy. As Justin studied the Girls' Feminine Dresses,  Olympia backed away from the table to whisper to the Girls. Olympia was doing most of the whispering while the Petticoated Girls nodded Their heads affirmatively. This continued for a few more minutes. Serious conversation with occasional giggling and laughing, especially from Amanda, who was laughing and giggling excitedly while glancing back and forth at Justin. But what made this Beauty really drop-dead Gorgeous was Her Hair! Yes, Her Hair! Thick, Long, and Blonde. Real Blonde. Amanda, a Power 5 collegiate volleyball player for four years, stood 5'10" tall, thin and leggy, tanned, deep blue eyes. These Beautiful Young Female Athletes. Both of Them Stunningly Gorgeous. And quite Feminine. As They returned to the table, Amanda reached in Her Purse to produce a small  giftbox, shiny black, wrapped with Pink Ribbon and topped with a Pretty pale Pink Bow. The Pink Ribbon and the shiny gift box were a perfect color combination to accentuate and insinuate that the gift inside this particular box definitely was decidedly Feminine...or Feminizing. The Girls and Olympia whispered briefly again, before Olympia spoke to justin,"justin, my dear, you go with the Girls. They can show you to a Powder Room in order for you to relieve yourself. Mikey and I will chat until you return. By then, we must go down to the front where everyone can watch you perform for them. Now...go with the Girls." Amanda was joined by Her friend, Helen. Helen, too, was about 5'10" tall as well. She, too, played scholarship volleyball at a Power 5 college. Helen, too, was built like a bigtime volleyball player. And, just like Amanda, She was Beautiful. Her light olive complexion, and a very short boyish-like haircut. The Feminine Androgyny of Helen, paired with Her perfect Makeup, and short Tulle Dress was incredible! This was too much for justin. Helen and Amanda took justin, one on each side, ushered him out if the Parlor and down a hall until They stopped at a white door to observe the symbol over the door: A beautifully sketched Pink image of a little ballerina, in Her Tutu, of course...Amanda took a key from Her purse and opened the door. When justin saw inside, he recoiled in fear. Both Girls forcibly pushed the Pretty sissy inside. Amanda then took Her key and locked the door from the inside. Now justin was trapped inside. He just shook his head in fear...in denial...but it was way too late for that...