PETTICOATED!

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And just like that, it was over for this Pretty...Very Pretty pantywaist. They had him. Literally, justin was trapped. And oh, ever, was he trapped...more like overpowered. These Very Feminine and powerful Girls had him. Their looks, Their Athletic Bodies, Their Dresses,...but it was Their Femininity that ultimately defeated this Pretty pantywaist. And then there was the most Super Ultra...Ultra...UltraFeminine "Powder Room" he ever could have imagined. It was more like a Sitting Room. But this was not some ordinary sitting room. This room was stunningly Feminine and was super plush: All White Italian marble floors, except for the Vanity area, which had pink Italian marble with a pale Pink Plush rug. It ran the length of the Makeup area and Vanity, beautifully Feminine and sitting under a Feminine/FeminizationWhite Brass Settee, resplendent with its Pink Velvet Cushion in front of an incredibly Stylish and Modern Makeup Vanity. Beautiful White Oak Cabinets, fabulous Makeup mirrors, Brushes, Lipsticks, Blushers, Beautiful Eye Shadow Palettes, Mascara, Eye Liner...it was like having Their own minii-cosmetics Department and Makeover Area...all to Themselves. The walls were wallpapered in a combination of White, Pink, and Gold. There was a small Ladies Room to the left,  but it had no door for privacy. What really caught all the pathetic sissy's attention was, however.......THE DRESSES. Three of Them FRILLY, AND TOTALLY EMASCULATING. PARTY DRESSES...FRILLY...VERY VERY FRILLY...SATIN...LACE...LOTS OF LACE...These Dresses were a very big part of the "Ambiance" of this particular sitting room. justin's sissy eyes landed on those Party Dresses right away. These Dresses, he quickly realized, WOULD FIT HIM! He knew it right away. And these Dresses were short, VERY Full-Skirted, and especially made to accommodate Petticoats...Several Layers of Petticoats, if desired. Because the Dresses were so skillfully positioned in the room, and they were very attractively placed on headless mannequins, thereby directing ALL of justin's attention to just the Dresses. (Olympia had made certain that only headless mannequins could be used. She, too, wanted ALL of sissy justin's attention to be on those Gorgeous Dresses.)
 Three of them. Two White Satin and one Pale Pink and White Polkadot. Of the two super Lacy White Satin Frocks, one of them clearly was a SISSY French Maid Uniform Dress, and the other a Lacy White Bridal Satin Party Dress. Those three Dresses had justin terrified AND...yet excited that these two Gorgeously Feminine Athletes might be trying to PETTICOAT him...right here and now. This seemed to be really happening to him. And yet he further feasted his greedy little sissy eyes on the Frilly Satin Dresses. The Pale Pink and White Polkadot Satin. And ALL of the Dresses already had at least one layer of Stiff White Lace Taffeta between two Layers of Starched Flounced White Net sewn into the Skirt  After that, More Petticoats would be added. He just knew it. And this is why these Dresses had very Stiff Petticoats. So MORE could be...and WOULD be added. He had to save his pride. He had to stop this from happening...but he knew he wouldn't be able to stop Them.. He knew that  His Pretty eyes now quickly scanned this Beautiful Haven of Femininity...and FEMINIZATION...Then Amanda ordered Her pretty little sissy boi to follow her so that he could "tinkle." He hesitated...'Wh...wh...where's the door?" "There isn't one, justin...Now...stand still while I help you take off your tight little sissy shorts. Since they are tied in the back, I will help you out of them. Now...stand still. In no time, his clothes were off and he was ordered to tinkle. Just tinkle. Amanda got the full view of him. Frail, small, demure...but VERY pretty.  Then, justin's busy little  eyes darted all over the room, looking for his clothes. But his Fauntleroy sissy suit was gone. Where was it? Modestly trying to conceal himself, and with tears forming in his eyes, he begged Amanda for his sissy suit. She responded by producing a pair of White Bridal Satin Rhumba Panties. This pair had 5 rows of Stiff  White  Ruffled Lace. 5 rows. She dangled them in front of justin's tear-stained face. She licked Her lips. "Do you like My Lipstick, justine?" Dangling the Lacy Satin Panties under justin's nose, he could smell the light Feminine fragrance of Perfume on the Satin Rhumba Panties. Then She forced the Satin and Lace Confection into his feeble little hands, telling him to, "Hold these Panties for me. I need to freshen My Lipstick before we find you something to wear with your Frilly Panties." Walking over to the Vanity, Amanda's Beautiful Tulle Dress Swished and Rustled in the quiet and very private Ladies Sitting Room. The Beautiful Young Woman then rolled out the tube of Frosted Pink Lipstick as She applied a fresh coat. Smiling at justin, she remarked, My Lipstick is named 'Cotton Candy.' Wanna know why?" Before justin could respond, Amanda said, "Let me show you. Who knows, you may even like it." Amanda moved in fast. She made Swishing FrouFrou with Her Tulle Dress. And then this Beautiful Blonde deliberately put Her Soft Feminine Lips over justin's dainty little mouth. Beautiful Lips that tasted  like cotton candy. Her tongue dove deep into the sissy's throat. Moving Her tongue skillfully in the pretty boy's mouth, She stopped long enough to ask him if he was ready to "obey" Her. "Or are you going to be difficult?" The Beautiful Athlete tussled Femininely with Her Silky Blonde Locks and then She kissed him long and hard again. "justin, there's a Little Girl inside of YOU. And She wants to come out and play. And SHE is a real Girly-gurl, too! She INSISTS on wearing Her Party Dresses...all the time. She's tried to break out before, Justin. But She's never had any help...until now. I told Her Helen and I would take care of you. That would be easy..." She paused, and then after Kissing Her little sissy on the cheek, asked, "You aren't going to be diffucult, are you?"

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"Amanda, puhleeeeeze...what are you doing?" the hapless pantywaist's breathing sounded more nervous now. "Please Amanda, ohhhh please..." "Please? Please what?" the Blonde Beauty fired back." Please don't force me to wear these." Amanda laughed at the pitiful sissy justin. "FORCE you??? Are you kidding me? Oh no, Sissssssy...No, justin. That's not what I have in mind for you at all," Amanda laughed, freshening Her Pink Lipstick. And without any warning at all, this Tall Blonde Beauty grabbed justin's little chin, and ordering justin not to move, applied a generous coating of Pale Pink Cotton Candy Lipstick to his own Pretty Girlish lips. Amanda's Beautiful Smile was radiating throughout. "No, justine, I'm going to make you BEG ME to  PETTICOAT you, for your very first time. Right now. In Our own little private sitting room. Now, put on your Lace Sissy Panties. Go ahead, justin. Put your Panties on." And it was over that quickly. Meekly, justin stepped into the White Satin and Lace Confection, shaking his Pretty little head in disbelief. Amanda Fluffed Her own Tulle Skirts, Smiled triumphantly at little justin, She put Her hands on her hips qand ordered him to "Hurry up." When the sissy finished Pantying himself, Amanda asked Helen to retrieve the little black gift box for justin to open. Helen walked back over to justin and handed him the small box."This is for you, specially from Mistress Olympia. Isn't it Pretty? She wanted us to give it to you at an appropriate time. Go ahead. Open it!" As justin untied the Pink Ribbon, Amanda got closer and and Helen had stepped in behind him. Removing the lid, justin daintily took out the rustling pink tissue paper before discovering his gift. He just stared right at it. He was frozen. He began to shake his head negatively...he looked embarrassed. And then he started to wipe the tears from his eyes.  And then when he felt his arms get pinned behind by Helen, Amanda pulled from the box justin's first cage. Very Pretty. Decidedly Girly. And, well, it was small. Very small. The ensuing struggle was brief. Helen made certain of that. His resistance was negligible and Amanda commended the sissy, "Good Little Girl.I knew you would be easy to break. You're just too effeminate. And so pretty! Now that we have you caged...by the way, Pink is the Perfect color for you, don't you think? Can you just imagine wearing a Frilly White Party Dress with oodles of Pretty Lace Petticoats. And beneath all of your White Lace is your adorable Pink cage! Pale Pink and White Lace always go together. Imagine the shame and embarrassment when one of Miss Olympia's Beautiful Ladyfriends comes over for dinner and is led to believe that you are a real Girl...until Mistress Olympia orders you to stand directly in front of Her friend, and 'present' yourself, including a Lingerie Inspection. She, of course, will want to explore under your Lace Pettis and then She discovers...why, there's miss justine's little Pink cage...buried in your Frothy White Lace Petticoats...is your shameful little secret: YOU are a SISSY..."

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"NO. I'm not! I promise. I'm not one of those..." Okay...okay, justin, if you insist. Now, stand perfectly still while I put you into your corset." Helen was holding a Pale Pink Satin Corset, Frothed in White Ruffled Lace." Now, my pretty little sissy, let Mistress Amanda literally 'lace you up' as a reminder that you really are at our mercy. I just love watching cute little sissies get feminized. Only this time I am not watching...I am actually in charge. You, pretty boy, are my first Petticoat victim." When She finished lacing Her sissy, She looked approvinglly and said, "Now...turn around and walk over to the full-length mirror, stand about ten feet in front of the mirror." Justin hesitated." 'Go ahead, sissy justin, stand 10 feet in front of the mirror. Good boy! That's better. Now, look at yourself and think about what might be coming next. Take a good look at yourself, pretty boy...because you are a sissy, justine. And YOU need to be PETTICOATED...and I am just the Woman to do it. " At that moment Helen had re-emerged from a back room carrying one VERY FULL PETTICOAT, multitiered, obviously. And very lacy. This Petticoat Rustled as loudly...and Femininely...and more breathtaking than what he ever could have imagined. Snow-White, seven, maybe eight layers of stiff crinoline and and oodles of White Lace. Helen handed the stunningly Girly Petticoat to Amanda. The Swishing and Rustling of this Incredible White Lace Petticoat was just daring justin to Surrender and submit to Forced Feminization and Petticoating specifically designed for him. Amanda was approached justin now, carrying it by it's Pink Satin hanger. Amanda carried this Stunning Lacy, Rustling Petticoat, detached it from its hanger, and placed this Ultimate Feminizing and humiliatingly shameful garment for him to see. The first thing that justin noticed was that this Petticoat was so stiff that it stood straight up on the Pink marble. It had passed the "floor test," as justin called it when he was searching the internet late at night gazing at Petticoats. Amanda knew exactly where to place the Petticoat. About two feet DIRECTLY in front of him. He stared at it. WHITE. LACE. It was stunning. Very Frilly and Feminine. "It IS gorgeous, isn't it, justin. I knew you'd like it. I LOVE IT! By the way, this is a 'Special Creation" from France. It has eight tiers, or layers, whatever you prefer. Each tier is a Lace-bound Lace-covered, ALL White Lace Crinoline and with exclusIve Taffeta. ALL of the layers on this Petticoat have extensive ~Lace~ overlay." Amanda paused while justin's Pretty eyes were fixated on the breathtakingly Feminine Petticoat. 'justin," Amanda continued, her voice firm, Seductively firm. "justin, It is time. I want you in a Petticoat, right NOW. THAT PETTICOAT. Now...Put it on. Put your first Pretty Petticoat on for Helen and me." And Amanda started to play with Her Thick Blonde Hair.  She stood in front of Her little playmate, looked at him straight in his eyes, and told justin to "put your Petticoat on. And look at yourself in the mirror while Helen and I watch..."

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This was it. Justin froze. He put his head down in shame. "justin, the sooner you put on your Petticoat, the sooner the three of Us can go play with our Makeup. All three of us. Just think, little miss sissy justine," Amanda taunted, "You will be wearing THAT Petticoat while we three Girls talk Girltalk and play in Our Makeup. You can sit between Helen and Me on that Pretty Settee. We'll let you slide in between so Helen and I both can play with Your Lace Petticoats while we also get to play in ALL of this Amazing Makeup. Yes, 'Master Justin," Amanda condescended, "The perfect combination for you...MAKEUP, Petticoats and Lace. Enough of your stalling, justin. Put on Your Petticoat." Justin moved his trembling right foot barely a few inches in the direction of this Stunning Petticoat. "Faster, justin. 'Little Miss Justine,' is taking over.The Little Girl inside you wants OUT. And She wants out now. Then She intends to Petticoat YOU first..with help from Helen and Me. She wants to put you in your place once and for all. Now...do I need to spank you or are you going to put on that Beautiful Petticoat? Mistress Olympia had this made exclusively for you. justin resolutely moved to in front of this Beautiful White Cloud of Net and Lace which awaited him. 'Now," Amanda directed the Pretty Sissyboi, "Daintily step into The Petticoat and slowly pull it up to your waist. And do it slowly...very slowly...so that we can all enjoy this very special moment. The beginning of the complete Emasculation of a sissy. A very Pretty Little Boy who has certain 'Feminine tendencies. sissy tendencies mostly. Tendencies such as Frilly things, Makeup, Lacy Satin Slips, Pink and White Lace Satin Bras, Sissy Panties, Tulle, Perfume..." And then, Amanda teased, "Shall we talk about those Pretty sissy boys who belong in Lacy Satin Full-Skirted Party Dresses because pretty Pantywaists who have this insatiable weakness for Petticoats and Lace didn't deserve to wear pants...justin did exactly as ordered. The accoustical sound boards in this room only Amplified the  ~Feminine~ Rustling and Swishing of the UltraFeminine Petticoat. And this was music to Amanda's ears. It was music, also, to justin's ears...but in a 'weak in the knees" way. Shaking his head in resignation and Humiliation, he awkwardly stepped into this Beautiful Symbol of Girly Femininity and Petticoat Discipline. And then the defeated sissy slowly began to pull this incredibly sissifying symbol of total emasculation of a sissy up to his waist. THE PETTICOAT WAS STUNNING! Justin couldn't even see his feet. The Petticoat was Very Poufy. So much Pretty White Lace! It was just stunning...and Completely Feminizing. "I LOVE IT!" Amanda exclaimed. "There is absolutely no doubt that you are a PrettyBoy ...but you also are small~Weak~ and very Effeminate." Justin just stood there. His head lowered and buried in his hands. "When I first laid eyes on your picture, and saw how Pretty you were...even without Makeup...I knew right away you needed to be Feminized. Now...open your eyes and look in the mirror. You are going to look stunning in Makeup and Petticoats. How does it feel to be forced into Petticoats by two Beautiful and Powerfully Feminine Women?  Just look at yourself in the mirror, sissy boy. Now...play with your Pettis. Feel the ~Swishing and Swaying~ Lace of your Pettis as you walk. Go ahead, walk back and forth, in front of Helen and Me, and just listen to the festive Rustling of your Lacy Pettis. This serves as a constant reminder and validation, that, yes, you ARE a sissy. Especially  when you allow yourself to be Petticoated by Two Beautiful and Powerful Women, and you willingly submit to Our Femininity." Turning Her attention back to the sissy's Petticoat, Amanda exclaimed, "This IS a stunning Petticoat." Amanda moved in closer to her little girlyboy.  Standing beside him and watching his reflection, She reached over with Her right hand, whispering seductively in the sissy's ear:...

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...you are a sissy," Amanda whispered. "And you do need to be PETTICOATED. Besides, Petticoated sissies are so much more fun to play with. By the way, justin, I am very disappointed...no, I am personally offended that you have not even asked Me about My Dress. After I wore this Dress...yes, the same Dress that has lit up your search history recently. And You, My Pretty little Girlyboi, haven't even mentioned It. ..Tell me...aren't  just dying for Me to talk about My White Tulle Party Dress, with My white canvas basketball shoes? ..It's that whole contradiction thing playing out, isn't it, justin? Pretty ~Feminine~ Women in Gorgeously ~Feminine~ Dresses. Dresses and Sneakers. One of little sisdy fantasies. Only this time, you are playing with UltraFeminine, Athletic, and Very Powerful Young Women. And then, of course, Our DRESSES. You would just LOVE for Me to "Force" you to put on My Dress right now. I know you would. You have no idea how Feminine I feel right now in this Dress..... Maybe some day I will have YOU model My Dress. Since ALL three of us know you ARE a sissy, sissy justine, your 'masculinity,' or what little of it is still left, is about to to be shamed and humiliated. Just look at you now, standing obediently in your Awesome ~Lace~ Petticoat, defeated...and quicjly now on your way to Complete and Total ~Feminization.~ " She addressed the littly Girly image staring back at him in the mirror. "Your Pretty little head...buried in your Feminine little hands. Your face, red with shame. And yet I just bet, as Humiliating as this is going to be for you, you probably probably still are fantasizing about how it would feel for you to put on My Dress. Let's just say it feels AMAZING!"......Amanda was interrupted when a key was heard unlocking  the door from the outside. "Don't you move, justin," Amanda ordered the sissy, while Amanda was playing with Her modestly Voluminous Tulle Skirts. And Femininely playing with Her Long  Blonde Hair, glaring condescendingly at justin, She dared him to move. When the door opened, there stood justin's Goddess, Olympia. Amanda quickly ordered, "justine, turn slowly around, head bowed, and execute a perfect Curtsey to Mistress Olympia. Curtsey in your brand new Super Frilly Petticoat. And after your Curtsey is completed, I know how much you want to thank Mistress Olympia for all of the Pretty gifts. Go ahead, Curtsey like an obedient pantywaist." The humiliated...and still Very HIGHLY excited justin turned slowly to face his Beautiful Brazilian Goddess. Olympua was Resplendent in Her Super Feminine Pink Tulle Ballerina Skirt(s). Tall and Leggy. Her Long Shiny Jet Black Hair. Supremely Confident, Overwhelmingly Feminine, and fully in charge. As justin prepared to Curtsey, Olympia said very purposely, "No excuses for a sloppy ~Curtsey~ either, justin because you  are wearing the perfect ~Petticoat~ for the perfect little sissy Curtsey. Curtsey for Us, justin. I expect "Feminine PERFECTION with each and every single Curtsey. Pretend I am your Strict Governess and I just adore Emasculating Little Sissy boys.. like you. Curtsey for the Ladies, justin."  As soon as justin awkwardly moved to execute his Curtsey, the Sweet Sibilant Rustling of justin's seven layers of  White Crinoline Petticoats, Lace-covered and Lace-Trimmed, were singing softly. The Swishing of the sissy's Pettis was Musically Feminine. Each movement in justin's Curtsey attempt created gentle Swishing and Rustling. justin plucked the Lacy Hems of his Petticoat, and awkwardly tried to hold on to All of The Stiff tiers. The sissy was purposely...and quite Daintily Holding onto his Petticoats. Olympia looked straight at justin, "Look at me, justin. Whenever a Woman or a Girl enters a room, you immediately ~Curtsey~ to Her. When you enter a room and Women are present, you Curtsey before entering, and wait approval to enter. Upon entering, Curtsey again. When you are given an order, you will Curtsey acknowledgment of the order. And your Curtsey should be Feminine PERFECTION. Do you understand?"
  "B...b...b...butttt..." the sissy desperately stuttered. Olympia cut him off. The Brazilian Goddess smiled at Her hapless sissy, "Remember, justin, you Must always ~Curtsey~ before seeking permission to speak." After justin's slightly improved Curtsey effort, Olympia asked Her captive Little ~sissy~ in an almost matter-of-fact way, "So, justin, I believe you wanted to thank me for your Little Gifts? Well...I do have three more Pretty Gifts for you." Olympia said, Giggling like a little Girl, "I want you in Dresses, sissy. Moreover, 'Little Miss Justine' wants YOU in Dresses, too. Frilly Lace Dresses. Party Frocks. As a matter of fact, young master justin, WE are going  put you into EACH of the three Dresses in here, and then you are going to model Them for us." Olympia re-stated Her plans for the sissy, "justin, I've decided I want to see YOU in these Party Dresses," Olympia waved Her Painted Fingernails, pointing Her ~Feminine~ limp wrist at each Girly Dress...."now. Yes, justin, I want YOU in a short Super ~Frilly~ Party Dress...right now..."

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Olympia then began Flouncing justin's Petticoats, Girlishly and Playfully, Tauntingly now, his Lacy Layers Swishing everywhere. And then She stopped. Now She began to s-l-o-w-l-y Swishhhhhh this ever-so-effective Symbol of Complete Surrender to Feminization. She playfully Fingered the Lacy Layers, creating a Delightful FrouFrou'ing of Stiff White Crinoline Lace. Staring right into the very souls of the sissy's eyes, She asked, "Now, you Adorable Little Petticoated Sissyboy, are you ready to Submit? Submit to ME?  Submit to MY Femininity and to YOUR Feminization?" Olympia continued, very matter-of-factly, She began to seductively Swish the sissy's Lace Petticoats, back and forth, slowly, the Rustling and the Sibilant Swishing with Her Pale Pink Polished Fingernails Toying with Justin's Lace. She said, "I really do think Petticoating is the ONLY way to go," The Brazilian Goddess began Her louder Swishing of justin's magnificent Petticoats, and then She relaxed again, playing now with Her Own White Tulle Skirts..."I have already won our little game to determine who is in control here. I've had you Petticoated. By GIRLS! By GIRLS IN VERY FRILLY PARTY DRESSES! And now we are about to dress you in your OWN Little Sissy Party Dress. And you must admit, it IS a Dress for a Weak Sissy, A Pretty Little Sissy Boy, like you, justin. Just look in the the Pretty Gold Mirror. Go ahead. Look at you! All Petticoated! My, my, what is that...or, rather, WHO is that in the mirror?" She laughed gaily. "Just look at you...take a look in the Mirror. My...my...what is that saying , justin? Oh yes, now I remember," Olympia paused. And then SHE made Girly Frou-Frou with Her Pink Ballerina Tulle Skirt," 'Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it?' And now here We are. And then She showed justin a Stunning Diamond Bracelet on Her wrist. In the middle of the Cluster of Sparkling Diamonds was a very small Pulsating Pale Red Light. Olympia now was Standing Directly in front of sissy justin, who was Shaking in Fear. And hoffering NO resistance. No resistance at all. She started Swishing The Multilayers of HER White Tulle Skirts. This Powerfully Feminine and Beautiful Goddess held Her Bracelet so justin could see the very soft, very Red light softly illuminating Her Diamonds. The light now was steadily and softly pulsating...while the sissy just stared at it. "Do you like My Bracelet, justin? Isn't the light Pretty? The light indicates your level of Excitement right now. Just wait until you see how Red it is going to get later tonight..."

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And then suddenly another Stunningly Beautiful Blonde Young Woman unlocked the door to the Powder Room from the outside, and Confidently walked straight over towards the UltraFeminine Settee, where Petticoated sissy justin was found, sitting directly in front of the long White Makeup table, resplendent in Pink and White colors with Breathtakingly ~Feminine~ Makeup: VERY Feminine Brushes, Eyeshadow Palettes, Lipsticks, Lip Gloss, Blush, Mascara, Eyeliner...and on and on and on. Each Ultrafeminine item had been tastefully, and quite strategically placed on the long Makeup Table, for Maximum Feminizing impact on the poor, hapless, but VERY Pretty little sissyboi. All of the Exquisite  Feminine Brushes either were Pale Pink or Whit. Justin turned back as the Tall Blonde...Strawberry Blonde... Beauty stopped to greet Olympia, who was now standing directly in back of justin. "Jennie!" Olympia greeted excitedly. "Oh my god, I LOVE Your DRESS!" Justin's sissy eyes IMMEDIATELY feasted themselves on this Stunning Woman's Dress, A Classically, Femininely Tailored White Linen Shirtdress...resplendent with Her partially and Exposed White ~Lace~ Bra. OMG!!! THIS ~Lacy  Bra~and HER DRESS were Feminine Power on display...both Figuratively and now...quite Literally. And SHE knew it. Justin gulped. His struggles with his new little Pink cage were coming into play for his first time...and it hadn't taken long. He was taking all of this in now. The Beautiful Woman's Lacy Feminine Bra was barely covered at all. Yes, Jennie was wearing Her own Feminine Power Suit/Dress: OMG! It was a Stiff White Linen Wrap Dress, or Shirtdress. Its long White Sleeves barely covered HER Stunningly Feminine Lace Bra. The Dress had only one button, in the middle front, and it was hidden. Her White Linen Mini-Length Skirt was held together by that one button. And She was BEAUTIFUL...and Supremely Confident in Her Feminine "Power Suit" But justin's eyes kept returning to Her Pretty ~Lace~ Bra. Her Short White Linen Dress contrasted by such a Feminine Bra, Her height 5'9"-5'10", and Her Confidently Feminine Stride in Her 5" Black Slingback Heels was obvioys She knew exactly what to wear for this little pretty boi. She had him sweating. "Thank you, Olympia! Sooooo...do I get to play the role of the Dress Shop Proprietress tonight? I do believe THIS Dress should get the desired results. And I just Love My Bra!" And then She noticed on Her Own Diamond Bracelet the Small Pulsating light getting a slightly redder hue to it now. Amanda glared at Her increasingly fragile little SISSY! " sissy justin, what do you do... immediately... when a Woman enters a room?" Amanda admonished justin. "Did I not just go over this with you? Curtsey...right now!"