PETTICOATED!

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Olympia stared down at justin."Well? We're waiting, pantywaist. Slowly get up from your place on the Pretty Feminine Settee, slowly Fluff YOUR Petticoat, and execute a Feminine and Very Submissive Curtsey. Pretend you already are wearing one of these Frilly  Little Satin and Lace Confections in here. A Frilly Party Dress ALWAYS enhances the sissy's ability...and DESIRE...to execute the Perfect Feminine Sissy Curtsey. NOW...Little Miss Justine...you may slowly stand up, Fluff Your  Petticoats...DAINTILY...and Curtsey to Ms. Jennie. After She has acknowledged your presence, you may compliment Her on Her Dress. After all, THIS DRESS is the same Dress which has dominated your search history for the last few weeks. It's another one of those certain contradictions in your feeble sissy brain. You know exactly what I am talking about: Feminine, Beautiful, Powerful Women who wear the Formal 'Business Attire,' so to speak, that Ms. Jennie is wearing. 'Shirtdress' has the connotation of just a shirt, which is regarded as more masculine, and dress combined. You're thinking 'not as Feminine as a Dress.' But then you SEE the Dress. This Dress is  Powerful Seriously Sexy...and a Very Feminine spin on a traditional Shirtdress. And then, of course, Her ~Bra.~ Not just any Bra. Oh no. This Woman, in Her Tailored but VERY Feminine and Very Short White Shirtdress, Femininely exposing Tantalizing and Super-powerful images of the Laciest, Lacy-White, Most Feminine Bra he had ever seen in his search history. And, as he was soon to learn, the Sexy  and ~Very Lacy-White Bra was a Size 34-B...

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Now there was dead silence for a moment in this incredibly Ultra-Feminine "Powder Room." All of these Gorgeoous Feminine Women just waited and stared. All eyes were on the sissy. Would he get up and perform the "perfect" Curtsey for them...his last vestige of masculinity gone, probably gone forever. Or would he finally desperately try to stop these Femininely Powerful Women from ~Feminizing~ him. Yet, They already had put him in the Most Exquisitely Feminine Petticoat imaginable. And he offered zero resistance to these four Stunning, Powerful, and ~Feminine- Women. This was the start of another prettyboi sissy being "Forcibly" ~Petticoated~ by Strong Feminine Women.  And EVERY single one of these Woman ~Femininely Dressed.  This was the beginning of sissy justin's Petticoat Dream...and the Nightmare of  Extreme Humiliations yet to come. If he curtseyed now, it would be over for him.  The ultimate act of total submission to Complete Female Control. Especially after being "forced" to put on this very special SISSIFICATION Petticoat. All eyes were on justin  as he pondered his fate. And then the haplessly defeated pretty boi slowly, hesitatingly, rose from the Feminine Settee...the silence of the room replaced by the ~sibilant rustling~ of justin's Swishing Lace Petticoats. As he regained his balance, he Daintily...albeit somewhat clumsily performed for the Ladies. As he Daintily took the ~Lacy~ White Layers of Crinoline and Net between his Painted Fingernails, he nervously gathered the White Lace Hems in his Daintily Manicured Fingers, and dropping down in the ultimate act of Submission, he slowly executed what he hoped would be HIS "perfect"  . Curtsey. As his Petticoats Swished and Rustled, he waited for acknowledgment from these Beautiful Women. And then came the first real tears of the abject humiliation and Emasculation he now was experiencing. "You may rise, sissy justin." Olympia was taking control now. "Not Feminine enough, justin.  Justin," Olympia paused before continuing, I expect the Femininity of your Curtsey to at least match the Femininity of your SuperLittleGirly Lace Petticoat(s). WE, justin, are in control. and We ALWAYS get our way...so remember, sissy, your Curtsey always should be as Feminine as your Petticoat. Look at Me, justin," Olympia ordered. "Perhaps if We put you in one of these Adorable Little Sissy ~Party Dresses~ in here...right now...your Curtsey would become more Feminine...?"

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Olympia was not letting up now. "You know we're going to ~~Petticoat~~ you, sissy boi, ALL THE WAY. You do know that, right?  My Oh My Oh My,  Sissy Justin. Such GIRLY Little Dresses. Very, Very ~Lacy~ and Satiny. A little on the short side... but ...OMG ...SUCH A FULL SKIRT." Attached to the inside of the Luxurious Satin Skirt of each Dress were three Stiff...Very Stiff , ~Lacy~ White  Layers of alternating Taffeta and Net Petticoats. Obviously the Fullness of these Dresses would easily accommodate even the ~Stiffest~ ~Poufiest~ Bouffant Petticoats...just like justin's "Initiation" ~Sissification~ Petticoat. Predictably, the very mention of Forcing justin into these Egregiously Emasculating Frilly Dresses that, literally, only a little Girl... or, a true sissy would wear, immediately had the predicted effect on the sissy  as the pleasantly pulsating Red glow on Olympia's Diamond  Bracelet was getting redder. "Ohhhh, sissy justin. Little Miss Justine Wants you in a very ~Frilly Little Party Dress~ ... tonight. And She is absolutely insisting that you submit. She wants you in your Sissification Petticoat, justin. You poor little boy. Now you have your Feminine Alter Ego demanding that She come out and that you submit to HER. ~She~ knows the most effective way to break a sissy is REAL Forced Feminization, with a heavy dose of ~~Petticoating.~~ And We all promised Her that She needn't worry about that ever again after tonight..." Then it was Jennie's turn to further taunt the sissy. Her 5-inch Black Slingback Heels making music against the Italian marble floors signalled this Blonde Goddess was moving right towards Her sissy. justin's stunning...and stunned...baby blue eyes were wide-open as they were now staring directly at Her Incredibly  Feminine White Lace Bra. And She  knew it. "Soooo...justin....do you like My Bra? I wore it just for you. It IS rather ~Lacy,~ isn't It. Wouldn't just to ~Love~ WEAR this!? I just KNOW you would. It feels sooooooo awesome to be able to wear something this ~Feminine~ I feel empowered. In control. In complete control. For example, justin, I've already got control of you. You see, sissyboi, I am playing the part of the Dress Shop Proprietress in our little theatrical presentation for the ~Ladies.~  justin stood at attention and as Jenny sat on the front of the Makeup table, She said, very matter-of-factly, "Okay, Ladies, watch this." This Beautiful Blonde, Her "All-American Girl" good looks, California Persona, smiled wickedly at Her sissy plaything, and taunted him, "You would give anything to wear my ~Bra~, wouldn't you, sissy? You envy me, sissyboi, don't you? Of course you do. Whenever I feel like it, I can wear  a Pretty Feminine ~Lace~ Bra...because I am a WOMAN. You would love to ~borrow~ My Bra, wouldn't you? Experience Ultimate Femininity to know that YOU might get to wear MY Bra. All Lacy and Feminine. Can you just imagine how awesome that would be for you?  To wear THIS Bra. MY Bra. Who knows, sissy. One day that might happen. I would  lend you My Bra. But MY Bra is a 34-B. So it may be a while before you get to try on THIS Bra..."

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Jennie was now standing between the Makeup Table and justin. The Blonde Beauty towered over Her Petticoated prettyboi. Looking down at justin, directly into his frightened eyes, Jennie reached down with Her Delicate Feminine right hand, and began makung a Swishing Froufrou with justin's Sissification Petticoat. Then She reached down with Her other hand and increased the Rustling of the sissy's stiff White PettiLace. "I just LOVE the sound of Rustling Lace Petticoats! Especially when it is a prettyboi...a really, really, really pretty boi who is wearing Them.. Don't you just Love the Rustling and Swishing sounds?" Jennie waited for an answer. When She didn't get a quick reply from justin, She increased making Feminine Froufrouing with justin's ~~~Sissification Petticoat.~~~ She was  tossing justin's Lacy Pettis into the air, and then, laughing, asked, "Are you a sissy, justin? Tell Me you're a sissy. Go ahead. Tell me."  Nothing. Then, Jennie ordered the poor sissy to "look at My Pretty Lacy Bra while I play with YOUR(!!!!!!!) Petticoats. Now...Look at My Lacy Bra, go ahead, you have My Permission ,and tell Miss Jennie that YOU are a sissy, justin WE need to put you in your very first Frilly Little Party Dress. I'm thinking the White Satin and Lace French Maid's Uniform first. It's verrrrrry Lacy. And it has a Beautiful matching White Lace Pinafore.  You can hold the girls' Makeup while they try it on each other...and on you..."

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Jennie softened the ~Swishing of the sissy's ~Lace~ to a Feminine Swish ......Swish.......Swish...Swish...until, finally stopping, and Smiled, Sweetly but Firmly, before saying, "Now, justin, you are going to Daintily bring Me the Lacy White Satin and Lace French Maid's Uniform back over here. When you return, you will hold the Sissy Dress directly up in front of you, and then you are going to ask me, in your most Demure Super-Girly voice, if you can wear the Dress... and WHY you  wish to wear The Dress By the way, sissy, the Satin Skirts of this Gorgeous and Quite Feminine Little Dress are just Short enough to allow Several inches of White Net and Lace Petticoats to show. But then again...sissy justin...isn't that what you really want? Hmmmmnn??? Pretty boi? Your FEMINIZING Petticoats need to be seen, do you not agree, justin? And the Sibilant  Swishing and Rustling beneath YOUR Full-Skirted Sissy Maid's Uniform?...OOOOOOO..So Elegant, that Luscious White Bridal Satin, Embellished Beautifullly with Ultra-Feminine White Lace...Very, Very, Very LACY! This Adorably and Super Girly Uniform also represents "Power. ABSOLUTE POWER. The ABSOLUTE POWER This Dress  already has over you.This DRESS also represents  how weak and submissive you are becoming as we overwhelm you with Our Own Power...Our 'Feminine Power.' After all,  NO true male ever would submit to what WE are doing to you. Now...Curtsey for the Ladies, and then you will ~mince~ over to the Dress, and carefully return with it. Right here where we are standing now. When you return with the Dress, stand directly in front of Me and hold the Dress against your chest. The Ladies and I will be comparing Our Diamond Bracelets while you think about what's coming next...

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In a festive sound of Swishing Sissification Petticoats, Olympia said, "justin, take ~mincing~ steps...and very limp-wristed...like a Real sissy does. Right, justin?" This Brazilian Model (She had to be, justin reasoned) sharply asked. "Come now, My Pretty little sissyboi, just look at you, all limp-wristed...weak...submissive...in your ~SuperFeminine~ Petticoats." And then Olympia ordered the sissy  to stop, turn around to face Her, and Curtsey. Justin stopped. he slowly turned around to face his Goddess as She Swished Her Long Feminine Fingers amidst Her Many Layers of Pink Tulle. And the weak sissy ~Daintily~ executed what he hoped would be an improved effort to execute "the Perfect Feminine Curtsey." "justin," Olympia said, "your Curtsey needs a lot of work." She stopped for a moment, and then the Brazilian Goddess, out of the blue seemingly, asked him, "Are you a ~pantywaist,~ justin?" Olympia put Her Hands on Her Hips as the room grew silent. justin swallowed hard, and before he could utter what he knew he better say, Olympia teased, "You DO know that only a true pantywaist would wear those Dresses. And you, My pretty little pantywaist, will  be wearing your very own White Satin and Lace Maids Dress as soon as you answer my little question: 'Are you a pantywaist, justin? Because only Pretty little Pantywaists...who confess to being weak little pantywaists...get to wear THESE DRESSES. Because I designed ALL of these Dresses...specifically for you.  You are going to look simply ~Stunning~ in that  Maids Uniform. justin.  Soooo, sissyboi, are YOU a ~pantywaist?~  Because if you are...and I think ALL of us know the answer to that, then you may ask me for permission to wear the Dress to prove to ALL of us here that yes, you ARE indeed a pantywaist. Answer the question, justin. Are you, as all of us suspect, a pantywaist? A weak emasculated, pathetic excuse for a male? But very pretty. Yes, you are. Sooooo, justin......tell US, All of Us, what you are." Standing ~demurely~ in his Sissification Petticoat, he quietly said, "I am a ...a...a...p...panty...waist." "There, that's better, justin." Olympia wasn't finished. "Would you call yourself a 'sissy pantywaist?'" "Yes, Mistress."  "I agree, justin. you ARE a sissy pantywaist. Remember this, sissyboi, while We do have you wearing ~Petticoats,~ you haven't been ~Petticoated~ yet. Not fully Petticoated. We still need you in your New Uniform. Then ~Makeup~... Lingerie. Oh, by the way, prettyboi, while we are on the subject of Lingerie, your new Maids Uniform has matching White ~Satin~ ~Rhumba Panties..~ "They're VERY Lacy. Ruffled White ~French Lace.~ They'll be PERFECT under your Sissification Petticoats and this adorably emasculating and intensely ~Feminizing~  Maids Uniform. It is sòooo ~Feminine.~ So, my little sissy plaything, while We haven't fully ~Petticoated~ you...yet... We  already have you in a Petticoat..."
 

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She was right, justin was thinking. Even justin was wondering how he had given in to these Beautiful Women so easily. Simply put, he was overwhelmed  by~~~Feminine~~~  Control, and the new reality that the Women in this room were moving events at Their pace. And They were moving Fast. Their Femininity, Their Beauty, Their ~Dresses,~ Their ~Makeup~, Their Power...ALL  of it.  And then it was Their Mannerisms: UltraFeminine and clearly in Control, and Loving it. "Sissy justine, do you have something to ask Me?" Olympia asked. Justin dropped a deep ~Feminine Curtsey~ before responding...albeit hesitatingly. "May I please wear this Pretty Maids Dress?" Olympia laughed. "You can't wait for Us to put you into your New Uniform, can you? Why? Why, justin? Is it because the Girls will 'order' you to hold Their Makeup for Them and 'engage' you in a Girly Little Makeup Party.. but with a clear understanding that you, justin, are Their ~Sissy~ Maid. Now gently carry your Pretty New Dress Uniform over to Mistress Jennie, keep your Dainty little wrists limp, ~Curtsey~ Respectfully in your Pretty ~Petticoats,~ and Politely  ask Mistress Jennie to assist you with your first-ever ~Dress~ fitting. One more thing, sissyboi, I better not see your sissy blue eyes staring at Her Lacy Bra...