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Would this finally be Rob's defining moment of resistance to ~L~ynn's plan to petticoat and feminize him? Moreover, this was blatant humiliation. Jennifer and Angie were watching Rob. Would he meekly go? Would he hold ~L~ynn's compact mirror for her? "I'm not doing that, ~L~ynn. You need to do that." There. He'd said it. He breathed a huge sigh of relief. The womens' eyes shifted to ~L~ynn. "Are you sure, Robbie? Hmmmmmm...? After all, I am trying to look girly for you. You do like my feminine side, don't you, Honey? I do, too. I love being all girly and femmy for you.  Makeup. Lace. Perfume. Now...please...pretty please...Robbie, hold my compact for me while I check my makeup. I promise not to take too long. Just the normal girly-girl stuff. Lipstick. Gloss. Eyeshadow. Blush. Eyeliner. Mascara. I want to be especially girly and feminine for you tonight. While the poor boy shook his head weakly in resistance, ~L~ynn quickly handed her compact to the man, opened it for him, and then directed his semi-steady hand to hold it while she played in her makeup for at least five minutes, carrying on a casual conversation with the girls. As she checked her lipstick one final time, ~L~ynn took the compact from Rob, gently closed it, and dropped it back into her makeup bag. "Thank you, Rob." "No problem," her sullen date responded. "Rob," Angie asked the man, "I understand you're a very good golfer." "I'm a two handicap. I'm pretty good," Rob readily replied, relieved that the subject was now on sports. For the next half hour, the conversation ranged from sports to finances. Jennifer asked Rob for some market tips. It was as though these women had just let poor Rob off the hook for the rest of the evening. They had had their fun with him. And now he was holding his own...his male own...in the conversation. He felt as though he had passed some kind of a test. But at least he HAD passed it. And then the conversation was interrupted by a ring of the doorbell. Jennifer excused herself to answer the door. "Oh Nancy! You're finally here...!"

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Nancy was beautiful. And young. Not more than 25 years old. Nancy was a wedding gown designer, primarily. But she also was very passionate about another line of dresses. Frilly dresses. Very frilly dresses. She adored designing them. And they were a lucrative business. The 5'10" blue-eyed blonde's steely eyes met Rob's as soon as she entered the room, wearing a white linen dress, her lacy lingerie visible underneath.  She walked over to Rob, leaned down, and took a firm grip of his softish hand. Her hand tightened like a vice for a couple of seconds. Then she leaned over and gave ~L~ynn a peck on the cheek, giggling as she whispered something in ~L~ynn's ear.  Wine was served as the conversation turned to business. Nancy's business. "So, Nancy, I understand you're designing dresses for Cinderella now," Jennifer said. What kind of dresses are you making for ~L~ynn?"  "Party dresses for girls. Very frilly little dresses. Dainty and lacy. Very feminine. They're very high quality. Satin. Bridal satin. Tulle. Lace. Very girly. But they are fun to wear...at least occasionally. They're special occasion dresses. Extremely frilly."  ~L~ynn asked Nancy, "Didn't you say you had some samples for me to see? Did you bring them with you tonight?" "Yes, they're out in the car. Shall I bring them in?" ~L~ynn asked her girlfriends if they minded "discussing just a little business with pleasure this evening. Angie, Jennifer, do you mind?" "Of course not!" Angie said. Jennifer concurred, adding, "I'd love to see them, Nancy. Is that okay with you, ~L~ynn?" "Of course. I'd like your opinions." "I'll be right back," Nancy said, getting up from her chair and going out to the car." Then she added, "I might need an extra pair of hands with these dresses. Rob, will you give me a hand, please?"

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What would a stunned Rob do? He'd heard the beautiful dressmaker ask for his assistance.    ...  He should just say no ...  But they were dresses. Frilly dresses... After all, he remembered, the women were very clear about Nancy's specialites: bridal dresses and frilly little party dresses... Rob wanted to just say no. But Nancy was so beautiful. And so feminine.  And ~L~ynn sat there, close to him on the sofa. The sheer white satin skirts of her minidress lay there next to his fingertips, her floating chiffon skirts making no effort to conceal the 6-inch snow white lace hem of her ultra-feminine satin chemise. And now the beautiful blonde was about to disarm him just a little bit more in their relationship...this time in full view of her feminine girlfriends. So when ~L~ynn's boytoy hesitated to give a response to the beautiful dressmaker's  request for some "assistance," ~L~ynn baited him. "Honey, be a nice boy and go help Nancy with the dresses so we can see them. Okay, Sweetheart? So ALL of us can see them. Pretty please?" The accent was on one word, "All." That meant Rob would be sitting here...with all of these beautiful women...looking at frilly little dresses. And likely listening to them talk about about the dresses ...  Rob had to take a stand. Ask to watch a ballgame on television. Surely this place had satellite. Excuse himself from the group. Declare himself a guy's guy and leave. .."You're not afraid of a few dainty little party dresses are you, Rob?" the feminine dressmaker asked the frightened man as she returned to the room. Then Nancy walked over to stand directly in front of Rob, reached down as he sat on the sofa, and held his hand...firmly...even more firmly than earlier. Pulling him up from his seat...he only hesitated once...and dragging him from the room, Nancy laughed, and announced, "Girls, we'll be right back with our dresses." She winked at her girlfriends squarely in the eye, wanting Rob to see her. "Come with me, Rob." He never had a chance to say no. He had waited too long... "You're going to adore MY pretty little  frocks!"

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"Did you see that!" Angie laughed, as soon as Rob had been ushered from the room.  The three women shared a brief laugh before Jennifer interjected, "Girls, he's not going to be out of the room for very long." Jennifer was all business. "~L~ynn, you've got to convince him the two of you need to stay up here tonight.  I have the perfect little guest room ." As ~L~ynn giggled and nodded approvingly at Jennifer, the loud rustling of satin, taffeta, net, and tulle were heard while the poor boy carried two handfulls of dainty, frilly party dresses into the room. Pale pinks and whites. Frilly confections adorned with wide satin bows and pink and white ruffled lace. Frou-frouing skirts.  Cotton candy for a sissy.  Following closely behind Rob, and carrying two bright shiny stainless steel dress racks was Nancy. She directed Rob to the center of the room, him holding the frilly frocks as she set up her display. While Rob obligingly held the frilly dresses for this beautiful and determined dressmaker,  ~L~ynn asked him, "Aren't those adorable little dresses, Honey?" Rob swallowed hard, looked over desperately at ~L~ynn's friend Angie ... for mercy...for anything...but only watched her perch on the edge of her chair, in her feminine black slipdress, eagerly awaiting his response, and watching him dutifully stand in front of these beautiful women, obediently holding the dainty little dresses.   She pressed him for a response. "Isn't the pink tulle prettty, Honey?" Rob swallowed hard. He tried to think of something to say. He cursed himself for not standing up to the beautiful blonde. The easiest thing for him to do would be to say ""uh-huh" and go on. So he did. He just agreeed with ~L~ynn.  And before ~L~ynn could respond, Angie looked at Rob, squarely in the eye, stopped smiling, and said, "I would never have worn dresses like those. Too girly for me. Too dainty." And then, tugging at the lace hem of her black slipdress, Angie smiled at Rob and said, "Only a sissy would wear a dainty little dress like that, don't you agree, Rob?"

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Rob froze. ~L~ynn did not, saying, "I wore a frilly little dress to church every Sunday. And petticoats! It just had to have petticoats. Stiff net petticoats. Lacy. Girly. And ruffled lace satin rhumba panties ... White and pink Mary Janes. I had to wear frilly dresses for every Sunday, for over seven years ... Those little dresses were so short. I couldn't hide my petticoats no matter how hard I tried. By the time I was about ten, I felt like a sissy, too. But my mother forced me to wear those short dainty little dresses every week until my twelfth birthday." ~L~ynn paused, then continued, looking at her frightened little male friend.   "Occasionally, though, I miss the swishing and swaying of a short, stiff lacy petticoat beneath a short frilly party dress. When I first wore them, I adored them.  They made me feel so girly." Angie replied, "I was more of a tomboy, I think. I really didn't like wearing dresses until high school. But I could have never worn anything as girly as those dainty things." She pointed to Rob, who was cemented in his place, holding the rustling frilly dresses , and asked, "Rob, the pink tulle you have in your right hand." Angie pointed to it, and Rob, pretending to know nothing about "pink tulle,"  sort of shrugged his shoulders as if to ask, "Which one?" "That one there." Angie pointed, as he fumbled through the satin hangers holding the frilly dresses, and fidgeting with a very short ballerina pink tulle party dress, its cascading pink clouds billowing out to an above- the - knee length. Dainty white satin bows adorned the short semi-tutu-like frock. The satin bodice was trimmed with white pearls and the short sleeves adorned with three inches of ruffled pink and white  lace. The boy finally managed to separate it from the other dresses he was still holding. "Bring me that dress, Rob." As he pulled it out and held it out in front of Angie, Rob asked, "This one?" He struggled to hold it out for Angie to verify.   Rob knew there had to be at least fifty layers of tulle skirts on the dainty dress. It was beautiful. It was girly. But it wasn't even  the sissiest dress Nancy had brought with her, either.  The pink tulle clouds were so vast they almost blocked his eyesight as he delivered the dainty dress to Angie "Yes, I'll take this one ...  I'm saving it ... for later."



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While Angie and ~L~ynn had been reminiscing about their earlier years, Rob was being divested of one frilly dress after another ... one at a time. Nancy and Jennifer had been discussing the "evening placement" of each one of the two racks of frilly dresses. They seemed to be taking far more time than necessary, interrupted often by Jennifer's occasional whisper of something in Nancy's ear. It was almost as if Jennifer was directing the arrangement of the dresses as well as the placement of the two dress racks. Jennifer would move her hand, point, nod, point again, and continued until she was satisfied. But one dress remained. One extra dress. And Rob was holding it. Everybody else had taken a seat. Jennifer looked at Rob, and sitting in her overstuffed leather chair, slowly crossed her legs, the hint of her lacy white slip exposing itself to him. He saw it. She knew it.  And then, it was gone. A brief glimpse of this beautiful doctor's lace was quickly covered up by the deft motion of her quick hand. And then very clinically told Rob to take his dress, far more sissy than most of the other dresses, back to his seat on the sofa beside ~L~ynn... He couldn't believe what was happening to him. And then...for the first time...the first time ever...he felt it...oh, did he feel it...his face...it was burning. His face was on fire. Such embarrassment...such...such...humiliation...he never knew it would really be like this. He was being forced to carry the frilliest dress of all, stiff white bridal satin and frothy ruffled white lace everywhere, with a wide pale pink matching bow tied beautifully in the back. Built into the frilly frock was a double curled layer of pale white organdy, stiff enough to accommodate several more layers of stiff lace petticoats. The dainty dress was short ... and ultrafeminine. Poor Rob made no attempt at all to resist the firm, feminine  Dr, Jennifer Haynes. She knew EXACTLY the right dress to pick for him. And both of them knew it, too. And when she re-directed him to return to his position on the small sofa with ~L~ynn, he willingly carried the frilly party dress with him.  All of the women were smiling approvingly at Jennifer. As Rob marched slowly to sit down with ~L~ynn, holding the frilly frock in one hand at his side, ~L~ynn's wide smile greeted him and she looked up at him, almost proudly, "Here, Honey, sit down right here ... beside me," she patted her hand at the spot for him to sit down close to her.  Rob gazed down ar her white chiffon skirts, feasted his eyes on her white satin and lace chemise; her makeup so, so perfect. "Here, Honey sit right beside me." As Rob lowered himself onto the sofa, up close to this beautifully feminine woman who had just reminisced about seven years in frilly party dresses and petticoats ... the frilly dress HE was holding fell into his lap. And before Rob could rearrange it, ~L~ynn had already made sure to place the top half of the dress in her lap.  Rob got the skirts. All of them...

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~L~ynn took a moment to fluff out the stiff skirts of the glistening white bridal satin party dress and fingered  the flounced ruffled white lace hems. It was the frilliest white lace Rob had ever laid eyes on. And now it was in his lap!   "My Mother would have had me in this dress," ~L~ynn commented. "And she would have had me in petticoats, oodles of them!"  Turning to Rob, ~L~ynn asked the poor boy, as the other women looked on, "Robbie, if you had ever seen me in this frilly little dress, wearing oodles of rustling lace petticoats, would you have called me a sissy girl?" Rob was silent. The room went silent. Rob couldn't respond. What could he say. Now ~L~ynn was using the "s" word freely. Then she took the frilly dress and held it out, directly in front of her. She playfully fluffed its stiff lacy hems and shook the dress several times, "just to listen to it swish." It was obviously too small for her, but she had made her point. "You wouldn't call me a sissy for wearing this frilly little dress, would you, Honey?" She followed his eyes up and down the dainty confection, and the returned it to his lap. "No, ~L~ynn, I wouldn't call you a sissy for wearing that dress." "Thank you, Honey." she kissed the little man gently on his mouth, supremely confident that the mild cherry flavor of her pink lip gloss had met his lips momentarily.  Then she fluffed out her own sheer chiffon skirts as Jennifer left to open a bottle of wine. When Dr. Haynes returned, she offered to take the two dresses being held by Angie and Rob to a guest bedroom. ~L~ynn thanked Jennifer, Rob was relieved to be rid of the dress, and Jennifer left to go down the hall once more to a guest bedroom, carrying the frilly confections. She returned with wine glasses and two bottles of red wine. The lights in the parlor were dimmed, save for where the dresses were displayed. The beautiful tall doctor shut the doors to the parlor behind her. For the next two hours, each dainty little dress was discussed by the women. Rob boycotted. He said little. So he drank wine. Every time they poured, he held out his glass. They got out of their chairs and chatted girlishly for the next two hours about the dresses. How frilly they were. How dainty. How girly. Rob tried again to take a firm stand.  After a few early attempts by ~L~ynn to engage her boyfriend, she finally ignored him as the women decided which of the dresses ~L~ynn would purchase for her display windows at Cinderella. And then after they had finished, Jennifer suggested that everyone stay the night. After all, she said, they had consumed two bottles of wine, and it was a long drive back to ~L~ynn's. When Rob heard this, he wasn't exactly sure what this would mean for him until seconds later his question was answered when he heard Jennifer ask, "~L~ynn, will you and Rob be sleeping together tonight?" Before Rob could answer, ~L~ynn enthusiastically answered, "Of course!" She leaned over and gave the man a long, watery, deep kiss into his mouth. His knees tingled. "Then it's settled," Jennifer quickly responded, smiling at Rob. She took out an old key and handed it to ~L~ynn. "It's the second bedroom down on the left. Here's your key. For privacy." She smiled at both of them. ~L~ynn took the key from Jennifer, retrieved her makeup clutch, and then grabbed the small pink giftwrapped box she had brought with her from town. She wrapped her long feminine arms around her boytoy's left arm firmly, opened the door to leave the parlor, and  escorted Rob from the room, whispering,  "Good night, girls!"