PETTICOATED!

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OMG!!! The sissy realized any escape from his Petticoated fate was not in the cards. Not now. Not ever. Reality was setting in. What had been this pretty...very pretty sissy boi's deepest fantasies indeed were now to be his reality. The Powerful Feminine Control of these Beautiful Women...his soon-to-be Mistress...The Goddess Olympia...the Humiliating and yet deeply arousing ~Petticoat Discipline~ to which now would irrevocably Femininze him forever...Petticoats...Lace...and ~Makeup-...were all too much. And in  a sudden desperate attempt...a plea for mercy. For reconsideration. "Puhleeeeeze...Miss Olympia...Puhleeeeze don't do this to me! Please! I'm NOT  a...a...a...a..." Olympia laughed. "A 'what?' justine ? You are not a what? Go ahead. Say it. Say the word,sissy. Say it." She was openly taunting him. ~Olympia~ slowly...impatiently began tapping Her Heels on the marble floor, Her hands on Her Hips. "You even cry like a Little Girl, sissy! How adorable. But such a naughty little boi. And so ungrateful. Madame Chadwick will take the corrective measures necessary to crush any token resistance you may have to Our plans for you, my dear little sissy boi. And rest assured, you will be punished for this silly  outburst." Making Feminine frou frou with Her sisdy boi's Rustling Pettilace, Olympia laughed. "My ~Pretty~Pageant~sissy. All Petticoated.  Emasculated...and Feminized. I LOVE it! I just love it!"...

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"You know, little 'master' justin," Olympia mockingly  emphasized his masculine name, "Pageant sissies are required to have their own little personalized pageant names when they compete against the other little sissy pageant bois. The moment I laid eyes on you,  My pretty little girlyboy, and after reviewing years of your naughty little search history, I reserved the perfect name for my special little gurl. Its so...so..." The Goddess Mistress swished the sissy's net and lace, giggling, "...~Feminine.~ Deliciously Feminine. Just purrfect for my pretty little girly boy. My Maid. My sissy maid. In his first frilly little satin and lace Party Dress. His own little pageant dress. For sissy boys who so desperately want to be sweet little girls. Real girls. Girly girls..But alas. That can never be. Oh no. They will NEVER be real girls. Because they are much too sissy to be real Girls. No, My little pretty boi. You will never be a real Girl. Mistress ~Olympia~ would not allow you anyway. Because you had the misfortune of being  born a boy. But not a 'normal' boy. Oh no." Olympia mocked him. "You know you are much too weak to ever be a real boy. You are too pretty for that, little gurl.  There is absolutely nothing masculine about you., pantywaist. Because you, justin, are effeminate. And effeminate little bois, just like you, are subservient and obedient to Women and Girls. ALL Women and Girls.  And because you are effiminate, you envy us. And we know it. Secretly, you want to be ine of us. But We use Our Femininity to completely crush any and all hope of you ever salvaging any last vestige if your feeble masculinity. And we crush your dreams of becoming one of us. Because, deep down, you know..
and We know that Petticoat Punishment works, little miss justine. Humiliation works because it shames you and yet it arouses you. It is an inescapable conundrum. And make no mistake about it, my pretty little sissy boi, I have ways if humiliating you that will...drive...you...crazy. Crazy with envy. Because it is MY ~Femininity~ that will control you. Just look at you. You are such a luttle sissy. All Frocked and Petticoated. And you barely resisted at all. I knew you wouldn't resist me. Just wait until I put you in your first little Frilly Pageant Dress. They call them 'Cupcake Dresses,' don't they justin? Just like the ones in here. Made especially for sissies. And I am going to be certain that YOU  are wearing oodles of stiffly starched Petticoats under Your short satin Skirt. Very ~Lacy~ pettis. The kind that Rustle and Swish with a sissy's and a Little Girl's every movement.  So that you can never forget what you are and what you will always be. They will serve as a constant reminder to you, sissy justine, that you will Never be mistaken for a little boi. And as you swish Femininely across the stage, limp- wristed,  with the heels of your sweet little Pink patent leather  Mary Janes clicking as you proudly didplay your Petticoats, you will be introduced to the Beautiful Women in attendance as ... "Little Miss Pettilace..."

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Olympia was stunningly Beautiful. Supremely confident. Disarmingly Feminine. She had waited so long for this moment. The moment She would ensnare Her very own pretty boi. A pretty boi with, in Her words, "Potential. Real potential." She would never forget that afternoon three years earlier in Nordstrom. She was in Manhattan on business and had scheduled a Makeover in the Cosmetics Department with Her own private consultant, Anne. Olympia was sitting in the chair as Anne was delicately and strategically applying a new blush to Olympia's cheeks. As Anne Femininely swished the Brush ever so gently, explaing how to apply it, Olympia looked in the mirror and noticed this very boyish young  (17-18 years old, at most) "man" in the background...staring intently. He was clearly mesmerized by two beautiful Women engaging in one of the quintessentially Feminine  activities that Women enjoy: Makeup. He kept staring until......Olympia suddenly turned around abuptly as if to question the little man's "interest." Startled for a second that he had been caught, the little man looked the other way quickly and pretended to walk away. But he couldn't. No, instead he acted as though he was looking at after shave at the Ralph Lauren counter, still close to the two Women, holding a dark green tester bottle, all the while still sneaking glances at Olympia as She was now contemplating and discussing an Eyeshadow with the beautiful Makeup artist. Examining a single palette while speaking with Anne, Olympia's Feminine instincts "felt" this little boi continuing to steal glances over at Her, and at Anne, as Anne applied a slight dusting of the palest sky blue shadow imaginable while the two of them discussed the new look Anne was creating. The little boi-man got bolder as Olympia saw him re-appear, now even a little closer in the lighted mirror they were using. Yes, he had dared to get just a little closer. He was helplessly mesmerized by what was transpiring at the Makeup counter and he just had to watch. Olympia smiled to Herself as She studied him. Smallish, maybe 5'4", longish hair in a ponytail, stylishly dressed, albeit wearing skinnier jeans than any real Man would wear, for sure. He wore a loose-fitting long sleeve white dress shirt of thin (almost sheer) cotton. But the boi's most intriguing characteristic of all?  Well, Olympia concluded, he seemed...effeminate. And he was pretty. Yes. A pretty boi. Very pretty, actually.  Maybe, just maybe, the Beautiful Olympia's patient multiyear search finally was yielding what She had always wanted...Her very own sissy boi. Her personal plaything. Hers to keep and to train, any way She desired. At this very moment Olympia knew it was time to determine just how vulnerable this effeminate little boy could be. And She knew just how to find out...

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Within a few days Anne had supplied video of the boyish man wandering thru the Cosmetics Department and digital imaging did the rest. Justin Smythe was his name. Future heir to a billion dollar coffee fortune, he had never worked a day in his life. He was under the care of an Aunt who had home-schooled him and retained complete power of attorney until he reached the age of 21. If he married, the inheritance, all of it was his, save for $25 million which would go to his Aunt Jane. Olympia would have to make sure that never happened if She decided he was to be Hers...ALL Hers. Quickly gaining access to justin's computer activities and carefully studying his search history was easy. And it didn't take long to learn all She needed to know about Her very own "girly-boi to-be." Hour, after hour, and after hour the weak little man immersed himself with images and stories of subjugated, weak-willed, effeminate males, terrified of successful, Beautiful, Feminine, Dominant Women who were just looking for a pantywaist to put in his place. And this particular little sissy's forte was Forced ~Feminization.~ The more Olympia researched, the more aroused and excited She became Herself at the possibility of ensnaring Her very own pretty girly boy. And this particular pretty boy had so many "kryptonite" weaknesses it would be impossible for him to resist Her. His little stories frequently revolved around a central male character much like himself: Weak-willed; effeminate; intimidated by Beautiful Feminine Women, and envious of Their Femininity...especially...ohhhhh yes...especially their Clothes. Their Dresses, to be precise. The more Feminine Their Dresses, the more envious he bacame and  the more likely justin had bookmarked them. Many of the Dresses were short, full-skirted. He definity had an affinity for Tulle and ~lace.~ But there was more. So much more: His penchant for ~Lacy~ Feminine Bras, mostly white and Pink Satin. Ribbons and delicate little Bows. Slips, Garter Belts, Stockings, Lacy Panties...on and on and on. And ohhhhhhhh yes! Those super ~frilly~ little gurly Party Dresses!!! And he had bookmarked literally hundreds of those undeniably ~Feminizing~ images just PERFECT for puttinh any reluctant, or even hesitant sissy in her place. And the central them in most of this sissy's preferred fiction was a weak-willed male...a pantywaist. Destined to be Feminized and sissified. By force, if necessary. The character might show some token resistance at first. Inevitably, though the weak male eventually always acquiesced to total Feminine  control and domination after a strong dose of  humiliation, embarrassment, and shame. It was also during Olympia's two-plus year scrutiny of Her prospective sissy's internet search history, however; that one theme continued to resonate with this particular boy...and with this Feminine Goddess: "Petticoating." Oh yes, this was young master justin's ultimate kryptonite, and now Olympia would vow to create Her own special web of Makeup, ~Petticoats,~ and Lace to make absolutely certain that this pretty  boi was destined to become HER own little Personal Petticoated Plaything...Her sissy maid. Her Boudour Maid. Her personal Lady's Maid. "Petticoated Plaything," She thought to Herself, with a triumphant smile of uncompromising determination and resolve.  "Yes, I like the sound of that..."

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Right as Mistress Olympia shared Her new pageant name for justin, Her pretty ~Petticoated~ sissyboi, the door to the ultraFeminine Powder Room opened. Slowly, and quite tentatively, a young "man" not more than 18 or 19-years-old, dressed in a navy blue sports jacket, long-sleeve white dress shirt, and white linen trousers, peeked inside with wide bulging eyes. His mouth opened in a panicking look at the sheer ~Femininity~ of the room's ambiance as well as the stunningly beautiful Women inside. He quickly said he had the "wrong room" as he tried to make his hasty retreat by trying to back up. Alas, his meager 5'6" frame was no match as he was "re-directed" forward by a  Beautiful Blonde Woman. She was attired in tight black leather ~pants,~ a sheer long-sleeved silk shirt, and 5-inch ~elegant~ pink leather slingback heels. Her perfectly manicured fingernails and toenails were painted a frosty Pink to match Her heels. And She carried a dainty, decidedly Feminine pink leather Purse, holding It by a sparkling gold chain. Her long Blonde hair was held in a Ponytail. She was Beautiful in Her Cherry Red Lipstick. If Women truly believe Red Lipstick is a symbol of Feminine Power, then She wore Hers proudly and perfectly. In Her Heels, She was over six feet tall. She took hold of the frightened little boy's right shoulder and unceremoniously pushed him inside. Then She immediately locked the door. Marching the frightened boy towards a Pale Pink ~Pageant~ Style Girl's Party Dress...Frilly enough for any Petticoated sissy, She stopped the now visibly anxious male right in front of the Dress display. "Hold my purse, Leonard, while I check something." Forcing Her Purse onto his trembling right fingers. She instructed him how to hold Her Dainty Feminine Purse, then gripping his chin with Her strong right hand. "Don't you move an inch, Leonard. Do you understand?" She squeezed his chin harder. In a trembling voice, Leonard tried to tell this Blonde Boombshell that She was "hurting me." She looked down at Leonard, quite condescendingly, and laughed. And then She glared seriously at him, "Do NOT move unless I give you permission, Leonard." The room was silent...until the sibilant rustling and swishing of Silk and Taffeta were the only sounds that could be heard as She carefully removed the ultrafrilly confection from its display mannequin. She turned to face the terrified boy, and Femininely and gently shook the ~Frilly~ Lace-bedecked Dress, tantalizingly and directly in front poor little leonard. "Isn't this just the Prettiest, Girliest Little ~Party Dress,~ you have ever seen, Leonard? Hmmmmm? Why it even matches Your little Purse. What a coincidence! Stand still while I try something." Now the Tall Blonde took the Rustling Taffeta and Satin Sissy Pageant Dress and held it Squarely against Leonard's meek little body after removing his sport coat. "It's just a little on the Short side, Leonard, but that's okay.  With a couple of stiffly starched white Crinoline ~Lace~ trimmed Petticoats underneath, I think YOU are going to look adorable in THIS Dress..."

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"B...b...but...but...Ms. Lolita! Please don't. Ohhhh please! Please! Please don't do this to me. Puhleeeeze..." The tall beautiful Woman...Powerful in Her Black Leather Pants (Justin knew he had not seen another Woman here all day in Pants. He stood still. Stunned at what was transpiring before his very eyes.), took hold of Leonard's chin and squeezed it even harder. "Make you do what, Leonard? Hmmmm...? Answer me, pretty boy. Make you do what?" Leonard was crying. Please, Ms. Lolita. No! Please no!" Meanwhile, ~Olympia~ stared at Her own Petticoated sissy, daring justin to interrupt the proceedings. Lolita let go of Leonard's chin. She stroked his right cheek briefly, as if to try to calm him down. Leonard was still crying...

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Lolita laughed at Leonard, "Oh shush, Leonard. You'll do what I tell you to do. And when I decide to put you in a ~dress,~ you'll know it's for your own good. Now, stand still and stop that silly crying." Lolita looked at Olympia, "Olympia, may I borrow the services of Your sissy boi, please?" "Why of course, Lolita." Then Olympia directed Her attention to the ~petticoated~ Justin. "Justin, you are to obey Mistress Lolita's every 'request,' without hesitation. Is that clear, sissy?" As Olympia said it, She made exciting Feminine frou frou with Her own tulle skirts, swishing them teasily. And awaiting Little Miss Justine's ultimate symbol of obedience and respect: A perfectly executed Ultrafeminine curtsey from the Petticoated male. And justin did not disappoint his new Mistress. Oh no...Little Miss Justine was in charge now. And this particular curtsey made a point of the sissy's dainty fingers allowing for quite the display of lavish white Petticoat Lace. After all, this was the sissy's initiation petticoat and Little Miss Justine had every intention of shaming and ~humiliating~ the sissy who for so long had forbidden Little Miss Justine to take charge over himonce and for all. After holding justin's curtsey for what seemed an eternity, Little Miss Justine insisted that Her sissy alter ego nervously but carefully rearrange his skirts and his lacy Pettis before standing at attention." Ohhhhh...how sweet!" Lolita complimented a now red-faced justin in Her mocking tone of voice. "Little Miss Justine, what do you say to Mistress Lolita?" Olympia asked, her voice commanding. justin no longer was in charge now. Oh no, Little Miss Justine was in control now. And with that, Little Miss Justine yet another flawlessly Girly curtsey, replying, "Thank you for your kind compliment, Miss Lolita." Little Miss Justine continued, this time forcing justin's dainty fingers to toy playfully...~Femininely~...with his rustling layers of snow white exquisite Petticoat "Lace..." "Come here, sissy boy...and present yourself. Perhaps Leonard would like to see your Feminine Petticoats so he can better understand what I mean when I tell him I have every intention of Sissifying him, too..."