Dress Conditioning at Sissy Frills Panty School    by Prim

Gerald and Victor were torn between misery and ecstasy. It was their second morning at the Sissy Frills Panty School and they knew what was going to happen: the most shameful humiliation of their whole lives, and the blissful pleasure they had experienced yesterday at the hands of Nurse Harmony and Nurse Grace. "Now what do you think of your little petticoats, boys? Are they helping you to find that nice girliness you felt with us yesterday?" Gerald Boyson didn't want to reply because he would have to admit that he liked wearing his petticoat: it hung from ribbons over his shoulders and spread all round him in a cascade of white frills. But on the other hand one thing the boys had learned already was that failure to answer questions led to a sound spanking across the knee of one nurse or the other. Their bottoms were still sore from the day before. "I like it, Nurse Harmony, thank you. Its frills are so pretty." Victor Tyson made himself speak, with anguish at what he was confessing. "It's so sweet," he said catching the lace hem of his little chemise petticoat at the level of his hips. "I - I feel so girly in it." "Of course you do, Victor," said Nurse Grace. "You are becoming a girl, little by little. By the time you go home to your wives tonight you will both be more girlish than you are now. Do you know how?" The two young men were aghast to hear it, but were worried about how this might happen. "N-No, Nurse. H-H-How?" "If you look up above your heads you will see how," said Nurse Harmony. Up near the ceiling hung two large bubbles of pure white tissue, one of them tinged with blue, the other with pink. She keyed a code into her hand-set and with soft slithers of feminine rustling the tissues fell away and floated to the floor, leaving behind them a pair of exquisite girls' dresses, hanging in such a way that the sissies looked up beneath the milky white frills of their petticoats. "Come and sit on our knees," said Nurse Grace. "To start your girlish appreciation of your dresses for today, you will spend a part of each hour submerged beneath your dress, breathing its feminine sweetness and taking in its soft embrace. Both boys felt pangs of sweetness already as they sat on their nurses' knees, looking up with pent up worries as the remote started the dresses on their silent descent towards them. Why were their cocks stiffening like this? Why did they WANT the dress that was coming closer to engulf them and start its magic influence over their weak and vulnerable sex? As the dress stopped and hung a tantalising few inches above their head, the nurses took charge of those stiffened cocks, fastening the sissies' hands out of the way to prevent interference, and wrapping their own panties round the stiffened cock in their lap so as to add a tender encouragement of panty silk in a slow, bewitching rhythm of fondles. Then the dresses descended those extra inches, covering their heads, then their shoulders, and engulfing the two bleating husbands in the captivating sweetness of their girlishness. The boys moaned, wriggled a little to start with on account of how pretty they were feeling, then surrendered to the panties that smothered their helpless cocks. They were both going to be more girly, bit by bit, as a result of being submerged beneath their lovely dresses and they could do nothing about it.

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