Buying Him Some Pink Frilly Baby Knickers    by Prim

Sissies of all ages will always dread finding themselves inside the dainty, perfumed shop interior of Miss Popsy's Petticoat Shop. They are there for one reason only: to be stripped to the bare skin so that Miss Edna Popsy can work her pitiless torment on them by choosing the youngest and the prettiest dresses to put them into so as to thoroughly emasculate the youth and drain him of his manhood. This explains why her shop continues to be so popular among stern women charged with the education of unruly males. They relish the staggering change the shop proprietress can deliver in the space of just twenty minutes. A snotty youth, for example, can exemplify all that is to be despised in a male as he is being pulled through the door to face Miss Popsy, only for his face to blanche as he realises where he is: surrounded with lovely, small dresses in feminine fabrics and pastel colours, petticoats bursting outwards in the softest tulle and organza, and girlish blouses and little skirts - all intended for nasty boys. The wretched male of course must first be relieved of every stitch of his clothing. Miss Popsy's assistants delight in pulling pairs of pants and underpants down to the floor. Every woman surrounding him loves to watch his face as he loses his protection and feels the mocking looks of glee as they devour the miniature shape of his penis. The boy trembles amongst his tormentors as they approach him with a delicate training bra and frilly panties and put him into them. How they love watching his face and his cock as it stiffens under the influence of silk or nylon lingerie and forces on him the fact that he is a sissy, and that the women round him know it too. "I want him dressed suitably so that everyone from now on can SEE that he is a sissy," announces his stepmother or his Mother-In-Law. "Of course," declares Miss Popsy. "We will put him into this infant dress in bridal silk-satin, with triple-tier petticoats to fill it out sideways. Then we'll put him into frilly baby panties like these," and she holds them in front of his face to see his weeping redouble in its misery, "to feminize and babyify his private places. His dress will barely reach his panties, so we will see that little upward point where his dick kisses the gusset of his infant lingerie." He knows not to protest. When he's wearing a bra and panties and is surrounded by five or six women, often with women spectators too who love to stand and watch a sissy being dressed in Miss Popsy's Petticoat Shop, a sissy daren't open his mouth. All he can do is stand, suffer waves of shame and burst out weeping with self-pity. And so it turns out. He is made to twirl on the spot, holding out his skirts to show his pointed panties to each female in turn as he blubbers and presses his knees together. The guy who entered the shop a male has been reduced to a little girl in a pretty frock, with oodles of petticoat frills, panties that begin to grow dark and wet with sissy-cum revealing the feminine desires of his dicklet, and whose position in front of women will be one of failure, humiliation and sissyhood from now on.

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