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Hi.

  These are the previous chapters of `The Girls-Only Club   by
Pamela'. The story about  a boy who is honoured to become a member of
this exclusive club. How he become a member and what he experienced as
a member is described in this story.

  I post this this story in representation of the author. I will
provide this service to every other author too, if she/he wouldn't
have the trouble with annoying mails and responses.

  As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some useful hints or some good comments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

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10 __The_Girls-Only_Club___________________________________________by_Pamela_



10.  Chapter



The next day Blake went to Kathy's house as early as he could so he
would have time to dress up as perfectly as possible for the party.  He
also wanted to be available to help Mrs.  O'Connor in the preparations
in case she needed him.

For the occasion Blake made sure to put his breasts on with the glue,
to shave his legs and do any other little things to make Pamela as
pretty as possible.  Kathy and Mrs.  O'Connor both recommended he wear
his blue party dress and he didn't give them any argument about it.  He
especially loved its full skirt with the lace trim.  He was also very
happy to have the opportunity to wear high heels.  His hair was almost
long enough that he didn't need the wig, but he didn't want anything to
go wrong this special day so he put it on.  Kathy insisted he tie a
pink ribbon into it, and he didn't raise an objection about this
either.  He spent an extra long time in the mirror applying his makeup.
Mrs.  O'Connor and Kathy helped him choose a nice shade of red lipstick
and blush, and helped him with his fingernail and toenail polish.  He
had been a little worried that Beth might walk in on him before his
transformation was complete, but she was always a late sleeper and she
didn't come out of her bedroom for breakfast until Blake was a very
cute looking Pamela.

When he was all ready, he asked Mrs.  O'Connor how he could help with
the party.  ``That's very kind of you to offer Pamela.  There is so
much work involved and I would love your help."

``Great, Mrs.  O'Connor, I really want to do something nice for you for
a change!"

``Pamela, just being yourself has been more than enough payment to me!"
Mrs.  O'Connor said.  ``Just to see how pretty you are and to see you
blossoming as a young lady, is really wonderful.  Lord knows you have
been through so much the last couple of weeks, its a miracle you've
stuck with it and have kept your positive spirit."

``Its you and the girls in the club and such nice people as Diana and
Doctor Wentworth which have made the difference!"

They smiled at each other for a few seconds and Blake said, ``so what
can I do to help?"

Mrs.  O'Connor found a pretty apron for him to put on over his dress.
It was light blue with ruffled edges and had ``Mom's Little Helper"
stitched across the chest, with a picture of a young girl below it.
``This one is a little corny," Mrs.  O'Connor said, ``but it sort of
fits you a little doesn't it?"

Blake laughed at the joke and put it on.  Mrs.  O'Connor tied the
string tightly behind his back.  She assigned him some vacuuming and
dusting of the living room, where all the guests would be congregating.
He also had to put out coasters and get the silverware and glassware
ready and all set up.  In the kitchen he helped Kathy prepare
vegetables for the dips and helped with some other cooking chores.
While they were working together Kathy said, ``its so much fun having
you here helping out, Pamela.  You're like a sister my own age!"

``I really love having this chance to help you and your mom.  I'm so
excited about the party.  I've never been to a wedding shower before!"

``Neither have I, Pam!" and they laughed together.

While they were working together, Beth came in to have breakfast.  She
was wearing only a very short see-through nightie and matching panties.

``Good morning, girls" Beth said, smiling at Blake and Kathy as she
helped herself to orange juice.

``Good morning!" they both said in unison.

``You look very pretty today, mom's little helper!" Beth said.

``Thank you," Blake said blushing and feeling that he was perhaps
dressed a little bit too much like a little girl.

``I'm surprised to see you here so early helping out."

``I had nothing else planned this morning, and I thought it would be
fun to help Kathy and your mom prepare for the party."

``I'm glad you feel that way.  I know how much work it must be and they
won't let me do anything!"

``You're the bride to be, so it would be terrible for you to have to
help!" Blake said.

``I suppose you're right.  Anyway I do appreciate your coming."

``Its no bother at all!"

``Pamela, that's a pretty dress you have on.  All those cute bows and
little hearts."

Blake stopped what he was doing for a second to turn around so she
could see the back.

``You must be very happy getting married," Blake said.

``Yes, I am.  Brad is such a nice guy.  I feel so lucky to have found
him."

``You look so nice together."

``Thank you for saying that.  We're both surf bums, I guess you could
say.  We love hanging out at the beach!"

``I saw his picture and I couldn't believe how strong he looks."

``Oh, yes, Brad likes to work out.  He's a real jock.  Thats the kind
of man I've always been attracted to.  The bigger the muscles, the
better.  I like real manly men.  Men who's masculinity is just popping
out of their skin.  You know, a man who is as far from a sissy as you
can imagine.  You'd be surprised how hard it can be to find a hunk like
Brad.  So many men today are sort of effeminate sometimes, even pretty,
dressing in slightly feminine clothes.  Ugh, that's not for me."

``Gosh, Beth," Kathy said, ``could you answer a question for me?"

``What, Kathy?"

``Do you like masculine men?" After a second, Beth started to laugh and
was joined in by Kathy.

``Yes, I guess I did get carried away a bit.  Anyway, the bottom line
is that a really strong guy makes me feel very feminine which is how I
want to feel."

Blake had fallen silent thinking about what Beth would think about him.
He was about as far from a manly man as a boy could get.  Now he was
`mom's little helper.'

At that moment, the doorbell rang and Kathy went to answer it.  In a
minute she came back into the kitchen with the rest of the girls from
the club:  Amy, Karen, Penny and Janet.  They were all there to help
with the preparations.

After they greeted Beth and wished her well, Beth said, ``I've got all
my bridesmaids here together!  You are the most beautiful bunch of
girls I've ever seen!" The girls were wearing dresses in different
pastel hues, with stockings and heels.  Among the members of the club,
only Blake's dress had a wide skirt; the other girls had worn slinkier,
more grown up dresses.  It didn't bother Blake, since he felt like the
youngest girl anyway and in a sense he really was.

``Just wait until we all have our bridesmaid dresses on!" Karen said.

``We can hardly wait for the big day.  But you must be so excited!"
Penny added.

``I can hardly sleep at night!"

Mrs.  O'Connor came in and assigned each of the girls some final jobs
to do, while Beth went upstairs to get ready for the party.  When they
were all done, the six of them sat down on the sofas in the living
room.  Amy, Blake and Karen were on one sofa and Janet, Penny and Kathy
were on a facing one.  They were all silent for a few minutes looking
at each other.

``What pretty earrings you have Amy," Penny said, ``I just noticed
them."

``Oh, yes," said Kathy, ``they really are pretty."

``I borrowed them from my mom.  I thought they would match my dress
better than my own."

Blake turned to admire the long dangling gold earrings.  ``Are those
new shoes Janet?" Kathy asked.

``Yes, my mom took me shopping yesterday.  I told her that I just had
to get some new heels for the shower.  She gave me a hard time about it
but in the end she gave in."

``I know how that goes," Amy said.  ``Sometimes its so hard to get the
things we really need."

``Only lucky Pamela got all new clothes!" Janet said.

Blake blushed, ``I haven't even worn everything yet!  I was so happy
that today I got to wear my blue dress.  And yesterday I got to wear my
red skirt and white blouse and I wore one of my girdles."

``You've got so many girdles Pamela, it'll take you a long time to get
to wear all of them!" Amy teased.

Blake and some of the girls laughed.  ``Today I'm wearing pantyhose.  I
can see a bit what you mean about girdles being kind of restricting.
After two hours yesterday, my hips felt a bit squeezed in it.  I mean
it still was a nice feeling, but it was a bit of a relief to take it
off."

``My mom warned you," Kathy said.

``No, no I still really like girdles and I am so happy I bought several
of them.  They give me a kind of safe feeling that I like.  Its nice to
wear stockings also, then I don't have to pull down my pantyhose when I
pee."

``Don't you pull down the girdle?"

``Well, the french one is open.  I found that all I have to do is pull
it up a little higher and then pull down just my panties.  That seems
to work well.  Of course with my panty girdles that won't work."

``Are your bras all comfortable?" Janet asked.

``Oh, yes.  I've mainly been wearing my Maidenform bras, and I did wear
the Olga bra a couple of days.  Pretty soon I think I would have worn
each of them at least once."

Blake looked around and realized that all the girls were wearing
earrings except himself.  ``Don't you all think I should get my ears
pierced.  I just realized that you all have earrings on."

``By all means, you should, Pam, but thats one thing your mom and dad
will notice right away!" Kathy said.

Janet added ``Don't feel bad.  Someday I'm sure you'll get it done.  In
the meantime you should get some of your own clip on earrings."

``Tell us how your shopping adventure went Pam," Amy said.

``I got something very pretty for Beth.  I sure hope she likes it."

``How was it like being Pamela all alone with out us to help you?"

``Well initially I was very scared, but after riding the bus awhile I
started to feel pretty comfortable.  I could see the men admiring me
but I didn't flirt with them!  Later, on the way home, I ran into
Clifford while I was waiting for the bus."

``Oh, no!" the girls exclaimed.

``I bet he went right after you," Amy said.

``Well I guess you're right, only it really wasn't so bad.  I was
sitting waiting for the bus and he came up to me and sat down next to
me.  Before I knew it he gave me a long kiss which was really kind of
dreamy.  I think I even asked him to kiss me again.  But then the bus
came and I ran off without telling him where I live or anything."

``Pamela!" Amy said, ``how could you kiss a boy like him.  You know
what a bully he is.  I can't believe you like him."

``I didn't really have a choice.  I mean he is so strong and he put his
arms around me and pulled me toward him.  I got all weak and fluttery,
and I thought he was very handsome."

``You're so innocent Pamela!  Clifford does that dreamy eye stuff to
any girl he can get his hands on.  He's such a creep that none of us
would ever let him touch us!"

Blake looked crestfallen and Amy took his hand.  ``Ask yourself one
thing.  Do you think that Clifford cares about your mind and what you
are thinking?"

Blake thought about this a minute.  ``I guess not."

``Then do you really want a relationship with a boy like that?  Sure,
we girls can get crushes on guys, but someone like Clifford, who has no
other nice values, except his cute smile is not the sort we like.  In
the blink of an eye he would be trying to make love to you, and soon as
he did, he would consider you a tramp and treat you like one.  I bet
he'd get all the other boys in the class thinking they could screw you
too.  I mean he would just boast to everybody about how he conquered
you!"

``I'm sure your right Amy.  And he always was so cruel to me as Blake.
Why should I let him kiss me as Pamela?"

``There are a million boys out there.  And many drop dead gorgeous ones
who would fight to have a date with a girl as pretty as you.  You don't
have to settle for someone like him!"

``The next time he sees you as Pamela, I want you to look him right in
the eye and tell him you're not interested in a relationship!  Oh,
he'll kick up a ruckus and he'll flex his big muscles and smile and
charm you.  Just don't do anything you really don't want to do!"

``You couldn't have said it better," Kathy added.

``OK, I think you're all right.  Next time I see him I'll try as hard
as I can to say no." Blake tried to say this convincingly, but in his
heart he remembered how much he liked kissing Clifford and especially
the feeling of Clifford's great strength.  I must be like Beth, wanting
a very strong man to love.  He thought of his father and how strong he
was and also Barry.  Maybe this is the way I want to love my Dad:  as
Pamela.  His reverie was interrupted by Mrs.  O'Connor who had entered
the room saying, ``Everything's done!  All I've got to do is get
dressed.  Pamela, why don't you come up with me and keep me company?"

``I'd love to Mrs.  O'Connor!" and Blake got up to follow her upstairs
to her room.  Upon entering it, he sat at the end of her bed, while
Mrs.  O'Connor stepped out of her clothes.

``Happy?" she asked.

``Why yes, Mrs.  O'Connor, you know that I am!"

Mrs.  O'Connor smiled at him, ``go get a bra and panties and some
pantyhose for me while I wash up."

Blake went to her drawers and decided which of each she should wear.
He saw her new Olga bras and he picked one of them.  It was a shell
color.  In the panty drawer he found a lacy pair which partially
matched the bra.  Mrs.  O'Connor's stocking drawer had many different
colored stockings so he asked her which she wanted to wear.

``Any pair of nude stockings will do," she called out to him.

He gathered up a pair of pantyhose and laid it on the bed along with
the bra and panties.  He could see Mrs.  O'Connor sitting at her vanity
applying makeup and walked over to her.

``I put your things on the bed."

``Thank you honey," Mrs.  O'Connor said.

Blake couldn't help but admire how attractive she looked.  ``Mrs.
O'Connor you're such a beautiful women.  I mean my mom is just a couple
of years older than you, but you look so much younger than her."

``It's kind of you to say that Pamela.  I guess I do really work hard
at keeping trim.  Your mom has four kids to look after.  Its very
exhausting and I'm sure it doesn't leave her much time to be beautiful,
though I think she really is quite an attractive women.  It's hard
being a woman, Pamela."

``Oh, I know that already.  I've had such a hard time with boys and men
and I don't know what's going to become of me.  So many people now know
about me being Pamela, I think the whole town will know soon.  Dr.
Wentworth told me all about what to expect and now I'm all mixed-up as
to whether I should be Blake pretending to be Pamela all the time or
else I should have the doctors make me into Pamela permanently.  Beth
was telling us how much she prefers masculine men, like Brad.  Part of
me feels that way also.  Its like I want to be as pretty as I can be so
a big strong man will come and hold me and kiss me."

``Those are very common feelings for a young girl."

``But don't you see that if I was to be like that, I'd probably become
a real girl, I mean have an operation.  Then, I guess I might find a
man to marry me and I could be his wife.  But we couldn't have babies
and I so much want to have a baby."

``I see, its really complicated."

``On the other hand, maybe I could find a very strong woman who would
want to love me as a very feminine girl.  I could not have any surgery,
she could have the baby but I would be the mommy, once she delivered.
Only maybe after we have all the children we want, I could have surgery
and become a real girl."

``That sounds OK also."

``But Mrs.  O'Connor," Blake said with emotion, ``are there any women
like this?  I mean a woman who could love and respect a man who dresses
and acts like a girl?"

Mrs.  O'Connor looked earnestly at Blake.  ``Honey, you don't know how
many times in the last few weeks since you became Pamela, that I
thought how wonderful it would be if only we were of similar ages.  I
would have loved to be married to a man like you, to have you be my
girlfriend or wife.  While I wouldn't be really dominant over you, say
like your sister Anne, I would still be happy to take the male role and
let you be just as pretty and feminine as you want to be."

Overcome with emotion, Blake started to cry, and he ran into Mrs.
O'Connors outstretched arms.  They hugged each other and cried together
for they both new that there was a big age gap and Mrs.  O'Connor could
never have Blake as they might wish.

``Someday you'll meet a girl just like that."

``But I'm sure that none of the girls in the club or in my class at
school would ever feel like that."

``Young girls are very caught up in just experiencing their femininity
for the first time.  Its exciting to have boys pursue them and they are
really very innocent as to what it is that makes a good husband.  If
you look at older women who have experienced some men, say women in
their late twenties, they are starting to realize that many many men
are not a source of closeness.  They are remote and preoccupied with
their careers or sports.  Finding a man who is sensitive and caring is
not easy.  In fact finding a man who is like a woman becomes what many
women begin to search for.  So maybe in just a few years you'll find
that more and more of your girl friends might start to fall in love
with you as a girl."

``I hope you're right," Blake said.

``If not, you always have the option of finding the right man."


   Mrs.  O'Connor had completed her makeup and fixed up around Blake's
eyes where he had cried.  He said, ``What perfume will you put on
today?"

``What would you like me to put on Pamela?"

``I don't know, let me smell some of these." Blake picked up a number
of bottles one by one and smelled them.  There was ``Red Door,"
``Escada," ``L'Air du Temps" and others.  ``I really like the Escada,"
he said after some reflection.

``OK, then I'll wear some of that." Mrs.  O'Connor put a few drops on
her neck and in her decolletage and then asked Blake if he wanted some.

``Sure!"

She put some on his neck and Mrs.  O'Connor got very close to him and
smiled at him.  They looked into the mirror together and smiled at each
other.  Mrs.  O'Connor, naked with her large breasts topped by her
puffed up nipples, and Blake in the lacy dress with his apron still on.

Blake couldn't contain himself and he said, ``I love you Mrs.
O'Connor."

She smiled even more and held him tightly to her.  ``I love you too
Pamela."


   They left the bathroom and Mrs.  O'Connor began putting on her bra
and then stepped into the panties Blake had selected.  She sat down and
put on the panty hose.  From the closet she took out a beautiful light
orange pastel dress and with Blake's help she put it on and zipped it
up her back.

``Its such a pretty dress," Blake said.  The two of them got all their
makeup and hair and everything else in perfect order and Mrs.  O'Connor
said.  ``Shall we go down?  The first guests are about to arrive!  But
first take off your apron.  You can put it back on later if you have
to."

Blake turned around so Mrs.  O'Connor could undo the knot, and he took
it off.  Holding hands they proceeded downstairs to wait with the other
girls for the guests to arrive.

                *****************************************

Not long after Blake and Mrs.  O'Connor came downstairs, the guests
began arriving for the party.  Blake stood between Amy and Janet along
with the rest of the girls in the club watching as woman upon woman
entered the house carrying elegantly wrapped presents for Beth.  They
congratulated her and exchanged excited greetings with her and Mrs.
O'Connor.

Whenever one of the guests was familiar, the girls would make a point
of introducing Blake to her.  They seemed to know just about everybody
and Blake was overwhelmed by all the new names to remember.  He smiled
politely at each women and either held out his hand or lightly kissed
the cheek of the woman in greeting; whatever the other girls were
doing.  He was introduced as Pamela, a new girl in town, who would be
one of the bridesmaids at the wedding.

Beth's friends came singly and in groups, some being dropped off by
their boy friends.  Kathy's aunt came with her two 16 year old twin
daughters, Christina and Angela.  They had on exquisitely shear dark
gray dresses with very low decolletage.  For girls their age, they were
unusually large breasted and Blake felt an immediate pang of jealousy.
All of the women being introduced to Blake were very friendly with the
exception of Christina and Angela who were so haughty that they barely
acknowledged his presence.  Blake found out later that they were always
like that, and in fact that was why Beth had insisted they not be
bridesmaids.  This could also explain why they were particularly
arrogant to the Girls-Only Club members.



Blake observed that many of the women were stunningly beautiful like
Beth.  They wore an assortment of sophisticated dresses, many in light
pastel shades of blue, pink and yellow.  Many were tight and low cut.
Blake noticed the many stockinged legs and graceful high heels.  There
were pretty bracelets and long dangling earrings.  So many different
perfumes and such loud excited chatter.

The foyer was very crowded with more than two dozen women and several
men.  One by one the Girls-Only Club members drifted off intermingling
with the women and Blake stood shyly alone to one side.  He saw Mrs.
O'Connor across the room and she smiled and gave him a wink.  She was
laughing gaily at something a woman near her had said.  At that moment
Blake became aware of Angela and Christina walking over to him.  As
they walked up to him he couldn't stop his eyes from darting down to
take in the view of their breasts.  They had truly phenomenal young
breasts that rode high and jutted out in amazing proportions.  With
their skimpy dresses a very large part of their breasts were showing.
Looking up he knew that they had seen his glance.

``Angela," Christina said to her sister, ``remember this is Pamela one
of Beth's bridesmaids."

``I remember her quite well," Angela said, ``she is just the cutest
girl here!"

From the way she said it, Blake wasn't sure if it was a complement.

``Tell us, Pamela," Christina said talking directly to Blake, which
made him avert his eyes,``wherever did you get that pretty Barbie
dress?"

``What do you mean Barbie dress?" Blake asked, unsure as to whether he
should know what they meant.

``Your dress is just like a dress I had for my Barbie, years ago when I
used to play with them," Christina said airily with a hint of humor.

``I guess its just a coincidence," Blake said, ``I bought it at the
dress shop at the Mall.

``Oh, did you now!  How darling," Angela said, ``you bought it at the
mall."

Her voice had overtones of baby talk as she said this.  Christina
continued, ``well its a very pretty dress for a special girl, and its
nice because it has plenty of extra room on top if you were to develop
a bust."

``But I am an A cup," Blake protested.

``Oh, my goodness, Pamela, you're an A cup.  I didn't realize it!  See
Angela, Pammy is really very grown up already!" Her tone was now
clearly baby talk and Angela and her were fighting back giggles.

``So you're wearing bras now!  You've got your first bra!"

``Yes, I have a lot of bras!"

``I'll bet you do Pammy.  Are they pretty ones?"

``Yes, they are!"

``Show us your bra."

``I can't, its under my dress," Blake said.  The dress had a high
neckline and short sleeves.

``Too bad, Pammy.  But we'll take your word for it," Angela said.

``Someday you might have breasts like us," Christina said and moved
very close to Blake so her chest was just touching his chest.  He
looked down at her large cleavage and all he could think to say was,
``I don't think so."

``When you're a big girl you very well might have large titties,"
Angela joked and Christina laughed.

``I AM a big girl now," Blake said, realizing that this sounded silly.

``Yes, honey, we know you are!  You're a very big girl now!  We love
your very pretty pink bow in your hair, don't we Christina?"

Blake wanted to walk away from them but the two girls had him trapped
in the corner.  He didn't know what to say and kept silent.

``That's a complement, Pammy, don't you say thank you?"

``Thank you," Blake said, ``I'm sorry." He was afraid to get them
angry.

``When you're grown up, your mommy will let you get your ears pierced,"
Angela remarked.  ``Don't you want your ears pierced?"

Blake couldn't help noticing that both of the girls had long pretty
gold earrings, with little diamonds in them.  ``Yes, I do want pierced
ears."

``Then why don't you get them done?"

Blake realized that he had to give some explanation and said, ``my mom
says I can get them pierced next week."

``Oh, how nice, just before the wedding!" Christina said.

``We'll be looking forward to seeing your new studs at the wedding!"

Blake wasn't quite sure what they meant by studs, so he said nothing.
Somehow he would have to have earrings on for the wedding.  He would
have to get some clip on studs whatever they were.

``Tell us, do you still play with Barbies?"

``Yes," Blake said thinking of a few weeks earlier.  This set off both
girls laughing and they walked away from him holding onto each other
fully enjoying the joke at Blake's expense.

Feeling dejected, Blake surveyed the many women in the room.  They all
seemed so elegant and womanly.  Even Penny must be wearing some
falsies, he thought, because her chest looked very prominent today and
he knew that they both wore A cup bras.  He admired the dress she was
wearing, it was a beautiful halter cut in a light purple.  She looked
to be at least 21 in it.  Looking at his reflection in a long mirror
next to the front door, Blake saw that his own dress, while very pretty
lacked the sophistication of the other girls.  It was a Barbie dress,
he could see clearly now.  He felt young and immature and he that all
the nasty implications of what the two sisters had said about him were
true.  He became acutely conscious that his breasts were really small
compared to the others, and his dress was really very girlish.  He
wanted to be like one of them so badly.  He wished he could have a
vagina inside his panties instead of his horrible penis, and he wished
he could be as large breasted as Angela or Christina.  He was so
envious he didn't know what to do.  The other club members, looked so
much more sophisticated than him and he understood now why they had
chosen to wear the kinds of dresses they had.  He wished he could run
upstairs and hide.  He desperately wanted to change his dress, but now
that everyone had seen him in it and had been introduced to him it
would be too conspicuous to suddenly appear in one of his other
dresses.

All the women seemed to be so comfortable with themselves.  He could
see clearly that they all knew how to be pretty, how to find a perfect
dress, how to wear it, how to select shoes and a purse, how to set
their hair and apply sophisticated makeup.  He turned and walked
quickly up the stairs and then ran into Kathy's bedroom and threw
himself on the bed and began sobbing hysterically into a pillow.  After
a few minutes he heard someone enter the room, and then felt an arm
gently on his shoulder.  He turned around and saw that it was Penny.

``I saw you run up the stairs, Pam, and I was worried about you.  What
happened with Christina and Angela?  What did they say?"

``Penny they were so mean to me, making fun of my dress and my not
having big breasts and saying other hateful things.  But I think they
are right, Penny.  I'm not a real girl.  All the women downstairs,
including you club members are so self assured, you all know how to be
a woman.  I don't know who I'm trying to kid, but I don't see how I'll
ever become like you all.  I so desperately want to, but I have no real
breasts and I don't have a vagina, and my periods are just pretend."
Blake broke out into sobbing again.

``Come, come, Pam, you know that it isn't as all bad as that.  They are
jealous of how pretty you are, and that you'll be a bridesmaid and they
won't.  Its just jealousy, and of course you have a while to go until
you become a sophisticated lady.  Just be patient, just think how far
you have progressed in just a few weeks already."

``Are you sure, Penny?  Do you really think I'm making progress?"

``Yes, Pamela, there is no question about it.  Kathy told you before
how mean Angela and Christina were, so you shouldn't listen to anything
they say."

``They called my dress a Barbie dress, and I think they are right!  And
they said my pink ribbon makes me look like a little girl!"

``Your dress is very pretty and suits you perfectly.  Why should you
have to dress all grown up yet?  The main thing is that all the other
women see you as a very sweet, delicate growing girl.  You have plenty
of time later to become a grown woman."

Penny's reassurance had the desired effect and after a few more
minutes, Blake felt restored enough to face the party again.  Penny
held him tightly, and assisted him in fixing up his make-up.  ``Now
lets go down and enjoy ourselves!" Penny said, and they went back
downstairs.

                     *******************************

As Penny and Blake entered the foyer, Mrs.  O'Connor was calling out
over the din, ``all you men have got to go now, we have to start the
party!"

One of the men joked to Mrs.  O'Connor, ``Aw Shucks!  Can't we stay!"

Laughing, Mrs.  O'Connor said, ``This party is for girls only!  You
have your own separate party for Brad!  Or should I say orgy!"

The handful of men still remaining said their goodbys to Beth and their
girl friends.  When the front door closed on the last one, Blake felt a
sudden return of his insecurity.  Here he was with all these women and
he was like a male spy among them.  For a moment Blake felt like he
ought to leave too, but he felt Penny squeeze his hand and he knew that
she knew what he was thinking.  Before he had another moment to think
about himself, Mrs.  O'Connor came up to him and said, ``Would you grab
a tray of appetizers and circulate with them?"

Thankful for the chance to be helpful, Blake said, ``sure!" and ran to
the kitchen behind Mrs.  O'Connor.  Mrs.  O'Connor put the same apron
he had worn before on him and fastened it around his waist.  He wanted
to protest but didn't have the heart to criticize her judgment.
Evidently, she had no problem with him wearing it so why should he!
The guests had now all drifted into the living room and were sitting
and standing informally.  Blake summoned up all his courage and carried
a tray of crackers with salmon pate into the room and began offering
them to everyone.  Kathy had another tray of pate do foie gras.  As
each woman took a cracker and thanked him, Blake smiled politely and
made a tiny curtsey.  Many of the woman thought the ``Mommy's little
helper" apron to be very precious and complemented Blake on how he was
just the perfect little helper for Mrs.  O'Connor.  Blake found himself
blushing profusely and accepted the fact that by being the youngest
girl at the party it was natural for the women to treat him special.

When he brought the tray to Christina and Angela, they laughed at him
and made fun of the apron.  ``Why did you go upstairs before, Pamela?"
Angela said, ``Did we make you cry?"

Christina and her sister laughed and Blake said, ``you are not very
nice!" By the looks on their faces he was concerned about getting them
angry and he quickly walked away.  They might be like Anne and her
friends and I better be careful, he thought.


   When the tray was empty he went back for another.  After all the food
had been served, Mrs.  O'Connor announced that it was time to play the
first of several games.  One involved carrying ten grains of rice, one
by one from a bowl to a plate using a tooth pick.  Another consisted of
tying many different ribbons together.  The games created alot of
excited laughter by the women and Blake found himself thoroughly
enjoying playing them.

It finally became time to open Beth's many presents.  Mrs.  O'Connor
had her sit in a large chair facing everyone and announced, ``we need
someone to bring the presents to Beth!"

Amy called out, ``that should be the prettiest girl here, except for
the bride of course!"

Mrs.  O'Connor said, ``who's the prettiest girl?"

``Pamela!" someone called out.

Blake was caught by surprise and let out a sudden shriek and then
covered his face as everybody laughed.

``Yes it certainly must be Pamela," someone else said.

``Yes of course, its Pamela!" the girls in the Girls-Only-Club all
called out together.

``I think it should be Angela and me," Christina said in a loud voice
suddenly making the room quiet down.

Sensing trouble, Mrs.  O'Connor intervened, ``you two are just as
pretty as Pamela, but in the case of a tie we need to pick the
youngest!"

The women all loudly agreed with this and so it was decided that Blake
would choose the presents one by one for Beth to open.

He walked over and sat down carefully on the carpet in front of her
chair, with his blue skirt spread out around him.  From this vantage
point he could pick presents from the nearby pile and hand them up to
her.

``What one shall I choose first?" he asked Beth.

``Its for you to decide!" Beth said, ``that's your job!"

Looking at the many beautifully wrapped packages he selected one in
silver paper with many bows and handed it to Beth.

``Tell us who its from," Beth said.

Reading the label he said, ``its from Helga."

Beth took the package and opened it.  She held up a pale yellow
negligee with a gathered waist and a full skirt with several layers of
soft silky satin.  Blake gasped with excitement.  ``It's so pretty!"

Beth laughed and said, ``thank you Helga its really stunning!  But I
think you'll have to get one for Pamela too!"

While Blake blushed, Helga called out, ``try it on Beth!"

``I'll be happy to show you later," Beth said, ``I couldn't possibly
try on every one's outfit!"

``Yes you can!" several girls called out.

``But there is nowhere to change here!" Beth said.

``Doesn't matter.  Try it on!" Then all the women picked up the chant
until everyone was shouting,``Try it on!  Try it on!" Finally Beth gave
in and said, ``you asked for it!" Standing up in front of Blake, she
lifted her dress over her head until she was standing in her white
slip.  She then stepped out of her heels and pulled the slip over her
head.  She now just had on her panties, pantyhose and a bra and reached
for the negligee to try on when Helga shouted, ``Beth, take off your
bra and pantyhose!" Laughing loudly all the women agreed and demanded
that Beth do as Helga said.  Beth then reached behind her back and
undid her bra releasing her enormous breasts for everyone to admire.
Blake was awestruck looking up at Beth from the floor in front of her.
Sitting down for a second, Beth took off her pantyhose and then in an
act of bravado flung off her panties which accidentally landed on
Blake's head causing everyone to laugh at the silliness of it.
Laughing also Blake put her panties along with her other clothes as
Beth put on the negligee.

The yellow nightie was truly gorgeous and every cheered loudly as Beth
walked back and forth in front of Blake modeling it.  When she was
done, she signaled to Blake to give her another present.  This time it
was from her friend Hope.  She found an exquisite matching bra and
panty set in the box.  The bra had a delicate pattern of tiny red roses
over the cups which were edged with a floral lace.  The bikini panty
had the lace in a rose shape over the center.  When Beth tried it on,
Blake could see her pubic hair through the lace.  The set fit
beautifully and she took an extended walk around the room as if she was
modeling in a fashion show.

One by one the present opening and fashion show continued.  There were
teddys and more nighties, bras and panties.  A friend of Beth's had
given her a black leather corset with a whip and mask.  While modeling
it, she pretended to be a slave driver and had stood over Blake saying,
``give me the next present, slave!" and had whipped him across his
shoulders.  It didn't exactly hurt, but Blake wasn't sure if she was
serious or not and was relieved when Beth laughed at the joke.

Other presents were a garter belt, some slips, stockings and even a
pair of slippers.  Blake's present turned out to be one of the more
exciting and Beth looked ravishing in the red velvet lace-up teddy that
he had purchased.  One of the gift boxes had no name on it, and when
Beth opened it up she found a huge plaster replica of a penis with an
inscription in black lettering, ``Beth's Boss."

``Oh, Yuck!" Beth said, ``This must have been planted in here by one of
the guys."

The women, who had initially laughed at the statue, then started to
voice their insult.  ``I wonder which creepy guy is behind this!" one
of the women called out.

``Boy, I'd love to get my hands on him!" another shouted, ``and so
would I!" yelled a third.

``Men are such pricks!  When you get down to it, they really just are
big penises trying to lord over their wives and girlfriends." This was
greeted with a chorus of agreement.

A woman called out ``Men aren't good for anything more than just
carrying their penises around for us!" and everyone laughed together.


   ``They're just big penis carriers!"


   ``Most men think through their penises!"

``If at all!"


   As the women got more and more carried away they starting chanting,

``Who needs men!"

``Who needs men!"

Then someone called out, ``cut their pricks off!"

``Yeah!" a dozen women said laughing.

``Cut their cocks off!"

Now all the woman started chanting in unison, ``cut them off!  Cut them
off!"

A women ran to the kitchen and came back with a butcher's knife and
shouted ``lets form a posse and cut off the first one we find!" The
women found this hysterical and everyone was laughing and teasing and
shouting.  Blake had a weak smile on his face while he sat quietly
looking around in fear.  He noticed that all the club members were
going along with the frenzied crowd.  They were shouting and chanting
along with everyone else, ``cut them off!"

Angela noticed that Blake was the only one not shouting and she yelled
over to him, ``Come on, Pamela, you cut off the first one!" Some of the
other women joined in saying ``Pamela gets the first one!", ``Pamela
gets the first one!"

``Why aren't you excited?" some of the women near him called out.  Out
of fear of being caught he began to shout along with them, ``cut it
off!  cut if off."


   Once he started saying it he found himself getting more and more
excited and caught up in the mass feelings.  The woman were on their
feet now, raising their fists and shouting.  Some of them started to
take off their clothes and others joined in.  They were being silly and
they knew it but it was too much fun to stop.  After a few minutes they
were all stripped down to their panties and bras, except Blake who was
so shaking that he couldn't undo the zipper of his dress.

As the woman now ran around alternately chanting and laughing, they
started upon the chant, ``smash the prick!  Smash the prick!" and one
woman grabbed the plaster penis which had started the riot and put it
in on the tiles in front of the fireplace.  Angela yelled out, ``make
Pamela smash it!" and everyone agreed.  A hammer was produced from
somewhere and passed up to Blake who knelt down in front of the penis
and, after looking back at the 25 women dressed in their bras and
panties and shouting and jostling around him, he awkwardly lifted the
heavy hammer and aimed it down upon the penis.  He was lucky and his
blow hit it directly upon the glans and smashed it into a hundred
pieces.  A huge cheer went up in the room, and woman upon woman ran up
to Blake and hugged him and congratulated him upon being their
``savior."

The scene had been both terrifying and hysterical at the same time and
the closeness he had felt to these woman and girls had been so true,
that Blake now knew, from the bottom of his heart, mind and soul that
he had crossed a line into becoming a real female, a line he could
never come back across again.

End of Chapter 10.