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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 usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

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 The_Girls-Only_Club___________________________________________by_Pamela__5_


5.  Chapter



The six members of the Girls-Only club gathered outside in the driveway
next to Mrs.  O'Connor's Plymouth Fury III. It was Blake's first time
outdoors dressed as Pamela and he felt like the whole world was
watching him.  He saw a few children playing nearby and he nervously
kept an eye on them in case they could see through his disguise.
Surveying the girls gathered around him, he felt proud to be a member
of the Girls-Only Club.  He studied the way they moved so as to imitate
them better.  He adjusted the shoulder strap of his purse copying the
way that Penny held hers.  He noticed that all the girls and Mrs.
O'Connor were wearing blue jeans and tops and only he was wearing a
skirt and pantyhose.  Oddly, it made him feel like he was more feminine
than they were.

``I think we can squeeze four of you girls in the back seat and two can
come up front with me," Mrs.  O'Connor said as she unlocked the car
doors.

``Pamela, you come sit in the back with Kathy, Karen and me," Amy said
as she slid into the seat.  Blake followed her making sure to first sit
on the seat and then swing both legs in together so as not to open up
his skirt too far.  Karen and Kathy then got in so that he was tightly
squeezed between Amy on his left and Karen on his right.

``Its a tight squeeze, Mom, but I think we all fit in back here!" Kathy
said.

Penny and Janet were sitting next to Mrs.  O'Connor up front and they
turned around to look at the three girls and Blake sitting in the back.
The cramped conditions were comical and they all began to laugh at the
situation.  Surrounded so closely by the five other girls and Mrs.
O'Connor, Blake was entranced by the smell of the mingling perfumes and
the feel of his hips and shoulders touching the girls on either side of
him.

``Our first stop has to be the bridal store to get Pamela fitted to her
gown.  After that, where do you girls think we should go?," Mrs.
O'Connor said.

``Where do you want to go first, Pamela?," Amy said.

``I hadn't really thought about it, but I guess that we could start
with buying some bras and things."

``Very sensible!  We'll work from the inside out!" Karen laughed.

Mrs.  O'Connor backed the large car out of the driveway and proceeded
down the road toward the mall, about 15 minutes away.  After a minute
they passed two boys walking on the side of the road and Amy exclaimed,
``Karen, there's Billy and Mike!" She waved at them, who waved back
after they recognized her.

``God, Karen, Billy is just so cute.  Look at that muscle shirt he
wears to show off!"

``I know, I was just thinking, my God is he sexy," Karen replied.

``Oh and can he kiss!  At the fall dance he took me outside and I made
out with him.  I couldn't resist."

``I know how you feel."

Amy leaned over past Blake toward Karen who leaned sideways to meet
her.  She cupped her hand over her mouth and whispered so that only
Karen and Blake could hear, ``he even took my hand and made me touch
his penis!"

``You're kidding!" Karen said.

``No.  He had unzipped his fly and my hand went right in his pants!  It
was all hard and poking out!"

Karen started to giggle as did Amy.  As Amy leaned back in her seat,
she turned toward to Blake and said, ``you should have seen it.  It
seemed so big to me."

Blake felt uneasy thinking of Billy's penis.  ``You weren't scared?"

``Oh, no!  Boys are always trying to do such stuff.  I would never let
him get any further unless I was going steady with him or something.
Anyway, he's a senior and we're only friends."

``I heard that Mike just broke up with Sharon," Kathy added.

``Oh, really!  Did he initiate it?"

``No, Sharon just thought it wasn't getting anywhere and they ought to
see other people."

``I wonder who he might be interested in now?"

``I think he is dreamy," said Janet, ``all the girls are just going to
die hoping that he asks them out."

``Have you ever seen him run track in his cute little running uniform!"

``I know what you mean.  His thighs are so powerful.  And I like the
way he looks so intense as he approaches the finish line."

``He's the kind of boy that anyone would love to date."

``He makes a girl feel like a girl."

The male side of Blake felt even more diminished:  it was getting
harder and harder to see himself as a boy.  The only role open to him
he could safely fill was being a girl.  He had to be a girl, he was a
girl.  Boys were scary and overwhelming.  He imagined Mike or Billy
making him feel sexy and pretty, and hoping that they would want to
make out with him someday.  What was Billy's penis really like?  He
felt scared of it but also exhilarated in a strange way.  The girls
must sense who he really is, just a rather shy and naive young girl.

Looking down at his prominent breasts, feeling the long hair framing
his face, aware of his fragrance, and the silky feeling of his
pantyhose, the light delicate weight of his shoes and the tightness of
his bra straps, Blake felt helpless being a girl.  Compared to real
boys, who were hard and fast and brash, he was a girl and he would have
to try and live as much as possible as a girl.  He imagined himself
flirting with Mike or Billy; being coy and dressing sexy to turn them
on.  Maybe he was pretty enough to attract them?  Wouldn't all the
girls be envious of him he could date one of them!

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

After arriving at the mall, the Girls-Only club members and Mrs.
O'Connor went to ``David's Bridal Heaven" to have the gown originally
made for Brad's cousin altered to Blake's size.  Mr.  David, the
elderly owner of the store,greeted them enthusiastically at the door.
While he chatted with Mrs.  O'Connor, Blake wandered around admiring
the many dozens of beautiful gowns hanging from racks and displayed on
dummies.  He gently ran his hand over the skirts feeling the different
soft nylon, satin, taffeta and silk materials.  Most of the dresses
were in white though quite a few were in pink, yellow and soft shades
of blue.  The other club members gathered around him as he admired a
white beaded gown worn by a statuesque mannequin who stared off into
space.

``Oh Pamela is in heaven!, Penny teased, ``all these pretty gowns to
wear!"

``Do you see any you have just got to have?" Janet added.

``I want everyone of them!  But the one I have is the prettiest of all.
Don't you agree?"

``It sure is!"

``Come Pamela," Mrs.  O'Connor called out, ``go to the dressing room
and put on the dress so Mr.  David can fit you."

Blake took the box and walked toward the dressing room.  Penny
volunteered to go with him and help out.  In the cubicle, Blake hung
his purse on a hook and then proceeded to take off his top and skirt.
Penny held the dress for him as he slipped it over his shoulders, and
she zipped him up and then checked to make sure that everything was OK.
He then walked out to the center of the large fitting room with mirrors
on all the walls.  Mr.  David, Mrs.  O'Connor and the girls were
waiting for him.

``My, my aren't you a lovely young lady," Mr.  David said as he took
Blake's hand and helped him to step up onto a small raised platform.
``What's your name dear?"

``Pamela."

``Well Pamela, we don't have too much to do, just letting out a few
seams here and there.  You are a bit taller than the girl this dress
was made for."

Mr.  David walked around Blake surveying the dress.  He shifted the
skirts around and pushed the bodice up and then back.  Blake realized
that Mr.  David was doing more than just arranging the dress.  He felt
his breasts being squeezed and his nipples being pinched.  Mr.  David's
hands were systematically caressing him as he worked.  Mr.  David
reached under the dress and felt along the seams.  Suddenly Blake felt
a pinch and then a succession of explicitly sexual touches seemingly
everywhere on his thighs and bottom.

``Oh, such a pretty girl, such a pretty girl," Mr.  David kept saying.
Confused and afraid to cause a fuss Blake smiled as if nothing was
happening.  After what seemed an eternity, Mr.  David helped him down
from the pedestal and then gave him a kiss on the cheek while
simultaneously taking a last feel of his breasts while ostensibly
adjusting the dress.  Blake felt like he had been violated, but was too
scared to say anything.  He held back tears as he walked to the
dressing room to change.

Penny noticed that he was upset and asked what had happened.  When he
had explained she said, ``what a dirty old man he is!  I guess he
couldn't resist touching such a sexy girl like you.  You did look
stunning up there."

``Thank you Penny.  He made me feel so vulnerable.  How can a girl ever
hope to stop a boy or man from getting what they want?"

``There are ways we can control them, Pamela, and we'll have to teach
you them.  Right now you are so innocent.  Its really very precious.
You did look absolutely lovely up there in that dress." Penny unzipped
the back of the dress and helped Blake off with it.  She hugged him and
then gave him his skirt and top to put back on.

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

From the wedding shop the group walked over to the Lord and Taylor
department store to look for bras, panties and other lingerie.  A
saleswoman working there, Ms.  Celeste Taylor knew Mrs.  O'Connor and
came over to help.

``What can I do for you today, Mrs.  O'Connor?"

``Hi Celeste, we're taking Pamela here shopping for some bras and
panties.  She's new in town and would you believe it, the moving
company lost a carton containing most of her clothes.  We volunteered
to help her get some replacement things while her parents are busying
moving in."

``Oh, you poor dear.  Where would you like to begin?  What kind and
size of bras do you normally wear Pamela?"

``Thank you maam.  I guess I'm a size 36A, and I guess I'm not sure of
exactly what kind I want.  I mean I guess I like back closure styles,
and..."

``Do you prefer pretty or dainty bras or the more athletic kind, you
know like the Jockey brand?"

``I suppose I would like to get dainty ones."

``We have some pretty ones here that have a little padding.  Would you
like to look at those?"

``Okay.  I guess just a little padding would be nice.  Do you have them
in many colors?"

``Come here and look."

Blake wasn't sure he was saying the right things, but the girls didn't
give him any indication that he was making a mistake.

Karen called to him saying, ``Come here Pamela.  This bra is so pretty.
I think its just the kind you like."

She held up a pink lightly padded bra with lace covered cups.  ``Oh
yes, I like that one for sure.  Oh, its a Warners Lace Dressing bra.
It looks very comfortable."

Then Penny and Amy both came up to him holding other bras in his size.
``Look at these Maidenform bras Pamela.  This one is a nice shade of
blue and this white one has a cute little applique flower at the
center." Blake took them from the girls saying, ``the blue one is a
`Sweet Nothings' bra and this one is a `Chantilly' bra.  I love them
both!"

Blake was surrounded by the many racks of bras.  Every direction he
looked there were bras of every size and description.  He felt
overwhelmed and did not know which way to turn next.  ``There are so
many bras here how do I decide what else to try?"

Mrs.  Taylor looked at Blake quizzically.  ``What did you do previously
to get bras?"

``Oh, I, um, um, we lived in a small town in Western Maryland, and
there wasn't any department stores.  So my mom and I would just go to a
little local clothing store which didn't have anywhere such a selection
as here."

``Well then, this should be quite an experience for you!  I see Pamela
that you prefer lacy bras, so that narrows down our choices somewhat.
Also, being an A cup, we don't have to look in that section over there
which is for the full figured ladies, like Mrs.  O'Connor!"

``That reminds me Celeste," Mrs.  O'Connor said, ``while I'm here I
need to buy a few bras for myself.  Pamela, you let Mrs.  Taylor and
girls help you out, while I go and take a look at some of the bras,
OK."

``Sure, Mrs.  O'Connor, go ahead."

Mrs.  O'Connor walked over to take a look at the larger sized bras.

Mrs.  Taylor continued, ``our main decision now is whether you want to
concentrate on padded bras or not.  If you want some padding, we have
some that would make you look like a B cup and others, like the Warners
one you are holding, will make you almost, but not quite a B."

``Can I get some with padding and some without?"

``Why of course, Pamela!  You're so innocent!  Didn't the girls in your
home town or mom ever discuss these things with you!?"

Blake was fearful that Mrs.  Taylor was going to think that he wasn't a
legitimate girl.  Tears began welling up in his eyes as he felt more
and more hopeless that he couldn't pull off the deception any longer.

Mrs.  Taylor saw Blake's alarm and said, ``Oh you poor dear.  I didn't
mean to hurt your feelings!"

Just having Mrs.  Taylor talk about him like this made Blake start to
sob, and quickly Mrs.  Taylor took him in her arms and held him.  ``Its
OK, we'll get you knowing everything there is to know about choosing
bras." While she held him she made a quizzical expression at the Club
members standing nearby.

``Its okay Pamela," Karen said.  ``This is why we are here, so we can
help teach you about how to shop for your clothes in a large mall."

When Blake's sniffling stopped, Mrs.  Taylor suggested, ``come look
over here at these ``almost a B" bras by Playtex.  See how they have
padding like the Warners.  Try one of these." She took one and then
indicated some other bras nearby, ``the Vanity Fair Lace Piquant is
very pretty and so is the Maidenform Satin Seduction." She led Blake
over to another rack containing bras which had very well defined cups
which stood almost rigidly in the shapes of breasts.  ``These are
heavily padded bras.  They'll make you feel very womanly with a much
larger bust.  Lets try one of these also.  What color would you like?
Let me guess:  I bet you want the pink one!"

Blake laughed a little and Mrs.  Taylor said, ``see, bra shopping can
be a lot of fun for girls!  The boys just don't know what they are
missing!" All the girls laughed at this, including Blake.  ``Now you
have five bras to try on.  Go to the fitting room over there and lets
see which ones are most comfortable for you."

They all walked over to the fitting rooms, where Mrs.  O'Connor had
just arrived carrying a couple of white bras.  ``Let me see which bras
you're going to try on Pamela." Blake handed them to her.  ``My they
are pretty ones indeed."

``What kind did you pick out, Mrs.  O'Connor?"

``These are some new Olga styles that I had seen in an advertisement:
the Lace 'N Smooth and the Lace Textures.  Since I usually prefer
Olga's I thought I ought to try them out."

``I don't have any Olga bras here.  Maybe I should try one too, since
you like them so much."

``Sure Pamela," Mrs.  Taylor intervened.  ``You start trying these on,
and I'll go find a nice Olga bra in your size."

Blake went into a fitting room and took off his top and then reached
behind himself and unhooked the bra that Kathy had loaned him.  His
breasts still looked utterly natural though he felt worried that maybe
Mrs.  Taylor would be able to tell they were false.  He decided that he
would try the Warner bra first.  He put it on and looked at himself in
the mirror.  Even more so than Kathy's bra, the lightly padded lacy
pink Warners bra made him look extremely feminine.  He heard Penny's
voice outside the cubicle door say, ``come on out and show us how it
looks!" Summoning up his courage he left the room to model the bra in
front of the five girls and Mrs.  Taylor who had returned holding a
soft yellow Olga bra.  Just then Mrs.  O'Connor left an adjoining
cubicle wearing her bra to also look at Blake.  Mrs.  Taylor lightly
adjusted the straps on Blake's bra and gently touched his breasts
checking how they fit into the cups.  ``It looks like a perfect fit to
me!," she said.  ``How does it feel?"

``It feels great!  I definitely must have this bra!"

``You look very pretty," Mrs.  O'Connor said.  ``How do you like my
bra?"

Mrs.  O'Connor's very large bust completely filled the white Olga bra.
``I think its gorgeous on you.  Is it comfortable?"

``Yes, its snug without being tight.  That's one of the secrets of
getting the right bra.  After wearing it a while you don't even know
its on!"

``I feel like this Warner's was made for me!," Blake exclaimed.  ``Now
I want to try on the Olga bra, Mrs.  Taylor."

She handed him the bra and he and Mrs.  O'Connor went back into their
changing rooms to switch bras.  While in the dressing room, Blake
slowly took off the Warner's bra and delicately hung it up on a hook.
He proceeded to put on the yellow Olga bra.  Outside of the room he
heard the sound of some other customers going into other cubicles to
try on bras.  He then heard Mrs.  O'Connor leave her cubicle and then
the voice of Mrs.  Taylor commenting on how nicely the second of the
Olga bras appeared.

``This one is very nice also.  You look very nice in it."

He was about to step out of the room when he heard a women say, ``Why
Mrs.  O'Connor.  So nice to see you, and these must all be the lovely
girls in the Girls-Only Club.  Have you met Blake's older sister
Janice?"

Blake froze as he realized that the voice of the woman on the other
side of the door was his mother, and that Janice was with her.

``So nice to meet you, Janice" Mrs.  O'Connor said.

``Thank you, Mrs.  O'Connor.  I like the bra you're wearing.  That's a
Lace Textures, which is the same new style that I want to try on." She
held up a bra in her hands, and then walked to a nearby cubicle to try
it on.

``Blake has been so excited about the chance to go to the wedding,"
Blake's mom continued.  ``That reminds me, he left early this morning
saying that he was going to the mall with you and the girls to get his
suit for the wedding.  He even gave up a chance to go to the ball game
with his dad!  I wonder where he is?"

``Blake is waiting for us outside in the mall.  He saw a friend of his,
and since I needed to shop for a couple of bras, he preferred to wait
outside."

``Oh, thats nice.  Tell him hello from us anyway."

Mrs.  Taylor then called to Blake behind the door, ``Pamela, come on
out and let us look at your Olga bra.  Don't be shy."

Blake was terrified.  The more he hid inside the room the more
attention would be focussed on him.  He had no choice but to come out
and try and look away from his mom and Janice.  Stepping out of the
room, he saw there was no way to avoid the gaze of his mom.  She was
standing right in front of him.  He kept his head looking toward the
ground.  ``Oh, who is this pretty young girl?" his mom said.  ``I think
I know all the other girls, but I don't seem to have seen you around
town?"

``This is Pamela, a new girl from the Western part of the state," Mrs.
O'Connor said.  Blake looked up slightly and saw that his mom had
extended her hand to shake his.  He gently took her hand and curtsied
while shaking it.

``That's a very pretty bra you have on young lady.  You look beautiful
in it," his mom said.

``Thank you, maam." At this moment Janice came out of the dressing room
wearing her Olga bra.

``Mom, what do you think?"

``Very attractive Janice."

``Yes, indeed," Mrs.  O'Connor added.

``I am so happy this new Olga style seems to be really a winner.  Both
of you ladies look exquisite." Mrs.  Taylor said.  Janice and Mrs.
O'Connor stood next to each other both wearing the same style bra.

Blake's small chest seemed petite and juvenile in comparison.

``Have you met Pamela?  She's new in town." Blakes mom said to Janice.

``Pleased to meet you!" Janice said, and then she let out a small gasp
as she looked fully at Blake.

``What's the matter Janice?" Blake's mom said.  Janice was staring
directly into Blake's eyes which were widened with fear.

``Oh nothing mom, I...  thought I saw a mouse.  It was just a moving
shadow or something." Blake turned away suddenly saying, ``I guess I
should try on my next bra" and turned to go back inside his cubicle.

``Wait a minute young lady," Mrs.  Taylor said.  ``Let's see how this
bra fits you!" She gently took Blake's arm and turned him around so he
was facing everyone.  ``The straps need a bit of adjusting.  We just
pull up a little on these little buckles.  There, how's that?"

``It fits nicely, Mrs.  Taylor."

``Are you shy about these other ladies seeing you in your bra?" she
asked.

``I guess so.""

``How precious you are Pamela," Blake's mom said.  ``Its so refreshing
to meet a shy and modest girl.  Young girls today are too brassy in my
opinion.  You have nothing to fear from us.  You have such a pretty
young body and you look so good in that bra.  I wish my younger
daughter would only act as feminine as you!"

``Thank you maam."

Blake turned and went back into the cubicle where he sat down and
started to shake with fear.  He was certain that Janice had recognized
him.  She had been suspicious about his liking to cross dress and
somehow she had seen through his disguise.  What was going to happen
next?  He prayed that she wouldn't let his mom know.  It would be the
end of everything!  ``Come on mom," Janice said, ``we had better go, or
we'll be late getting back.  I'll buy two of these Olga bras," she said
to Mrs.  Taylor.

Mrs.  O'Connor and the girls said their goodbyes.  After he heard
Janice and his mom leave he quietly began to sob.  He heard Mrs.
Taylor say to Mrs.  O'Connor, ``Is Pamela having any problems.  Can you
check on her?" He saw the door of the cubicle open and Mrs.  O'Connor
came in still wearing her new Olga bra.  ``You poor girl.  It did look
like Janice recognized you.  Do you think she will tell your mom?" As
she said this she sat down next to Blake and put her arms around him.

``I hope not.  She may not.  I think she won't.  The other day she was
talking to me about boys who cross dress and was saying that she didn't
mind if they did.  She'll probably want to talk to me when I get home
though."

``Well it sounds to me like you shouldn't worry.  We are all anxious to
see how the other bras fit you.  Why don't you try on the fully padded
one.  That will make you feel better." Mrs.  O'Connor left the room and
a minute later Blake emerged wearing the fully padded bra.  It really
did make him feel very grown up, with a large projecting chest.  He
continued trying on the other bras and found that all were comfortable
except the `Sweet Nothings' bra.  The Maidenform `Chantilly' was
particularly comfortable as was the Playtex almost a B bra.  They
decided to buy 3 Chantilly bras, 2 in white and one in beige, and one
each of the other styles.

``Now honey lets pick out some panties for you," Mrs.  O'Connor said.

``What size are you Pamela?" Mrs.  Taylor added.

``I'm a size 6."

``You'll find them both mixed in with the bras and over there where we
have many racks of panties."

Blake first went back to the bra section and saw that there were
matching panties hanging on some of the displays.  He found that
practically every style appealed to him and he had a hard time not
taking one of each one he saw.  ``I like this pink Olga one with the
lace band, and this one which has a pretty floral print with the lace
that dips down diagonally at the top.  And look at how the little
ribbons are always just to the left side on the Olga's while the
Maidenform panties all have bows in the center!"

``Only you would notice that Pamela!" Kathy laughed.

``All the panties you are selecting here are bikini and high-cut brief
styles," Mrs.  Taylor said.  ``Look at these lace edged high-cut briefs
in pink by Warner's, very popular among the young girls." She handed a
pair to Blake.  ``Over there we have some high-cut control briefs.
They have a slimming front panel and the back is stretch satin and is
seamed for added shaping.  Very pretty, and while you might not need
the shaping, they give a very nice secure fit which is particularly
good during your periods.  Here, take a blue pair, a pink pair and two
whites." She gave these also to Blake.  ``So how are we doing young
lady?"

``I've got 10 pair now, which I guess is enough.  What do you think
Mrs.  O'Connor?"

``Let me see what you have." She looked through the panties and thought
a moment and then said, ``just fine, a really nice assortment dear.  I
think you are all set in the panty department!"

``Come now Pamela and look at the slips," Amy said while taking Blake's
free hand and leading him over to a circular rack containing both half
and full slips in mainly white, beige and black.  ``Every girl needs at
least one white and one black slip.  You should take one of each color
in both half and full sizes.  Here, these Warner's slips are just in
your size." She selected the slips and handed them to Blake to look
over.  They had lace around the chest and along the bottom hem and had
approximately six inch slits.

``They're very nice," Blake said and then hesitated as if he were
afraid to say something else.

``Don't be shy Pamela what is the matter?" Mrs.  Taylor said.

``I guess I was hoping to get a pink slip to match all my pink bras and
panties," Blake said quietly.

``I'm sorry Pamela but really very few girls nowadays ask for pink
slips, so we don't stock them.  You could go to a specialty lingerie
store where you might find them.  For example's Diana's Bras and
Girdles on E. Main Street."

``If we have time Pamela we'll make a stop there, OK?" Mrs.  O'Connor
said.

``Thank you Mrs.  O'Connor."

Mrs.  O'Connor then paid for the bras, panties and slips using her
credit card.  They were all about to take their leave of Mrs.  Taylor,
when Blake said to her, ``I guess I can buy a garter belt and maybe a
girdle or two at Diana's."

Mrs.  Taylor replied, ``we don't carry garter belts but I am sure that
Diana's does.  As far as girdles are concerned, may I ask why someone
as slim as yourself needs a girdle?"

Blake was caught by surprise and didn't know what to say.  ``I've
always wanted one.  I mean my mom has always worn girdles, and I think
that I might like them too.  Or maybe I should get some panty girdles
with attached garters for my stockings."

Blake was blushing now as Mrs.  Taylor looked quizzically at him.  She
said, ``Mrs.  O'Connor could I have a word with you?" Mrs.  O'Connor
and Mrs.  Taylor then walked a distance away where they had an animated
discussion, in which they occasionally turned and pointed toward him.
When they were done, Mrs.  Taylor came back wearing a frown on her
face.

``Young man," she suddenly said sharply.  Blake turned his head to her
instinctively and she said, ``Mrs.  O'Connor confirmed my suspicion.
While I admit that you have the appearance of a very pretty young girl
you have a lot to learn about acting like a real girl.  You are Blake
aren't you?  and that was your mother and sister who were here earlier?
I thought that something strange was going on with you.  I know I
shouldn't say this because you are clearly a very good customer of Lord
and Taylor, but I think your mother would be terribly ashamed if she
knew that you acted like a little effeminate girl as you have here
today.  All your excitement about laces and bows and pretty things is
just you acting like a princess instead of a real boy.  I think it is
shameful.  While I have great admiration for Mrs.  O'Connor, I think
she has exercised very poor judgment in this case.  I would have
certainly told your mother at the very start."

Of course Blake was crying now.  Mrs.  O'Connor tried to comfort Blake
as best as she could.  ``Mrs.  Taylor has agreed to not call your mom,
honey, so don't worry.  She did however insist on giving you this
reprimand, for which I am very sorry.  She doesn't know you as well as
the girls and I do.  You are so feminine to us that it is even funny to
think of you attempting to be a boy.  It is in your nature to be
dressed as prettily as possible and we still believe it is doing the
right thing to help you attain this."

She turned to Mrs.  Taylor:  ``See, Celeste, I told you it would make
her miserable!"

``You mean him!"

``Him, her, what's the difference?  Blake is simply a girl and needs to
be treated like one."

With that, Mrs.  O'Connor and the girls led Blake away from the
lingerie section.  ``Now we are going to go shopping for some
stockings, dresses and shoes for you, then some accessories and we'll
make sure to go to Diana's today to pick out some girdles and garter
belts for you.  Right girls?"

``Yes indeed!!" all the girls said.  ``Don't give old Mrs.  Taylor a
second thought!"