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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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 The_Girls-Only_Club___________________________________________by_Pamela__9_



9.  Chapter



On Monday, Ann gave Blake a good idea how their life together in the
same house was going to be.  Every time they were alone and even
sometimes when they were dangerously close to his mom and dad or Barry,
Ann would treat him as if he were her personal servant.  She made him
do all her household chores, straighten up her room and even made him
go into the bathroom with her while she was peeing.  His job was to rip
off some bathroom tissue to give to her, and then give her a towel to
dry her hands with after she washed them.  She made him give her a
clean pair of his underpants every day, which she wore underneath her
jeans.  Everynight he had to get the dirty pair from her to put in the
clothes hamper.  She made no attempt to talk to him about the
situation, and if ever he dared to criticise her she would think of a
new way to humiliate him.

Ann's attitude toward him was not much different than toward many of
the boys in her class.  She pushed around all the weaker ones, ignored
most of the girls and cultivated friendships with just the most
athletic boys in the class.  Blake had even heard through through other
kids that Ann regularly boasted about her control of him:  that she
ruled over him and that he had to do whatever she wished.  He always
vehemently denied this, and he dreaded the next year when she would
enter seventh grade and be in the same school as him.  Things might end
up getting out of control.  Luckily he wouldn't have to face that
situation until after the summer.


   Monday at recess, Blake told the girls what had happened to him on
Sunday and they were besides themselves with anger at Ann, Connie and
Len.  Unfortunately, they couldn't see what to do.  The only long term
solution was for Blake to become a girl and live all the time at
Kathy's house, but that was just impossible for the short term.  They
did resolve to try and spend more time with Blake after school, and to
call him up to chat more often so as to deprive Ann of the opportunity
to carry out her mean spirited ideas.

During recess, when all the club members were walking together on the
far end of the field, Kathy handed Blake a sealed envelope addressed to
Pamela, and told him to open it up.  He couldn't imagine what it would
be, and was surprised to see that it was an invitation to a wedding
shower for Beth, this coming Saturday afternoon.  It was to be a
lingerie shower and Beth's clothing measurements were listed.

``Do you know what a lingerie shower is," Kathy asked.

``Is it where each of the guests brings an item of lingerie for the
guest of honour?"

``Yes, exactly.  You see that Beth's measurements are given."

``Who's going to be there?"

``All of the girls in the club are invited, as well as about 12 girl
friends of Beth, my mom and grandmom and some other cousins.  I guess
there will be about 25 girls and women present."

``Wow, it sure sounds like fun!"

``Oh, its going to be just super.  Now you have to buy Beth some item
of lingerie to give her.  We'll leave it up to you to do your own
shopping!"

``What does Beth like?  What are you all getting her?"

``You can get her anything:  a bra, a camisole, a peignoir.  Whatever
you find really pretty!"

``We are all going to go shopping separately.  It'll be more fun to see
what each of us picked out on our own!" Janet said.

``I'll go shopping Friday afternoon right after school.  I can hardly
wait!" Blake said.

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

The next day, on Tuesday, as Blake was leaving school with the girls,
he was surprised by the sudden appearance of his mother, who had been
waiting near the entrance for him.

``Oh thank goodness I caught you before you walked home," his mom said
hurriedly as she smiled at the girls, ``today you have a doctor
appointment, and I completely forgot to mention it to you this morning!
We're due there in fifteen minutes, I've got the car parked around the
corner."

``No problem mom, I'll be with you in a second," Blake said.  Turning
to the girls he said, ``I have to go with my mom to the doctor.  I'm
glad it is today since tomorrow is our meeting!"

``Then we'll see you tomorrow in class, goodbye!" Amy said.

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

A few minutes later after Blake and his mom were driving toward the
doctor, his mom said, ``they are such nice girls.  I am glad you've
made such good friends."

``I like them a lot mom." While he was thinking about the girls, his
thoughts wandered to the fact that he wanted to be a girl also, and
then he was thinking about what would happen if his mom knew.  It
suddenly dawned on him that he was wearing a bra and panties underneath
his boys clothes.  It was almost certain the doctor would ask him to
take off his shirt to listen to his heart beat.  He broke out into a
sweat trying to figure out what to do.  It occurred to him that he
could ask to use the bathroom as soon as he got there, which would give
him the chance to remove the bra and put it in his pocket.  He could do
the same for his panties in case the doctor wanted to check his penis,
which he always did.  Of course he would then not have any underpants
on, but he could just say that he forgot to put them on that morning.
That would certainly sound ridiculous, but at least it wouldn't be too
embarrassing.

His doctor was Dr.  Norbet Peterson, who shared a practice with a
female pediatrician Dr.  Margaret Wentworth.  Dr.  Peterson tended to
see the male children, while Dr.  Wentworth concentrated on the female.

After entering the office, the receptionist greeted Blake and his mom
and signed them in.  Blake's mother said she had to do some errands and
would be back in half an hour.  After she left, in some agitation,
Blake went to the receptionist and asked if he could use the bathroom.
She told him to go right ahead.  There were several examining rooms
branching out from behind the reception area.  Those to the left were
where the girls went and the boys went to the right.  In the past,
Blake and Ann had often had appointments at the same time and they had
frequently been ushered to the back rooms with Ann going off to the
``girls territory" and Blake in the opposite direction to the ``boys."
The rooms and hallway toward the girls side were painted a light pink
shade, while the boys side had blue walls.  There were two small
bathrooms, one marked ``boys" and the other ``girls" in the corridor
between the examining rooms.

Just before he got to the boys room a young boy walked in ahead of
Blake and locked the door behind him.  Blake was forced to stand in the
corridor waiting to go in.  He noticed that the girls bathroom was not
in use, and he debated whether he could be bold enough to use it.  The
young boy seemed to be taking forever in the bathroom, and Blake was
very worried that his chance to take off his bra might slip away from
him.

In desperation he made up his mind to use the girls bathroom.  Just at
that moment, however, a girl walked up to him saying, ``hi Blake."

It was Valerie, a girl in his class.  ``Oh, hi, Valerie."

``Getting your physical exam today, also?" she asked.

``Yes."

``So am I." Valerie seemed very happy to see Blake and he felt
embarrassed to enter the girls room in front of her.  The two of them
chatted about school and visiting the doctor.  While pretending to be
casual, Blake anxiously awaited the opportunity to get into the
bathroom.  Finally, he heard a flush and then the boy fumbling with the
lock.  The door opened and Blake was ready to break off the
conversation with Valerie, when suddenly a nurse came up to him and
said, ``are you Blake?"

``Yes."

``Oh, good.  You can come back to the examining room with me." Noticing
that he was in front of the bathrooms, she said, ``can you wait a bit
before using it?  We'll need a urine sample today anyway?"

With Valerie smiling at him, he was afraid to tell the nurse he had an
emergency.  Instead he said, ``OK," said goodby to Valerie and followed
the nurse to one of the boys examining rooms down the hall.

His mind raced to find some other pretext where he could go back to the
bathroom.  Then he remembered that usually there would be a few minutes
alone in the room until the doctor came, so he would use that time to
take off his bra and panties.

``So Blake, how old are you?" the nurse said as she led him into the
room and closed the door behind them.  She was a few inches taller than
Blake, blonde with her hair pinned up over her head.  She had on a
white nurses uniform, with white stockings and white shoes.  She was a
little overweight, with a large chest and her face was a bit homely.
Blake couldn't help but see that she was wearing a white lacy slip
underneath her dress, with bra straps visible underneath the slip.

``I'm fifteen."

``So you're in eighth grade?"

``Yes." When is she going to leave he thought to himself in
desperation.  She showed no signs of leaving.

``I'm just going to do a few routine things before the doctor gets
here.  So take off your shirt and I'll take your blood pressure and
listen to your heart."

Blake froze in fear.  This had never happened to him before.  Usually
the doctor always did the blood pressure work.  The nurse was occupied
with getting out the blood pressure kit, and when she turned back to
him, he still hadn't done anything.

``Come on, honey.  Don't be shy, you've got to take off your shirt."

Blake was in a panic.

Looking at the strange expression on his face, the nurse said, ``Is
there anything the matter?  Come on take off your shirt!"

Blake resigned himself to whatever might happen and proceeded to take
off his shirt.  He gathered up the bottom and began pulling it up over
his head.  As soon as the bra was partially exposed, he heard the nurse
let out a little squeal of surprise.

``Oh, my goodness, Blake!  I hope you forgive me but this is the
funniest thing!  Since Dr.  Peterson usually sees the boy patients, I
was thinking that you were a boy.  I guess the name Blake can be both a
boys and girls name.  I'm new here and I didn't realize that Dr.
Peterson has some girl patients."

Not believing his ears, Blake said, fumbling for words, ``Oh, thats all
right, Dr.  Peterson is a friend of my dad's so I guess it's always
been the case that he sees all the kids in our family."

``Thats nice.  It was just a bit of a shock.  Now that I have a good
look at you I can see that you are a very pretty young lady."

Blake looked at himself in a mirror hanging on the opposite wall.  With
his bra, thin feminine arms and his hair just starting to grow out now,
he did seem to be feminine.

``Thats a very pretty bra you've got on," the nurse said.

``Thank you.  Its my favourite, a chantilly by Maidenform."

``Did your mom help you choose it?"

``No, I went shopping with some friends."

``I can see that you were a bit eager." The nurse reached toward
Blake's back and took the bra tag in her fingers from under the strap
so as to read the label.  ``I see that its a B cup and I'm not so sure
that you're quite up there yet!"

Blake could see in the mirror that his own very small boys breasts did
not begin to fill out the bra.

``Yes it is a bit big.  I just thought it was so pretty and we couldn't
find one in an A cup.  I guess I'm kind of jealous of my friends who
are getting more developed than me.  I hope I start to grow out soon."

``What size bra does your mom wear?"

``She's a D cup!"

``Wow, just like me and like my mom also.  I bet that you'll one day be
just like your mom.  That usually happens, at least if you look more
like her than your dad."

``Oh, I do look a lot like my mom."

``There, so there's no need to worry.  Some girls are just a bit slower
to start puberty than others.  Have you started your period yet?"

Blake nodded his head.

``No problems?"

``Oh, none."

``Do you use tampons or pads?"

``Mainly pads."

``Why is that?  Most girls your age like the tampons so they can be
more active.  Like swim and play tennis."

``I'm not very athletic, I'm afraid that I tried using the tampons and
they hurt me a bit."

``I think you probably just need someone to help you learn how to put
them in.  Did your mom show you how?"

``One time she did."

``I'll be happy to show you again.  Just pull down your jeans and I'll
go get a tampon from down the hall."

``It's all right, I really do prefer pads.  Maybe next year when I take
swimming at school I'll have to wear them and then you can show me
then."

``Its really no bother, I could show you now."

``No, its OK, thank you very much though."

``You know Blake, you are a very precious girl.  Very shy.  That's good
up to a point, but you shouldn't be afraid of too many things."

``Yes, ma'am."

``Blake, are you dating boys yet?"

Blushing, Blake said, ``a couple of times."

``Are you prepared?"

``Do you mean for sex?"

``What else!"

``Oh, I won't let them get that far!"

``Well, as you get older you might find yourself in a mood one day when
you just let the boy do what he wants.  You might not be able to say
no.  Some boys are very very insistent."

``I know what you mean.  I do feel scared of boys.  On one date, my boy
friend wanted me to touch his penis and even to put my mouth on it."

``What happened?"

``I just touched it a little with my hand and then stopped."

``I'm glad you are able to say no when you don't feel comfortable.  If
you ever get to the point where you know you are going to let a boy
insert his penis in you, then you had better insist on a condom!"

``I will."

The nurse proceeded to take Blakes blood pressure.  ``Now take off your
pants so I can weigh you just in your underwear.  It's a lot more
accurate than with clothes on."

Blake gingerly pulled down his jeans and took them off neatly, so he
was standing there in just his bra and panties.

Looking at the maxipad bulging in his panties, the nurse said, ``Oh I
see you're having your period now."

``Yes ma'am."

``And what a lovely figure you have.  So slim!  I remember when I was
your age I had a figure just like that.  Then, I started to grow
breasts and all the boys were bothering me.  Then I got married and
pregnant and then I gained the weight and never lost it."

``I think you are very attractive now."

The nurse laughed, ``you are so sweet.  You're also so lucky that you
don't seem to get any pimples or blemishes during your period."

``No ma'am, I guess I've been lucky about that."

``And its really nice that you don't wear any makeup, too.  I bet that
helps keep your complexion so nice."

While Blake stood on the scale in his underwear, the nurse weighed him
and then checked his height.  Suddenly Blake heard voices out in the
hall and Dr.  Peterson opened the door and walked in while still
talking to some one outside.  Turning around toward Blake he said,
``and how is my friend Blake?"

A look of bewilderment raced across Dr.  Peterson's face, like he might
have walked into the wrong room.  He said, ``oh, I'm sorry," and
started to turn around as if to leave.  Then he suddenly turned back
and stared straight at Blake.  ``What in tarnation is going on here?"
Nurse, why in the world is Blake standing there in a bra and panties?"

``I was just checking her weight.  Its more accurate without her pants
and blouse on."

``What do you mean her pants and blouse?"

``Who else's would they be?" the nurse said, very confused.

``I mean why in the world is Blake wearing a bra and panties?  Blake,
why are you wearing a bra and panties?"

``My mom forgot to tell me that I had a doctor appointment today, and
she picked me up from school with no warning.  I had no chance to take
off my bra before coming here.  Then I wanted to do it in the bathroom,
but someone else was using it and then the nurse came along and made me
come here."

The nurse was a picture of complete bewilderment.  ``Dr.  Peterson I
don't understand why Blake shouldn't wear her bra and panties for a
check up?  What's wrong with that?"

Dr.  Peterson looked at the nurse like she was from outer space.
``You're asking me why?" With great sarcasm he continued, ``maybe it
has something to do with the fact that only girls wear bras and
panties."

``Dr.  Peterson, I know that very well indeed" the nurse said, ``I've
been wearing bras and panties my whole life!  I've also always worn
them to the doctors office for checkups!"

Dr.  Peterson was a bright shade of scarlet.  Anger and frustration
cascaded through his face as he struggled to understand what the nurse
was saying.  Suddenly it dawned on him that the nurse thought that
Blake was a girl and he broke out into a huge smile.  ``Nurse, why
don't you take a look inside Blake's panties?"

``Dr.  Peterson, how vulgar!"

Ignoring her, Dr.  Peterson reached for the waist band of Blake's
panties and pulled them out and down.  The nurse screamed, ``oh my lord
in heaven!" while Dr.  Peterson said, ``a maxipad, how charming!
Blake, when did your mom start dressing you up like a girl?"

``It's not my mom's fault!" Blake said.  ``She doesn't know anything
about it!"

The nurse stared at Blake in utter disbelief.  ``I can't believe all
that talk about girl things!  Dr.  Peterson, you should have heard him
talk.  He seemed so feminine and knowledgeable about girl things.  When
I saw the bra I just naturally assumed he was a girl."

``It all right nurse, this is a big shock to me as well.  The last time
Blake was here, he was wearing boys clothes.  So what's the story Blake?
How come your wearing girls things.  And do really mean to say that you
wear a bra to school?"

Blake nodded his head.

``Don't you find that strange?  I mean you have all the girls in your
classes wearing bras like they are supposed to, and then there is you,
a boy, wearing one too?  I mean why don't you wear a dress like the
girls?  and pantyhose?  or maybe you do wear pantyhose.  And why in
heavens name are you wearing a maxipad?"

``Every month I have a pretend period, like the other girls do.  Please
don't tell my mom anything!  I beg you please don't tell!"

``Blake, I think your mother would really like to know about this."

``Oh no please don't.  It would be awful!"

``Well why should it be?  Then your mom could fix you up in dresses and
skirts and have your hair cut like a girls.  And probably she would
change your name to a girls name!"

``Dr.  Peterson, I think I'm really a girl and its just the way I feel.
I like wearing bras like the other girls in the class, and I wish I
could wear pantyhose also.  And I really want to wear heels.  "

``So what's the point.  You're not a girl, you don't know what its like
being a girl.  You don't have a vagina or breasts."

``But I want to try and become a real girl."

``Well, I feel sorry for you.  I think you really do need help."

Blake started to cry a little.

``Blake, I only treat male patients, and from the looks of this I don't
see how I can be of any use to you.  I think if you're going to dress
like this in public, you should be put with the girls.  If I could, I
would have you find another practice, but your dad is a good friend of
mine.  We have played golf together for 20 years.  If he knew that a
son of his was dressing like a girl, I think it would just about do him
in.  There are so many times he has told me how proud he is of you.  If
Dr.  Wentworth is willing to take you on as one of her patients, then
you can stay here in this practice.  If not, then I'm afraid we won't
be able to protect your dad from finding out."

Blake was reeling from this and began sobbing heavily.  Before turning
to leave the office, Dr.  Peterson said, ``to tell you the truth Blake,
I must admit I am ashamed of you.  I hope for your sake that Dr.
Wentworth is willing to take you on as a patient."

After a few minutes, Dr.  Wentworth entered the room accompanied by the
same nurse.  In the interim he hadn't taken off his bra or put back his
shirt; it hadn't seemed important to do so.

``You see Dr.  Wentworth, he's wearing girls underwear.  For fifteen
minutes we were talking as if he were a girl, and the whole time I had
no idea he was a boy."

Dr.  Wentworth was a petite woman about 50 years old, with slightly
greying hair which she wore relatively long and covering her ears.  ``I
see, nurse, thank you." To Blake she said, ``Blake, I'm Dr.  Wentworth
as you know.  Of course, all my patients are girls, and Dr.  Peterson
has asked me if I would be willing to take you on as a patient to save
your family the embarrassment of finding out that you are a
transvestite.  Now, I'm not willing to take you on if that is all that
you are, but I am willing to take you on as a patient if I can decide
that you are really a girl who just happens to have a penis, to put it
crudely.  So put on your shirt and let's go to the girls side.  I'll
ask you some questions when we get there."

Blake hurriedly put his shirt back on and followed her out of the room
towards the girls end of the corridor.  When he had crossed over to
where the walls were painted pink, he came face to face with Valerie.
She was just exiting the examining room to which Dr.  Wentworth was
leading him.  The top few buttons of her blouse were open and Blake
could plainly see her white bra underneath.

She acted surprised to see Blake in the girls territory.  ``Blake, what
are you doing here!  With Dr.  Wentworth!"

``Hi, Valerie," was all Blake could think of to say.  He was blushing
profusely.

Dr.  Wentworth said, ``I see you two know each other.  Valerie, Blake
has to be examined here today.  Come on in Blake."

After she, Blake and the nurse entered the room, Dr.  Wentworth closed
the door behind them.  From the expression on Valerie's face Blake was
sure that everyone in his class would know tomorrow how he had been
examined by a girls pediatrician.

Blake noticed how much prettier the examining room was here than on the
boys side.  The room was decorated with pink wallpaper with small white
flowers in a pattern.  The examining table had stirrups folded along
the side which could be set up so the girls could get their vaginas
examined.

``Sit down on the table," Dr.  Wentworth said.  Blake sat on the end of
the bench.  ``Take off your blouse and pants."

As Blake fumbled to get a hold of the bottom of his shirt he realized
that it had been only partially down his back.  In his rush to follow
Dr.  Wentworth he had not pulled it all the way down.  It then hit him
that maybe the expression on Valerie's face had more to do than with
his merely being seen by the girls doctor.  He wondered if maybe a part
of his bra had been visible.  With some anxiety he finished taking off
his shirt and pants so he was sitting in just his bra and panties.

``You know its odd, Blake, but for many years, I have been Ann's doctor
and she has often confided in me that she wishes that she was a man.
Well that can't be much of a secret, just look at her incredible
muscles!  Amazingly enough you want the exact opposite.  You pretend to
be a girl, just like she pretends to be a boy."

``Dr.  Wentworth, Ann has been so cruel to me lately!  She has become
much stronger than me and she makes me do anything she wants.  I've
been so scared to even do one little thing against her wishes, because
she'll hit me real hard, or wrestle me to the ground and hurt my arms."

``I'm sorry to hear that, I'll have to have a talk with her."

``I think she only respects very strong boys.  So she wants to ridicule
me all the time.  The other day even..." Blake suddenly stopped
thinking he better not tell this to Dr.  Wentworth.

``What happened the other day?"

``Oh nothing."

``Blake, it sounds important, you better tell me!"

``Promise you won't tell Ann any of this!"

``I promise."

``Well last Sunday when my family was away except for Ann, two of her
girl friends came over to the house and the three of them were drinking
beer."

``I am very disappointed in Ann.  She know better than that."

``Well, Dr.  Wentworth, that was the least of it.  Anyway, she and her
friends got sort of drunk and they ended up picking on me, and Ann
found out that I wear bras, I mean she ripped my shirt, sort of
accidentally and saw my bra.  I guess I wear a bra everyday day now.  I
don't feel comfortable without one.  Anyway, then Ann and her friends
raped me very hard in my bottom." Blake started to cry thinking of what
had happened.  ``I was so scared I can't tell you how much."

``How did they rape you?  With what?"

``They had strap on dildos.  They made me strap them on them, and then
they put some lotion on them and while holding me down they forced them
in my rear.  After a while they seemed to cum and they stopped.  I
guess somehow they had enough pleasure to cum.  But they really had to
push it in and out hard to get that excited, and it hurt a lot."

Dr.  Wentworth and the nurse were utterly shocked and couldn't speak.
Finally, the doctor said, ``Blake, this is very serious.  Ann and her
friends can face significant prison terms for what they did!"

``But I can't have my own sister go to prison!" Blake said emotionally.

``I understand Blake, but this is very bad.  We have to find out some
sort of solution to this problem.  Anyway, I should at least look to
see if she did any damage to you.  Pull down your panties, and don't be
afraid.  We're here to help you!"

``Oh, you poor dear," the nurse said.  With all of Blake's revelations
she had slowly warmed to him, and was no longer angry for his earlier
deception.  She and Dr.  Wentworth pulled the stirrups into position.

``Lie down on the table and put your legs up with your feet in the
stirrups." Blake did as he was told.  He was now wearing just his bra
and lay on his back on the table with his feet up.  Dr.  Wentworth and
the nurse spread apart the cheeks of his bottom and raised up his small
penis to examine his bottom hole.  Dr.  Wentworth put on a disposable
rubber glove and said, ``I see some evidence of where you were cut.
I'm going to be touching it very gently and I want you tell to me if it
hurts."

``Yes, ma'am."

Dr.  Wentworth put some lubricating jelly on the index finger of the
glove and began to gently probe Blake's bottom.  At first she touched
outside, and he said it hurt just a little at the location of the
biggest scar.  Then she said, ``I want to make sure that nothing inside
got hurt," She then proceeded to slowly insert her finger up his anus
and feel around.  He could feel the nurses strong hands holding his
rear end and the doctors left hand gently hold one cheek to get
leverage as she moved her finger in further and further.  Her finger
felt around along his prostrate and then around the wall of his
intestine.  After a minute she withdrew it slowly.  ``I need to get in
a bit further," she said as she put some lubricant now on her middle
finger and once again she inserted it slowly up his rectum and moved it
around in all directions.

After a minute or two she said ``It seems to be all right inside there,
you're lucky!"

The nurse said, ``I was so mad at Blake for tricking me, but I see now
that he really is a dear."

Blake blushed at the compliment.

``I didn't want to lie, but I was so scared.  I still am, I'm afraid
that you might tell my mom."

``So tell me Blake," Dr.  Wentworth interjected, ``do you have a girls
name?"

``Yes, its Pamela."

``How pretty!  If you don't mind I'll call you Pamela from now on.  You
can pull up your panties now." The doctor noticed his pad and said
jokingly, ``You're having a period now?"

``She has a pretend period, can you believe it?" the nurse said.

``My oh my, I don't know any girls who actually want to have periods,
and you, who doesn't have one, likes to pretend that they do!"

``My girl friends have all been having their periods now and I wanted
to have my pretend period at the same time as theirs.  It makes me feel
closer to them."

``Who are your friends?"

``There are six of us girls and we are all part of a club called the
Girls-Only Club.  You see only girls are allowed in it."

``But.."

``Oh, well actually, the girls said I could join as long as I dressed
as a girl.  But they could tell that I wanted to dress as one anyway,
so I fit right in."

``How did they know that you wanted to wear dresses."

``Well, I saw my friend Kathy's dress that she is going to wear to her
sisters wedding, and I thought it was so wonderfully pretty, and the
girls realized that I probably was as excited about the dress as they
were, maybe even more so!  So then they said I could join and I have
never been so happy as I am now!"

The nurse laughed.  ``What other clothes do you have?"

``I have lots of things.  My friends helped me shop one day.  I got to
pick out a whole bunch of bras, panties and stockings.  And I have some
skirts and pretty dresses and some blouses and heels."

``Wow, sounds like you are all set!"

``They even bought me as a special present, the most pretty pink
nightie!"

``OK, Blake or Pamela," Dr.  Wentworth said, ``I think we can all agree
that you are very serious about being a girl.  But I wonder if you have
really thought through all the implications of what you are doing."

``What do you mean Dr.  Wentworth?"

``Pamela, I think you have three choices for your future if you are
absolutely certain that you will not try and live as a normal man.  You
may not find any of these three to your liking, however."

``What are they?" Blake sounded worried.

``The first choice is you could try and become fully a girl.  I mean
you would have to have an operation that could remove your penis and
give you a vagina instead.  Nowadays, this surgery is pretty safe and
will give you a very nice looking vagina."

``I would love to have a vagina!" Blake said excitedly.

`` The earlier you do this better since it could be possible to stop
your male development where it is now which is barely pubescent.  This
means that after some hormone treatments you'll look extremely
feminine."

``Wow that would be great!"

``I said your vagina would look nice, however in some cases the new
girls don't get very good sexual feelings ever again.  That is a big
risk."

``I see," Blake said sounding suddenly depressed.

``Of course you could have sexual intercourse with men or women for
that matter; your vagina would function in this sense but you could not
have babies!  You have to ask yourself if your are willing to risk
being a girl who can't have sexual feeling, or a boy who definitely
can?  Though if you are lucky, and some are very lucky, you could get
both."

``What are the two other alternatives you mentioned?

``If you don't get the operation, you could still take the hormones and
so forth.  These alone will give you breasts about two cup sizes
smaller than your mom.  Since she is a D you would be a B cup which as
you know is quite substantial.  You could have all your hair
permanently removed off your legs and chest.  Judging by your graceful
figure, you would be a very pretty girl who happens to have a penis!
Of course, all those female hormones could make you impotent!"

``As long as you have your penis, you could find a woman to marry who
might want you to be her husband or wife.  With her you could have
children and a family I suppose, though once they hit adolescence they
might become pretty upset about you being a sort of half man half
woman.  You could also be a woman for a gay man, sort of his wife.  The
final choice is for you not to take any hormones or anything, but just
to live as a man who dresses up as a female.  You would have full use
of your sexuality - it wouldn't be hurt in anyway.  Once again, either
a man or a woman might be attracted to you."

``I could get breasts from surgery couldn't I?"

``Yes, that is true, I hadn't thought of that.  Only you know inside
which of these ways of living you would eventually be happiest with."

``I guess right now, I have been thinking that I would want to date
boys and maybe I would fall in love with one of them.  Just like my
girl friends think about boys.  But I guess I don't really know for
sure.  I really appreciate you talking to me about these things, and I
can't thank you enough for agreeing to be my doctor."

Dr.  Wentworth was so moved that she gave Blake a hug.  ``If you have
any problems don't hesitate to come by here.  I will make sure that
your secret is kept by the staff and that your mom does not find out."

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

The next day in the school yard during recess, while Blake and the
girls were walking together in their usual fashion, Valerie came up to
the group and said, ``did you girls know what I saw yesterday?"

``No, what?" said Amy.

``Yesterday at the doctor's office, I ran into Blake, and the most
amazing thing was that he was being seen by the girls pediatrician and
not the boys."

``Valerie, that was only because of a special condition I have," Blake
said.

``Blake already told us about that Valerie," Karen added.

``Well, I think I know what your special condition is Blake.  While Dr.
Wentworth was leading you to the examining room, you didn't quite have
your shirt all the way down, and I'm sure that I saw a bra strap
peeking out!"

``Valerie!" Blake said, ``you don't know what you're talking about!"

``Oh yeah, Blake?  I'm positive you were wearing a bra.  Can you
imagine that?  Blake was wearing a bra!"

``Valerie, why in the world would Blake be wearing a bra?" Janet said.

``That's what I'd like to know!  Blake, tell us all why you were
wearing a bra!" Valerie said.

``Valerie, I was not wearing a bra!"

``Bullshit Blake!" Valerie walked up to Blake and looked at him
angrily.  ``Tell me the truth, or I'll tell all the kids!"

``Valerie," Amy interjected, ``don't be so mean to Blake.  If you
promise to be nice to Blake, we'll let you in on some secrets."

``Look, I don't want to hurt Blake, but seeing as you all spend so much
time with him, it occurred to me that maybe Blake has sort of become a
girl and is wearing bras all the time.  I couldn't resist finding out
if what I saw yesterday was really true."

``OK, Valerie, we're going to trust that you can keep a secret," Amy
said.  The girls nodded in agreement to her and she continued, ``All of
us girls know that Blake wears bras.  Its no secret to us, but we
promised Blake that we wouldn't tell the other kids."

``See, I knew I wasn't imagining it!"

``I'm sorry Valerie, I didn't want to lie but I'm afraid that you might
tell everyone."

``I won't tell Blake, I've always liked you.  Somehow it doesn't really
seem so surprising to me that your wear bras."

``Blake wears a lot more than just bras.  We helped buy him a whole
very pretty wardrobe," Karen added.

``Wow.  I'd love to see you all dressed up Blake!"

``Someday I'll meet you all dressed up and we can go somewhere together
as your girl friend," Blake said.

``That'll be great!"

After Valerie left, Amy said, ``well, I'm sure every girl in the class
is going to know sooner or later that you dress up.  Valerie could
never keep a secret like that!

``Lets just hope that none of the girls in the class tell any of the
boys!" Penny said, and they all nodded their heads in agreement.

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

On Friday afternoon Blake accompanied Kathy home to her house so that
he could change into Pamela for his solo trip to buy Beth a present for
her wedding shower.  He was very happy that Kathy and Mrs.  O'Connor
were home to give him encouragement before his big adventure, since he
was very scared about going all the way across town by himself dressed
as Pamela.

With their help he picked out a white short sleeved blouse and red
skirt from his wardrobe and got dressed in Kathy's room.  He had
learned at Wednesday's meeting that he could use the breast forms
without gluing them in, as long as he wasn't planning to take his bra
off.  That simplified his preparations a lot.  He decided to wear one
of his girdles with stockings since he was going to be going to Diana's
shop to buy his gift, and she would probably ask him how he like the
ones he had bought there.  He would then be in the happy position to
tell her that he was wearing one of them.  In fact he decided to wear
his prettiest girdle, the pink lacy one from France.

He was getting to be adept at putting on his wig and makeup and within
a short time he had it all on perfectly.  He then got his purse and
shoes, and Kathy and Mrs.  O'Connor accompanied him to the front door
to wish him luck.

``I'm so nervous," Blake confided.

``Don't you worry you poor dear," Mrs.  O'Conor said affectionately,
``I am sure you will do very well."

``I hope I don't run into any boys!"

``Just remember Pamela, you don't have to even acknowledge their
presence if they try and talk to you.  Without an introduction, they
are being very rude to you, and you don't have to worry about being
rude in return," Kathy said.

``Just don't give them any encouragement," Mrs.  O'Connor added.

``Okay, and thank you both.  I am so excited about the shower tomorrow
and I really want to find Beth a pretty present."

``Bye, bye," Kathy and Mrs.  O'Connor said, and Blake was off by
himself for the very first time as Pamela.  He walked carefully along
the side walk out to the avenue to get the bus which would take him to
a stop very close to Diana's Bra and Girdle Shop.  It was a lovely
sunny afternoon and he felt very pretty and alive and his heart ached
with happiness.  He smiled at an old man mowing his lawn and the man
smiled back graciously.  It was so nice to be feminine; as a boy he
could never have smiled at the old man.

Luckily, a bus came along after a short wait, and Blake climbed the
high steps into it and put his coins in the fare slot.  The driver
accelerated the bus before he got to a seat and he daintily struggled
to maintain his balance.  Finally, he got himself seated next to a tall
businessman, making sure to arrange his skirt properly.  He placed his
hands in his lap holding his purse and looked down past his protruding
chest at his own pink polished finger nails.  He had the strongest
sense the man next to him was staring at him.  Stealing a glance to the
side he saw that the man was surreptitiously admiring Blake.  He broke
out into a big smile to himself.  ``I must really be pretty he thought.

The bus ride was just a couple of miles and Blake disembarked at his
stop and walked two more blocks down a side street to Diana's shop.
Upon entering he was greeted by Brenda, who was engaged in sorting and
tagging a collection of girdles which was being readied for display.
``Hi, Pamela!  Its so nice to see you again so soon!"

``Thank you, Brenda, its great to be back at my favourite shop!" Both
Blake and Brenda laughed at this.

``How are your girdles?  I hope you aren't having any problems with
them," Brenda said.

``Oh, no, I just love them so much.  Today I'm wearing the really
pretty French one.  Its just so comfortable."

``Let me take a look," Brenda said, and she walked over to Blake, who
raised his skirt and slip to show her.

``Yes it is very pretty on you, Pamela.  So what can I do for you
today?"

``Well I'm here actually to buy a present for someone who is having a
lingerie shower.  Its Kathy's sister Beth.  She's about 21 years old,
and very very beautiful.  I want to get her something really pretty for
her shower."

``What did you have in mind?  A girdle maybe?"

``Well, I suppose that wouldn't be a good idea.  I don't think she is
the type to wear a girdle.  I mean I guess they are kind of old
fashioned and mainly only older women like them." Thinking that this
might be an insult to Brenda he hurried on to say, ``but of course not
all young girls hate them, I mean I just love them.  I mean I think
Beth is really very modern." Blake was all tongue tied.

``It's OK Pamela, its true what you're saying.  We don't sell very many
girdles to young girls or women.  Mainly some panty girdles but not the
more elaborate girdles and corsets.  But we have a lot of other nice
things here and I'm sure that you can choose something that Beth will
really treasure."

The two of them walked around the shop considering various options.
Finally, Blake decided on a red, velvet flocked teddy with a lace-up
bodice.  underwire cups and slim adjustable straps.  It had fabulous
decolletage and would surely look exquisite on Beth, considering her
very large bust.  They joked that poor Brad would cum in his pants the
moment he saw Beth dressed in it.

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

After he left the shop, Blake slowly walked toward the bus stop.  He
didn't want this perfect afternoon to end.  When he got there he sat
down at a bench to await the next bus.  Out of the corner of his eye he
noticed someone approaching him and then he heard a familiar voice say,
``Hi, Pamela, fancy meeting you here!"

It was Clifford, who had obviously remembered Pamela's name from their
previous meeting at the mall.  Blake was mortified, and not just
because he was worried that Clifford would figure out he was Blake.  He
remembered distinctly Clifford's boast that one day he would get his
hands inside of Pamelas bra, and Blake was scared to death that he
wouldn't be able to stop that from happening.

``Don't you remember me?  Clifford, at the mall the other day?"

``Oh, hello Clifford," Blake said with faint enthusiasm.

``Mind if I sit down here?"

Blake shook his head no, and Clifford sat down, a bit too close, Blake
thought to himself.

``Beautiful day isn't it?"

``Yes, Clifford."

``What are you doing here?"

``I went shopping."

``For what?"

``I had to buy a present for Beth's wedding shower."

``What did you get her?"

``Oh, you really don't want to know!"

``Why not?"

``Its a lingerie shower!"

``I see what you mean.  Its just some girls stuff."

``Yes."

``Pamela."

``What?"

``I think you are very pretty."

Blake blushed and said, ``thank you Clifford." Clifford was looking
intently at Blake, who had to force himself to make eye contact.  As
soon as he did so, he felt a pang in his heart as he realized that
Clifford's eyes were really quite attractive and that he had a kind of
jaunty handsomeness that was thrilling to be near.  Clifford, holding
his eyes fixed on Blake, smiled, showing his white teeth.  It was clear
that Clifford understood the power of his smile and Blake felt himself
being taken in by it.  It was so hard to understand that this was the
same Clifford who at school was nasty and dumb all the time.

``Pamela, where do you live?  I haven't been able to get any
information from anybody about that.  Its really puzzling."

``I'm sorry Clifford, I can't really tell you that.  My mom doesn't
want me dating any boys and I'm not allowed to give out my address or
phone number."

``That's too bad," Clifford said, ``so I guess we have to make the best
of whatever situations we can get."

``What do you mean?"

``Well here we are on a beautiful day, alone together, and you are very
pretty."

Clifford's charm was intense, and Blake found himself becoming more and
more attracted to him in a totally new and frightening way.  He started
to ask himself, ``what does Pamela want?" and then he realized that he
had the freedom to act like Pamela, he didn't have to be Blake
pretending to be Pamela.  As `Pamela' he knew that he really wanted to
be sitting there with Clifford.

Clifford started to slide over across the bench toward Blake.  Blake's
heart beat excitedly and he looked coyly up towards Clifford, who was
still looking at him intently.  After their eyes met again, Blake
looked down again.

He felt Cliffords hip push against his skirt, and then he realized that
he was being encircled by Cliffords right arm.  Clifford was in
control, he just had to sit there and wait for Clifford to do whatever
he wanted with him.  His heart raced even harder as he felt the
increasing pressure of Cliffords presence around him.  He was now
completely in his embrace.  He felt soft and compliant and protected.
Clifford said, ``Pamela, you're so pretty." The words caused a
fluttering excitement to go up his spine.

Blake turned his head sideways and looked directly at Clifford.  He
could see Clifford's mouth approaching, slightly parted, with his
tongue just waiting inside.  Cliffords strong arm gripped his shoulder
a bit more tightly and moved him closer toward him.  Clifford used his
left hand to gently touch Blake on the chin and steer his mouth toward
his own.  Blake mumbled, ``Oh, Clifford, I barely know you," and then
more softly again, ``Clifford, we shouldn't, my mother..." He was
silenced by Cliffords lips touching his own and then landing firmly
upon his, and he felt himself returning the kiss.  He felt small and
soft and contained by Cliffords hard masculine body.  Cliffords tongue
parted his lips and Blake closed his eyes and found himself spiralling
around Cliffords tongue in a long slow kiss.

When the kiss ended, Blake waited for Clifford to make the next move.
``You have such nice lips, Pamela,"

``Please kiss me again," Blake found himself saying this and Clifford
bore down again in a very long kiss.  When he was done, they sat there
for a few minutes and Clifford said, ``that was very nice Pamela."

Blake smiled at him.  Up the block he saw his bus coming and said,
``I've got to catch my bus.  My mom will kill me if I'm late!"

``When will I see you again?"

``I don't know," and Blake took his package and got up to board the
bus.  Turning to Clifford, he said, ``I'll call you sometime when my
mom is not home." Blake took a seat against the window, and Clifford
waved to him as the bus took off down the road.