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The Girls-Only Club
by Pamela
1. Chapter
At lunchtime recess one day in late spring, Blake casually strolled to
a large garden of rose bushes planted on the far side of the school
yard. The other eighth grade boys normally never went there: rather
they hung out near the school building playing ball games or else
huddled together in noisy groups teasing each other and roughhousing as
boys are wont to do. Normally Blake would be with them, but this day
he was tired of the nasty putdowns and teasing from the other boys.
This had become a problem lately; ever since Mr. Grady the science
teacher had pointed out to the whole class how well Blake had done on
his science fair project. In fact, Blake had been a state runnerup
that year. Some of the rougher boys in the class had taken to
threatening and taunting him, calling him a `snob' and a `nerd'. It
felt like a good idea to cool things with the guys for a while, so he
had decided to walk over to the opposite side of the school yard away
from everyone else.
Finding the rose bushes had been somewhat of an accident, but he found
himself attracted to them and had walked over to inspect them closely.
He was amazed at the many different colors of the flowers and the
strong smells. He leaned over at one flower on each one of the
different varieties of roses and sniffed deeply. The scents were so
intoxicating that he was startled back to conciousness by the sudden
sound of Clifford yelling at him: ``Look at the sissy boy smelling the
flowers! What a little girl!"
At this, Blake noticed that the whole group of boys he normally hung
out with were grouped around him laughing at him and making other nasty
comments. He blushed deeply and tried to say he just liked the smell
of the roses, but the guys were really into ragging on him, and the
more he said the more they teased him. Blake felt tears welling up in
his eyes and he did the best he could to supress them from becoming
visible. Unfortunately Clifford and another particularly tough guy,
Roy, saw the gleam in his eyes and started to then also call him a cry
baby. Roy began shoving Blake, which Blake couldn't do anything about
since Roy could easily beat him up if he gave him an excuse to do so.
While this was going on, a group of 5 of the girls in their class came
up to the boys and started yelling at Roy and Clifford and the other
boys to leave poor Blake alone. Karen, who was widely acknowledge to
be the prettiest girl in the eighth grade, scolded the boys. ``We saw
everything. You boys are just awful and viscious. All Blake did was
admire the beautiful pretty roses which if you had any brains or
maturity like he does, then you would enjoy them too." At this the
girls surrounded Blake and began sniffing the roses also.
While some of the boys were silenced by Karen, since they all at one
time or another had fantasized about dating her, Clifford continued on
now saying, ``Just like I said, Blake is one of the girls now. What a
cute little fairy sissy boy. I bet tomorrow he comes to school in a
dress." The boys fell down laughing at this one and Blake was so angry
and upset he didn't know what to do. He was afraid to leave the girls
since as long as Karen was there he felt safe. Yet as long as he let
the girls protect him he was inviting many more days of teasing from
the guys.
One of the other girls, Amy, spoke up loudly, ``Clifford and Roy and
the rest of you are just so impossible. Just leave Blake alone.
Before any of you dare to touch him, you will have to contend with me
first." At this, Amy bared her long sharp nails, as if daring anyone to
come forward and attack. Amy was a bit tall as a girl, but very
athletic with a trim lithe body and a full set of rounded breasts which
were shown off by a tight fitting tee shirt.
Blake winced at this, since it was now clear he didn't have the courage
to do what the girls could do. Amy, who was just the same height as
him and perhaps a bit lighter was not afraid to stand up and defend
him.
Luckily, just at that moment the bell sounded signaling the end of
recess and the boys turned to go away. However, Clifford got the last
word saying: ``after school Blake you won't have your other girls to
protect you." Blake gulped in fear as he walked slowly back to the
school building surrounded by the five girls. Once the boys were out
of earshot, Karen said to Kathy and Janet who were next to her, ``we
have to do something to protect Blake this afternoon. We can't let
those dumb boys beat him up, for such a stupid reason."
Kathy and the other girls all agreed. Kathy then said, ``well why not
have Blake go with us after school today. We were all planning to get
together at my house anyway for our weekly meeting."
``Well, I guess he could come for at least a little time, until our
meeting starts," added Karen.
Blake had overheard this exchange and said, ``That's very kind of you,
but what meeting are you referring to. I dont want to intrude."
``Today is our meeting of the `Girls-Only Club," Karen said, ``which is
a name we give to the five of us. We meet each week at Kathy's house
to talk about all kinds of things: some girl things but also music and
art, you know.
``Oh, then I really am out of place there."
``Don't worry. The meeting usually doesn't start until 4 o'clock. By
then you could safely go home."
``I can't thank you all enough!" Blake exlclaimed. But then added,
``but how can you stand me, if you are not afraid of the guys and I am.
I mean, Amy wasn't afraid to fight Clifford or Roy and I was."
At this a new burst of tears started from his eyes. Karen and the
other girls stopped a minute and surrounded Blake, patting him gently
on the shoulders. ``Now listen, Blake," Kathy said, ``we think its OK
if some boys are not as strong as some girls. You have other talents
which are nice, and we accept you for that."
Hearing this comforted Blake tremendously and he suddenly felt excited
about the chance to play a little with such nice girls after school.
He really believed that they would protect him without also looking
down on him and that was what mattered most. When he reached the
building, he excitedly ran ahead to the classroom. The boys wouldn't
dare start a fight near one of the teachers. He couldn't believe how
nice the girls were, and that Karen and the other girls, Kathy, Janet,
Amy and Penny, who were also among the prettiest in the whole school,
would take the time to be nice to him. He had always thought the girls
more mature than the guys, and this was a good lesson on how true that
was.
*******************************
At the end of the school day, as Blake foresaw, the guys had assembled
across the street from the school entrance to await his exit. But the
girls had also held to their promise to protect him, so after a brief
scene in which he was teased anew by Clifford and Roy, and even some of
the smaller kids pushed him a little, the guys left to go play
baseball. The guys could have gotten him if they really wanted, but
they didn't want to do something to get on the bad side of Karen, Kathy
and the other girls. In fact, most of the guys would have liked
nothing better than to go steady with anyone of the five girls; each
being cute and pretty in their own way. One of the main topics of
conversation of the guys had always been to try to figure out ways for
one of them to get a date with one of the girls so that they could
`feel her up.' In fact, there had been some dating, and some claims
that they had gotten sex off of the girls, but most of the guys just
assumed that this was fantasy.
The five girls walked along toward Kathy's house with Blake trailing
behind. They talked rapidly and excitedly about all kinds of things
that Blake didn't know much about: who other girls were dating, some
new songs they just heard on the radio, things going on at the mall and
so forth. He felt more and more out of place, and finally said to
them: ``look, the guys have all gone away to play ball, maybe I should
just go home since I am sure I can get there safely now."
Kathy spoke up immediately and said, ``we won't hear of that. The boys
could be lurking anywhere to gang up on you. In fact, look down the
street there." She pointed up the block behind them, and Blake could
see a couple of boys standing looking toward their direction. ``I
think they are spying on us. You come along with us to Kathy's house
like we planned, and we'll send you on home at 4."
It looked like Kathy was right, so Blake agreed to the plan, and
contented himself to walk along behind the girls as they went the
remaining few blocks to Kathy's house.
When they arrived there, Mrs. O'Connor, Kathy's mom, had cookies and
milk waiting for the girls on the kitchen table. She was surprised to
see Blake, but after hearing what had happened with the boys, she
commended the girls on their good deed, and made Blake feel very much
welcome in the house. She poured him a glass of milk also, and offered
him some cookies. When the girls and Blake were done eating they went
upstairs to Kathy's large bedroom suite. Blake was impressed by the
lovely feminine decor which included two love seats, a sofa, a large
bed with a white and pink bedspread, light blue wall paper with little
pink flowers. On one wall was a large color photograph of some
unbelievably muscular body builder posed with his huge biceps sticking
out. He wore just a little speedo bathing suit which barely hid what
appeared to be a huge member inside. Apart from this, there were no
other bows to the popular culture.
Two of the girls sat down on the sofa, two on one of the love seats and
Kathy on the other. This left Blake standing awkwardly until Kathy
told him to not be shy and sit down next to her. Kathy had on a
flairing light blue skirt which spread out a bit on the seat so that
when Blake sat down it was gently touching his pants leg. The girls
were smiling and quite excited with their feeling of accomplishment for
how they had handled the events of the afternoon.
``I can't believe how dumb those stupid boys are," said Penny. She was
the quietest of the girls, and known in the classroom for being very
smart. ``What are they trying to prove by picking on someone who they
obviously could beat up. Clifford or Roy ought to fight each other,
then that would be a contest. I have always enjoyed your contributions
in class Blake. You should be very proud of your accomplishments and
certainly you should enjoy the roses anytime you want!"
The girls laughed at this and Amy said, ``Look Penny you made Blake
blush!"
Blake hid his face in his hands while laughing and then everyone
laughed anew very hard.
Karen finally said, ``As we have discussed many times together, the
boys have only one thing on their stupid minds which seems to be to try
and feel us up or go even further! Never anything about our
personalities or thoughts in our heads. The only exception, Blake, has
been you! In fact, at last week's meeting we had been talking about
how we wish all the boys could be like you."
Blake felt a deep joy in his heart. No matter what, whether he was to
wake up tommorrow and find that this was all a dream, at least for just
this one precious afternoon, he felt like he belonged. He said, after
some hesitation, ``I really like you girls, and I am so happy that I
got to play with you today."
At this, Karen got up and walked over and gave Blake a kiss on the
cheek. She kneeled down in front of him and put her hands on his
shoulders and looked into his eyes and said. ``Blake, we really like
you too, and we hope that you will play with us many times more. From
now on, let us never think again about those ugly boys out there and
let us all just have fun togther now!"
All the girls shouted their agreement, and then they all began talking
together about different things. They enjoyed hearing Blake's thoughts
about many topics, such as opera, of which he was a big fan and
especially ballet. When he was older he planned to take lessons, but
not now, since his mom and dad couldn't really afford it and he wasn't
too sure that they would accept it either. He wasn't gay! but he
thought that they wouldn't understand his love for the beautiful
graceful motions of the dancers and wanting to do it himself.
******************************
It was approaching 4 0'clock and the girls were talking about the
upcoming wedding of Kathy's sister, Beth. In fact, Beth was engaged to
the hunk whose picture hung on the wall, which thus explained the
incongruity of this photo with the other decor. The girls in the club
were to be bridemaids at the wedding and the past weekend they had gone
to a shop to be fitted for their gowns. Kathy was very excited because
her gown had been the first to be finished and her mom had brought it
home the previous afternoon. Janet and Amy together said, ``Oh, Kathy
show it to us!"
Kathy got up to go to her mothers room to get the dress to show the
girls. While she was gone, Blake started to feel like he was intruding
again. After all, the wedding concerned just the girls. Being very
concious of the time, and thinking that they might be too polite to
tell him to leave, he said, ``Well I guess it is 4 and I don't want to
get in the way of your meeting." The girls appeared to have not heard
him, and he was just about to repeat this when when just that second,
Kathy came running back in the room carryling a large box. She put it
down on her bed, and opened it up taking out a beautiful ruffly pink
and white dress, covered with little pink lace flowers and a wide white
skirt, underneath which was many layers of soft pink crinolines.
Totally taken by surprise, Blake let out an audible gasp of excitement,
and then before he knew what he was saying said, ``How wonderfully
pretty and exciting your dress is Kathy! Oh its just marvelous, I
can't believe how pretty and gorgeous it is! Oh God, I just love it!
I think it is just so nice and you are so lucky to get to wear it!"
Kathy beamed at Blake, and the other girls fell silent and took in the
moment. Once again Blake was blushing as he realized how excited he
had become over a dress. Oh, oh, he thought, boys should not be so
taken in by dresses, and they are going to think I am a sissy. Feeling
embarassed, he quickly stood up and began walking to the door. ``Its
just now 4 O'clock, and I really ought to be going so you girls can get
on with your meeting."
Janet said, ``Blake! It's OK to like the dress! We all do, too! You
should have seen us at the store, we all fell instantly in love with
it, just like you did! Please don't be embarassed, and pleae sit down
and stay a bit longer."
Blake didn't know what to do and so he carefully retook his seat on the
sofa.
Karen said, ``I think Blake is right. It is about time we started our
club meeting. However, as president of the Girls-Only Club I know I am
speaking on behalf of everyone, when I say that we need to do some
serious thinking about how we can fit you into the club also!" All the
girls loudly clapped their hands in agreement and Blake was taken by
surprise.
``Of course you realize that the ``Girls-Only Club" is, as its name
implies, for girls only. We set up the club this way mainly because we
really couldn't stand the immaturity of boys, who can never talk
intelligently about any subject, and only care about our bodies. You,
on the other hand, are so different, that we can really see that it
would be a great benefit to the club to have you as a member. The
discussions at our meetings would be ever so much more interesting!
Unfortunately, however, rules are rules, and the charter of our club
strictly requires that only girls can be in the club. However, I would
like you to answer just one question for us right now."
Blake nodded in agreement, ''Sure."
``Pretending that we didn't have the girls-only rule, would you want to
join the club?" Karen said slowly.
Without hesitation, Blake said, ``Oh, would I! It would be the most
wonderful thing that could happen to me!"
Upon hearing this, the girls whispered among themselves for a second
and finally Amy said, ``We would like to discuss some things amongst us
club members. Could you wait downstairs, until we call for you? It
shouldn't be more than 15 minutes or so. Maybe we can find some sort
of way to make us all happy!"
Blake agreed, and feeling truly elated walked out of the room closing
the door behind him. He couldn't imagine what the girls would be
discussing, but he hoped more that he had thought possible to be given
the chance to join the club.
**************************************
Blake nervously walked downstairs to sit in the living room while
awaiting the girls. He never would have imagined when this day began
that he would be a guest in Kathy O'Connors house and playing with the
most attractive group of girls in the school.
When he got downstairs he walked into the living room and found Mrs.
O'Connor sitting there. She greeted him warmly and said, ``On your way
home now? Do you think it will be safe? I could drive you if you are
afraid."
Blake shyly said, ``Oh, no maam, I think I can get home OK. But
actually, I'm not yet leaving. The girls are upstairs having some
discussion and when they are done, I can go up again."
Mrs. O"commor put on a puzzled expression. Blake observed that she
was a strikingly attractive women. About 45 with long blonde hair.
She was wearing a simple A-Line dress which gracefully reflected her
curves. As she sat in the chair with her legs crossed, he saw that she
was wearing stockings and high heeled shoes. She said, ``well why
don't you sit down and chat with me until the girls are ready? Come
sit over here." She indicated a spot near her on the sofa. As he sat
down, Blake noted the gentle fragance of her perfume and felt somewhat
overwhelmed by the intensity of her womanly presence. ``So what is it
the girls are discussing without you?"
``Something to do with maybe allowing me into their club."
``Oh thats strange, I thought they called it the `Girls-Only Club'?"
``Yes, that is the problem they are working on." Blake realized that
this sounded awkward but didn't know what else to say.
``Well? Mrs. Oconnor asked showing genuine curiosity.
``Oh, you mean why would a boy want to join?", Blake suddenly felt very
embarassed, and started to stammer, ``I,I,I,I,I, " and couldn't find
any words.
Mrs. Oconnor, smiled at him, ``Those girls are quite a group!"
Blake felt inadequate and confused. What did Mrs. OConnor mean by
this remark?
Luckily, just then the phone rang and Mrs. O'Connor got up to answer
it. She came back after a few minutes and said, ``It was the florist
for Beth's wedding. Endless details and problems. But well worth it I
guess, since Beth is so happy."
Blake said, ``Oh, I saw the picture of her boyfriend in Kathy's room"
``Oh that funny thing. Isn't it silly of him to be posed like Arnold
Swartzenneger. Those muscles are something else, aren't they!"
Blake looked down at his lap and tried to smile. His arms were thin
and graceful, with barely any bulge if he flexed them. He told himself
he would have to get a weight set and see if he could develop some
muscles like Brad had.
Mrs. O'Connor seemed to read what was on his mind. ``Not all girls
like those big bulging muscles on a guy. But you know that Beth, being
a beauty queen and even winning some pagents over the years, she fits
in well with a ruggedly handsome man. They make such a beautiful
couple together." She reached over and took a framed picture off a
table and handed it to Blake to see. In it was a color picture of Beth
and Brad at the beach. Brad in his little speedo was standing holding
up a surf board on one side, while on the other was an extraordinarily
voluptuous women in a tiny little pink bikini, holding onto to Brad.
Her huge shapely breasts were barely contained in the bra top.
Blake said, ``Wow, is she beautiful." And after a moment, ``I mean just
like you and Karen."
Mrs. O'Connor laughed at this, saying, ``Why thank you. I guess all
the ladies in our family are nice looking. It is so kind of you to say
that I still have attractions."
Blake found himself blushing once again.
``Here, let me give you a little kiss for being so nice. Come closer."
Mrs. O'Connor indicated that he should slide right next to her on the
sofa so she could give him a kiss. He slowly moved closer and she put
her arm around him and drew him up to her body. She looked a second in
his eyes and then gave him a little kiss on the cheek. Blake felt his
chest against her breasts and his arm touching her dress. He couldn't
believe how happy he felt. When she released him, he was sitting very
tightly against her and felt the warmth of her body.
``You are such a dear. Such a fine young man and I am glad that Kathy
has found you as a new friend."
She sat there looking a bit wistfull. After a long pause in which
Blake felt close to tears of happiness, she said, ``Having two
daughters, I always wished to have had a son. A son who would be
genteel and kind. like you are. You know, before my husband died
suddenly on the plane crash, we had talked about having another child,
mainly to see what a boy would be like."
``I didn't know Kathy's dad had died. I am sorry."
``It was many years ago now. I'm sorry to have brought up the subject.
Now let me tell you about the big wedding!"
``When is it?" Blake asked.
``It's three weeks from this Saturday. There will be about 200 guests
and it will be held at the old Episcopal church on Main Street. The
wedding party is at the country club. We have 6 brides maids: the
Girls-Only Club members plus Brad's young cousin from Minneapolis."
``Wow. It sounds great."
``Yes, everyone is going to look splendid. Beth bought the most
exquisite gown and all the brides maids have very pretty dresses."
``Yes I saw one upstairs."
``Oh, yes Karthyand the girls are very excited about wearing the
dresses together. It was so much silly fun and confusion down at the
dress shop buying them."
Blake and Mrs. O'Connor turned their heads when they heard the foot
steps of Kathy coming down the stairs. She came into the living room
and said, ``Well you two look really comfy. I'm glad you have become
friends, because I am hoping that we will be seeing a lot of Blake!
Anyway, Mom, can we borrow him for a moment since the club has some
important business to discuss with him!
``Blake, I do hope to see you again. Now run along and take care of
this mysterious business with the girls!"
Blake thanked Mrs. O'Connor profusely for their chat and went with
Karen up the stairs to her room.
***********************
When he entered Kathy's bedroom the girls had left a seat for him on
the central loveseat so that he was in the middle of them. In contrast
to before, the girls were not smiling. Blake felt a burning in his
heart and some trepedation as to what they might say. After he sat
down, Karen, who was seated next to him began to speak.
``Blake. The Girls-Only Club has had a very serious discussion about
the question of your membership in the club. First, I am happy to
report that there was a unanimous vote in favor of looking into the
possiblity of you joining the club. We then discussed how we could
justify offering you full membership in view of the fact that you are a
boy. We realized that if we were to take the drastic step of allowing
a boy into the club, then the whole point and purpose of the club would
be ruined. Furthermore, we strongly believe that a boy being in the
club would be at a serious disadvantage compared to the other members.
For example, in participating in our girl type activities,
conversations and so forth. Even more, a boy would be separate and
isolated in some sense from the rest of us, and would not be able to
feel totally a part of the club. Thus, we rejected the idea of a boy
being in the club."
Hearing this, Blake's heart sagged, and his face showed that he was
near to tears. Seeing this, Karen quickly went on.
``However, we realized that a way around our problem is to consider
more carefully what we mean by the word `girl' appearing in the club
name. In fact, we all agreed that we have some freedom to make up our
own definition of `girl'. Specifically, we have decided that as far as
the charter of our club is concerned, a `girl' is someone who looks,
acts and dresses like a girl. All that business about X and Y
chromosomes is irrelevant in our opinion. Thus, we are able to accept
into our Girls-Only Club anyone who meets this definition of `girl'."
Blake was stunned. It was a million miles from what he had expected to
hear from the girls, and it took him some moments to grope towards a
reaction. ``I, I don't know what to say. I guess I am not sure that
you are serious, like maybe you're trying to tease me."
He was starting to feel just awful and a wave of humiliation began
coming over him when Kathy spoke up. ``Oh my God! We were afraid that
you might feel hurt by what we decided, but please, please don't take
it that way! You see we are really serious about there being no
limitations to our feeling close to you. We have to all behave and
dress and feel like girls if we are to achieve this. As long as you
are dressed like a boy, and look like a boy, then the gulf is just too
great between us."
``Blake, please understand," Amy joined in. ``We are not thinking like
we will see you as a sissy boy or something. Not at all. Instead we
will be able to get even closer to you and see you as a very very
special friend who is even willing to pretend to be a girl just to be a
part of our club."
``It seems to us that after a short period of adjustment you will fit
in perfectly in the club as a girl. We have already seen earlier how
truly feminine your feelings are, like when you said how lucky a girl
would be to wear a pretty dress. This tells us so much about how you
feel: it says to us that you know all about being a girl. That
special wonderful feeling of being pretty and being surrounded by
pretty things."
The more the girls talked this way and the more they resassured him the
more Blake started to think about the reality of doing this. Finally,
he said, ``But how would I get clothes to wear, and I dont know
anything at all about girls things, and what about my mom and dad if
they found out. And what about going to school like a girl, and the
guys finding out, and will I look like a boy dressed as a girl?"
``These are all really important questions, and we thought about how to
answer some of them while we had our discussion," Kathy said,
``Basically, we will have to make some compromises, like you would not
have to dress like a girl at school or during other times when it wasnt
possible. We would also be able to spend some time teaching you about
being a girl. It would be fun for all of us."
``And as far as passing as a girl, don't you worry! We can make you
look perfect. You all ready have feminine features, such as your
pretty arms and graceful legs. With some make up and a wig we are sure
your face will be that of a very pretty girl."
All the girls now chimed in their encouragement to Blake. Kathy
snuggled close to him on one side and Karen came over and sat next to
him on the other, putting her arm around him. Then Penny, Amy and
Janet came and kneeled down in front of him and also snuggled in
tightly to him and gently stroked his sides and chest with their hands.
Thus surrounded by all five girls, Blake began to cry, partly out of
joy, but partly out of fear for what he would be doing. Penny gave him
her lace hanky and Blake took it to wipe his eyes and blow his nose.
When he felt enough under control he said ``I think I know what you are
getting at. I don't want to be separate from you in anyway. Just as
long as you promise me you'll never make fun of me."
``Oh, Blake, how could you ever think that! Then you agree to our
conditions and you will become a member?"
``Yes."
Hearing this, the girls all let out a cheer, and said that the
Girls-Only Club is now the six of us, and will be from now on.
Kathy then said, ``it is getting late today so we really don't have
time to set up a way for you to dress up right now. Let's start that
at our next meeting which is one week from today. But for right now, I
thought that you could try on my bridesmaid dress, so you will see just
how wonderful it feels to be pretty! Then you will have all week to
know exactly what it is you are getting yourself into! Okay?"
Blake thought about it a second and then hesitantly nodded his
agreement.
Janet then said, ``Blake, we realize that this is a sudden shock to
you, and I am sure you'll get more comfortable as times go on, but I
think you have to make an effort to forget your boys side while you are
with us, and just become a girl exactly like one of us."
``Yes," added Amy, ``just feel completely free to be a girl and do and
think girls things, and then I am sure we'll all be so happy together."
``I'm sorry," Blake said, ``I will do my best to try and learn to be a
girl and fit in with the rest of you."
``That's all we can hope for," said Janet.
``Now, I guess I really do want to wear the dress for a bit, to see how
it feels like. It is my favorite style." Blake got up and walked over
to the dress and picked it up. He ran his hand delicately over the
pretty flowers on it and examined the soft crinolines. His heart was
racing so hard he thought he might faint. The dress was intoxicatingly
beautiful and he ached to try it on. He said to the girls, ``I think
I'll feel like a princess wearing it!" He then held it up to himself
and twirled around once as if he were dancing. The girls laughed and
Janet said, ``that's exactly what we were all doing at the dress shop
last week. Its too bad you weren't there, and that you won't be able
to be a bridesmaid like the rest of us. Then the whole club could be
together at the wedding!"
Kathy said, ``Yes that is too bad. But for now Blake we can let you be
a bridesmaid for a few minutes. Why don't you now take off all your
boy clothes." Seeing that Blake suddenly looked scared, she said, ``now
what is there to be frightened of? We're all girls here and girls can
certainly all get undressed together. Now take off your pants and
underpants and your shirt like a good girl."
Blake did as she directed. Kathy meanwhile appeared saying, ``here
Karen I found a pair of my old panties which Blake can have to wear
today. He can also keep them as a start on his new clothing
collection."
Blake took the panties, which were light blue cotton with a lacy
elastic top and put them on. It was clear to the girls that he was a
bit excited as a little tent had formed in the panties.
Kathy said, ``we anticipated that problem," pointing to his erection,
``and we decided that we would take turns getting rid of it as quickly
as possible. I was chosen to be first." She led Blake to the bathroom
where she stood him against the sink, reached inside his panties and
began fondling his member until in just a matter of seconds he was
cuming over her hand and into the sink. She gave him a little kiss on
the cheek and said, ``that was quick! Now your little clitoris will
calm back down and not be so hot!"
When Blake came back with Kathy his member was now relaxed and not too
visible in the panties. Kathy said to the other girls, ``Blake, no, I
mean Pamela - from now on we'll call you Pamela - was very quick, and
now her big clitoris is safely resting in her panties."
``You look so precious in those panties, Pamela," Amy said, ``I think
your body is naturally graceful and feminine."
Kathy then continued, ``Normally, you'll have to wear some other things
to be properly dressed, like a bra and so forth, but for now let us
just put the dress on you. First raise your hands up."
Blake did as he was told and the girls gathered up the dress and put it
over his arms and slid it down around his body. Amy then zipped up the
back, and exclaimed ``What a lovely fit. Now take a look in the mirror
and see how exquisite you look!"
Blake walked over to a full length mirror hanging on the closet door
and looked at himself. The dress looked ravishing and he could never
remember feeling so happy in his life. ``Oh, I can't believe how
wonderful it feels, and how natural I feel."
He wheeled about a little and then sat gracefully down on the sofa with
the dress and crinolines puffing up around him. ``God I wish I could
go the wedding with all of you, and get to wear this dress all day
long!"
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2. Chapter
The next day, which Blake had dreaded all night long, brought a major
new surprise in his life. Far from teasing him about his masculinity,
the other boys had developed a whole new appreciation and respect for
him since the day before. After all, Blake had become the center of
attention of the five prettiest girls in the eighth grade, girls which
any of the guys would have died to get a date with. Clifford and Roy
even went so far as to apologize to Blake for their teasing and hoped
that he would forget the past. Cynically, Blake figured that they were
hoping to use him as a means to getting the other girls in the club.
He thought, ``us girls had best stick together, so that guys like that
don't take advantage of us." It was a strange thought, like so many
others he had had since the afternoon before.
Was he a girl or was he a boy? Feeling his girl side made him
wonderfully happy and content. His boy side seemed to be weak and a
source of insecurity. As he listened to his thoughts he tried to
interpret them as being either girl or boy. Most especially, he tried
to make sure that his fear of being called a sissy, wouldn't prevent
his girl side from naturally coming out.
No. If he was going to fit in with the other girls, he really had to
be entirely at ease with his girl side.
One consequence was that on an impulse he had gone up to the attic and
taken down his grown sisters old Barbie doll set. Sneaking it into his
room, he played dressups with the Barbie figures and had them engage in
conversations. They talked about fashions and what outfits they wanted
to wear. At one point he even caught himself making up a fantasy
dialogue where the girls were discussing Ken, and how sexy he was. His
mind drifted to the poster of Brian and he felt a slight twinge in his
chest. These were new feelings for him, but they seemed logical: if
was going to pretend to be a girl, then part of that must be to desire
boys. If he was honest with himself he realized that as long as he
felt like a girl, then he would want to be considered pretty by the
boys.
At school, the other club members greeted him happily. They wondered
if had any second thoughts about his decision, and he had told them
about how happy he was to play with the dolls. They told him that on
occasion the Girls-Only club had had Barbie parties where they all
played with their dolls together, but it had been some time since they
had done this since they were getting older and not as likely to play
with dolls. They reassured Blake, however, that since he didn't have a
normal girl childhood he had some catching up to do with girl things,
and this was a great way to let out and develop her girl feelings.
Amy gave Blake a small package in homeroom and told him to open it up
when no one else was looking. When he did he discovered in it a pair
of pink cotton panties with a little heart shaped note from Amy saying,
``To my new girl friend, Pamela. These are an old pair of mine which
you can have so that you'll be able to change panties between now and
next week!" Blake blushed, and thought how he couldn't wait to go home
and try them on.
At recess, Blake wanted to be with the other club members, but before
he could get to them, he was surrounded by the guys who bombarded him
with questions about the girls. He could see the other girls standing
nearby, but the best he could do was sneak them a hopeless expression
until Kathy winked at him signaling that they understood. The guys
wanted to know all about the girls. Clifford asked him ``how far did
you get with them? You were in Kathy's house for hours. It must have
been an orgy, wasn't it?"
Blake did not know what to say. If he said he was becoming a girl,
then he would be as good as dead. He also couldn't very well lie that
he was getting sex off the girls, since it was repugnant to him to
admit such feelings. He said, ``nothing much happened. We discussed
school and some common interests. They talked about ways to help me
fit in better with the guys. They are really very nice people, and
certainly open to any boy who treats them with respect and not just as
a sexual object. They really want to have nice intelligent
conversations with boys, but find that usually difficult when the guys
are constantly making moves on them."
This was something the boys didn't want to hear. Clifford said, ``You
mean all I have to do is talk about something other than sex and then
they'll have sex with me? Thats just baloney. I know girls better
than anyone, and I'm sure the quickest way into Kathy or Karen's
panties is by just telling them what to do. Girls like to be treated
rough. It turns them on."
It made Blake slightly ill to hear all this, but he wasn't about to
argue with Clifford. Luckily for him one of the guys suggested they
all play some baseball and the group quickly broke up. Blake then
walked over to the girls group after which they all slowly walked
across the field away from the other kids. Blake thanked Amy for the
present and Janet said,
``What present?"
``Oh, Amy gave me a pair of her old panties this morning so that I'd
have them to change into during the week. Right now, I'm wearing
Kathy's blue panties from yesterday."
``Thats very sweet of you. Let me take a peek." The girls crowded
around him and he lowered the side of his pants just enought to reveal
a little blue patch of panties with the top elastic. ``Very good,
Pamela, you're off to a very good start. This shows how serious you
are about being a club member."
``I hope you know that you should hand wash all your lingerie, Pamela,
since it will make them last longer." Janet said.
``I didn't know that, thanks for telling me. Tonight Ill wash the blue
panties and tomorrow I can wear the pink ones that Amy gave me. I
guess I can then alternate every day."
``Of course, this is only temporary Pam," Kathy added. ``We're all
going to go shopping with you soon and help you pick out an entire
wardrobe. This weekend we can't do it, but we were thinking that we
could use next Wednesday's club meeting to teach you some basics about
girls clothes and also take all your measurements. Then, the following
Saturday, we could go down to the mall and spend the day shopping. How
does that sound, Pam?"
``I think thats a great plan. I'm so excited about the club and I
can't wait for the next meeting."
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Blake had a hard time getting through the long days until Wednesday
finally rolled around. He was so excited that he finally would have a
lot of time to spend with the club members instead of just the short
bits he could get at recess and individually with the other girls in
the hallways between classes. As the week before, the group of girls
gathered in front of the building after the final bell. Together they
walked to Kathy's house, with Blake feeling very comfortable with his
new friends. Mrs. O'Connor had cookies and milk waiting for all 6 of
them, since Kathy had a made a point of reminding her that morning that
Blake was now a member of the club and would be coming to all the
meetings. Her mother was certainly more than a bit curious as to the
fact that Blake was now in the supposed ``Girls-Only Club", but when
she had asked Kathy about it, all she had said was that the club
members had made a special arrangement to be able to allow Blake into
the club. Not wanting to pry, Mrs. O'Connor did not ask any further
questions.
When the group assembled upstairs after their dessert, Kathy called the
meeting of the Girls-Only Club to order, and Blake felt a special
thrill that that included him! ``The first order of business as we all
know is to help Pamela in her transformation so that she can be a
complete equal member of the club. The older members have been
informally discussing how we are going to do this, and we decided that
a good place to begin is to discuss bras. Then we'll talk about
panties, of which you have some familiarity now. Then we can go on to
stockings, slips and all the other items. This might take a few weeks
or more even, but we are in no real hurry. Certainly, by today, we'll
have you looking and feeling quite feminine. Just enough to be one of
the girls for all our subsequent meetings."
``So first, Pamela, take off all your clothes except your panties."
This day, Blake had on his pink ones. After doing this, it became
clear that Blake's large `clitoris' was a problem again. ``I believe
it is Janet's turn to take care of Pam's clit," Kathy said.
``OK, Pam, come with me into the bathroom and I'll help you take care
of it."
Blake got up and followed Janet into the bathroom. Here she soaped up
her hand and began quickly running it up and down his `clitoris'.
After a few seconds the job was done and Janet gave Blake a hug and
told him how sweet he was.
They came back into the room, where the girls all congratulated Blake
on being so quick and cooperative. He sat down in the center of the
girls. Then Kathy said, ``OK. We can give you a lot of insight into
bras if we each discuss with you the particulars of the bras we are
wearing. So let us all take off our tops."
At this all the five girls took off their blouses. For Amy, Janet and
Kathy, this was a pullover shirt, while Karen and Penny had blouses
which they unbuttoned and took off. Penny had on a slip on over her
bra, so she then undid her skirt and then pulled her slip off over her
head. She said, ``As you know this is a slip but we'll talk about them
later."
Now all the girls were sitting there wearing their bras, with just
Blake without one and wearing only panties. Janet's bra, which was the
only pink one, was also the laciest, being in fact all lace. Amy had a
pale yellow bra, while the three other girls had white bras on. Kathy
and Karen both had the largest bust, followed by Amy and Penny, with
Janet the smallest.
Karen said, ``Well let me begin. As you can see I have on a white bra,
which is the most common color to wear because it will not be really
visible under most blouses. It has only a little bit of lace on the
top parts of the cups and a little decorative bow in the middle. This
is a back closure type bra like you can see. This has little hooks on
the back which can be fastened at any one of three levels, thus helping
give a better fit. It you look at Amy's bra, you see that it is a
front closure style - see the little clip on the front - which can't be
adjusted like a back closure type." Amy gently pointed to the clip.
``Now, I've been wearing bras for about 2 years now. At first my mom
noticed my nipples fairly well protruding from my tee shirts and then a
little bit of jiggling of my breasts. This gave her a warning that I
had better start wearing bras to be more modest in front of the boys or
men. She took me to the department store and there I was fitted for
some trainer bras. These have very shallow cups and are kind of
dainty. They offer some protection and help a girl get used to wearing
a bra. After all it is a change to have them on everyday. We'll start
you off with trainer bras until you develop a fuller bust. In fact, I
brought one of my favorite old trainers along just to give to you."
Karen took out a thin wispy pink bra which she had folded up in her
purse and gave it to Blake. ``Put it on now, Pam, its yours!"
Blake, took it sheepishly, and opened it up. It was of a very thin
cotton like material with a floral pattern on it, with elastic below
the cups. He fumbled a bit not knowing how to align it, when Karen
intervened. ``There, there now, let me help you." She arranged it the
right way and then encircled Blake's waist from the rear and clipped
the bra in his front. ``You see, this is what you do. Clip it in
front, now shift it to your back, and lift it up while putting your
arms through the straps. "
Blake did as he was told and the bra fit just perfectly into place on
his figure. With the pink bra and panties on, Blake felt suddenly very
girlish. ``How does it feel? Not too tight?", asked Amy.
``It feels fine. I guess not too tight. It makes me feel kind of
protected and together. Do you know what I mean?" Blake had trouble
describing his feelings.
``Thats exactly how a girl feels in her bra," said Karen. ``Now let me
finish my story. After wearing trainers such as this one for about 6
months it became clear that I was ready to graduate to real bras. In
fact, I started with a 36 A cup and then quickly went to B cups and now
I am borderline B and C cups. All my bras now have underwire support
in them as you can see here. Go ahead and touch this. In fact, let me
take it off and show you."
Karen reached behind herself and undid her bra. She took it off and
handed it to Blake to examine. She told him to feel the hard underwire
frame, which he did.
``Its a very pretty bra too. I like the lace and bow," he said..
The girls all laughed at this. ``Blake, you don't have to be that
nice. Most bras have some sort of lace on them, because girls and
women like to have some pretty thing on them. Its just nice to know
that it is there. My mom says that this is about where I will stay
until I have a baby which then always screws up a girls breasts. They
become very big with milk of course, and then later sometimes shrink
and sometimes don't. Its hard to predict."
Blake had on a puzzled expression which prompted Karen to ask, ``Whats
the matter?"
``Oh I was just wondering how you decided on the particular bra you're
wearing right now."
``Well what happens to most girls is that you try various styles out
until you sort of just know which ones will be comfortable for you. It
depends on the spacing of your breasts and so forth. In your case,
we'll take you to the mall this weekend, and then we can look through
all the bras to see which ones you like. Then, you can try them on in
the fitting room and come to a conclusion as to which style is best."
Penny then added, ``you shouldn't worry about being flat chested,
because we are getting some special breast forms for you from my
cousin, which will give you a real bust. These come in all sizes and
we will start with A cups, which we'll give to you on Saturday when you
come over here. Then, after a few weeks we'll see about increasing
your size. This way you sort of go through a kind of growth period
just like we all did. So you should wear this trainer bra from now
until Saturday, to get some feeling for wearing a bra, and then you'll
suddenly outgrow it on Saturday, and be more like one of us."
``You mean I should wear the trainer all the time from now to
Saturday."
``Yes, of course."
``But won't someone see it under my shirts, I mean my blouse?"
``Not if you wear a dark color, and make sure the blouse is loose
fitting. Don't you have some tops like that? For example, the one you
wore today. I am sure that no one can see your trainer bra under it."
Blake put his top back on and stood in front of the mirror. To his
surprise he saw that the bra was not visible at all. ``Great, this
means I'll be able to wear a bra all the time. How wonderful!"
He took his top back off and Janet reached over and hugged him. ``Your
just so precious Pam. I love the way you really appreciate things."
It suddenly occurred to Blake that when he got the breast forms it
might not be possible to wear the bras, ``What'll I do when I get the A
cup breast forms?" He looked crushed.
``Don't worry Pam, that is where it gets interesting. At that size,
you wouldn't be noticeable as long as you wear very loose fitting tops.
So we'll buy a few of them, so that you don't have to worry."
``Anyway, let us hear from Janet about her bra," Karen said.
``You see Pam, I have a relatively small bust, a bit larger than an A
cup but not quite a B. While this might seem a bad thing, in fact, it
is quite nice because there are many more opportunities for choosing a
really pretty bra when you are not large busted. Girls with small
busts get to pick from a whole range of very delicate and pretty lacy
bras. We don't really need underwire support so that the bras may be
just little wispy things which are very sensuous to wear. Like the one
I'm wearing now."
Janet then took off her bra, and handed it over to Blake to look at.
He said, ``I think I'm just falling in love with this style. It is
such a pretty shade of pink and I love the lace. Do you think I'll be
able to find one just like this at the mall?"
``Of course you will. They'll have many different ones just as pretty
there."
``I can't wait to go!" Blake exclaimed.
The conversation continued on discussing each of the girls experiences
in getting their first bras, and what it felt like to wear them and
what they thought about when they went shopping for new ones. They
mentioned how to try and coordinate bras with the style of top they
were wearing, matching not only color, but the bra type to the outfit.
For example, with a very tight top, you want to wear a smooth bra while
with a white blouse, a very pretty lacy white bra is appropriate if you
feel daring. The girls discussed when they put their bras on in the
morning. Janet, Penny and Amy all put them on right after they peed,
while Kathy and Karen liked to wait until after breakfast; that way
they lounged around in their nighties feeling very casual. They also
told Blake how they chose their bra each day as they opened their
dresser drawer. They usually would pick out a matching bra and panty
set that was coordinated to the outfit they wanted to wear.
The girls put their blouses and tops back on, which left Blake sitting
there in just panties and the trainer bra. ``Now we have to get all
your measurements, so we'll be prepared for shopping on Saturday,"
Karen said. She went and got a tape measure, with which they measured
Blake's chest, waist and hips. They concluded that he would wear a
size 36A bra and size 12 dresses. ``Now we have a special present for
you which we have already gotten." Janet came over and gave Blake a
large box. He opened it carefully and discovered inside a wig of
styled long light brown hair which matched his exact coloring. ``With
this, and a little makeup we are sure that you'll be very pretty! Go
try it on."
Blake went in the bathroom with Janet where she helped him on with the
wig and told him some basic facts about styling it and caring for it.
When he came out, the girls excitedly told Blake that he looked just as
attractive as any of them. He just needed a little blush on his
cheeks, and a little trimming of his eyebrows, and he would be very
feminine looking. Before they went to the mall the girls would show
him how to put on makeup, including lipstick and some eyeliner and eye
shadow.
``You must be bit cold sitting there in just your underwear," Kathy
said, ``so I thought you might like to wear my bridesmaids dress again,
until the end of our meeting."
Blake's face lit up at this, and he got up to follow Kathy to her
closet where she handed him the dress. He was now more expert in
putting it on, and had little trouble getting it over his head and then
reaching for the zipper to pull up before it was all the way down on
his shoulders. In a minute he was back with the girls sitting with
them in the stunningly pretty dress with his long hair cascading over
his shoulders. He sighed deeply with happiness and Amy who was sitting
next to him squeezed his hand.
``Now there are a number of things we also have to take care of," Amy
said. ``First of all, you should let your fingernails grow out like a
girls. That way, we can put polish on them during our outings
together, and show off your very pretty hands, Pamela."
``OK, that should be fun."
``Remember that you'll have to learn how to file them to a nice shape
as they get long. We'll show you how each week until they are our
length."
``But won't my mom and dad see them long and wonder what I am doing?"
``Oh, no. People won't look at your hands if you are dressed like a
boy. They'll just assume that they are short, and not take any
notice."
``I guess you're right."
``You can always just say you forgot to cut them, if anyone asks you."
Blake nodded in agreement. His finger nails were recently trimmed, and
he held his hand up trying to image how nice it would feel to have
pretty long pink fingernails. Just another nice thing about being a
girl he thought to himself.
``Another thing you have to think about is having your monthly period,"
Penny said. Blake showed some surprise at this, but Penny continued
right on. ``Usually, since the five of us original members are close
to one another, we often have our periods at the same time. So we
think that you ought to have a pretend period the same time as us. For
this you'll have to get some pantiliners, maxipads and all-night pads,
which you can wear in your panties during the time of the period.
First, for a few days before your period, you wear the pantiliners to
protect against an accident. Then during the heavy flow days you wear
a maxipad, and at night you wear the really thick pads. We'll go
shopping with you and help you pick out a supply."
``I guess it will be a nice way to feel close to you all during your
periods." Blake said.
``Pam, it is really nice how agreeable you are to everything, since we
were a bit worried that you would resist these things." Penny said.
At this moment there was a sudden knock on the door of Kathy's bedroom,
and before anyone could react, Mrs. O'Connor was in the room, saying
``Girls! girls! girls! I've just got a phone call from...." She
froze in mid sentence as her eyes fell upon Blake, whose face was now a
bright scarlet color. He was feebly attempting to cover himself with
the dress, which had the effect of exposing his crinolines to everybody
as he lifted the outer skirt to his face. ``What in the world are you
girls doing? And Blake, what in the world are you doing in Kathy's
dress and a wig?" She exclaimed loudly.
``Mom, mom," Kathy yelled, ``you don't understand. Its all right, we
can explain. Blake is now one of the girls in our club."
``What in heaven's name have you done to Blake. And Blake, how could
let yourself be made such a fool of? Since when does a young man go
prancing around in a dress?!!" She walked over to him, and lifted up
the crinolines to see that he was wearing pink panties. She pulled
open the top of the dress and saw that he had a bra on, as well. ``Oh,
my lord, this is unbelievable! A bra and panties? What else?"
The effect of this on Blake was shattering, and he began to cry. The
girls were caught in complete disarray and were protesting vigorously
to Mrs. O'Connor that she didn't ``understand," and that Blake was not
being made fun of, and that they were all just trying to be close to
one another in a completely natural way.
Mrs. O'Connor was very excited and seemed beyond listening to the
girls. She said, ``I've really got to speak to your parents Blake, and
let them know that you have a real problem. Come with me!" She grabbed
Blake by the wrist and stood him up and then quickly led him out of the
room behind her with his dress rustling and crinolines flying around
him and his long hair bouncing against his back. She took him
downstairs to the living room and pushed him down into a seat next to
her. She said, ``What is your phone number? I must call your mom
right now and discuss this with her." Blake, in the middle of his loud
sobbing, yelled out, ``Oh please don't. Please don't, please don't
tell her, I'll never do it again. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
``What is the number?" Mrs. O'Connor demanded.
Blake, between sobs of his heaving chest, told her the number. By this
time the girls from the club had joined them downstairs and were still
protesting. ``Mrs. O'Connor, I really think you owe it to all of us
to listen to our side of things before you involve Blake's mom and dad.
We understand that it was a big surprise to you, but we implore you to
hold off." Karen was speaking now with some authority as president of
the Girl's Only Club.
Mrs. O'Connor said, ``I am sorry but this is serious and needs to be
taken care of very quickly." She said this with a bit less emphasis
than before and the girls fell silent hoping that she was changing her
mind. Amy had come over next to Blake and made him put his head in her
lap. While he sobbed softly she stroked his head. ``Don't worry, Pam,
no matter what happens we'll still be your friends."
At hearing Amy address Blake as `Pam', Mrs. O'Connor winced
noticeably, and then she dialed the number. Everyone could hear the
rings, and then Blake's mom could be heard saying, ``Hello?"
``Oh, hello, this is Mrs. O'Connor, Kathy's mom."
``Oh, yes, Blake said that he would be playing there today after
school. Is everything all right?"
After a pause, Mrs. O'Connor said, ``Oh yes, fine, I was just calling
to let you know that I had invited Blake to stay here for dinner
tonight, and that I would drive him home at about 8 O'clock. Is that
OK?
All the girls, excitedly, gave out a silent cheer.
``Oh, sure it is. How kind of you. Let me speak to Blake for a
moment."
Blake had not fully absorbed the change in Mrs. O'Connor's statements,
but he sensed that he did not have to be afraid of her telling his mom
that he was wearing a dress, at least not then. He got on the phone,
where his mom told him to thank Mrs. O'Connor after the dinner and to
be polite and so forth. If she did detect a little hoarseness in his
voice from the crying she did not let on.
After he hung up he thanked Mrs. O'Connor profusely. She said, ``My
dear boy, is it boy??!!, what am I going to do about you?" She shook
her head back and forth thinking, and then said, ``Come here Blake and
let me hold you. I'm sorry I got so upset, it was just such a shock.
I wasn't suspecting such a thing."
Blake got up and sat down on Mrs. O'Connor's lap, and she held him
closely to her. He could feel her very large firm breasts against his
chest. The layers of his dress and crinolines was like a big cloud of
pink and white over the blue jeans and white pullover top Mrs.
O'Connor was wearing. ``So tell me everything now. You start Karen,
since you are the president of the club."
Karen then told Mrs. O'Connor about the conditions under which they
had all agreed that Blake would be made a full member of the club. She
sighed often hearing this, and shook her head, but finally saw that she
really didn't have the right to stop them from what they voluntarily
wanted to do. After hearing all the girls, she said to Blake, ``I want
to ask you a few questions to see if I can understand that this is
really good for you, and not a big mistake that you might be making
because you are lonely or something."
``Sure Mrs. O'Connor, I'll be happy to answer any questions."
``Good. Now Blake, tell me what you are feeling now being in that
dress."
``I guess I feel very pretty."
``Yes, I suppose you should. It is a very pretty dress. Now dear, you
might find this silly, but I wonder how good are you at arm wrestling?"
``What? Why are you asking that?"
``Because boys just love to do it don't they? It's a really male
thing."
``Yes, I guess so."
``Let's see how easily you can beat Amy. She's the strongest girl
here, right?"
``You can surely beat her easily."
``I suppose so."
``Give it a try."
Blake and Amy then sat across from each other at the dining room table
and proceeded to arm wrestle. Though Blake tried as hard as he might,
Amy beat him almost immediately in two bouts. Mrs. O'Connor then
asked Penny and Janet to try wrestling him, and Penny beat him after a
bit of a struggle, and finally Blake and Janet tied each other.
``So you and Janet are about equally strong. I guess your arms really
are kind of girlish," she said thoughtfully. After a moment she then
said, ``Now answer this question: Amy is clearly much stronger than
you. If you could have just one characteristic of her's for yourself,
what would you choose?"
Blake said, ``I guess I wish that I had breasts like hers so that I
would have to wear more of a grown up bra than the one I have on. It
would give me a nicer shape I guess. Is that what you were asking?"
``Oh, Blake, I thought you would have liked to be at least as strong as
her!"
``I guess you're right. I don't know why I didn't think of that. For
some reason I was just thinking how lucky she was for being able to
wear bras everyday. To know that she would be able to eventually nurse
a baby, and take care of it and hold it and so forth. It seemed like
something I really wanted to do. I wish I could have a nice figure
like Amy's or any of the other girls in the club." Blake started to
blush when he realized that the girls had all taken on sympathetic
expressions, now including Mrs. O'Connor too.
``After hearing and seeing all this, I think you probably are best
treated like a girl, Blake," Mrs. O'Connor said. ``You have a gentle
loving nature, which is quite feminine, and I suppose you need an
outlet for it. I guess I'll be happy to go along with you being one of
the girls in the club. So from now on I'll also call you Pamela and
try and have something like a mother daughter relationship with you."
All the girls (including Pamela!) then thanked Mrs. O'Connor for her
support, and she then invited all the club members to stay for dinner.
She even told the girls to take Blake upstairs and put some pantyhose
on him, and some makeup so that he would be well dressed for dinner.
They were starting to do this when Kathy asked her mom, ``what was the
phone call you were talking about, when you came into my room?"
``Oh, I completely forgot. Yes, Brad's mother called to say that his
cousin broke her leg and will not be able to come to the wedding."
``What a shame, even after you bought her the dress and everything."
Kathy said.
``Yes, and the procession will not be symmetric now, with three
bridesmaids on each side of the aisle."
All of a sudden everyone turned and looked at Blake, sitting quietly in
the bridesmaid dress. ``Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Mrs,
O'Connor said.
A chorus of girls said ``Yes!, Pamela will be our sixth bridesmaid!"
It took a moment for Blake to realize what they were saying, but when
he did, his heart almost burst open for joy.
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3. Chapter
At 8 P.M. Mrs. O'Connor drove Blake home. Before leaving, the girls
had made sure that all traces of make-up were removed from his face as
well as any stray hairs coming from the wig. He was still wearing his
bra and panties, which he would try and wear every day. When he
entered the house he saw that his mother and father were sitting in the
living room. He walked over to his mom and gave her a kiss hello.
His dad looked up from his newspaper and said, ``Well, well, well,
Blake, what is this I hear about you playing with the prettiest girls
in the eight grade!?" Blake's father was a foreman in a nearby steel
mill. He was ruggedly handsome and physically strong, and loved to
gently tease Blake about his `love' life.
``Oh, I guess mom told you about me going home after school to Kathy
O'Connor's house?"
``Not only your mother, but apparently the whole town knows about it.
At least, Ann and Barry had heard about it at school!" Ann, one of
Blake's two sisters, was almost two years younger than him and a
continual thorn in his side. She took advantage of Blake's gentle
nature by teasing him and even picking fights with him. She had
developed her physique to the point where her biceps were noticeably
larger than Blake's. He had become afraid to fight her, since he
didn't think he could win any more and didn't want to get hurt. His
older brother, Barry, on the other hand, who was in 11th grade, was
someone Blake had always looked up to. He played on the varsity
football team, and while not a great student, was still far from dumb.
Blake also had an older sister, Janice, who was in 12th grade and was
planning on attending the Naval Academy at Annapolis the next year.
Blake felt happy to receive the admiration of his dad, though he
wondered what his dad would think if he knew that he was secretly
wearing a bra and panties, and that he was after all, really just ``one
of the girls" and not actually dating any of them.
``Oh, its nothing dad. We just seem to have hit it off. They like me
because I talk about things. Not just want to ask them out on dates."
``Do you have a favorite among them. One who you could ask to the
prom?"
``Bill, leave the poor boy alone," Blake's mother interjected, ``he is
young enough that he doesn't have to think of such things. Just let
him enjoy his new friends."
Blake took advantage of his mom's intervention to change the subject.
``Kathy and her mom invited me to go to her sister Beth's wedding in
three weeks on Saturday. They need me to be an usher, I mean, to take
the place of her sister's fiance's cousin who broke his leg, and won't
be able to come." Blake had worked out this explanation with the girls,
to make sure that no suspicion would be raised by his sudden invitation
to the wedding. He didn't feel comfortable lying, but he was so
excited at the possibility of going as `Pamela,' that he didn't want
anything to foul up the chance.
``That's very nice of them, that they would think well enough of you to
take you as a replacement. I hope you said you would do it?" his mom
said.
``I said I'd have to ask you. But thanks mom, cause I really do want
to go. There will also be a wedding rehearsal and a dinner I'll have
to go to before the wedding."
After chatting awhile longer, Blake went to his room to do his
homework. Later that night when he went to sleep he wore his panties,
but took off his bra. He spent a few minutes examining the pretty lace
on it and how it was made. He then put it against his cheek and kissed
it gently. This is my very first bra, he thought. He could smell a
slight trace of perfume on it which he imagined came from Kathy's
drawer. I wonder what kind of bras I'll get on Saturday, he thought.
He imagined having his own drawer full of bras and panties and other
girlish things. He would be able to choose his own perfume to scent
them with. Everyday he could wake up and choose some pretty things to
wear. He imagined how every morning, he and the other girls in the
club would wake up, take off their nighties, select a bra from their
drawer and then put it on. In his reverie he thought how nice it must
be to have breasts to tuck into place in ones bra cups and to feel how
they stick out under ones blouse. How nice it must it be to have
breasts bouncing in front of you while you walked. He thought of how
vulnerable it must make a girl feel, knowing that the boys would always
be staring at your breasts and getting aroused looking at them. When
he got his new `breasts' on Saturday would he experience the same
feelings himself? Is that just part of feeling pretty? He would know
soon enough anyway.
Just before going to sleep he tucked the bra well underneath the covers
and reminded himself to retrieve it in the morning when he got dressed
for school.
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His first morning of wearing a bra at school went off without a hitch.
He felt a bit closer to being like one of the girls in the class than
he had wearing just panties. At lunch time Kathy asked him if he was
wearing his bra and he had the satisfaction of being able to say `yes!'
She also told him to look carefully at the girls in the club for they
had purposefully chosen to wear different outfits that day so as to
help give Blake ideas for the kind of clothes he would want to buy on
their shopping trip. Kathy had on a ruffly white blouse, a pleated
skirt, white panty hose and black patent leather shoes with a low heel.
Blake could see that she was wearing a lacy white bra under the blouse,
whose ruffles partially hid the front of her bra. Kathy explained that
her outfit helped amplify the size of her bust. She had him look at
how the skirt buttoned around her waist and explained about the side
zipper. She also showed him her fingernails which had on a white
polish matching her blouse. She picked up his hand and said, ``I'm
glad to see that your nails are just starting to grow out now. They'll
be just the right length for the wedding. We'll also have to buy you
some clear nail hardener so they don't break."
``Too bad your hair won't be long enough by then to style," said Penny,
``you'll still have to wear the wig. But in two or three months we'll
be able to take you to our beauty parlor to get your hair done. Katie,
our hair dresser, will give you a really stylish cut and perm. I can't
wait to see what she does!"
Karen then drew Blake's attention to her outfit. She had on a tight
white pullover blouse with very tight faded blue jeans. This showed
off her curvaceous figure, particularly her bottom and hips. With her
long straight hair covering her back and shoulders she was strikingly
pretty. Her bust was even more prominent than usual and she explained
it was due to her wearing a push up bra which lifted her breasts a
little and helped add to the sexiness of her figure.
She had Blake peek down the top of her blouse to see how the bra lifted
up her breasts. She also pulled down the zipper of her jeans just a
bit and showed Blake that she wasn't wearing any panties. Instead, he
saw some curls of her light brown public hair.
Janet, with her relatively small bust, had on a very pretty light green
slip dress with spaghetti straps, nude stockings and white stack heel
shoes. Her hair was formed into a single long braid. She showed Blake
that she was wearing a white half-slip. Penny had on a red jumper,
with a white blouse underneath and red-tinged stockings and brown
pennyloafers. Finally, Amy had on a short flaired skirt, underneath of
which she had on a pink petticoat. She had on a skin tight black tank
top which also showed off her chest very effectively.
``We have also purposefully worn different things to hold up our
stockings, so that you can see before Saturday what some of the options
are," Kathy said. She and the other girls led Blake to a spot far away
from the other kids. ``Lie down on the ground here and we'll let you
look up our dresses so that you can see what we are wearing. From this
distance, the other kids won't be able to see what we're doing."
Blake lied down and then Kathy said, ``I'm going to stand over your
head now. Look up my skirt and see how my pantyhose looks." She walked
over to him and then slightly raised her pleated skirt so that enough
light would enter for Blake to see what was there. ``Tell us what you
see," Kathy said.
``I can see that you are wearing panties underneath your pantyhose.
They are white and have several rows of lace trim going across your
bottom."
``Oh, Pamela, you're so precious! You don't have to go in such detail!
What you should notice is how the pantyhose are shear all the way to
the top, as against having a sewn in panty or panel for tummy support.
These are some of the many options for pantyhose that you should keep
in mind for Saturday. Now its Janet's turn."
Kathy stepped away and then Janet walked over to Blake and put one foot
on either side of his head, so he was looking straight up into her
dress. ``I see Janet's slip going up around her waist. Oh, and I see
that she has a white garter belt on! Its got lots of lace going down
on the garters. They are hooked into her stocking tops."
``What about my panties?"
``You have on white panties which I guess are over the garter belt.
Why aren't they under the garter belt?"
``What do you think?"
Blake thought a minute and then said, ``I bet so that you can pull your
panties down easier when you have to go pee!"
``Yes, very good, Pamela. Now, its Penny's turn."
Penny now stepped over Blake. ``I see she is wearing very tiny little
white panties, and they are under very long garters which I can't see
the top of. Where do they come from?"
``I'm wearing a bustier, which consists of a bra part and below this a
kind of boned corset which comes down to my belly button. The garters
are very long and go from there to the top of my stockings."
``I wish I could see that. You'll have to show me it later. I also
see a little string dangling from the bottom of your panties. What's
that?"
``Oh, you are observant, Pamela! Thats the string from the tampon I'm
wearing. You see, my period started this morning, so I had to put one
of those in my vagina."
``So shouldn't I be starting my first period? Like you said
yesterday?"
``Yes, you should start it soon. We'll help you get started on
Saturday. I'm a few days ahead of the other girls. I think they'll be
starting their periods any day now. Won't you?"
All the girls indicated their agreement. Then, Amy said, ``and now its
my turn." She positioned herself over Blake. When he looked up he saw
her pretty petticoat surrounding what looked to be a girdle. ``I
recognize that! You're wearing a girdle! I can see the stockings
being held by garters attached right to it."
``You're almost right, Pam, except that this is really called a panty
girdle, since it is not as heavy as larger ones made for full grown
women. This does not have any boning in it, just some relatively light
elastic. I like panty girdles since they give me a nice sort of warm
close feeling. I think they help my shape a bit too."
``It has a lacy panel on the front and even a little bow! I think I'd
like to get one of them on Saturday for sure!"
``Of course, Pam, I'm sure we can find one that is perfect for you."
Getting up now, Blake sat on the bench with the girls. ``I am a bit
afraid to get a garter belt or bustier because I am frightened at being
that sexy."
``After a while Pam, when you get more used to being a girl, I bet
you'll like the idea of being really sexy underneath your dress or
jeans. For example, if you're on a date with a boy, his hand might
brush against your garters which would make him really hot," Karen said
this matter-of-factly, as if she were talking to another girl. The
thought of finding boys sexy made Blake blush. ``It'll be fun someday
to double date with you Pam. We can compare notes as to what we think
of the boys. You'll really like slow dancing with a nice big strong
boy. I mean one who is intelligent; not like the jerks in our class!"
After a pause Blake said, ``I can't wait till Saturday."
``Neither can we Pam. We are all looking forward to making you into a
very pretty young girl," Kathy said. ``In fact, my mom said that she
would go shopping with us to help make sure that you get the right
things."
They all got up to go back to their afternoon classes. When they were
near the building, Kathy suddenly pointed to Blake's arm, and he saw
that the pink strap of his bra had fallen off his shoulder and was
clearly visible through the arm hole of his short-sleeved shirt. He
discretely put his hand inside his shirt and straightened it out.
``Pam, you have to be more careful!" Kathy said, ``girls must always be
aware of their appearance."
Blake shivered as he wondered what would have happened if one of the
guys had seen the strap.
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That afternoon when Blake returned from school, he went to his room to
do his homework. About 4 o'clock he went downstairs to the kitchen to
get a snack. His mother was in a hurry to do some errands and had just
asked his two sisters, Ann and Janice to help her fold the laundry.
Janice, said she was on her way to a study date and ran out the door.
Ann was very reluctant and told her mom, ``why don't you get Blake to
help me? Why shouldn't he fold the laundry also?"
``You know very well that folding laundry is not for the boys."
``Its not fair."
``I don't care if you think it is fair or not, young lady, but you will
do as I say!"
``I don't mind helping fold the laundry," Blake intervened.
``Thank you, Blake, for being so mature," his mom said.
``As long as you don't feel forced into it, I suppose its OK for you to
help out. Working together the two of you can get it done in no time
at all. Let me show you what's what Blake." She led Ann and Blake to
the adjoining laundry room where was scattered a mountain of clean
clothes from the dryer to be folded.
``Let's see, who should fold what? There is something from everybody."
Blake noticed that mixed in the pile were many bras, panties and slips
belonging to his mother and two sisters. Remembering what the girls
had told him he said, ``shouldn't the lingerie be washed by hand?"
His mother, a bit startled, said, ``why yes, I guess you're right. It
would make the delicate fabrics last longer. But it takes a lot of
time and energy to do it, and I guess we are all too busy around here."
Ann said, ``If you care so much about the bras and panties Blake, why
don't you wash them." She laughed at her own joke and Blake blushed.
His mother intervened and said, ``Blake will fold the men's clothing
and you will fold the women's. I'll be back in an hour and I expect
both of you to be done by then." With that she turned and left. As
soon as she was gone, Ann said, ``I'm folding the men's things and you
can do the girls."
``Hey, you can't do that." Blake said.
``Oh, are you going to stop me?" She held up her fist menacingly in
Blake's face. He tried to push it away and as he did so Ann caught his
arm by the wrist and swiveled him around pinning his arm behind him.
Try as he might he was unable to get out from the hold nor stop her as
she slowly pushed him down to the floor. As he struggled in pain to
break free, he felt his bra strap starting to slip off his shoulder and
he suddenly went limp and told Ann, ``you win, I'll do the girls
things. Please let me go." She released his arm and gave him a hard
punch in the stomach which caused him to cry out in pain. ``Ow, why
did you do that?"
``Oh, Blake, what a sissy." She put her face right near his and said,
``Let me tell you something. If you ever touch me again like that,
I'll kick the shit out of you. Got that, big brother?? Now you go and
do all the folding, like the little sweetie you are. I've got more
important things to do. Tell mom I'll be back for dinner."
``Ann, you can't do that!"
She glowered at him and he looked away. ``Anyway, how do I know whose
bras belong to whom?," he said.
Ann laughed and said, ``by size dummy. Mom's are D cups, Janice's are
C cups and mine are B cups. Anyway, mine are all Jockey brand. Oh,
and what size are yours?" She let out a peal of laughter as she left
the house. Blake resigned himself to folding the laundry. What an
asshole Ann is, he thought. If only he could beat her up like he used
to be able to! She's not the slightest bit ladylike. In fact, she
acts like one of the guys. She would never fit in the Girls-Only club.
In front of him was a large white bra. He picked it up and found the
tag on the side and read it outloud: ``36D, this must be one of
mom's." He proceeded to fold it so the two cups were aligned and then
folded the straps and placed them on the cups.
``I guess I'll do all the bras first," he said, and picked out a black
one which was somewhat smaller. The tag said 36C and so he decided it
was Janice's. He folded it and put it down next to the white one. He
then proceeded to find five more D cup sized bras, three black and two
white. They were all the same brand, having just a bit of lace trim on
the top and sides of the cups. Janice had 6 more bras which tended to
be of three different brands. Some were front and some were back
closure and only two of them were white. Two had a bold floral pattern
and one was light blue and one was yellow. Ann's bras were the easiest
to identify since they were all plain jockey brand without any lace or
ornamentation.
He found many panties of all kinds and types. Some looked relatively
new and some were kind of worn. The latter often had permanent stains
in the crotch area. ``I guess its from some sort of discharges girls
have. I'll have to ask the club members." Scattered in the laundry
were a couple of girdles. These had attached garters, a lace panel in
the front topped by a small bow made of ribbon. They were both white
and one of them had a side zipper. There were several slips, both full
and half. A very pretty powder blue one caught Blake's eye and he held
it up in front of him and imagined the feel of it on his body. He then
remembered that the day after next he would be getting his own girls
clothes and felt a surge of ecstasy.
His 'clit' was very much extended and he felt a passionate need to
relieve himself, like the club members had done for him. He took the
zippered girdle, one of his mom's black bras and Janice's blue bra and
blue slip and went into the downstairs bathroom which had a large wall
length mirror. He locked the door, and took off his shirt and pants
revealing his own bra and panty. He took his bra off, and then put on
his mothers black one. The cups were large and empty and he tried to
imagine his mother's breasts filling them up. Then he took it off and
tried on Janice's blue bra. The C cups were still very large and he
took off his socks and stuffed them in the cups. He then quickly put
the girdle on, squirming a bit to fit it up over his hips. He then
zipped up the side and looked in the mirror. He felt very womanly as
he minced a few steps back and forth. He then put the slip on and sat
down on the closed toilet seat to admire the reflections of the pretty
clothes in the mirror. Carefully, he put a little soap on his hand and
then reached under the slip and under the girdle and into his panties
until he had found his `clit.' He started rubbing it slowly back and
forth while admiring his view of the girdle peeking out from beneath
the slip. The set of double straps over his arms and the combined
effect of the lace of the large bra and the slip make him feel faint.
After a minute he found himself ejaculating. He aimed it into his hand
and avoided getting any moisture on the slip or girdle. After washing
his hand off he once again sat down, closed his eyes and rested for a
few minutes.
By the time his mom came back he had six separate piles of laundry. He
was holding Janice's clothes in his arms to take them up to her room
when she and his mom walked in the door. Janice noticed that the pile
of clothes he was carrying were her own, since she could see the blue
and floral bras clearly visible on top. Seeing her puzzled expression,
Blake's mom said, ``Blake was a good boy and helped Ann fold the
clothing. Where's Ann, Blake?"
``Oh, she left right after you did."
``You mean that you folded all the clothes yourself?"
```Yes."
``It looks like you did a very good job. But how did you know how to
sort the bras and panties?"
``By size. Ann told me that you wear a D cup and Janice is a C cup. I
hope I folded them correctly. I wasn't so sure about whose panties are
whose but I think I might have them correct. I just guessed that the
smaller sized slips were Janice's and divided them that way. And, am I
right in assuming that the two girdles are yours mom?"
``Well you don't think that I'd be wearing a girdle!" Janice laughed.
``I'm really impressed at how nicely you did your job. You can put
those things directly in my drawers."
``I don't which ones they go in."
``I'll show you in a minute when I go upstairs."
``Blake even knows about hand washing lingerie," his mom said to
Janice.
``Really now! I wish I had the time to hand wash my bras," Janice
said, ``since the machine is really hard on the underwire." Suddenly,
Janice's face lit up and she said impulsively. ``Blake, I'd be willing
to pay you five dollars a week to wash my bras and slips every week in
the sink. I'm sure you could use the money and it would help me out at
the same time."
Blake blushed at the idea and looked at his mom. ``Now Janice, just
because Blake is helpful this one time, doesn't mean he wants to
involve himself with your underwear every week. What kind of job is it
for a young man to be taking care of his sister's bras!"
``Let him speak for himself, mom."
Blake looked from one to the other. It seemed to him that he would
like doing the job. Besides the money, it would help him feel like one
of the girls in the house, which was good practice for when he played
with the club members. ``I would like the job, so long as you don't
tell Ann about it. She's liable to tease me, and even hit me. Before,
she hit hurt my arm and punched me hard in the stomach."
``I'll have a word with her," his mom said.
``Please don't. She's liable to get even meaner and hurt me even more.
I think I will just try and avoid her and hope that that makes things
better."
``Blake, she is just your little sister, you shouldn't be afraid of
her," Janice said.
``I don't know, she is stronger than me now, or at least she's not
afraid to go after me."
``Mom, let me talk to Ann, since I know she listens to me, and I'll try
and convince her to be nicer to Blake," Janice said.
``Perhaps thats a good idea."
``I'm sure it is. Now Blake, come with me and I'll show you how to put
my clothes away."
Blake followed Janice up to her bedroom carrying the pile of clean
laundry. ``Now, this drawer here is for my bras, panties and
stockings." She pointed to the second drawer from the top of her oak
dresser. Blake opened it up and saw that there was a large colorful
arrangement of underclothes in it. He took the laundered bras and
panties and put them neatly in their respective locations.
``I was wondering Janice if each of your bras has a matching panty? I
mean, take these really nice rose floral bras. I would think that you
would want to wear a special matching panty with them?"
``No, Blake, there wasn't any matching panties when I bought them. But
as a general rule, one would think there should be."
Janice than showed him where to put the slips and pullover tops in
other chest drawers. She also showed him where to hang up her blouses,
skirts and dresses in the closet. ``You are an efficient little maid,"
she joked to Blake as she watched him put everything away neatly. When
he was done, she told him to sit down next to her on the bed, for a
little brother sister chat.
``What's up Janice."
``Can I be honest with you Blake?"
``Of course, Janice. What's the matter?" Blake sounded alarmed.
``Oh, there is nothing to be alarmed about. I'm just feeling a little
bit awkward about having asked you to wash my bras in the sink." She
turned and looked at him directly. ``Blake, I am wondering if you have
ever heard about cross-dressers?"
``What do you mean Janice? I'm not exactly sure what they are."
``They are boys who like to dress up in their mom's or sister's
clothes."
``What has that to do with me?" Blake's heart was racing a mile a
minute. He tried to think how Janice could have found out what he done
earlier in the bathroom, or if maybe she could see his bra through his
top.
``Not necessarily anything to do with you, Blake. I'm just thinking
that it might not be such a good idea for a boy to wash a girls
underwear if he was that sort of person. You know it would be a great
temptation for him to play dressups and so forth."
``Oh, Janice, you shouldn't worry about that. If I wore girls clothes,
I guess I wouldn't be any more tempted by washing them. I would would
want to dress up all the time anyway."
Blake said this with a bit too much passion, and he decided he better
not say anything else.
``OK, Blake, I'm glad to hear that you wouldn't find it to be a
temptation. Its not that I would not like a boy who cross-dressed, in
fact, I sometimes think that such boys would be a lot of fun to have as
a boy friend. I mean they might be a lot more sympathetic to girls,
more understanding and appreciative of what girls have to go through.
A girl would get the best of both worlds from them, if you know what I
mean."
``I think I do," Blake said, feeling suddenly very happy.
``Anyway, then we have a deal: I'll give you 5 dollars a week to wash
my bras, stockings, slips and panties. I'll put them in that basket
over there, and whenever you see that it is full, you can wash them in
the sink and then hang them up to dry in the bathroom. When they are
dry, you can fold them and then put them back in my drawer. How's
that?"
``That sounds super, so from now on you can count on me."
``Here's 5 dollars in advance for the coming week!"
When Blake left the room, he wondered if Janice really did think that
he was crossdressing. Apparently not, he concluded, since she had
agreed after all to giving him the job.
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Later that night, after dinner, Blake's dad got a phone call from a
friend telling him that he could have 3 great seats to the season
opening Orioles baseball game. Excitedly, his dad found Barry and told
him the good news. Then he went to tell Blake who was helping his
mother clean up the dinner dishes.
``Blake. Great news! You, Barry and I are going to the baseball game
this Saturday afternoon!"
``Um, Saturday afternoon, dad, I, um have already made plans." Blake
stammered.
``Well cancel them. This is a chance of a lifetime!"
``But dad, I can't disappoint my friends."
``What is it you have to do which is so important?"
``I have to go shopping."
``Shopping? Whats so important about shopping? You can do that any
time."
``But Saturday is the only time they can all go."
``Who are `they'?"
``My new friends."
``You mean to say that you are going shopping with a bunch of girls,
and that that is more important than going to the opening baseball
game. The president will be throwing out the first ball!!"
His dad looked at him like he was crazy. Blake felt like hiding.
``Its for the wedding. I have to get my usher's suit. Mrs. O'Connor
wants to buy it for me and they are all counting on my going."
As he was saying this, Ann came in the kitchen. ``What this all
about?"
``Your brother would rather shop with the girls than go to the season
opener at the ballpark."
``Jesus, what a sissy dad. Take me. I want to go. I love baseball.
You'll never catch me shopping with the girls down at the mall!"
``Don't call your brother a sissy," Blake's dad said, somewhat
unconvincingly. ``Are you sure you won't go Blake?"
``I'm sorry dad. It's OK, take Ann, she really wants to go."
``OK Blake, but I don't know what kind of spell those girls have cast
over you!"
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4. Chapter
Saturday morning promptly at 10 Blake arrived at Kathy's house. His
anxiety as to what was to come this day was dispelled the moment she
warmly greeted him at the door. ``Come on up to my bathroom, Pamela,
Janet is already waiting for you with a hot bubble bath! We want to
start you off nice and relaxed!"
Blake climbed the stairs and entered the steamy bathroom. Janet was
just shutting off the water to the tub. ``Come on in, Pam!" she said
excitedly while giving him a hug. ``Take off your clothes and get in
the water. I'm going to give you a bath! I don't want to get my
clothes wet so I hope you don't mind if I undress also!" As Blake took
off his shirt, pants and socks, Janet pulled off her top and wiggled
out of her blue jeans. They were both then wearing their bras and
panties. With a little giggle at each other they unfastened their bras
and hung them on hooks on the back of the door along with the rest of
their clothes. ``I'll leave my panties on, since I'm having my period
now," Janet said. Blake then climbed out of his panties and stepped
into the water. He was swallowed up in the thick layer of perfumey
suds. Janet leaned down on her knees outside the tub next to him.
Blake noticed the prominent nipples of her breasts which were just at
eye level only a foot away from him. He looked coyly at Janet and she
laughed and said, ``why are you blushing Pamela?"
``Oh, nothing."
``Are you excited about your big day?" He nodded his head and looked up
at her eyes. She was extraordinarily pretty. Her eyes captivated
Blake with their warmth. ``First thing is to shampoo your hair." She
squirted some very fragrant shampoo out of a bottle into her hand and
then lathered up Blakes hair. Her breasts bounced slightly as she ran
her firm fingers into his scalp. While she did this she told him all
about bubble baths; about the foaming beads she had put in the water to
give it a sexy oily feeling. She told him how girls love to lie back
in the fragrant water and let their skin soften by soaking up the
bathing oils.
Dreamily she said, ``you have such nice thick hair, Pamela. When it is
long, I know I'm going to be so jealous of you."
``Why Janet?"
``Because my hair is too wispy."
``Oh, no, I think your hair is really beautiful."
``Well, I have to work hard to get it to look full bodied. Now, let me
rinse the shampoo out." Janet picked up a hand held nozzle, turned on
the water and proceeded to take the soap out of Blake's hair. When she
was all done she squirted some water in his face that made him laugh.
``Now turn the other way and let me wash off your back." She picked up
a loofa and gently washed his back. He helped her by getting on all
fours, and she washed around his bottom and `clit'. ``It looks like
you have some leg hair that I'll have to shave. It's not too much, but
girls really should have smooth legs." After directing him to raise his
leg out of the water and resting his heel on the side, she took a
round, bright purple Flicker razor and proceeded to shave his legs
smooth. ``I'm also going to take a bit off from your underarms and
your face." She delicately used the razor to cut off any hairs she
could find. When she was done she raised the drain stop and then
rinsed Blake off with the hose while he stood in the tub.
When he stepped out she wrapped a large pink towel around him just
under his arms, and tied a smaller pink towel around his head to dry
his hair. Then she called to Kathy in the next room that they were
ready. Kathy came in carrying a paper bag. ``So, are we all ready to
become a lovely girl?" she asked Blake. ``Here is a clean pair of my
panties which you can borrow for today."
Blake took the delicate pair of pale pink nylon lycra bikini panties
and put them on. ``These have high cut sides and a full back," she
said. ``I like the way they look on you Pam."
Kathy then reached into the bag and took out two boxes which she put
down on the counter. Opening one of them, Blake saw that it held a
single breast form. Kathy took it out and held it up to Blakes chest.
``Oh look, Janet its just the perfect color for Pamela." Indeed, the
breast coloration seemed identical to Blake's pale skinned chest.
``Pamela, these are the newest development in mastectomy breast forms;
they are so life-like that they are hard to tell from the real thing.
To put it on, we use a little coating of this special kind of glue,
which will hold the form in place for about a week. If you want to get
it off before then you just have to apply a bit of rubbing alcohol to
the sides of it, which then works its way underneath dissolving the
glue and then it falls right off. The glue itself is made from a
vegetable base and is completely non-toxic. There is also another
wonderful feature, which has just been developed for these forms. I'll
show you as we put them on."
Kathy then applied some glue to the bottom of the form. ``Pamela, you
see there is a little clip on the back of the form which you have to
make sure goes right over your nipple when you put it on." She placed
the form against Blake's chest while demonstrating how the clip worked.
The form was a little cold but his body quickly adjusted to the
temperature. Though it was just an A cup size, slightly smaller than
Janet's breasts, it stood out noticeably from his otherwise flat chest.
The breast had a large life like nipple which also stood out
prominently. After holding the breast against him for a minute, Kathy
said that the glue was now set, and the breast would be securely on.
She then repeated the procedure with the other breast. When she was
done, Janet applied some powder to the area around his breasts so that
any trace of the artificiality of his breasts was hidden.
Finally, Kathy said, ``Look in the mirror Pamela! Now, you are really
Pamela!"
The image greeting Blake in the mirror was of a very pretty young
girl's chest. Not very buxom, but sweet looking and delicate. Blake's
eyes welled up with tears. ``I can't thank you enough."
``Pamela, we haven't even shown you the best part yet!"
She reached over and gently squeezed the nipples of his two breasts.
``Wow, I feel like my nipples are being touched!"
``You see Pamela, these breast forms have a built in device which
translates any squeezing of the nipples down to your own. So for
example, suppose a boy was fondling you, assuming you wanted him to!,
then you would get all the pleasure just like we do. Here, feel this!"
Kathy gently rolled her fingers around the nipples and Blake started to
feel waves of pleasure. He began softly moaning. ``OK, enough of that
for now!" Kathy said, ``We still have a few more important things to do
before the rest of the girls get here!"
Kathy and Janet had Blake sit down in front of a mirrored vanity in the
outer part of the bathroom. The breasts tugged on his chest and swayed
slightly as he moved. While he propped his feet up on a stool they
applied a coating of pearly pink nail polish to his toe nails. While
this was drying they took his hands and proceeded to manicure his nails
and apply the same pink nail polish. His nails had grown out a bit, so
with the glossy pink polish, his already rather delicate hands looked
very feminine. The two girls then took a small scissor and trimmed
Blake's eyebrows so that they were relatively thin and feminine. Kathy
then produced one of her old white A cup bras and watched with crossed
fingers as Blake put it on hoping that it would fit. Fortunately, it
was just a tiny bit tight, but not unattractive. Blake's breasts
filled out the cups and he could see his new nipples poking up beneath
the bra material. While he was doing this, Janet had retrieved her bra
and had put it on, as well as the rest of her clothes.
Kathy gave Blake one of her old white pull-over tops to wear. It was a
little snug, so his breasts projected out distinctly from his chest
giving him quite a nice figure. She said, ``considering all the trying
on that you'll have to do today, its best that you wear a skirt which
you can easily unbutton. I've got just the perfect one for you, but
first put on your pantyhose and this slip." She gave Blake the
pantyhose he had worn the other night and a white half slip. He sat
down on the stool and put the pantyhose on. He could see his pink
toenails lined up neatly under the stocking. Janet noticed him
admiring that and said, ``it makes a girl feel really grown up when she
knows that she has to wear stockings or pantyhose."
``I know what you mean Janet. I feel like I'm almost a woman now."
When Kathy came back she was holding a pink wrap-around skirt which he
then put on with her help.
The girls then applied rouge to Blake's cheeks, mascara to his eye
lashes and showed him how to put lipstick on. They brought out the wig
and helped him place it securely on his head and then brushed it until
it had the right look. Kathy got out two silver rings with large
glittering stones and put them on Blake's fingers, one on each hand.
She also put a tennis bracelet around his wrist and a thin gold
necklace with a cameo dangling from it around his neck. ``Now, the
last thing is your purse and shoes." Kathy went to her room and came
back with a pair of white ankle strap pumps and a white purse with a
shoulder strap. Blake put the shoes on and slung the purse strap over
his shoulder. Kathy and Janet exclaimed with excitement, ``Oh, you're
just so perfect looking! This turned out better than we had ever
hoped. I'm sure that you were really meant to be a girl!" Kathy said.
`I'm even jealous of how you look" teased Janet. ``After you get some
really pretty clothes today you are just going to be a terrible boy
killer." The three of them laughed with excitement.
Just that moment, they heard the doorbell and Kathy said, ``Pamela, why
don't you answer the door and let the other girls in!"
Blake nodded in agreement and he went down the stairs with Kathy and
Janet following him. He opened the door and there stood Penny, Karen
and Amy, who took one look at Blake and burst out into excited
comments, ``Oh, how adorable!," ``How sexy and pretty your are,
Pamela," ``My goodness, what a pretty face and figure, and Oh look at
your pretty pink nails" and ``How grown up you are, now." Blake
pirroutted once and excitedly gave each of the girls a hug.
``What's all the commotion?," Mrs. O'Connor said as she came to the
foyer from the kitchen. She was wearing just a short pale yellow
nightie with matching panties. ``Oh, how marvelous!" she exclaimed
when she saw Blake. ``Bl..., I mean Pamela, I can't believe what a
pretty girl you are now! Come let me look at you. Such a pretty face
and look at that bust of yours, you've become such a big girl! The
boys are just going to die when they see you."
The girls and Mrs. O'Connor gazed admiringly at Blake as he stood
holding his hands together in front of him and shyly swayed back and
forth. ``I can't get over what a girl you are, Pamela," Mrs. O'Connor
said. Just as pretty as any of the members of the Girls-Only Club.
And you move so gracefully and feminine. Take off your blouse so I can
see how your breasts look."
Shyly in front of all the girls and Mrs. O'Connor, Blake lifted off
his top revealing his bra with his new breasts in it. ``My, my, my,"
Mrs. O'Connor said, ``what a darling chest! Your breasts look so
natural in that bra! Turn sideways and raise your arms. Thats it,
lift up your hair off your back. My, isn't that so feminine, with your
bra strap running across your back, and your breasts bulging out from
your bra! And look how your nipples are so stiff."
Blake walked back and forth demonstrating how much he had learned about
having girlish mannerisms. His hips gently swayed as he walked over to
the sofa and he sat down gracefully, while tucking his skirt under
himself and then crossing his legs. Mrs. O'Connor walked over and sat
down next to him and commended the girls on their choice of makeup.
``Mom," Kathy said, ``go ahead and touch Pam's breasts." Mrs. O'Connor
gently took hold of one of his breasts. With her fingers she pushed
against the nipple through the bra and immediately Blake let out a soft
moan. ``You see, Mom, he has the new breasts which transfer the
feeling right through."
``They certainly are effective!" She kept on slowly massaging Blake's
nipples while she spoke with the girls. Blake felt the pleasure
increasing until he closed his eyes and fell into a trance.
Karen noticed Blake's expression and said, ``Pamela is going to be
helpless around the guys. Any guy who gets his hand inside her blouse
is going to get her to melt!" Everyone laughed as Blake sat there
contentedly.
``Well we have a busy day ahead of us," Mrs. O'Connor said interrupted
Blake's reverie, ``I had better go upstairs and get dressed!"
``Mom," Kathy said, ``today is the start of Pam's very first period,
and she needs someone to teach her all about using pads and tampons."
``Oh, I see what you mean," Mrs. O'Connor winked at the girls, ``I
could show Pamela what to do just like I showed you and your sister
when you were pre-teens. Let me take her up to my room while I get
dressed and I'll give her a lesson. We should be ready to leave for
the mall in half an hour."
Blake put back on his top and then Mrs. O'Connor escorted him up to
her room. On the way up the stairs, Beth was coming down to have
breakfast. It was the first time Blake had seen her and she was every
bit as beautiful as her photograph. ``Well if it isn't the Girls-Only
Club!", Beth said seeing the other girls coming up the stairway behind
Blake. ``And this must be Pamela! I've heard so much about the newest
member of the club. My god, you're even prettier than Kathy and mom
were telling me. Oh, and look at her blushing! Pam, may I call you
Pam?, You're just so precious. Brad and I can't thank you enough for
agreeing to be a bridesmaid at our wedding!"
It was clear that Beth had no idea that Pamela was really a boy, and if
Blake had any fears of passing in public as a girl, they were
immediately dispelled by Beth's reaction. ``I can't wait to go."
``Did your family just move to town? I can't remember ever hearing
Kathy or the other girls talk about you until just recently."
Blake was caught by surprise, but luckily Mrs. O'Connor intervened
quickly, ``Pam's family is new to town. Its just amazing how fast she
became friends with the club members. They just really hit it off
great."
``Well, you probably will have to have the bridesmaid dress altered a
bit, since Pamela is a few inches taller than Brad's cousin."
``That's one of the things we were planning to do today." Mrs.
O'Connor said, ``and I think we had better get a move on it!"
With that she continued on up the stairs, and led Blake into her
bedroom and shut the door behind them. She had a large spacious
bedroom with a private bath just like Kathy's. ``I'm going to pretend
that you are either Kathy or Beth to make it easier for me to talk to
you about periods. OK?" Blake nodded his agreement.
``Now, your period is nothing for you to be frightened about. I
realize that you will see some blood coming out, but this is just
nature's way of getting you ready to have babies. All girls experience
some cramping and maybe other symptoms like headache and irritability
so don't be alarmed if any of these things happen to you."
``I won't Mrs. O'Connor."
She led Blake into the bathroom and reached into a cabinet and took out
a large package of maxipads. ``Here, take one of these," she said
offering the box to Blake. He reached in and took out one of the pads
which were individually wrapped in pink plastic pouches. ``Now I'll
teach you how to use this to catch the blood. First let me show you
how I wear them. I'm near the end of my period and am wearing one
right now. First you sit down on the toilet seat." Mrs. O'Connor sat
down and lifted up her short nightie and pulled down her panties
revealing a pad with some traces of blood in it. ``You see, there
isn't much blood here, not enough to change pads yet. See how the pad
is held in my panties? Now you sit down and see if you can put in a
pad."
Blake walked over to the toilet and was immediately confused as to
whether he should lift his skirt up or take it off before sitting down.
``What should I do? Take off my skirt or lift it up?"
``Well Pamela you can do which ever is most comfortable depending on
the outfit. If you are careful you can just lift up your skirt, but
make sure you don't get any blood on it! That would be very
embarrassing! If that doesn't seem possible then you can take it off."
Blake decided he would try lifting up the skirt. He raised it from the
bottom over his waist and then realized he had to get the slip also.
This he managed to also pick up. Then holding the skirt and slip up in
one hand, he used his other to lower his pantyhose and panties until
they were down to his knees. He then sat down on the seat.
``Now open up one of the pouches."
Blake did as he was instructed and took out a long white pad folded in
three sections with a strip of wax paper covering some adhesive. ``Now
remember to save the pouch so that you can dispose of the used pad when
done. Now pull off the strip and carefully place the pad in your
panties." Mrs. O'Connor guided Blakes hand so that the pad was
positioned in just the right place. ``Now press it in firmly. Very
good. I think you've got the hang of it. It'll take a little getting
used to wearing it. For example, you'll feel the lump of the pad in
your panties pressing against your vagina while you walk. But
eventually you'll be entirely accustomed to it."
``I think I understand how to use the pads. I guess I should carry a
few in my purse?"
``Yes, of course. And you realize that you can use some of the thinner
pads when you think that your period might be about to start. That way
you won't have an accident. At night, there are some really large pads
that you can use to catch the heavy bleeding that you might have over a
long period."
``But what about tampons? When are they used?"
``Obviously, you can't use them, but I agree that you should know about
them since all girls do. Kathy and the other younger girls usually use
these, so why don't I ask if one of them would come in here and give
you a lesson on them."
Mrs. O'Connor left to go to Kathy's room to speak to the girls.
``Pamela needs to learn about tampons, and we are wondering if any of
you are having your period now and could give her a little
demonstration?"
``Mrs. O'Connor, I'm wearing one right now and I was going to be
changing it soon," Penny said. ``I'll be happy to show Pam what to
do."
``Me too," said Janet. ``I'll come along also."
With this, Penny, Janet and Mrs. O'Connor went back to Blake who was
still sitting on the toilet seat.
``You can pull up your panties and pantyhose, Pamela, I think we are
all done with the pads." Mrs. O'Connor said.
``OK," Blake said as he got up and did as she said. ``I can feel the
pad. But its not uncomfortable."
``Good. They really aren't that much of a nuisance. Now Penny and
Janet are each going to show you how they use tampons."
Penny unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs revealing her
delicate white panties. She lowered these and then sat down on the
toilet seat. Blake could see her pubic hair with a white string
dangling out. ``See, the first thing I do is pull out the old tampon
using this string. Why don't you do it, Pam, so you can see what it
feels like."
Very gingerly, Blake took hold of the string and pulled it. The tampon
didn't move. ``It won't move!"
``Yes it will if you give it more force. Don't be afraid to really
pull on it."
This time Blake pulled harder and it started to move out. ``Its
moving!" Blake cried and the two girls and Mrs. O'Connor laughed. He
kept on pulling until it suddenly came out. It was covered with a
little blood and Penny quickly covered it with tissue paper. ``Now we
just put that in the trash, never in the toilet. Now I take a new
tampon and put it in." She took a tampon out of her purse, took off the
wrapper and handed it to Blake to look at. `You see it has an
applicator which you put into your vagina and then push out the tampon
into yourself, leaving the string to dangle outside." She proceeded to
insert it and with expert fingers was done in a couple of seconds.
``Now you can throw out the applicator."
``Why don't you try the whole procedure on me," said Janet. ``I'll
just sit here and you do everything."
``OK, I'll try it." Penny stood up and pulled back up her panties and
jeans. Then Janet unzipped her pants, pulled them down with her
panties and sat on the seat with her legs spread wide. Blake then very
delicately kneeled in front of her and pulled out the tampon, put it in
some tissue and threw it out. Then he took a fresh tampon and inserted
it slowly into Janet's vagina.
Janet winced slightly and Blake said with some alarm, ``I'm not hurting
you am I?"
``No, no, Blake, its just very sensitive, particularly when someone
else is touching my vagina. You must know that also!"
The tampon applicator was now half in and Blake continued pushing on
it. Finally it reached the right spot and Janet said, ``that's
perfect! Now push in the tampon and take out the applicator." Blake
did as he was told and then with evident pride said, ``OK, all done.
I'm so happy I didn't hurt you!"
``You really are a fast learner Pamela. Someday, maybe you will
actually be using tampons instead of pads! For example, if you want to
go swimming during your period they are essential."
Mrs. O'Connor added, ``Of course, girls tend to check up on their pads
when they go to the bathroom. And I suppose you realize that from now
on you have to pee sitting down just like a girl! You must remember to
clean off your vagina with some tissue paper after you pee. Do you
have to pee now? If so, we can make sure you do it right."
Blake nodded his head yes.
``Good. Now you can also show the girls how you have learned to lift
up your skirt." Blake repeated his earlier lesson by raising his skirt
and sat down again on the toilet. He sat there for a minute or two
trying to pee with the two girls and Mrs. O'Connor watching him.
``Well, Pamela, do you have to pee or not. Hurry up now." Mrs.
O'Connor said.
``I'm trying," Blake said.
Mrs. O'Connor started talking to the two girls about school, in
particular whether they had heard about the results of the tryouts for
the cheerleading squad which had just been held. All the girls in the
club had auditioned. After another minute Karen, Kathy and Amy came
into the room to see what was happening. Blake sat there on the toilet
trying desperately to pee with now all five girls and Mrs. O'Connor
standing next to him.
``How was your lesson Pamela?," asked Karen.
``I think I understand what to do with my pads. Mrs. O'Connor was
just teaching me how to pee like a girl."
``Yes, come on now Pamela, we don't have all day!" Mrs. O'Connor said.
``I'm sorry. I'm trying to go and I know that I have to go. It'll be
just a minute more."
The girls and Mrs. O'Connor resumed their conversation and Blake felt
even more frustrated. The urge to pee was increasing at the same time
as his `clitoris' had developed a very large erection. He was
embarrassed that the girls were being held up waiting for him.
After several more minutes the conversation lulled and everyone turned
their attention to Blake. He sat there surrounded by all the girls and
Mrs. O'Connor. He now felt a tremendous desire to pee and at the same
time his penis had become very hard and he had no hope of peeing. He
sensed the impatience of everyone, whom he was holding up from starting
the days activities. He was sweating and felt hot with his skirt and
slip bunched up around him. He could feel his bra sticking to his skin
from perspiration. The seconds ticked off in silence.
``I'm trying to go I really am," he said frantically.
``We really do have to be going," Mrs. O'Connor said. ``Why don't you
get up and let me pee, so I can get dressed. Then you can try again."
As Blake reached between his legs to pull up his panties and pantyhose,
the slight pressure on his penis caused him to explode in an
uncontrollable orgasm. He grabbed his penis as the cum shot out in
rapid pulses into his hand, narrowly missing his clothes or any of the
girls. The pleasure he felt was extraordinarily intense, and he gasped
loudly while shouting, ``Oh, my God,...,I'm sorry...I don't know what
happened to me!"
The girls were at first stunned by the sudden excitement but then had
to fight to suppress giggles as Blake frantically attempted to keep his
cum from dripping down onto his clothes.
``Oh, you poor poor dear," Mrs. O'Connor exclaimed. ``We didn't
realize that you were so frightened about peeing in front of us." She
quickly pulled out a tissue from a dispenser and proceeded to clean up
around Blake's thighs and penis. Then she turned on the faucet and led
Blake over to the sink to wash off his hands. ``Kathy, help Pamela get
straightened up so I can get ready to go."
Kathy took Blake by the hand and led him to Mrs. O'Connor's bed where
she helped him pull up his panties and pantyhose, and then smoothed out
his slip and skirt. She got a hairbrush and straightened out his hair.
He could see Mrs. O'Connor sitting on the toilet and in a second he
heard her release a confident stream of pee into the bowl.
``Don't be upset Pamela," Kathy said, ``some girls are very shy about
peeing in front of others. I've even heard that in Japan many of the
girls purposefully keep flushing the toilets so no one can hear them
peeing. Its a terrible waste of water!"
``I guess I've got just so much to learn. I don't know if I'm ever
going to be a girl."
Kathy sat down next to Blake and put her arm over his shoulder.
``There, there Pamela, these are just your very first days of being a
girl. Don't be upset. I'm sure that in the weeks and months ahead
your going to find yourself to be quite the young lady."
``I hope so."
Mrs. O'Connor now came into the bedroom to get dressed. ``Come on
Pamela, you must forget about what happened. Why don't you help me
choose an outfit for today."
``OK, Mrs. O'Connor," Blake said getting up.
``First we have to pick out a bra and panties from my drawer." She
pointed to the second drawer of her dresser. Blake opened it up and
saw that it was filled with several piles of bras on one side and
panties on the other.
She took off her nightie and its matching panties and place them on the
bed and came back to stand next to Blake totally naked. He couldn't
help but notice her exquisite figure and large breasts topped with
nipples almost as large as those on a baby bottle. He felt his heart
racing as she said, ``what do you think? Perhaps the light blue bra?"
Blake saw the bra in question and picked it up. ``Yes, it is nice."
The bra had very large cups like his mom's bras, but must have been
much more expensive since the cups were entirely lace and very shear.
Part way down the panty pile he saw a light blue pair and asked, ``are
those the matching panties?"
``Yes they are."
``Oh, good then this is the perfect set to wear today."
``Help me on with the bra."
Blake arranged the bra and held it out for Mrs. O'Connor to slip her
arms through it. She then turned around and Blake clipped the back on
the first set of hooks.
``No, it should go in the middle hooks."
``I'm sorry," Blake said as he adjusted the straps. He then gave her
the panties which she stepped into and pulled up.
``I think I'll wear jeans today and you can select a blouse for me from
the next drawer down." She put on a pair of jeans she had hanging over
the end of a chair while Blake closed the bra and panty drawer and
opened the next one. On the right was stockings and pantyhose and on
the left a neat pile of tops. He saw that there was a light blue one
which he took out and gave to Mrs. O'Connor. She put it on and tucked
the blouse into her pants.
``How do I look?"
``Oh, so very pretty Mrs. O'Connor. Just beautiful!"
``So, I'll just put on some shoes and we'll all be ready to go to the
mall!"
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4 _The_Girls-Only_Club___________________________________________by_Pamela__
4. Chapter
Saturday morning promptly at 10 Blake arrived at Kathy's house. His
anxiety as to what was to come this day was dispelled the moment she
warmly greeted him at the door. ``Come on up to my bathroom, Pamela,
Janet is already waiting for you with a hot bubble bath! We want to
start you off nice and relaxed!"
Blake climbed the stairs and entered the steamy bathroom. Janet was
just shutting off the water to the tub. ``Come on in, Pam!" she said
excitedly while giving him a hug. ``Take off your clothes and get in
the water. I'm going to give you a bath! I don't want to get my
clothes wet so I hope you don't mind if I undress also!" As Blake took
off his shirt, pants and socks, Janet pulled off her top and wiggled
out of her blue jeans. They were both then wearing their bras and
panties. With a little giggle at each other they unfastened their bras
and hung them on hooks on the back of the door along with the rest of
their clothes. ``I'll leave my panties on, since I'm having my period
now," Janet said. Blake then climbed out of his panties and stepped
into the water. He was swallowed up in the thick layer of perfumey
suds. Janet leaned down on her knees outside the tub next to him.
Blake noticed the prominent nipples of her breasts which were just at
eye level only a foot away from him. He looked coyly at Janet and she
laughed and said, ``why are you blushing Pamela?"
``Oh, nothing."
``Are you excited about your big day?" He nodded his head and looked up
at her eyes. She was extraordinarily pretty. Her eyes captivated
Blake with their warmth. ``First thing is to shampoo your hair." She
squirted some very fragrant shampoo out of a bottle into her hand and
then lathered up Blakes hair. Her breasts bounced slightly as she ran
her firm fingers into his scalp. While she did this she told him all
about bubble baths; about the foaming beads she had put in the water to
give it a sexy oily feeling. She told him how girls love to lie back
in the fragrant water and let their skin soften by soaking up the
bathing oils.
Dreamily she said, ``you have such nice thick hair, Pamela. When it is
long, I know I'm going to be so jealous of you."
``Why Janet?"
``Because my hair is too wispy."
``Oh, no, I think your hair is really beautiful."
``Well, I have to work hard to get it to look full bodied. Now, let me
rinse the shampoo out." Janet picked up a hand held nozzle, turned on
the water and proceeded to take the soap out of Blake's hair. When she
was all done she squirted some water in his face that made him laugh.
``Now turn the other way and let me wash off your back." She picked up
a loofa and gently washed his back. He helped her by getting on all
fours, and she washed around his bottom and `clit'. ``It looks like
you have some leg hair that I'll have to shave. It's not too much, but
girls really should have smooth legs." After directing him to raise his
leg out of the water and resting his heel on the side, she took a
round, bright purple Flicker razor and proceeded to shave his legs
smooth. ``I'm also going to take a bit off from your underarms and
your face." She delicately used the razor to cut off any hairs she
could find. When she was done she raised the drain stop and then
rinsed Blake off with the hose while he stood in the tub.
When he stepped out she wrapped a large pink towel around him just
under his arms, and tied a smaller pink towel around his head to dry
his hair. Then she called to Kathy in the next room that they were
ready. Kathy came in carrying a paper bag. ``So, are we all ready to
become a lovely girl?" she asked Blake. ``Here is a clean pair of my
panties which you can borrow for today."
Blake took the delicate pair of pale pink nylon lycra bikini panties
and put them on. ``These have high cut sides and a full back," she
said. ``I like the way they look on you Pam."
Kathy then reached into the bag and took out two boxes which she put
down on the counter. Opening one of them, Blake saw that it held a
single breast form. Kathy took it out and held it up to Blakes chest.
``Oh look, Janet its just the perfect color for Pamela." Indeed, the
breast coloration seemed identical to Blake's pale skinned chest.
``Pamela, these are the newest development in mastectomy breast forms;
they are so life-like that they are hard to tell from the real thing.
To put it on, we use a little coating of this special kind of glue,
which will hold the form in place for about a week. If you want to get
it off before then you just have to apply a bit of rubbing alcohol to
the sides of it, which then works its way underneath dissolving the
glue and then it falls right off. The glue itself is made from a
vegetable base and is completely non-toxic. There is also another
wonderful feature, which has just been developed for these forms. I'll
show you as we put them on."
Kathy then applied some glue to the bottom of the form. ``Pamela, you
see there is a little clip on the back of the form which you have to
make sure goes right over your nipple when you put it on." She placed
the form against Blake's chest while demonstrating how the clip worked.
The form was a little cold but his body quickly adjusted to the
temperature. Though it was just an A cup size, slightly smaller than
Janet's breasts, it stood out noticeably from his otherwise flat chest.
The breast had a large life like nipple which also stood out
prominently. After holding the breast against him for a minute, Kathy
said that the glue was now set, and the breast would be securely on.
She then repeated the procedure with the other breast. When she was
done, Janet applied some powder to the area around his breasts so that
any trace of the artificiality of his breasts was hidden.
Finally, Kathy said, ``Look in the mirror Pamela! Now, you are really
Pamela!"
The image greeting Blake in the mirror was of a very pretty young
girl's chest. Not very buxom, but sweet looking and delicate. Blake's
eyes welled up with tears. ``I can't thank you enough."
``Pamela, we haven't even shown you the best part yet!"
She reached over and gently squeezed the nipples of his two breasts.
``Wow, I feel like my nipples are being touched!"
``You see Pamela, these breast forms have a built in device which
translates any squeezing of the nipples down to your own. So for
example, suppose a boy was fondling you, assuming you wanted him to!,
then you would get all the pleasure just like we do. Here, feel this!"
Kathy gently rolled her fingers around the nipples and Blake started to
feel waves of pleasure. He began softly moaning. ``OK, enough of that
for now!" Kathy said, ``We still have a few more important things to do
before the rest of the girls get here!"
Kathy and Janet had Blake sit down in front of a mirrored vanity in the
outer part of the bathroom. The breasts tugged on his chest and swayed
slightly as he moved. While he propped his feet up on a stool they
applied a coating of pearly pink nail polish to his toe nails. While
this was drying they took his hands and proceeded to manicure his nails
and apply the same pink nail polish. His nails had grown out a bit, so
with the glossy pink polish, his already rather delicate hands looked
very feminine. The two girls then took a small scissor and trimmed
Blake's eyebrows so that they were relatively thin and feminine. Kathy
then produced one of her old white A cup bras and watched with crossed
fingers as Blake put it on hoping that it would fit. Fortunately, it
was just a tiny bit tight, but not unattractive. Blake's breasts
filled out the cups and he could see his new nipples poking up beneath
the bra material. While he was doing this, Janet had retrieved her bra
and had put it on, as well as the rest of her clothes.
Kathy gave Blake one of her old white pull-over tops to wear. It was a
little snug, so his breasts projected out distinctly from his chest
giving him quite a nice figure. She said, ``considering all the trying
on that you'll have to do today, its best that you wear a skirt which
you can easily unbutton. I've got just the perfect one for you, but
first put on your pantyhose and this slip." She gave Blake the
pantyhose he had worn the other night and a white half slip. He sat
down on the stool and put the pantyhose on. He could see his pink
toenails lined up neatly under the stocking. Janet noticed him
admiring that and said, ``it makes a girl feel really grown up when she
knows that she has to wear stockings or pantyhose."
``I know what you mean Janet. I feel like I'm almost a woman now."
When Kathy came back she was holding a pink wrap-around skirt which he
then put on with her help.
The girls then applied rouge to Blake's cheeks, mascara to his eye
lashes and showed him how to put lipstick on. They brought out the wig
and helped him place it securely on his head and then brushed it until
it had the right look. Kathy got out two silver rings with large
glittering stones and put them on Blake's fingers, one on each hand.
She also put a tennis bracelet around his wrist and a thin gold
necklace with a cameo dangling from it around his neck. ``Now, the
last thing is your purse and shoes." Kathy went to her room and came
back with a pair of white ankle strap pumps and a white purse with a
shoulder strap. Blake put the shoes on and slung the purse strap over
his shoulder. Kathy and Janet exclaimed with excitement, ``Oh, you're
just so perfect looking! This turned out better than we had ever
hoped. I'm sure that you were really meant to be a girl!" Kathy said.
`I'm even jealous of how you look" teased Janet. ``After you get some
really pretty clothes today you are just going to be a terrible boy
killer." The three of them laughed with excitement.
Just that moment, they heard the doorbell and Kathy said, ``Pamela, why
don't you answer the door and let the other girls in!"
Blake nodded in agreement and he went down the stairs with Kathy and
Janet following him. He opened the door and there stood Penny, Karen
and Amy, who took one look at Blake and burst out into excited
comments, ``Oh, how adorable!," ``How sexy and pretty your are,
Pamela," ``My goodness, what a pretty face and figure, and Oh look at
your pretty pink nails" and ``How grown up you are, now." Blake
pirroutted once and excitedly gave each of the girls a hug.
``What's all the commotion?," Mrs. O'Connor said as she came to the
foyer from the kitchen. She was wearing just a short pale yellow
nightie with matching panties. ``Oh, how marvelous!" she exclaimed
when she saw Blake. ``Bl..., I mean Pamela, I can't believe what a
pretty girl you are now! Come let me look at you. Such a pretty face
and look at that bust of yours, you've become such a big girl! The
boys are just going to die when they see you."
The girls and Mrs. O'Connor gazed admiringly at Blake as he stood
holding his hands together in front of him and shyly swayed back and
forth. ``I can't get over what a girl you are, Pamela," Mrs. O'Connor
said. Just as pretty as any of the members of the Girls-Only Club.
And you move so gracefully and feminine. Take off your blouse so I can
see how your breasts look."
Shyly in front of all the girls and Mrs. O'Connor, Blake lifted off
his top revealing his bra with his new breasts in it. ``My, my, my,"
Mrs. O'Connor said, ``what a darling chest! Your breasts look so
natural in that bra! Turn sideways and raise your arms. Thats it,
lift up your hair off your back. My, isn't that so feminine, with your
bra strap running across your back, and your breasts bulging out from
your bra! And look how your nipples are so stiff."
Blake walked back and forth demonstrating how much he had learned about
having girlish mannerisms. His hips gently swayed as he walked over to
the sofa and he sat down gracefully, while tucking his skirt under
himself and then crossing his legs. Mrs. O'Connor walked over and sat
down next to him and commended the girls on their choice of makeup.
``Mom," Kathy said, ``go ahead and touch Pam's breasts." Mrs. O'Connor
gently took hold of one of his breasts. With her fingers she pushed
against the nipple through the bra and immediately Blake let out a soft
moan. ``You see, Mom, he has the new breasts which transfer the
feeling right through."
``They certainly are effective!" She kept on slowly massaging Blake's
nipples while she spoke with the girls. Blake felt the pleasure
increasing until he closed his eyes and fell into a trance.
Karen noticed Blake's expression and said, ``Pamela is going to be
helpless around the guys. Any guy who gets his hand inside her blouse
is going to get her to melt!" Everyone laughed as Blake sat there
contentedly.
``Well we have a busy day ahead of us," Mrs. O'Connor said interrupted
Blake's reverie, ``I had better go upstairs and get dressed!"
``Mom," Kathy said, ``today is the start of Pam's very first period,
and she needs someone to teach her all about using pads and tampons."
``Oh, I see what you mean," Mrs. O'Connor winked at the girls, ``I
could show Pamela what to do just like I showed you and your sister
when you were pre-teens. Let me take her up to my room while I get
dressed and I'll give her a lesson. We should be ready to leave for
the mall in half an hour."
Blake put back on his top and then Mrs. O'Connor escorted him up to
her room. On the way up the stairs, Beth was coming down to have
breakfast. It was the first time Blake had seen her and she was every
bit as beautiful as her photograph. ``Well if it isn't the Girls-Only
Club!", Beth said seeing the other girls coming up the stairway behind
Blake. ``And this must be Pamela! I've heard so much about the newest
member of the club. My god, you're even prettier than Kathy and mom
were telling me. Oh, and look at her blushing! Pam, may I call you
Pam?, You're just so precious. Brad and I can't thank you enough for
agreeing to be a bridesmaid at our wedding!"
It was clear that Beth had no idea that Pamela was really a boy, and if
Blake had any fears of passing in public as a girl, they were
immediately dispelled by Beth's reaction. ``I can't wait to go."
``Did your family just move to town? I can't remember ever hearing
Kathy or the other girls talk about you until just recently."
Blake was caught by surprise, but luckily Mrs. O'Connor intervened
quickly, ``Pam's family is new to town. Its just amazing how fast she
became friends with the club members. They just really hit it off
great."
``Well, you probably will have to have the bridesmaid dress altered a
bit, since Pamela is a few inches taller than Brad's cousin."
``That's one of the things we were planning to do today." Mrs.
O'Connor said, ``and I think we had better get a move on it!"
With that she continued on up the stairs, and led Blake into her
bedroom and shut the door behind them. She had a large spacious
bedroom with a private bath just like Kathy's. ``I'm going to pretend
that you are either Kathy or Beth to make it easier for me to talk to
you about periods. OK?" Blake nodded his agreement.
``Now, your period is nothing for you to be frightened about. I
realize that you will see some blood coming out, but this is just
nature's way of getting you ready to have babies. All girls experience
some cramping and maybe other symptoms like headache and irritability
so don't be alarmed if any of these things happen to you."
``I won't Mrs. O'Connor."
She led Blake into the bathroom and reached into a cabinet and took out
a large package of maxipads. ``Here, take one of these," she said
offering the box to Blake. He reached in and took out one of the pads
which were individually wrapped in pink plastic pouches. ``Now I'll
teach you how to use this to catch the blood. First let me show you
how I wear them. I'm near the end of my period and am wearing one
right now. First you sit down on the toilet seat." Mrs. O'Connor sat
down and lifted up her short nightie and pulled down her panties
revealing a pad with some traces of blood in it. ``You see, there
isn't much blood here, not enough to change pads yet. See how the pad
is held in my panties? Now you sit down and see if you can put in a
pad."
Blake walked over to the toilet and was immediately confused as to
whether he should lift his skirt up or take it off before sitting down.
``What should I do? Take off my skirt or lift it up?"
``Well Pamela you can do which ever is most comfortable depending on
the outfit. If you are careful you can just lift up your skirt, but
make sure you don't get any blood on it! That would be very
embarrassing! If that doesn't seem possible then you can take it off."
Blake decided he would try lifting up the skirt. He raised it from the
bottom over his waist and then realized he had to get the slip also.
This he managed to also pick up. Then holding the skirt and slip up in
one hand, he used his other to lower his pantyhose and panties until
they were down to his knees. He then sat down on the seat.
``Now open up one of the pouches."
Blake did as he was instructed and took out a long white pad folded in
three sections with a strip of wax paper covering some adhesive. ``Now
remember to save the pouch so that you can dispose of the used pad when
done. Now pull off the strip and carefully place the pad in your
panties." Mrs. O'Connor guided Blakes hand so that the pad was
positioned in just the right place. ``Now press it in firmly. Very
good. I think you've got the hang of it. It'll take a little getting
used to wearing it. For example, you'll feel the lump of the pad in
your panties pressing against your vagina while you walk. But
eventually you'll be entirely accustomed to it."
``I think I understand how to use the pads. I guess I should carry a
few in my purse?"
``Yes, of course. And you realize that you can use some of the thinner
pads when you think that your period might be about to start. That way
you won't have an accident. At night, there are some really large pads
that you can use to catch the heavy bleeding that you might have over a
long period."
``But what about tampons? When are they used?"
``Obviously, you can't use them, but I agree that you should know about
them since all girls do. Kathy and the other younger girls usually use
these, so why don't I ask if one of them would come in here and give
you a lesson on them."
Mrs. O'Connor left to go to Kathy's room to speak to the girls.
``Pamela needs to learn about tampons, and we are wondering if any of
you are having your period now and could give her a little
demonstration?"
``Mrs. O'Connor, I'm wearing one right now and I was going to be
changing it soon," Penny said. ``I'll be happy to show Pam what to
do."
``Me too," said Janet. ``I'll come along also."
With this, Penny, Janet and Mrs. O'Connor went back to Blake who was
still sitting on the toilet seat.
``You can pull up your panties and pantyhose, Pamela, I think we are
all done with the pads." Mrs. O'Connor said.
``OK," Blake said as he got up and did as she said. ``I can feel the
pad. But its not uncomfortable."
``Good. They really aren't that much of a nuisance. Now Penny and
Janet are each going to show you how they use tampons."
Penny unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs revealing her
delicate white panties. She lowered these and then sat down on the
toilet seat. Blake could see her pubic hair with a white string
dangling out. ``See, the first thing I do is pull out the old tampon
using this string. Why don't you do it, Pam, so you can see what it
feels like."
Very gingerly, Blake took hold of the string and pulled it. The tampon
didn't move. ``It won't move!"
``Yes it will if you give it more force. Don't be afraid to really
pull on it."
This time Blake pulled harder and it started to move out. ``Its
moving!" Blake cried and the two girls and Mrs. O'Connor laughed. He
kept on pulling until it suddenly came out. It was covered with a
little blood and Penny quickly covered it with tissue paper. ``Now we
just put that in the trash, never in the toilet. Now I take a new
tampon and put it in." She took a tampon out of her purse, took off the
wrapper and handed it to Blake to look at. `You see it has an
applicator which you put into your vagina and then push out the tampon
into yourself, leaving the string to dangle outside." She proceeded to
insert it and with expert fingers was done in a couple of seconds.
``Now you can throw out the applicator."
``Why don't you try the whole procedure on me," said Janet. ``I'll
just sit here and you do everything."
``OK, I'll try it." Penny stood up and pulled back up her panties and
jeans. Then Janet unzipped her pants, pulled them down with her
panties and sat on the seat with her legs spread wide. Blake then very
delicately kneeled in front of her and pulled out the tampon, put it in
some tissue and threw it out. Then he took a fresh tampon and inserted
it slowly into Janet's vagina.
Janet winced slightly and Blake said with some alarm, ``I'm not hurting
you am I?"
``No, no, Blake, its just very sensitive, particularly when someone
else is touching my vagina. You must know that also!"
The tampon applicator was now half in and Blake continued pushing on
it. Finally it reached the right spot and Janet said, ``that's
perfect! Now push in the tampon and take out the applicator." Blake
did as he was told and then with evident pride said, ``OK, all done.
I'm so happy I didn't hurt you!"
``You really are a fast learner Pamela. Someday, maybe you will
actually be using tampons instead of pads! For example, if you want to
go swimming during your period they are essential."
Mrs. O'Connor added, ``Of course, girls tend to check up on their pads
when they go to the bathroom. And I suppose you realize that from now
on you have to pee sitting down just like a girl! You must remember to
clean off your vagina with some tissue paper after you pee. Do you
have to pee now? If so, we can make sure you do it right."
Blake nodded his head yes.
``Good. Now you can also show the girls how you have learned to lift
up your skirt." Blake repeated his earlier lesson by raising his skirt
and sat down again on the toilet. He sat there for a minute or two
trying to pee with the two girls and Mrs. O'Connor watching him.
``Well, Pamela, do you have to pee or not. Hurry up now." Mrs.
O'Connor said.
``I'm trying," Blake said.
Mrs. O'Connor started talking to the two girls about school, in
particular whether they had heard about the results of the tryouts for
the cheerleading squad which had just been held. All the girls in the
club had auditioned. After another minute Karen, Kathy and Amy came
into the room to see what was happening. Blake sat there on the toilet
trying desperately to pee with now all five girls and Mrs. O'Connor
standing next to him.
``How was your lesson Pamela?," asked Karen.
``I think I understand what to do with my pads. Mrs. O'Connor was
just teaching me how to pee like a girl."
``Yes, come on now Pamela, we don't have all day!" Mrs. O'Connor said.
``I'm sorry. I'm trying to go and I know that I have to go. It'll be
just a minute more."
The girls and Mrs. O'Connor resumed their conversation and Blake felt
even more frustrated. The urge to pee was increasing at the same time
as his `clitoris' had developed a very large erection. He was
embarrassed that the girls were being held up waiting for him.
After several more minutes the conversation lulled and everyone turned
their attention to Blake. He sat there surrounded by all the girls and
Mrs. O'Connor. He now felt a tremendous desire to pee and at the same
time his penis had become very hard and he had no hope of peeing. He
sensed the impatience of everyone, whom he was holding up from starting
the days activities. He was sweating and felt hot with his skirt and
slip bunched up around him. He could feel his bra sticking to his skin
from perspiration. The seconds ticked off in silence.
``I'm trying to go I really am," he said frantically.
``We really do have to be going," Mrs. O'Connor said. ``Why don't you
get up and let me pee, so I can get dressed. Then you can try again."
As Blake reached between his legs to pull up his panties and pantyhose,
the slight pressure on his penis caused him to explode in an
uncontrollable orgasm. He grabbed his penis as the cum shot out in
rapid pulses into his hand, narrowly missing his clothes or any of the
girls. The pleasure he felt was extraordinarily intense, and he gasped
loudly while shouting, ``Oh, my God,...,I'm sorry...I don't know what
happened to me!"
The girls were at first stunned by the sudden excitement but then had
to fight to suppress giggles as Blake frantically attempted to keep his
cum from dripping down onto his clothes.
``Oh, you poor poor dear," Mrs. O'Connor exclaimed. ``We didn't
realize that you were so frightened about peeing in front of us." She
quickly pulled out a tissue from a dispenser and proceeded to clean up
around Blake's thighs and penis. Then she turned on the faucet and led
Blake over to the sink to wash off his hands. ``Kathy, help Pamela get
straightened up so I can get ready to go."
Kathy took Blake by the hand and led him to Mrs. O'Connor's bed where
she helped him pull up his panties and pantyhose, and then smoothed out
his slip and skirt. She got a hairbrush and straightened out his hair.
He could see Mrs. O'Connor sitting on the toilet and in a second he
heard her release a confident stream of pee into the bowl.
``Don't be upset Pamela," Kathy said, ``some girls are very shy about
peeing in front of others. I've even heard that in Japan many of the
girls purposefully keep flushing the toilets so no one can hear them
peeing. Its a terrible waste of water!"
``I guess I've got just so much to learn. I don't know if I'm ever
going to be a girl."
Kathy sat down next to Blake and put her arm over his shoulder.
``There, there Pamela, these are just your very first days of being a
girl. Don't be upset. I'm sure that in the weeks and months ahead
your going to find yourself to be quite the young lady."
``I hope so."
Mrs. O'Connor now came into the bedroom to get dressed. ``Come on
Pamela, you must forget about what happened. Why don't you help me
choose an outfit for today."
``OK, Mrs. O'Connor," Blake said getting up.
``First we have to pick out a bra and panties from my drawer." She
pointed to the second drawer of her dresser. Blake opened it up and
saw that it was filled with several piles of bras on one side and
panties on the other.
She took off her nightie and its matching panties and place them on the
bed and came back to stand next to Blake totally naked. He couldn't
help but notice her exquisite figure and large breasts topped with
nipples almost as large as those on a baby bottle. He felt his heart
racing as she said, ``what do you think? Perhaps the light blue bra?"
Blake saw the bra in question and picked it up. ``Yes, it is nice."
The bra had very large cups like his mom's bras, but must have been
much more expensive since the cups were entirely lace and very shear.
Part way down the panty pile he saw a light blue pair and asked, ``are
those the matching panties?"
``Yes they are."
``Oh, good then this is the perfect set to wear today."
``Help me on with the bra."
Blake arranged the bra and held it out for Mrs. O'Connor to slip her
arms through it. She then turned around and Blake clipped the back on
the first set of hooks.
``No, it should go in the middle hooks."
``I'm sorry," Blake said as he adjusted the straps. He then gave her
the panties which she stepped into and pulled up.
``I think I'll wear jeans today and you can select a blouse for me from
the next drawer down." She put on a pair of jeans she had hanging over
the end of a chair while Blake closed the bra and panty drawer and
opened the next one. On the right was stockings and pantyhose and on
the left a neat pile of tops. He saw that there was a light blue one
which he took out and gave to Mrs. O'Connor. She put it on and tucked
the blouse into her pants.
``How do I look?"
``Oh, so very pretty Mrs. O'Connor. Just beautiful!"
``So, I'll just put on some shoes and we'll all be ready to go to the
mall!"
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
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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!
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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!"