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http://www.incesttabooo.com/girlclub03.html
The Girls-Only Club
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.
*******************************************
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.
**********************************
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.
*******************************************
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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