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http://www.incesttabooo.com/girlclub10.html
The Girls-Only Club
10. Chapter
The next day Blake went to Kathy's house as early as he
could so he would have time to dress up as perfectly as
possible for the party. He also wanted to be available to
help Mrs. O'Connor in the preparations in case she needed
him.
For the occasion Blake made sure to put his breasts on with
the glue, to shave his legs and do any other little things
to make Pamela as pretty as possible. Kathy and Mrs.
O'Connor both recommended he wear his blue party dress and
he didn't give them any argument about it. He especially
loved its full skirt with the lace trim. He was also very
happy to have the opportunity to wear high heels. His hair
was almost long enough that he didn't need the wig, but he
didn't want anything to go wrong this special day so he put
it on. Kathy insisted he tie a pink ribbon into it, and he
didn't raise an objection about this either. He spent an
extra long time in the mirror applying his makeup. Mrs.
O'Connor and Kathy helped him choose a nice shade of red
lipstick and blush, and helped him with his fingernail and
toenail polish. He had been a little worried that Beth
might walk in on him before his transformation was
complete, but she was always a late sleeper and she didn't
come out of her bedroom for breakfast until Blake was a
very cute looking Pamela.
When he was all ready, he asked Mrs. O'Connor how he could
help with the party. "That's very kind of you to offer
Pamela. There is so much work involved and I would love
your help."
"Great, Mrs. O'Connor, I really want to do something nice
for you for a change!"
"Pamela, just being yourself has been more than enough
payment to me!" Mrs. O'Connor said. "Just to see how
pretty you are and to see you blossoming as a young lady,
is really wonderful. Lord knows you have been through so
much the last couple of weeks, its a miracle you've stuck
with it and have kept your positive spirit."
"Its you and the girls in the club and such nice people as
Diana and Doctor Wentworth which have made the difference!"
They smiled at each other for a few seconds and Blake said,
"so what can I do to help?"
Mrs. O'Connor found a pretty apron for him to put on over
his dress. It was light blue with ruffled edges and had
"Mom's Little Helper" stitched across the chest, with a
picture of a young girl below it. "This one is a little
corny," Mrs. O'Connor said, "but it sort of fits you a
little doesn't it?"
Blake laughed at the joke and put it on. Mrs. O'Connor
tied the string tightly behind his back. She assigned him
some vacuuming and dusting of the living room, where all
the guests would be congregating. He also had to put out
coasters and get the silverware and glassware ready and all
set up. In the kitchen he helped Kathy prepare vegetables
for the dips and helped with some other cooking chores.
While they were working together Kathy said, "its so much
fun having you here helping out, Pamela. You're like a
sister my own age!"
"I really love having this chance to help you and your mom.
I'm so excited about the party. I've never been to a
wedding shower before!"
"Neither have I, Pam!" and they laughed together.
While they were working together, Beth came in to have
breakfast. She was wearing only a very short see-through
nightie and matching panties.
"Good morning, girls" Beth said, smiling at Blake and Kathy
as she helped herself to orange juice.
"Good morning!" they both said in unison.
"You look very pretty today, mom's little helper!" Beth
said.
"Thank you," Blake said blushing and feeling that he was
perhaps dressed a little bit too much like a little girl.
"I'm surprised to see you here so early helping out."
"I had nothing else planned this morning, and I thought it
would be fun to help Kathy and your mom prepare for the
party."
"I'm glad you feel that way. I know how much work it must
be and they won't let me do anything!"
"You're the bride to be, so it would be terrible for you to
have to help!" Blake said.
"I suppose you're right. Anyway I do appreciate your
coming."
"Its no bother at all!"
"Pamela, that's a pretty dress you have on. All those cute
bows and little hearts."
Blake stopped what he was doing for a second to turn around
so she could see the back.
"You must be very happy getting married," Blake said.
"Yes, I am. Brad is such a nice guy. I feel so lucky to
have found him."
"You look so nice together."
"Thank you for saying that. We're both surf bums, I guess
you could say. We love hanging out at the beach!"
"I saw his picture and I couldn't believe how strong he
looks."
"Oh, yes, Brad likes to work out. He's a real jock. Thats
the kind of man I've always been attracted to. The bigger
the muscles, the better. I like real manly men. Men who's
masculinity is just popping out of their skin. You know, a
man who is as far from a sissy as you can imagine. You'd
be surprised how hard it can be to find a hunk like Brad.
So many men today are sort of effeminate sometimes, even
pretty, dressing in slightly feminine clothes. Ugh, that's
not for me."
"Gosh, Beth," Kathy said, "could you answer a question for
me?"
"What, Kathy?"
"Do you like masculine men?" After a second, Beth started
to laugh and was joined in by Kathy.
"Yes, I guess I did get carried away a bit. Anyway, the
bottom line is that a really strong guy makes me feel very
feminine which is how I want to feel."
Blake had fallen silent thinking about what Beth would
think about him. He was about as far from a manly man as a
boy could get. Now he was 'mom's little helper.'
At that moment, the doorbell rang and Kathy went to answer
it. In a minute she came back into the kitchen with the
rest of the girls from the club: Amy, Karen, Penny and
Janet. They were all there to help with the preparations.
After they greeted Beth and wished her well, Beth said,
"I've got all my bridesmaids here together! You are the
most beautiful bunch of girls I've ever seen!" The girls
were wearing dresses in different pastel hues, with
stockings and heels. Among the members of the club, only
Blake's dress had a wide skirt; the other girls had worn
slinkier, more grown up dresses. It didn't bother Blake,
since he felt like the youngest girl anyway and in a sense
he really was.
"Just wait until we all have our bridesmaid dresses on!"
Karen said.
"We can hardly wait for the big day. But you must be so
excited!" Penny added.
"I can hardly sleep at night!"
Mrs. O'Connor came in and assigned each of the girls some
final jobs to do, while Beth went upstairs to get ready for
the party. When they were all done, the six of them sat
down on the sofas in the living room. Amy, Blake and Karen
were on one sofa and Janet, Penny and Kathy were on a
facing one. They were all silent for a few minutes looking
at each other.
"What pretty earrings you have Amy," Penny said, "I just
noticed them."
"Oh, yes," said Kathy, "they really are pretty."
"I borrowed them from my mom. I thought they would match
my dress better than my own."
Blake turned to admire the long dangling gold earrings.
"Are those new shoes Janet?" Kathy asked.
"Yes, my mom took me shopping yesterday. I told her that I
just had to get some new heels for the shower. She gave me
a hard time about it but in the end she gave in."
"I know how that goes," Amy said. "Sometimes its so hard
to get the things we really need."
"Only lucky Pamela got all new clothes!" Janet said.
Blake blushed, "I haven't even worn everything yet! I was
so happy that today I got to wear my blue dress. And
yesterday I got to wear my red skirt and white blouse and I
wore one of my girdles."
"You've got so many girdles Pamela, it'll take you a long
time to get to wear all of them!" Amy teased.
Blake and some of the girls laughed. "Today I'm wearing
pantyhose. I can see a bit what you mean about girdles
being kind of restricting. After two hours yesterday, my
hips felt a bit squeezed in it. I mean it still was a nice
feeling, but it was a bit of a relief to take it off."
"My mom warned you," Kathy said.
"No, no I still really like girdles and I am so happy I
bought several of them. They give me a kind of safe
feeling that I like. Its nice to wear stockings also, then
I don't have to pull down my pantyhose when I pee."
"Don't you pull down the girdle?"
"Well, the french one is open. I found that all I have to
do is pull it up a little higher and then pull down just my
panties. That seems to work well. Of course with my panty
girdles that won't work."
"Are your bras all comfortable?" Janet asked.
"Oh, yes. I've mainly been wearing my Maidenform bras, and
I did wear the Olga bra a couple of days. Pretty soon I
think I would have worn each of them at least once."
Blake looked around and realized that all the girls were
wearing earrings except himself. "Don't you all think I
should get my ears pierced. I just realized that you all
have earrings on."
"By all means, you should, Pam, but thats one thing your
mom and dad will notice right away!" Kathy said.
Janet added "Don't feel bad. Someday I'm sure you'll get
it done. In the meantime you should get some of your own
clip on earrings."
"Tell us how your shopping adventure went Pam," Amy said.
"I got something very pretty for Beth. I sure hope she
likes it."
"How was it like being Pamela all alone with out us to help
you?"
"Well initially I was very scared, but after riding the bus
awhile I started to feel pretty comfortable. I could see
the men admiring me but I didn't flirt with them! Later,
on the way home, I ran into Clifford while I was waiting
for the bus."
"Oh, no!" the girls exclaimed.
"I bet he went right after you," Amy said.
"Well I guess you're right, only it really wasn't so bad.
I was sitting waiting for the bus and he came up to me and
sat down next to me. Before I knew it he gave me a long
kiss which was really kind of dreamy. I think I even asked
him to kiss me again. But then the bus came and I ran off
without telling him where I live or anything."
"Pamela!" Amy said, "how could you kiss a boy like him.
You know what a bully he is. I can't believe you like
him."
"I didn't really have a choice. I mean he is so strong and
he put his arms around me and pulled me toward him. I got
all weak and fluttery, and I thought he was very handsome."
"You're so innocent Pamela! Clifford does that dreamy eye
stuff to any girl he can get his hands on. He's such a
creep that none of us would ever let him touch us!"
Blake looked crestfallen and Amy took his hand. "Ask
yourself one thing. Do you think that Clifford cares about
your mind and what you are thinking?"
Blake thought about this a minute. "I guess not."
"Then do you really want a relationship with a boy like
that? Sure, we girls can get crushes on guys, but someone
like Clifford, who has no other nice values, except his
cute smile is not the sort we like. In the blink of an eye
he would be trying to make love to you, and soon as he did,
he would consider you a tramp and treat you like one. I
bet he'd get all the other boys in the class thinking they
could screw you too. I mean he would just boast to
everybody about how he conquered you!"
"I'm sure your right Amy. And he always was so cruel to me
as Blake. Why should I let him kiss me as Pamela?"
"There are a million boys out there. And many drop dead
gorgeous ones who would fight to have a date with a girl as
pretty as you. You don't have to settle for someone like
him!"
"The next time he sees you as Pamela, I want you to look
him right in the eye and tell him you're not interested in
a relationship! Oh, he'll kick up a ruckus and he'll flex
his big muscles and smile and charm you. Just don't do
anything you really don't want to do!"
"You couldn't have said it better," Kathy added.
"OK, I think you're all right. Next time I see him I'll
try as hard as I can to say no." Blake tried to say this
convincingly, but in his heart he remembered how much he
liked kissing Clifford and especially the feeling of
Clifford's great strength. I must be like Beth, wanting a
very strong man to love. He thought of his father and how
strong he was and also Barry. Maybe this is the way I want
to love my Dad: as Pamela. His reverie was interrupted by
Mrs. O'Connor who had entered the room saying,
"Everything's done! All I've got to do is get dressed.
Pamela, why don't you come up with me and keep me company?"
"I'd love to Mrs. O'Connor!" and Blake got up to follow
her upstairs to her room. Upon entering it, he sat at the
end of her bed, while Mrs. O'Connor stepped out of her
clothes.
"Happy?" she asked.
"Why yes, Mrs. O'Connor, you know that I am!"
Mrs. O'Connor smiled at him, "go get a bra and panties and
some pantyhose for me while I wash up."
Blake went to her drawers and decided which of each she
should wear. He saw her new Olga bras and he picked one of
them. It was a shell color. In the panty drawer he found
a lacy pair which partially matched the bra. Mrs.
O'Connor's stocking drawer had many different colored
stockings so he asked her which she wanted to wear.
"Any pair of nude stockings will do," she called out to
him.
He gathered up a pair of pantyhose and laid it on the bed
along with the bra and panties. He could see Mrs. O'Connor
sitting at her vanity applying makeup and walked over to
her.
"I put your things on the bed."
"Thank you honey," Mrs. O'Connor said.
Blake couldn't help but admire how attractive she looked.
"Mrs. O'Connor you're such a beautiful women. I mean my
mom is just a couple of years older than you, but you look
so much younger than her."
"It's kind of you to say that Pamela. I guess I do really
work hard at keeping trim. Your mom has four kids to look
after. Its very exhausting and I'm sure it doesn't leave
her much time to be beautiful, though I think she really is
quite an attractive women. It's hard being a woman,
Pamela."
"Oh, I know that already. I've had such a hard time with
boys and men and I don't know what's going to become of me.
So many people now know about me being Pamela, I think the
whole town will know soon. Dr. Wentworth told me all
about what to expect and now I'm all mixed-up as to whether
I should be Blake pretending to be Pamela all the time or
else I should have the doctors make me into Pamela
permanently. Beth was telling us how much she prefers
masculine men, like Brad. Part of me feels that way also.
Its like I want to be as pretty as I can be so a big strong
man will come and hold me and kiss me."
"Those are very common feelings for a young girl."
"But don't you see that if I was to be like that, I'd
probably become a real girl, I mean have an operation.
Then, I guess I might find a man to marry me and I could be
his wife. But we couldn't have babies and I so much want
to have a baby."
"I see, its really complicated."
"On the other hand, maybe I could find a very strong woman
who would want to love me as a very feminine girl. I could
not have any surgery, she could have the baby but I would
be the mommy, once she delivered. Only maybe after we have
all the children we want, I could have surgery and become a
real girl."
"That sounds OK also."
"But Mrs. O'Connor," Blake said with emotion, "are there
any women like this? I mean a woman who could love and
respect a man who dresses and acts like a girl?"
Mrs. O'Connor looked earnestly at Blake. "Honey, you don't
know how many times in the last few weeks since you became
Pamela, that I thought how wonderful it would be if only we
were of similar ages. I would have loved to be married to
a man like you, to have you be my girlfriend or wife.
While I wouldn't be really dominant over you, say like your
sister Anne, I would still be happy to take the male role
and let you be just as pretty and feminine as you want to
be."
Overcome with emotion, Blake started to cry, and he ran
into Mrs. O'Connors outstretched arms. They hugged each
other and cried together for they both new that there was a
big age gap and Mrs. O'Connor could never have Blake as
they might wish.
"Someday you'll meet a girl just like that."
"But I'm sure that none of the girls in the club or in my
class at school would ever feel like that."
"Young girls are very caught up in just experiencing their
femininity for the first time. Its exciting to have boys
pursue them and they are really very innocent as to what it
is that makes a good husband. If you look at older women
who have experienced some men, say women in their late
twenties, they are starting to realize that many many men
are not a source of closeness. They are remote and
preoccupied with their careers or sports. Finding a man
who is sensitive and caring is not easy. In fact finding a
man who is like a woman becomes what many women begin to
search for. So maybe in just a few years you'll find that
more and more of your girl friends might start to fall in
love with you as a girl."
"I hope you're right," Blake said.
"If not, you always have the option of finding the right
man."
Mrs. O'Connor had completed her makeup and fixed up around
Blake's eyes where he had cried. He said, "What perfume
will you put on today?"
"What would you like me to put on Pamela?"
"I don't know, let me smell some of these." Blake picked
up a number of bottles one by one and smelled them. There
was "Red Door," "Escada," "L'Air du Temps" and others. "I
really like the Escada," he said after some reflection.
"OK, then I'll wear some of that." Mrs. O'Connor put a few
drops on her neck and in her decolletage and then asked
Blake if he wanted some.
"Sure!"
She put some on his neck and Mrs. O'Connor got very close
to him and smiled at him. They looked into the mirror
together and smiled at each other. Mrs. O'Connor, naked
with her large breasts topped by her puffed up nipples, and
Blake in the lacy dress with his apron still on.
Blake couldn't contain himself and he said, "I love you
Mrs. O'Connor."
She smiled even more and held him tightly to her. "I love
you too Pamela."
They left the bathroom and Mrs. O'Connor began putting on
her bra and then stepped into the panties Blake had
selected. She sat down and put on the panty hose. From
the closet she took out a beautiful light orange pastel
dress and with Blake's help she put it on and zipped it up
her back.
"Its such a pretty dress," Blake said. The two of them got
all their makeup and hair and everything else in perfect
order and Mrs. O'Connor said. "Shall we go down? The
first guests are about to arrive! But first take off your
apron. You can put it back on later if you have to."
Blake turned around so Mrs. O'Connor could undo the knot,
and he took it off. Holding hands they proceeded
downstairs to wait with the other girls for the guests to
arrive.
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Not long after Blake and Mrs. O'Connor came downstairs, the
guests began arriving for the party. Blake stood between
Amy and Janet along with the rest of the girls in the club
watching as woman upon woman entered the house carrying
elegantly wrapped presents for Beth. They congratulated
her and exchanged excited greetings with her and Mrs.
O'Connor.
Whenever one of the guests was familiar, the girls would
make a point of introducing Blake to her. They seemed to
know just about everybody and Blake was overwhelmed by all
the new names to remember. He smiled politely at each
women and either held out his hand or lightly kissed the
cheek of the woman in greeting; whatever the other girls
were doing. He was introduced as Pamela, a new girl in
town, who would be one of the bridesmaids at the wedding.
Beth's friends came singly and in groups, some being
dropped off by their boy friends. Kathy's aunt came with
her two 16 year old twin daughters, Christina and Angela.
They had on exquisitely shear dark gray dresses with very
low decolletage. For girls their age, they were unusually
large breasted and Blake felt an immediate pang of
jealousy. All of the women being introduced to Blake were
very friendly with the exception of Christina and Angela
who were so haughty that they barely acknowledged his
presence. Blake found out later that they were always like
that, and in fact that was why Beth had insisted they not
be bridesmaids. This could also explain why they were
particularly arrogant to the Girls-Only Club members.
Blake observed that many of the women were stunningly
beautiful like Beth. They wore an assortment of
sophisticated dresses, many in light pastel shades of blue,
pink and yellow. Many were tight and low cut. Blake
noticed the many stockinged legs and graceful high heels.
There were pretty bracelets and long dangling earrings. So
many different perfumes and such loud excited chatter.
The foyer was very crowded with more than two dozen women
and several men. One by one the Girls-Only Club members
drifted off intermingling with the women and Blake stood
shyly alone to one side. He saw Mrs. O'Connor across the
room and she smiled and gave him a wink. She was laughing
gaily at something a woman near her had said. At that
moment Blake became aware of Angela and Christina walking
over to him. As they walked up to him he couldn't stop his
eyes from darting down to take in the view of their
breasts. They had truly phenomenal young breasts that rode
high and jutted out in amazing proportions. With their
skimpy dresses a very large part of their breasts were
showing. Looking up he knew that they had seen his glance.
"Angela," Christina said to her sister, "remember this is
Pamela one of Beth's bridesmaids."
"I remember her quite well," Angela said, "she is just the
cutest girl here!"
>From the way she said it, Blake wasn't sure if it was a
complement.
"Tell us, Pamela," Christina said talking directly to
Blake, which made him avert his eyes,"wherever did you get
that pretty Barbie dress?"
"What do you mean Barbie dress?" Blake asked, unsure as to
whether he should know what they meant.
"Your dress is just like a dress I had for my Barbie, years
ago when I used to play with them," Christina said airily
with a hint of humor.
"I guess its just a coincidence," Blake said, "I bought it
at the dress shop at the Mall.
"Oh, did you now! How darling," Angela said, "you bought
it at the mall."
Her voice had overtones of baby talk as she said this.
Christina continued, "well its a very pretty dress for a
special girl, and its nice because it has plenty of extra
room on top if you were to develop a bust."
"But I am an A cup," Blake protested.
"Oh, my goodness, Pamela, you're an A cup. I didn't
realize it! See Angela, Pammy is really very grown up
already!" Her tone was now clearly baby talk and Angela
and her were fighting back giggles.
"So you're wearing bras now! You've got your first bra!"
"Yes, I have a lot of bras!"
"I'll bet you do Pammy. Are they pretty ones?"
"Yes, they are!"
"Show us your bra."
"I can't, its under my dress," Blake said. The dress had a
high neckline and short sleeves.
"Too bad, Pammy. But we'll take your word for it," Angela
said.
"Someday you might have breasts like us," Christina said
and moved very close to Blake so her chest was just
touching his chest. He looked down at her large cleavage
and all he could think to say was, "I don't think so."
"When you're a big girl you very well might have large
titties," Angela joked and Christina laughed.
"I AM a big girl now," Blake said, realizing that this
sounded silly.
"Yes, honey, we know you are! You're a very big girl now!
We love your very pretty pink bow in your hair, don't we
Christina?"
Blake wanted to walk away from them but the two girls had
him trapped in the corner. He didn't know what to say and
kept silent.
"That's a complement, Pammy, don't you say thank you?"
"Thank you," Blake said, "I'm sorry." He was afraid to get
them angry.
"When you're grown up, your mommy will let you get your
ears pierced," Angela remarked. "Don't you want your ears
pierced?"
Blake couldn't help noticing that both of the girls had
long pretty gold earrings, with little diamonds in them.
"Yes, I do want pierced ears."
"Then why don't you get them done?"
Blake realized that he had to give some explanation and
said, "my mom says I can get them pierced next week."
"Oh, how nice, just before the wedding!" Christina said.
"We'll be looking forward to seeing your new studs at the
wedding!"
Blake wasn't quite sure what they meant by studs, so he
said nothing. Somehow he would have to have earrings on
for the wedding. He would have to get some clip on studs
whatever they were.
"Tell us, do you still play with Barbies?"
"Yes," Blake said thinking of a few weeks earlier. This
set off both girls laughing and they walked away from him
holding onto each other fully enjoying the joke at Blake's
expense.
Feeling dejected, Blake surveyed the many women in the
room. They all seemed so elegant and womanly. Even Penny
must be wearing some falsies, he thought, because her chest
looked very prominent today and he knew that they both wore
A cup bras. He admired the dress she was wearing, it was a
beautiful halter cut in a light purple. She looked to be
at least 21 in it. Looking at his reflection in a long
mirror next to the front door, Blake saw that his own
dress, while very pretty lacked the sophistication of the
other girls. It was a Barbie dress, he could see clearly
now. He felt young and immature and he that all the nasty
implications of what the two sisters had said about him
were true. He became acutely conscious that his breasts
were really small compared to the others, and his dress was
really very girlish. He wanted to be like one of them so
badly. He wished he could have a vagina inside his panties
instead of his horrible penis, and he wished he could be as
large breasted as Angela or Christina. He was so envious
he didn't know what to do. The other club members, looked
so much more sophisticated than him and he understood now
why they had chosen to wear the kinds of dresses they had.
He wished he could run upstairs and hide. He desperately
wanted to change his dress, but now that everyone had seen
him in it and had been introduced to him it would be too
conspicuous to suddenly appear in one of his other dresses.
All the women seemed to be so comfortable with themselves.
He could see clearly that they all knew how to be pretty,
how to find a perfect dress, how to wear it, how to select
shoes and a purse, how to set their hair and apply
sophisticated makeup. He turned and walked quickly up the
stairs and then ran into Kathy's bedroom and threw himself
on the bed and began sobbing hysterically into a pillow.
After a few minutes he heard someone enter the room, and
then felt an arm gently on his shoulder. He turned around
and saw that it was Penny.
"I saw you run up the stairs, Pam, and I was worried about
you. What happened with Christina and Angela? What did
they say?"
"Penny they were so mean to me, making fun of my dress and
my not having big breasts and saying other hateful things.
But I think they are right, Penny. I'm not a real girl.
All the women downstairs, including you club members are so
self assured, you all know how to be a woman. I don't know
who I'm trying to kid, but I don't see how I'll ever become
like you all. I so desperately want to, but I have no real
breasts and I don't have a vagina, and my periods are just
pretend." Blake broke out into sobbing again.
"Come, come, Pam, you know that it isn't as all bad as
that. They are jealous of how pretty you are, and that
you'll be a bridesmaid and they won't. Its just jealousy,
and of course you have a while to go until you become a
sophisticated lady. Just be patient, just think how far
you have progressed in just a few weeks already."
"Are you sure, Penny? Do you really think I'm making
progress?"
"Yes, Pamela, there is no question about it. Kathy told
you before how mean Angela and Christina were, so you
shouldn't listen to anything they say."
"They called my dress a Barbie dress, and I think they are
right! And they said my pink ribbon makes me look like a
little girl!"
"Your dress is very pretty and suits you perfectly. Why
should you have to dress all grown up yet? The main thing
is that all the other women see you as a very sweet,
delicate growing girl. You have plenty of time later to
become a grown woman."
Penny's reassurance had the desired effect and after a few
more minutes, Blake felt restored enough to face the party
again. Penny held him tightly, and assisted him in fixing
up his make-up. "Now lets go down and enjoy ourselves!"
Penny said, and they went back downstairs.
*******************************
As Penny and Blake entered the foyer, Mrs. O'Connor was
calling out over the din, "all you men have got to go now,
we have to start the party!"
One of the men joked to Mrs. O'Connor, "Aw Shucks! Can't
we stay!"
Laughing, Mrs. O'Connor said, "This party is for girls
only! You have your own separate party for Brad! Or
should I say orgy!"
The handful of men still remaining said their goodbys to
Beth and their girl friends. When the front door closed on
the last one, Blake felt a sudden return of his insecurity.
Here he was with all these women and he was like a male spy
among them. For a moment Blake felt like he ought to leave
too, but he felt Penny squeeze his hand and he knew that
she knew what he was thinking. Before he had another
moment to think about himself, Mrs. O'Connor came up to him
and said, "Would you grab a tray of appetizers and
circulate with them?"
Thankful for the chance to be helpful, Blake said, "sure!"
and ran to the kitchen behind Mrs. O'Connor. Mrs. O'Connor
put the same apron he had worn before on him and fastened
it around his waist. He wanted to protest but didn't have
the heart to criticize her judgment. Evidently, she had no
problem with him wearing it so why should he! The guests
had now all drifted into the living room and were sitting
and standing informally. Blake summoned up all his courage
and carried a tray of crackers with salmon pate into the
room and began offering them to everyone. Kathy had
another tray of pate do foie gras. As each woman took a
cracker and thanked him, Blake smiled politely and made a
tiny curtsey. Many of the woman thought the "Mommy's
little helper" apron to be very precious and complemented
Blake on how he was just the perfect little helper for Mrs.
O'Connor. Blake found himself blushing profusely and
accepted the fact that by being the youngest girl at the
party it was natural for the women to treat him special.
When he brought the tray to Christina and Angela, they
laughed at him and made fun of the apron. "Why did you go
upstairs before, Pamela?" Angela said, "Did we make you
cry?"
Christina and her sister laughed and Blake said, "you are
not very nice!" By the looks on their faces he was
concerned about getting them angry and he quickly walked
away. They might be like Anne and her friends and I better
be careful, he thought.
When the tray was empty he went back for another. After
all the food had been served, Mrs. O'Connor announced that
it was time to play the first of several games. One
involved carrying ten grains of rice, one by one from a
bowl to a plate using a tooth pick. Another consisted of
tying many different ribbons together. The games created
alot of excited laughter by the women and Blake found
himself thoroughly enjoying playing them.
It finally became time to open Beth's many presents. Mrs.
O'Connor had her sit in a large chair facing everyone and
announced, "we need someone to bring the presents to Beth!"
Amy called out, "that should be the prettiest girl here,
except for the bride of course!"
Mrs. O'Connor said, "who's the prettiest girl?"
"Pamela!" someone called out.
Blake was caught by surprise and let out a sudden shriek
and then covered his face as everybody laughed.
"Yes it certainly must be Pamela," someone else said.
"Yes of course, its Pamela!" the girls in the
Girls-Only-Club all called out together.
"I think it should be Angela and me," Christina said in a
loud voice suddenly making the room quiet down.
Sensing trouble, Mrs. O'Connor intervened, "you two are
just as pretty as Pamela, but in the case of a tie we need
to pick the youngest!"
The women all loudly agreed with this and so it was decided
that Blake would choose the presents one by one for Beth to
open.
He walked over and sat down carefully on the carpet in
front of her chair, with his blue skirt spread out around
him. From this vantage point he could pick presents from
the nearby pile and hand them up to her.
"What one shall I choose first?" he asked Beth.
"Its for you to decide!" Beth said, "that's your job!"
Looking at the many beautifully wrapped packages he
selected one in silver paper with many bows and handed it
to Beth.
"Tell us who its from," Beth said.
Reading the label he said, "its from Helga."
Beth took the package and opened it. She held up a pale
yellow negligee with a gathered waist and a full skirt with
several layers of soft silky satin. Blake gasped with
excitement. "It's so pretty!"
Beth laughed and said, "thank you Helga its really
stunning! But I think you'll have to get one for Pamela
too!"
While Blake blushed, Helga called out, "try it on Beth!"
"I'll be happy to show you later," Beth said, "I couldn't
possibly try on every one's outfit!"
"Yes you can!" several girls called out.
"But there is nowhere to change here!" Beth said.
"Doesn't matter. Try it on!" Then all the women picked up
the chant until everyone was shouting,"Try it on! Try it
on!" Finally Beth gave in and said, "you asked for it!"
Standing up in front of Blake, she lifted her dress over
her head until she was standing in her white slip. She
then stepped out of her heels and pulled the slip over her
head. She now just had on her panties, pantyhose and a bra
and reached for the negligee to try on when Helga shouted,
"Beth, take off your bra and pantyhose!" Laughing loudly
all the women agreed and demanded that Beth do as Helga
said. Beth then reached behind her back and undid her bra
releasing her enormous breasts for everyone to admire.
Blake was awestruck looking up at Beth from the floor in
front of her. Sitting down for a second, Beth took off her
pantyhose and then in an act of bravado flung off her
panties which accidentally landed on Blake's head causing
everyone to laugh at the silliness of it. Laughing also
Blake put her panties along with her other clothes as Beth
put on the negligee.
The yellow nightie was truly gorgeous and every cheered
loudly as Beth walked back and forth in front of Blake
modeling it. When she was done, she signaled to Blake to
give her another present. This time it was from her friend
Hope. She found an exquisite matching bra and panty set in
the box. The bra had a delicate pattern of tiny red roses
over the cups which were edged with a floral lace. The
bikini panty had the lace in a rose shape over the center.
When Beth tried it on, Blake could see her pubic hair
through the lace. The set fit beautifully and she took an
extended walk around the room as if she was modeling in a
fashion show.
One by one the present opening and fashion show continued.
There were teddys and more nighties, bras and panties. A
friend of Beth's had given her a black leather corset with
a whip and mask. While modeling it, she pretended to be a
slave driver and had stood over Blake saying, "give me the
next present, slave!" and had whipped him across his
shoulders. It didn't exactly hurt, but Blake wasn't sure
if she was serious or not and was relieved when Beth
laughed at the joke.
Other presents were a garter belt, some slips, stockings
and even a pair of slippers. Blake's present turned out to
be one of the more exciting and Beth looked ravishing in
the red velvet lace-up teddy that he had purchased. One of
the gift boxes had no name on it, and when Beth opened it
up she found a huge plaster replica of a penis with an
inscription in black lettering, "Beth's Boss."
"Oh, Yuck!" Beth said, "This must have been planted in
here by one of the guys."
The women, who had initially laughed at the statue, then
started to voice their insult. "I wonder which creepy guy
is behind this!" one of the women called out.
"Boy, I'd love to get my hands on him!" another shouted,
"and so would I!" yelled a third.
"Men are such pricks! When you get down to it, they really
just are big penises trying to lord over their wives and
girlfriends." This was greeted with a chorus of agreement.
A woman called out "Men aren't good for anything more than
just carrying their penises around for us!" and everyone
laughed together.
"They're just big penis carriers!"
"Most men think through their penises!"
"If at all!"
As the women got more and more carried away they starting
chanting,
"Who needs men!"
"Who needs men!"
Then someone called out, "cut their pricks off!"
"Yeah!" a dozen women said laughing.
"Cut their cocks off!"
Now all the woman started chanting in unison, "cut them
off! Cut them off!"
A women ran to the kitchen and came back with a butcher's
knife and shouted "lets form a posse and cut off the first
one we find!" The women found this hysterical and everyone
was laughing and teasing and shouting. Blake had a weak
smile on his face while he sat quietly looking around in
fear. He noticed that all the club members were going
along with the frenzied crowd. They were shouting and
chanting along with everyone else, "cut them off!"
Angela noticed that Blake was the only one not shouting and
she yelled over to him, "Come on, Pamela, you cut off the
first one!" Some of the other women joined in saying
"Pamela gets the first one!", "Pamela gets the first one!"
"Why aren't you excited?" some of the women near him
called out. Out of fear of being caught he began to shout
along with them, "cut it off! cut if off."
Once he started saying it he found himself getting more and
more excited and caught up in the mass feelings. The woman
were on their feet now, raising their fists and shouting.
Some of them started to take off their clothes and others
joined in. They were being silly and they knew it but it
was too much fun to stop. After a few minutes they were
all stripped down to their panties and bras, except Blake
who was so shaking that he couldn't undo the zipper of his
dress.
As the woman now ran around alternately chanting and
laughing, they started upon the chant, "smash the prick!
Smash the prick!" and one woman grabbed the plaster penis
which had started the riot and put it in on the tiles in
front of the fireplace. Angela yelled out, "make Pamela
smash it!" and everyone agreed. A hammer was produced
from somewhere and passed up to Blake who knelt down in
front of the penis and, after looking back at the 25 women
dressed in their bras and panties and shouting and jostling
around him, he awkwardly lifted the heavy hammer and aimed
it down upon the penis. He was lucky and his blow hit it
directly upon the glans and smashed it into a hundred
pieces. A huge cheer went up in the room, and woman upon
woman ran up to Blake and hugged him and congratulated him
upon being their "savior."
The scene had been both terrifying and hysterical at the
same time and the closeness he had felt to these woman and
girls had been so true, that Blake now knew, from the
bottom of his heart, mind and soul that he had crossed a
line into becoming a real female, a line he could never
come back across again.
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