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http://www.incesttabooo.com/girlclub14.html
The Girls-Only Club
14. Chapter
The next morning Blake had put on his panties and was just
in the process of lining up his bra to put around his
waist, when he heard a light tapping on his door. "Who is
it?" he called out apprehensively.
"Its me," he heard his mother's voice.
"I'm getting dressed."
"Its OK, honey I want to see what you're wearing."
Blake opened the door and she came in. "Here, let me help
you with that," she said, taking the bra from his hand.
"I can do it mom."
"I know you can, but I guess I just want some opportunities
to get to know you better as a girl. I remember teaching
Janice how to wear bras like it was almost yesterday, and,
well, I think it might help my adjustment to you becoming
my daughter if we share some experiences like that."
"OK, mom, I think that would be great."
"I remember that when Janice and Ann were small they often
watched me get dressed. They knew what my breasts looked
like. They were always fascinated how I could fit these
big things inside my bra," she indicated her large
prominent bust. "Janice was a little late in developing -
you would never know it now! - and she used to lift up her
tops to show me her chest. And she would say, "Look mommy,
do I need a bra now? Please, please, can I get a bra?"
and I would have to say, 'not just yet Janice but I'm sure
in no time you'll be ready.'"
"That's really neat, mom, I wish we had those kinds of
memories!"
"Janice and I sometimes played a little game, 'pick me a
panty' I think we called it. I would sit on the end of the
bed, and I would cover my eyes and she would go in my
dresser drawer and pick out a pair of panties for me to
wear. I had to try and guess the color. She always tried
to make it as difficult as possible - usually going way
down the pile to the bottom - to the panties I didn't
usually wear too often. They were the really lacy ones
that I usually only felt right about wearing on special
evenings."
"It sounds like you and Janice had a lot of fun. I sort of
remember hearing the two of you laughing together in your
bedroom, and I always wondered what was going on."
"When you very little, Janice and I let you wander about
while we played 'pick me a panty'. You were too young to
know what was going on. Sometimes when I wasn't looking
Janice would put one of my panties over your head like a
chef's hat or something. The two of you used to get
hysterical laughing at the joke. And you would run around
saying in baby talk something like 'panty hat panty hat'."
Blake had a sudden sense of remembrance, a dim hazy image
of his mother's panty drawer and looking at the panties
with Janice. "Did Ann ever play it?"
"One time. She hated fancy panties. The second time we
tried to do it, she wanted to give me one of your fathers
jockey shorts to wear so we never did it again."
Blake and his mom laughed together at this. "I guess I'm
too old to play that with you now," Blake said continuing
to laugh.
"It would be very silly for a girl your age, Pamela! But
maybe one day after you've officially become a girl, we
could play something like that. Just to get to know each
other better."
"That would be fun, mom, but seeing each other naked, isn't
that a problem?"
"You mean seeing your mother naked? I should hope that it
wouldn't be once you are Pamela!"
"You're right mom. I'm sorry. There are so many little
things about changing to Pamela that I haven't become fully
aware of. Though I absolutely can't wait for it to happen,
I so much want to be in dresses al the time."
His mother smiled at him and held up the bra she was
holding, "Now put out your arms and I'll slip the bra on
you."
Blake held his hands out and then through the straps, and
then turned around so his mom could attach the back hooks.
"That seems to be a good fit," she said.
"Its very comfortable, mom."
"Those are very pretty panties you have on. Are you going
to wear pantyhose too?"
"Yes mom, underneath my jeans. Do you think it's silly?"
"A little, I guess. You don't have any knee-high
stockings?"
"No."
"Well, I'll get you some today. They are what a girl would
normally wear under her jeans, unless she were wearing
sneakers."
"Yes mom. But I think I'll probably only wear dresses and
skirts next year, I don't think I'm the kind of girl who
wants to wear jeans."
"Sometime in the summer I'll take you shopping for some
fall dresses and skirts, to get you ready for school."
"Thanks, mom."
"I just wanted to tell you that I will love you just as
much when you become Pamela as I did when you were Blake.
Last night was a shock to me but I'm so glad that Mrs.
O'Connor had the strength to fight for you and to convince
me of your femininity. I only hope I can do as well with
your dad."
Blake went up to her and embraced her. "I love you so
much, mom."
"In some ways you are the daughter I've always wanted.
Janice was certainly girlish at your age, but she was also
very ambitious about her Navy career and she would rather
wear jeans than skirts most of the time. Ann, of course
doesn't even own a skirt, and I could never get her into
one if I tried. When I was your age I was sort of like
you. I had my dolls and a closet full of pretty dresses
and I dreamed about having some babies. It wasn't that I
didn't want a career also, but I knew in my heart that
having a family was a very high priority with me and making
a safe and pretty world for my kids meant a lot. I used to
have a magnificent doll house that I played with all the
time. Its somewhere in the attic. Neither Janice or Ann
ever took to it."
"I would love to play with it mom! It would be so
fantastic! I love miniatures."
"There's one other thing I wanted to talk to you about."
"What's that?"
"It's just, I don't think you ought to let your sisters or
brother or any of our relatives know about your changeover
to a girl, at least until after I break the news to your
dad. OK?
"Oh, I won't mom," Blake said. Technically speaking he
wasn't lying but he felt a pang of guilt not telling her
about Janice at least. But that might just get Janice into
trouble, so he kept his mouth shut.
She smiled at him and left the room saying, "I'll fix your
breakfast. See you downstairs in a minute."
**********************************
Blake sat down to a bowl of cereal his mom had prepared for
him. He was eating in silence when Ann came in the dining
room. "Get me my breakfast, I want an English muffin with
butter," she ordered him.
Realizing that she was in a terrible mood, Blake
immediately got up to fetch her breakfast. "It'll take me
just a second."
"Hurry."
In the kitchen he went to get a muffin to put in the
toaster hoping his mother wouldn't find it strange.
"You're really hungry today," she said.
"I'm getting it for Ann."
"Why are you doing that?"
"Its nothing mom. Ann likes me to get her her breakfast.
I don't mind doing it, really."
"Blake, this is silly. She is perfectly capable of getting
her own breakfast. You tell her to do it herself."
"Mom, its best if I just get it."
"Why?"
"I can't tell you."
"Tell me the truth."
"She might hurt me mom. I'm afraid she'll get mad and
punch me or something."
Hearing this, his mom got angry and walked out to the
dining room after telling Blake to follow him. "Ann what's
this I hear about you threatening to hurt Blake if he
doesn't get your breakfast for you?"
Ann scowled at Blake and he tried to look as if it wasn't
his fault.
"Blake's lying, mom. I just asked him to get it and he
doesn't mind. Anyway he likes being my servant."
"Don't you ever refer to your brother as a servant, young
lady. Just because you can beat him up doesn't give you
the right to enslave him!"
"But mom..."
"Ann, I won't hear of it. Don't take advantage of people
who might be weaker than you or less able to defend
themselves. Being a bully is not acceptable in our
family."
"But being a sissy is?"
"Ann, if you don't apologize to Blake this instant, you'll
be grounded this afternoon."
"Mom!"
"Say it!"
"I'm sorry, Blake," Ann said with a clearly phony voice.
"That's better. Now I don't want to hear of any more
problems between the two of you," his mom said as she went
back to the kitchen.
Ann got up to get her muffin and Blake tried to eat as fast
as possible so he would be gone before she got back.
Unfortunately, he was just about to leave when she came in.
"Where do you think you're going?" she said venomously.
"I have to get ready for school."
"Sit down you little perverted tattle tale." Blake sat
down. "Now I want to go over once again some of the rules
of our relationship which you don't seem to have learnt
yet."
"Ann, I swear I didn't tell mom."
"Shut up. Now apologize."
"I'm sorry Ann."
"Sorry for what?"
"I'm sorry I spoke out of turn with you. And I'm sorry
that you got in trouble with mom. I promise I'll never do
that again."
"What will happen to you if you do?"
"You'll beat me up and make me cry."
"And what else?"
"You'll tell dad about... you know what."
"About what?"
"You'll tell dad that I wear bras and panties all the
time."
"What bra are you wearing today?"
"Its my 'almost a B' bra."
Ann laughed, "you're 'almost a B' bra. How cute Blake.
Show it to me."
Blake pulled up the front of his shirt revealing the bra.
"Come closer." Blake walked around the table and stood
next to her. She reached underneath the bra cups and
grabbed a hold of his nipples, one in each hand. "Now
girls really like their nipples pinched, don't they?"
"Yes, Ann."
"Do you like your nipples pinched?"
"Yes, Ann."
"Good, cause that's what I'm going to do, and you better
not let mom hear." With that she pinched his nipples as
hard as she could and Blake felt a huge surge of pain in
his chest. Just when he was about to scream in agony she
let go.
"Feel good?"
Holding back tears, Blake said, "no, Ann, it hurt."
"I thought you told me that you like your nipples pinched,
or didn't I hear correctly."
"I did say it, but you pinched them too hard. You've got
to be gentle with a girls nipples."
"Be gentle with the fairy's nipples! Are you telling me
what to do?"
"No, Ann, I'm sorry. Can I ask you a question?"
"What is it?"
"Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you?"
"You insolent little twerp! How dare you talk to me like
that!"
"I'm sorry Ann, but I don't mean to be rude to you. I just
feel like you always hate me and am trying to hurt me. I'm
scared of you!"
"Blake, there is only one reason I hate you and that's
cause you got a fucking penis which should have been mine."
"But how did I ever take it from you?"
"I don't care if you didn't do it, its just that as long as
you've got it and you act like a little sissy girl all the
time, its just a waste."
"But I wish I didn't have it, Ann. I want to be your
sister, and if I could, I would always try and be good to
you. I mean if you want to be my brother, that's OK I
would be happy to look upon you as my brother."
"I want your penis, Blake."
"You can have it!" Blake said emotionally.
"Someday, I will get it," Ann said ominously "Now get the
fuck away from me."
"Yes, Ann," Blake said as he left the dining room as fast
as he could.
*************************
After school that day, Blake went home with Kathy to tell
Mrs. O'Connor that everything was going great with his mom.
She wasn't home, however, and Blake decided that he would
like to get dressed up and maybe take a walk through the
town. He went to his special room and put on a wide pink
peasant skirt and a sleeveless white blouse. He applied
some make up and looking in the mirror decided that his
hair was now long enough that he didn't need the wig. He
styled it the way Penny had once recommend he ought to do
it, framing his cheeks with a slight curl. Looking at
himself in the mirror he felt it looked good but decided to
ask Kathy if it was okay. He knocked on her door and she
called for him to enter. She was sitting at her desk doing
homework.
"What can I do for you Pam," she said as she turned toward
him. When she finally saw him, she made a small
exclamation of excitement, "oh, you've styled your own
hair! It looks really nice."
"Do you really think so?"
"Yes, I do Pam, I would never lie to you!"
Blake thought he detected a little hurt in her voice and
said, "I'm sorry Kathy, its just that I sometimes wonder if
I really am pretty or not. Maybe you girls just say that
cause you don't want to hurt my feelings. When my mom was
really angry with me yesterday she said that all you girls
were playing a trick on me, but of course she doesn't think
that way now. But to be honest, Kathy, and I don't want to
hurt any of the girls feelings in the club, but I did sort
of begin to doubt it. I mean, here I was a boy just a few
weeks ago and now I'm about to be a girl all the time. It
has really happened so fast and I can't help but be a
little afraid. Do you know what I mean?"
Kathy nodded sympathetically, "I do Pam, and I think that
maybe the rest of us club members have been a bit guilty of
taking you for granted as being a girl now. Its a lot more
of a struggle than we realize, I guess."
"One thing which I want to know truthfully," Blake said,
summoning up his courage, "is would you girls ever have
found me suitable as a boy friend, I mean when I was
Blake?"
Kathy stared at him intently and Blake couldn't imagine
what she was thinking. He was scared that she would be
offended or worse that she would think that his becoming a
girl was just an act. "I mean, Kathy, that I am absolutely
one hundred percent happy that I'm Pamela now, but I can't
help but be curious. You know it never came up in our club
meetings, like at the start."
"Pamela, its OK to ask these things, but maybe the answers
will make you sad. Speaking for myself, but its probably
true of the others, I think I saw you as being a very nice
friend but not a boy friend. How can I put it, Pam? You
weren't masculine enough as Blake. You were too delicate,
too pretty, you didn't have that kind of masculine strength
which I am attracted to sexually. But all those feminine
qualities are things which make you such a beautiful girl
friend of mine."
"But I did have a penis? I mean you remember taking care
of me in the sink the first day? Wasn't that sexual?"
"Was it sexual for you Pamela? You never acted like it
was. For me it never really did seem sexual. Your penis,
or clitoris, seemed kind of feminine to me, if that is
possible. You were so lovely in the pink dress and so
sweet, you were more like a little sister or something.
The boy in you was not there. In our private meeting we
talked about that because we were concerned that maybe as
you grew older some masculine traits might start to come
out. But it just seemed impossible to us. We felt that
your body had this sort of desperate need for breasts, like
it was incomplete the way it was. We were so happy you
agreed with us."
Blake thought about what Kathy was saying and then said
sort of depressed, "then no woman would ever be interested
in me, to marry me, so I could have children."
"Well no normal woman who wants a man, but I would think
maybe certain Lesbians or women that prefer a penis on
their lover without any of the emotional make up of a man.
There are a lot of girls out there like that. One of them
could make you her bride and give you a baby. The bottom
line is that most girls prefer real men and I think you
share that too. I mean would you want to date a boy who
was really effeminate and cross dressed?"
"I guess not."
Blake thought about Juergan and then Barry and tried to
imagine them cross-dressing. It was a silly thought; they
were so truly masculine, there was no way they would look
anything but ridiculous as a girl. "I guess its really
good what your saying Kathy. I mean if you could actually
think of me as being a boy, then I would not really ever
belong in the Girls-Only-Club. I wouldn't want any boys
who just dressed up as a girls to join. I would only feel
OK about boys who were so girlish that they didn't seem to
be boys at all."
"Exactly our feelings about you, Pam!"
"I think I'm going to go for a walk outside. It's such a
beautiful day. Do you want to come?"
"I'm sorry Pam, I've go a report due tomorrow which I've
got to get done. But hopefully another day soon."
**************************************
Blake set out on an aimless path walking through various
neighborhoods until he came to one of the large avenues.
He walked along it lost in his thoughts when out of the
corner of his eye he had the feeling that a car was slowly
following him near the curb. He turned enough to see that
it was a bright red convertible and the top was down. A
voice from the car called out to him, "hey wait up Pamela!"
He stopped and turned and saw that it was Randy behind the
wheel. Blake kept on walking slowly and Randy sped up so
that he was just ahead of him. "Wait up, Pamela!"
Blake was scared and started to walk faster and Randy
yelled out angrily, "you better stop."
Blake stopped and turned toward the car. Randy parked it
and got out and walked over to him. "That's better Pamela.
I almost got the feeling that you weren't so happy to see
me."
"What do you want Randy," Blake said with an obvious tremor
in his voice.
"I just wanted to say hi to you, that's all."
"Well hi Randy, I've got to go."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm visiting a friend."
"Which friend?"
Thinking quickly, Blake made up a name. "Carly."
"Where does she live?"
"Right down there," Blake said pointing down a side street.
It was a very wealthy neighborhood with large homes
separated by sizable distances.
"I'll take you there."
"No thank you Randy, its really just a short distance."
"I'll follow you to make sure your OK."
"There's no need."
Suddenly, Randy grabbed Blake's hand and spun him around
hard. "Look here Pamela, you're period has got to be over
by now and my cock is really ready for you."
"Randy, don't talk to me like that."
"Oh, aren't we being real uppity. One day you're a slut
and the next you act like your so pure."
"I was just doing that for Joyce."
"Why?"
"It was like an initiation into her club."
"Sucking off four guys and getting your ass fucked? No
decent girl would ever do that!"
Blake was hurt and felt tears welling up in his eyes.
"That wasn't the real me, Randy. I'm not that kind of
girl."
"You did a pretty convincing act that you love a good cock.
And you'll never find a bigger one than mine."
Blake didn't have to be reminded of the mammoth organ
lurking in Randy's pants. He said, "size isn't
everything," and realized that sounded pretty lame in
reference to Randy.
"It was the other night!"
"I'm sorry Randy, I've got to go."
"It's too bad, Pamela. I always get the girls I want, and
I want to see what your pussy is like wrapped around my
cock." He grabbed onto Blake's arm with a vise-like grip
and began leading him to the car.
"Now get in and we'll go back to the forest, where we were
the other night."
Blake struggled futilely against Randy, but as luck would
have it, a couple of well dressed women came by on the
sidewalk staring at Randy, and he let go of Blake's arm.
Immediately, Blake ran off behind the women and kept
walking. He didn't look back to see Randy's angry face,
but he heard him get in the car and start the engine. He
could tell that Randy was following behind him waiting for
his chance. The women walked up the block of large homes
with Blake ten paces behind them. They turned into another
side street and then suddenly went up a walk way to one of
the houses leaving Blake on the block alone. Terrified, he
walked swiftly and then began to run as fast as he could in
his heels and holding his skirt down. It was clear it
wasn't doing any good. In a minute he would be out of
breath and then Randy would get him for sure.
He came to an intersection and realized that the street
name was familiar though he couldn't remember where he had
heard it before. Looking up the road he saw a large estate
with a Victorian manor house on it and suddenly remembered
that it belonged to those two nice ladies he had met the
day he went bra shopping at the mall. What were there
names? Molly was one of them and he couldn't remember the
other. Randy had parked the car and was now running to
catch up to him. Blake turned up the driveway of the large
estate and ran to the front door and rang the bell. Randy
was intimidated by the grandeur of the place and stopped
half way up the driveway watching to see what was
happening.
After what seemed an eternity, the door opened and Blake
was face to face with Molly. "Yes?" she asked, what can I
do for you?"
"Oh, don't you remember me Molly? I met you at Lord and
Taylor's. I was buying some bras and panties and we met in
the ladies room. I helped you put you're earring on?"
"Why yes of course, I remember now. You're name was,
Paula, Penny,..."
"Pamela."
"Yes Pamela. Why how good of you to come by. Please come
in."
Blake entered the house and turned around just in time to
see Randy walking back to his car.
******************************
"Look who's here Grace," Molly said as she escorted Blake
to the enormous living room to present him to her sister.
Also seated there was a younger woman dressed in a skin
tight black leather pants and a white blouse with wide
lapels.
"Grace, do you remember Pamela? You know from the other
day when we were shopping? She helped me put my earring on
in the ladies room."
"Yes, yes of course I do. My what a pleasant surprise!
We're just sitting down to tea, will you be able to join
us?"
"Thank you, maam, that is kind of you, I would love to,"
Blake said shyly. "I'm sorry for just dropping in, I hope
it isn't rude of me."
"Tush, tush, Pamela, don't even think that. It is such a
treat for us to see you again. And we can introduce you to
our grand niece, Joanna."
Joanna sat leaning back comfortably on a sofa and smiled at
Blake. She was strikingly beautiful, with flashing dark
eyes, straight very black hair and a shade of dark red
lipstick. Blake thought he saw a twinge of amusement in
her expression. "Pleased to meet you Pamela."
"Thank you," Blake said smiling back shyly, "I'm pleased to
meet you too."
At that moment a servant came in carrying a tray of tea and
Molly asked him to please bring in another cup and saucer
for Blake.
Blake sat down on a sofa and the eyes of the two older
sisters and Joanna were upon him.
"So what brings you over here?" Molly said.
"I was just passing by on a walk, enjoying the flowers and
I noticed that I was on your street, so I thought it would
be fun to say hello."
"Joanna," Molly said, "Pamela was just the sweetest girl
when we met her. She had been shopping for a whole new set
of lingerie and she was so excited!"
"She has the most delightful taste in bras and panties.
Just pinks and very feminine blues and yellows with lots of
flowers and lace. It was such a breath of fresh air to
meet a girl like her."
"Oh, don't go on like that Molly," Joanna said laughing.
"Pamela, I've heard this speech a hundred times about how
modern girls just all want to be boys now."
"Well, Joanna dear, it is true. Just look at yourself!
You're wearing men's pants and a pirates top and those
shoes. So plain and unladylike."
"But very comfortable, just like men feel."
"How would you know how men feel? There's nothing more
comfortable than a dress and pantyhose, isn't that true
Pamela?"
"I quite agree, Ms. Molly," Blake said crossing his legs
and gathering his skirt to his side.
"See how pretty she is dressed now, and how perfect her
legs look. In the old days we wore corsets that made us
even more beautiful," Molly said.
"Indeed," Grace added. "There is nothing like a good
corset! They gave us wonderful posture and a sense of
elegance. And oh, the delicate lacework! It was a true
artform that all women got to enjoy in a world hidden from
the men."
"You're so silly, Grace and Molly! Corsets were nothing
but one woman prisons that made them completely useless for
anything except being ornaments for men."
"Being an ornament for a man, as you say, actually had a
lot of advantages for women. With a good corset on, we
gained an authority over men that gave us unlimited power
in manipulating them."
"You know, I met a woman at the girdle shop, when I was
buying my girdles," Blake broke in excitedly, "and she was
saying the same thing. She told me that I could get any
man to do what I wanted with the right corset on."
"Now she's a woman after our own hearts!" Molly said.
"Molly, don't you have a whole trunk of corsets in the
attic?" Joanna asked.
"Why yes we do!"
"Well lets see what Pamela really thinks about them! We'll
make a bet. I say that after she tries one on, she'll hate
them and you can bet the opposite!"
"A splendid idea, Joanna. The two of you run along
upstairs and after you've got Pamela dressed in a corset,
bring her down for us to see."
"How do you feel about that Pamela?" Joanna asked.
"It sounds like fun!" Blake exclaimed and he followed
Joanna as she led him up two flights of stairs to the
attic.
**************************************
In the attic they found a steamship chest filled with
corsets. Joanna searched through them saying, "let me
see... do you want a black one or a pink one or a red one?
I'll bet you want a pink one. Ah, here's a perfect one to
start with." She held up a pink and white striped corset
and held it up for Blake to see. He took it from her and
examined it closely. It was a complicated affair with many
hooks and strings and Blake was at a loss as to how it was
to be put on.
Seeing his confusion, Joanna said, "I know its really
medieval isn't it. I'm sure we can figure it out together.
You first better get undressed."
"Joanna, there is something I have to tell you," Blake said
as he began unfastening his blouse and taking it off.
Jonna stopped rummaging through the chest and looked up at
him. He was now wearing just a bra and had unzipped his
skirt and was holding it up with his hands.
"My aren't you precious," Joanna said smiling at him. Her
eyes were riveted to his and he saw them dart down to look
at his breasts. She got up and walked over to him. She
was a couple of inches taller than he and he had to look up
slightly to see into her face. She had a strange
expression, slightly amused but masking some deep inner
calculation. "What did you want to tell me?" her voice
was firm and almost commanding in tone but in a gentle way,
like a mother who finally was allowing her daughter to
speak after having first admonished her about rushing her
words.
Blake let the skirt fall to the floor around his ankles.
"Joanna, you see, um," he suddenly realized this was going
to be more difficult than he thought, "you see my panties?"
Joanna took a step back and looked down, "why yes Pamela,
they are so very pretty."
Blake realizing that he must sound very silly, said, "no
Joanna, I wasn't trying to tell you about my panties. I
mean, look at my panties." He was frustrated trying to get
it out right. "I mean in my panties, look in my panties."
"You want me look at your vagina? I'm sure its quite a
pretty one and I'd love to see it once you pull your
panties down."
"No, thats not what I want to show you! What do you see
when you look at the front of my panties?"
"I see a lot of pretty lace and a little ribbon. Trust me,
they really are beautiful. You have the most exquisite
taste in panties of any girl I've ever met."
Blake could tell she was being playful and he laughed a
little and said, "I know you must think I'm crazy, but I
just don't want you to be surprised when I take them off."
"Are you're trying to tell me that you're having your
period? I really think I can handle seeing a bloody pad.
I've seen enough of my own!"
"No, Joanna. Its not that, its just that inside my panties
I have something that maybe I shouldn't have, I mean that
you weren't expecting maybe."
He could see Joanna's face pass through a momentary puzzled
expression to sudden enlightenment. "Oh my goodness,
you're telling me that you have a tattoo? Some horrendous
tattoo?"
"No, not a tattoo. Guess again."
"A scar?"
"No! Don't you see a little bulge there?"
"Don't tell me you're really a little boy!" Joanna
exclaimed.
"No, well yes, no well no, no yes." Blake was tongue tied.
"Joanna! I am a girl, but in my panties I have a penis!
Do you see what I'm saying?"
"You're a transvestite?"
"No, not really, not now. For a while, I guess maybe I was
but now I'm a girl. That's why I'm telling you this. So
you will understand when you see it." Blake then pulled
down his pantyhose and panties and stepped out of them so
he was now just in his bra. Though his penis was doing its
best to be invisible, it was quite clearly a penis
nonetheless.
"Oh, how darling, Pamela! God you sure fooled me and my
aunts. A little boy dressed up as such a pretty girl.
Imagine that. God are you cute!" Joanna looked at him
intently and smiled.
"You see Joanna..."
"Pamela, you don't have to do any explaining to me. Not
another word. I think its just marvelous how precious you
are. All your concern about getting me upset. If
anything, I'm very happy you're a boy who has become a
girl. You're the type of boy who could make some woman
very happy one day."
"What do you mean?" Blake said surprised.
"Oh, its just that a lot of women would find you a very
safe affectionate partner. They can get all the benefit of
you having a penis, like for having children and so forth,
but you won't be any competition to them in other areas.
They can be the breadwinner, you know build the
relationship around them, without having to worry about you
trying to dominate them."
"But I may want a career too!"
"Perhaps, but I don't think that being so effeminate, you
know, worrying about all your pretty lingerie and dresses
and makeup and so forth, you're going to be very
competitive in advancing in your career. But don't look so
down, that's no problem. Millions of women choose to be
house wives, or have a career from their home, such as
writers and artists and so forth."
"But Joanna, I do want to be a scientist. Well, I do want
to be a mother first but I also want to be a scientist."
"Well maybe one day your husband or wife or whatever will
let you be one."
Blake thought about this and then said, "it sounds like you
don't respect me."
"Oh, go on, Pamela, don't think that for a second!" Joanna
took Blakes hands in hers and looked at him
sympathetically. "If I had the chance, I might even want
to have you all for myself!"
"Do you really mean that?" Blake said increduously.
"I certainly do!"
"Aren't you interested in real men? I mean you're so
beautiful and everything."
"That's real isn't it?" Joanna said, touching the tip of
his penis with her finger.
"You know what I mean. I'm emotionally a girl now and I
don't see how you could find me attractive."
"Pamela, you might have guessed looking at me. No, well I
guess you're kind of young and inexperienced, but anyone
else would know by looking at me that I'm sort of a very
male kind of woman. I like making all the decisions, I
don't like men telling me what to do. I especially don't
like them controlling me sexually. In fact, Molly and
Grace, bless their hearts, have given me so much flack
about not dating nice men."
"You're not a Lesbian are you?"
"No, not really, though I have done some experimentation.
No, I don't date very much because most men turn me off.
All that body hair and muscles and sweat."
"You don't like penises?"
"They're OK. They're the one thing I can stand about men.
What about you, Pamela?"
"Well, I'd be lying if I said that I found strong men
repulsive. Part of me really likes to feel their hard
biceps and to be held in their arms and I don't mind their
chest hair as long it isn't like a rug or something. And I
guess there really is something nice about a long hard
penis, the way it makes me feel kind of important because I
can give it so much pleasure."
"It sounds like you've had a lot of experience!"
"I don't want to give you the wrong impression Joanna. A
few men have had their way with me in the last couple of
weeks because I didn't know how to stop them, but
everything is much better now. I feel a lot more confidant
that I can be respected by men. In fact I sort of have a
boy friend now, or at least I think I do. He's a very nice
man, in college who likes opera and I think he's wild about
me."
"What's he going to do when he finds out you have a penis?"
"I don't know Joanna and it makes me very scared. In fact,
part of me thinks that maybe its a bad idea to have
relationships with men cause I couldn't have a baby with a
man, for example. Its very exciting to me what you said
before, about that you might like a girl like me, because
if I met someone like that, it could maybe solve all my
problems."
"But women wouldn't have bulging biceps and broad
shoulders."
"Well thats not that important. Most of my girl friends
are a lot stronger than me, so I guess that a woman like
you would be so much stronger than me it would be like you
were a man in comparison."
Joanna was giving Blake that same mysterious look she gave
him before.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Blake asked.
Joanna walked over to him and put her arms around him and
drew him in close to her so his bra was pressed against her
blouse. "Pamela, why are we talking so abstractly about
'if I met a woman like you' or 'if I met a boy like you'?
The fact of the matter is that we have met each other.
Isn't that true?"
"I was too shy to say that myself Joanna, but I do feel
like I really like you." Blake looked up into her face and
felt an excited twinge of emotion race up and down his
spine.
Joanna leaned forward and gave him a gentle kiss on his
lips and Blake felt like an ocean of blood was running up
to his head and he felt dizzy. She broke off the very
tender kiss after a few seconds and said, "Now lets see
what you look like in that corset."
Joanna helped wrap it around Blake's waist. It was a
Victorian wasp-waist corset, very heavily boned with front
hooks and top-to-bottom back lacing and a fluted waist.
Four garters with metal fasteners dangled from the bottom
hem. "Now we have to take off at least four inches from
your waist if we're going to be wearing this properly. Is
that OK?"
"Yes, Joanna. It might be a little old fashioned, but I
think its really pretty and I sort of like all the boning
and its shape."
"We'll see if you still feel the same way when we're done."
Joanna began to lace up the back, pulling in the strings as
hard as she could. Blake felt the air being forced from
his lower lung and a very tight grip on his waist.
"Breathe out while I do it, so we get it tighter," Joanna
said and Blake let out all his air as she gave the laces a
mighty tug with her knee up agains this back. The corset
jumped in a couple of inches and Blake found himself being
pushed toward a whole new level of femininity. After a few
more mighty pushes the job was done and Joanna tied the end
of the strings into a bow. She then helped him put on his
panties and then some stockings and fastened them on the
garters and then helped him on with his heels. Blake felt
utterly helpless in a way he had never anticipated. The
corset was controlling his every gesture and thought. He
could take only small girlish steps now and he instinctly
held out his hand for Joanna to guide and escort him. He
was acutely conscious of his figure, his breasts held up
high and jutting outward and his behind pulled out and to
the rear.
"Oh Joanna, I feel so wonderful."
"Go on, Pamela, it looks so completely painful to be in
that."
"No, no Joanna. For me its like a complete liberation from
my male self. I have never felt so totally feminine, like
I could just swoon in your arms and do anything you want me
to."
"Well thats the exact opposite of your friend at the girdle
shop!"
"I don't know, Joanna, I guess I'll never be that kind of
woman. If anything she is more like you than me! Oh, I
don't know what I'm saying! I just feel so wonderful in
some new sort of way I've never felt before. I want to
float though the house. Let's go down and see Molly and
Grace, can we!"
"Of course, Pamela, that was the point of dressing you up!
Just take my arm!"
Joanna held out her arm, like Juergan had done at the
rehearsal, and Blake gently laid his hand on her forearm.
She led him down the stairs and he felt nearly dizzy with
ecstasy. His legs swished delicately in their small steps
and his arms had lost all their muscles as he had become
light as a feather being led along by Joanna. At the
bottom of the stairs he rushed forward to the ladies
exclaiming, "Oh Molly and Grace, I can't tell you how much
I love wearing a corset. It feels wonderful in a whole new
way!"
Blake excitedly embraced them both and laughed and
pirroutted around them on the hardwood floors. "Oh and I
love Joanna so much. She knew exactly how to lace me up!"
"Now see Joanna, didn't we tell you that corsets are a
woman's best friend! Look at Pamela, she's in love with
the corset and she's in love with you."
"And with you and Grace!" Blake said.
"She's in love with all of us!" Molly said.
"Come, come Pamela, sit down here next to me," Grace said
as she led Blake to the sofa next to her. Blake found that
he could only sit with his back rigidly at attention with
his breast thrust forward.
"It looks like the two of you outfoxed me," Joanna said.
"You must have known how some girls respond to corsets!"
"We did tell you, but you wouldn't listen. Anyway, your
aunts have seen an awful lot in their time and we do know
the power of corsets. I'll bet that Pamela is going to
find it hard not to want to wear one all the time!"
"Can I?" Blake said.
"Sixty years ago, in Paris, when we were young, but not
nowadays my poor dear, you'd be treated like a mental
patient if you did."
"Well, when I'm home sometimes!"
"But you can't get into it without someone to help you.
For that matter you can't get out of it unless someone
unlaces the back!" Joanna said.
"I don't care, then I'll just keep this on the rest of my
life!" Blake laughed. "But it is your corset, so I'll
need your permission."
"Well, Pamela, you can wear it until you have to go, and
then when you come back - and of course we hope you'll come
again - we'll let you try another one on. We've got dozens
as you saw," Molly said.
"Speaking of going, I guess I do have to go," Blake said
dejectedly.
"When will you come again?"
"Whenever you invite me!"
"Molly and Grace, let me get Pamela out of that corset so
she can get going," Joanna said, "and she and I'll set up a
time to meet again."
"Splendid idea," Molly said and Joanna led Blake back
upstairs.
In the attic she unfastened the laces and unhooked the
corset until it came off. "Your breasts look so real,"
Joanna said when Blake was standing naked gathering up his
underwear to put on.
"I want to get real ones, I mean I am definitely going to
get real ones put in by surgery, you know silicone ones as
soon as I can. I want to be at least a C cup like my
sister, or maybe even a D cup like my mom."
"God, Pamela, you'd be impossibly sexy with a chest like
that!"
"Do you think so?"
"You're slender in just the right way to have large
breasts. But what about your penis?"
"Well eventually I want to lose it, but not until after I
have some kids. Then, I really would want to get my very
own vagina."
"Well thats all very far in the future. Now, come, let me
walk you down to the road," Joanna said.
********************************
After saying good bye to Molly and Grace, Blake stepped
outside with Joanna and they slowly made their way to the
end of the property.
"How can I get a hold of you Pamela?"
"I'll give you my phone number and address." Blake took a
pen and paper out of his purse and wrote down the
information for Joanna.
"In a few weeks I'm going to be Pamela all the time. Then
I would love for you to be my girl friend!"
Joanna looked puzzled at Blake and he said, "you see only
my mom knows right now and she's going to tell my dad in a
couple of weeks. Once he knows, I can then be Pamela all
the time."
"You're younger than I thought."
Worriedly Blake asked, "please don't be upset."
"I think we'll have to wait a few years to find out if our
relationship can work out."
Blake started to fight back tears. "But Joanna..."
Seeing his tears, she but her arms around his shoulders,
"there, there, Pamela. I didn't say we shouldn't see each
other, just that, well you know, with your parents involved
it'll be very restrictive."
"But we'll be girls, I mean you'll be my girl friend and
then we can see each other as much as we want."
"I suppose you're right. Anyway, I'll give you a call next
week to see what your doing."
"I'd really like that Joanna!"
They exchanged a brief kiss and Blake set off homeward.
Randy was nowhere in sight and he decided to take small
streets all the way back to Kathy's house to make it very
unlikely that Randy could find him.
Along the way he decided he really had some important
thinking to do. All of a sudden he had Juergan, who he
knew he had a real crush on, and now Joanna, for whom he
also felt the early pangs of love. What could he do? What
should he do? But Joanna was right about one thing. The
whole issue might be solved very very fast once Juergan
knew he had a penis. The thought of Juergan being revolted
by him gave Blake a nauseous feeling. He could never do
that to Juergan, yet, unless he were to have surgery almost
immediately, Juergan would eventually find out. He would
have to be very chaste with Juergan! Only kissing for a
long time to come until he knew what he wanted to do. Of
course he could give Juergan a lot of pleasure with his
mouth and hands, but Juergan would want to reciprocate, and
that would be a problem.
*********************************
At Kathy's house he ran into Mrs. O'Connor and they sat
down to have a chat together. "Mrs. O'Connor, I wanted to
tell you that everything is turning out great with my mom,
and she and I can't ever thank you enough for all you have
done for us."
"I am so glad for you Pamela! But I must admit that I am a
tiny bit sorry about what happened since I am a little
jealous of your mom. I would have so much liked to feel
that you were my daughter."
Blake couldn't stop tears from filling his eyes and he
leaned over to hug her. "But Mrs. O'Connor you will always
be a mom to me, and just as close as my real mom! Please
don't ever feel jealous like that. I can't stand the
thought. You know I love you more than anything!"
"I didn't mean to upset you, honey, I do believe what
you're saying and I will always see you as my daughter.
Then you must always promise to visit me as often as you
can after you become Pamela all the time."
"I certainly will, you know that!"
"This has been such a busy time with the final preparations
for the wedding. I've been running around like the mad
hatter. Have I told you what time to show up here Saturday
morning?"
"Twelve O'clock noon."
"Yes, that should give you an hour to get ready before we
drive over to the church for the ceremony at 1:30. By all
means you better be prompt!"
"You can count on me!" Blake said, realizing with
limitless excitement, that the big day was almost here!
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