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http://www.incesttabooo.com/girlclub15.html
The Girls-Only Club
15. Chapter
Saturday morning finally came, and Blake awoke feeling more
excited than he had ever felt in his life. This was going
to be the most perfect day in history he thought! He
imagined himself and the other girls standing together in
their bridesmaid dresses waiting to march down the aisle:
their pink lacy gowns, white arms, pink high-heeled shoes
and their long hair perfectly set and resting lightly on
their shoulders. As much beauty as they would radiate,
however, it wouldn't compare to that of Beth who was
certainly the most beautiful bride ever. The scene up on
the dais: how it must look to the guests with the pretty
girls and the masses of flowers and the handsome groom and
the escorts standing on the ends. These thoughts raced
through Blake's mind as he stretched and got out of bed.
He couldn't stop smiling, he felt so giddy. Taking off the
panties he had slept in, he put on a fresh pair. It didn't
really matter though which ones he wore today anyway, since
he had a special bra, panty and slip set waiting for him at
Kathy's house. Mrs. O'Connor had specially picked out the
girls underwear for the wedding day. It was made of a pure
ivory colored silk blend with a delicate pink floral lace
pattern similar to that of the dress itself. Though it
wasn't absolutely necessary to have done that, Mrs.
O'Connor had thought it a perfect touch in view of how
special the day was.
Blake was especially excited because the Girls-Only Club
members had decided that he was grown up enough now to
increase his breast size. Waiting for him at Kathy's house
were size B forms with a similarly sized bra. The idea of
having a larger chest thrilled Blake so much that he
couldn't imagine how he would ever be able to wait until
noon time to see how it looked and felt.
*****************************
On Saturday mornings his family ate together: cheese
omelletes cooked by Blake's dad. Sundays the family ate
French toast cooked by his mom. As was the case every
Saturday morning, Blake's dad was in a very good mood. "So
Ann, do you think your going to win a trophy today?" he
said. She was entered in a weight lifting competition as
part of the yearly sports festival held downtown. It had
been the talk of the family for weeks, since it had
required some special petitioning of the event organizers
to get Ann permission to compete in an event which was
supposed to be for boys only.
"You bet, dad. None of those geeks is gonna stand a chance
against me!"
Blake shuddered thinking of Ann's huge biceps, and how she
probably would win seeing how much she hated boys and had
something to prove. Luckily his mom had already told him
that he wouldn't have to watch Ann compete since he needed
to prepare for the wedding.
"I can't wait to see their faces when you do your first
lift," Blake's dad continued. He was clearly very proud of
Ann. "We're all going to be rooting for you, aren't we?"
"You bet!" Barry said.
Before Blake could say anything, his dad looked at him
saying, "Maybe this time next year you'll enter the
competition and give Ann a run for her money! How are your
workouts coming along?"
"Just fine dad," he lied. He had no intention of ever
developing biceps.
"You watch Ann do her lifting today and I'm sure you'll get
inspired to work out even harder!"
Alarmed, Blake said, "I think its really great and all, but
you know that I have to get ready for the wedding. I
already discussed it with mom and she said I wouldn't have
to go downtown, not that I don't really want to see Ann and
all." He tried to phrase it so as not to give Ann the
impression that he was actually quite happy he didn't have
to go. He was looking forward to taking a delicious bubble
bath once everyone had left.
"What time is the wedding?" his dad said.
"About 1:30, but I have to be at Kathy's house at noon time
sharp to get ready."
"Well, the weight lifting competition runs only until noon.
We could easily get you to Kathy's before 12:30. I'm sure
they wouldn't mind if you were a half hour late."
"But I wouldn't be able to get dressed in time."
"Jesus, Blake, how long does it take you to put on a suit?"
"Just a few minutes, but..."
"C'mon, Blake, your sister has worked really hard for this,
and its important that the whole family be there to cheer
her on. Ain't that right Ann?"
"Yes, dad. I think it'll be really good for Blake to watch
me so he could learn better how to develop his physique.
Don't you agree, Blake?" she said it threateningly and
drilled him with her eyes. Blake knew better than to
protest any further, but he still hoped his mom would
intervene.
"I'm sure it will be Ann, but..." he looked at his mom
imploringly.
Blake's mother had a worried expression on her face as she
said, "Mrs. O'Connor is expecting him at noon, and it does
take a lot of time to get ready for a wedding."
"Maybe for the bride and bridesmaids, with all their makeup
and skirts and everything," his dad said, but for a guy, I
remember at our wedding I got dressed in a minute. Two
minutes, if you count the time I had to spend trying to get
my Windsor knot correct."
Blake's mom smiled, "you never did get it right, dear. An
extra half-hour might have done the trick. Anyway, it
would cause them a lot of unwanted concern if Blake was
late."
"Then we'll have him call her up and let her know. I'm
sure Mrs. O'Connor won't mind at all."
Blake felt his heart sag. He tried to smile and think
positive thoughts, but he knew he better not protest any
more or Ann would take it out on him later.
"It's OK, I guess, so long as we really do leave at noon."
"Don't worry," his dad said, "we'll get you to your
precious wedding. Now, lets leave right after breakfast so
we have some time to catch some of the other sporting
events. I think the kick boxing competition is on at ten."
"We don't have to rush down there," Janice said, "these
sports days are so boring, at least for the girls."
"Speak for yourself," Ann said, irritated.
"This year they're having a special fashion show or
something in the auditorium to keep the girls interested,"
Blake's mom said.
"Yuck," Ann said.
"Its going to be a Jessica McClintock fashion show. I
think it'll be mainly prom dresses."
"Sounds neat," Janice added.
Blake barely caught himself agreeing with Janice. Under
the glare of Ann he tried to act like he didn't care at
all.
"Could we leave a little before twelve?" Blake said
changing the subject back to their departure time. He
tried not to sound too insistent.
"Don't you worry, Blake, we'll give you plenty of time to
get ready. Then its all settled, we'll leave as soon as we
finish breakfast."
Blake felt a stab of anxiety and disappointment. A bubble
bath would have been just absolutely perfect for this
special day. Maybe he would still have time to take a
quick shower at Kathy's house. If they left for Kathy's
house at noon, he would only be fifteen minutes late.
"OK, Dad. It'll be fun to watch Ann," Blake said as
cheerfully as possible.
*******************************
Blake's family drove downtown to the sports festival in
their minivan. As soon as they were parked, Blake's dad
suggested they go watch the kick-boxing competition. Barry
and Ann immediately seconded the idea, but Janice and
Blake's mom protested.
"I hate kick boxing," Janice said, "I can't stand to watch
the fighters kick and punch each other."
"I agree with Janice," his mom spoke up. "Its not a
civilized sport and we shouldn't encourage it by
attending."
"Jesus, mom, kick boxing is the greatest," Ann said, "can't
we go dad?"
"Honey, the kids really want to see it. Why don't we split
up. You and Janice do whatever you want, like go to your
fashion show, and I'll take the kids to the boxing. Then
we can meet at 11:15 for the weight-lifting exhibition."
"Splendid idea," Janice said.
"But, dad!" Blake broke in, "I don't want to see the kick
boxing either."
"Why not Blake?" his father said with exasperation.
"Its like Janice said. It's too violent for me. I can't
stand to see the people getting hurt."
"They wear protective helmets."
"Still it really frightens me," Blake said.
Ann began laughing and pretended to be a kick boxer
fighting him. After a few fake kicks she landed one in his
stomach which partially knocked the air out of him and he
yelled in pain and had to fight to hold back tears.
"Ann!" his mother yelled and put herself in between them.
"How many time have I told you to stop picking on Blake.
You could have killed him with that kick."
Addressing her husband she said, "dear, let Blake come with
me and Janice. It won't do any good to keep him together
with Ann."
"Jesus, honey, whatever you want, but I don't see how you
can possibly take Blake to your fashion show. He'll be the
only guy there."
"What are you talking about? Lot's of men love fashion
shows, especially sophisticated men."
"Yeah right. OK, you three do whatever you want. We'll
meet you later."
******************************
As Blake, Janice and his mom walked toward the pavilion,
his mom said, "are you sure you won't mind the fashion
show?"
Blake looked at her funny and then realized that she was
saying that for Janice's benefit, since she wasn't supposed
to know about his "secret." "Of course not, mom. In fact,
I'm very excited about it."
Janice gave a worried look at Blake and then rolled her
eyes up when their gazes met. She moved a finger to her
mouth as if to say, "ssshh." Clearly, Janice was afraid
that his mom would find out his secret as well. Blake
realized that something had to be done to let them each
know that the other knew, but before he could decide what
to do, they ran into Valerie and group of girls from his
school.
"Hi, Pam! I-mean-Blake!," Valerie called out and Blake
turned beet red.
His mother turned to him saying, "Pam?"
"Oh, my God!" Janice exclaimed.
"Janice!" his mom exclaimed.
"Mom!" Janice exclaimed.
"I'm sorry Blake!" Valerie exclaimed.
"Blake, say something!" Janice exclaimed.
"It's OK Janice!" Blake cried.
"Janice, is it really OK!?" his mom said.
"Really? You know?"
"I know! You know?"
"Yes, mom!"
They both turned to Blake and he said, "I want you to meet
Valerie. She's in my class."
"Blake!" his mom and Janice said together.
"Nice to meet you," Valerie said and then introduced the
other girls.
There was an extended silence in which everyone smiled, and
Blake's mom and Janice looked back and forth at each other
and then at Blake. Finally, Blake's mom said, "are we all
going to the fashion show?"
"Yes!" said Valerie and the girls.
"Pamela," Blake's mom said, "why don't you, Valerie and the
other girls run ahead to the show. Janice and I will join
you there later. In fact, you go sit with your friends and
we'll meet you outside the theater at 11:15. Do you have a
watch?"
"No, but Valerie does."
"OK, just keep track of time and we'll see you later."
"Thanks mom," Blake said, and he and the other girls went
on ahead laughing and giggling amongst themselves.
**************************
Janice and Blake's mom, walking slowly together looked at
each other and at the same moment said, "I'm not even going
to ask!"
"But really, mom, when did you find out about Blake?"
"Just the other day; it was such a trying experience! Do
you remember when Blake and I went out together that
night?"
"Yes."
"Well it was to meet Mrs. O'Connor. I was going to give
her hell, even threaten her with a law suit, but then
something happened and I got this vision that there was no
use pretending that my son Blake was a boy. He really is
so girlish and I could see that it would probably make him
happy for the rest of his life if I could just accept him
as the Pamela he so desperately wants to be!"
"That's sweet of you mom. I saw the same thing in Blake a
few weeks ago and I also didn't have the heart to reject
him. He is so innocent and there is something so feminine
about him, it makes me want to buy pretty things for him,
just to see how happy it makes him. You know how some
girls just gravitate to pretty flowery dresses and heels
and look so delicate. I am afraid that Blake is that sort
of girl."
"Me too Janice. Its just a crazy thing, and whats even
more bizarre is how Ann is turning into a muscle man.
She's so strong and so hates her female side its
frightening!"
"She really terrorizes Pamela, too, and I'm getting more
and more afraid to stop her bullying. I know she could
kill me, so just imagine how fast she could kill Pamela!"
"She's made him into some sort of servant. Whatever she
tells him to do, he runs to do it. And he never
contradicts anything she says. In the past, he used to
stand up to her. I wonder if she blackmailing him or he's
just afraid of getting hurt."
"Maybe she knows about him wearing bras and panties?"
Janice said.
"It could be. She could be threatening to tell his father
or me. I guess it means that I shouldn't delay letting
your father know about Pamela, though I don't relish it one
bit. He's going to have a heart attack, besides maybe
killing Blake on the spot!"
"I know, mom. I'm really terrified about dad finding out.
How exactly did you find out?"
"It was completely by accident. The little dear hadn't
realized that after you wear a bra all day, it leaves a red
indentation in your skin that stays for quite some time. I
was delivering some clean towels to the bathroom while he
was in there and when he opened the door to let me in, I
could see plain as day the outline of a bra across his
chest and sides. You can imagine how I almost died.
Though now it sort of seems funny."
"I can't wait until he really becomes my sister," Janice
said, "Ann was never ever really feminine. With Pamela
I'll be able to help her pick out dresses and shoes, you
know, do girl type things together. Go to the mall or
beauty parlor with her. Help her discover more and more of
her feminine self. Maybe even double date one day."
"That will be nice. Another interesting thing will be to
see how his grandparents take the news."
"And all our aunts and cousins! It's going to be an
incredible period of time!"
"But the hardest part will be his dad. I hope once he
accepts that Blake is a girl, everything else will fall
into place."
*******************************
As they joined the line of girls entering the pavilion, it
was obvious that Blake was the only boy intending to see
the fashion show. When they got up to the front, a stout
women guarding the door said sharply, "I'm sorry young man,
but the fashion show is for girls only. Can't you read the
sign." She pointed to a small sign on the wall nearby
which Blake hadn't noticed.
"But I'm a girl," Blake protested.
'Yes, he is," Valerie added for emphasis.
"Don't be ridiculous. No boys! Now step aside so I can
let the rest of girls in."
"But I am a girl!" Blake said with some agitation as he
moved over.
"Give me a break. Do you want me to call the manager?"
the woman said testily.
Valerie said, "why don't you! Pamela is my girl friend and
its really insulting to call her a boy! Isn't it Pamela!"
Seeing the commotion, a short matronly woman walked over to
the group to find out what was happening. Addressing her,
the stout woman said, "Mrs. Parker, this boy is trying to
get into the show."
"I am sorry young man but this show is just for us ladies.
You have all the wonderful sport events going on outside
just for you. This is a show strictly for women and girls
to be enjoyed without the interference provided by men!"
Blake was completely distraught. "Mrs. Parker, please. I
am a girl. My name is Pamela. I wear girls underwear.
Every day now. I mean I never wear boy's underwear
anymore. And my mom knows all about it. In fact I'll be
wearing dresses all the time next fall." He started to
fight back tears.
"You're wearing boys clothes, you have a boys hairdo and
for someone your age you are completely flat chested. Do
you want me to inspect inside your jeans?"
"Look Ms. Parker," Valerie spoke up, "Pamela is still
transitioning to being a girl full time. Look inside her
blouse." Valerie lifted up the front of Blake's shirt and
showed off his white bra. Mrs. Parker gasped slightly at
the sight. "And she is wearing panties also, do I need to
show you?"
"You kids are just trying to play a practical joke on us!"
Mrs. Parker said, "and I'm not going to stand for it."
Just then a voice called out, "what's the commotion?"
Blake recognized Brenda from the girdle shop.
"Hi Brenda." Blake said, "they won't let me into the
fashion show cause they don't believe I'm a girl!"
"How ridiculous!" Brenda said, and turning to Mrs. Parker,
"Pamela is as feminine as any girl I know. She bought like
6 girdles from the shop where I work."
Blake blushed as Valerie and the other girls laughed. Mrs.
Parker couldn't suppress a chuckle also and then said,
"well, that may be the case but it would be disruptive to
the other girls to have her in the hall looking like a
boy."
"Can't you make an exception?" one of the girls asked.
Just then Blake's mom and Janice entered the lobby and
approached Blake and the others. "Mom, am I glad to see
you," Blake said. "Could you and Janice tell Mrs. Parker
that I'm a girl. She won't let me in the show cause its
supposed to be girls only."
Before Blake's mom could speak, Mrs. Parker said, "all
right, all right. I'll let Pamela in, but she must first
change into a dress, so no one complains to me later."
"Where am I going to get a dress?"
"We don't have time to drive her home to get one," his mom
said.
"Don't worry. Everyone else go on in and enjoy the show
while I find Pamela a dress. I know I saw an old dress
lying around the office. Come with me!" and Mrs. Parker
led Blake to her office adjacent to the lobby. She went
through a couple of closets until she found what she was
looking for: a pink sun dress with a wide skirt and
sunflowers embroidered on the bodice. She had Blake take
off his shirt and jeans and slipped the dress over his
head, and then zipped up the back.
"Not too bad a fit. I think it'll do!" Blake said.
"Now you run along and take your seat! Wait! first let me
brush your hair so you look more feminine." After a minute
of changing the style to 'Pamela's' she said, "all done.
Now hurry up, the show is about to begin!"
"I can't thank you enough, Mrs. Parker."
"The pleasure is all mine."
Blake ran back to the lobby and then into the pavilion and
looked around for Valerie and the other girls. Row after
row of women filled up the large hall. A long runway had
been constructed out over the center aisle for the models
to show off the dresses. Blake saw Valerie and the other
girls waving at him from a row halfway down the orchestra
level. Getting there, he had to maneuver past an entire
row of 20 girls, excusing himself as he passed each one.
Finally, he took his seat next to the runway with Valerie
to his right.
"That's a pretty dress they found for you," Valerie said.
"Aren't I lucky! I guess it could have been too big or too
small or too weird!"
Looking at the girls seated near him, Blake was aware of
how flat chested he was. "I should have stuffed something
in my bra!" he said.
"Put your socks in it; you can wear your sneakers
barefooted, lots of girls do that. Then let me put some
lipstick on you."
"Okay."
When she was done, he felt a lot better, except he wished
he was wearing pantyhose. "I don't suppose you have any
pantyhose Valerie?" he whispered to her.
"Fraid not!" she said. She was going to ask the other
girls if they happened to have an extra pair in their
purses, when the lights suddenly went out and the show
began. A spotlight lit up the center curtain and an
announcer came out smiling and waving at the audience.
Blake almost fell out of his seat when he realized that it
was Mr. Morris.
"Oh my God!" he said under his breath, "it's Mr. Morris!"
"Who's he?" Valerie whispered.
"He made me give him a blow job!"
"You must be kidding!"
"No! The other girls will tell you."
"God, how disgusting!"
"I'll tell you about it later!"
Mr. Morris was just like Blake remembered him. Poised and
self possessed, he described what the show was about, the
kinds of dresses they would be seeing. His many jokes got
the audience to relax.
As he spoke, he sidled out onto the runway, dragging a long
cable attached to the microphone. When he reached a point
opposite Blake, the cord wouldn't extend any further so he
stood there, swiveling around looking in all directions
while joking with the audience. Blake was too stunned to
listen carefully to what he was saying, but he perceived
that Mr. Morris was looking for someone from the audience
to answer some questions and to assist him up on the stage.
The girls around him raised their hands trying to get Mr.
Morris to pick them. By bizarre accident Mr. Morris picked
Blake, even though he hadn't raised his hand. In a booming
voice, he asked "how about this young lady? Come on up and
lets find out what you think about Jessica McClintock."
The spotlight was turned directly on Blake who saw that Mr.
Morris had leaned toward him offering his hand to help him
step up onto the runway.
Blake shook his head and whispered, "please take someone
else!"
"No, no, no!" Mr. Morris's loudly intoned, "don't be shy,
you're too lovely to pass up! We all want to see you, now
come on up!" Mr. Morris obviously found Blake's reluctance
amusing and was not going to take no for an answer.
Finally, Blake stood and reluctantly had himself led up
onto the runaway. He had to first jump up so that he was
sitting on it and then tuck his legs to the side and get
onto his knees. Mr. Morris then took his hand and helped
him onto his feet.
Looking down on him while Blake stood shyly holding his
bare arms across his stomach, Mr. Morris grinned broadly as
he kept up his banter with the audience. To avoid the
blinding spotlight, Blake looked down toward Mr. Morris'
feet.
"So what's your name young lady?"
"Pamela."
"Pamela, a very pretty name." Looking up, Blake saw a
sudden confusion in Mr. Morris's eyes, and then heard him
say, "don't I know you from somewhere?"
Lying, Blake said, "I don't think so." Mr. Morris'
expression suddenly changed, as if he had seen a ghost, and
Blake had the impression that he had mumbled some epithet
under his breath. Holding the mike away from the two of
them, he whispered, "of all the girls in this place, how in
heaven's name did I end up picking you?" Then putting the
mike to his lips he said, "So tell me Pamela, are you a
local girl?"
"Yes, Mr. Morris"
"Are you going to your prom next month?"
"I don't know yet. No boys have asked me." The audience
laughed.
"I can't imagine a girl as pretty as you not going. Maybe
someone has a brother who could ask Pamela?" There was a
smattering of laughter and a shout of "yes!" followed by
more laughter.
"What kind of dress would you want to wear to the prom,
assuming you were going?"
"I don't know, something with a full skirt. Maybe pink, or
light blue or yellow. I know! I'm sure I'd want a Jessica
McClintock dress!"
This was greeted by much laughter and some applause. "Tell
you what Pamela. Its time to see our first dress. Come
over here with me and help Mimi, describe it, will you?."
Without waiting for a reply he led Blake to a lectern off
to one side of the stage where they were joined by a middle
aged women in a long sequined gown.
"Hi, Pamela! and all you girls!" Mimi intoned in a syrupy
voice, "have we got dresses for you! Now, Pamela why don't
you kick things off by telling everyone about our first
gown."
Startled by the attention, Blake nonetheless found his
composure and recited into the microphone from a card Mimi
had handed him:
"Our first number from the new 1997 Jessica McClintock
collection, worn by lovely Dolores, is a Magenta duchess
satin dress with skinny strap bodice and fitted shaw
jacket."
To large applause, a beautiful raven-haired woman came
sweeping out onto the runway wearing the gorgeous dress.
Blake excitedly joined in the clapping. While Dolores
began her trip up the runway, Mr. Morris tapped Blake on
the shoulder and whispered to him, "Mimi can handle the
rest. Come with me." He indicated a passageway through
the curtain to the backstage area. Not knowing what he was
supposed to be doing next, Blake followed Mr. Morris and
found himself among a scattered assortment of stage props
including a large overstuffed arm chair.
Alone with Blake, Mr. Morris said, "just as pretty as I
remember you Pamela. I've been thinking a lot about you."
"Mr. Morris don't you start up your seduction routine on
me."
"Pamela!"
"No, let me finish! You took advantage of me and made me
do a disgusting act which I could have you put in prison
for."
"Pamela, Pamela, why are you talking so cruelly? I did you
a big favor that day. I made you come to terms with
yourself, didn't I?"
This was an unexpected bit of logic which Blake tried to
digest before he continued his scolding.
"Preying upon a young girl like myself is really horrible.
You could have caused me all kinds of emotional trauma!"
"You watch too many movies Pamela. While I admit that I
did sort of take advantage of your innocence, you were
awfully innocent, and if it wasn't me then certainly some
other guy would have had you in the same position. I'll
bet that I helped you grow up much faster and start to
behave more like a real girl. In fact, just look at
yourself today. No one would ever know that you're a guy
underneath that pretty sundress."
Blake found his anger waning by the flattery. It was very
hard to know if Mr. Morris had been bad or not. There
seemed to be some truth in what he was saying.
"Look, Pamela, here comes Dolores, watch what she thinks
about me."
Blake turned around to see Dolores quickly walking towards
them in the magenta gown.
"Hi Dolores," Jim said, "do you know Pamela?"
"She did a great job introducing me," Dolores said, "now
sit down and spread your legs, I've got to get to work!"
While Mr. Morris sat in the armchair, Dolores fell quickly
to the ground in front of him and with his help opened his
fly and removed his penis. "Let me make sure Jim. This is
still the one hundred/one thousand deal?" Dolores said.
"Same as last week, honey. Better luck this time!"
"You fucker," she said, and she began avidly sucking on Mr.
Morris's cock. It had happened so fast and seemed so
incompatible with the show going on just outside the
curtain that Blake was dumbstruck.
Seeing his confusion, Mr. Morris said, "let me explain,
Pamela. The girls and I have a little contest which we do
at each of these shows. They take turns sucking on me
after they come off the runway and until the next girl
shows up. Then they run to the dressing room to switch
dresses and wait their turn until they're back on the
runway, and then they get another shot at my prick. The
one who is sucking on me when I cum wins a thousand bucks.
To make it fair, I give them each a hundred bucks just for
participating."
"What a bizarre thing,.." Blake couldn't think of a word
to describe his surprise. Dolores, who was working
steadily on the cock, stopped for a second to say, "Jim,
your gonna have to raise the stakes. I'm not sure all this
work is worth a hundred bucks." She resumed using her
mouth to go over and around every part of Mr. Morris's
balls and penis. Her long fingernails rested lightly on
the scrotum as she rhythmically slid her mouth up and down
the cock. She stopped again to say, "its not as easy as
you might think and its definitely not luck. In the early
rounds, we all just do a basic job to get Jim aroused.
Later, we have to be very careful not to get him to the
point where he will easily cum for the next girl. You see,
you have to decide whether to go all the way or not, and if
you start an all out effort and you see its not going to
happen, then you had better cool him down real fast before
the next girl comes, and then hope you get another chance
in the next round. You have to be very quick and skillful
since you only have about a minute until the next girl
shows up."
As she finished saying this another model came up to them
wearing a lilac crepe dress with braided trim at the
neckline and empire waist. "Move over Dolores, let me at
him."
"He's all yours Sylvia," Dolores said, "now I've got to run
and get changed!"
Sylvia had wrapped her hands around Mr. Morris's penis and
lifted it up to her face. "You're such a pig Jim, letting
Pamela watch this," she said, "let her go back to her
seat."
"Sylvia, don't worry about Pamela. She's already joined
the club."
Pulling the penis out of her mouth, Sylvia asked, "no shit!
Pamela, he got you to suck him off already?"
"He made me do it a few weeks ago," Blake said.
"Man alive, he spends half his time with his cock in some
girls mouth!" She plunged her mouth down on the cock and
took a mighty suck and then remained with just the
sensitive head in her mouth. She must have been doing
something really special with her tongue and lips, because
Blake could see the organ start to pulse out to a full
erection. Jim even let out a slight moan. In what seemed
like just seconds, however, another woman appeared behind
Sylvia and tapped her on the shoulder. Sylvia immediately
let go of the cock and stood up.
"A thousand bucks is a thousand bucks. Jim knows how to
motivate us girls. The pay for modeling this show is
shit."
"Now, now Sylvia don't give Pamela the wrong impression.
Someday she might want to do some modeling," Mr. Morris
said.
As Sylvia ran off to get changed, Mr. Morris continued to
explain to Blake what was happening.
"You see its part of the rules that you have to let go the
moment you get tagged. If you hesitate just a second
you're disqualified." Mr. Morris was talking calmly to
Blake, who wondered how he could concentrate since the next
woman was vigorously sliding her head up and down on the
shaft. She was wearing a black Shantung bodice dress,
white full organza ballet length skirt, with black
embroidered floral motif.
Stopping for a second she said, "we're definitely starting
to get somewhere Jim, but its going to be a while yet!"
She resumed her sliding motion, not too fast or too slow,
evidently trying to get him aroused but not explosive.
In a minute a beautiful blonde woman appeared in a red
Dupioni silk 2 pc. outfit with V neckline blouse, silk
flower pin, bodice pleat details, and full floor length
skirt. She tapped the kneeling woman on the shoulder who
let Jim's cock slide out of her mouth and then jumped up
quickly to her feet.
The blonde gracefully lifted her skirt and settled in
between Jim's legs. She began kissing the penis and
started sucking it very gently while running her hands over
Mr. Morris's balls. The penis seemed to be getting very
much solidly erect now.
Over the next few minutes, several more women appeared, and
then Dolores was there again, now wearing a melon ice
Dupioni silk 2 pc. jacket with softly dipped neckline,
knotted buttons down the front and short petal sleeves with
full skirt. Blake had lost the exact count, but figured
that there were about ten women altogether.
"Well how are we doing?" Dolores asked to the penis as she
kneeled in front of it.
"Its really cookin!" Jim said. His face was flushed and
he evidently was very much enjoying the action.
"Well, from the looks of it, your not going to blow off
until the third round. I think I'll just stoke the fires a
little bit, right now." She resumed her sucking very much
as she had done during her first round, only this time the
penis was staying fully erect and Jim appeared to be
moaning almost continuously.
"Jesus, Dottie, you're the best!"
"Fuck you, Jim," she said as Sylvia came up to her wearing
a lustrous pink satin gown, sprinkled with alluring
rum-pink floral and ribbon accents. It had a fitted bodice
decorated with hand-beaded and sequined Venise-lace
appliques at the square neckline and waistline, and sheer
satin-trimmed front straps leading to a striking,
ribbon-striped illusion back. "He says the same thing to
everybody," Sylvia said looking at Blake.
Sylvia examined Jim's swelled organ, "looking good, but I
ain't going for the gold just yet. I think next round will
just about be it."
"That's what Dolores said!" Blake exclaimed. He was
getting excited by the action. It even crossed his mind
that he would like to join in.
As if reading his mind, Mr. Morris said, "I'm sorry you
can't join in, Pamela, but I would be happy to give you a
private opportunity some time."
Blake blushed and tried to protest, but Mr. Morris said,
"come, come Pamela, you know you'd really like it."
Another women had appeared wearing an A-line dress with
softly curved neckline, short sleeves and white silk
chiffon ballet length skirt. "Mr. Morris," Blake said,
"you're awfully conceited. Actually I find this whole
thing to be preposterous!"
When Blake started to say something more, Mr. Morris
indicated for him to be silent, "we're getting close to
blast off, you better just watch from now on, so we don't
shortchange anybody."
The newest woman was clearly undecided what strategy to
take at this transitional phase, as she alternately sucked
very hard and then stopped, trying to sense its reaction.
"With a little bit of luck Jim, I'll get you the next
round. You better save it for me or I'll cut it off."
Mr. Morris said, "you know I can't do that even if I wanted
to!"
The woman then squeezed the penis hard and Blake saw a drop
of precum rise up on the end. The woman licked it up
saying, "OK Jim, I meant what I said!"
As the next woman came, she got up and said, "he's only
just started to precum. It's still gonna be a while."
"Yeah, it takes awhile after the first precum before he
starts oozing constantly. When he does, we know that we
have to start thinking about the end game."
Mr. Morris was clearly no longer in a position to talk.
His cock was bright red and extended, with each girl
squeezing it hard to see if they could get some pre-cum
from it. Blake could see the women getting more involved
with each detail of their manipulation of the cock. The
woman just ahead of Dolores came in a black satin dress
with empire waistline. Taking stock of the situation as
the model ahead of her was getting up, she said, "OK its
bingo time. You better shoot off for me!"
Jim couldn't mutter a reply. He was slumped back in the
chair, with legs spread apart under the control of his
enflammed penis which pointed like a spear toward the
rafters of the theater. This time as the woman positioned
herself at Jim's feet, she had her head turned so one eye
could look towards the direction where the next woman would
come from. She began a powerful display of sucking,
putting the full penis deep in her throat and using both
hands to vigorously squeeze and roll the balls while
slapping Jim's buttocks. Her head went up and down in a
series of motions leaving her an extra second or two to
manipulate the sensitive end. Just as it seemed that Jim's
cock was convulsing toward an orgasm, the woman could see
the curtain rustling where Dolores would be coming from.
Instantly, she grabbed the base of the penis and gave a
sharp bite to the soft flesh on Jim's abdomen. She then
spanked him hard on his behind and growled, "you better
save it for me you fucker!"
"Ouch!" he yelled, as Dolores came up and without wasting
a word began plowing into the penis. Where the bite of the
previous model had caused a slight sagging in the erection,
Dolores' mouth caused it to rigidly snap back to attention.
As she worked the cock like a machine, she kept one eye
toward the curtain. As Jim moaned more and more deeply,
she began licking the underside of the penis near the end,
forcing the phallus down hard against her tongue.
Suddenly, with the first dance of the curtain she repeated
the tactic of the previous woman and viciously grabbed the
base of the cock and gave Jim a nasty pinch on the
buttocks. He yelled in pain and as she got up she gave the
cock a parting squeeze just as Sylvia came up to them. She
got down between his legs and frantically worked the cock
with her tongue, while her hands kneaded the balls. The
spectacle had Blake mesmerized as he got caught up in the
tension as to which of the women would win the thousand
dollars. From the looks of Jim, he couldn't imagine that
he wouldn't cum immediately and he found himself inwardly
rooting for Sylvia to get the winning orgasm. Inside his
dress he realized that he had an erection which luckily
wouldn't show under the wide skirt of the sundress. He
wished he could help Sylvia somehow, but stayed away so as
not to risk disqualifying her.
Once again, he saw Sylvia stop suddenly when her sharp eyes
picked up movement in the curtain. She gave Jim a vicious
squeeze on his balls causing him to shriek and then put a
viselike lock on the base of his prick until the exact
second when the next woman came. Blake couldn't see how
Jim could last any longer, he was nearly in a dead faint,
alternating between intense moans and sudden cries of pain.
In fact, six more girls came and went, until it was the
turn of a blonde model named Audrey who was two before
Dolores in the rotation. While standing over Jim, she
placed her mouth over his cock and fell down all the way to
the shaft and then rapidly back up again. She repeated
this motion again and again as if her face was a vagina.
By the tenth time it was clear that Jim was done for. His
body began convulsing and his penis thrust out anticipating
Audrey's next swallow. As she bore down on him, Jim
screamed with pleasure, so loud that it would certainly
have been heard in the auditorium, if it weren't for the
music accompanying the show. Jim's cock began squirting
semen up onto Audrey's mouth, on her face and in the air.
Blake let out a small cheer of excitement and
congratulations to Audrey, who quickly got up and said,
"that'll be a thousand big ones Jim." They were then
joined by the next model who said, "shit, Audrey, you're
too damn good!"
"Sorry dear, maybe next week. I think I just drew a good
position."
"Jim, you've got to raise the booby prizes. A hundred
bucks is hardly worth the effort," the losing model said.
Jim, who was just coming to his senses after his explosive
orgasms was covered by a huge puddle of cum. "How about I
give you fifty bucks if you clean me up with your mouth?"
"What a shit you are! Make it a hundred."
"OK," he said and the woman got down next to him and began
lapping up the cum. Just then Dolores reappeared and after
Audrey explained what was happening, she too got Jim to
agree to an extra hundred dollars for cleaning him off.
Blake watched the two women licking Jim's stomach and
genitals and in an odd way he felt jealous. His mind told
him it was the worst sort of sexism, but his instinct felt
excited by the purely animalistic behavior of the women.
The models finished their job and got up. When they had
all left to change into their last dresses, Blake said, "I
don't know how you can get away with treating women like
you do."
"Come help me get dressed," Jim said ignoring his remark.
Blake felt a twinge of anger and humiliation but also felt
like his womanhood was being challenged, so, while Mr.
Morris pulled his underwear up his leg, Blake guided the
soft penis into it and then pulled up Mr. Morris' pants as
he stood up.
"As I said, Pamela, you can suck on it any time you want.
Just give me a call."
"Mr. Morris, you just spent like two thousand dollars for
that blow job, how much will you pay me?"
"Pamela, you're not a whore. Why are you talking like
that?"
"I could really use the money, that's why! You remember
you told me that you might help me become truly Pamela?"
"Yes, of course."
"Well, since I first met you I've decided to really become
a girl. Even my mom knows about me and is OK about it."
"I'm glad to hear that."
"But you know, my family isn't very rich or anything and I
would really like to, you know, become a lot more like
Pamela."
Mr. Morris looked puzzled and Blake blurted out, "I would
really love it if you could pay for my having some breasts
implanted. Like maybe B or C cups I think would be nice
with my figure. They cost about five thousand dollars I
think. If I couldn't get them from you I might have to
wait years until I could afford them. And of course I
would let you feel them or kiss them if you wanted to, I
guess as long as I wasn't married or going steady." There
was a pleading tone to Blake's voice as he realized how
honest he had been with Mr. Morris. Mr. Morris seemed
deeply touched and came over and put his arms around him.
"My dear Pamela, I would love nothing more than to help you
out. Five thousand is chump change for me. Jesus, I think
I earn that in one hour at the TV station. Look, I'll even
get my secretary to research the best plastic surgeon in
town, and as soon as you want, you go get it done, on me!"
Crying, Blake put his arms around Mr. Morris and hugged him
tight. "Oh Mr. Morris you're too wonderful. Just as soon
as my Dad knows and everything is OK I'll contact you. My
mom and I are hoping I can go to school in the fall as a
girl, so maybe this summer I could have the surgery!"
"Only too glad to help out. However, I really hope you'll
be able to visit me at the station every so often, if you
know what I mean. Here's my card." Blake knew exactly
what he meant but didn't mind. It wasn't much work giving
Mr. Morris blow jobs and he stood to benefit a lot.
Mr. Morris stood up and looked at his watch. "A little
after twelve, I have to get ready to finish up the show."
Not believing his ears, Blake cried out, "after twelve?
Did you say its after twelve?"
"Yes."
"My God! I can't believe the time! I've got to run! How
can I get to the main lobby from here?" he implored Mr.
Morris.
"I'm not sure. There must be a way through the dressing
room. Go through there." He pointed to the door through
which the models had been going after leaving Mr. Morris.
Without looking back, Blake ran to the door which led to a
corridor. Following it, he ended up in a large dressing
room where the models where in various stages of dressing.
Dolores was standing in front of a mirror taking off her
bra, when Blake ran up to her asking, "how can I get to the
main lobby from here?"
"I don't know, Pamela. All I know is that that door leads
outside," she said pointing to a door with an exit light
over it.
Blake ran to it, pushed it open and found himself on the
street on the side of the theater. After getting his
orientation, he ran up the block toward the main entrance
hoping to find his mom and Janice waiting for him, but they
were nowhere in sight. He ran into the theater lobby and
knocked on the door of the managers office. It was locked
and no one answered. "Mrs. Parker must be watching the
show," he thought to himself.
He had to pee terribly and decided to use the ladies room
hoping that someone would return by the time he was done.
He entered a stall, lifted the sundress, pulled down his
panties and sat on the seat trying to pee. Nothing would
come out. He tried and tried, and though his bladder
ached, he was so nervous he couldn't go. He got up, got
dressed and ran out back into the lobby. Looking around he
still saw no one. A large clock in the lobby showed that
it was 12:15. He ran to the back of the theater and
squinted around in the dark looking for an usher. Up on
the runway the pretty blonde model was strutting around in
a gorgeous white dress and he could see that Mr. Morris had
rejoined Mimi at the podium.
Blake's agitation caused a woman seated nearby to get up
and approach him. It was the ticket taker. Blake
excitedly whispered to her that he had to change back to
his clothes and the managers office was locked. The woman
told him to wait a minute while she went down the aisle
into the dark and kneeled down to speak to someone sitting
in an aisle seat. After what seemed an eternity Blake saw
the manager come walking towards him.
Out in the lobby, he said, "I'm terribly sorry, but I've
got to meet someone and I'm late."
"You could keep the sundress, dear, if you want it."
"Thank you, I do love it, but I've got to be back to being
a boy I'm afraid."
"OK, whatever," and she led him back to the office. Blake
ran inside and quickly changed back into his jeans and
shirt while the woman watched.
"I'll come back for the dress sometime, I really like it,"
Blake said. He was about to rush out the door, when the
woman said, "I don't suppose you would want to take off
your lipstick, would you?"
"Oh my God!" Blake said, and he began wiping it furiously
with his fingers.
"You're just smearing it around your face. Here, let me
help you." She came over and using a tissue found in a
desk drawer, helped him get the lipstick off. "OK, I think
you're all set."
"I can't thank you enough," Blake said as he ran off.
Crossing the lobby he saw that it was 12:20.
Outside again, he was again disappointed to not find Janice
or his mom. He couldn't imagine that they wouldn't wait
for him; on the other hand it was so late, that they might
have already gone to see Ann. Unable to make up his mind
he ran back and forth up the block hoping to catch a
glimpse of them. A sharp pang of anxiety shot through the
pit of his stomach and enflammed his already swollen
bladder. Every step he felt it would burst. He ran down
another block and still couldn't decide what to do.
****************************************
At Kathy's house, the Girls-Only Club members were almost
all fully dressed. They had been helping each other put
their bridesmaid dresses on, fastening the back zip and
making sure the skirts rested correctly on the layers of
crinolines. As they congregated in Kathy's room taking
turns in front of the mirror touching up their make-up and
hair, Kathy said, "where in the world is Pamela? It's
already almost twenty past. How is she ever going to get
ready in time?"
"I'm really starting to worry," Penny said, "it's so unlike
her to be late."
"And especially for the wedding day. She has been just
dying to wear her bridesmaid dress!" Janet added.
"It's still a little early to worry that much," Amy said
trying to sound confident. "I'm sure its just some minor
problem."
"You don't think we should call her home?" Kathy said.
"Let's give her five more minutes," Karen said.
While they continued to get ready, they couldn't get the
thought of Blake being in some sort of trouble out of their
minds. After a few minutes, Mrs. O"Connor came across the
hall from her room. She was still in her slip, and her
make-up was partially completed. "Any sign of Pamela?"
she asked the girls.
"None, mom!" Kathy said with obvious alarm.
"Mrs. O'Connor, I think we ought to call her house and
find out what's happening."
"Good idea," Mrs. O'Connor said, and she walked over to the
extension in Kathy's room and dialed Blake's number.
The girls gathered around her to listen to the
conversation. After a minute Mrs. O'Connor hung up the
receiver saying, "No answer. I suppose that's a good sign,
it could mean that he's on his way. When she comes in,
however, we'll have to help her get dressed as fast as
possible."
***********************************
With each step jarring his overloaded bladder, Blake walked
and ran back and forth up the blocks surrounding the
theater. There was no sign of his mom and he was in a
state of panic. In the distance the clock on top of the
bank building tower said that it was almost 12:30. Behind
him he saw the girls were starting to exit the McClintock
show. "I should have just run to the weight lifting
event," he thought as he agonized over the situation.
Tears started filling his eyes and he felt anxious thinking
about how the girls must be worried to death about him, or
maybe even furiously angry.
He finally decided to just go to the weight lifting arena
and started toward it and then realized that he had better
relieve his bladder or he would have an accident. He
turned around and headed against the current of girls back
into the pavilion and without thinking headed to the ladies
room. As he stepped inside, he saw that there was a long
line waiting for the stalls. The women ahead of him seemed
to be staring at him with surprise. Blake couldn't figure
out what the problem was until he realized that he wasn't
wearing the sundress anymore. Turning to leave he ran
right into Valerie.
"Pamela, what happened to you?"
"I can't explain, Valerie, I've got to run, I'm late for
the wedding. I'll tell you in school!" With that he ran
out of the ladies room and into the men's room next door.
It was empty, but he still went to a stall to pee, not
feeling comfortable standing up anymore. The pressure was
so intense on his bladder that it was accompanied by a huge
erection as he sat trying to pee. He tried to think of
various mundane subjects to soften it a bit and finally a
little pee came out. Just when it was about to turn into a
flood, his penis hardened again and then he had to again
turn his mind away from his anxiety at being late. This
caused some more pee to come out and then abruptly it
stopped. He was now absolutely beside himself with panic
and began crying. Through his tears he looked down on his
panties, his penis stiffened again and then, as had
happened at Kathy's house a few weeks earlier, it began
uncontrollably spurting semen. It would now take several
minutes until he could pee again, so he pulled up his
panties and jeans and decided to just run to the weight
lifting exhibit and worry about finishing his peeing later.
Working his way outside for the third time, he walked and
ran as fast as he could to the weight lifting exhibit. To
his overwhelming relief he saw his mom and Janice standing
with his dad, Barry and Ann at the back of the hall. When
his mom saw him she said, "where in the world were you?"
"You missed seeing Ann win the competition!" his dad said.
"You're going to be late for the wedding!" Janice added.
"I know, I know, I know," Blake exclaimed, "I'll explain it
all in the car! Can we go now?"
"Thanks a lot for rooting for me," Ann said sarcastically.
"I'm sorry Ann, I was intending to come, I mean I really
wanted to come, but it wasn't my fault I missed it." He
was lying now, but he would say anything just to get
everyone walking toward the car. "I'm so sorry, there was
no clock in the hall and I was sitting with Valerie and
some friends from school and I kept asking them for the
time, and I guess their wrist watch was an hour off. You
know the time changed last weekend and I guess Valerie
forgot to change it. I did think the show was kind of
long, but she kept assuring me she had the right time. Can
we go now to the car."
"It sounds like a lot of BS to me," Ann said.
"I'm really disappointed in you, Blake, "his dad said.
"Besides the fact that you lost all track of time watching
a fashion show, this competition really meant a lot to your
sister and you missed her incredible performance."
"I know dad, I feel just awful. If there was anything I
could do to make it up to her, I'd be happy to."
"Well, to tell you the truth, they're going to have the
award ceremony where they present Ann with a trophy in a
few minutes. Let us stay for this and then we'll get you
to Kathy's house."
"But that'll push the time to after 1 O'clock!"
"Blake, you'll still be able to get ready, and it will be a
nice gesture to Ann."
"Yeah, Blake, it's about time you did something nice for
me, instead of thinking of your self all the time."
"Ask me to do anything else except this! All the girls and
Mrs. O'Connor and Beth are all going to be worrying to
death about me! Please, please, Ann, let us go now!"
"Screw you, Blake," Ann said, and Blake began to fight back
tears welling up in his eyes.
"Blake!" his dad said, shaking his head.
His mom rushed over and put her arm around him causing him
to start sobbing. People sitting nearby in the stands
turned their heads to observe Blake. His mom then said,
"dear, we promised Blake we'd get him to Kathy's by 12:30,
and its now getting on to one. While we're all proud of
Ann, we really should get moving for Blake's sake. I'm
sure Mrs. O'Connor must be frantic wondering where he is."
"Oh, Jesus in heaven!" his dad said, "c'mon Ann, I guess
we do have to go, even if Blake screwed up. We should have
taken two cars. Anyway, we can come back to pick up the
trophy after we drop Blake off."
"But dad if I leave now, they'll give the trophy to someone
else."
"They'll hold it for you, I'm sure."
"They won't dad."
"I'm sorry, Ann, but we have to go."
With obvious resentment, Ann turned and followed the rest
of her family out the door heading to the car. Blake was
glad that Ann didn't put up a bigger fight. Hopefully,
once he got to Kathy's house, he would be able to get his
dress on in just a minute or two so the wedding party would
not have to wait long for him. Blake tried not to show his
impatience, at the snail's pace with which they walked to
the car. Clearly, Ann was slowing them down on purpose,
but there was nothing he could do about it.
When they got to the car Blake quickly took a seat in the
back, while Ann seemed to take forever getting her stuff
together and finally getting in. His dad started the
engine and they took off in the direction of Kathy's house.
Ann sat sulking in the back looking out the window.
Suddenly she turned to Blake saying, "so Blake, did you
find a nice dress to wear to the prom?"
Barry laughed and even Blake's dad couldn't suppress a
snicker.
"Ann!" her mom rebuked, "that's uncalled for."
"Answer me Blake!"
"There were some dresses I liked and Valerie and the other
girls were very glad to hear my opinion about them," Blake
said hoping that Ann would stop trying to tease him.
"How much weight do you think that you could lift Blake?"
Ann said.
"I don't know."
"Ten pounds?"
"Ann!"
"As much as me?"
"Of course not, Ann, you know that you work out and I
don't."
"I can't believe my older brother is such a sissy. I bet
they wouldn't even let you into a girls weight-lifting
competition."
Blake was scared of the direction to which Ann was leading
the conversation. "I don't know, Ann, do they even have
such contests?"
"What are you implying? That I'm some sort of freak?"
"Of course not Ann."
"No more a freak than you going to watch a fashion show,
and sit there with the other girls discussing which dresses
you like."
"Ann, I've told you many times to not talk that way to your
brother!" her mom scolded her.
"Do you also offer advice on picking out bras and panties?"
"Ann!" her mother said sharply from the front seat.
"Ann, please stop teasing me. You know that if I didn't
have the wedding I would love to see you get the trophy."
"You could have waited two more minutes."
"But I was already very late."
"I can't believe that I had to give that up so you can go
off to this stupid wedding."
"It's not stupid." As soon as he said it, Blake realized
that he should have held his tongue: a fundamental rule of
their new relationship was that he never contradict her.
"Blake, what did I say about contradicting me?"
"I'm sorry Ann, it was stupid of me."
Overhearing this exchange, Blake's dad interrupted, "Blake,
I don't understand why you're so afraid of Ann."
There was a silence as Blake didn't know what to say. If
he said he was afraid, his dad would be mad at him. If he
said he wasn't Ann would kill him.
"Well, Blake, answer me. Why are you so afraid of Ann?"
He decided to take a chance that Ann would only hurt him
some other time and said "I'm not afraid of her."
As soon as he said it, the look on Ann's face told him he
had made the wrong choice. "Oh, yeah?" she said, and in
an instant she had grabbed his arms and forced him down on
the seat. In a rage she said, "I'm so sick of you and your
stupid little girly shit."
"Ann!" Blake's mother cut in.
"Stupid little fairy princess. I gave up that trophy for
Blake and his stupid wedding."
"I don't care, Ann. You watch your language or you're
going to be one sorry young lady."
Fuming, Ann released Blake and went back to her side of the
seat. After a minute she said, "I don't know why you call
me the young lady, dad. Blake's the one wearing a bra and
panties."
Blake froze and nearly passed out with fright and looked at
Ann with pleading eyes. "What do you mean by that remark?"
his dad said, puzzled.
Looking directly at Blake with a smirk she said, "exactly
what I said. Blake's been wearing girls underwear for
weeks now. Why do you think he spends so much time with
those girls. They made him a member of the Girls-Only Club
cause he now pretends he's a girl all the time."
Blake's mom and Janice sat still with their faces turning
red. His mom was only able to muster a faint, "Ann! Why
are you making up such nonsense?"
The pace of the car was slowing and Barry turned around to
look back at Blake and Ann. Blake said, "Dad, she's
lying!" but Ann reached over, grabbed his shirt and lifted
it.
"Oh, shit, dad!" Barry said incredulously, "Ann's right.
Blake's wearing a bra!" The car swerved to the side of the
road and stopped suddenly as his Dad jammed on the brakes.
Turning around to look for himself he said, "holy shit
Blake! What the fuck is going on?"
"Your language dear!" his mom said.
Blake started to cry and Ann said, "see he's wearing
panties too" as she pulled down the side of his pants
revealing their lacy elastic band.
Through his sobs Blake said, "Dad, I can explain," but his
dad was not listening.
"The first thing I'm going to do is take you home and whip
the shit out of your backside. Then you're going straight
to a psychiatrist."
"But the wedding!"
"Fuck the wedding! You're not going to any fucking
wedding."
"Dad!" Janice said.
"Dear!" his mom said, "you can't."
"Oh can't I?" his dad said, and with that, he started up
the car and drove off burning rubber toward their house.
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