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Incest Man can you repost
The Girls-Only Club" Chapter 1
Please?
"Incest Man" <incestman@graffiti.net> wrote in message
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> http://www.incesttabooo.com/girlclub17.html
>
> The Girls-Only Club
>
> Chapter 17 (Last Chapter)
>
> On the way to church Blake regained his composure and
> determination, though he also felt a hollowness in his
> chest, which he knew would persist until the day his dad
> accepted him as Pamela. After reaching their destination,
> Willy helped Blake and the other girls out of the car.
> Blake saw Jeurgan standing by himself at the far end of the
> parking lot and walked over to him. He didn't know what he
> would say, but he desperately wanted to square things with
> Jeurgan before they had to march together down the center
> aisle of the church.
>
> "Hi, Jeurgan," Blake said smiling and trying to be as
> sunny as he could manage.
>
> Jeurgan turned toward him and Blake saw him gasp in
> surprise as his eyes landed upon him. Blake knew he was
> pretty; the dress saw to that, but evidently the total
> effect was overwhelming. "My goodness, Pamela, I hadn't
> realized how pretty you are!"
>
> "Do you like my dress?" Blake said holding out the skirt
> and twirling around once.
>
> "Why of course, and your hair and your smile and
> everything. I can't believe how beautiful you are!"
> Jeurgan was clearly shaken. Blake walked up close to him
> and stood looking up into his face. Blake's perfume
> engulfed him and Jeurgan said, "I can't believe you're a
> boy. You're prettier than any girl I've ever known. Can
> you tell me what this is all about?"
>
> "It wasn't fair of me to hide it from you, and yes you
> should know everything. I was going to tell you, but I was
> afraid."
>
> "I understand that, and my initial reaction certainly
> justified your fear."
>
> "Please don't torture yourself, Jeurgan. It's all my
> fault, and I owe you a lot."
>
> Jeurgan couldn't contain himself and reached to kiss Blake,
> but Blake said, "not now. Oh, I do really want to kiss
> you, but its my make up! Can you wait until the reception?
> We can sneak away for a little while."
>
> "I'm sorry, I should have known."
>
> "Let me tell you just a bit of my story. I think we have
> a couple of minutes." Blake could see that the other car
> of girls had not yet arrived. "It actually was this dress
> which started everything, just a few weeks ago. The other
> girls had saved me from the boys at school, which were
> threatening to beat me up, by inviting me to accompany them
> home, and I saw the dress and fell in love with it. Before
> I knew it, the girls had seen what I had only a little
> suspected in the past: that I am a girl at heart. They,
> and particularly Mrs. O'Connor saw it in me and gave me an
> outlet for it. I will always love them for what they have
> done for me."
>
> Blake became quiet trying to think what else he ought to
> say. "I know that I'm going to have an operation at some
> point and become completely a girl. I hope this summer to
> get breast implants, though the rest, I don't know exactly
> when. That'll be a big step."
>
> Jeurgan looked at Blake with concern. "I don't want you
> doing any of that for me. I can't stand the thought of
> your pain."
>
> "No, no, Jeurgan, I'll do it for myself, mainly, but it is
> also nice knowing that I would be prettier for you."
>
> "Pamela, you are pretty, almost too pretty. I can't see
> how you could be prettier."
>
> "I guess it would be hard for you to understand, but I
> need to feel equal to the other girls. I want my own
> breasts that are always with me, so I have to wear a bra
> everyday, whether I want to or not. I know that sounds
> silly. Maybe I shouldn't be saying that to you, but the
> girls all understand."
>
> "I think I know what you're saying."
>
> "Part of me is sad that you had to know me during this
> transition phase. Then we could just have met as girl and
> boy and it would be so less complicated."
>
> "You would have had to tell me that you had made the
> change anyway."
>
> "You're right. But then I at least wouldn't have a penis
> to repulse you."
>
> "It doesn't repulse me, Pamela, and I'm a bit scared to
> admit this, but I actually find it kind of special. Like I
> could fall in love with you as both a girl and a boy.
> That's what's so confusing. When I saw your penis before,
> I felt a stab of love for you, yet at the same moment I was
> shocked and a bit horrified. Shocked at myself for finding
> it attractive. To be honest, I'm not certain I would ever
> want you to have it removed."
>
> Blake looked lovingly at Jeurgan and said, "that's some of
> the sweetest things anyone ever said to me," and he came in
> very close to him and gave him a soft kiss on his lips.
> "Now I think we had better join the others, it looks like
> Beth has arrived!"
>
> Across the parking lot the wedding party was now almost all
> assembled and Blake and Jeurgan walked over to take their
> place in line. Blake tried to avoid looking at Beth, but
> she made a point of coming up to him. She took him by the
> shoulders and made him look into her eyes. "I'm so sorry
> Pamela, for the awful things I said about you! I think its
> just the stress of the occasion. You are so very pretty,
> maybe I'm even a bit jealous!"
>
> "I can't thank you enough for saying that Beth, cause I
> want this to be just the most happiest and most beautiful
> wedding in the whole world, and I couldn't live with myself
> if I had spoiled it!"
>
> The two of them hugged each other: Beth in her beautiful
> white gown and Blake in his stunning pink bridesmaid dress.
> The wide skirts joined together and their white and pink
> bosoms covered with delicate lace delicately rested against
> each
>
> other.
>
> "Oh, I'm so happy," Mrs. O'Connor said upon seeing them.
> A roving photographer took their picture at the moment they
> hugged, and Blake thought that he couldn't wait to see the
> photo when it was developed.
>
> The Girls-Only Club members congregated together forming a
> circle, and they linked arms. They were giddy with
> excitement.
>
> The wedding coordinator came over and signaled for everyone
> to get in their final places.
>
> "This is the big moment," Amy said.
>
> "I'm so excited I can't stand it!" Blake answered.
>
> They got into their places and Jeurgan took Blake's hand
> and squeezed it tightly. Behind him was Amy and behind
> her, Beth. Blake said a little prayer to himself: "God,
> thank-you for this moment, for getting me here, for making
> me feel so pretty." And pretty Blake felt. The dress held
> him like he imagined the hand of God would. Apart from the
> ground pushing up against his high heels and Jeurgan's
> steadying hand, he was floating gently in the universe.
> His scrumptious lacy skirt gathered around him and the oh
> so perfect gentle curves of his breasts pushing up and out,
> and his hair gently touching his temples. And the
> delicious scent of his perfume, and that oh-so-special
> feeling of lipstick and just knowing how pretty his lips
> must look.
>
> Then he heard the organ playing, and then all too soon he
> was slowly moving forward with Jeurgan. Into the foyer of
> the church and through the doors and as suddenly as a
> condemned man feels the noose and the floor falling beneath
> him, Blake walked out into a sea, no an ocean of eyes
> turned and focussed upon him. Every seat in the large
> church was taken and everyone drilled their eyes on the
> wedding party. Blake could feel his legs giving way and
> his lungs burning with fear. How could he make it the
> whole way down the aisle?
>
> Jeurgan must have sensed his panic for he squeezed Blake's
> hand till it almost hurt. Jeurgan's strength seemed
> limitless and Blake had the odd thought that Jeurgan could
> crush his hand as if it were a bird's wing if he wanted to.
> Glancing over at him, Blake saw him smiling encouragement
> to him. It is so nice to rely on the strength of a man,
> Blake thought, and he imagined later in the evening when he
> could lie in Jeurgan's arms and be protected from
> everything.
>
> Blake kept walking by some miracle. The guests were now
> straining to get a look at the bride and Blake and Jeurgan
> finally made it to the podium. Blake carefully took the
> few steps up to the dais like in the rehearsal and was
> overjoyed he did not stumble. Turning around he faced the
> audience for the first time and was overwhelmed once again.
> Hundreds of guests faced him. Any second he was sure he
> would collapse and ruin the entire ceremony.
>
> And now Beth was coming down the aisle with transcendent
> radiant beauty. Blake felt that the church must be filled
> with angels to mark the marriage of such a beautiful bride.
> With a sudden pang Blake imagined himself getting married
> to Jeurgan. Would he be wearing a beautiful white wedding
> gown. Would Jeurgan's parents welcome him to their family.
> Would he be allowed to be a bride? Would his own dad ever
> get to the point of giving him away in matrimony to
> Jeurgan?
>
> *****************
>
> All too fast it was over. Beth and Brad exchanged vows and
> rings and kissed. Blake couldn't stop himself from crying
> and he knew that his eye makeup was an utter wreck. But
> glancing over he could see that Amy and the other club
> members were also crying. It was such a beautiful sight:
> seeing Beth in the arms of Brad and their lips formed into
> one tender kiss.
>
> With the music starting up again, the wedding party
> followed Brad and Beth back up the aisle and out into the
> picture perfect Spring day. They formed a line and greeted
> the hundreds of guests as they left the church. Blake
> couldn't keep count of how many times Beth and Brad's
> relatives told him how pretty he was, and that he was
> surely going to be the next bride. After awhile it was
> humorous and Jeurgan and Blake laughed to each other at the
> private joke.
>
> Later, when it was time to head over to the reception,
> Blake agreed to go alone with Jeurgan. After Jeurgan had
> carefully arranged Blake in the front seat of his car,
> being careful to keep his billowing skirt and crinoline off
> the ground and safely bunched up in his lap, he got into
> the driver's side. He was about to start the engine, when
> Blake put his hand over Jeurgan's to stop him.
>
> "Wait one minute."
>
> Jeurgan turned to look at Blake. "I want to thank you for
> all you've done today, not the least of which was being
> there for me during the ceremony. I never would have made
> it down the aisle without you propping me up."
>
> "Pamela, it was the least I could do."
>
> "No, don't say that Jeurgan. It was very special and I'm
> sure that not every boy would have done that for me."
>
> Looking him steadily in the eyes, Blake moved his head
> toward Jeurgan's until their lips met. Then, as Jeurgan
> responded after his initial surprise, Blake snuck his arms
> around Jeurgan's neck and held on tightly as they kissed.
> Blake felt Jeurgan embrace him and pull him toward him. A
> wave of delirious happiness fell over him as he felt
> Jeurgan's powerful arms provide a sanctuary within which he
> could be totally Pamela, and he kissed and kissed Jeurgan,
> and allowed his tongue to enter his mouth, and savored its
> every touch. Blake could stay like this forever, he
> thought, a receptacle for Jeurgan's tongue, a pretty pink
> doll for Jeurgan to hold and love. Tears slowly fell down
> Blake's face, tears of love, he knew, and after seeing
> them, Jeurgan squeezed Blake even tighter and whispered in
> his ear, "I love you Pamela," and Blake whispered back,
> "I love you Jeurgan."
>
> Locked in this embrace for several long minutes, they could
> hear the sound of the other cars starting up, and they
> slowly let each other go. Blake said, "I've never been so
> happy in my life!"
>
> "Nor have I," Jeurgan added, and Blake detected even a
> little tear in his eye.
>
> *********************************************
>
> Later, at the party, Blake and Jeurgan danced closely in a
> tight embrace. For his part, Blake was thrilled to be
> wrapped up in Jeurgan's strong arms; to gently rest his
> head against his chest and feel the rock hard muscles
> rippling through him as they moved together. "What a day
> this has been," Blake thought to himself. That after all
> he had been through, it would end in the wee hours of the
> morning safely in love with Jeurgan.
>
> The lights were turned down, and Blake looked up into
> Jeurgan's face, anxious for just one more deep probing
> kiss. Jeurgan smiled down at him and, seeing the hunger in
> Blake's expression, satisfied him by placing his lips on
> tops of Blake's, lipstick smeared mouth. When their
> tongues intersected, they greedily lapped at each other,
> and Blake felt a small rise down below in his own panties,
> besides the large permanent mound pressed against his
> groin.
>
> When the song ended, Blake excused himself to fix up his
> face and prepare to go back to Kathy's house. There was no
> possibility of going home to his own house, at least not
> before Mrs. O'Connor and his mom paved the way through some
> sort of magic. In the ladies room, Blake squinted in the
> harsh fluorescent light, took a stall, lifted up his
> treasured dress, pulled down his stockings and panties and
> sat on the seat to pee. While he sat there waiting for the
> stream to come, he heard the door open and then the voices
> of Angela and Christina.
>
> When he was done, he flushed, arranged himself and came out
> smiling. They were checking their makeup in the mirror
> when Blake said, "Oh, hi, wasn't it just the most lovely
> party!"
>
> The two women stopped what they were doing and eyed Blake
> meanly. "What the f--k is a little pervert boy like you
> doing in the girls bathroom?," Angela said in her cruelest
> sing-song voice.
>
> "Yeah, you got no business being in here," Christina
> added.
>
> Blake was about to answer but then thought better of it.
> It was late, he was tired, they were clearly a bit
> inebriated, it was best to let it go.
>
> "I'm sorry you feel that way," Blake said and turned to
> walk out.
>
> "Not so fast," Angela said, and gripped Blake's arm.
> Blake struggled to free himself, but was unable to do so as
> she dragged him across the room and pushed him up against
> the tiled wall.
>
> "Let go of me," Blake said.
>
> "You're a boy, Blake. You should be able to push me away
> any time you want," Christina said.
>
> This made Blake struggle harder, but Christina intensified
> the pressure against him and he couldn't break free.
>
> "Go stand guard outside," Christina said, and Angela did
> as she said.
>
> "It seems like everywhere I turn lately, you're there and
> its bugging the s--t out of me," Christina said when she
> was alone with Blake.
>
> "I'm sorry," Blake struggled to say. With her arm holding
> him back he could only look part way down at her, and
> mainly he was viewing her large bust. "You're hurting me,
> Christina."
>
> "Good," she said.
>
> "Enoughs enough. You've proven you can beat me up. Okay,
> if it makes you happy. However, I'm willing to be your
> friend if you just gave me a chance."
>
> "I don't want to be your friend. Let me look at your
> phony breasts."
>
> "They won't be phony in a month! I'm going to get
> implants! I might even end up being as large as you and
> Angela."
>
> "Let me look at these," and Christina proceeded to pull
> down the top of Blake's dress to better inspect his
> artificial breasts. She was able to get the dress around
> his upper arms and then pull it down exposing his slip with
> his bra underneath. She reached inside the slip and under
> his bra and grabbed one of the breasts and tried to pull it
> out.
>
> Blake let out a small cry. "Ouch! You can't do that.
> They're glued onto to my body!"
>
> Christina scowled and pinched the nipple hard. Blake felt
> the intense pleasure/pain in his own breast but didn't let
> her know he was feeling it.
>
> "How do you get it off?"
>
> "It needs a special solvent which only Mrs. O'Connor has."
>
> Christina eyed him warily but appeared to accept the
> explanation.
>
> "Let me see your penis."
>
> "Come on, Christina, stop being like that!"
>
> "Raise up your skirt so I can see it and then I'll let you
> go."
>
> Reluctantly, Blake agreed, and raised his skirt and
> crinolines up around his waist and then fumbled to pick up
> his slip and pull down his pantyhose. Finally he had his
> pantyhose down enough to expose his penis.
>
> "Come with me," Christina said and she led him toward the
> exit.
>
> "I can't go out like this!" Blake exclaimed.
>
> "Stay right there!" Christina ordered, "and keep your
> penis out!" She left the bathroom and Blake could hear her
> calling to Angela. After a minute the two of them
> returned.
>
> "Let me see that thing," Angela said, and she grabbed it
> in her hand and held it, while Blake struggled with his
> voluminous skirts, and his pantyhose and panty started to
> slide down his thighs. The sisters laughed and then led
> Blake around the bathroom pulling him by his penis. First
> one way then the other, Blake shuffled along in his high
> heels trying to prevent his pantyhose from falling further
> down. It was a losing battle and soon they were around his
> ankles. Just at this moment a woman from the wedding party
> entered the bathroom, and reacted with shock at the
> pathetic sight in front of her.
>
> "See what kind of bridesmaids Beth has!" Angela said.
> She clamped down hard on Blake's member and to his chagrin,
> he could feel it struggling against her grasp, trying to
> rise up. Angela helped this as best she could by jiggling
> her hand over the glans.
>
> Fortunately, the woman took pity on Blake and demanded that
> Angela let him go. She gave it a final yank which hurtled
> Blake onto the bathroom floor at her feet. He lay there a
> second on the cold tile floor with his pantyhose caught on
> his high heels and the skirts ballooned out around him.
> Fighting back tears, Blake got up slowly and then in a fit
> of rage raised his arm and tried to slap at Angela. It was
> a girlish motion and Angela had time to block it with her
> hand. Blake then leapt at her with both arms flailing away
> and trying to pull her hair and scratch her. He landed at
> least one good blow on Angela before she and Christina were
> able to restrain him.
>
> "I'll get you for that!" Angela screamed and Blake
> screamed back at her "any time Angela!"
>
> "Pervert."
>
> "Moron!"
>
> The older woman broke into the fight saying, "you girls
> should be ashamed of yourselves. And as for you, young
> man, I don't even want to know about your masquerading as a
> bridesmaid. I hope your mother and father know about it
> and can get you some help!" With that she led Christina
> and Angela out of the bathroom and Blake went to fix
> himself up.
>
> **********************************
>
> When he got back to Jeurgan he said, "I'm so sorry. I got
> into a little scuffle with Angela and Christina. They're
> just so mean, but I stood up to them, and I don't think
> they'll bother me any more!"
>
> "Good for you, Pamela! But are you really sure you're
> OK?"
>
> "Yes, Jeurgan! Now I want you to dance with me, and hold
> me very close!"
>
> Jeurgan was more than happy to oblige and led Blake out
> onto the dance floor, for what turned out to be the final
> dance. When it was over, Jeurgan and Blake walked over to
> the other club members who had gathered together at a group
> of stuffed sofas in a lounge just next to the dance floor.
> Jeurgan excused himself to go to the bathroom and Blake
> plopped down between Amy and Kathy on one couch, while
> Karen, Penny and Janet were on the other. The two girls
> fell against Blake playfully exaggerating how exhausted
> they were. Their three large pink lacy skirts puffed up
> around them and with their dishelved hair and makeup, and
> their weary, laughing smiles, Blake imagined that they made
> quite a picture. "I think I'm happier this moment than
> I'll ever be in my life," Blake said. "I love you Amy and
> Kathy and Karen and Janet and Penny! I'll always treasure
> this evening forever and ever, and I always want to be your
> friends, and I'll always want to be in the club, and
> promise me that the club will always be here forever and
> ever!!"
>
> Amy turned her head toward him and said, "I love you
> Pamela, and I will always be in the club and the club will
> exist for ever and ever!"
>
> "No matter what?" Blake asked.
>
> "No matter what!"
>
> "And I love you too, Pamela," Kathy said, "and I will
> always be in the club and the club will exist for ever and
> ever!"
>
> Then the three girls on the other couch said the same thing
> and Blake had to fight back his tears of joy.
>
> When Jeurgan came back he said, "Pamela you've been
> crying!"
>
> "It's OK darling, they're tears of joy!"
>
> ***********************************************
>
> Blake and the other girls spent the night at Kathy's house.
> They had been so tired from the night before that they had
> fallen asleep piled up against each other on the thick
> carpeted floor of Kathy's bedroom, with assorted quilts
> thrown over themselves. It was noon, with the sun
> streaming through the windows, by the time they woke up.
> Their six pretty bridesmaid dresses were heaped up in a big
> pile on Kathy's bed. Blake was snuggled up between Penny
> and Janet. Like the others he was wearing only his bra and
> panties. Their slips, shoes, crinolines and assorted other
> things were scattered everywhere.
>
> Surveying the scene of utter chaos, the girls began
> giggling and making jokes and teasing Kathy about why
> couldn't she keep her room neat. In the distance they
> heard the phone ring, and then the sound of Mrs. O'Connor
> walking up the stairs. The door opened slowly and she
> poked her head in to see if the girls were awake.
>
> "Phone call, Pamela. It's your mom." Blake's face must
> have shown panic, for she quickly added, "she doesn't seem
> to be upset."
>
> Blake got up and began searching for his slip to put on,
> but Mrs. O'Connor said, "its just girls in the house
> today. You can go downstairs like that!"
>
> Blake smiled at her and then followed her downstairs to the
> kitchen phone. It was nice to walk around in just a bra
> and panties, he thought: to feel free enough to do it. He
> picked up the phone and said, "hello, mom."
>
> "Hello, honey. Did you enjoy yourself at the wedding?"
>
> "Yes, mom. Is everything OK? I mean with dad?"
>
> "That's why I'm calling. Last night he couldn't sleep at
> all and wouldn't let me sleep. It was probably 3 in the
> morning when he suddenly seemed to reach a point of
> resignation and let go of you as his son. I think I even
> saw him fighting back tears. But at least the anger seemed
> to subside. Then he went to the kitchen and got three
> large plastic trash bags, and went to your room and but all
> your male clothes in them. Every single pants, shirt,
> underwear, winter coat everything. Then he tied them up
> and put them out on the curb for the garbagemen. At four
> in the morning!! When he was all done, he said to me,
> "that's the end of Blake." Then he crawled into bed and
> has been sleeping ever since.
>
> "But what about school, and everyone else. Can I ever
> come home again?" Blake felt tears welling up in eyes
> thinking of the enormity of the situation.
>
> "You'll have to go to school as Pamela starting Monday.
> There is no choice."
>
> Blake waited for her to continue, but she didn't. "But
> what about whether or not I can come home again?"
>
> "He can't throw you out. It's against the law and its
> against me. I'll divorce him in an instant if he does that
> and I said it to him!"
>
> "When should I come home?"
>
> "You can come home any time. I'll make sure its OK, don't
> worry. Your father asked Ann if she wanted your bedroom,
> since its larger than hers, and she said yes. So I guess
> you'll have to now take her bedroom."
>
> "It's not fair!"
>
> "I know that, but what can we do about it? It's going to
> be hard enough to stop Ann from traumatizing you as it is!"
>
> "I'll be home this afternoon."
>
> "Don't worry, Pamela, us girls will stick together, I mean
> you, Janice and me."
>
> "I can't thank you enough!"
>
> After hanging up, Blake relayed the conversation to the
> other girls and Mrs. O'Connor. They wished him courage and
> gave him all the assurances they could that they would
> stick by him until he was accepted everywhere, both at
> school and at home, as Pamela. Kathy assured him that his
> room at her house would always be available for him, should
> he need to use it.
>
> *************************
>
> Later that afternoon, Mrs. O'Connor drove Blake home. He
> took all his clothes with him, neatly packed in two
> suitcases which she had loaned him. His bridesmaid dress
> hung in a plastic case on a hanger. To be as unobtrusive
> as possible he had decided to wear jeans, a white blouse
> and sneakers. In spite of himself, he couldn't resist
> wearing his new, larger breasts, whatever it might provoke
> his father to do. He knew that from this time forth, he
> would never be without them. They would always be on his
> chest in one form or another, and he would go through his
> life imagining no other possibility.
>
> Inside the home, Blake found that all was quiet. He put
> his things down in the living room and proceeded up the
> stairs to what had been his room. At the top of the stairs
> he could hear voices coming from his bedroom and when he
> looked in, he found his dad, Barry and Ann hard at work
> rearranging the furniture, cleaning and doing some
> painting. They stopped what they were doing to look at
> him. Ann gave him her usual smirk and then advanced toward
> him. Before he knew what happened she smacked him hard on
> the face. "That's for running away from me yesterday.
> Now get out of my room, faggot."
>
> Through the searing pain in his face which brought instant
> tears to his eyes, Blake saw his dad jump up to stop Ann.
>
> "Cut that out Ann!" And then with a look of utter
> confusion, betrayal and hopelessness, he added, "he's your
> sister now. You can't go on picking on him. He's a girl.
> I mean you have to treat him like a girl. Girl's don't get
> hit."
>
> Crying, Blake ran to his father and threw himself against
> him, his face buried against his neck and his breasts
> pushed into his chest and his arms encircling him and
> crying. Blake's chest heaved with emotion.
>
> "Oh, daddy," he said through his sobs, "I'll be the best
> daughter you ever had. Thank you," and he clung as tightly
> to his dad as he could.
>
> His father at first acted like Blake was radioactive:
> keeping his arms out and away. But looking down at the
> hysterical figure holding him, he saw the white straps of
> Blake's bra through his white blouse, and the gentle whisps
> of hair clinging to Blake's neck, and he gently lowered his
> arms till they held him.
>
> "I don't know Pamela. It's been so hard on me. I don't
> know what I'm doing. But you are my flesh and blood and I
> don't want to lose your mom or Janice. I came to the
> realization last night that I can bear what you've done if
> only you are now always a girl. You'll be Pamela. It'll
> be like you've always been Pamela, but only just began
> living with us here. Blake was a son I had who died
> yesterday. He just lives on in photographs or my memory
> and Pamela is not him. She is someone new, who I guess
> I'll have to learn to know and maybe even love one day,
> though I don't think I can love her right now. And since
> Pamela is new, she starts out at the beginning and gets
> Ann's old room who gets Blake room.'
>
> "I understand, Daddy. It's OK. I don't mind and I think
> you are right."
>
> "I'll expect you to only do girl's things. I mean I don't
> want you having it both ways. You'll help your mom and
> Janice with the cooking, cleaning and laundry. No more
> taking you to ball games. No more little league baseball."
>
> "That's OK daddy. I don't want to do any boy's things."
>
> With that they separated and then Blake walked over to
> Barry and gave him a hug. Like his father, Barry first
> hesitated but then embraced him fully.
>
> "Welcome, little sister," he said and Blake hugged him
> even harder. At that moment Janice and his mom entered the
> room carrying some of Ann's things that were being moved.
>
> "Well, I think it all turned out for the best," his mom
> said and she embraced her husband.
>
> "I'm so happy it has all worked out!" Janice said.
>
> Only Ann viewed the heart wrenching scene with disdain.
> But with everyone looking on, Blake went up to her and
> stood in front of her. "Ann, please let me be your
> sister. Give me a chance. I have always been proud of
> your determination to get strong. Can't you use your
> strength to protect me and not hurt me? I'm going to
> really need you to protect me at school and around town."
>
> Looking down at the ground, Ann mumbled, "I can't promise
> anything."
>
> "But will you at least try Ann?"
>
> Looking up at him she saw the large red welt on his cheek.
> For the first time she really saw the femininity in his
> face and she felt sorry for having caused such a large
> bruise. "OK, Pamela, I'll try."
>
> And with that Pamela very cautiously reached out to give
> Ann a hug. And the funny thing was, she let him. For many
> long moments Pamela cried softly on Ann's shoulder, and
> then she felt Ann returning the embrace.
>
> ************ THE END ******************
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