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http://www.incesttabooo.com/girlclub09.html
The Girls-Only Club
Chapter 9
On Monday, Ann gave Blake a good idea how their life
together in the same house was going to be. Every time
they were alone and even sometimes when they were
dangerously close to his mom and dad or Barry, Ann would
treat him as if he were her personal servant. She made him
do all her household chores, straighten up her room and
even made him go into the bathroom with her while she was
peeing. His job was to rip off some bathroom tissue to
give to her, and then give her a towel to dry her hands
with after she washed them. She made him give her a clean
pair of his underpants every day, which she wore underneath
her jeans. Everynight he had to get the dirty pair from
her to put in the clothes hamper. She made no attempt to
talk to him about the situation, and if ever he dared to
criticise her she would think of a new way to humiliate
him.
Ann's attitude toward him was not much different than
toward many of the boys in her class. She pushed around
all the weaker ones, ignored most of the girls and
cultivated friendships with just the most athletic boys in
the class. Blake had even heard through through other kids
that Ann regularly boasted about her control of him: that
she ruled over him and that he had to do whatever she
wished. He always vehemently denied this, and he dreaded
the next year when she would enter seventh grade and be in
the same school as him. Things might end up getting out of
control. Luckily he wouldn't have to face that situation
until after the summer.
Monday at recess, Blake told the girls what had happened to
him on Sunday and they were besides themselves with anger
at Ann, Connie and Len. Unfortunately, they couldn't see
what to do. The only long term solution was for Blake to
become a girl and live all the time at Kathy's house, but
that was just impossible for the short term. They did
resolve to try and spend more time with Blake after school,
and to call him up to chat more often so as to deprive Ann
of the opportunity to carry out her mean spirited ideas.
During recess, when all the club members were walking
together on the far end of the field, Kathy handed Blake a
sealed envelope addressed to Pamela, and told him to open
it up. He couldn't imagine what it would be, and was
surprised to see that it was an invitation to a wedding
shower for Beth, this coming Saturday afternoon. It was to
be a lingerie shower and Beth's clothing measurements were
listed.
"Do you know what a lingerie shower is," Kathy asked.
"Is it where each of the guests brings an item of lingerie
for the guest of honour?"
"Yes, exactly. You see that Beth's measurements are
given."
"Who's going to be there?"
"All of the girls in the club are invited, as well as about
12 girl friends of Beth, my mom and grandmom and some other
cousins. I guess there will be about 25 girls and women
present."
"Wow, it sure sounds like fun!"
"Oh, its going to be just super. Now you have to buy Beth
some item of lingerie to give her. We'll leave it up to
you to do your own shopping!"
"What does Beth like? What are you all getting her?"
"You can get her anything: a bra, a camisole, a peignoir.
Whatever you find really pretty!"
"We are all going to go shopping separately. It'll be more
fun to see what each of us picked out on our own!" Janet
said.
"I'll go shopping Friday afternoon right after school. I
can hardly wait!" Blake said.
******************************************
The next day, on Tuesday, as Blake was leaving school with
the girls, he was surprised by the sudden appearance of his
mother, who had been waiting near the entrance for him.
"Oh thank goodness I caught you before you walked home,"
his mom said hurriedly as she smiled at the girls, "today
you have a doctor appointment, and I completely forgot to
mention it to you this morning! We're due there in fifteen
minutes, I've got the car parked around the corner."
"No problem mom, I'll be with you in a second," Blake said.
Turning to the girls he said, "I have to go with my mom to
the doctor. I'm glad it is today since tomorrow is our
meeting!"
"Then we'll see you tomorrow in class, goodbye!" Amy said.
*******************
A few minutes later after Blake and his mom were driving
toward the doctor, his mom said, "they are such nice girls.
I am glad you've made such good friends."
"I like them a lot mom." While he was thinking about the
girls, his thoughts wandered to the fact that he wanted to
be a girl also, and then he was thinking about what would
happen if his mom knew. It suddenly dawned on him that he
was wearing a bra and panties underneath his boys clothes.
It was almost certain the doctor would ask him to take off
his shirt to listen to his heart beat. He broke out into a
sweat trying to figure out what to do. It occurred to him
that he could ask to use the bathroom as soon as he got
there, which would give him the chance to remove the bra
and put it in his pocket. He could do the same for his
panties in case the doctor wanted to check his penis, which
he always did. Of course he would then not have any
underpants on, but he could just say that he forgot to put
them on that morning. That would certainly sound
ridiculous, but at least it wouldn't be too embarrassing.
His doctor was Dr. Norbet Peterson, who shared a practice
with a female pediatrician Dr. Margaret Wentworth. Dr.
Peterson tended to see the male children, while Dr.
Wentworth concentrated on the female.
After entering the office, the receptionist greeted Blake
and his mom and signed them in. Blake's mother said she
had to do some errands and would be back in half an hour.
After she left, in some agitation, Blake went to the
receptionist and asked if he could use the bathroom. She
told him to go right ahead. There were several examining
rooms branching out from behind the reception area. Those
to the left were where the girls went and the boys went to
the right. In the past, Blake and Ann had often had
appointments at the same time and they had frequently been
ushered to the back rooms with Ann going off to the "girls
territory" and Blake in the opposite direction to the
"boys." The rooms and hallway toward the girls side were
painted a light pink shade, while the boys side had blue
walls. There were two small bathrooms, one marked "boys"
and the other "girls" in the corridor between the examining
rooms.
Just before he got to the boys room a young boy walked in
ahead of Blake and locked the door behind him. Blake was
forced to stand in the corridor waiting to go in. He
noticed that the girls bathroom was not in use, and he
debated whether he could be bold enough to use it. The
young boy seemed to be taking forever in the bathroom, and
Blake was very worried that his chance to take off his bra
might slip away from him.
In desperation he made up his mind to use the girls
bathroom. Just at that moment, however, a girl walked up
to him saying, "hi Blake."
It was Valerie, a girl in his class. "Oh, hi, Valerie."
"Getting your physical exam today, also?" she asked.
"Yes."
"So am I." Valerie seemed very happy to see Blake and he
felt embarrassed to enter the girls room in front of her.
The two of them chatted about school and visiting the
doctor. While pretending to be casual, Blake anxiously
awaited the opportunity to get into the bathroom. Finally,
he heard a flush and then the boy fumbling with the lock.
The door opened and Blake was ready to break off the
conversation with Valerie, when suddenly a nurse came up to
him and said, "are you Blake?"
"Yes."
"Oh, good. You can come back to the examining room with
me." Noticing that he was in front of the bathrooms, she
said, "can you wait a bit before using it? We'll need a
urine sample today anyway?"
With Valerie smiling at him, he was afraid to tell the
nurse he had an emergency. Instead he said, "OK," said
goodby to Valerie and followed the nurse to one of the boys
examining rooms down the hall.
His mind raced to find some other pretext where he could go
back to the bathroom. Then he remembered that usually
there would be a few minutes alone in the room until the
doctor came, so he would use that time to take off his bra
and panties.
"So Blake, how old are you?" the nurse said as she led him
into the room and closed the door behind them. She was a
few inches taller than Blake, blonde with her hair pinned
up over her head. She had on a white nurses uniform, with
white stockings and white shoes. She was a little
overweight, with a large chest and her face was a bit
homely. Blake couldn't help but see that she was wearing a
white lacy slip underneath her dress, with bra straps
visible underneath the slip.
"I'm fifteen."
"So you're in eighth grade?"
"Yes." When is she going to leave he thought to himself in
desperation. She showed no signs of leaving.
"I'm just going to do a few routine things before the
doctor gets here. So take off your shirt and I'll take
your blood pressure and listen to your heart."
Blake froze in fear. This had never happened to him
before. Usually the doctor always did the blood pressure
work. The nurse was occupied with getting out the blood
pressure kit, and when she turned back to him, he still
hadn't done anything.
"Come on, honey. Don't be shy, you've got to take off your
shirt."
Blake was in a panic.
Looking at the strange expression on his face, the nurse
said, "Is there anything the matter? Come on take off your
shirt!"
Blake resigned himself to whatever might happen and
proceeded to take off his shirt. He gathered up the bottom
and began pulling it up over his head. As soon as the bra
was partially exposed, he heard the nurse let out a little
squeal of surprise.
"Oh, my goodness, Blake! I hope you forgive me but this is
the funniest thing! Since Dr. Peterson usually sees the
boy patients, I was thinking that you were a boy. I guess
the name Blake can be both a boys and girls name. I'm new
here and I didn't realize that Dr. Peterson has some girl
patients."
Not believing his ears, Blake said, fumbling for words,
"Oh, thats all right, Dr. Peterson is a friend of my dad's
so I guess it's always been the case that he sees all the
kids in our family."
"Thats nice. It was just a bit of a shock. Now that I
have a good look at you I can see that you are a very
pretty young lady."
Blake looked at himself in a mirror hanging on the opposite
wall. With his bra, thin feminine arms and his hair just
starting to grow out now, he did seem to be feminine.
"Thats a very pretty bra you've got on," the nurse said.
"Thank you. Its my favourite, a chantilly by Maidenform."
"Did your mom help you choose it?"
"No, I went shopping with some friends."
"I can see that you were a bit eager." The nurse reached
toward Blake's back and took the bra tag in her fingers
from under the strap so as to read the label. "I see that
its a B cup and I'm not so sure that you're quite up there
yet!"
Blake could see in the mirror that his own very small boys
breasts did not begin to fill out the bra.
"Yes it is a bit big. I just thought it was so pretty and
we couldn't find one in an A cup. I guess I'm kind of
jealous of my friends who are getting more developed than
me. I hope I start to grow out soon."
"What size bra does your mom wear?"
"She's a D cup!"
"Wow, just like me and like my mom also. I bet that you'll
one day be just like your mom. That usually happens, at
least if you look more like her than your dad."
"Oh, I do look a lot like my mom."
"There, so there's no need to worry. Some girls are just a
bit slower to start puberty than others. Have you started
your period yet?"
Blake nodded his head.
"No problems?"
"Oh, none."
"Do you use tampons or pads?"
"Mainly pads."
"Why is that? Most girls your age like the tampons so they
can be more active. Like swim and play tennis."
"I'm not very athletic, I'm afraid that I tried using the
tampons and they hurt me a bit."
"I think you probably just need someone to help you learn
how to put them in. Did your mom show you how?"
"One time she did."
"I'll be happy to show you again. Just pull down your
jeans and I'll go get a tampon from down the hall."
"It's all right, I really do prefer pads. Maybe next year
when I take swimming at school I'll have to wear them and
then you can show me then."
"Its really no bother, I could show you now."
"No, its OK, thank you very much though."
"You know Blake, you are a very precious girl. Very shy.
That's good up to a point, but you shouldn't be afraid of
too many things."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Blake, are you dating boys yet?"
Blushing, Blake said, "a couple of times."
"Are you prepared?"
"Do you mean for sex?"
"What else!"
"Oh, I won't let them get that far!"
"Well, as you get older you might find yourself in a mood
one day when you just let the boy do what he wants. You
might not be able to say no. Some boys are very very
insistent."
"I know what you mean. I do feel scared of boys. On one
date, my boy friend wanted me to touch his penis and even
to put my mouth on it."
"What happened?"
"I just touched it a little with my hand and then stopped."
"I'm glad you are able to say no when you don't feel
comfortable. If you ever get to the point where you know
you are going to let a boy insert his penis in you, then
you had better insist on a condom!"
"I will."
The nurse proceeded to take Blakes blood pressure. "Now
take off your pants so I can weigh you just in your
underwear. It's a lot more accurate than with clothes on."
Blake gingerly pulled down his jeans and took them off
neatly, so he was standing there in just his bra and
panties.
Looking at the maxipad bulging in his panties, the nurse
said, "Oh I see you're having your period now."
"Yes ma'am."
"And what a lovely figure you have. So slim! I remember
when I was your age I had a figure just like that. Then, I
started to grow breasts and all the boys were bothering me.
Then I got married and pregnant and then I gained the
weight and never lost it."
"I think you are very attractive now."
The nurse laughed, "you are so sweet. You're also so lucky
that you don't seem to get any pimples or blemishes during
your period."
"No ma'am, I guess I've been lucky about that."
"And its really nice that you don't wear any makeup, too.
I bet that helps keep your complexion so nice."
While Blake stood on the scale in his underwear, the nurse
weighed him and then checked his height. Suddenly Blake
heard voices out in the hall and Dr. Peterson opened the
door and walked in while still talking to some one outside.
Turning around toward Blake he said, "and how is my friend
Blake?"
A look of bewilderment raced across Dr. Peterson's face,
like he might have walked into the wrong room. He said,
"oh, I'm sorry," and started to turn around as if to leave.
Then he suddenly turned back and stared straight at Blake.
"What in tarnation is going on here?" Nurse, why in the
world is Blake standing there in a bra and panties?"
"I was just checking her weight. Its more accurate without
her pants and blouse on."
"What do you mean her pants and blouse?"
"Who else's would they be?" the nurse said, very confused.
"I mean why in the world is Blake wearing a bra and
panties? Blake, why are you wearing a bra and panties?"
"My mom forgot to tell me that I had a doctor appointment
today, and she picked me up from school with no warning. I
had no chance to take off my bra before coming here. Then
I wanted to do it in the bathroom, but someone else was
using it and then the nurse came along and made me come
here."
The nurse was a picture of complete bewilderment. "Dr.
Peterson I don't understand why Blake shouldn't wear her
bra and panties for a check up? What's wrong with that?"
Dr. Peterson looked at the nurse like she was from outer
space. "You're asking me why?" With great sarcasm he
continued, "maybe it has something to do with the fact that
only girls wear bras and panties."
"Dr. Peterson, I know that very well indeed" the nurse
said, "I've been wearing bras and panties my whole life!
I've also always worn them to the doctors office for
checkups!"
Dr. Peterson was a bright shade of scarlet. Anger and
frustration cascaded through his face as he struggled to
understand what the nurse was saying. Suddenly it dawned
on him that the nurse thought that Blake was a girl and he
broke out into a huge smile. "Nurse, why don't you take a
look inside Blake's panties?"
"Dr. Peterson, how vulgar!"
Ignoring her, Dr. Peterson reached for the waist band of
Blake's panties and pulled them out and down. The nurse
screamed, "oh my lord in heaven!" while Dr. Peterson
said, "a maxipad, how charming! Blake, when did your mom
start dressing you up like a girl?"
"It's not my mom's fault!" Blake said. "She doesn't know
anything about it!"
The nurse stared at Blake in utter disbelief. "I can't
believe all that talk about girl things! Dr. Peterson,
you should have heard him talk. He seemed so feminine and
knowledgeable about girl things. When I saw the bra I just
naturally assumed he was a girl."
"It all right nurse, this is a big shock to me as well.
The last time Blake was here, he was wearing boys clothes.
So what's the story Blake? How come your wearing girls
things. And do really mean to say that you wear a bra to
school?"
Blake nodded his head.
"Don't you find that strange? I mean you have all the
girls in your classes wearing bras like they are supposed
to, and then there is you, a boy, wearing one too? I mean
why don't you wear a dress like the girls? and pantyhose?
or maybe you do wear pantyhose. And why in heavens name
are you wearing a maxipad?"
"Every month I have a pretend period, like the other girls
do. Please don't tell my mom anything! I beg you please
don't tell!"
"Blake, I think your mother would really like to know about
this."
"Oh no please don't. It would be awful!"
"Well why should it be? Then your mom could fix you up in
dresses and skirts and have your hair cut like a girls.
And probably she would change your name to a girls name!"
"Dr. Peterson, I think I'm really a girl and its just the
way I feel. I like wearing bras like the other girls in
the class, and I wish I could wear pantyhose also. And I
really want to wear heels. "
"So what's the point. You're not a girl, you don't know
what its like being a girl. You don't have a vagina or
breasts."
"But I want to try and become a real girl."
"Well, I feel sorry for you. I think you really do need
help."
Blake started to cry a little.
"Blake, I only treat male patients, and from the looks of
this I don't see how I can be of any use to you. I think
if you're going to dress like this in public, you should be
put with the girls. If I could, I would have you find
another practice, but your dad is a good friend of mine.
We have played golf together for 20 years. If he knew that
a son of his was dressing like a girl, I think it would
just about do him in. There are so many times he has told
me how proud he is of you. If Dr. Wentworth is willing to
take you on as one of her patients, then you can stay here
in this practice. If not, then I'm afraid we won't be able
to protect your dad from finding out."
Blake was reeling from this and began sobbing heavily.
Before turning to leave the office, Dr. Peterson said, "to
tell you the truth Blake, I must admit I am ashamed of you.
I hope for your sake that Dr. Wentworth is willing to take
you on as a patient."
After a few minutes, Dr. Wentworth entered the room
accompanied by the same nurse. In the interim he hadn't
taken off his bra or put back his shirt; it hadn't seemed
important to do so.
"You see Dr. Wentworth, he's wearing girls underwear. For
fifteen minutes we were talking as if he were a girl, and
the whole time I had no idea he was a boy."
Dr. Wentworth was a petite woman about 50 years old, with
slightly greying hair which she wore relatively long and
covering her ears. "I see, nurse, thank you." To Blake
she said, "Blake, I'm Dr. Wentworth as you know. Of
course, all my patients are girls, and Dr. Peterson has
asked me if I would be willing to take you on as a patient
to save your family the embarrassment of finding out that
you are a transvestite. Now, I'm not willing to take you
on if that is all that you are, but I am willing to take
you on as a patient if I can decide that you are really a
girl who just happens to have a penis, to put it crudely.
So put on your shirt and let's go to the girls side. I'll
ask you some questions when we get there."
Blake hurriedly put his shirt back on and followed her out
of the room towards the girls end of the corridor. When he
had crossed over to where the walls were painted pink, he
came face to face with Valerie. She was just exiting the
examining room to which Dr. Wentworth was leading him.
The top few buttons of her blouse were open and Blake could
plainly see her white bra underneath.
She acted surprised to see Blake in the girls territory.
"Blake, what are you doing here! With Dr. Wentworth!"
"Hi, Valerie," was all Blake could think of to say. He was
blushing profusely.
Dr. Wentworth said, "I see you two know each other.
Valerie, Blake has to be examined here today. Come on in
Blake."
After she, Blake and the nurse entered the room, Dr.
Wentworth closed the door behind them. From the expression
on Valerie's face Blake was sure that everyone in his class
would know tomorrow how he had been examined by a girls
pediatrician.
Blake noticed how much prettier the examining room was here
than on the boys side. The room was decorated with pink
wallpaper with small white flowers in a pattern. The
examining table had stirrups folded along the side which
could be set up so the girls could get their vaginas
examined.
"Sit down on the table," Dr. Wentworth said. Blake sat on
the end of the bench. "Take off your blouse and pants."
As Blake fumbled to get a hold of the bottom of his shirt
he realized that it had been only partially down his back.
In his rush to follow Dr. Wentworth he had not pulled it
all the way down. It then hit him that maybe the
expression on Valerie's face had more to do than with his
merely being seen by the girls doctor. He wondered if
maybe a part of his bra had been visible. With some
anxiety he finished taking off his shirt and pants so he
was sitting in just his bra and panties.
"You know its odd, Blake, but for many years, I have been
Ann's doctor and she has often confided in me that she
wishes that she was a man. Well that can't be much of a
secret, just look at her incredible muscles! Amazingly
enough you want the exact opposite. You pretend to be a
girl, just like she pretends to be a boy."
"Dr. Wentworth, Ann has been so cruel to me lately! She
has become much stronger than me and she makes me do
anything she wants. I've been so scared to even do one
little thing against her wishes, because she'll hit me real
hard, or wrestle me to the ground and hurt my arms."
"I'm sorry to hear that, I'll have to have a talk with
her."
"I think she only respects very strong boys. So she wants
to ridicule me all the time. The other day even..." Blake
suddenly stopped thinking he better not tell this to Dr.
Wentworth.
"What happened the other day?"
"Oh nothing."
"Blake, it sounds important, you better tell me!"
"Promise you won't tell Ann any of this!"
"I promise."
"Well last Sunday when my family was away except for Ann,
two of her girl friends came over to the house and the
three of them were drinking beer."
"I am very disappointed in Ann. She know better than
that."
"Well, Dr. Wentworth, that was the least of it. Anyway,
she and her friends got sort of drunk and they ended up
picking on me, and Ann found out that I wear bras, I mean
she ripped my shirt, sort of accidentally and saw my bra.
I guess I wear a bra everyday day now. I don't feel
comfortable without one. Anyway, then Ann and her friends
raped me very hard in my bottom." Blake started to cry
thinking of what had happened. "I was so scared I can't
tell you how much."
"How did they rape you? With what?"
"They had strap on dildos. They made me strap them on
them, and then they put some lotion on them and while
holding me down they forced them in my rear. After a while
they seemed to cum and they stopped. I guess somehow they
had enough pleasure to cum. But they really had to push it
in and out hard to get that excited, and it hurt a lot."
Dr. Wentworth and the nurse were utterly shocked and
couldn't speak. Finally, the doctor said, "Blake, this is
very serious. Ann and her friends can face significant
prison terms for what they did!"
"But I can't have my own sister go to prison!" Blake said
emotionally.
"I understand Blake, but this is very bad. We have to find
out some sort of solution to this problem. Anyway, I
should at least look to see if she did any damage to you.
Pull down your panties, and don't be afraid. We're here to
help you!"
"Oh, you poor dear," the nurse said. With all of Blake's
revelations she had slowly warmed to him, and was no longer
angry for his earlier deception. She and Dr. Wentworth
pulled the stirrups into position.
"Lie down on the table and put your legs up with your feet
in the stirrups." Blake did as he was told. He was now
wearing just his bra and lay on his back on the table with
his feet up. Dr. Wentworth and the nurse spread apart the
cheeks of his bottom and raised up his small penis to
examine his bottom hole. Dr. Wentworth put on a
disposable rubber glove and said, "I see some evidence of
where you were cut. I'm going to be touching it very
gently and I want you tell to me if it hurts."
"Yes, ma'am."
Dr. Wentworth put some lubricating jelly on the index
finger of the glove and began to gently probe Blake's
bottom. At first she touched outside, and he said it hurt
just a little at the location of the biggest scar. Then
she said, "I want to make sure that nothing inside got
hurt," She then proceeded to slowly insert her finger up
his anus and feel around. He could feel the nurses strong
hands holding his rear end and the doctors left hand gently
hold one cheek to get leverage as she moved her finger in
further and further. Her finger felt around along his
prostrate and then around the wall of his intestine. After
a minute she withdrew it slowly. "I need to get in a bit
further," she said as she put some lubricant now on her
middle finger and once again she inserted it slowly up his
rectum and moved it around in all directions.
After a minute or two she said "It seems to be all right
inside there, you're lucky!"
The nurse said, "I was so mad at Blake for tricking me, but
I see now that he really is a dear."
Blake blushed at the compliment.
"I didn't want to lie, but I was so scared. I still am,
I'm afraid that you might tell my mom."
"So tell me Blake," Dr. Wentworth interjected, "do you
have a girls name?"
"Yes, its Pamela."
"How pretty! If you don't mind I'll call you Pamela from
now on. You can pull up your panties now." The doctor
noticed his pad and said jokingly, "You're having a period
now?"
"She has a pretend period, can you believe it?" the nurse
said.
"My oh my, I don't know any girls who actually want to have
periods, and you, who doesn't have one, likes to pretend
that they do!"
"My girl friends have all been having their periods now and
I wanted to have my pretend period at the same time as
theirs. It makes me feel closer to them."
"Who are your friends?"
"There are six of us girls and we are all part of a club
called the Girls-Only Club. You see only girls are allowed
in it."
"But.."
"Oh, well actually, the girls said I could join as long as
I dressed as a girl. But they could tell that I wanted to
dress as one anyway, so I fit right in."
"How did they know that you wanted to wear dresses."
"Well, I saw my friend Kathy's dress that she is going to
wear to her sisters wedding, and I thought it was so
wonderfully pretty, and the girls realized that I probably
was as excited about the dress as they were, maybe even
more so! So then they said I could join and I have never
been so happy as I am now!"
The nurse laughed. "What other clothes do you have?"
"I have lots of things. My friends helped me shop one day.
I got to pick out a whole bunch of bras, panties and
stockings. And I have some skirts and pretty dresses and
some blouses and heels."
"Wow, sounds like you are all set!"
"They even bought me as a special present, the most pretty
pink nightie!"
"OK, Blake or Pamela," Dr. Wentworth said, "I think we can
all agree that you are very serious about being a girl.
But I wonder if you have really thought through all the
implications of what you are doing."
"What do you mean Dr. Wentworth?"
"Pamela, I think you have three choices for your future if
you are absolutely certain that you will not try and live
as a normal man. You may not find any of these three to
your liking, however."
"What are they?" Blake sounded worried.
"The first choice is you could try and become fully a girl.
I mean you would have to have an operation that could
remove your penis and give you a vagina instead. Nowadays,
this surgery is pretty safe and will give you a very nice
looking vagina."
"I would love to have a vagina!" Blake said excitedly.
" The earlier you do this better since it could be possible
to stop your male development where it is now which is
barely pubescent. This means that after some hormone
treatments you'll look extremely feminine."
"Wow that would be great!"
"I said your vagina would look nice, however in some cases
the new girls don't get very good sexual feelings ever
again. That is a big risk."
"I see," Blake said sounding suddenly depressed.
"Of course you could have sexual intercourse with men or
women for that matter; your vagina would function in this
sense but you could not have babies! You have to ask
yourself if your are willing to risk being a girl who can't
have sexual feeling, or a boy who definitely can? Though
if you are lucky, and some are very lucky, you could get
both."
"What are the two other alternatives you mentioned?
"If you don't get the operation, you could still take the
hormones and so forth. These alone will give you breasts
about two cup sizes smaller than your mom. Since she is a
D you would be a B cup which as you know is quite
substantial. You could have all your hair permanently
removed off your legs and chest. Judging by your graceful
figure, you would be a very pretty girl who happens to have
a penis! Of course, all those female hormones could make
you impotent!"
"As long as you have your penis, you could find a woman to
marry who might want you to be her husband or wife. With
her you could have children and a family I suppose, though
once they hit adolescence they might become pretty upset
about you being a sort of half man half woman. You could
also be a woman for a gay man, sort of his wife. The final
choice is for you not to take any hormones or anything, but
just to live as a man who dresses up as a female. You
would have full use of your sexuality - it wouldn't be hurt
in anyway. Once again, either a man or a woman might be
attracted to you."
"I could get breasts from surgery couldn't I?"
"Yes, that is true, I hadn't thought of that. Only you
know inside which of these ways of living you would
eventually be happiest with."
"I guess right now, I have been thinking that I would want
to date boys and maybe I would fall in love with one of
them. Just like my girl friends think about boys. But I
guess I don't really know for sure. I really appreciate
you talking to me about these things, and I can't thank you
enough for agreeing to be my doctor."
Dr. Wentworth was so moved that she gave Blake a hug. "If
you have any problems don't hesitate to come by here. I
will make sure that your secret is kept by the staff and
that your mom does not find out."
*******************************
The next day in the school yard during recess, while Blake
and the girls were walking together in their usual fashion,
Valerie came up to the group and said, "did you girls know
what I saw yesterday?"
"No, what?" said Amy.
"Yesterday at the doctor's office, I ran into Blake, and
the most amazing thing was that he was being seen by the
girls pediatrician and not the boys."
"Valerie, that was only because of a special condition I
have," Blake said.
"Blake already told us about that Valerie," Karen added.
"Well, I think I know what your special condition is Blake.
While Dr. Wentworth was leading you to the examining room,
you didn't quite have your shirt all the way down, and I'm
sure that I saw a bra strap peeking out!"
"Valerie!" Blake said, "you don't know what you're talking
about!"
"Oh yeah, Blake? I'm positive you were wearing a bra. Can
you imagine that? Blake was wearing a bra!"
"Valerie, why in the world would Blake be wearing a bra?"
Janet said.
"That's what I'd like to know! Blake, tell us all why you
were wearing a bra!" Valerie said.
"Valerie, I was not wearing a bra!"
"Bullshit Blake!" Valerie walked up to Blake and looked at
him angrily. "Tell me the truth, or I'll tell all the
kids!"
"Valerie," Amy interjected, "don't be so mean to Blake. If
you promise to be nice to Blake, we'll let you in on some
secrets."
"Look, I don't want to hurt Blake, but seeing as you all
spend so much time with him, it occurred to me that maybe
Blake has sort of become a girl and is wearing bras all the
time. I couldn't resist finding out if what I saw
yesterday was really true."
"OK, Valerie, we're going to trust that you can keep a
secret," Amy said. The girls nodded in agreement to her
and she continued, "All of us girls know that Blake wears
bras. Its no secret to us, but we promised Blake that we
wouldn't tell the other kids."
"See, I knew I wasn't imagining it!"
"I'm sorry Valerie, I didn't want to lie but I'm afraid
that you might tell everyone."
"I won't tell Blake, I've always liked you. Somehow it
doesn't really seem so surprising to me that your wear
bras."
"Blake wears a lot more than just bras. We helped buy him
a whole very pretty wardrobe," Karen added.
"Wow. I'd love to see you all dressed up Blake!"
"Someday I'll meet you all dressed up and we can go
somewhere together as your girl friend," Blake said.
"That'll be great!"
After Valerie left, Amy said, "well, I'm sure every girl in
the class is going to know sooner or later that you dress
up. Valerie could never keep a secret like that!
"Lets just hope that none of the girls in the class tell
any of the boys!" Penny said, and they all nodded their
heads in agreement.
************************
On Friday afternoon Blake accompanied Kathy home to her
house so that he could change into Pamela for his solo trip
to buy Beth a present for her wedding shower. He was very
happy that Kathy and Mrs. O'Connor were home to give him
encouragement before his big adventure, since he was very
scared about going all the way across town by himself
dressed as Pamela.
With their help he picked out a white short sleeved blouse
and red skirt from his wardrobe and got dressed in Kathy's
room. He had learned at Wednesday's meeting that he could
use the breast forms without gluing them in, as long as he
wasn't planning to take his bra off. That simplified his
preparations a lot. He decided to wear one of his girdles
with stockings since he was going to be going to Diana's
shop to buy his gift, and she would probably ask him how he
like the ones he had bought there. He would then be in the
happy position to tell her that he was wearing one of them.
In fact he decided to wear his prettiest girdle, the pink
lacy one from France.
He was getting to be adept at putting on his wig and makeup
and within a short time he had it all on perfectly. He
then got his purse and shoes, and Kathy and Mrs. O'Connor
accompanied him to the front door to wish him luck.
"I'm so nervous," Blake confided.
"Don't you worry you poor dear," Mrs. O'Conor said
affectionately, "I am sure you will do very well."
"I hope I don't run into any boys!"
"Just remember Pamela, you don't have to even acknowledge
their presence if they try and talk to you. Without an
introduction, they are being very rude to you, and you
don't have to worry about being rude in return," Kathy
said.
"Just don't give them any encouragement," Mrs. O'Connor
added.
"Okay, and thank you both. I am so excited about the
shower tomorrow and I really want to find Beth a pretty
present."
"Bye, bye," Kathy and Mrs. O'Connor said, and Blake was off
by himself for the very first time as Pamela. He walked
carefully along the side walk out to the avenue to get the
bus which would take him to a stop very close to Diana's
Bra and Girdle Shop. It was a lovely sunny afternoon and
he felt very pretty and alive and his heart ached with
happiness. He smiled at an old man mowing his lawn and the
man smiled back graciously. It was so nice to be feminine;
as a boy he could never have smiled at the old man.
Luckily, a bus came along after a short wait, and Blake
climbed the high steps into it and put his coins in the
fare slot. The driver accelerated the bus before he got to
a seat and he daintily struggled to maintain his balance.
Finally, he got himself seated next to a tall businessman,
making sure to arrange his skirt properly. He placed his
hands in his lap holding his purse and looked down past his
protruding chest at his own pink polished finger nails. He
had the strongest sense the man next to him was staring at
him. Stealing a glance to the side he saw that the man was
surreptitiously admiring Blake. He broke out into a big
smile to himself. "I must really be pretty he thought.
The bus ride was just a couple of miles and Blake
disembarked at his stop and walked two more blocks down a
side street to Diana's shop. Upon entering he was greeted
by Brenda, who was engaged in sorting and tagging a
collection of girdles which was being readied for display.
"Hi, Pamela! Its so nice to see you again so soon!"
"Thank you, Brenda, its great to be back at my favourite
shop!" Both Blake and Brenda laughed at this.
"How are your girdles? I hope you aren't having any
problems with them," Brenda said.
"Oh, no, I just love them so much. Today I'm wearing the
really pretty French one. Its just so comfortable."
"Let me take a look," Brenda said, and she walked over to
Blake, who raised his skirt and slip to show her.
"Yes it is very pretty on you, Pamela. So what can I do
for you today?"
"Well I'm here actually to buy a present for someone who is
having a lingerie shower. Its Kathy's sister Beth. She's
about 21 years old, and very very beautiful. I want to get
her something really pretty for her shower."
"What did you have in mind? A girdle maybe?"
"Well, I suppose that wouldn't be a good idea. I don't
think she is the type to wear a girdle. I mean I guess
they are kind of old fashioned and mainly only older women
like them." Thinking that this might be an insult to
Brenda he hurried on to say, "but of course not all young
girls hate them, I mean I just love them. I mean I think
Beth is really very modern." Blake was all tongue tied.
"It's OK Pamela, its true what you're saying. We don't
sell very many girdles to young girls or women. Mainly
some panty girdles but not the more elaborate girdles and
corsets. But we have a lot of other nice things here and
I'm sure that you can choose something that Beth will
really treasure."
The two of them walked around the shop considering various
options. Finally, Blake decided on a red, velvet flocked
teddy with a lace-up bodice. underwire cups and slim
adjustable straps. It had fabulous decolletage and would
surely look exquisite on Beth, considering her very large
bust. They joked that poor Brad would cum in his pants the
moment he saw Beth dressed in it.
**************************
After he left the shop, Blake slowly walked toward the bus
stop. He didn't want this perfect afternoon to end. When
he got there he sat down at a bench to await the next bus.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed someone approaching
him and then he heard a familiar voice say, "Hi, Pamela,
fancy meeting you here!"
It was Clifford, who had obviously remembered Pamela's name
from their previous meeting at the mall. Blake was
mortified, and not just because he was worried that
Clifford would figure out he was Blake. He remembered
distinctly Clifford's boast that one day he would get his
hands inside of Pamelas bra, and Blake was scared to death
that he wouldn't be able to stop that from happening.
"Don't you remember me? Clifford, at the mall the other
day?"
"Oh, hello Clifford," Blake said with faint enthusiasm.
"Mind if I sit down here?"
Blake shook his head no, and Clifford sat down, a bit too
close, Blake thought to himself.
"Beautiful day isn't it?"
"Yes, Clifford."
"What are you doing here?"
"I went shopping."
"For what?"
"I had to buy a present for Beth's wedding shower."
"What did you get her?"
"Oh, you really don't want to know!"
"Why not?"
"Its a lingerie shower!"
"I see what you mean. Its just some girls stuff."
"Yes."
"Pamela."
"What?"
"I think you are very pretty."
Blake blushed and said, "thank you Clifford." Clifford was
looking intently at Blake, who had to force himself to make
eye contact. As soon as he did so, he felt a pang in his
heart as he realized that Clifford's eyes were really quite
attractive and that he had a kind of jaunty handsomeness
that was thrilling to be near. Clifford, holding his eyes
fixed on Blake, smiled, showing his white teeth. It was
clear that Clifford understood the power of his smile and
Blake felt himself being taken in by it. It was so hard to
understand that this was the same Clifford who at school
was nasty and dumb all the time.
"Pamela, where do you live? I haven't been able to get any
information from anybody about that. Its really puzzling."
"I'm sorry Clifford, I can't really tell you that. My mom
doesn't want me dating any boys and I'm not allowed to give
out my address or phone number."
"That's too bad," Clifford said, "so I guess we have to
make the best of whatever situations we can get."
"What do you mean?"
"Well here we are on a beautiful day, alone together, and
you are very pretty."
Clifford's charm was intense, and Blake found himself
becoming more and more attracted to him in a totally new
and frightening way. He started to ask himself, "what does
Pamela want?" and then he realized that he had the freedom
to act like Pamela, he didn't have to be Blake pretending
to be Pamela. As 'Pamela' he knew that he really wanted to
be sitting there with Clifford.
Clifford started to slide over across the bench toward
Blake. Blake's heart beat excitedly and he looked coyly up
towards Clifford, who was still looking at him intently.
After their eyes met again, Blake looked down again.
He felt Cliffords hip push against his skirt, and then he
realized that he was being encircled by Cliffords right
arm. Clifford was in control, he just had to sit there and
wait for Clifford to do whatever he wanted with him. His
heart raced even harder as he felt the increasing pressure
of Cliffords presence around him. He was now completely in
his embrace. He felt soft and compliant and protected.
Clifford said, "Pamela, you're so pretty." The words
caused a fluttering excitement to go up his spine.
Blake turned his head sideways and looked directly at
Clifford. He could see Clifford's mouth approaching,
slightly parted, with his tongue just waiting inside.
Cliffords strong arm gripped his shoulder a bit more
tightly and moved him closer toward him. Clifford used his
left hand to gently touch Blake on the chin and steer his
mouth toward his own. Blake mumbled, "Oh, Clifford, I
barely know you," and then more softly again, "Clifford, we
shouldn't, my mother..." He was silenced by Cliffords lips
touching his own and then landing firmly upon his, and he
felt himself returning the kiss. He felt small and soft
and contained by Cliffords hard masculine body. Cliffords
tongue parted his lips and Blake closed his eyes and found
himself spiralling around Cliffords tongue in a long slow
kiss.
When the kiss ended, Blake waited for Clifford to make the
next move. "You have such nice lips, Pamela,"
"Please kiss me again," Blake found himself saying this and
Clifford bore down again in a very long kiss. When he was
done, they sat there for a few minutes and Clifford said,
"that was very nice Pamela."
Blake smiled at him. Up the block he saw his bus coming
and said, "I've got to catch my bus. My mom will kill me
if I'm late!"
"When will I see you again?"
"I don't know," and Blake took his package and got up to
board the bus. Turning to Clifford, he said, "I'll call
you sometime when my mom is not home." Blake took a seat
against the window, and Clifford waved to him as the bus
took off down the road.
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