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http://www.incesttabooo.com/girlclub05.html
The Girls-Only Club
Chapter 5
The six members of the Girls-Only club gathered outside in
the driveway next to Mrs. O'Connor's Plymouth Fury III. It
was Blake's first time outdoors dressed as Pamela and he
felt like the whole world was watching him. He saw a few
children playing nearby and he nervously kept an eye on
them in case they could see through his disguise.
Surveying the girls gathered around him, he felt proud to
be a member of the Girls-Only Club. He studied the way
they moved so as to imitate them better. He adjusted the
shoulder strap of his purse copying the way that Penny held
hers. He noticed that all the girls and Mrs. O'Connor were
wearing blue jeans and tops and only he was wearing a skirt
and pantyhose. Oddly, it made him feel like he was more
feminine than they were.
"I think we can squeeze four of you girls in the back seat
and two can come up front with me," Mrs. O'Connor said as
she unlocked the car doors.
"Pamela, you come sit in the back with Kathy, Karen and
me," Amy said as she slid into the seat. Blake followed
her making sure to first sit on the seat and then swing
both legs in together so as not to open up his skirt too
far. Karen and Kathy then got in so that he was tightly
squeezed between Amy on his left and Karen on his right.
"Its a tight squeeze, Mom, but I think we all fit in back
here!" Kathy said.
Penny and Janet were sitting next to Mrs. O'Connor up front
and they turned around to look at the three girls and Blake
sitting in the back. The cramped conditions were comical
and they all began to laugh at the situation. Surrounded
so closely by the five other girls and Mrs. O'Connor, Blake
was entranced by the smell of the mingling perfumes and the
feel of his hips and shoulders touching the girls on either
side of him.
"Our first stop has to be the bridal store to get Pamela
fitted to her gown. After that, where do you girls think
we should go?," Mrs. O'Connor said.
"Where do you want to go first, Pamela?," Amy said.
"I hadn't really thought about it, but I guess that we
could start with buying some bras and things."
"Very sensible! We'll work from the inside out!" Karen
laughed.
Mrs. O'Connor backed the large car out of the driveway and
proceeded down the road toward the mall, about 15 minutes
away. After a minute they passed two boys walking on the
side of the road and Amy exclaimed, "Karen, there's Billy
and Mike!" She waved at them, who waved back after they
recognized her.
"God, Karen, Billy is just so cute. Look at that muscle
shirt he wears to show off!"
"I know, I was just thinking, my God is he sexy," Karen
replied.
"Oh and can he kiss! At the fall dance he took me outside
and I made out with him. I couldn't resist."
"I know how you feel."
Amy leaned over past Blake toward Karen who leaned sideways
to meet her. She cupped her hand over her mouth and
whispered so that only Karen and Blake could hear, "he even
took my hand and made me touch his penis!"
"You're kidding!" Karen said.
"No. He had unzipped his fly and my hand went right in his
pants! It was all hard and poking out!"
Karen started to giggle as did Amy. As Amy leaned back in
her seat, she turned toward to Blake and said, "you should
have seen it. It seemed so big to me."
Blake felt uneasy thinking of Billy's penis. "You weren't
scared?"
"Oh, no! Boys are always trying to do such stuff. I would
never let him get any further unless I was going steady
with him or something. Anyway, he's a senior and we're
only friends."
"I heard that Mike just broke up with Sharon," Kathy added.
"Oh, really! Did he initiate it?"
"No, Sharon just thought it wasn't getting anywhere and
they ought to see other people."
"I wonder who he might be interested in now?"
"I think he is dreamy," said Janet, "all the girls are just
going to die hoping that he asks them out."
"Have you ever seen him run track in his cute little
running uniform!"
"I know what you mean. His thighs are so powerful. And I
like the way he looks so intense as he approaches the
finish line."
"He's the kind of boy that anyone would love to date."
"He makes a girl feel like a girl."
The male side of Blake felt even more diminished: it was
getting harder and harder to see himself as a boy. The
only role open to him he could safely fill was being a
girl. He had to be a girl, he was a girl. Boys were scary
and overwhelming. He imagined Mike or Billy making him
feel sexy and pretty, and hoping that they would want to
make out with him someday. What was Billy's penis really
like? He felt scared of it but also exhilarated in a
strange way. The girls must sense who he really is, just a
rather shy and naive young girl.
Looking down at his prominent breasts, feeling the long
hair framing his face, aware of his fragrance, and the
silky feeling of his pantyhose, the light delicate weight
of his shoes and the tightness of his bra straps, Blake
felt helpless being a girl. Compared to real boys, who
were hard and fast and brash, he was a girl and he would
have to try and live as much as possible as a girl. He
imagined himself flirting with Mike or Billy; being coy and
dressing sexy to turn them on. Maybe he was pretty enough
to attract them? Wouldn't all the girls be envious of him
he could date one of them!
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After arriving at the mall, the Girls-Only club members and
Mrs. O'Connor went to "David's Bridal Heaven" to have the
gown originally made for Brad's cousin altered to Blake's
size. Mr. David, the elderly owner of the store,greeted
them enthusiastically at the door. While he chatted with
Mrs. O'Connor, Blake wandered around admiring the many
dozens of beautiful gowns hanging from racks and displayed
on dummies. He gently ran his hand over the skirts feeling
the different soft nylon, satin, taffeta and silk
materials. Most of the dresses were in white though quite
a few were in pink, yellow and soft shades of blue. The
other club members gathered around him as he admired a
white beaded gown worn by a statuesque mannequin who stared
off into space.
"Oh Pamela is in heaven!, Penny teased, "all these pretty
gowns to wear!"
"Do you see any you have just got to have?" Janet added.
"I want everyone of them! But the one I have is the
prettiest of all. Don't you agree?"
"It sure is!"
"Come Pamela," Mrs. O'Connor called out, "go to the
dressing room and put on the dress so Mr. David can fit
you."
Blake took the box and walked toward the dressing room.
Penny volunteered to go with him and help out. In the
cubicle, Blake hung his purse on a hook and then proceeded
to take off his top and skirt. Penny held the dress for
him as he slipped it over his shoulders, and she zipped him
up and then checked to make sure that everything was OK.
He then walked out to the center of the large fitting room
with mirrors on all the walls. Mr. David, Mrs. O'Connor
and the girls were waiting for him.
"My, my aren't you a lovely young lady," Mr. David said as
he took Blake's hand and helped him to step up onto a small
raised platform. "What's your name dear?"
"Pamela."
"Well Pamela, we don't have too much to do, just letting
out a few seams here and there. You are a bit taller than
the girl this dress was made for."
Mr. David walked around Blake surveying the dress. He
shifted the skirts around and pushed the bodice up and then
back. Blake realized that Mr. David was doing more than
just arranging the dress. He felt his breasts being
squeezed and his nipples being pinched. Mr. David's hands
were systematically caressing him as he worked. Mr. David
reached under the dress and felt along the seams. Suddenly
Blake felt a pinch and then a succession of explicitly
sexual touches seemingly everywhere on his thighs and
bottom.
"Oh, such a pretty girl, such a pretty girl," Mr. David
kept saying. Confused and afraid to cause a fuss Blake
smiled as if nothing was happening. After what seemed an
eternity, Mr. David helped him down from the pedestal and
then gave him a kiss on the cheek while simultaneously
taking a last feel of his breasts while ostensibly
adjusting the dress. Blake felt like he had been violated,
but was too scared to say anything. He held back tears as
he walked to the dressing room to change.
Penny noticed that he was upset and asked what had
happened. When he had explained she said, "what a dirty
old man he is! I guess he couldn't resist touching such a
sexy girl like you. You did look stunning up there."
"Thank you Penny. He made me feel so vulnerable. How can
a girl ever hope to stop a boy or man from getting what
they want?"
"There are ways we can control them, Pamela, and we'll have
to teach you them. Right now you are so innocent. Its
really very precious. You did look absolutely lovely up
there in that dress." Penny unzipped the back of the dress
and helped Blake off with it. She hugged him and then gave
him his skirt and top to put back on.
*************************************
>From the wedding shop the group walked over to the Lord and
Taylor department store to look for bras, panties and other
lingerie. A saleswoman working there, Ms. Celeste Taylor
knew Mrs. O'Connor and came over to help.
"What can I do for you today, Mrs. O'Connor?"
"Hi Celeste, we're taking Pamela here shopping for some
bras and panties. She's new in town and would you believe
it, the moving company lost a carton containing most of her
clothes. We volunteered to help her get some replacement
things while her parents are busying moving in."
"Oh, you poor dear. Where would you like to begin? What
kind and size of bras do you normally wear Pamela?"
"Thank you maam. I guess I'm a size 36A, and I guess I'm
not sure of exactly what kind I want. I mean I guess I
like back closure styles, and..."
"Do you prefer pretty or dainty bras or the more athletic
kind, you know like the Jockey brand?"
"I suppose I would like to get dainty ones."
"We have some pretty ones here that have a little padding.
Would you like to look at those?"
"Okay. I guess just a little padding would be nice. Do
you have them in many colors?"
"Come here and look."
Blake wasn't sure he was saying the right things, but the
girls didn't give him any indication that he was making a
mistake.
Karen called to him saying, "Come here Pamela. This bra is
so pretty. I think its just the kind you like."
She held up a pink lightly padded bra with lace covered
cups. "Oh yes, I like that one for sure. Oh, its a
Warners Lace Dressing bra. It looks very comfortable."
Then Penny and Amy both came up to him holding other bras
in his size. "Look at these Maidenform bras Pamela. This
one is a nice shade of blue and this white one has a cute
little applique flower at the center." Blake took them
from the girls saying, "the blue one is a 'Sweet Nothings'
bra and this one is a 'Chantilly' bra. I love them both!"
Blake was surrounded by the many racks of bras. Every
direction he looked there were bras of every size and
description. He felt overwhelmed and did not know which
way to turn next. "There are so many bras here how do I
decide what else to try?"
Mrs. Taylor looked at Blake quizzically. "What did you do
previously to get bras?"
"Oh, I, um, um, we lived in a small town in Western
Maryland, and there wasn't any department stores. So my
mom and I would just go to a little local clothing store
which didn't have anywhere such a selection as here."
"Well then, this should be quite an experience for you! I
see Pamela that you prefer lacy bras, so that narrows down
our choices somewhat. Also, being an A cup, we don't have
to look in that section over there which is for the full
figured ladies, like Mrs. O'Connor!"
"That reminds me Celeste," Mrs. O'Connor said, "while I'm
here I need to buy a few bras for myself. Pamela, you let
Mrs. Taylor and girls help you out, while I go and take a
look at some of the bras, OK."
"Sure, Mrs. O'Connor, go ahead."
Mrs. O'Connor walked over to take a look at the larger
sized bras.
Mrs. Taylor continued, "our main decision now is whether
you want to concentrate on padded bras or not. If you want
some padding, we have some that would make you look like a
B cup and others, like the Warners one you are holding,
will make you almost, but not quite a B."
"Can I get some with padding and some without?"
"Why of course, Pamela! You're so innocent! Didn't the
girls in your home town or mom ever discuss these things
with you!?"
Blake was fearful that Mrs. Taylor was going to think that
he wasn't a legitimate girl. Tears began welling up in his
eyes as he felt more and more hopeless that he couldn't
pull off the deception any longer.
Mrs. Taylor saw Blake's alarm and said, "Oh you poor dear.
I didn't mean to hurt your feelings!"
Just having Mrs. Taylor talk about him like this made Blake
start to sob, and quickly Mrs. Taylor took him in her arms
and held him. "Its OK, we'll get you knowing everything
there is to know about choosing bras." While she held him
she made a quizzical expression at the Club members
standing nearby.
"Its okay Pamela," Karen said. "This is why we are here,
so we can help teach you about how to shop for your clothes
in a large mall."
When Blake's sniffling stopped, Mrs. Taylor suggested,
"come look over here at these "almost a B" bras by Playtex.
See how they have padding like the Warners. Try one of
these." She took one and then indicated some other bras
nearby, "the Vanity Fair Lace Piquant is very pretty and so
is the Maidenform Satin Seduction." She led Blake over to
another rack containing bras which had very well defined
cups which stood almost rigidly in the shapes of breasts.
"These are heavily padded bras. They'll make you feel very
womanly with a much larger bust. Lets try one of these
also. What color would you like? Let me guess: I bet you
want the pink one!"
Blake laughed a little and Mrs. Taylor said, "see, bra
shopping can be a lot of fun for girls! The boys just
don't know what they are missing!" All the girls laughed
at this, including Blake. "Now you have five bras to try
on. Go to the fitting room over there and lets see which
ones are most comfortable for you."
They all walked over to the fitting rooms, where Mrs.
O'Connor had just arrived carrying a couple of white bras.
"Let me see which bras you're going to try on Pamela."
Blake handed them to her. "My they are pretty ones
indeed."
"What kind did you pick out, Mrs. O'Connor?"
"These are some new Olga styles that I had seen in an
advertisement: the Lace 'N Smooth and the Lace Textures.
Since I usually prefer Olga's I thought I ought to try them
out."
"I don't have any Olga bras here. Maybe I should try one
too, since you like them so much."
"Sure Pamela," Mrs. Taylor intervened. "You start trying
these on, and I'll go find a nice Olga bra in your size."
Blake went into a fitting room and took off his top and
then reached behind himself and unhooked the bra that Kathy
had loaned him. His breasts still looked utterly natural
though he felt worried that maybe Mrs. Taylor would be able
to tell they were false. He decided that he would try the
Warner bra first. He put it on and looked at himself in
the mirror. Even more so than Kathy's bra, the lightly
padded lacy pink Warners bra made him look extremely
feminine. He heard Penny's voice outside the cubicle door
say, "come on out and show us how it looks!" Summoning up
his courage he left the room to model the bra in front of
the five girls and Mrs. Taylor who had returned holding a
soft yellow Olga bra. Just then Mrs. O'Connor left an
adjoining cubicle wearing her bra to also look at Blake.
Mrs. Taylor lightly adjusted the straps on Blake's bra and
gently touched his breasts checking how they fit into the
cups. "It looks like a perfect fit to me!," she said.
"How does it feel?"
"It feels great! I definitely must have this bra!"
"You look very pretty," Mrs. O'Connor said. "How do you
like my bra?"
Mrs. O'Connor's very large bust completely filled the white
Olga bra. "I think its gorgeous on you. Is it
comfortable?"
"Yes, its snug without being tight. That's one of the
secrets of getting the right bra. After wearing it a while
you don't even know its on!"
"I feel like this Warner's was made for me!," Blake
exclaimed. "Now I want to try on the Olga bra, Mrs.
Taylor."
She handed him the bra and he and Mrs. O'Connor went back
into their changing rooms to switch bras. While in the
dressing room, Blake slowly took off the Warner's bra and
delicately hung it up on a hook. He proceeded to put on
the yellow Olga bra. Outside of the room he heard the
sound of some other customers going into other cubicles to
try on bras. He then heard Mrs. O'Connor leave her cubicle
and then the voice of Mrs. Taylor commenting on how nicely
the second of the Olga bras appeared.
"This one is very nice also. You look very nice in it."
He was about to step out of the room when he heard a women
say, "Why Mrs. O'Connor. So nice to see you, and these
must all be the lovely girls in the Girls-Only Club. Have
you met Blake's older sister Janice?"
Blake froze as he realized that the voice of the woman on
the other side of the door was his mother, and that Janice
was with her.
"So nice to meet you, Janice" Mrs. O'Connor said.
"Thank you, Mrs. O'Connor. I like the bra you're wearing.
That's a Lace Textures, which is the same new style that I
want to try on." She held up a bra in her hands, and then
walked to a nearby cubicle to try it on.
"Blake has been so excited about the chance to go to the
wedding," Blake's mom continued. "That reminds me, he left
early this morning saying that he was going to the mall
with you and the girls to get his suit for the wedding. He
even gave up a chance to go to the ball game with his dad!
I wonder where he is?"
"Blake is waiting for us outside in the mall. He saw a
friend of his, and since I needed to shop for a couple of
bras, he preferred to wait outside."
"Oh, thats nice. Tell him hello from us anyway."
Mrs. Taylor then called to Blake behind the door, "Pamela,
come on out and let us look at your Olga bra. Don't be
shy."
Blake was terrified. The more he hid inside the room the
more attention would be focussed on him. He had no choice
but to come out and try and look away from his mom and
Janice. Stepping out of the room, he saw there was no way
to avoid the gaze of his mom. She was standing right in
front of him. He kept his head looking toward the ground.
"Oh, who is this pretty young girl?" his mom said. "I
think I know all the other girls, but I don't seem to have
seen you around town?"
"This is Pamela, a new girl from the Western part of the
state," Mrs. O'Connor said. Blake looked up slightly and
saw that his mom had extended her hand to shake his. He
gently took her hand and curtsied while shaking it.
"That's a very pretty bra you have on young lady. You look
beautiful in it," his mom said.
"Thank you, maam." At this moment Janice came out of the
dressing room wearing her Olga bra.
"Mom, what do you think?"
"Very attractive Janice."
"Yes, indeed," Mrs. O'Connor added.
"I am so happy this new Olga style seems to be really a
winner. Both of you ladies look exquisite." Mrs. Taylor
said. Janice and Mrs. O'Connor stood next to each other
both wearing the same style bra. Blake's small chest
seemed petite and juvenile in comparison.
"Have you met Pamela? She's new in town." Blakes mom said
to Janice.
"Pleased to meet you!" Janice said, and then she let out a
small gasp as she looked fully at Blake.
"What's the matter Janice?" Blake's mom said. Janice was
staring directly into Blake's eyes which were widened with
fear.
"Oh nothing mom, I... thought I saw a mouse. It was just
a moving shadow or something." Blake turned away suddenly
saying, "I guess I should try on my next bra" and turned to
go back inside his cubicle.
"Wait a minute young lady," Mrs. Taylor said. "Let's see
how this bra fits you!" She gently took Blake's arm and
turned him around so he was facing everyone. "The straps
need a bit of adjusting. We just pull up a little on these
little buckles. There, how's that?"
"It fits nicely, Mrs. Taylor."
"Are you shy about these other ladies seeing you in your
bra?" she asked.
"I guess so.""
"How precious you are Pamela," Blake's mom said. "Its so
refreshing to meet a shy and modest girl. Young girls
today are too brassy in my opinion. You have nothing to
fear from us. You have such a pretty young body and you
look so good in that bra. I wish my younger daughter would
only act as feminine as you!"
"Thank you maam."
Blake turned and went back into the cubicle where he sat
down and started to shake with fear. He was certain that
Janice had recognized him. She had been suspicious about
his liking to cross dress and somehow she had seen through
his disguise. What was going to happen next? He prayed
that she wouldn't let his mom know. It would be the end of
everything! "Come on mom," Janice said, "we had better go,
or we'll be late getting back. I'll buy two of these Olga
bras," she said to Mrs. Taylor.
Mrs. O'Connor and the girls said their goodbyes. After he
heard Janice and his mom leave he quietly began to sob. He
heard Mrs. Taylor say to Mrs. O'Connor, "Is Pamela having
any problems. Can you check on her?" He saw the door of
the cubicle open and Mrs. O'Connor came in still wearing
her new Olga bra. "You poor girl. It did look like Janice
recognized you. Do you think she will tell your mom?" As
she said this she sat down next to Blake and put her arms
around him.
"I hope not. She may not. I think she won't. The other
day she was talking to me about boys who cross dress and
was saying that she didn't mind if they did. She'll
probably want to talk to me when I get home though."
"Well it sounds to me like you shouldn't worry. We are all
anxious to see how the other bras fit you. Why don't you
try on the fully padded one. That will make you feel
better." Mrs. O'Connor left the room and a minute later
Blake emerged wearing the fully padded bra. It really did
make him feel very grown up, with a large projecting chest.
He continued trying on the other bras and found that all
were comfortable except the 'Sweet Nothings' bra. The
Maidenform 'Chantilly' was particularly comfortable as was
the Playtex almost a B bra. They decided to buy 3
Chantilly bras, 2 in white and one in beige, and one each
of the other styles.
"Now honey lets pick out some panties for you," Mrs.
O'Connor said.
"What size are you Pamela?" Mrs. Taylor added.
"I'm a size 6."
"You'll find them both mixed in with the bras and over
there where we have many racks of panties."
Blake first went back to the bra section and saw that there
were matching panties hanging on some of the displays. He
found that practically every style appealed to him and he
had a hard time not taking one of each one he saw. "I like
this pink Olga one with the lace band, and this one which
has a pretty floral print with the lace that dips down
diagonally at the top. And look at how the little ribbons
are always just to the left side on the Olga's while the
Maidenform panties all have bows in the center!"
"Only you would notice that Pamela!" Kathy laughed.
"All the panties you are selecting here are bikini and
high-cut brief styles," Mrs. Taylor said. "Look at these
lace edged high-cut briefs in pink by Warner's, very
popular among the young girls." She handed a pair to
Blake. "Over there we have some high-cut control briefs.
They have a slimming front panel and the back is stretch
satin and is seamed for added shaping. Very pretty, and
while you might not need the shaping, they give a very nice
secure fit which is particularly good during your periods.
Here, take a blue pair, a pink pair and two whites." She
gave these also to Blake. "So how are we doing young
lady?"
"I've got 10 pair now, which I guess is enough. What do
you think Mrs. O'Connor?"
"Let me see what you have." She looked through the panties
and thought a moment and then said, "just fine, a really
nice assortment dear. I think you are all set in the panty
department!"
"Come now Pamela and look at the slips," Amy said while
taking Blake's free hand and leading him over to a circular
rack containing both half and full slips in mainly white,
beige and black. "Every girl needs at least one white and
one black slip. You should take one of each color in both
half and full sizes. Here, these Warner's slips are just
in your size." She selected the slips and handed them to
Blake to look over. They had lace around the chest and
along the bottom hem and had approximately six inch slits.
"They're very nice," Blake said and then hesitated as if he
were afraid to say something else.
"Don't be shy Pamela what is the matter?" Mrs. Taylor
said.
"I guess I was hoping to get a pink slip to match all my
pink bras and panties," Blake said quietly.
"I'm sorry Pamela but really very few girls nowadays ask
for pink slips, so we don't stock them. You could go to a
specialty lingerie store where you might find them. For
example's Diana's Bras and Girdles on E. Main Street."
"If we have time Pamela we'll make a stop there, OK?" Mrs.
O'Connor said.
"Thank you Mrs. O'Connor."
Mrs. O'Connor then paid for the bras, panties and slips
using her credit card. They were all about to take their
leave of Mrs. Taylor, when Blake said to her, "I guess I
can buy a garter belt and maybe a girdle or two at
Diana's."
Mrs. Taylor replied, "we don't carry garter belts but I am
sure that Diana's does. As far as girdles are concerned,
may I ask why someone as slim as yourself needs a girdle?"
Blake was caught by surprise and didn't know what to say.
"I've always wanted one. I mean my mom has always worn
girdles, and I think that I might like them too. Or maybe
I should get some panty girdles with attached garters for
my stockings."
Blake was blushing now as Mrs. Taylor looked quizzically at
him. She said, "Mrs. O'Connor could I have a word with
you?" Mrs. O'Connor and Mrs. Taylor then walked a distance
away where they had an animated discussion, in which they
occasionally turned and pointed toward him. When they were
done, Mrs. Taylor came back wearing a frown on her face.
"Young man," she suddenly said sharply. Blake turned his
head to her instinctively and she said, "Mrs. O'Connor
confirmed my suspicion. While I admit that you have the
appearance of a very pretty young girl you have a lot to
learn about acting like a real girl. You are Blake aren't
you? and that was your mother and sister who were here
earlier? I thought that something strange was going on
with you. I know I shouldn't say this because you are
clearly a very good customer of Lord and Taylor, but I
think your mother would be terribly ashamed if she knew
that you acted like a little effeminate girl as you have
here today. All your excitement about laces and bows and
pretty things is just you acting like a princess instead of
a real boy. I think it is shameful. While I have great
admiration for Mrs. O'Connor, I think she has exercised
very poor judgment in this case. I would have certainly
told your mother at the very start."
Of course Blake was crying now. Mrs. O'Connor tried to
comfort Blake as best as she could. "Mrs. Taylor has
agreed to not call your mom, honey, so don't worry. She
did however insist on giving you this reprimand, for which
I am very sorry. She doesn't know you as well as the girls
and I do. You are so feminine to us that it is even funny
to think of you attempting to be a boy. It is in your
nature to be dressed as prettily as possible and we still
believe it is doing the right thing to help you attain
this."
She turned to Mrs. Taylor: "See, Celeste, I told you it
would make her miserable!"
"You mean him!"
"Him, her, what's the difference? Blake is simply a girl
and needs to be treated like one."
With that, Mrs. O'Connor and the girls led Blake away from
the lingerie section. "Now we are going to go shopping for
some stockings, dresses and shoes for you, then some
accessories and we'll make sure to go to Diana's today to
pick out some girdles and garter belts for you. Right
girls?"
"Yes indeed!!" all the girls said. "Don't give old Mrs.
Taylor a second thought!"
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