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http://www.incesttabooo.com/girlclub17.html
The Girls-Only Club
Chapter 17
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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