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http://www.incesttabooo.com/girlclub06.html
The Girls-Only Club
6. Chapter
Mrs. O'Connor suggested that they pay a visit to the ladies
room and then have a bite to eat before resuming their
shopping. Blake was in a dire need to have his makeup
fixed after all the crying he had done that morning.
Though shaken by Mrs. Taylor's condemnation, he felt
cheered by the thought that even she had to admit that,
physically, he was a more than passable girl. In fact he
felt truly feminine as he walked through the store in his
skirt and blouse, holding his purse, feeling the swish of
his pantyhose as each leg slid against the other. He
looked down and watched as his skirt billowed around him
and saw his breasts gently swaying, and the cameo on his
necklace lightly bounce back and forth in his cleavage. He
felt excited at all the beautiful bras, panties and slips
that he had bought, and he couldn't wait to spend a day
wearing each of them in turn. Most especially, he enjoyed
being just one of the girls walking together with Karen,
Kathy, Amy, Janet, Penny and Mrs. O'Connor.
He saw several men admire his figure as he walked by. A
young electrician working on a display even went so far as
to smile invitingly at him. Blake noticed the bulging
biceps in his tee shirt and his handsome face with sandy
blonde hair. He thought to himself, "that must be the type
of guy who'll really make me feel like a girl." The other
girls had noticed him too, because Amy whispered
conspiratorially to him, "Isn't he cute!" and Blake,
laughing said, "and how!"
He felt very womanly and happy and excited at the thought
of being one of the girls as they met and experienced all
kinds of boys and men. At these moments he felt sure that
he was making good progress in learning to think and act
like a girl. Eventually, he would never make mistakes as
he done with Mrs. Taylor. The more he practiced the
quicker the transformation would be.
When they reached the bathroom and were about to enter the
door marked "WOMEN" they saw a group of boys coming from
the other direction heading toward the MENS room. Among
them was Clifford, who recognized them. He said, "Hi Mrs.
O'Connor. I see you and the girls are doing some shopping
today" He pointed to the shopping bag of bras, panties and
slips that Amy was holding for Blake.
The tone in Clifford's voice made it clear that he was
putting on a show for the sake of Mrs. O'Connor. Some of
the boys giggled behind him.
"And what about you Clifford"," Mrs. O'Connor said. "why
are you spending this nice day shopping indoors?"
"Oh, no maam. Me and the other guys just need to use the
John," Clifford said.
"Well we don't want to stop you if you're in a hurry," Amy
said.
"We wouldn't want an accident" Karen said. All the girls
laughed at this except Blake, who was worried that Clifford
would recognize him.
Clifford ignored the joke and said, "who's your friend? I
haven't seen her around town." He was directly facing
Blake, and showed no signs of recognizing him.
"This is Pamela, a new girl in town. Pamela, this is the
one and only Clifford," Karen said sarcastically.
"Pamela, what a pretty name to fit such a pretty girl." He
took a step closer and extended his hand for Blake to
shake.
Blake, completely flustered by the attention, blushed and
delicately offered his hand, which Clifford took and shook
once up and down.
"So where do you live?"
Amy intervened quickly, "Clifford why are you being so
nosy? Show some manners."
Clifford pretended he didn't hear and kept his gaze fixed
on Blake. "You know you're real cute Pamela."
Blake blushed even more. He was under Clifford's control
and didn't know what to say. He glanced into Clifford's
eyes and tried to return his gaze. He saw Clifford's eyes
dart down and look at his chest, and then again at his
skirt and pantyhosed legs. "I'd like to call you up some
time."
Blake was starting to say, "thank you," when Mrs. O'Connor
put a sudden end to the encounter. "There will be plenty
of time for getting to know one another some other day.
The girls and I have to powder our noses and Clifford, you
and the boys can take care of your business over there."
Mrs. O'Connor turned and opened the door to the bathroom
and the girls began following her inside. Amy put her arm
around Blake's waist and led him toward the door.
"One second, Pamela" Clifford said. Blake stopped and
looked at him. "I really do want to call you some time."
Blake noticed that his eyes were blue, and he had to admit
that in spite of his being basically a cretan, he had a
certain male virility that attracted him. There seemed to
be almost a hunger in Cliffords eyes, like he wanted to
ravish Blake's body. Blake felt like a deer frozen in a
cars headlights. He felt the tug of Amy and turned to
leave saying, "I've got to check my make up. It was nice
meeting you."
Just as he stepped into the bathroom, he faintly heard one
of the boys saying to Clifford, "did you see the tits on
her?" and then heard Clifford say, "yeah I'm going to get
my hand in Pamela's bra."
**********************************
There were a few other ladies in the bathroom when the
seven of them entered. Two women were in the powder room
area checking on their makeup in front of large mirrors.
Beyond this, in an adjoining room were four stalls in a
row. One was occupied and Amy indicated to Blake that he
should take the one on the end. Just before entering it
she whispered to him that he should probably change his
pad. While Blake entered the stall, Amy entered the one
next to him and Mrs. O'Connor entered the third.
Blake shut the door behind him. He saw that it had a hook
upon which to hang his purse. Turning around, he saw that
there was a small closed container next to the toilet which
he assumed was meant for his used pad. There was also a
dispenser on the side of the stall which was filled with
new pads. He raised his skirt and slip and then lowered
his pantyhose and panties and sat on the seat which
appeared to be very clean. He could hear Amy pull down her
jeans and Mrs. O'Connor. Within a second both of them were
peeing loudly into the water. He was very scared that he
would have trouble going pee, like before, but fortunately
the woman in the other stall suddenly flushed the toilet
and it provided enough of a diversion that he found himself
peeing also. He aimed his stream into the water so it
sounded like the other women. He felt proud of himself for
getting over his shyness. He heard Amy take a long piece
of bathroom tissue to clean herself with and then Mrs.
O'Connor do the same. Then Amy flushed the toilet and then
Mrs. O'Connor. One of the other girls had entered the
available stall and he heard her pull down her jeans and
start to pee as well. He took off his old pad and took a
new one from the dispenser. After opening up the plastic
wrapper, he put the old one in it and then raised up the
lid of the garbage container. He saw that there were
several other used pads in there, mostly in wrappers, but
one was just folded over and there was some dried blood on
the edge. He threw his old pad away and closed the lid.
Then he placed the new pad in his panties, flushed the
toilet and lifted up his panties and pantyhose. He
adjusted his slip and skirt until he felt comfortable.
He stepped out and smiled at Mrs. O'Connor and Amy who had
been waiting to make sure he was OK. After they all washed
their hands, they walked to the outer section where Amy and
Mrs. O'Connor had Blake sit down next to them in front of
the makeup counter. Blake saw Mrs. O'Connor and Amy take
compacts out of their purses. He looked in his purse and
saw that Penny had put one in there for him. He took it
out and opened it up, seeing a small mirror, a lipstick, a
slot with a brush and some pads of make up. Amy, sitting
next to him, whispered to him to imitate what she was
doing. Thus he took out the little brush and gently dabbed
some additional powder on his cheeks. Then he took out the
lipstick and put a new layer on his lips, puckering and
rolling them together like he saw Amy and Mrs. O'Connor
doing. He found a brush in his purse and touched up his
hair with it. Then he stood up daintily as a couple of
older women were walking into the bathroom.
"Oh, Molly we are in luck. Here is a very sweet young
girl," one of the women said to the other, smiling brightly
at Blake. "Young lady, we are having a bit of a problem.
It seems that my earring fell out and I just caught it
before I lost it. But it has an unusual clasp which I need
some young hands and eyes to get it back on properly.
Would you be so kind as to help?"
"Sure maam," Blake said shyly. She gave him the earring
and he studied it for a second to figure out how it worked.
It had a pin which had to fit through the ear hole and then
clip into a mechanism on the other side. "I think I see
how it goes. Here let me try."
He oriented the pin correctly and then bent close to the
ladies ear and gently held up the earring to put it on.
His movements were delicate and as feminine as he could be.
When he was done he said, "there, I think I've got it on
right!"
The woman said, "yes you've done such a nice job. I can't
thank you enough."
Then Molly said, "you are such a dear. Such a fine young
lady, with such a pretty figure. What a lovely shade of
nail polish. What's your name?"
Blushing, Blake said, "Pamela."
The women continued, saying, "doing some spring shopping
today?"
Blake nodded his head yes and said, "yes I bought a few
bras and panties and some slips." He indicated the bag
which he had taken from Amy.
"Let's see what you bought."
Blake took out the bras that were all wrapped in tissue
paper. He lifted up the paper and showed the collection to
the ladies.
"My, my don't you have a fancy taste in bras."
"I've got an Olga bra and some others, and oh, yes I got
some Maidenforms. I think they are the most comfortable,
and I really like the way they are decorated with lace."
"Oh, they look very pretty. Its so nice to meet a young
girl who loves lacy things. When we were young, all the
girls wore lace corsets and very elaborate frilly bras
under their clothes. Nowadays, it so sad that many girls
are trying to wear what looks like boy's underwear!"
Mrs. O'Connor and the girls had now joined Blake and had
introduced themselves. The two ladies were sisters and
lived in the wealthiest part of town in a famous Victorian
estate.
After a few minutes Mrs. O'Connor announced that, "We've
got to get some lunch and then buy Pamela a few more
things,"
"I have to buy some stockings and dresses," Blake said.
"Yes, dresses and skirts, that's what girls only used to
wear; before the days of jeans."
"Here, let me give you our address. We would love to have
you come for a ladies tea some afternoon, where we could
show you some of our old clothes. There may be some things
you would like to wear."
The woman wrote out an address and phone number and told
Blake that he must not forget to call them and come by for
a visit.
"Thank you maam, I think I would like to visit you very
much." Blake said affectionately.
"Your daughter is such a sweet thing. You should be
proud."
"Thank you. I am very proud of Pamela" Mrs. O'Connor said.
"It was nice meeting you."
Then the two women each gave Blake a kiss on the cheek and
proceeded into the bathroom part. The Girls-Only club
members left the women's room giggling and Blake said,
"They thought I was your daughter Mrs. O'Connor!"
"Yes, I know. In I sense I think you are, so I didn't want
to tell them otherwise. Let's get some lunch now!"
*********************************************
"I think Mrs. Taylor picked up on a certain excitement you
felt about getting a girdle. To be honest, to a real
woman, wearing a girdle is not a lot of fun. They are very
constraining. Many women who get a little spread out at
the hips and waist own them because it is a quick and easy
way to slim down so they can put on some of their favorite
clothes which might otherwise be too tight." Mrs. O'Connor
explained this to Blake as gently as she could while they
were having their lunch in a restaurant in the mall.
"It's OK Mrs. O'Connor. I see what you mean."
"Mrs. O'Connor," Penny spoke up, "I think part of what Pam
was thinking came about from the girls in the club. The
other day during recess we showed her some of the different
options for holding up stockings. Amy was wearing a panty
girdle with attached garters, so it is natural that Pam
might not have fully remembered that only older women tend
to wear girdles while girls our age wear panty girdles. I
think it's hard for us to see what things we take for
granted - being girls - that are not at all obvious to a
boy. It must be very overwhelming to have to learn so many
things in such a short time, Pamela."
"Thank you for saying that, Penny, because to tell you the
truth I do feel overwhelmed. By the time of the wedding,
though, I want to be just as much a girl as any of you, but
now I'm not so sure that that is going to happen."
"Why don't you tell us what you are finding difficult and
we'll think of ways to help teach you," Janet said.
"That's a great idea, Janet!" Blake said excitedly.
"There are so many things about being a girl I don't quite
understand. For example, I am so excited by all the pretty
things we bought so far, and I know that many girls must
feel a similar way, but I'm not sure that I'm feeling it in
exactly the same way as girls do."
"What do you mean, Pamela?" Amy said. All the girls were
very interested and crowded close to take part in the
discussion.
"Well, for example, if one day you happen to be feeling
very feminine, do you then think "I'll wear my frilliest
bra and panties today" or instead, do you put on a frilly
bra and panties and then think,"gee now I feel very
feminine? And also, how much of your feeling sexy depends
on thinking about a man finding you sexy?"
"How, can we explain?" Penny said. "First of all, Pamela,
you should realize that girls wear bras because we have
breasts. I mean that is the ultimate reason why we do so.
If we didn't have them, we wouldn't wear them. That may
seem very obvious, but it is important for you to
understand it, because the day you wake up in the morning
and reach for your bra to put on, because you have to wear
it to keep your breasts from bouncing around too much and
being uncomfortable, that is the day you can really
consider yourself a girl. I mean you don't reach for it
beacuse you think, "gee, what fun, I get to wear my bra
today."
"But Penny, that is what I am thinking!"
"Yes, but that is what we all thought too, when we first
got breasts and started to wear bras. Then everyday we
were excited about wearing them."
"But what about caring about having frilly bras as against
more plain ones? I mean why does a girl care about the
lace or not?"
"Well there is just something in girls which likes pretty
things. Just like there is something in men which really
like having big muscles and doing heavy athletics. That is
why we are all very comfortable with you learning to be a
girl with us; because we can all identify with your need to
be around pretty things. Your inner nature appears to be
as feminine as any of us. It is also kind of cute watching
you be a little sister to us: all your love for lacy bras
and pink colors and puffy dresses. We know exactly where
you are, because each of us went through that phase."
"You're wanting to play with dolls and dress up in little
girl dresses is practice in learning how to eventually
become a mommy," Penny continued. "Babies are as soft and
delicate as anything can be, and it is their mothers who
can offer them the safe and nuturing environment they need
when they are born. Femininity goes hand in hand with
holding and dressing and feeding babies. But we all had to
experience this as young girls so we'll be prepared as
adult women to take good care of our infants."
"Yes, Pamela, we want you to find out about the world from
a girl's point of view, so you become a real girl one day,"
Janet said. "We want you to be very precious and darling,
and we want you to depend on us to teach you everything you
need to know. So don't be embarassed about being too
feminine, or making mistakes. And also let yourself
experience boys and men from a girls point of view, because
nothing will force you to become feminine faster then
having to deal with the man's world out there!"
"Boys are always trying to tell us what to do," Kathy said.
"One way we really knew that you were a girl at heart was
the way you never tried to boss us around. You have your
opinions, but you aren't feeling like you always have to
tell us what we should be thinking or not."
Blake thought about what they had said, and felt reassured
that he wasn't being unreasonable wanting a lot of very
girlish things. "Someday I want to feel like you just
described. Where I can buy and wear girls clothes becasue
I need them. That would really make me a girl. I think
that's why I really want to own some girdles. Since to me
a girdle symbolizes just a very feminine thing which would
make me more of a real girl if I owned one. Then I could
think each day if I want to wear panties, or perhaps a
girdle, or perhaps a garter belt or pantyhose. Just
whatever my mood was. And I guess I would know how to
dress for any occasion."
"Does your mom really wear girdles, as you were saying to
Celeste?" mrs. O'Connor asked.
"Yes, she has several which I know she wears. I even tried
one on the other day, and I liked the way it felt, I
thought it enhanced my figure a little, and I liked the
idea that stockings can be attached to it. It gave me a
special feeling that I could be more like my mom if I had
some girdles of my own. Do you think that that is
strange?"
"Of course not dear. If I had a son, I could well imagine
him wanting to wear my girdles and bras. After all, he
would have spent his first year or two suckling on my
breasts, and I would have been changing his wet diapers and
giving him baths and so forth, you know very intimately
involved with his personal life. I would think that if he
were really in love with me - and I hope he would be - then
he might sort of want to be like me, become me in a sense."
"Then why don't most boys feel like I do?"
"Well I guess eventually all that male hormone kicks in -
for most boys - which starts them on a path of breaking
away from their mom's. For others, like yourself, maybe
they have a lot of female hormones in their system, a lot
more than other boys anyway, and they feel comfortable
growing up to be more feminine, sort of being like their
mom's. I bet you have a lot in common with your mom. The
way you look and parts of your personality."
"I do feel close to her, but she is clearly my dad's woman.
I mean, I think she always puts him first as far as the
children are concerned." Saying this made Blake suddenly
wonder if he could get his dad to love him as Pamela. Then
the scary thought of actually trying to seduce his father
crossed his mind. Then the realization came that his being
Pamela might be a way to compete with his mom for his dad's
affection. He could never be as masculine as his older
brother, and even Ann was now stronger than him and
becoming more dominant every day. He could see that being
a girl was maybe his best way of fitting into his dad's
affection.
Mrs. O'Connor saw Blake's preoccupation and asked, "Is
there anything wrong?"
Startled, Blake said, " I was thinking how my mom, me and
Janice are really the girls in my family. Ann, Barry and
my dad are the males and I feel so much better just knowing
I could be a girl. When the men are not home we could all
sit around casually in our girdles and bras and do girls
things together. Like maybe we could bake or sew. I think
I would like to make a quilt!"
"That's a very precious thought! In fact, Kathy, Beth and
I have spent many evenings dressed in just our bras and
panties watching TV on hot summer nights. Thats one of the
nice things in not having any men around! But now Beth
will be moving out to live with Brad after the wedding.
So, you'll have to come by and be my new daughter! Would
you like that?"
"Oh, I would so much, Mrs. O'Connor!"
She smiled at Blake. "I think this is an appropriate
moment to tell you about something that Kathy and I have
been discussing. Go ahead and tell him Kathy."
Kathy and the other girls who had been listening grouped
closely around Blake. "What mom is trying to say is that
we were thinking that after Beth moves out we'd have this
extra bedroom in the house, which we would like to offer to
you as your very own place where you could safely be a girl
as much as you wanted. You could put all your girls
clothes there and you could feel free to be just as
feminine and girlish as you wanted there. No one would
every bother you or tease you. It would be like your home
away from home. You could decorate it as prettily as you
wanted and you could come by and be a girl there as often
as you liked. When you were able to, you could spend the
night sleeping there as my sister."
"We would think of you as my other daughter and that would
be your bedroom," Mrs. O'Connor added.
Blake was overwhelmed by emotion and for yet another time
that day began to quietly weep. Mrs. O'Connor and Kathy
held him between them and said, "say yes, you'll do it!"
"Of course, I will. It'll be a place I can grow up to
womanhood in. I'll be able to go through all the stages of
being a young girl and developing emotionally into a young
lady and then a young women. I can't thank you and Kathy
enough."
This news made all the girls very excited. "You can spend
a lot more time being our girl friend!" Penny exclaimed.
"We'll be able to come by and see you much more often!"
"I hope you will all help me to decorate the room!"
************************************************
They finished lunch and then headed over to the hoisery
department in Lord and Taylor. "There are so many kinds of
pantyhose here," Blake said after he observed the many
racks, each containing panty hose from different brands.
"Which one should I choose?"
"It really is maddening for women; so many choices," Mrs.
O'Connor said. "However, our job is made a bit easier by
the fact that you are a young girl and you don't need
support hose. You see that there are all kinds of
pantyhose that try and do the same job as a girdle or panty
girdle. Some have lacy panty parts, others are less so.
Then there are many different colors and sizes and then
some of the pantyhose is very shear and others are thicker.
Some pantyhose has seams in the back, others have
decorations on them. Some pantyhose has reinforced toes
and others don't."
"Pamela, why don't you let each of us pick you out two
pairs of pantyhose for you," Kathy said. "We'll choose the
kind we normally get for ourselves, then after you have
worn them all, you can decide which you like the best.
Then, from that time on you can buy that kind."
"That sounds like a great idea," Blake said. Then each of
the club members went about picking out pantyhose for him.
When they were all done he had pantyhose by Hanes,
Round-the-clock, Perry Ellis and Jones. They covered every
imaginable type and style. He looked through them all and
thanked each of the girls for their selection.
"What about some stockings, like you know when I wear a
garter belt or if I get a girdle or panty girdle?"
"I have already thought about that," Mrs. O'Connor said as
she came back with two packages of stockings. These are
very sexy, Pamela, you'll love them."
They took all the hose to the counter and paid for them.
"Now its time to get you some nice dresses, skirts and
blouses, and we know just the right store for you!" Mrs.
O'Connor said.
********************************
On the other side of the mall was a dress shop catering to
girls and young women from the teenage years through to
young adult. "You'll like the styles in here, Pamela,"
Penny said, "they range from casual everyday dresses to
sophisticated evening wear."
Blake was excited by what he saw. A young sales girl,
about 18 years old wearing a black leather miniskirt and a
tight white top came over to assist. She had long dyed
blonde hair with the dark roots clearly visible and a lot
of make up around her eyes. A name tag pinned just over
her breast said "Connie.' "Need help?" she said to Mrs.
O'Connor in a bored tone.
"Yes, we're looking for some dresses and skirts for my
daughter," she indicated Blake and secretly winked at him.
The salesgirl slowly looked him over and said, "I guess
she's about a 12. Right?"
"Yes, she is," Mrs. O'Connor said. "We'd like to look at
some of your prettier dresses, like perhaps these." Mrs.
O'Connor pointed to a nearby circular rack containing a
single style of dress arranged in increasing sizes.
"This is a rose pink-antique ivory cotton skirt and a
matching embroidered t-shirt," the sales girls said.
"Would she like to try it on?"
Mrs. O'Connor said, "what do you think honey? Do you like
that?"
"Yes, I think it's very pretty."
The sales girl went through the rack and took one out in
Blake's size.
"Come look here," Janet said. "This is a very feminine
dress. A floral print with fluttery cap sleeves, princess
seams and a pretty bow in the back. And good, they have a
size 12!" She handed the dress to Blake and said, "And
here is a luxurious silk halter dress! Look at the
profusion of rich violet, pink and golden flowers! Its
cinched by a wide belt above a full, flowing skirt."
"And oh!, isn't this one darling, Pamela!" Kathy
exclaimed. It's a light blue party dress, with a matching
petticoat. See, it has blue hearts with bows on the skirt
and a sweetheart neckline."
The sales girl came over to look,"Isn't that a little young
for Pamela?"
"I don't think so. Is it Pamela?" Kathy asked.
Blake had fallen instantly in love with the dress and was
relieved that Kathy had spoken up, since he felt
intimidated by the abrupt manner of the sales girl.
"I like it very much," he said, thinking how he couldn't
wait to try it on.
"Good, we'll have Pamela try that one too," Mrs. O'Connor
said. "Now we need to get you at least one cocktail dress.
Something kind of sophisticated."
"We have some really cool leather shifts, with silver studs
and a high collar with chains on it," Connie volunteered,
obviously making fun of Blakes choices thus far.
Mrs. O'Connor said, "not the sort of thing I want for
Pamela. How about these lovely black cocktail dresses,
honey?"
The dress she pointed to was stunning; it had a short
flaired skirt, with several layers of attached gray and
white crinolines sewn in to keep the skirt flaired out.
"Wearing black stockings, and high heels on your pretty
legs, Pamela, you'll be a knockout!" Blake had now
assembled a half dozen dresses and it was time to go to the
fitting room. This consisted of a large central space
surrounded by changing rooms. Penny helped Blake find an
empty cubicle and they went in to it together. Penny
suggested that he start with the cocktail dress. He took
off his blouse and skirt and put the dress on over his
head. After Penny zipped up the back he stepped out for
all to see.
Several other girls were showing off their dresses to their
moms and other friends and relatives. Some had on the
leather skirts and sheath dresses that Connie had
mentioned, while a couple of others had on more colorful
styles with wide or pleated skirts. A few older girls
where trying on suits with straight skirts, white blouses
and jackets.
Blake took a few steps self-conciously around the fitting
room so Mrs. O'Connor and the girls could see him. Looking
into a mirror he saw that the sleek black lines on his
torso and bust, together with the swishy crinolines and
skirt which pushed out like a flower, gave him a grown up
look that scared him a little. He noticed that some of the
other girls trying on dresses were staring at him.
"Pamela, you're so gorgeous!" Amy said.
"Do you think so? I feel so grown up in it, like I could
be a model or date a college student or something. It
seems so sexual though, like I'm giving a man a sexual
message. Do you know what I mean?"
"That's exactly how you should feel, Pamela. Can you
imagine yourself at a cocktail party wearing that? With
some high black spike heels, a little black evening bag to
go with it!" Janet said.
"And a black choker," Amy added.
"Some handsome millionaire stops in his tracks when he sees
you!" Janet added laughing.
Thinking of that was terrifying to Blake. He felt
vulnerable in the dress. Men would ask him to dance, put
their arms on his back, make him kiss them, and maybe they
would put their hands down his chest or up his skirt. He
imagined their shaven faces and black hair on their chests
and arms. Their strength in holding him as they unzipped
the back of his dress. He knew that he would cry and feel
helpless with them. It was easier wearing the bridesmaid
dress and the other skirts and things which made him feel
like a young girl. That was where he was emotionally right
now. Sometime long in the future he might become this
sophisticated woman, but not today.
"Mrs. O'Connor, I think the dress is very pretty but I am
really scared to wear this. It seems like it is for older
girls who know how to deal with men."
"I see what you mean, honey. I think we are all rushing
you a bit. I'm sure in a year from now you'll feel right
at home in this sort of dress. Why don't we skip that one
for today. Go try on the pretty flowered one."
Just at that moment everyone's attention was diverted to a
man in a dark suit who had come to the entrance to the
fitting room and was calling for everyones attention.
"Hi, everyone. I'm Bob Dole, owner of the shop. All you
lovely young ladies please listen up. WKNT-TV news
anchorman Jim Morris will be here in a few moments to do a
promotional story about the mall. I've been told he wants
to include some film of girls shopping for spring dresses.
If you don't mind spending just a few minutes being
interviewed by him please stay where you are and he'll be
here shortly. You'll get to see yourselves on the 6
O'Clock news tonight!" At this point Jim Morris sauntered
into the room followed by a cameraman, a video cameraman
and other technicians. His face was familiar to everyone
since he appeared daily on the most popular news show. He
was taller in person than Blake and the girls had thought
from seeing him on TV. A little over 6 foot tall, with a
classically handsome face and broad shoulders.
Mr. Morris made his was slowly through the room
interviewing different girls. As he got closer and closer,
Blake felt his heart rising up in his throat. What was he
going to do if Mr. Morris interviewed him? "Mrs.
O'Connor, "what should I do?" he whispered.
"Go ahead Pamela, this is exciting, we'll wait for you!"
she whispered back.
After leaving a small group of girls with their mothers,
Jim Morris looked over at Blake and the girls and came over
with the videocameran who was filming the interviews. As
Mr. Morris approached, Blake and he exchanged glances and
Blake looked away blushing, but not before he saw that Mr.
Morris had sneaked a peak at his chest.
"My, oh my, what do we have here, but the prettiest 7 girls
in the entire state!" He introduced himself to each of
them individually. Mrs. O'Connor laughed at the illusion
to her being a girl.
"And you are the prettiest of all," he said directly to
Blake. "Thats quite an attractive dress you've got on
there. A man killer dress!" he joked giving a hearty
laugh."
"What's your name?"
Blake, feeling overwhelmed by panic, barely said, "Pamela"
in a tiny voice.
"Oh, Pamela. You can speak up, the TV audience can't touch
you!" Mr. Morris laughed good naturedly. "I like your
dress. Its a very pretty choice."
"Thank you."
"Do you shop here often?"
"Um, yes, I guess so."
"What other stores have you been to today?"
"We were shopping in Lord and Taylor."
"What did you buy?"
Blake started to feel embarrassed thinking about telling
what he had bought.
"Do you remember what else you bought?" Mr. Morris prodded
him.
"Yes. I bought some bras and panties."
"Bras and panties, how nice. And what else?"
Blake was getting nervous and said, "I also bought some
slips. Two black ones and two white ones. I couldn't find
a pink slip that I wanted. And I got some pantyhose also."
"No pink slip?" Mr. Morris laughed.
Blake wondered how he must have sounded to cause him to
laugh. The cameraman was smiling as well.
"No, I guess they don't sell pink slips here in the mall.
I'll have to go somewhere else to find one."
Blake thought of telling them about his wanting a girdle,
but decided that the same thing could happen as with Mrs.
Taylor.
"Its been very nice chatting with you, Pamela. You're a
lovely girl. And for being so nice, we're going to give
you some free gifts. Here is a boxed set of bath oil beads
and perfume for the young miss."
"Thank you!" Blake said, taking a box which was offered to
him.
"Just what every pretty young girl wants" Mr. Morris said.
"In a few minutes we're going to take some still shots for
the newspaper. I hope you'll stay around. Will you?"
Mrs. O'Connor said, "of course we will."
Mr. Morris walked away toward another group of girls and
Blake and the Club members and Mrs. O'Connor excitedly
discussed their luck in having Blake appear on TV. After a
few minutes, one of the technicians called for all the
girls trying on dresses to go over to one corner of the
room. Blake and about 10 girls who had been in the fitting
room gathered together in the corner. They stood around
nervously in their dresses as the technicians hurried
around arranging for the still pictures. From out of a
back room two men came carrying a sofa, which they placed
in the corner of the fitting room. Jim Morris sat down in
the middle of it and the photographer began arranging all
the girls around him. He placed two sisters in blue
dresses on either side of Mr. Morris, and then squeezed in
several others next to them. Blake was the last girl left,
and the man said, I want you to sit on Jim's lap. Is that
a problem for you honey? Blake, startled, said, "Oh, no, I
guess its OK."
"Good. We're looking for a little humor here. You see Jim
is buried in all these lovely young girls, and then there
is this doll like you on his lap. Go ahead and sit on him.
Remember to lift out your skirt and show off your
crinolines. And smile!"
Blake walked over to the sofa. Jim was smiling a broad
smile at him. "Come on young lady. This is going to be
beautiful!"
Blake held out his skirt and daintily planted his bottom
right on Jim's lap, sitting sideways with his back leaning
against him and his legs dangling off to the side over his
knees.
Mr. Morris put his left arm around Blake and held him
tight. The photographer and his assistants ran around
busily setting up some lights. In a low voice Jim
whispered in Blake's ear "You're a very pretty girl,
Pamela."
"Thank you, Mr. Morris."
Blake felt Mr. Morris's hand gently rub his back and trace
the outline of his bra. After a minute or two Mr. Morris
said, "Pamela."
"Yes, Mr. Morris?"
"What kind of panties are you wearing?"
Blake was startled and blushed. "Are you teasing me Mr.
Morris?"
"Yes, of course Pamela. I don't want you to be nervous."
Blake was thinking that that was a pretty strange remark
for Mr. Morris to make and that maybe it was very wrong.
"Pamela, I want you to reach under your skirt and tell me
what you find."
Blake didn't know what to make of this and took his right
hand which was nearest Mr. Morris and snaked it under his
skirt and crinolines, which was all bunched up against Mr.
Morris's chest. Suddenly he felt something warm and
realized that it was Mr. Morris's penis. He gasped, and
was about to remove his hand, when Mr. Morris caught his
arm, and while maintaining a big smile for everyone else to
see, whispered to Blake, "Pamela, please keep your hand
there. Won't you? Be a good girl and leave it there. You
want to be a good girl don't you?"
Blake in a panic didn't know what to do. He relaxed a
little and let his hand rest on what he clearly felt to be
a stiffening penis.
"That's a good girl now."
"Mr. Morris, why are you doing this to me?"
"Doing what honey? You're a very pretty girl, wearing an
absolutely sexy dress. What's a man to do?"
"I don't know, Mr. Morris. I didn't mean to give you that
kind of idea."
"You can grab a hold of it now, Pamela and squeeze it
gently. Go ahead."
Blake felt very scared and with everyone looking on at the
girls and Mr. Morris on the sofa, he didn't know what to
do.
"Go ahead, Pamela, please be a good girl."
Blake obeyed the order. "Aren't you afraid that everyone
will find out?"
"Pamela, you wouldn't say anything would you? It would be
very embarrassing for both of us."
Blake had his hand around Jim's penis, which had swelled
now and was poking up between his thighs near his panties.
He felt Jim's hips slightly move causing the penis to go up
and down in his hand.
"Mr. Morris! What are you doing?"
The cameraman was signaling that all was in order, and Mr.
Morris reached his hand under the skirts to put his penis
away. While he was doing this Blake suddenly felt Mr.
Morris grab his crotch and then just as suddenly recoil.
Mr. Morris opened his eyes wide and looked at Blake.
"Holy cow. What's going on here? Pamela? Is it
Pamela???"
"Please Mr. Morris don't say anything. I can explain."
Mr. Morris fell silent thinking, then said, "OK kid, don't
worry at all. It'll be fine, but I'll have to talk with
you in the managers office after this is done."
The lights were suddenly turned on and the cameraman took a
number of still shots. When he was done, he directed Blake
to get off Mr. Morris's lap. Blake rejoined the club
members with Mr. Morris close behind him.
"Marvelous pictures, Pamela. Everyone will love them."
Turning to Mrs. O'Connor he said, "You have such a lovely
daughter."
"Why thank you Mr. Morris."
"In fact, I would like to speak to her privately for a few
minutes, without all these technicians hounding us, to find
out a bit more about her and to see if she has any interest
in maybe doing some other promotional appearances. You
know TV is always looking for a fresh new face."
"Oh, how exciting Pamela!" Mrs. O'Connor said. "You all
go and chat and we'll take care of some errands and meet
you back here in a little while."
Blake was terrified to be alone with Mr. Morris but was
even more scared about suddenly being found out for
dressing up as a girl. The fear was evident on his face,
and Mrs. O'Connor asked him, "What's the matter honey?"
Mr. Morris smiled at Blake causing him to just say, "Oh,
I'm just very nervous about being on television."
"Nonsense, Pamela, come along with me. I want to tell you
about some plans we have that you might find very
interesting!"
Mr. Morris, with Blake trailing behind, walked to an office
on the other side of the dress shop.
"The manager said we could borrow this for awhile," Mr.
Morris said. He shut and locked the door behind them.
Blake, stared silently at Mr. Morris.
"Pamela, please don't be afraid of me. I didn't bring you
in here to harm you."
"Why have you brought me here? To really discuss my being
on TV?"
"Yes, maybe we'll eventually be able to arrange something
for you. It depends on a lot of things."
"But Mr. Morris, I can't believe that a nice man like you
could have done what you did. And especially in front of
all those people! I mean you are a famous person and if
they all found out - I mean if I told them what you were
doing to me."
"My dear Pamela, I just got carried away by your beauty.
Trust me, I've never done that before; and I'm certainly
not some sort of sick pedophile preying on young people.
God no! But what I am is really just a regular guy and
when I first saw you I must admit that I felt an enormous
pang of desire, almost a kind of love. I don't know
exactly what the magic is, but you have a special sort of
charisma. A sensuality, a sexuality that drives me mad.
Its partly the way you fit in that very pretty dress you're
wearing, your hair, your pretty arms and legs, your pink
lips and nails. A certain kind of grace and delicacy, a
feminine fragileness."
Mr. Morris walked over and held Blake close to him. Then
gently touched his breasts. "Judging by your chest I felt
you were not a child." Blake flinched a little at having
his breasts touched, but for some strange reason did not
make any move to tell Mr. Morris to stop. Without any
resistance, Mr. Morris began seriously fondling the
breasts. Blake felt the pleasure forming in his own
nipples.
After a moment he said, a bit dreamily. "Mr. Morris, I am
only in eighth grade, so it would be statutory rape. What
you did. Wouldn't it?"
"True enough, I suppose."
Mr. Morris stopped what he was doing and said, "Look
Pamela, you are a boy masquerading as a girl with the full
knowledge of your mother and those other friends of yours.
That says to me that you are living as dangerously as I was
when I had you fondle me. Do you have any idea how much
trouble your mom could get into if everyone found out,
besides your public humiliation and the fact that you could
never go back to school here? Your mother would most
likely be charged with aiding and abetting the delinquency
of a minor. At worst she may be sent to prison, at best
she would pay a very large fine."
Blake hadn't thought about any of this and was suddenly
very scared at the thought of anything happening to Mrs.
O'Connor on his account. He shuddered at the thought of
his parents finding out about him.
"OK, Mr. Morris. I won't say anything about what happened
- so maybe we should just go our own separate ways."
"I would be inclined to agree with you about that, except
for the fact that this is a wonderful opportunity for us
right now."
"What do you mean?"
"Pamela, when you get to my age, you have to start thinking
about grasping the opportunities that come along in life
and not letting them slip by."
Blake thought about this for a second and it dawned on him
what Mr. Morris might be getting at, "You mean you want me
to touch your penis again?"
"Yes my dear, you are almost right, but I think that there
is something better we could do for each other than just
that. Something which would sort of help you become more
like a true girl - since I know that you really do want to
become one - yet at the same time make me feel really
really good and close to you."
"What are you talking about, Mr. Morris?" Blake said
feeling very confused.
"OK, let me be blunt. What I want you to do is to get down
on your knees in front of me, unzip my fly, take out my
penis and suck on it until it cums in your mouth."
Blake was astonished at the request. "You must be joking!"
"Why do you say that? Look, Pamela, I meant what I said.
If you can't do it than you are not at all serious about
being a girl and you might as well get out of that dress
this instant. If you are serious, then this will be a
great experience for you. You can think to yourself that
you got the chance to give a blowjob to the famous TV
anchorman Jim Morris, WKNT-TV. "
The emotions surging through Blake were so intense that he
began to cry. "I don't know what to do, Mr. Morris," he
managed to say after a minute of sobbing.
"Now, now my dear. It is not such an awful thing. I don't
have any diseases. If you are going to go around dressed
as a sexy young woman - then you really have to expect to
be treated like the sexy girl you are. I realize that this
is sort of being forced on you, but it is nothing that any
normal red-blooded American girl might not be doing to her
boy friend. Now dry your tears and just try it a few
minutes. If you can't get into it we'll just stop the
whole thing. OK?"
Blake thought it all over and realized that what Mr. Morris
was saying did make a certain amount of sense. He could
imagine Karen or Amy doing it to Billy or Mark. After all,
Amy had not thought it that terrible to hold Billy's penis
the night they were at the dance. Blake slowly and
delicately got down on his knees in front of Mr. Morris.
"OK, Mr. Morris, I'll try and see if I can do it."
"First thing you do is undo my buckle and unzip my
trousers."
Blake struggled with the large brass buckle until it was
undone. With his fingers tipped with pink nail polish he
undid the button and then unzipped the fly.
"Pull down my trousers now."
Blake took a hold of them around the waist and pulled them
down. Once clear of his shirt tails they fell to the
ground landing partly on top of Blakes skirt which was
bunched around Mr. Morris's ankles. He looked straight
ahead at the bulge in Mr. Morris's underwear. He felt
tremendous fear of what was behind there, but an enormous
fascination as well; the same feelings he had had at
watching a horror movie one time: very scared but too
caught up in curiosity to leave.
"OK, Pamela, you're doing a really good job so far. Now
reach inside my underpants and pull it out."
Placing a hand on the waistband, Blake gingerly reached in
until he had his hand around the now swelling member and
then pulled it out slowly.
"The balls also, Pamela, get out my balls with it."
The penis, which was dangling over the elastic of the
underwear stared straight out at Blake's face only inches
away. He put his hand back into the underpants and found
the balls and lifted them gently up and over the elastic so
Mr. Morris's entire genitals were dangling out. He was
clearly, "well hung" as Blake had heard people say.
He tried to imagine that he was Amy or Karen and was in
control of the situation. It took some effort, though,
since the reality of this large swelling masculine organ
just inches from his face was very different than just
imagining it in a fantasy. He noticed that it had a slight
scent, unlike any that he could remember. Some sort of
male essence he thought to himself. There was a small drop
of glistening dew at the end. He saw that the penis was a
variety of reddish and flesh colored tones. The glans at
the top was a darker red. Brownish black pubic hair
covered the balls which dangled below. They looked much
larger than he imagined they would.
"Now you put it in your mouth and suck on it. I shouldn't
have to tell you how to do that. Girls are supposed to
know how. Try different things until you make me feel
really good."
Blake had the strangest sensation of feeling overwhelmingly
feminine. It felt like his breasts were growing in his
bra, straining to be more womanly. He felt a sense of
pride in the prettiness of his dress and crinolines spread
out around Mr. Morris's feet.
The large red member was arching out in front of him. He
lightly rested his hands on Mr. Morris's thighs. They were
like stones he noted, muscles rock hard and rippling.
"Come on my sweet Pamela. I know you want to suck it."
Blake sighed a little sigh - part in resignation and part
in some sort of desire to be a girl. He slowly leaned
forward until his lips just touched the end of the penis.
His tongue went out slightly and he felt the hot dew drop
and noted it had a slightly sweet taste.
He opened his lips wider and slowly moved in to take the
penis. It was wider and thicker than he had thought it
would be and it forced him to open his mouth wider. He
felt the hot hard-soft texture of the penis's skin as it
slowly moved over his lips and tongue toward the back of
his throat.
"Your teeth, honey! Watch your teeth!" Mr. Morris said
and Blake opened wider lifting his teeth away from the
object now increasingly lodged in his mouth. He used his
tongue to rub on the underside of the big phallus. He
tried to use the back part of his tongue to squeeze and
caress the glans. He felt the penis suddenly jerk hard and
straighten further into his mouth, causing his head to push
up with the force. He inched his hands around to the back
of Mr. Morris's thighs to get better control of his sucking
motions. He slowly slid the penis out and then back in
again.
"Oh God, Pamela, you've got such a gentle touch. I can't
tell you how nice it feels."
Taking the penis out of his mouth, Blake said coyly, "Mr.
Morris, is this how you want me to suck it?" He didn't
know where the words were coming from; some part of his
soul that was taken over by Pamela.
Blake looked up to see Mr. Morris's face. He was looking
down out him. "Yes, honey that's how I want you to do it!"
He put the penis back in his mouth and then slid his head
back, revealing the couple of inches of Mr. Morris's long
member that had just been in his mouth. Talking with the
penis in his mouth he partly mumbled, "I don't think I want
to do this any more," and then looked up again at Mr.
Morris. He saw a flash of panic cross Mr. Morris's face.
"No, no, honey you've got to continue! Please, please!"
"Well I don't know," Blake said as he resumed very slowly
taking the penis back into his mouth again and then slowly
letting it out. Mr. Morris jumped slightly by the pleasure
forcing the penis into Blake's mouth to the point where he
could begin to feel himself gagging.
He thought, "I never realized how big a man's penis can be,
or how hard." Mr. Morris's member was so rigid it seemed
like a steel rod. Blake brought his head out then back
along the shaft, with his tongue running around it as much
as he could. He took his left hand and gently held the
part of the shaft which couldn't fit into his mouth. Mr.
Morris did another little leap at this and moaned slightly.
Blake lightly stroked the underpart of the member with his
left thumb, and as the member came out he ran his thumb all
the way up it to the tip. This generated another sharp
reaction from Mr. Morris.
"Oh, baby you're special," He said.
Blake took his right hand and gently started to fondle Mr.
Morris's balls. He cupped them and released them and ran
his fingers around and through them. Mr. Morris moved his
body rhythmically back and forth, forcing his penis to now
glide gently in and out of Blakes mouth. The more excited
Mr. Morris became the more force he used to push into
Blakes face. With each increasing thrust Blake felt the
penis go further back into his throat. He struggled to
accommodate it. He made sure his lips were moist and
caressed every little feature of the penis as it went in
and out. Looking down with his eyes he watched the pattern
of bulging blue veins and some reddish dots move in front
of him. He could see Mr. Morris's tight stomach muscles
straining in a pattern of ripples, with some shaggy
blackish hair running up towards his belly button. He
imagined Amy and Karen were there with him holding his
hands as he sucked on the penis, telling him he was doing a
great job and that Mr. Morris was so luckly to have him
doing it. He even imagined that they were jealous of him
and were begging for him to give them a chance to suck on
it. Amy was saying, "Oh Pamela please give me a turn. Its
bigger and harder and longer and prettier than any one I've
ever seen before. And Mr. Morris is so handsome and strong
and his muscles are all rippling and I just want to get a
piece of him, make him feel good. Please, Pam, please give
me a chance!"
His mouth was starting to hurt, and he felt a confusion in
his panties. Did he have to pee very badly or was his
penis aroused also? He imagined Amy and Karen sucking
excitedly on Billy's penis. He looked up plaintively and
saw Jim staring down at him with rapture. "Oh baby you're
good," Mr. Morris said. From out of somewhere he suddenly
felt tremendously excited that he had the power to make a
man feel such pleasure.
Mr. Morris looked away and his hips moved faster pulling
and pushing his member into and out of Blakes mouth. Blake
had to grasp the penis with two hands to make sure it
stayed on its course. It moved faster still and suddenly
Mr. Morris grasped the back of Blakes head, forcing the
penis deeper into him than it had been. Blake felt a huge
swelling surge in the penis, an arching, a rigid
lengthening and then a small hot spurt of precum shooting
back into his throat followed by a huge suffocating hot
puddle of thick viscous cum jetting into his mouth in
spurts. He couldn't breathe and he struggled futilely for
some air, held in the tight iron grasp of Mr. Morris. A
series of powerful after shocks came and more and more of
the hot semen poured into his mouth. He was desperate for
a breath but couldn't budge against Mr. Morris's grip.
Finally, after the last spasm, Mr. Morris lightened his
grip and Blake, in a panic, was able to just open the side
of his mouth enough to get a bit of air. His entire mouth
was filled with cum and he didn't know what to do with it.
Coming out of his trance, Mr. Morris looked down at Blake
and saw his bulging mouth and said, "You can swallow it
honey, its good for you."
Seeing no alternative, Blake then proceeded to swallow it
in several gulps. It had a taste unlike anything he had
ever known before. Like chlorinated water he thought. A
taste that only girls know about.
Mr. Morris reached down and took Blakes arms and helped him
up. Blake smoothed his dress and reached under it to
arrange his crinolines and pantyhose. Mr. Morris reached
under the skirt to Blakes pantyhose and felt around. "I
see by your big boner this couldn't have been all bad for
you."
Blake burst uncontrollably into tears and Mr. Morris said,
"honey, what did I say? What's the matter?"
Between sobs Blake said, "I'm not like other girls, I'm not
like Karen or Amy, I have that big clitoris. It's always
in the way!"
He was surprised at what he was saying, but it seemed to
just pour out of him as the truth of what he felt. "And
the other girls have big breasts and mine are so small and
they're not even real." He was still crying in fits. "And
my hips are too narrow. I'll probably never need to wear a
girdle."
"Slow down, Pamela, I didn't mean to upset you. You are a
very lovely girl Pamela. It was dumb of me to say what I
did. I'm sorry, truly sorry. Just stop crying."
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