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The  Girls-Only  Club

                                                            by Pamela

1. Chapter



At lunchtime recess one day in late spring, Blake casually strolled to
a large
garden of rose bushes planted on the far side of the school yard.  The
other
eighth grade boys normally never went there:  rather they hung out
near the
school building playing ball games or else huddled together in noisy
groups
teasing each other and roughhousing as boys are wont to do.  Normally
Blake
would be with them, but this day he was tired of the nasty putdowns
and teasing
from the other boys.  This had become a problem lately; ever since Mr.
Grady
the science teacher had pointed out to the whole class how well Blake
had done
on his science fair project.  In fact, Blake had been a state runnerup
that
year.  Some of the rougher boys in the class had taken to threatening
and
taunting him, calling him a `snob' and a `nerd'.  It felt like a good
idea to
cool things with the guys for a while, so he had decided to walk over
to the
opposite side of the school yard away from everyone else.

Finding the rose bushes had been somewhat of an accident, but he found
himself
attracted to them and had walked over to inspect them closely.  He was
amazed
at the many different colors of the flowers and the strong smells.  He
leaned
over at one flower on each one of the different varieties of roses and
sniffed
deeply.  The scents were so intoxicating that he was startled back to
conciousness by the sudden sound of Clifford yelling at him:  ``Look
at the
sissy boy smelling the flowers!  What a little girl!"

At this, Blake noticed that the whole group of boys he normally hung
out with
were grouped around him laughing at him and making other nasty
comments.  He
blushed deeply and tried to say he just liked the smell of the roses,
but the
guys were really into ragging on him, and the more he said the more
they teased
him.  Blake felt tears welling up in his eyes and he did the best he
could to
supress them from becoming visible.  Unfortunately Clifford and
another
particularly tough guy, Roy, saw the gleam in his eyes and started to
then also
call him a cry baby.  Roy began shoving Blake, which Blake couldn't do
anything
about since Roy could easily beat him up if he gave him an excuse to
do so.

While this was going on, a group of 5 of the girls in their class came
up to
the boys and started yelling at Roy and Clifford and the other boys to
leave
poor Blake alone.  Karen, who was widely acknowledge to be the
prettiest girl
in the eighth grade, scolded the boys.  ``We saw everything.  You boys
are just
awful and viscious.  All Blake did was admire the beautiful pretty
roses which
if you had any brains or maturity like he does, then you would enjoy
them too."
At this the girls surrounded Blake and began sniffing the roses also.

While some of the boys were silenced by Karen, since they all at one
time or
another had fantasized about dating her, Clifford continued on now
saying,
``Just like I said, Blake is one of the girls now.  What a cute little
fairy
sissy boy.  I bet tomorrow he comes to school in a dress." The boys
fell down
laughing at this one and Blake was so angry and upset he didn't know
what to
do.  He was afraid to leave the girls since as long as Karen was there
he felt
safe.  Yet as long as he let the girls protect him he was inviting
many more
days of teasing from the guys.

One of the other girls, Amy, spoke up loudly, ``Clifford and Roy and
the rest
of you are just so impossible.  Just leave Blake alone.  Before any of
you dare
to touch him, you will have to contend with me first." At this, Amy
bared her
long sharp nails, as if daring anyone to come forward and attack.  Amy
was a
bit tall as a girl, but very athletic with a trim lithe body and a
full set of
rounded breasts which were shown off by a tight fitting tee shirt.

Blake winced at this, since it was now clear he didn't have the
courage to do
what the girls could do.  Amy, who was just the same height as him and
perhaps
a bit lighter was not afraid to stand up and defend him.

Luckily, just at that moment the bell sounded signaling the end of
recess and
the boys turned to go away.  However, Clifford got the last word
saying:
``after school Blake you won't have your other girls to protect you."
Blake
gulped in fear as he walked slowly back to the school building
surrounded by
the five girls.  Once the boys were out of earshot, Karen said to
Kathy and
Janet who were next to her, ``we have to do something to protect Blake
this
afternoon.  We can't let those dumb boys beat him up, for such a
stupid
reason."

Kathy and the other girls all agreed.  Kathy then said, ``well why not
have
Blake go with us after school today.  We were all planning to get
together at
my house anyway for our weekly meeting."

``Well, I guess he could come for at least a little time, until our
meeting
starts," added Karen.

Blake had overheard this exchange and said, ``That's very kind of you,
but what
meeting are you referring to.  I dont want to intrude."

``Today is our meeting of the `Girls-Only Club," Karen said, ``which
is a name
we give to the five of us.  We meet each week at Kathy's house to talk
about
all kinds of things:  some girl things but also music and art, you
know.

``Oh, then I really am out of place there."

``Don't worry.  The meeting usually doesn't start until 4 o'clock.  By
then you
could safely go home."

``I can't thank you all enough!" Blake exlclaimed.  But then added,
``but how
can you stand me, if you are not afraid of the guys and I am.  I mean,
Amy
wasn't afraid to fight Clifford or Roy and I was."

At this a new burst of tears started from his eyes.  Karen and the
other girls
stopped a minute and surrounded Blake, patting him gently on the
shoulders.
``Now listen, Blake," Kathy said, ``we think its OK if some boys are
not as
strong as some girls.  You have other talents which are nice, and we
accept you
for that."

Hearing this comforted Blake tremendously and he suddenly felt excited
about
the chance to play a little with such nice girls after school.  He
really
believed that they would protect him without also looking down on him
and that
was what mattered most.  When he reached the building, he excitedly
ran ahead
to the classroom.  The boys wouldn't dare start a fight near one of
the
teachers.  He couldn't believe how nice the girls were, and that Karen
and the
other girls, Kathy, Janet, Amy and Penny, who were also among the
prettiest in
the whole school, would take the time to be nice to him.  He had
always thought
the girls more mature than the guys, and this was a good lesson on how
true
that was.

                      *******************************

At the end of the school day, as Blake foresaw, the guys had assembled
across
the street from the school entrance to await his exit.  But the girls
had also
held to their promise to protect him, so after a brief scene in which
he was
teased anew by Clifford and Roy, and even some of the smaller kids
pushed him a
little, the guys left to go play baseball.  The guys could have gotten
him if
they really wanted, but they didn't want to do something to get on the
bad side
of Karen, Kathy and the other girls.  In fact, most of the guys would
have
liked nothing better than to go steady with anyone of the five girls;
each
being cute and pretty in their own way.  One of the main topics of
conversation
of the guys had always been to try to figure out ways for one of them
to get a
date with one of the girls so that they could `feel her up.'  In fact,
there
had been some dating, and some claims that they had gotten sex off of
the
girls, but most of the guys just assumed that this was fantasy.

The five girls walked along toward Kathy's house with Blake trailing
behind.
They talked rapidly and excitedly about all kinds of things that Blake
didn't
know much about:  who other girls were dating, some new songs they
just heard
on the radio, things going on at the mall and so forth.  He felt more
and more
out of place, and finally said to them:  ``look, the guys have all
gone away to
play ball, maybe I should just go home since I am sure I can get there
safely
now."

Kathy spoke up immediately and said, ``we won't hear of that.  The
boys could
be lurking anywhere to gang up on you.  In fact, look down the street
there."
She pointed up the block behind them, and Blake could see a couple of
boys
standing looking toward their direction.  ``I think they are spying on
us.  You
come along with us to Kathy's house like we planned, and we'll send
you on home
at 4."

It looked like Kathy was right, so Blake agreed to the plan, and
contented
himself to walk along behind the girls as they went the remaining few
blocks to
Kathy's house.

When they arrived there, Mrs.  O'Connor, Kathy's mom, had cookies and
milk
waiting for the girls on the kitchen table.  She was surprised to see
Blake,
but after hearing what had happened with the boys, she commended the
girls on
their good deed, and made Blake feel very much welcome in the house.
She
poured him a glass of milk also, and offered him some cookies.  When
the girls
and Blake were done eating they went upstairs to Kathy's large bedroom
suite.
Blake was impressed by the lovely feminine decor which included two
love seats,
a sofa, a large bed with a white and pink bedspread, light blue wall
paper with
little pink flowers.  On one wall was a large color photograph of some
unbelievably muscular body builder posed with his huge biceps sticking
out.  He
wore just a little speedo bathing suit which barely hid what appeared
to be a
huge member inside.  Apart from this, there were no other bows to the
popular
culture.

Two of the girls sat down on the sofa, two on one of the love seats
and Kathy
on the other.  This left Blake standing awkwardly until Kathy told him
to not
be shy and sit down next to her.  Kathy had on a flairing light blue
skirt
which spread out a bit on the seat so that when Blake sat down it was
gently
touching his pants leg.  The girls were smiling and quite excited with
their
feeling of accomplishment for how they had handled the events of the
afternoon.

``I can't believe how dumb those stupid boys are," said Penny.  She
was the
quietest of the girls, and known in the classroom for being very
smart.  ``What
are they trying to prove by picking on someone who they obviously
could beat
up.  Clifford or Roy ought to fight each other, then that would be a
contest.
I have always enjoyed your contributions in class Blake.  You should
be very
proud of your accomplishments and certainly you should enjoy the roses
anytime
you want!"

The girls laughed at this and Amy said, ``Look Penny you made Blake
blush!"

Blake hid his face in his hands while laughing and then everyone
laughed anew
very hard.

Karen finally said, ``As we have discussed many times together, the
boys have
only one thing on their stupid minds which seems to be to try and feel
us up or
go even further!  Never anything about our personalities or thoughts
in our
heads.  The only exception, Blake, has been you!  In fact, at last
week's
meeting we had been talking about how we wish all the boys could be
like you."

Blake felt a deep joy in his heart.  No matter what, whether he was to
wake up
tommorrow and find that this was all a dream, at least for just this
one
precious afternoon, he felt like he belonged.  He said, after some
hesitation,
``I really like you girls, and I am so happy that I got to play with
you
today."

At this, Karen got up and walked over and gave Blake a kiss on the
cheek.  She
kneeled down in front of him and put her hands on his shoulders and
looked into
his eyes and said.  ``Blake, we really like you too, and we hope that
you will
play with us many times more.  From now on, let us never think again
about
those ugly boys out there and let us all just have fun togther now!"

All the girls shouted their agreement, and then they all began talking
together
about different things.  They enjoyed hearing Blake's thoughts about
many
topics, such as opera, of which he was a big fan and especially
ballet.  When
he was older he planned to take lessons, but not now, since his mom
and dad
couldn't really afford it and he wasn't too sure that they would
accept it
either.  He wasn't gay!  but he thought that they wouldn't understand
his love
for the beautiful graceful motions of the dancers and wanting to do it
himself.

                       ******************************

It was approaching 4 0'clock and the girls were talking about the
upcoming
wedding of Kathy's sister, Beth.  In fact, Beth was engaged to the
hunk whose
picture hung on the wall, which thus explained the incongruity of this
photo
with the other decor.  The girls in the club were to be bridemaids at
the
wedding and the past weekend they had gone to a shop to be fitted for
their
gowns.  Kathy was very excited because her gown had been the first to
be
finished and her mom had brought it home the previous afternoon. Janet
and Amy
together said, ``Oh, Kathy show it to us!"

Kathy got up to go to her mothers room to get the dress to show the
girls.
While she was gone, Blake started to feel like he was intruding again.
After
all, the wedding concerned just the girls.  Being very concious of the
time,
and thinking that they might be too polite to tell him to leave, he
said,
``Well I guess it is 4 and I don't want to get in the way of your
meeting." The
girls appeared to have not heard him, and he was just about to repeat
this when
when just that second, Kathy came running back in the room carryling a
large
box.  She put it down on her bed, and opened it up taking out a
beautiful
ruffly pink and white dress, covered with little pink lace flowers and
a wide
white skirt, underneath which was many layers of soft pink crinolines.
Totally
taken by surprise, Blake let out an audible gasp of excitement, and
then before
he knew what he was saying said, ``How wonderfully pretty and exciting
your
dress is Kathy!  Oh its just marvelous, I can't believe how pretty and
gorgeous
it is!  Oh God, I just love it!  I think it is just so nice and you
are so
lucky to get to wear it!"

Kathy beamed at Blake, and the other girls fell silent and took in the
moment.
Once again Blake was blushing as he realized how excited he had become
over a
dress.  Oh, oh, he thought, boys should not be so taken in by dresses,
and they
are going to think I am a sissy.  Feeling embarassed, he quickly stood
up and
began walking to the door.  ``Its just now 4 O'clock, and I really
ought to be
going so you girls can get on with your meeting."

Janet said, ``Blake!  It's OK to like the dress!  We all do, too!  You
should
have seen us at the store, we all fell instantly in love with it, just
like you
did!  Please don't be embarassed, and pleae sit down and stay a bit
longer."

Blake didn't know what to do and so he carefully retook his seat on
the sofa.

Karen said, ``I think Blake is right.  It is about time we started our
club
meeting.  However, as president of the Girls-Only Club I know I am
speaking on
behalf of everyone, when I say that we need to do some serious
thinking about
how we can fit you into the club also!" All the girls loudly clapped
their
hands in agreement and Blake was taken by surprise.

``Of course you realize that the ``Girls-Only Club" is, as its name
implies,
for girls only.  We set up the club this way mainly because we really
couldn't
stand the immaturity of boys, who can never talk intelligently about
any
subject, and only care about our bodies.  You, on the other hand, are
so
different, that we can really see that it would be a great benefit to
the club
to have you as a member.  The discussions at our meetings would be
ever so much
more interesting!  Unfortunately, however, rules are rules, and the
charter of
our club strictly requires that only girls can be in the club.
However, I
would like you to answer just one question for us right now."

Blake nodded in agreement, ''Sure."

``Pretending that we didn't have the girls-only rule, would you want
to join
the club?" Karen said slowly.

Without hesitation, Blake said, ``Oh, would I! It would be the most
wonderful
thing that could happen to me!"

Upon hearing this, the girls whispered among themselves for a second
and
finally Amy said, ``We would like to discuss some things amongst us
club
members.  Could you wait downstairs, until we call for you?  It
shouldn't be
more than 15 minutes or so.  Maybe we can find some sort of way to
make us all
happy!"

Blake agreed, and feeling truly elated walked out of the room closing
the door
behind him.  He couldn't imagine what the girls would be discussing,
but he
hoped more that he had thought possible to be given the chance to join
the
club.

                   **************************************

Blake nervously walked downstairs to sit in the living room while
awaiting the
girls.  He never would have imagined when this day began that he would
be a
guest in Kathy O'Connors house and playing with the most attractive
group of
girls in the school.

When he got downstairs he walked into the living room and found Mrs.
O'Connor
sitting there.  She greeted him warmly and said, ``On your way home
now?  Do
you think it will be safe?  I could drive you if you are afraid."

Blake shyly said, ``Oh, no maam, I think I can get home OK. But
actually, I'm
not yet leaving.  The girls are upstairs having some discussion and
when they
are done, I can go up again."

Mrs.  O"commor put on a puzzled expression.  Blake observed that she
was a
strikingly attractive women.  About 45 with long blonde hair.  She was
wearing
a simple A-Line dress which gracefully reflected her curves.  As she
sat in the
chair with her legs crossed, he saw that she was wearing stockings and
high
heeled shoes.  She said, ``well why don't you sit down and chat with
me until
the girls are ready?  Come sit over here." She indicated a spot near
her on the
sofa.  As he sat down, Blake noted the gentle fragance of her perfume
and felt
somewhat overwhelmed by the intensity of her womanly presence.  ``So
what is it
the girls are discussing without you?"

``Something to do with maybe allowing me into their club."

``Oh thats strange, I thought they called it the `Girls-Only Club'?"

``Yes, that is the problem they are working on." Blake realized that
this
sounded awkward but didn't know what else to say.

``Well?  Mrs.  Oconnor asked showing genuine curiosity.

``Oh, you mean why would a boy want to join?", Blake suddenly felt
very
embarassed, and started to stammer, ``I,I,I,I,I, " and couldn't find
any words.

Mrs.  Oconnor, smiled at him, ``Those girls are quite a group!"

Blake felt inadequate and confused.  What did Mrs.  OConnor mean by
this
remark?

Luckily, just then the phone rang and Mrs.  O'Connor got up to answer
it.  She
came back after a few minutes and said, ``It was the florist for
Beth's
wedding.  Endless details and problems.  But well worth it I guess,
since Beth
is so happy."

Blake said, ``Oh, I saw the picture of her boyfriend in Kathy's room"

``Oh that funny thing.  Isn't it silly of him to be posed like Arnold
Swartzenneger.  Those muscles are something else, aren't they!"

Blake looked down at his lap and tried to smile.  His arms were thin
and
graceful, with barely any bulge if he flexed them.  He told himself he
would
have to get a weight set and see if he could develop some muscles like
Brad
had.

Mrs.  O'Connor seemed to read what was on his mind.  ``Not all girls
like those
big bulging muscles on a guy.  But you know that Beth, being a beauty
queen and
even winning some pagents over the years, she fits in well with a
ruggedly
handsome man.  They make such a beautiful couple together." She
reached over
and took a framed picture off a table and handed it to Blake to see.
In it was
a color picture of Beth and Brad at the beach.  Brad in his little
speedo was
standing holding up a surf board on one side, while on the other was
an
extraordinarily voluptuous women in a tiny little pink bikini, holding
onto to
Brad.  Her huge shapely breasts were barely contained in the bra top.

Blake said, ``Wow, is she beautiful." And after a moment, ``I mean
just like
you and Karen."

Mrs.  O'Connor laughed at this, saying, ``Why thank you.  I guess all
the
ladies in our family are nice looking.  It is so kind of you to say
that I
still have attractions."

Blake found himself blushing once again.

``Here, let me give you a little kiss for being so nice.  Come
closer."

Mrs.  O'Connor indicated that he should slide right next to her on the
sofa so
she could give him a kiss.  He slowly moved closer and she put her arm
around
him and drew him up to her body.  She looked a second in his eyes and
then gave
him a little kiss on the cheek.  Blake felt his chest against her
breasts and
his arm touching her dress.  He couldn't believe how happy he felt.
When she
released him, he was sitting very tightly against her and felt the
warmth of
her body.

``You are such a dear.  Such a fine young man and I am glad that Kathy
has
found you as a new friend."

She sat there looking a bit wistfull.  After a long pause in which
Blake felt
close to tears of happiness, she said, ``Having two daughters, I
always wished
to have had a son.  A son who would be genteel and kind.  like you
are.  You
know, before my husband died suddenly on the plane crash, we had
talked about
having another child, mainly to see what a boy would be like."

``I didn't know Kathy's dad had died.  I am sorry."

``It was many years ago now.  I'm sorry to have brought up the
subject.  Now
let me tell you about the big wedding!"

``When is it?" Blake asked.

``It's three weeks from this Saturday.  There will be about 200 guests
and it
will be held at the old Episcopal church on Main Street.  The wedding
party is
at the country club.  We have 6 brides maids:  the Girls-Only Club
members plus
Brad's young cousin from Minneapolis."

``Wow.  It sounds great."

``Yes, everyone is going to look splendid.  Beth bought the most
exquisite gown
and all the brides maids have very pretty dresses."

``Yes I saw one upstairs."

``Oh, yes Karthyand the girls are very excited about wearing the
dresses
together.  It was so much silly fun and confusion down at the dress
shop buying
them."

Blake and Mrs.  O'Connor turned their heads when they heard the foot
steps of
Kathy coming down the stairs.  She came into the living room and said,
``Well
you two look really comfy.  I'm glad you have become friends, because
I am
hoping that we will be seeing a lot of Blake!  Anyway, Mom, can we
borrow him
for a moment since the club has some important business to discuss
with him!

``Blake, I do hope to see you again.  Now run along and take care of
this
mysterious business with the girls!"

Blake thanked Mrs.  O'Connor profusely for their chat and went with
Karen up
the stairs to her room.

                          ***********************

When he entered Kathy's bedroom the girls had left a seat for him on
the
central loveseat so that he was in the middle of them.  In contrast to
before,
the girls were not smiling.  Blake felt a burning in his heart and
some
trepedation as to what they might say.  After he sat down, Karen, who
was
seated next to him began to speak.

``Blake.  The Girls-Only Club has had a very serious discussion about
the
question of your membership in the club.  First, I am happy to report
that
there was a unanimous vote in favor of looking into the possiblity of
you
joining the club.  We then discussed how we could justify offering you
full
membership in view of the fact that you are a boy.  We realized that
if we were
to take the drastic step of allowing a boy into the club, then the
whole point
and purpose of the club would be ruined.  Furthermore, we strongly
believe that
a boy being in the club would be at a serious disadvantage compared to
the
other members.  For example, in participating in our girl type
activities,
conversations and so forth.  Even more, a boy would be separate and
isolated in
some sense from the rest of us, and would not be able to feel totally
a part of
the club.  Thus, we rejected the idea of a boy being in the club."

Hearing this, Blake's heart sagged, and his face showed that he was
near to
tears.  Seeing this, Karen quickly went on.

``However, we realized that a way around our problem is to consider
more
carefully what we mean by the word `girl' appearing in the club name.
In fact,
we all agreed that we have some freedom to make up our own definition
of
`girl'.  Specifically, we have decided that as far as the charter of
our club
is concerned, a `girl' is someone who looks, acts and dresses like a
girl.  All
that business about X and Y chromosomes is irrelevant in our opinion.
Thus, we
are able to accept into our Girls-Only Club anyone who meets this
definition of
`girl'."

Blake was stunned.  It was a million miles from what he had expected
to hear
from the girls, and it took him some moments to grope towards a
reaction.  ``I,
I don't know what to say.  I guess I am not sure that you are serious,
like
maybe you're trying to tease me."

He was starting to feel just awful and a wave of humiliation began
coming over
him when Kathy spoke up.  ``Oh my God!  We were afraid that you might
feel hurt
by what we decided, but please, please don't take it that way!  You
see we are
really serious about there being no limitations to our feeling close
to you.
We have to all behave and dress and feel like girls if we are to
achieve this.
As long as you are dressed like a boy, and look like a boy, then the
gulf is
just too great between us."

``Blake, please understand," Amy joined in.  ``We are not thinking
like we will
see you as a sissy boy or something.  Not at all.  Instead we will be
able to
get even closer to you and see you as a very very special friend who
is even
willing to pretend to be a girl just to be a part of our club."

``It seems to us that after a short period of adjustment you will fit
in
perfectly in the club as a girl.  We have already seen earlier how
truly
feminine your feelings are, like when you said how lucky a girl would
be to
wear a pretty dress.  This tells us so much about how you feel:  it
says to us
that you know all about being a girl.  That special wonderful feeling
of being
pretty and being surrounded by pretty things."

The more the girls talked this way and the more they resassured him
the more
Blake started to think about the reality of doing this.  Finally, he
said,
``But how would I get clothes to wear, and I dont know anything at all
about
girls things, and what about my mom and dad if they found out.  And
what about
going to school like a girl, and the guys finding out, and will I look
like a
boy dressed as a girl?"

``These are all really important questions, and we thought about how
to answer
some of them while we had our discussion," Kathy said, ``Basically, we
will
have to make some compromises, like you would not have to dress like a
girl at
school or during other times when it wasnt possible.  We would also be
able to
spend some time teaching you about being a girl.  It would be fun for
all of
us."

``And as far as passing as a girl, don't you worry!  We can make you
look
perfect.  You all ready have feminine features, such as your pretty
arms and
graceful legs.  With some make up and a wig we are sure your face will
be that
of a very pretty girl."

All the girls now chimed in their encouragement to Blake.  Kathy
snuggled close
to him on one side and Karen came over and sat next to him on the
other,
putting her arm around him.  Then Penny, Amy and Janet came and
kneeled down in
front of him and also snuggled in tightly to him and gently stroked
his sides
and chest with their hands.  Thus surrounded by all five girls, Blake
began to
cry, partly out of joy, but partly out of fear for what he would be
doing.
Penny gave him her lace hanky and Blake took it to wipe his eyes and
blow his
nose.  When he felt enough under control he said ``I think I know what
you are
getting at.  I don't want to be separate from you in anyway.  Just as
long as
you promise me you'll never make fun of me."

``Oh, Blake, how could you ever think that!  Then you agree to our
conditions
and you will become a member?"

``Yes."

Hearing this, the girls all let out a cheer, and said that the
Girls-Only Club
is now the six of us, and will be from now on.

Kathy then said, ``it is getting late today so we really don't have
time to set
up a way for you to dress up right now.  Let's start that at our next
meeting
which is one week from today.  But for right now, I thought that you
could try
on my bridesmaid dress, so you will see just how wonderful it feels to
be
pretty!  Then you will have all week to know exactly what it is you
are getting
yourself into!  Okay?"

Blake thought about it a second and then hesitantly nodded his
agreement.

Janet then said, ``Blake, we realize that this is a sudden shock to
you, and I
am sure you'll get more comfortable as times go on, but I think you
have to
make an effort to forget your boys side while you are with us, and
just become
a girl exactly like one of us."

``Yes," added Amy, ``just feel completely free to be a girl and do and
think
girls things, and then I am sure we'll all be so happy together."

``I'm sorry," Blake said, ``I will do my best to try and learn to be a
girl and
fit in with the rest of you."

``That's all we can hope for," said Janet.

``Now, I guess I really do want to wear the dress for a bit, to see
how it
feels like.  It is my favorite style." Blake got up and walked over to
the
dress and picked it up.  He ran his hand delicately over the pretty
flowers on
it and examined the soft crinolines.  His heart was racing so hard he
thought
he might faint.  The dress was intoxicatingly beautiful and he ached
to try it
on.  He said to the girls, ``I think I'll feel like a princess wearing
it!" He
then held it up to himself and twirled around once as if he were
dancing.  The
girls laughed and Janet said, ``that's exactly what we were all doing
at the
dress shop last week.  Its too bad you weren't there, and that you
won't be
able to be a bridesmaid like the rest of us.  Then the whole club
could be
together at the wedding!"

Kathy said, ``Yes that is too bad.  But for now Blake we can let you
be a
bridesmaid for a few minutes.  Why don't you now take off all your boy
clothes." Seeing that Blake suddenly looked scared, she said, ``now
what is
there to be frightened of?  We're all girls here and girls can
certainly all
get undressed together.  Now take off your pants and underpants and
your shirt
like a good girl."

Blake did as she directed.  Kathy meanwhile appeared saying, ``here
Karen I
found a pair of my old panties which Blake can have to wear today.  He
can also
keep them as a start on his new clothing collection."

Blake took the panties, which were light blue cotton with a lacy
elastic top
and put them on.  It was clear to the girls that he was a bit excited
as a
little tent had formed in the panties.

Kathy said, ``we anticipated that problem," pointing to his erection,
``and we
decided that we would take turns getting rid of it as quickly as
possible.  I
was chosen to be first." She led Blake to the bathroom where she stood
him
against the sink, reached inside his panties and began fondling his
member
until in just a matter of seconds he was cuming over her hand and into
the
sink.  She gave him a little kiss on the cheek and said, ``that was
quick!  Now
your little clitoris will calm back down and not be so hot!"

When Blake came back with Kathy his member was now relaxed and not too
visible
in the panties.  Kathy said to the other girls, ``Blake, no, I mean
Pamela -
from now on we'll call you Pamela - was very quick, and now her big
clitoris is
safely resting in her panties."

``You look so precious in those panties, Pamela," Amy said, ``I think
your body
is naturally graceful and feminine."

Kathy then continued, ``Normally, you'll have to wear some other
things to be
properly dressed, like a bra and so forth, but for now let us just put
the
dress on you.  First raise your hands up."

Blake did as he was told and the girls gathered up the dress and put
it over
his arms and slid it down around his body.  Amy then zipped up the
back, and
exclaimed ``What a lovely fit.  Now take a look in the mirror and see
how
exquisite you look!"

Blake walked over to a full length mirror hanging on the closet door
and looked
at himself.  The dress looked ravishing and he could never remember
feeling so
happy in his life.  ``Oh, I can't believe how wonderful it feels, and
how
natural I feel."

He wheeled about a little and then sat gracefully down on the sofa
with the
dress and crinolines puffing up around him.  ``God I wish I could go
the
wedding with all of you, and get to wear this dress all day long!"


2. Chapter



The next day, which Blake had dreaded all night long, brought a major
new
surprise in his life.  Far from teasing him about his masculinity, the
other
boys had developed a whole new appreciation and respect for him since
the day
before.  After all, Blake had become the center of attention of the
five
prettiest girls in the eighth grade, girls which any of the guys would
have
died to get a date with.  Clifford and Roy even went so far as to
apologize to
Blake for their teasing and hoped that he would forget the past.
Cynically,
Blake figured that they were hoping to use him as a means to getting
the other
girls in the club.  He thought, ``us girls had best stick together, so
that
guys like that don't take advantage of us." It was a strange thought,
like so
many others he had had since the afternoon before.

Was he a girl or was he a boy?  Feeling his girl side made him
wonderfully
happy and content.  His boy side seemed to be weak and a source of
insecurity.
As he listened to his thoughts he tried to interpret them as being
either girl
or boy.  Most especially, he tried to make sure that his fear of being
called a
sissy, wouldn't prevent his girl side from naturally coming out.

No.  If he was going to fit in with the other girls, he really had to
be
entirely at ease with his girl side.

One consequence was that on an impulse he had gone up to the attic and
taken
down his grown sisters old Barbie doll set.  Sneaking it into his
room, he
played dressups with the Barbie figures and had them engage in
conversations.
They talked about fashions and what outfits they wanted to wear.  At
one point
he even caught himself making up a fantasy dialogue where the girls
were
discussing Ken, and how sexy he was.  His mind drifted to the poster
of Brian
and he felt a slight twinge in his chest.  These were new feelings for
him, but
they seemed logical:  if was going to pretend to be a girl, then part
of that
must be to desire boys.  If he was honest with himself he realized
that as long
as he felt like a girl, then he would want to be considered pretty by
the boys.

At school, the other club members greeted him happily.  They wondered
if had
any second thoughts about his decision, and he had told them about how
happy he
was to play with the dolls.  They told him that on occasion the
Girls-Only club
had had Barbie parties where they all played with their dolls
together, but it
had been some time since they had done this since they were getting
older and
not as likely to play with dolls.  They reassured Blake, however, that
since he
didn't have a normal girl childhood he had some catching up to do with
girl
things, and this was a great way to let out and develop her girl
feelings.

Amy gave Blake a small package in homeroom and told him to open it up
when no
one else was looking.  When he did he discovered in it a pair of pink
cotton
panties with a little heart shaped note from Amy saying, ``To my new
girl
friend, Pamela.  These are an old pair of mine which you can have so
that
you'll be able to change panties between now and next week!" Blake
blushed, and
thought how he couldn't wait to go home and try them on.

At recess, Blake wanted to be with the other club members, but before
he could
get to them, he was surrounded by the guys who bombarded him with
questions
about the girls.  He could see the other girls standing nearby, but
the best he
could do was sneak them a hopeless expression until Kathy winked at
him
signaling that they understood.  The guys wanted to know all about the
girls.
Clifford asked him ``how far did you get with them?  You were in
Kathy's house
for hours.  It must have been an orgy, wasn't it?"

Blake did not know what to say.  If he said he was becoming a girl,
then he
would be as good as dead.  He also couldn't very well lie that he was
getting
sex off the girls, since it was repugnant to him to admit such
feelings.  He
said, ``nothing much happened.  We discussed school and some common
interests.
They talked about ways to help me fit in better with the guys.  They
are really
very nice people, and certainly open to any boy who treats them with
respect
and not just as a sexual object.  They really want to have nice
intelligent
conversations with boys, but find that usually difficult when the guys
are
constantly making moves on them."

This was something the boys didn't want to hear.  Clifford said, ``You
mean all
I have to do is talk about something other than sex and then they'll
have sex
with me?  Thats just baloney.  I know girls better than anyone, and
I'm sure
the quickest way into Kathy or Karen's panties is by just telling them
what to
do.  Girls like to be treated rough.  It turns them on."

It made Blake slightly ill to hear all this, but he wasn't about to
argue with
Clifford.  Luckily for him one of the guys suggested they all play
some
baseball and the group quickly broke up.  Blake then walked over to
the girls
group after which they all slowly walked across the field away from
the other
kids.  Blake thanked Amy for the present and Janet said,

``What present?"

``Oh, Amy gave me a pair of her old panties this morning so that I'd
have them
to change into during the week.  Right now, I'm wearing Kathy's blue
panties
from yesterday."

``Thats very sweet of you.  Let me take a peek." The girls crowded
around him
and he lowered the side of his pants just enought to reveal a little
blue patch
of panties with the top elastic.  ``Very good, Pamela, you're off to a
very
good start.  This shows how serious you are about being a club
member."

``I hope you know that you should hand wash all your lingerie, Pamela,
since it
will make them last longer." Janet said.

``I didn't know that, thanks for telling me.  Tonight Ill wash the
blue panties
and tomorrow I can wear the pink ones that Amy gave me.  I guess I can
then
alternate every day."

``Of course, this is only temporary Pam," Kathy added.  ``We're all
going to go
shopping with you soon and help you pick out an entire wardrobe.  This
weekend
we can't do it, but we were thinking that we could use next
Wednesday's club
meeting to teach you some basics about girls clothes and also take all
your
measurements.  Then, the following Saturday, we could go down to the
mall and
spend the day shopping.  How does that sound, Pam?"

``I think thats a great plan.  I'm so excited about the club and I
can't wait
for the next meeting."

          ********************************************************

Blake had a hard time getting through the long days until Wednesday
finally
rolled around.  He was so excited that he finally would have a lot of
time to
spend with the club members instead of just the short bits he could
get at
recess and individually with the other girls in the hallways between
classes.
As the week before, the group of girls gathered in front of the
building after
the final bell.  Together they walked to Kathy's house, with Blake
feeling very
comfortable with his new friends.  Mrs.  O'Connor had cookies and milk
waiting
for all 6 of them, since Kathy had a made a point of reminding her
that morning
that Blake was now a member of the club and would be coming to all the
meetings.  Her mother was certainly more than a bit curious as to the
fact that
Blake was now in the supposed ``Girls-Only Club", but when she had
asked Kathy
about it, all she had said was that the club members had made a
special
arrangement to be able to allow Blake into the club.  Not wanting to
pry, Mrs.
O'Connor did not ask any further questions.

When the group assembled upstairs after their dessert, Kathy called
the meeting
of the Girls-Only Club to order, and Blake felt a special thrill that
that
included him!  ``The first order of business as we all know is to help
Pamela
in her transformation so that she can be a complete equal member of
the club.
The older members have been informally discussing how we are going to
do this,
and we decided that a good place to begin is to discuss bras.  Then
we'll talk
about panties, of which you have some familiarity now.  Then we can go
on to
stockings, slips and all the other items.  This might take a few weeks
or more
even, but we are in no real hurry.  Certainly, by today, we'll have
you looking
and feeling quite feminine.  Just enough to be one of the girls for
all our
subsequent meetings."

``So first, Pamela, take off all your clothes except your panties."
This day,
Blake had on his pink ones.  After doing this, it became clear that
Blake's
large `clitoris' was a problem again.  ``I believe it is Janet's turn
to take
care of Pam's clit," Kathy said.

``OK, Pam, come with me into the bathroom and I'll help you take care
of it."

Blake got up and followed Janet into the bathroom.  Here she soaped up
her hand
and began quickly running it up and down his `clitoris'.  After a few
seconds
the job was done and Janet gave Blake a hug and told him how sweet he
was.

They came back into the room, where the girls all congratulated Blake
on being
so quick and cooperative.  He sat down in the center of the girls.
Then Kathy
said, ``OK. We can give you a lot of insight into bras if we each
discuss with
you the particulars of the bras we are wearing.  So let us all take
off our
tops."

At this all the five girls took off their blouses.  For Amy, Janet and
Kathy,
this was a pullover shirt, while Karen and Penny had blouses which
they
unbuttoned and took off.  Penny had on a slip on over her bra, so she
then
undid her skirt and then pulled her slip off over her head.  She said,
``As you
know this is a slip but we'll talk about them later."

Now all the girls were sitting there wearing their bras, with just
Blake
without one and wearing only panties.  Janet's bra, which was the only
pink
one, was also the laciest, being in fact all lace.  Amy had a pale
yellow bra,
while the three other girls had white bras on.  Kathy and Karen both
had the
largest bust, followed by Amy and Penny, with Janet the smallest.

Karen said, ``Well let me begin.  As you can see I have on a white
bra, which
is the most common color to wear because it will not be really visible
under
most blouses.  It has only a little bit of lace on the top parts of
the cups
and a little decorative bow in the middle.  This is a back closure
type bra
like you can see.  This has little hooks on the back which can be
fastened at
any one of three levels, thus helping give a better fit.  It you look
at Amy's
bra, you see that it is a front closure style - see the little clip on
the
front - which can't be adjusted like a back closure type." Amy gently
pointed
to the clip.

``Now, I've been wearing bras for about 2 years now.  At first my mom
noticed
my nipples fairly well protruding from my tee shirts and then a little
bit of
jiggling of my breasts.  This gave her a warning that I had better
start
wearing bras to be more modest in front of the boys or men.  She took
me to the
department store and there I was fitted for some trainer bras.  These
have very
shallow cups and are kind of dainty.  They offer some protection and
help a
girl get used to wearing a bra.  After all it is a change to have them
on
everyday.  We'll start you off with trainer bras until you develop a
fuller
bust.  In fact, I brought one of my favorite old trainers along just
to give to
you."

Karen took out a thin wispy pink bra which she had folded up in her
purse and
gave it to Blake.  ``Put it on now, Pam, its yours!"

Blake, took it sheepishly, and opened it up.  It was of a very thin
cotton like
material with a floral pattern on it, with elastic below the cups.  He
fumbled
a bit not knowing how to align it, when Karen intervened.  ``There,
there now,
let me help you." She arranged it the right way and then encircled
Blake's
waist from the rear and clipped the bra in his front.  ``You see, this
is what
you do.  Clip it in front, now shift it to your back, and lift it up
while
putting your arms through the straps.  "

Blake did as he was told and the bra fit just perfectly into place on
his
figure.  With the pink bra and panties on, Blake felt suddenly very
girlish.
``How does it feel?  Not too tight?", asked Amy.

``It feels fine.  I guess not too tight.  It makes me feel kind of
protected
and together.  Do you know what I mean?" Blake had trouble describing
his
feelings.

``Thats exactly how a girl feels in her bra," said Karen.  ``Now let
me finish
my story.  After wearing trainers such as this one for about 6 months
it became
clear that I was ready to graduate to real bras.  In fact, I started
with a 36
A cup and then quickly went to B cups and now I am borderline B and C
cups.
All my bras now have underwire support in them as you can see here. Go
ahead
and touch this.  In fact, let me take it off and show you."

Karen reached behind herself and undid her bra.  She took it off and
handed it
to Blake to examine.  She told him to feel the hard underwire frame,
which he
did.

``Its a very pretty bra too.  I like the lace and bow," he said..

The girls all laughed at this.  ``Blake, you don't have to be that
nice.  Most
bras have some sort of lace on them, because girls and women like to
have some
pretty thing on them.  Its just nice to know that it is there.  My mom
says
that this is about where I will stay until I have a baby which then
always
screws up a girls breasts.  They become very big with milk of course,
and then
later sometimes shrink and sometimes don't.  Its hard to predict."

Blake had on a puzzled expression which prompted Karen to ask, ``Whats
the
matter?"

``Oh I was just wondering how you decided on the particular bra you're
wearing
right now."

``Well what happens to most girls is that you try various styles out
until you
sort of just know which ones will be comfortable for you.  It depends
on the
spacing of your breasts and so forth.  In your case, we'll take you to
the mall
this weekend, and then we can look through all the bras to see which
ones you
like.  Then, you can try them on in the fitting room and come to a
conclusion
as to which style is best."

Penny then added, ``you shouldn't worry about being flat chested,
because we
are getting some special breast forms for you from my cousin, which
will give
you a real bust.  These come in all sizes and we will start with A
cups, which
we'll give to you on Saturday when you come over here.  Then, after a
few weeks
we'll see about increasing your size.  This way you sort of go through
a kind
of growth period just like we all did.  So you should wear this
trainer bra
from now until Saturday, to get some feeling for wearing a bra, and
then you'll
suddenly outgrow it on Saturday, and be more like one of us."

``You mean I should wear the trainer all the time from now to
Saturday."

``Yes, of course."

``But won't someone see it under my shirts, I mean my blouse?"

``Not if you wear a dark color, and make sure the blouse is loose
fitting.
Don't you have some tops like that?  For example, the one you wore
today.  I am
sure that no one can see your trainer bra under it."

Blake put his top back on and stood in front of the mirror.  To his
surprise he
saw that the bra was not visible at all.  ``Great, this means I'll be
able to
wear a bra all the time.  How wonderful!"

He took his top back off and Janet reached over and hugged him. ``Your
just so
precious Pam.  I love the way you really appreciate things."

It suddenly occurred to Blake that when he got the breast forms it
might not be
possible to wear the bras, ``What'll I do when I get the A cup breast
forms?"
He looked crushed.

``Don't worry Pam, that is where it gets interesting.  At that size,
you
wouldn't be noticeable as long as you wear very loose fitting tops. So
we'll
buy a few of them, so that you don't have to worry."

``Anyway, let us hear from Janet about her bra," Karen said.

``You see Pam, I have a relatively small bust, a bit larger than an A
cup but
not quite a B. While this might seem a bad thing, in fact, it is quite
nice
because there are many more opportunities for choosing a really pretty
bra when
you are not large busted.  Girls with small busts get to pick from a
whole
range of very delicate and pretty lacy bras.  We don't really need
underwire
support so that the bras may be just little wispy things which are
very
sensuous to wear.  Like the one I'm wearing now."

Janet then took off her bra, and handed it over to Blake to look at.
He said,
``I think I'm just falling in love with this style.  It is such a
pretty shade
of pink and I love the lace.  Do you think I'll be able to find one
just like
this at the mall?"

``Of course you will.  They'll have many different ones just as pretty
there."

``I can't wait to go!" Blake exclaimed.

The conversation continued on discussing each of the girls experiences
in
getting their first bras, and what it felt like to wear them and what
they
thought about when they went shopping for new ones.  They mentioned
how to try
and coordinate bras with the style of top they were wearing, matching
not only
color, but the bra type to the outfit.  For example, with a very tight
top, you
want to wear a smooth bra while with a white blouse, a very pretty
lacy white
bra is appropriate if you feel daring.  The girls discussed when they
put their
bras on in the morning.  Janet, Penny and Amy all put them on right
after they
peed, while Kathy and Karen liked to wait until after breakfast; that
way they
lounged around in their nighties feeling very casual.  They also told
Blake how
they chose their bra each day as they opened their dresser drawer.
They
usually would pick out a matching bra and panty set that was
coordinated to the
outfit they wanted to wear.

The girls put their blouses and tops back on, which left Blake sitting
there in
just panties and the trainer bra.  ``Now we have to get all your
measurements,
so we'll be prepared for shopping on Saturday," Karen said.  She went
and got a
tape measure, with which they measured Blake's chest, waist and hips.
They
concluded that he would wear a size 36A bra and size 12 dresses. ``Now
we have
a special present for you which we have already gotten." Janet came
over and
gave Blake a large box.  He opened it carefully and discovered inside
a wig of
styled long light brown hair which matched his exact coloring.  ``With
this,
and a little makeup we are sure that you'll be very pretty!  Go try it
on."

Blake went in the bathroom with Janet where she helped him on with the
wig and
told him some basic facts about styling it and caring for it.  When he
came
out, the girls excitedly told Blake that he looked just as attractive
as any of
them.  He just needed a little blush on his cheeks, and a little
trimming of
his eyebrows, and he would be very feminine looking.  Before they went
to the
mall the girls would show him how to put on makeup, including lipstick
and some
eyeliner and eye shadow.

``You must be bit cold sitting there in just your underwear," Kathy
said, ``so
I thought you might like to wear my bridesmaids dress again, until the
end of
our meeting."

Blake's face lit up at this, and he got up to follow Kathy to her
closet where
she handed him the dress.  He was now more expert in putting it on,
and had
little trouble getting it over his head and then reaching for the
zipper to
pull up before it was all the way down on his shoulders.  In a minute
he was
back with the girls sitting with them in the stunningly pretty dress
with his
long hair cascading over his shoulders.  He sighed deeply with
happiness and
Amy who was sitting next to him squeezed his hand.

``Now there are a number of things we also have to take care of," Amy
said.
``First of all, you should let your fingernails grow out like a girls.
That
way, we can put polish on them during our outings together, and show
off your
very pretty hands, Pamela."

``OK, that should be fun."

``Remember that you'll have to learn how to file them to a nice shape
as they
get long.  We'll show you how each week until they are our length."

``But won't my mom and dad see them long and wonder what I am doing?"

``Oh, no.  People won't look at your hands if you are dressed like a
boy.
They'll just assume that they are short, and not take any notice."

``I guess you're right."

``You can always just say you forgot to cut them, if anyone asks you."

Blake nodded in agreement.  His finger nails were recently trimmed,
and he held
his hand up trying to image how nice it would feel to have pretty long
pink
fingernails.  Just another nice thing about being a girl he thought to
himself.

``Another thing you have to think about is having your monthly
period," Penny
said.  Blake showed some surprise at this, but Penny continued right
on.
``Usually, since the five of us original members are close to one
another, we
often have our periods at the same time.  So we think that you ought
to have a
pretend period the same time as us.  For this you'll have to get some
pantiliners, maxipads and all-night pads, which you can wear in your
panties
during the time of the period.  First, for a few days before your
period, you
wear the pantiliners to protect against an accident.  Then during the
heavy
flow days you wear a maxipad, and at night you wear the really thick
pads.
We'll go shopping with you and help you pick out a supply."

``I guess it will be a nice way to feel close to you all during your
periods."
Blake said.

``Pam, it is really nice how agreeable you are to everything, since we
were a
bit worried that you would resist these things." Penny said.

At this moment there was a sudden knock on the door of Kathy's
bedroom, and
before anyone could react, Mrs.  O'Connor was in the room, saying
``Girls!
girls!  girls!  I've just got a phone call from...." She froze in mid
sentence
as her eyes fell upon Blake, whose face was now a bright scarlet
color.  He was
feebly attempting to cover himself with the dress, which had the
effect of
exposing his crinolines to everybody as he lifted the outer skirt to
his face.
``What in the world are you girls doing?  And Blake, what in the world
are you
doing in Kathy's dress and a wig?" She exclaimed loudly.

``Mom, mom," Kathy yelled, ``you don't understand.  Its all right, we
can
explain.  Blake is now one of the girls in our club."

``What in heaven's name have you done to Blake.  And Blake, how could
let
yourself be made such a fool of?  Since when does a young man go
prancing
around in a dress?!!" She walked over to him, and lifted up the
crinolines to
see that he was wearing pink panties.  She pulled open the top of the
dress and
saw that he had a bra on, as well.  ``Oh, my lord, this is
unbelievable!  A bra
and panties?  What else?"

The effect of this on Blake was shattering, and he began to cry.  The
girls
were caught in complete disarray and were protesting vigorously to
Mrs.
O'Connor that she didn't ``understand," and that Blake was not being
made fun
of, and that they were all just trying to be close to one another in a
completely natural way.

Mrs.  O'Connor was very excited and seemed beyond listening to the
girls.  She
said, ``I've really got to speak to your parents Blake, and let them
know that
you have a real problem.  Come with me!" She grabbed Blake by the
wrist and
stood him up and then quickly led him out of the room behind her with
his dress
rustling and crinolines flying around him and his long hair bouncing
against
his back.  She took him downstairs to the living room and pushed him
down into
a seat next to her.  She said, ``What is your phone number?  I must
call your
mom right now and discuss this with her." Blake, in the middle of his
loud
sobbing, yelled out, ``Oh please don't.  Please don't, please don't
tell her,
I'll never do it again.  I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

``What is the number?" Mrs.  O'Connor demanded.

Blake, between sobs of his heaving chest, told her the number.  By
this time
the girls from the club had joined them downstairs and were still
protesting.
``Mrs.  O'Connor, I really think you owe it to all of us to listen to
our side
of things before you involve Blake's mom and dad.  We understand that
it was a
big surprise to you, but we implore you to hold off." Karen was
speaking now
with some authority as president of the Girl's Only Club.

Mrs.  O'Connor said, ``I am sorry but this is serious and needs to be
taken
care of very quickly." She said this with a bit less emphasis than
before and
the girls fell silent hoping that she was changing her mind.  Amy had
come over
next to Blake and made him put his head in her lap.  While he sobbed
softly she
stroked his head.  ``Don't worry, Pam, no matter what happens we'll
still be
your friends."

At hearing Amy address Blake as `Pam', Mrs.  O'Connor winced
noticeably, and
then she dialed the number.  Everyone could hear the rings, and then
Blake's
mom could be heard saying, ``Hello?"

``Oh, hello, this is Mrs.  O'Connor, Kathy's mom."

``Oh, yes, Blake said that he would be playing there today after
school.  Is
everything all right?"

After a pause, Mrs.  O'Connor said, ``Oh yes, fine, I was just calling
to let
you know that I had invited Blake to stay here for dinner tonight, and
that I
would drive him home at about 8 O'clock.  Is that OK?

All the girls, excitedly, gave out a silent cheer.

``Oh, sure it is.  How kind of you.  Let me speak to Blake for a
moment."

Blake had not fully absorbed the change in Mrs.  O'Connor's
statements, but he
sensed that he did not have to be afraid of her telling his mom that
he was
wearing a dress, at least not then.  He got on the phone, where his
mom told
him to thank Mrs.  O'Connor after the dinner and to be polite and so
forth.  If
she did detect a little hoarseness in his voice from the crying she
did not let
on.

After he hung up he thanked Mrs.  O'Connor profusely.  She said, ``My
dear boy,
is it boy??!!, what am I going to do about you?" She shook her head
back and
forth thinking, and then said, ``Come here Blake and let me hold you.
I'm
sorry I got so upset, it was just such a shock.  I wasn't suspecting
such a
thing."

Blake got up and sat down on Mrs.  O'Connor's lap, and she held him
closely to
her.  He could feel her very large firm breasts against his chest. The
layers
of his dress and crinolines was like a big cloud of pink and white
over the
blue jeans and white pullover top Mrs.  O'Connor was wearing.  ``So
tell me
everything now.  You start Karen, since you are the president of the
club."

Karen then told Mrs.  O'Connor about the conditions under which they
had all
agreed that Blake would be made a full member of the club.  She sighed
often
hearing this, and shook her head, but finally saw that she really
didn't have
the right to stop them from what they voluntarily wanted to do.  After
hearing
all the girls, she said to Blake, ``I want to ask you a few questions
to see if
I can understand that this is really good for you, and not a big
mistake that
you might be making because you are lonely or something."

``Sure Mrs.  O'Connor, I'll be happy to answer any questions."

``Good.  Now Blake, tell me what you are feeling now being in that
dress."

``I guess I feel very pretty."

``Yes, I suppose you should.  It is a very pretty dress.  Now dear,
you might
find this silly, but I wonder how good are you at arm wrestling?"

``What?  Why are you asking that?"

``Because boys just love to do it don't they?  It's a really male
thing."

``Yes, I guess so."

``Let's see how easily you can beat Amy.  She's the strongest girl
here,
right?"

``You can surely beat her easily."

``I suppose so."

``Give it a try."

Blake and Amy then sat across from each other at the dining room table
and
proceeded to arm wrestle.  Though Blake tried as hard as he might, Amy
beat him
almost immediately in two bouts.  Mrs.  O'Connor then asked Penny and
Janet to
try wrestling him, and Penny beat him after a bit of a struggle, and
finally
Blake and Janet tied each other.

``So you and Janet are about equally strong.  I guess your arms really
are kind
of girlish," she said thoughtfully.  After a moment she then said,
``Now answer
this question:  Amy is clearly much stronger than you.  If you could
have just
one characteristic of her's for yourself, what would you choose?"

Blake said, ``I guess I wish that I had breasts like hers so that I
would have
to wear more of a grown up bra than the one I have on.  It would give
me a
nicer shape I guess.  Is that what you were asking?"

``Oh, Blake, I thought you would have liked to be at least as strong
as her!"

``I guess you're right.  I don't know why I didn't think of that.  For
some
reason I was just thinking how lucky she was for being able to wear
bras
everyday.  To know that she would be able to eventually nurse a baby,
and take
care of it and hold it and so forth.  It seemed like something I
really wanted
to do.  I wish I could have a nice figure like Amy's or any of the
other girls
in the club." Blake started to blush when he realized that the girls
had all
taken on sympathetic expressions, now including Mrs.  O'Connor too.

``After hearing and seeing all this, I think you probably are best
treated like
a girl, Blake," Mrs.  O'Connor said.  ``You have a gentle loving
nature, which
is quite feminine, and I suppose you need an outlet for it.  I guess
I'll be
happy to go along with you being one of the girls in the club.  So
from now on
I'll also call you Pamela and try and have something like a mother
daughter
relationship with you."

All the girls (including Pamela!)  then thanked Mrs.  O'Connor for her
support,
and she then invited all the club members to stay for dinner.  She
even told
the girls to take Blake upstairs and put some pantyhose on him, and
some makeup
so that he would be well dressed for dinner.  They were starting to do
this
when Kathy asked her mom, ``what was the phone call you were talking
about,
when you came into my room?"

``Oh, I completely forgot.  Yes, Brad's mother called to say that his
cousin
broke her leg and will not be able to come to the wedding."

``What a shame, even after you bought her the dress and everything."
Kathy
said.

``Yes, and the procession will not be symmetric now, with three
bridesmaids on
each side of the aisle."

All of a sudden everyone turned and looked at Blake, sitting quietly
in the
bridesmaid dress.  ``Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Mrs,
O'Connor said.

A chorus of girls said ``Yes!, Pamela will be our sixth bridesmaid!"

It took a moment for Blake to realize what they were saying, but when
he did,
his heart almost burst open for joy.


3. Chapter



At 8 P.M. Mrs.  O'Connor drove Blake home.  Before leaving, the girls
had made
sure that all traces of make-up were removed from his face as well as
any stray
hairs coming from the wig.  He was still wearing his bra and panties,
which he
would try and wear every day.  When he entered the house he saw that
his mother
and father were sitting in the living room.  He walked over to his mom
and gave
her a kiss hello.

His dad looked up from his newspaper and said, ``Well, well, well,
Blake, what
is this I hear about you playing with the prettiest girls in the eight
grade!?"
Blake's father was a foreman in a nearby steel mill.  He was ruggedly
handsome
and physically strong, and loved to gently tease Blake about his
`love' life.

``Oh, I guess mom told you about me going home after school to Kathy
O'Connor's
house?"

``Not only your mother, but apparently the whole town knows about it.
At
least, Ann and Barry had heard about it at school!" Ann, one of
Blake's two
sisters, was almost two years younger than him and a continual thorn
in his
side.  She took advantage of Blake's gentle nature by teasing him and
even
picking fights with him.  She had developed her physique to the point
where her
biceps were noticeably larger than Blake's.  He had become afraid to
fight her,
since he didn't think he could win any more and didn't want to get
hurt.  His
older brother, Barry, on the other hand, who was in 11th grade, was
someone
Blake had always looked up to.  He played on the varsity football
team, and
while not a great student, was still far from dumb.

Blake also had an older sister, Janice, who was in 12th grade and was
planning
on attending the Naval Academy at Annapolis the next year.

Blake felt happy to receive the admiration of his dad, though he
wondered what
his dad would think if he knew that he was secretly wearing a bra and
panties,
and that he was after all, really just ``one of the girls" and not
actually
dating any of them.

``Oh, its nothing dad.  We just seem to have hit it off.  They like me
because
I talk about things.  Not just want to ask them out on dates."

``Do you have a favorite among them.  One who you could ask to the
prom?"

``Bill, leave the poor boy alone," Blake's mother interjected, ``he is
young
enough that he doesn't have to think of such things.  Just let him
enjoy his
new friends."

Blake took advantage of his mom's intervention to change the subject.
``Kathy
and her mom invited me to go to her sister Beth's wedding in three
weeks on
Saturday.  They need me to be an usher, I mean, to take the place of
her
sister's fiance's cousin who broke his leg, and won't be able to
come." Blake
had worked out this explanation with the girls, to make sure that no
suspicion
would be raised by his sudden invitation to the wedding.  He didn't
feel
comfortable lying, but he was so excited at the possibility of going
as
`Pamela,' that he didn't want anything to foul up the chance.

``That's very nice of them, that they would think well enough of you
to take
you as a replacement.  I hope you said you would do it?" his mom said.

``I said I'd have to ask you.  But thanks mom, cause I really do want
to go.
There will also be a wedding rehearsal and a dinner I'll have to go to
before
the wedding."

After chatting awhile longer, Blake went to his room to do his
homework.  Later
that night when he went to sleep he wore his panties, but took off his
bra.  He
spent a few minutes examining the pretty lace on it and how it was
made.  He
then put it against his cheek and kissed it gently.  This is my very
first bra,
he thought.  He could smell a slight trace of perfume on it which he
imagined
came from Kathy's drawer.  I wonder what kind of bras I'll get on
Saturday, he
thought.  He imagined having his own drawer full of bras and panties
and other
girlish things.  He would be able to choose his own perfume to scent
them with.
Everyday he could wake up and choose some pretty things to wear.  He
imagined
how every morning, he and the other girls in the club would wake up,
take off
their nighties, select a bra from their drawer and then put it on.  In
his
reverie he thought how nice it must be to have breasts to tuck into
place in
ones bra cups and to feel how they stick out under ones blouse.  How
nice it
must it be to have breasts bouncing in front of you while you walked.
He
thought of how vulnerable it must make a girl feel, knowing that the
boys would
always be staring at your breasts and getting aroused looking at them.
When he
got his new `breasts' on Saturday would he experience the same
feelings
himself?  Is that just part of feeling pretty?  He would know soon
enough
anyway.

Just before going to sleep he tucked the bra well underneath the
covers and
reminded himself to retrieve it in the morning when he got dressed for
school.

                *******************************************

His first morning of wearing a bra at school went off without a hitch.
He felt
a bit closer to being like one of the girls in the class than he had
wearing
just panties.  At lunch time Kathy asked him if he was wearing his bra
and he
had the satisfaction of being able to say `yes!'  She also told him to
look
carefully at the girls in the club for they had purposefully chosen to
wear
different outfits that day so as to help give Blake ideas for the kind
of
clothes he would want to buy on their shopping trip.  Kathy had on a
ruffly
white blouse, a pleated skirt, white panty hose and black patent
leather shoes
with a low heel.  Blake could see that she was wearing a lacy white
bra under
the blouse, whose ruffles partially hid the front of her bra.  Kathy
explained
that her outfit helped amplify the size of her bust.  She had him look
at how
the skirt buttoned around her waist and explained about the side
zipper.  She
also showed him her fingernails which had on a white polish matching
her
blouse.  She picked up his hand and said, ``I'm glad to see that your
nails are
just starting to grow out now.  They'll be just the right length for
the
wedding.  We'll also have to buy you some clear nail hardener so they
don't
break."

``Too bad your hair won't be long enough by then to style," said
Penny,
``you'll still have to wear the wig.  But in two or three months we'll
be able
to take you to our beauty parlor to get your hair done.  Katie, our
hair
dresser, will give you a really stylish cut and perm.  I can't wait to
see what
she does!"

Karen then drew Blake's attention to her outfit.  She had on a tight
white
pullover blouse with very tight faded blue jeans.  This showed off her
curvaceous figure, particularly her bottom and hips.  With her long
straight
hair covering her back and shoulders she was strikingly pretty.  Her
bust was
even more prominent than usual and she explained it was due to her
wearing a
push up bra which lifted her breasts a little and helped add to the
sexiness of
her figure.

She had Blake peek down the top of her blouse to see how the bra
lifted up her
breasts.  She also pulled down the zipper of her jeans just a bit and
showed
Blake that she wasn't wearing any panties.  Instead, he saw some curls
of her
light brown public hair.

Janet, with her relatively small bust, had on a very pretty light
green slip
dress with spaghetti straps, nude stockings and white stack heel
shoes.  Her
hair was formed into a single long braid.  She showed Blake that she
was
wearing a white half-slip.  Penny had on a red jumper, with a white
blouse
underneath and red-tinged stockings and brown pennyloafers.  Finally,
Amy had
on a short flaired skirt, underneath of which she had on a pink
petticoat.  She
had on a skin tight black tank top which also showed off her chest
very
effectively.

``We have also purposefully worn different things to hold up our
stockings, so
that you can see before Saturday what some of the options are," Kathy
said.
She and the other girls led Blake to a spot far away from the other
kids.
``Lie down on the ground here and we'll let you look up our dresses so
that you
can see what we are wearing.  From this distance, the other kids won't
be able
to see what we're doing."

Blake lied down and then Kathy said, ``I'm going to stand over your
head now.
Look up my skirt and see how my pantyhose looks." She walked over to
him and
then slightly raised her pleated skirt so that enough light would
enter for
Blake to see what was there.  ``Tell us what you see," Kathy said.

``I can see that you are wearing panties underneath your pantyhose.
They are
white and have several rows of lace trim going across your bottom."

``Oh, Pamela, you're so precious!  You don't have to go in such
detail!  What
you should notice is how the pantyhose are shear all the way to the
top, as
against having a sewn in panty or panel for tummy support.  These are
some of
the many options for pantyhose that you should keep in mind for
Saturday.  Now
its Janet's turn."

Kathy stepped away and then Janet walked over to Blake and put one
foot on
either side of his head, so he was looking straight up into her dress.
``I see
Janet's slip going up around her waist.  Oh, and I see that she has a
white
garter belt on!  Its got lots of lace going down on the garters.  They
are
hooked into her stocking tops."

``What about my panties?"

``You have on white panties which I guess are over the garter belt.
Why aren't
they under the garter belt?"

``What do you think?"

Blake thought a minute and then said, ``I bet so that you can pull
your panties
down easier when you have to go pee!"

``Yes, very good, Pamela.  Now, its Penny's turn."

Penny now stepped over Blake.  ``I see she is wearing very tiny little
white
panties, and they are under very long garters which I can't see the
top of.
Where do they come from?"

``I'm wearing a bustier, which consists of a bra part and below this a
kind of
boned corset which comes down to my belly button.  The garters are
very long
and go from there to the top of my stockings."

``I wish I could see that.  You'll have to show me it later.  I also
see a
little string dangling from the bottom of your panties.  What's that?"

``Oh, you are observant, Pamela!  Thats the string from the tampon I'm
wearing.
You see, my period started this morning, so I had to put one of those
in my
vagina."

``So shouldn't I be starting my first period?  Like you said
yesterday?"

``Yes, you should start it soon.  We'll help you get started on
Saturday.  I'm
a few days ahead of the other girls.  I think they'll be starting
their periods
any day now.  Won't you?"

All the girls indicated their agreement.  Then, Amy said, ``and now
its my
turn." She positioned herself over Blake.  When he looked up he saw
her pretty
petticoat surrounding what looked to be a girdle.  ``I recognize that!
You're
wearing a girdle!  I can see the stockings being held by garters
attached right
to it."

``You're almost right, Pam, except that this is really called a panty
girdle,
since it is not as heavy as larger ones made for full grown women.
This does
not have any boning in it, just some relatively light elastic.  I like
panty
girdles since they give me a nice sort of warm close feeling.  I think
they
help my shape a bit too."

``It has a lacy panel on the front and even a little bow!  I think I'd
like to
get one of them on Saturday for sure!"

``Of course, Pam, I'm sure we can find one that is perfect for you."

Getting up now, Blake sat on the bench with the girls.  ``I am a bit
afraid to
get a garter belt or bustier because I am frightened at being that
sexy."

``After a while Pam, when you get more used to being a girl, I bet
you'll like
the idea of being really sexy underneath your dress or jeans.  For
example, if
you're on a date with a boy, his hand might brush against your garters
which
would make him really hot," Karen said this matter-of-factly, as if
she were
talking to another girl.  The thought of finding boys sexy made Blake
blush.
``It'll be fun someday to double date with you Pam.  We can compare
notes as to
what we think of the boys.  You'll really like slow dancing with a
nice big
strong boy.  I mean one who is intelligent; not like the jerks in our
class!"

After a pause Blake said, ``I can't wait till Saturday."

``Neither can we Pam.  We are all looking forward to making you into a
very
pretty young girl," Kathy said.  ``In fact, my mom said that she would
go
shopping with us to help make sure that you get the right things."

They all got up to go back to their afternoon classes.  When they were
near the
building, Kathy suddenly pointed to Blake's arm, and he saw that the
pink strap
of his bra had fallen off his shoulder and was clearly visible through
the arm
hole of his short-sleeved shirt.  He discretely put his hand inside
his shirt
and straightened it out.

``Pam, you have to be more careful!" Kathy said, ``girls must always
be aware
of their appearance."

Blake shivered as he wondered what would have happened if one of the
guys had
seen the strap.

                    **********************************

That afternoon when Blake returned from school, he went to his room to
do his
homework.  About 4 o'clock he went downstairs to the kitchen to get a
snack.
His mother was in a hurry to do some errands and had just asked his
two
sisters, Ann and Janice to help her fold the laundry.  Janice, said
she was on
her way to a study date and ran out the door.  Ann was very reluctant
and told
her mom, ``why don't you get Blake to help me?  Why shouldn't he fold
the
laundry also?"

``You know very well that folding laundry is not for the boys."

``Its not fair."

``I don't care if you think it is fair or not, young lady, but you
will do as I
say!"

``I don't mind helping fold the laundry," Blake intervened.

``Thank you, Blake, for being so mature," his mom said.

``As long as you don't feel forced into it, I suppose its OK for you
to help
out.  Working together the two of you can get it done in no time at
all.  Let
me show you what's what Blake." She led Ann and Blake to the adjoining
laundry
room where was scattered a mountain of clean clothes from the dryer to
be
folded.

``Let's see, who should fold what?  There is something from
everybody." Blake
noticed that mixed in the pile were many bras, panties and slips
belonging to
his mother and two sisters.  Remembering what the girls had told him
he said,
``shouldn't the lingerie be washed by hand?"

His mother, a bit startled, said, ``why yes, I guess you're right.  It
would
make the delicate fabrics last longer.  But it takes a lot of time and
energy
to do it, and I guess we are all too busy around here."

Ann said, ``If you care so much about the bras and panties Blake, why
don't you
wash them." She laughed at her own joke and Blake blushed.

His mother intervened and said, ``Blake will fold the men's clothing
and you
will fold the women's.  I'll be back in an hour and I expect both of
you to be
done by then." With that she turned and left.  As soon as she was
gone, Ann
said, ``I'm folding the men's things and you can do the girls."

``Hey, you can't do that." Blake said.

``Oh, are you going to stop me?" She held up her fist menacingly in
Blake's
face.  He tried to push it away and as he did so Ann caught his arm by
the
wrist and swiveled him around pinning his arm behind him.  Try as he
might he
was unable to get out from the hold nor stop her as she slowly pushed
him down
to the floor.  As he struggled in pain to break free, he felt his bra
strap
starting to slip off his shoulder and he suddenly went limp and told
Ann, ``you
win, I'll do the girls things.  Please let me go." She released his
arm and
gave him a hard punch in the stomach which caused him to cry out in
pain.
``Ow, why did you do that?"

``Oh, Blake, what a sissy." She put her face right near his and said,
``Let me
tell you something.  If you ever touch me again like that, I'll kick
the shit
out of you.  Got that, big brother??  Now you go and do all the
folding, like
the little sweetie you are.  I've got more important things to do.
Tell mom
I'll be back for dinner."

``Ann, you can't do that!"

She glowered at him and he looked away.  ``Anyway, how do I know whose
bras
belong to whom?," he said.

Ann laughed and said, ``by size dummy.  Mom's are D cups, Janice's are
C cups
and mine are B cups.  Anyway, mine are all Jockey brand.  Oh, and what
size are
yours?" She let out a peal of laughter as she left the house.  Blake
resigned
himself to folding the laundry.  What an asshole Ann is, he thought.
If only
he could beat her up like he used to be able to!  She's not the
slightest bit
ladylike.  In fact, she acts like one of the guys.  She would never
fit in the
Girls-Only club.

In front of him was a large white bra.  He picked it up and found the
tag on
the side and read it outloud:  ``36D, this must be one of mom's." He
proceeded
to fold it so the two cups were aligned and then folded the straps and
placed
them on the cups.

``I guess I'll do all the bras first," he said, and picked out a black
one
which was somewhat smaller.  The tag said 36C and so he decided it was
Janice's.  He folded it and put it down next to the white one.  He
then
proceeded to find five more D cup sized bras, three black and two
white.  They
were all the same brand, having just a bit of lace trim on the top and
sides of
the cups.  Janice had 6 more bras which tended to be of three
different brands.
Some were front and some were back closure and only two of them were
white.
Two had a bold floral pattern and one was light blue and one was
yellow.  Ann's
bras were the easiest to identify since they were all plain jockey
brand
without any lace or ornamentation.

He found many panties of all kinds and types.  Some looked relatively
new and
some were kind of worn.  The latter often had permanent stains in the
crotch
area.  ``I guess its from some sort of discharges girls have.  I'll
have to ask
the club members." Scattered in the laundry were a couple of girdles.
These
had attached garters, a lace panel in the front topped by a small bow
made of
ribbon.  They were both white and one of them had a side zipper. There
were
several slips, both full and half.  A very pretty powder blue one
caught
Blake's eye and he held it up in front of him and imagined the feel of
it on
his body.  He then remembered that the day after next he would be
getting his
own girls clothes and felt a surge of ecstasy.

His 'clit' was very much extended and he felt a passionate need to
relieve
himself, like the club members had done for him.  He took the zippered
girdle,
one of his mom's black bras and Janice's blue bra and blue slip and
went into
the downstairs bathroom which had a large wall length mirror.  He
locked the
door, and took off his shirt and pants revealing his own bra and
panty.  He
took his bra off, and then put on his mothers black one.  The cups
were large
and empty and he tried to imagine his mother's breasts filling them
up.  Then
he took it off and tried on Janice's blue bra.  The C cups were still
very
large and he took off his socks and stuffed them in the cups.  He then
quickly
put the girdle on, squirming a bit to fit it up over his hips.  He
then zipped
up the side and looked in the mirror.  He felt very womanly as he
minced a few
steps back and forth.  He then put the slip on and sat down on the
closed
toilet seat to admire the reflections of the pretty clothes in the
mirror.
Carefully, he put a little soap on his hand and then reached under the
slip and
under the girdle and into his panties until he had found his `clit.'
He
started rubbing it slowly back and forth while admiring his view of
the girdle
peeking out from beneath the slip.  The set of double straps over his
arms and
the combined effect of the lace of the large bra and the slip make him
feel
faint.  After a minute he found himself ejaculating.  He aimed it into
his hand
and avoided getting any moisture on the slip or girdle.  After washing
his hand
off he once again sat down, closed his eyes and rested for a few
minutes.

By the time his mom came back he had six separate piles of laundry. He
was
holding Janice's clothes in his arms to take them up to her room when
she and
his mom walked in the door.  Janice noticed that the pile of clothes
he was
carrying were her own, since she could see the blue and floral bras
clearly
visible on top.  Seeing her puzzled expression, Blake's mom said,
``Blake was a
good boy and helped Ann fold the clothing.  Where's Ann, Blake?"

``Oh, she left right after you did."

``You mean that you folded all the clothes yourself?"

```Yes."

``It looks like you did a very good job.  But how did you know how to
sort the
bras and panties?"

``By size.  Ann told me that you wear a D cup and Janice is a C cup. I
hope I
folded them correctly.  I wasn't so sure about whose panties are whose
but I
think I might have them correct.  I just guessed that the smaller
sized slips
were Janice's and divided them that way.  And, am I right in assuming
that the
two girdles are yours mom?"

``Well you don't think that I'd be wearing a girdle!" Janice laughed.
``I'm
really impressed at how nicely you did your job.  You can put those
things
directly in my drawers."

``I don't which ones they go in."

``I'll show you in a minute when I go upstairs."

``Blake even knows about hand washing lingerie," his mom said to
Janice.

``Really now!  I wish I had the time to hand wash my bras," Janice
said,
``since the machine is really hard on the underwire." Suddenly,
Janice's face
lit up and she said impulsively.  ``Blake, I'd be willing to pay you
five
dollars a week to wash my bras and slips every week in the sink.  I'm
sure you
could use the money and it would help me out at the same time."

Blake blushed at the idea and looked at his mom.  ``Now Janice, just
because
Blake is helpful this one time, doesn't mean he wants to involve
himself with
your underwear every week.  What kind of job is it for a young man to
be taking
care of his sister's bras!"

``Let him speak for himself, mom."

Blake looked from one to the other.  It seemed to him that he would
like doing
the job.  Besides the money, it would help him feel like one of the
girls in
the house, which was good practice for when he played with the club
members.
``I would like the job, so long as you don't tell Ann about it.  She's
liable
to tease me, and even hit me.  Before, she hit hurt my arm and punched
me hard
in the stomach."

``I'll have a word with her," his mom said.

``Please don't.  She's liable to get even meaner and hurt me even
more.  I
think I will just try and avoid her and hope that that makes things
better."

``Blake, she is just your little sister, you shouldn't be afraid of
her,"
Janice said.

``I don't know, she is stronger than me now, or at least she's not
afraid to go
after me."

``Mom, let me talk to Ann, since I know she listens to me, and I'll
try and
convince her to be nicer to Blake," Janice said.

``Perhaps thats a good idea."

``I'm sure it is.  Now Blake, come with me and I'll show you how to
put my
clothes away."

Blake followed Janice up to her bedroom carrying the pile of clean
laundry.
``Now, this drawer here is for my bras, panties and stockings." She
pointed to
the second drawer from the top of her oak dresser.  Blake opened it up
and saw
that there was a large colorful arrangement of underclothes in it.  He
took the
laundered bras and panties and put them neatly in their respective
locations.

``I was wondering Janice if each of your bras has a matching panty?  I
mean,
take these really nice rose floral bras.  I would think that you would
want to
wear a special matching panty with them?"

``No, Blake, there wasn't any matching panties when I bought them. But
as a
general rule, one would think there should be."

Janice than showed him where to put the slips and pullover tops in
other chest
drawers.  She also showed him where to hang up her blouses, skirts and
dresses
in the closet.  ``You are an efficient little maid," she joked to
Blake as she
watched him put everything away neatly.  When he was done, she told
him to sit
down next to her on the bed, for a little brother sister chat.

``What's up Janice."

``Can I be honest with you Blake?"

``Of course, Janice.  What's the matter?" Blake sounded alarmed.

``Oh, there is nothing to be alarmed about.  I'm just feeling a little
bit
awkward about having asked you to wash my bras in the sink." She
turned and
looked at him directly.  ``Blake, I am wondering if you have ever
heard about
cross-dressers?"

``What do you mean Janice?  I'm not exactly sure what they are."

``They are boys who like to dress up in their mom's or sister's
clothes."

``What has that to do with me?" Blake's heart was racing a mile a
minute.  He
tried to think how Janice could have found out what he done earlier in
the
bathroom, or if maybe she could see his bra through his top.

``Not necessarily anything to do with you, Blake.  I'm just thinking
that it
might not be such a good idea for a boy to wash a girls underwear if
he was
that sort of person.  You know it would be a great temptation for him
to play
dressups and so forth."

``Oh, Janice, you shouldn't worry about that.  If I wore girls
clothes, I guess
I wouldn't be any more tempted by washing them.  I would would want to
dress up
all the time anyway."

Blake said this with a bit too much passion, and he decided he better
not say
anything else.

``OK, Blake, I'm glad to hear that you wouldn't find it to be a
temptation.
Its not that I would not like a boy who cross-dressed, in fact, I
sometimes
think that such boys would be a lot of fun to have as a boy friend.  I
mean
they might be a lot more sympathetic to girls, more understanding and
appreciative of what girls have to go through.  A girl would get the
best of
both worlds from them, if you know what I mean."

``I think I do," Blake said, feeling suddenly very happy.

``Anyway, then we have a deal:  I'll give you 5 dollars a week to wash
my bras,
stockings, slips and panties.  I'll put them in that basket over
there, and
whenever you see that it is full, you can wash them in the sink and
then hang
them up to dry in the bathroom.  When they are dry, you can fold them
and then
put them back in my drawer.  How's that?"

``That sounds super, so from now on you can count on me."

``Here's 5 dollars in advance for the coming week!"

When Blake left the room, he wondered if Janice really did think that
he was
crossdressing.  Apparently not, he concluded, since she had agreed
after all to
giving him the job.

                 *******************************************

Later that night, after dinner, Blake's dad got a phone call from a
friend
telling him that he could have 3 great seats to the season opening
Orioles
baseball game.  Excitedly, his dad found Barry and told him the good
news.
Then he went to tell Blake who was helping his mother clean up the
dinner
dishes.

``Blake.  Great news!  You, Barry and I are going to the baseball game
this
Saturday afternoon!"

``Um, Saturday afternoon, dad, I, um have already made plans." Blake
stammered.

``Well cancel them.  This is a chance of a lifetime!"

``But dad, I can't disappoint my friends."

``What is it you have to do which is so important?"

``I have to go shopping."

``Shopping?  Whats so important about shopping?  You can do that any
time."

``But Saturday is the only time they can all go."

``Who are `they'?"

``My new friends."

``You mean to say that you are going shopping with a bunch of girls,
and that
that is more important than going to the opening baseball game.  The
president
will be throwing out the first ball!!"

His dad looked at him like he was crazy.  Blake felt like hiding.
``Its for
the wedding.  I have to get my usher's suit.  Mrs.  O'Connor wants to
buy it
for me and they are all counting on my going."

As he was saying this, Ann came in the kitchen.  ``What this all
about?"

``Your brother would rather shop with the girls than go to the season
opener at
the ballpark."

``Jesus, what a sissy dad.  Take me.  I want to go.  I love baseball.
You'll
never catch me shopping with the girls down at the mall!"

``Don't call your brother a sissy," Blake's dad said, somewhat
unconvincingly.
``Are you sure you won't go Blake?"

``I'm sorry dad.  It's OK, take Ann, she really wants to go."

``OK Blake, but I don't know what kind of spell those girls have cast
over
you!"


4. Chapter



Saturday morning promptly at 10 Blake arrived at Kathy's house.  His
anxiety as
to what was to come this day was dispelled the moment she warmly
greeted him at
the door.  ``Come on up to my bathroom, Pamela, Janet is already
waiting for
you with a hot bubble bath!  We want to start you off nice and
relaxed!"

Blake climbed the stairs and entered the steamy bathroom.  Janet was
just
shutting off the water to the tub.  ``Come on in, Pam!" she said
excitedly
while giving him a hug.  ``Take off your clothes and get in the water.
I'm
going to give you a bath!  I don't want to get my clothes wet so I
hope you
don't mind if I undress also!" As Blake took off his shirt, pants and
socks,
Janet pulled off her top and wiggled out of her blue jeans.  They were
both
then wearing their bras and panties.  With a little giggle at each
other they
unfastened their bras and hung them on hooks on the back of the door
along with
the rest of their clothes.  ``I'll leave my panties on, since I'm
having my
period now," Janet said.  Blake then climbed out of his panties and
stepped
into the water.  He was swallowed up in the thick layer of perfumey
suds.
Janet leaned down on her knees outside the tub next to him.  Blake
noticed the
prominent nipples of her breasts which were just at eye level only a
foot away
from him.  He looked coyly at Janet and she laughed and said, ``why
are you
blushing Pamela?"

``Oh, nothing."

``Are you excited about your big day?" He nodded his head and looked
up at her
eyes.  She was extraordinarily pretty.  Her eyes captivated Blake with
their
warmth.  ``First thing is to shampoo your hair." She squirted some
very
fragrant shampoo out of a bottle into her hand and then lathered up
Blakes
hair.  Her breasts bounced slightly as she ran her firm fingers into
his scalp.
While she did this she told him all about bubble baths; about the
foaming beads
she had put in the water to give it a sexy oily feeling.  She told him
how
girls love to lie back in the fragrant water and let their skin soften
by
soaking up the bathing oils.

Dreamily she said, ``you have such nice thick hair, Pamela.  When it
is long, I
know I'm going to be so jealous of you."

``Why Janet?"

``Because my hair is too wispy."

``Oh, no, I think your hair is really beautiful."

``Well, I have to work hard to get it to look full bodied.  Now, let
me rinse
the shampoo out." Janet picked up a hand held nozzle, turned on the
water and
proceeded to take the soap out of Blake's hair.  When she was all done
she
squirted some water in his face that made him laugh.  ``Now turn the
other way
and let me wash off your back." She picked up a loofa and gently
washed his
back.  He helped her by getting on all fours, and she washed around
his bottom
and `clit'.  ``It looks like you have some leg hair that I'll have to
shave.
It's not too much, but girls really should have smooth legs." After
directing
him to raise his leg out of the water and resting his heel on the
side, she
took a round, bright purple Flicker razor and proceeded to shave his
legs
smooth.  ``I'm also going to take a bit off from your underarms and
your face."
She delicately used the razor to cut off any hairs she could find.
When she
was done she raised the drain stop and then rinsed Blake off with the
hose
while he stood in the tub.

When he stepped out she wrapped a large pink towel around him just
under his
arms, and tied a smaller pink towel around his head to dry his hair.
Then she
called to Kathy in the next room that they were ready.  Kathy came in
carrying
a paper bag.  ``So, are we all ready to become a lovely girl?" she
asked Blake.
``Here is a clean pair of my panties which you can borrow for today."

Blake took the delicate pair of pale pink nylon lycra bikini panties
and put
them on.  ``These have high cut sides and a full back," she said.  ``I
like the
way they look on you Pam."

Kathy then reached into the bag and took out two boxes which she put
down on
the counter.  Opening one of them, Blake saw that it held a single
breast form.
Kathy took it out and held it up to Blakes chest.  ``Oh look, Janet
its just
the perfect color for Pamela." Indeed, the breast coloration seemed
identical
to Blake's pale skinned chest.  ``Pamela, these are the newest
development in
mastectomy breast forms; they are so life-like that they are hard to
tell from
the real thing.  To put it on, we use a little coating of this special
kind of
glue, which will hold the form in place for about a week.  If you want
to get
it off before then you just have to apply a bit of rubbing alcohol to
the sides
of it, which then works its way underneath dissolving the glue and
then it
falls right off.  The glue itself is made from a vegetable base and is
completely non-toxic.  There is also another wonderful feature, which
has just
been developed for these forms.  I'll show you as we put them on."

Kathy then applied some glue to the bottom of the form.  ``Pamela, you
see
there is a little clip on the back of the form which you have to make
sure goes
right over your nipple when you put it on." She placed the form
against Blake's
chest while demonstrating how the clip worked.  The form was a little
cold but
his body quickly adjusted to the temperature.  Though it was just an A
cup
size, slightly smaller than Janet's breasts, it stood out noticeably
from his
otherwise flat chest.  The breast had a large life like nipple which
also stood
out prominently.  After holding the breast against him for a minute,
Kathy said
that the glue was now set, and the breast would be securely on.  She
then
repeated the procedure with the other breast.  When she was done,
Janet applied
some powder to the area around his breasts so that any trace of the
artificiality of his breasts was hidden.

Finally, Kathy said, ``Look in the mirror Pamela!  Now, you are really
Pamela!"

The image greeting Blake in the mirror was of a very pretty young
girl's chest.
Not very buxom, but sweet looking and delicate.  Blake's eyes welled
up with
tears.  ``I can't thank you enough."

``Pamela, we haven't even shown you the best part yet!"

She reached over and gently squeezed the nipples of his two breasts.
``Wow, I
feel like my nipples are being touched!"

``You see Pamela, these breast forms have a built in device which
translates
any squeezing of the nipples down to your own.  So for example,
suppose a boy
was fondling you, assuming you wanted him to!, then you would get all
the
pleasure just like we do.  Here, feel this!"

Kathy gently rolled her fingers around the nipples and Blake started
to feel
waves of pleasure.  He began softly moaning.  ``OK, enough of that for
now!"
Kathy said, ``We still have a few more important things to do before
the rest
of the girls get here!"

Kathy and Janet had Blake sit down in front of a mirrored vanity in
the outer
part of the bathroom.  The breasts tugged on his chest and swayed
slightly as
he moved.  While he propped his feet up on a stool they applied a
coating of
pearly pink nail polish to his toe nails.  While this was drying they
took his
hands and proceeded to manicure his nails and apply the same pink nail
polish.
His nails had grown out a bit, so with the glossy pink polish, his
already
rather delicate hands looked very feminine.  The two girls then took a
small
scissor and trimmed Blake's eyebrows so that they were relatively thin
and
feminine.  Kathy then produced one of her old white A cup bras and
watched with
crossed fingers as Blake put it on hoping that it would fit.
Fortunately, it
was just a tiny bit tight, but not unattractive.  Blake's breasts
filled out
the cups and he could see his new nipples poking up beneath the bra
material.
While he was doing this, Janet had retrieved her bra and had put it
on, as well
as the rest of her clothes.

Kathy gave Blake one of her old white pull-over tops to wear.  It was
a little
snug, so his breasts projected out distinctly from his chest giving
him quite a
nice figure.  She said, ``considering all the trying on that you'll
have to do
today, its best that you wear a skirt which you can easily unbutton.
I've got
just the perfect one for you, but first put on your pantyhose and this
slip."
She gave Blake the pantyhose he had worn the other night and a white
half slip.
He sat down on the stool and put the pantyhose on.  He could see his
pink
toenails lined up neatly under the stocking.  Janet noticed him
admiring that
and said, ``it makes a girl feel really grown up when she knows that
she has to
wear stockings or pantyhose."

``I know what you mean Janet.  I feel like I'm almost a woman now."
When Kathy
came back she was holding a pink wrap-around skirt which he then put
on with
her help.

The girls then applied rouge to Blake's cheeks, mascara to his eye
lashes and
showed him how to put lipstick on.  They brought out the wig and
helped him
place it securely on his head and then brushed it until it had the
right look.
Kathy got out two silver rings with large glittering stones and put
them on
Blake's fingers, one on each hand.  She also put a tennis bracelet
around his
wrist and a thin gold necklace with a cameo dangling from it around
his neck.
``Now, the last thing is your purse and shoes." Kathy went to her room
and came
back with a pair of white ankle strap pumps and a white purse with a
shoulder
strap.  Blake put the shoes on and slung the purse strap over his
shoulder.
Kathy and Janet exclaimed with excitement, ``Oh, you're just so
perfect
looking!  This turned out better than we had ever hoped.  I'm sure
that you
were really meant to be a girl!" Kathy said.  `I'm even jealous of how
you
look" teased Janet.  ``After you get some really pretty clothes today
you are
just going to be a terrible boy killer." The three of them laughed
with
excitement.

Just that moment, they heard the doorbell and Kathy said, ``Pamela,
why don't
you answer the door and let the other girls in!"

Blake nodded in agreement and he went down the stairs with Kathy and
Janet
following him.  He opened the door and there stood Penny, Karen and
Amy, who
took one look at Blake and burst out into excited comments, ``Oh, how
adorable!," ``How sexy and pretty your are, Pamela," ``My goodness,
what a
pretty face and figure, and Oh look at your pretty pink nails" and
``How grown
up you are, now." Blake pirroutted once and excitedly gave each of the
girls a
hug.

``What's all the commotion?," Mrs.  O'Connor said as she came to the
foyer from
the kitchen.  She was wearing just a short pale yellow nightie with
matching
panties.  ``Oh, how marvelous!" she exclaimed when she saw Blake.
``Bl..., I
mean Pamela, I can't believe what a pretty girl you are now!  Come let
me look
at you.  Such a pretty face and look at that bust of yours, you've
become such
a big girl!  The boys are just going to die when they see you."

The girls and Mrs.  O'Connor gazed admiringly at Blake as he stood
holding his
hands together in front of him and shyly swayed back and forth.  ``I
can't get
over what a girl you are, Pamela," Mrs.  O'Connor said.  Just as
pretty as any
of the members of the Girls-Only Club.  And you move so gracefully and
feminine.  Take off your blouse so I can see how your breasts look."

Shyly in front of all the girls and Mrs.  O'Connor, Blake lifted off
his top
revealing his bra with his new breasts in it.  ``My, my, my," Mrs.
O'Connor
said, ``what a darling chest!  Your breasts look so natural in that
bra!  Turn
sideways and raise your arms.  Thats it, lift up your hair off your
back.  My,
isn't that so feminine, with your bra strap running across your back,
and your
breasts bulging out from your bra!  And look how your nipples are so
stiff."

Blake walked back and forth demonstrating how much he had learned
about having
girlish mannerisms.  His hips gently swayed as he walked over to the
sofa and
he sat down gracefully, while tucking his skirt under himself and then
crossing
his legs.  Mrs.  O'Connor walked over and sat down next to him and
commended
the girls on their choice of makeup.

``Mom," Kathy said, ``go ahead and touch Pam's breasts." Mrs. O'Connor
gently
took hold of one of his breasts.  With her fingers she pushed against
the
nipple through the bra and immediately Blake let out a soft moan.
``You see,
Mom, he has the new breasts which transfer the feeling right through."

``They certainly are effective!" She kept on slowly massaging Blake's
nipples
while she spoke with the girls.  Blake felt the pleasure increasing
until he
closed his eyes and fell into a trance.

Karen noticed Blake's expression and said, ``Pamela is going to be
helpless
around the guys.  Any guy who gets his hand inside her blouse is going
to get
her to melt!" Everyone laughed as Blake sat there contentedly.

``Well we have a busy day ahead of us," Mrs.  O'Connor said
interrupted Blake's
reverie, ``I had better go upstairs and get dressed!"

``Mom," Kathy said, ``today is the start of Pam's very first period,
and she
needs someone to teach her all about using pads and tampons."

``Oh, I see what you mean," Mrs.  O'Connor winked at the girls, ``I
could show
Pamela what to do just like I showed you and your sister when you were
pre-teens.  Let me take her up to my room while I get dressed and I'll
give her
a lesson.  We should be ready to leave for the mall in half an hour."

Blake put back on his top and then Mrs.  O'Connor escorted him up to
her room.
On the way up the stairs, Beth was coming down to have breakfast.  It
was the
first time Blake had seen her and she was every bit as beautiful as
her
photograph.  ``Well if it isn't the Girls-Only Club!", Beth said
seeing the
other girls coming up the stairway behind Blake.  ``And this must be
Pamela!
I've heard so much about the newest member of the club.  My god,
you're even
prettier than Kathy and mom were telling me.  Oh, and look at her
blushing!
Pam, may I call you Pam?, You're just so precious.  Brad and I can't
thank you
enough for agreeing to be a bridesmaid at our wedding!"

It was clear that Beth had no idea that Pamela was really a boy, and
if Blake
had any fears of passing in public as a girl, they were immediately
dispelled
by Beth's reaction.  ``I can't wait to go."

``Did your family just move to town?  I can't remember ever hearing
Kathy or
the other girls talk about you until just recently."

Blake was caught by surprise, but luckily Mrs.  O'Connor intervened
quickly,
``Pam's family is new to town.  Its just amazing how fast she became
friends
with the club members.  They just really hit it off great."

``Well, you probably will have to have the bridesmaid dress altered a
bit,
since Pamela is a few inches taller than Brad's cousin."

``That's one of the things we were planning to do today." Mrs.
O'Connor said,
``and I think we had better get a move on it!"

With that she continued on up the stairs, and led Blake into her
bedroom and
shut the door behind them.  She had a large spacious bedroom with a
private
bath just like Kathy's.  ``I'm going to pretend that you are either
Kathy or
Beth to make it easier for me to talk to you about periods.  OK?"
Blake nodded
his agreement.

``Now, your period is nothing for you to be frightened about.  I
realize that
you will see some blood coming out, but this is just nature's way of
getting
you ready to have babies.  All girls experience some cramping and
maybe other
symptoms like headache and irritability so don't be alarmed if any of
these
things happen to you."

``I won't Mrs.  O'Connor."

She led Blake into the bathroom and reached into a cabinet and took
out a large
package of maxipads.  ``Here, take one of these," she said offering
the box to
Blake.  He reached in and took out one of the pads which were
individually
wrapped in pink plastic pouches.  ``Now I'll teach you how to use this
to catch
the blood.  First let me show you how I wear them.  I'm near the end
of my
period and am wearing one right now.  First you sit down on the toilet
seat."
Mrs.  O'Connor sat down and lifted up her short nightie and pulled
down her
panties revealing a pad with some traces of blood in it.  ``You see,
there
isn't much blood here, not enough to change pads yet.  See how the pad
is held
in my panties?  Now you sit down and see if you can put in a pad."

Blake walked over to the toilet and was immediately confused as to
whether he
should lift his skirt up or take it off before sitting down.  ``What
should I
do?  Take off my skirt or lift it up?"

``Well Pamela you can do which ever is most comfortable depending on
the
outfit.  If you are careful you can just lift up your skirt, but make
sure you
don't get any blood on it!  That would be very embarrassing!  If that
doesn't
seem possible then you can take it off."

Blake decided he would try lifting up the skirt.  He raised it from
the bottom
over his waist and then realized he had to get the slip also.  This he
managed
to also pick up.  Then holding the skirt and slip up in one hand, he
used his
other to lower his pantyhose and panties until they were down to his
knees.  He
then sat down on the seat.

``Now open up one of the pouches."

Blake did as he was instructed and took out a long white pad folded in
three
sections with a strip of wax paper covering some adhesive.  ``Now
remember to
save the pouch so that you can dispose of the used pad when done.  Now
pull off
the strip and carefully place the pad in your panties." Mrs.  O'Connor
guided
Blakes hand so that the pad was positioned in just the right place.
``Now
press it in firmly.  Very good.  I think you've got the hang of it.
It'll take
a little getting used to wearing it.  For example, you'll feel the
lump of the
pad in your panties pressing against your vagina while you walk.  But
eventually you'll be entirely accustomed to it."

``I think I understand how to use the pads.  I guess I should carry a
few in my
purse?"

``Yes, of course.  And you realize that you can use some of the
thinner pads
when you think that your period might be about to start.  That way you
won't
have an accident.  At night, there are some really large pads that you
can use
to catch the heavy bleeding that you might have over a long period."

``But what about tampons?  When are they used?"

``Obviously, you can't use them, but I agree that you should know
about them
since all girls do.  Kathy and the other younger girls usually use
these, so
why don't I ask if one of them would come in here and give you a
lesson on
them."

Mrs.  O'Connor left to go to Kathy's room to speak to the girls.

``Pamela needs to learn about tampons, and we are wondering if any of
you are
having your period now and could give her a little demonstration?"

``Mrs.  O'Connor, I'm wearing one right now and I was going to be
changing it
soon," Penny said.  ``I'll be happy to show Pam what to do."

``Me too," said Janet.  ``I'll come along also."

With this, Penny, Janet and Mrs.  O'Connor went back to Blake who was
still
sitting on the toilet seat.

``You can pull up your panties and pantyhose, Pamela, I think we are
all done
with the pads." Mrs.  O'Connor said.

``OK," Blake said as he got up and did as she said.  ``I can feel the
pad.  But
its not uncomfortable."

``Good.  They really aren't that much of a nuisance.  Now Penny and
Janet are
each going to show you how they use tampons."

Penny unzipped her jeans and slid them down her legs revealing her
delicate
white panties.  She lowered these and then sat down on the toilet
seat.  Blake
could see her pubic hair with a white string dangling out.  ``See, the
first
thing I do is pull out the old tampon using this string.  Why don't
you do it,
Pam, so you can see what it feels like."

Very gingerly, Blake took hold of the string and pulled it.  The
tampon didn't
move.  ``It won't move!"

``Yes it will if you give it more force.  Don't be afraid to really
pull on
it."

This time Blake pulled harder and it started to move out.  ``Its
moving!" Blake
cried and the two girls and Mrs.  O'Connor laughed.  He kept on
pulling until
it suddenly came out.  It was covered with a little blood and Penny
quickly
covered it with tissue paper.  ``Now we just put that in the trash,
never in
the toilet.  Now I take a new tampon and put it in." She took a tampon
out of
her purse, took off the wrapper and handed it to Blake to look at.
`You see it
has an applicator which you put into your vagina and then push out the
tampon
into yourself, leaving the string to dangle outside." She proceeded to
insert
it and with expert fingers was done in a couple of seconds.  ``Now you
can
throw out the applicator."

``Why don't you try the whole procedure on me," said Janet.  ``I'll
just sit
here and you do everything."

``OK, I'll try it." Penny stood up and pulled back up her panties and
jeans.
Then Janet unzipped her pants, pulled them down with her panties and
sat on the
seat with her legs spread wide.  Blake then very delicately kneeled in
front of
her and pulled out the tampon, put it in some tissue and threw it out.
Then he
took a fresh tampon and inserted it slowly into Janet's vagina.

Janet winced slightly and Blake said with some alarm, ``I'm not
hurting you am
I?"

``No, no, Blake, its just very sensitive, particularly when someone
else is
touching my vagina.  You must know that also!"

The tampon applicator was now half in and Blake continued pushing on
it.
Finally it reached the right spot and Janet said, ``that's perfect!
Now push
in the tampon and take out the applicator." Blake did as he was told
and then
with evident pride said, ``OK, all done.  I'm so happy I didn't hurt
you!"

``You really are a fast learner Pamela.  Someday, maybe you will
actually be
using tampons instead of pads!  For example, if you want to go
swimming during
your period they are essential."

Mrs.  O'Connor added, ``Of course, girls tend to check up on their
pads when
they go to the bathroom.  And I suppose you realize that from now on
you have
to pee sitting down just like a girl!  You must remember to clean off
your
vagina with some tissue paper after you pee.  Do you have to pee now?
If so,
we can make sure you do it right."

Blake nodded his head yes.

``Good.  Now you can also show the girls how you have learned to lift
up your
skirt." Blake repeated his earlier lesson by raising his skirt and sat
down
again on the toilet.  He sat there for a minute or two trying to pee
with the
two girls and Mrs.  O'Connor watching him.

``Well, Pamela, do you have to pee or not.  Hurry up now." Mrs.
O'Connor said.

``I'm trying," Blake said.

Mrs.  O'Connor started talking to the two girls about school, in
particular
whether they had heard about the results of the tryouts for the
cheerleading
squad which had just been held.  All the girls in the club had
auditioned.
After another minute Karen, Kathy and Amy came into the room to see
what was
happening.  Blake sat there on the toilet trying desperately to pee
with now
all five girls and Mrs.  O'Connor standing next to him.

``How was your lesson Pamela?," asked Karen.

``I think I understand what to do with my pads.  Mrs.  O'Connor was
just
teaching me how to pee like a girl."

``Yes, come on now Pamela, we don't have all day!" Mrs.  O'Connor
said.

``I'm sorry.  I'm trying to go and I know that I have to go.  It'll be
just a
minute more."

The girls and Mrs.  O'Connor resumed their conversation and Blake felt
even
more frustrated.  The urge to pee was increasing at the same time as
his
`clitoris' had developed a very large erection.  He was embarrassed
that the
girls were being held up waiting for him.

After several more minutes the conversation lulled and everyone turned
their
attention to Blake.  He sat there surrounded by all the girls and Mrs.
O'Connor.  He now felt a tremendous desire to pee and at the same time
his
penis had become very hard and he had no hope of peeing.  He sensed
the
impatience of everyone, whom he was holding up from starting the days
activities.  He was sweating and felt hot with his skirt and slip
bunched up
around him.  He could feel his bra sticking to his skin from
perspiration.  The
seconds ticked off in silence.

``I'm trying to go I really am," he said frantically.

``We really do have to be going," Mrs.  O'Connor said.  ``Why don't
you get up
and let me pee, so I can get dressed.  Then you can try again."

As Blake reached between his legs to pull up his panties and
pantyhose, the
slight pressure on his penis caused him to explode in an
uncontrollable orgasm.
He grabbed his penis as the cum shot out in rapid pulses into his
hand,
narrowly missing his clothes or any of the girls.  The pleasure he
felt was
extraordinarily intense, and he gasped loudly while shouting, ``Oh, my
God,...,I'm sorry...I don't know what happened to me!"

The girls were at first stunned by the sudden excitement but then had
to fight
to suppress giggles as Blake frantically attempted to keep his cum
from
dripping down onto his clothes.

``Oh, you poor poor dear," Mrs.  O'Connor exclaimed.  ``We didn't
realize that
you were so frightened about peeing in front of us." She quickly
pulled out a
tissue from a dispenser and proceeded to clean up around Blake's
thighs and
penis.  Then she turned on the faucet and led Blake over to the sink
to wash
off his hands.  ``Kathy, help Pamela get straightened up so I can get
ready to
go."

Kathy took Blake by the hand and led him to Mrs.  O'Connor's bed where
she
helped him pull up his panties and pantyhose, and then smoothed out
his slip
and skirt.  She got a hairbrush and straightened out his hair.

He could see Mrs.  O'Connor sitting on the toilet and in a second he
heard her
release a confident stream of pee into the bowl.

``Don't be upset Pamela," Kathy said, ``some girls are very shy about
peeing in
front of others.  I've even heard that in Japan many of the girls
purposefully
keep flushing the toilets so no one can hear them peeing.  Its a
terrible waste
of water!"

``I guess I've got just so much to learn.  I don't know if I'm ever
going to be
a girl."

Kathy sat down next to Blake and put her arm over his shoulder.
``There, there
Pamela, these are just your very first days of being a girl.  Don't be
upset.
I'm sure that in the weeks and months ahead your going to find
yourself to be
quite the young lady."

``I hope so."

Mrs.  O'Connor now came into the bedroom to get dressed.  ``Come on
Pamela, you
must forget about what happened.  Why don't you help me choose an
outfit for
today."

``OK, Mrs.  O'Connor," Blake said getting up.

``First we have to pick out a bra and panties from my drawer." She
pointed to
the second drawer of her dresser.  Blake opened it up and saw that it
was
filled with several piles of bras on one side and panties on the
other.

She took off her nightie and its matching panties and place them on
the bed and
came back to stand next to Blake totally naked.  He couldn't help but
notice
her exquisite figure and large breasts topped with nipples almost as
large as
those on a baby bottle.  He felt his heart racing as she said, ``what
do you
think?  Perhaps the light blue bra?"

Blake saw the bra in question and picked it up.  ``Yes, it is nice."
The bra
had very large cups like his mom's bras, but must have been much more
expensive
since the cups were entirely lace and very shear.  Part way down the
panty pile
he saw a light blue pair and asked, ``are those the matching panties?"

``Yes they are."

``Oh, good then this is the perfect set to wear today."

``Help me on with the bra."

Blake arranged the bra and held it out for Mrs.  O'Connor to slip her
arms
through it.  She then turned around and Blake clipped the back on the
first set
of hooks.

``No, it should go in the middle hooks."

``I'm sorry," Blake said as he adjusted the straps.  He then gave her
the
panties which she stepped into and pulled up.

``I think I'll wear jeans today and you can select a blouse for me
from the
next drawer down." She put on a pair of jeans she had hanging over the
end of a
chair while Blake closed the bra and panty drawer and opened the next
one.  On
the right was stockings and pantyhose and on the left a neat pile of
tops.  He
saw that there was a light blue one which he took out and gave to Mrs.
O'Connor.  She put it on and tucked the blouse into her pants.

``How do I look?"

``Oh, so very pretty Mrs.  O'Connor.  Just beautiful!"

``So, I'll just put on some shoes and we'll all be ready to go to the
mall!"


5. Chapter



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!

          **********************************************************

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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