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WARNING ... This story contains graphic descriptions of sex among
adults, pre-teens, & children, between adults, pre-teens, & children.  If you
find this offensive stop reading now.
 
This story is entirely fictional and any similarity between persons
and events depicted in it and actual persons and events is purely
coincidental.  The story is pure fantasy and none of the events
described herein are practiced, advocated or condoned by the author.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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!"


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From an162461@anon.penet.fi Sat Jan 13 00:43:29 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg
Subject: Repost TG: The Girls-Only Club by Pamela Chapter 2 (1/1)
From: an162461@anon.penet.fi (Nostrumo)
Date: Sat, 13 Jan 1996 06:43:29 UTC

Hi.

  Here come the recently posted chapters of 'The Girls-Only Club by Pamela'. 
These four chapters describe how Blake (our hero(ine)) got aquainted
with the Club, how he became a mebmber, what conditions he had to
fullfill and how he had to live with his feeling among his family. 

  As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

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2 _The_Girls-Only_Club______________________________________________by_Pamela_



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.

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From an162461@anon.penet.fi Sat Jan 13 00:49:18 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg
Subject: Repost TG: The Girls-Only Club by Pamela Chapter 3 (1/1)
From: an162461@anon.penet.fi (Nostrumo)
Date: Sat, 13 Jan 1996 06:49:18 UTC

Hi.

  Here come the recently posted chapters of 'The Girls-Only Club by Pamela'. 
These four chapters describe how Blake (our hero(ine)) got aquainted
with the Club, how he became a mebmber, what conditions he had to
fullfill and how he had to live with his feeling among his family. 

  As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cut here with a sharp knife <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
 The_Girls-Only_Club______________________________________________by_Pamela_ 3


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!"

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From an162461@anon.penet.fi Sat Jan 13 00:40:41 1996
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Subject: Repost TG: The Girls-Only Club by Pamela Chapter 4 (revised) (1/1)
From: an162461@anon.penet.fi (Nostrumo)
Date: Sat, 13 Jan 1996 06:40:41 UTC

Hi.

  Here come the recently posted chapters of 'The Girls-Only Club by Pamela'. 
These four chapters describe how Blake (our hero(ine)) got aquainted
with the Club, how he became a mebmber, what conditions he had to
fullfill and how he had to live with his feeling among his family. 

  This chapter is a revised one, cause Pamela feeled a little bit uneasy about the escaped of Mrs. O'Conner. I hope you will approve this revision.

  As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

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4 _The_Girls-Only_Club______________________________________________by_Pamela_



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!"
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From an162461@anon.penet.fi Sat Jan 13 00:44:35 1996
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Subject: NEW TG: The Girls-Only Club by Pamela Chapter 5 (1/1)
From: an162461@anon.penet.fi (Nostrumo)
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Hi.

  Well, the story about Blake and his membership in 'The Girls-Only
Club' goes on. This time we see how he manage his adventure during
shopping with the other members in the nearby mall.

  All comments are welcome since they are constructive or are more as
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5 _The_Girls-Only_Club______________________________________________by_Pamela_


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!"

End of Chapter 5
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