Problem is you have to look like a girl to belong to the club.
As a result Blake discovers his true inner self....Pamela.
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CAUTION: Part 2 of the Girls-Only Club contains extremely explicit sexual scenes and is rated XX because of this content. If you are adverse to reading this type of material, even if it is brief, please skip reading this posting of Part 2 of the story arc entirely. You have been warned. ~Sephrena.
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Acknowledgments: The Girl's Only Club was first written and posted chapter by chapter at alt.sex.stories.tg in the late 1990's. The author has long wanted to acknowledge a debt to Nostrumo who gave much pointed and useful criticisms of the chapters prior to release - saving the plot from many more bizarre excesses than it already has. His advice made this a much better story than it would have been. ~Pamela
Historical Note: This second edition of The Girl's Only Club clears up a vast number of typos, misspellings, bad punctuation, miss-named characters and so forth. Moreover, those already familiar with The Girl's Only Club will realize that some changes to the plot have been done with the most significant ones in the last chapter. In fact, the modifications are designed to make the outcome more consistent with my original plan for The Girl's Only Club than the somewhat abrupt and incomplete ending (particularly in regards to Joanna) that was originally posted. At the time, I had become convinced (wrongly) that no one was reading The Girl's Only Club, so I had ended it prematurely, and the Joanna subplot had become an unfortunate victim. This revision helps to remedy this at least in part. While an additional chapter concerned with the aftermath of Blake's transition to Pamela seems logical, it is also anti-climatic, and I prefer to let each reader imagine in their own way how things turn out for Pamela in the future. ~Pamela.
Historical Versions: Originally posted at Asstr.org in 1997 (Girls-Only Club 1 - 15), Nifty's Archive in April of 1998, Crystal's Storysite in 2002, and Fictionmania in 2011. ~Sephrena.
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Chapter 4
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 happily greeted him at the door. "Come on up to my bathroom, Janet is already waiting for you with a hot bubble bath! We want to start you off nice and fresh and smelling pretty!"
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 and gave 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 took his panties off and stepped into the water. He was swallowed up in the thick layer of perfumery 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, "are you blushing Pamela?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"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 fragrant shampoo out of a bottle into her hand and lathered up Blake's hair. Her breasts bounced slightly as she ran her firm fingers into his scalp. While she did this she talked to him about bubble baths; about the foaming beads she 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's long, I know I'm going to be jealous of you."
"Why Janet?"
"Because my hair is too wispy."
"Oh, no, I think your hair is 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 wash the soap out of Blake's hair. When she was done she squirted some water in his face that made him laugh. "Now turn the other way and let me wash your back." She picked up a loofa and gently rubbed it on his back. He helped her by getting on all fours, and she washed around his bottom and "clitoris." "It looks like you have some leg hair that I'll have to shave off. It's not too much, but girls should have smooth legs." After directing him to raise his legs out of the water and rest his heels on the sides of the tub, 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 remove any hairs she could find. When she was done she raised the drain stop and rinsed Blake off with the hose while he stood up.
She had him step out of the tub and 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 large paper bag. "So, are we ready to become a lovely girl?" she asked Blake. He nodded his head. She reached inside the bag and took out a pair of panties. "Good, here is a clean pair of my panties that 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 reached into the bag again and took out two boxes which she put 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 Blake's chest. "Look Janet, it's the perfect color for Pamela." Indeed, the breast coloration seemed identical to the shade of Blake's pale chest. "Pamela, these are the newest development in mastectomy breast forms. They're so life-like that they're hard to tell from the real thing. To put it on, you use a little coating of this special kind of glue, which holds the form in place for about a week. If you want to get it off before then you 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 demonstrate it as you put them on."
Kathy 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 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 repeated the procedure with the other breast and when she was done, Janet applied some powder to the area around the breasts so that any trace of the boundary between the breasts and his own skin was hidden.
"Finally," Kathy said, "look in the mirror Pamela! Now, you're 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!"
Kathy reached over and gently squeezed the nipples of Blake's two breasts. "Wow, I feel like my nipples are being touched!"
"You see Pamela, these breast forms have a built in device which translates 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 the pleasure just like any real girl would. Here, feel this!"
Kathy gently rolled her fingers around the nipples and Blake felt waves of pleasure and began softly moaning. "OK, enough of that for now!" Kathy said and abruptly stopped touching him. "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. Blake could not help but notice the slight tension on his chest of his new breasts as they swayed and slightly bounced as he moved. Blake propped his feet up on a stool and Kathy applied pearly pink nail polish to his toe nails. When she was done, Janet took his hands and manicured his nails and applied the same pink nail polish. His nails had grown out a bit over the past week, so with the glossy pink polish, his already rather delicate hands looked feminine. The two girls then took a small scissor and trimmed Blake's eyebrows so that they were relatively thin and girl-like. Kathy retrieved 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 unwearable. 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 put her bra back on and then the rest of her clothes.
Kathy loaned Blake a white pull-over top to wear. It was a little snug, so his breasts projected out distinctly from his chest giving him quite a nice figure. Kathy said, "considering all the trying on that you'll have to do today, it's best that you wear a skirt that 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 Blake 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 on lipstick. 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 experiment 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're 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 you are, Pamela," "My goodness, what a pretty face and figure, and look at your pretty pink nails" and "How grown up you are, now." Blake pirouetted 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 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 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. That's 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!" Mrs. O'Connor 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 interrupting 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 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 to your wedding!"
"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. It's 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're 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'll 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're 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 Blake's 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, you can use really large pads that are made for catching the heavy bleeding that you might have while you sleep."
"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. I'll be back in a sec," and Mrs. O'Connor left to go to Kathy's room to speak to the girls.
"Pamela needs to learn about tampons," she said to the girls in Kathy's room, "and she and I 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're 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 it's 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. "It's moving!" Blake cried and the 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," Blake said. 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 her tampon, put it in some tissue paper and threw it in the trash can. Then he took a fresh tampon that Janet handed to him 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, it's 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're 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 slip, lowering his pantyhose and panties and sitting 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 the girls and Mrs. O'Connor. He now felt a tremendous desire to pee and at the same time his "clitoris" 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 day's 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 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.
Blake 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. It's 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 you're 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.
Mrs. O'Connor took off her nightie and its matching panties and placed them on the bed and came back to stand next to Blake totally naked. Blake 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's 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."
"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 undid the hooks and then reattached them. He then gave Mrs. O'Connor the panties which she stepped into and pulled up her legs into place.
"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!"
"I'll just put on some shoes and we'll be ready to go to the mall!"
Chapter 5
The six members of the Girls-Only club gathered outside in the driveway next to Mrs. O'Connor's Plymouth Fury III. It was Blake's first time outdoors dressed as Pamela and he felt like the whole world was watching him. He saw a few children playing nearby and he nervously kept an eye on them in case they could see through his disguise. Surveying the girls gathered around him, he felt proud to be a member of the Girls-Only Club. He studied the way they moved so as to imitate them better. He adjusted the shoulder strap of his purse copying the way that Penny held hers. He noticed that 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.
"It's a tight squeeze, Mom, but I think we 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 laughed at the situation. Surrounded so closely by the five 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 tricked me into touching his thing!"
"You're kidding!" Karen said.
"No. He had unzipped his fly and my hand sort of went accidentally right into his pants! It was hard and poking out!"
Karen giggled as did Amy and as Amy leaned back in her seat, she turned toward to Blake and said, "you should have seen it. It seemed like the kind that a man would have."
Blake felt uneasy thinking of Billy's penis. "You weren't scared?"
"Oh, no! Boys are always trying to do stuff like that. 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's dreamy," said Janet, "lots of 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 than it was already. 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 hoped 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 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 that these feelings that only girls had formed a barrier around him that he was helpless to overcome. He was in a sense, imprisoned by his new found femininity that made him know that he would never willingly give up any of these sensations. His helplessness in the face of his desire to be feminine formed a delightful prison that he could not escape from. 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 the girls be envious of him if 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 mannequins. He gently ran his hand over the skirts feeling the 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, "so many 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 took 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're 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. After 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're so innocent. It's 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."
"You poor dear. Where would you like to begin? What kind and size of bras do you normally wear Pamela?"
"Thank you ma'am. 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 it's 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. It's a Warners Lace Dressing bra. It looks very comfortable."
Then Penny and Amy 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 appliqué 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?"
"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 the 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, "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. "It's 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.
"It's okay Pamela," Karen said. "This is why we're here, so we can help teach you about how to shop for your clothes in a large mall."
When Blake's sniffling subsided, 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 womanly with a much larger bust. Let's 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're missing!" The girls laughed at this, including Blake. "Now you have five bras to try on. Go to the fitting room over there and let's see which ones are most comfortable for you."
They walked 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're 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 give them a try 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 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 feminine. He heard Penny's voice outside the cubicle door say, "come on out and show us how it looks!" Summoning up his courage Blake 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 so she could also look at Blake. Mrs. Taylor 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 large bust completely filled the white Olga bra. "I think it's gorgeous on you. Is it comfortable?"
"Yes, it's 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 it's on!"
"I feel like this Warner's bra was made for me!" Blake exclaimed. "Now I want to try on the Olga bra, Mrs. Taylor."
Mrs. Taylor 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 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 fit her.
"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 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. That's such a pretty bra you're wearing," Janice said. "It's a Lace Textures, isn't it? That's the same new style that I want to try on." Janice held up a bra in her hands to show Mrs. O'Connor. "Do you like it?"
"Why yes I do," Mrs. O'Connor said.
"Great," Janice said, "I'll try mine on," and she went to a nearby cubicle.
"Blake has been so excited about the chance to go to the wedding," Blake's mom continued talking to Mrs. O'Connor. "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."
"That's nice. Tell him hello from us anyway."
Mrs. Taylor 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 focused 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 the other girls, but I don't seem to have seen you around town?"
"This is Pamela, a new girl from Western Maryland," 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.
Blake was stupefied that his own mother could not see through his disguise. "Thank you, ma'am." 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'm so happy this new Olga style has turned out to be a winner. Both of you ladies look exquisite," Mrs. Taylor said. Janice and Mrs. O'Connor stood next to each other wearing the same style bra. Blake's small chest seemed petite and juvenile in comparison.
"Have you met Pamela? She's new in town." Blake's 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. "It's 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 ma'am."
Blake turned and went back into the cubicle where he sat down and shook 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 to Janice and Blake's mom. After Blake 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?" The door of the cubicle opened and Mrs. O'Connor came in wearing her new Olga bra. "You poor girl. It did look like Janice recognized you. Do you think she'll 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're 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 have bows in the center!"
"Only you would notice that Pamela!" Kathy laughed.
"The panties you're 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 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 said, "just fine, a really nice assortment dear. I think you're 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 to a circular rack containing both half and full slips in mainly white, beige and black colors. "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 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 paid for the bras, panties and slips using her credit card. They were 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'm 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're 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're 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's 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 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'm very sorry. She doesn't know you as well as the girls and I do. You're so feminine to us that it's even funny to think of you attempting to be a boy. It's in your nature to be dressed as prettily as possible and we still believe it's 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're 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!!" the girls said in unison. "Don't give old Mrs. Taylor a second thought!"
Chapter 6
Mrs. O'Connor suggested that they pay a visit to the ladies room and then have a bite to eat before resuming their shopping. Blake was in a dire need to have his makeup fixed after the crying he had done that morning. Though shaken by Mrs. Taylor's condemnation, he felt cheered by the thought that even she had to admit that, physically, he was a more than passable girl. In fact he felt truly feminine as he walked through the store in his skirt and blouse, holding his purse, feeling the swish of his pantyhose as each leg slid against the other. He looked down and watched as his skirt billowed around him and saw his breasts gently swaying, and the cameo on his necklace lightly bounce back and forth in his cleavage. He felt excited at the beautiful bras, panties and slips that he had bought, and he couldn't wait to spend a day wearing each of them in turn. Most especially, he enjoyed being just one of the girls walking together with Karen, Kathy, Amy, Janet, Penny and Mrs. O'Connor.
He saw several men admire his figure as he walked by. A young electrician working on a display even went so far as to smile invitingly at him. Blake noticed the bulging biceps in his tee shirt and his handsome face with sandy blonde hair. He thought to himself, "that must be the type of guy who'll really make me feel like a girl." The other girls had noticed him too, because Amy whispered conspiratorially to him, "Isn't he cute!" and Blake, laughing said, "and how!"
He felt womanly and happy and excited at the thought of being on the girl's side of the divide between men and women. He belonged to the girl's side that was for sure and boys and men would now be the objects of his desire, no different than the desires of the other girls in the club. At these moments he felt sure that he was making good progress in learning to think and act like a girl. Eventually, he would never make mistakes as he done with Mrs. Taylor. The more he practiced the quicker the transformation would be.
When they reached the bathroom and were about to enter the door marked "WOMEN" they saw a group of boys coming from the other direction heading toward the MEN's room. Among them was Clifford, who recognized them. He said, "hi Mrs. O'Connor. I see you and the girls are doing some shopping today." He pointed to the shopping bag of bras, panties and slips that Amy was holding for Blake.
The tone in Clifford's voice made it clear that he was putting on a show for the sake of Mrs. O'Connor. Some of the boys giggled behind him.
"And what about you Clifford"," Mrs. O'Connor said. "why are you spending this nice day shopping indoors?"
"Oh, no ma'am. Me and the other guys just need to use the John," Clifford said.
"Well we don't want to stop you if you're in a hurry," Amy said.
"We wouldn't want an accident" Karen said. The girls laughed at this except Blake, who was worried that Clifford would recognize him.
Clifford ignored the joke and said, "who's your friend? I haven't seen her around town." He was directly facing Blake, and showed no signs of recognizing him.
"This is Pamela, a new girl in town. Pamela, this is the one and only Clifford," Karen said sarcastically.
"Pamela, what a pretty name to fit such a pretty girl." He took a step closer and extended his hand for Blake to shake.
Blake, completely flustered by the attention, blushed and delicately offered his hand, which Clifford took and shook once up and down.
"So where do you live?"
Amy intervened quickly, "Clifford why are you being so nosy? Show some manners."
Clifford pretended he didn't hear and kept his gaze fixed on Blake. "You know you're real cute Pamela."
Blake blushed even more. He was under Clifford's control and didn't know what to say. He glanced into Clifford's eyes and tried to return his gaze. He saw Clifford's eyes dart down and look at his chest, and then again at his skirt and pantyhosed legs. "I'd like to call you up some time."
Blake was starting to say, "thank you," when Mrs. O'Connor put a sudden end to the encounter. "There'll be plenty of time for getting to know one another some other day. The girls and I have to powder our noses and Clifford, you and the boys can take care of your business over there." Mrs. O'Connor turned and opened the door to the women's bathroom and the girls followed her inside. Amy put her arm around Blake's waist and led him toward the door.
"One second, Pamela" Clifford said. Blake stopped and looked at him. "I really do want to call you some time."
Blake noticed that Clifford's eyes were blue, and he had to admit that in spite of his being basically a cretin, he had a certain male virility that attracted him. There seemed to be almost a hunger in Clifford's eyes, like he wanted to ravish Blake's body. Blake felt like a deer frozen in a car's headlights. He felt the tug of Amy and turned to leave saying, "I've got to check my make up. It was nice meeting you."
Just as he stepped into the bathroom, he faintly heard one of the boys saying to Clifford, "did you see the tits on her?" and then heard Clifford say, "yeah I'm going to get my hand in Pamela's bra one day."
There were a few other ladies in the bathroom when Blake and his friends entered. Two women were in the powder room area checking on their makeup in front of large mirrors. Beyond this, in an adjoining room were four stalls in a row. One was occupied and Amy indicated to Blake that he should take the one on the end. Just before entering it she whispered to him that he should probably change his pad. While Blake entered the stall, Amy entered the one next to him and Mrs. O'Connor entered the third one.
Blake shut the door behind him. He saw that it had a hook upon which to hang his purse. Turning around, he saw that there was a small closed container next to the toilet which he assumed was meant for his used pad. There was also a dispenser on the side of the stall which was filled with new pads. He raised his skirt and slip and lowered his pantyhose and panties and sat on the seat which appeared to be very clean. He could hear Amy pull down her jeans as well as Mrs. O'Connor pull down hers. Within a second both of them were peeing loudly into the water. He was scared that he would have trouble going pee, like before, but fortunately the woman in the other stall suddenly flushed the toilet and it provided enough of a diversion that he found himself peeing also. He aimed his stream into the water so it sounded like the other women. He felt proud of himself for getting over his shyness. He heard Amy take a long piece of bathroom tissue to clean herself with and then Mrs. O'Connor do the same. Then Amy flushed the toilet and then Mrs. O'Connor.
One of the other girls entered the available stall and he heard her pull down her jeans and start to pee as well. He took off his old pad and took a new one from the dispenser. After opening up the plastic wrapper, he put the old one into it and then raised up the lid of the garbage container. He saw that there were several other used pads in there, mostly in wrappers, but one was just folded over and there was some dried blood on the edge. He threw his old pad away and closed the lid. Then he placed the new pad in his panties, flushed the toilet and lifted up his panties and pantyhose. He adjusted his slip and skirt until he felt comfortable.
He stepped out and smiled at Mrs. O'Connor and Amy who had been waiting to make sure he was OK. After they washed their hands, they walked to the outer section where Amy and Mrs. O'Connor had Blake sit down next to them in front of the makeup counter. Blake saw Mrs. O'Connor and Amy take compacts out of their purses. He looked in his purse and saw that Penny had put one in there for him. He took it out and opened it up, seeing a small mirror, a lipstick, a slot with a brush and some pads of make up. Amy, sitting next to him, whispered to him to imitate what she was doing.
Thus he took out the little brush and gently dabbed some additional powder on his cheeks. Then he took out the lipstick and put a new layer on his lips, puckering and rolling them together like he saw Amy and Mrs. O'Connor doing. He found a brush in his purse and touched up his hair with it. Then he stood up daintily as a couple of older women entered the bathroom.
"Molly we're in luck. Here is a sweet young girl," one of the women said to the other, smiling brightly at Blake. "Young lady, we're having a bit of a problem. It seems that my earring fell out and I just caught it before I lost it. But it has an unusual clasp which I need some young hands and eyes to get it back on properly. Would you be so kind as to help?"
"Sure ma'am," Blake said shyly. The woman gave him the earring and he studied it for a second to figure out how it worked. It had a pin which had to fit through the ear hole and then clip into a mechanism on the other side. "I think I see how it goes. Here let me try."
He oriented the pin correctly and bent close to the woman's ear and gently held up the earring to put it on. His movements were delicate and as feminine as he could make them.
When he was done he said, "there, I think I've got it on right!"
The woman said, "yes you've done such a nice job. I can't thank you enough."
Then the woman named Molly said, "you're such a dear. Such a fine young lady, with such a pretty figure. What a lovely shade of nail polish. What's your name?"
Blushing, Blake said, "Pamela."
The woman continued, saying, "doing some spring shopping today?"
Blake nodded his head yes and said, "yes I bought a few bras and panties and some slips." He indicated the bag which he had taken from Amy.
"Let's see what you bought."
Blake took out the bras that were wrapped in tissue paper. He lifted up the paper and showed the collection to the ladies.
"My, my don't you have a fancy taste in bras."
"I've got an Olga bra and some others, and oh, yes I got some Maidenforms. I think they're the most comfortable, and I really like the way they're decorated with lace."
"Oh, they look very pretty. It's so nice to meet a young girl who loves lacy things, isn't it Grace. When we were young, all the girls wore lace corsets and elaborate frilly bras under their clothes. Nowadays, it's so sad that many girls are trying to wear what looks like boy's underwear!"
Mrs. O'Connor and the girls had now joined Blake and had introduced themselves. The two ladies, Molly and Grace, were sisters and lived in the wealthiest part of town on a famous Victorian estate.
After a few minutes Mrs. O'Connor announced that, "we've got to get some lunch and then buy Pamela a few more things,"
"I have to buy some stockings and dresses," Blake said.
"Yes, dresses and skirts, that's what girls used to wear, before the days of jeans," Grace said and looked down at the jeans being worn by Mrs. O'Connor and the other girls as if to emphasize her point.
"Here, let me give you our address," Molly said, "we would love to have you come for a ladies tea some afternoon. We could show you some of our old clothes. There may be some things you would like to wear."
The woman wrote out an address and phone number and told Blake that he must not forget to call them and come by for a visit.
"Thank you ma'am, I think I would like to visit you very much." Blake said affectionately.
"Your daughter is such a sweet thing. You should be proud," Molly said to Mrs. O'Connor.
"Thank you. I'm very proud of Pamela" Mrs. O'Connor said. "It was nice meeting you."
Then the two women gave Blake a kiss on the cheek and proceeded into the bathroom. The Girls-Only club members left the women's room giggling and Blake said, "they thought I was your daughter Mrs. O'Connor!"
"Yes, I know. In a sense I think you are, so I didn't want to tell them otherwise. Let's get some lunch now!"
"I think Mrs. Taylor picked up on a certain excitement you felt about getting a girdle," Mrs. O'Connor explained to Blake as they were having their lunch in a restaurant in the mall. "To be honest, to a real woman, wearing a girdle is not a lot of fun. They're very constraining. Many women who get a little spread out at the hips and waist own them because it's a quick and easy way to slim down so they can put on some of their favorite clothes which might otherwise be too tight."
"It's OK Mrs. O'Connor. I see what you mean," Blake said.
"Mrs. O'Connor," Penny spoke up, "I think part of what Pam was thinking came about from the girls in the club. The other day during recess we showed her some of the different options for holding up stockings. Amy was wearing a panty girdle with attached garters, so it's natural that Pam might not have fully remembered that only older women tend to wear girdles while girls our age wear panty girdles. I think it's hard for us to see what things we take for granted - being girls - that are not at all obvious to a boy. It must be very overwhelming to have to learn so many things in such a short time, Pamela."
"Thank you for saying that, Penny, because to tell you the truth I do feel overwhelmed. By the time of the wedding, though, I want to be just as much a girl as any of you, but now I'm not so sure that that is going to happen."
"Why don't you tell us what you're finding difficult and we'll think of ways to help teach you," Janet said.
"That's a great idea, Janet!" Blake said excitedly. "There are so many things about being a girl I don't quite understand. For example, I'm so excited by the pretty things we bought so far, and I know that many girls must feel a similar way, but I'm not sure that I'm feeling it in exactly the same way as girls do."
"What do you mean, Pamela?" Amy said. The girls were very interested in the conversation and crowded close to take part in the discussion.
"Well, for example, if one day you happen to be feeling especially feminine, do you then think "I'll wear my frilliest bra and panties today" or instead, do you put on a frilly bra and panties and then think," gee now I feel very feminine? And also, how much of your feeling sexy depends on thinking about a man finding you sexy?"
"How can we explain?" Penny said. "First of all, Pamela, you should realize that girls wear bras because we have breasts. I mean that's the ultimate reason why we do so. If we didn't have them, we wouldn't wear them. That may seem very obvious, but it's important for you to understand it, because the day you wake up in the morning and reach for your bra to put on, because you have to wear it to keep your breasts from bouncing around too much and being uncomfortable, that's the day you can really consider yourself a girl. I mean you don't reach for it because you think, "gee, what fun, I get to wear my bra today."
"But Penny that is what I'm thinking!"
"Yes, but that is what we all thought too, when we first got breasts and started to wear bras. Then everyday we were excited about wearing them."
"But what about caring about having frilly bras as against more plain ones? I mean why does a girl care about the lace or not?"
"Well there is just something in many girls that makes them like pretty things. Just like there is something in men that makes many of them want to have big muscles and be athletic. That's why we're very comfortable with you learning to be a girl with us; because we can identify with your need to be around pretty things. Your inner nature appears to be as feminine as any of us. It's also kind of cute watching you be a little sister to us: your love for lacy bras and pink colors and puffy dresses. We know exactly where you are, because each of us went through that phase."
"You're wanting to play with dolls and dress up in little girl dresses is practice in learning how to eventually become a mommy," Penny continued. "Babies are as soft and delicate as anything can be, and it is their mothers who can offer them the safe and nurturing environment they need when they're born. Femininity goes hand in hand with holding and dressing and feeding babies. But we all had to experience this as young girls so we'd be prepared as adult women to take good care of our infants."
"Yes, Pamela, we want you to find out about the world from a girl's point of view, so you become a real girl one day," Janet said. "We want you to be very precious and darling, and we want you to depend on us to teach you everything you need to know. So don't be embarrassed about being too feminine, or making mistakes. And also let yourself experience boys and men from a girls point of view, because nothing will force you to become feminine faster then having to deal with the man's world out there!"
"Boys are always trying to tell us what to do," Kathy said. "One way we really knew that you were a girl at heart was the way you never tried to boss us around. You have your opinions, but you aren't feeling like you have to tell us what we should be thinking or not."
Blake thought about what they had said, and felt reassured that he wasn't being unreasonable wanting some very girlish things. "Someday I want to feel like you just described. Where I can buy and wear girl's clothes because I need them. That would really make me a girl. I think that's why I really want to own some girdles. To me a girdle symbolizes a very feminine thing that would make me more of a real girl if I owned one. Then I could think each day if I want to wear panties, or perhaps a girdle, or perhaps a garter belt or pantyhose. Just whatever my mood was. And I guess I would know how to dress for any occasion."
"Does your mom really wear girdles, as you were saying to Celeste?" Mrs. O'Connor asked.
"Yes, she has several which I know she wears. I even tried one on the other day, and I liked the way it felt, I thought it enhanced my figure a little, and I liked the idea that stockings can be attached to it. It gave me a special feeling that I could be more like my mom if I had some girdles of my own. Do you think that's strange?"
"Of course not dear. If I had a son, I could well imagine him wanting to wear my girdles and bras. After all, he would have spent his first year or two suckling on my breasts, and I would have been changing his wet diapers and giving him baths and so forth, you know very intimately involved with his personal life. I would think that if he was really in love with me - and I hope he would be - then he might sort of want to be like me, become me in a sense."
"Then why don't most boys feel like I do?"
"Well I guess eventually that male hormone kicks in - for most boys that starts them on a path of breaking away from their mom's. For others, like yourself, maybe they have a lot of female hormones in their system, a lot more than other boys anyway, and they feel comfortable growing up to be more feminine, sort of being like their moms. I bet you have a lot in common with your mom. The way you look and parts of your personality."
"I do feel close to her, but she is clearly my dad's woman. I mean, I think she always puts him first as far as the children are concerned." Saying this made Blake suddenly wonder if he could get his dad to love him as Pamela. Then the scary thought of actually trying to seduce his father crossed his mind. Then he realized that his being Pamela might be a way to compete with his mom for his dad's affection. He could never be as masculine as his older brother, and even Ann was now stronger than him and becoming more dominant every day. He could see that being a girl was maybe his best way of fitting into his dad's affection.
Mrs. O'Connor saw Blake's preoccupation and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"
Startled, Blake said, "I was thinking how my mom, me and Janice are really the girls in my family. Ann, Barry and my dad are the males and I feel so much better just knowing I could be a girl. When the men are not home we could sit around casually in our girdles and bras and do girl things together. Like maybe we could bake or sew. I think I would like to make a quilt!"
"That's a very precious thought! In fact, Kathy, Beth and I have spent many an evening dressed in just our bras and panties watching TV on hot summer nights. That's one of the nice things in not having any men around! But now Beth will be moving out to live with Brad after the wedding. So, you'll have to come by and be my new daughter! Would you like that?"
"Oh, I would so much, Mrs. O'Connor!"
She smiled at Blake. "I think this is an appropriate moment to tell you about something that Kathy and I have been discussing. Go ahead and tell him Kathy."
Kathy and the other girls who had been listening grouped closely around Blake. "What mom is trying to say is that we were thinking that after Beth moves out we'd have this extra bedroom in the house, which we would like to offer to you as your very own place where you could safely be a girl as much as you wanted. You could put your girl's clothes there and you could feel free to be just as feminine and girlish as you wanted there. No one would every bother you or tease you. It would be like your home away from home. You could decorate it as prettily as you wanted and you could come by and be a girl there as often as you liked. When you were able to, you could spend the night sleeping there as my sister."
"We would think of you as my other daughter and that would be your bedroom," Mrs. O'Connor added.
Blake was overwhelmed by emotion and for yet another time that day began to quietly weep. Mrs. O'Connor and Kathy held him between them and said, "say yes, you'll do it!"
"Of course, I will. It'll be a place I can grow up to womanhood in. I'll be able to go through the stages of being a young girl and developing emotionally into a young lady and then a young woman. I can't thank you and Kathy enough."
This news made the girls excited. "You can spend a lot more time being our girl friend!" Penny exclaimed. "We'll be able to come by and see you much more often!"
"I hope you'll help me to decorate the room!"
They finished lunch and then headed over to the hosiery department in Lord and Taylor. "There are so many kinds of pantyhose here," Blake said after he observed the many display racks, each containing pantyhose from different brands. "Which one should I choose?"
"It really is maddening for women; so many choices," Mrs. O'Connor said. "However, our job is made a bit easier by the fact that you're a young girl and don't need support hose. You see that there are many kinds of pantyhose that try and do the same job as a girdle or panty girdle. Some have lacy panty parts, others are less so. Then there are many different colors and sizes and then some of the pantyhose is very shear and others are thicker. Some pantyhose has seams in the back, others have decorations on them. Some pantyhose have reinforced toes and others don't."
"Pamela, why don't you let each of us pick you out two pairs of pantyhose for you," Kathy said. "We'll choose the kind we normally get for ourselves, then after you've worn them, you can decide which you like the best. Then, from that time on you can buy that kind."
"That sounds like a great idea," Blake said. Then each of the club members went about picking out pantyhose for him. When they were done he had pantyhose by Hanes, Round-the-clock, Perry Ellis and Jones. They covered every imaginable type and style. He looked through them and thanked each of the girls for their selection.
"What about some stockings, like you know when I wear a garter belt or if I get a girdle or panty girdle?"
"I've already thought about that," Mrs. O'Connor said as she came back with two packages of stockings. These are very sexy, Pamela, you'll love them."
They took the hose to the counter and paid for them.
"Now it's time to get you some nice dresses, skirts and blouses, and we know just the right store for you!" Mrs. O'Connor said.
On the other side of the mall was a dress shop catering to girls and young women from the teenage years through to young adult. "You'll like the styles in here, Pamela," Penny said, "they range from casual everyday dresses to sophisticated evening wear."
Blake was excited by what he saw. A young sales girl, about 18 years old wearing a black leather miniskirt and a tight white top came over to assist. She had long dyed blonde hair with the dark roots clearly visible and considerable eye make up. A name tag pinned just over her breast said 'Connie.' "Need help?" she said to Mrs. O'Connor in a bored tone.
"Yes, we're looking for some dresses and skirts for my daughter Pamela," she indicated Blake and secretly winked at him.
The salesgirl looked Blake over and said, "I guess she's about a 12. Right?"
"Yes, she is," Mrs. O'Connor said. "We'd like to look at some of your prettier dresses, like perhaps these." Mrs. O'Connor pointed to a nearby circular rack containing a single style of dress arranged in increasing sizes.
"This is a rose pink-antique ivory cotton skirt and a matching embroidered tee-shirt," the sales girls said. "Would she like to try it on?"
Mrs. O'Connor said, "what do you think honey? Do you like that?"
"Yes, I think it's very pretty."
The sales girl went through the rack and took one out in Blake's size.
"Come look here," Janet said. "This is a very feminine dress. A floral print with cap sleeves, princess seams and a pretty bow in the back. And good, they have a size 12!" She handed the dress to Blake and said, "and here is a luxurious silk halter dress! Look at the profusion of rich violet, pink and golden flowers! It's cinched by a wide belt above a full, flowing skirt."
"And oh! isn't this one darling, Pamela!" Kathy exclaimed. "It's a light blue party dress, with a matching petticoat. See, it has blue hearts with bows on the skirt and a sweetheart neckline."
The sales girl came over to look, "isn't that a little young for Pamela?"
"I don't think so. Is it Pamela?" Kathy asked.
Blake had fallen instantly in love with the dress and was relieved that Kathy had spoken up, since he felt intimidated by the abrupt manner of the sales girl.
"I like it very much," he said, thinking how he couldn't wait to try it on.
"Good, we'll have Pamela try that one too," Mrs. O'Connor said. "Now we need to get her at least one cocktail dress. Something kind of sophisticated."
"We have some really cool leather shifts, with silver studs and a high collar with chains on it," Connie volunteered, obviously making fun of Blake's choices thus far.
Mrs. O'Connor said, "not the sort of thing I want for Pamela. How about this lovely black cocktail dress, honey?"
The dress she pointed to was stunning; it had a short flared skirt, with several layers of attached gray and white crinolines sewn in to keep the skirt flared out.
"Wearing black stockings and high heels on your pretty legs, Pamela, you'll be a knockout!"
Blake had now assembled a half dozen dresses and it was time to go to the fitting room. This consisted of a large central space surrounded by changing rooms. Penny helped Blake find an empty cubicle and they went in to it together. Penny suggested that he start with the cocktail dress. He took off his blouse and skirt and put the dress on over his head. After Penny zipped up the back he stepped out for all to see.
Several other girls were showing off their dresses to their moms and other friends and relatives. Some had on the leather skirts and sheath dresses that Connie had mentioned, while a couple of others had on more colorful styles with wide or pleated skirts. A few older girls where trying on suits with straight skirts, white blouses and jackets.
Blake took a few steps self-consciously around the fitting room so Mrs. O'Connor and the girls could see him. Looking into a mirror he saw that the sleek black lines on his torso and bust, together with the swishy crinolines and skirt which pushed out like a flower, gave him a grown up look that scared him a little. He noticed that some of the other girls trying on dresses were staring at him.
"Pamela, you're so gorgeous!" Amy said.
"Do you think so? I feel so grown up in it, like I could be a model or date a college student or something. It seems so sexy though, like I'm giving a man a sexual message. Do you know what I mean?"
"That's exactly how you should feel, Pamela. Can you imagine yourself at a cocktail party wearing that? With some high black spike heels, a little black evening bag to go with it!" Janet said.
"And a black choker," Amy added.
"Some handsome millionaire stops in his tracks when he sees you!" Janet added laughing.
Thinking of that was terrifying to Blake. He felt vulnerable in the dress. Men would ask him to dance, put their arms on his back, make him kiss them, and maybe they would put their hands down his chest or up his skirt. He imagined their shaven faces and black hair on their chests and arms. Their strength in holding him as they unzipped the back of his dress. He knew that he would cry and feel helpless with them. It was easier wearing the bridesmaid dress and the other skirts and things which made him feel like a young girl. That was where he was emotionally right now. Sometime long in the future he might become a sophisticated woman, but not today.
"Mrs. O'Connor, I think the dress is very pretty but I'm really scared to wear this. It seems like it's for older girls who know how to deal with men."
"I see what you mean, honey. I think we're rushing you a bit. I'm sure in a year from now you'll feel right at home in this sort of dress. Why don't we skip that one for today? Go try on the pretty flowered one."
Just at that moment everyone's attention was diverted to a man in a dark suit who had come to the entrance to the fitting room and was calling for everyone's attention.
"Hi, everyone. I'm Bob Dole, owner of the shop. Listen up you lovely young ladies, WKNT-TV news anchor-man Jim Morris will be here in a few moments to do a promotional story about the mall. I've been told he wants to include some film of girls shopping for spring dresses. If you don't mind spending just a few minutes being interviewed by him please stay where you are and he'll be here shortly. You'll get to see yourselves on the 6 O'clock news tonight!"
At this point Jim Morris sauntered into the room followed by a cameraman, a video cameraman and other technicians. His face was familiar to everyone since he appeared daily on the most popular news show. He was taller in person than Blake and the girls had thought from seeing him on TV. A little over 6 foot tall, with a classically handsome face and broad shoulders.
Mr. Morris made his was slowly through the room interviewing different girls and getting closer and closer to Blake. Blake felt his heart rising up in his throat. What was he going to do if Mr. Morris interviewed him? "Mrs. O'Connor, what should I do?" he whispered.
"Go ahead Pamela, this is exciting, we'll wait for you!" she whispered back.
Upon leaving a small group of girls who were with their mothers, Jim Morris looked over at Blake and his friends and came over with the video-cameraman who was filming the interviews. As Mr. Morris approached, Blake and he exchanged glances and Blake looked away blushing, but not before he saw that Mr. Morris had sneaked a peak at his chest.
"My, oh my, what do we have here, but the prettiest 7 girls in the entire state!" He introduced himself to each of them individually. Mrs. O'Connor laughed at the illusion to her being a girl.
"And you're the prettiest of all," he said directly to Blake. "That's quite an attractive dress you've got on there. A man killer dress!" he joked giving a hearty laugh, and adding, "What's your name?"
Blake, feeling overwhelmed by panic, barely said, "Pamela" in a tiny voice.
"Pamela? You can speak up, the TV audience can't touch you!" Mr. Morris laughed good naturedly. "I like your dress. It's a very pretty choice."
"Thank you."
"Do you shop here often?"
"Um, yes, I guess so."
"What other stores have you been to today?"
"We were shopping in Lord and Taylor."
"What did you buy?"
Blake started to feel embarrassed thinking about telling Mr. Morris what he had bought.
"Do you remember what else you bought?" Mr. Morris prodded him.
"Yes. I bought some bras and panties."
"Bras and panties, how nice. And what else?"
Blake was getting nervous and said, "I also bought some slips. Two black ones and two white ones. I couldn't find a pink slip that I wanted. And I got some pantyhose also."
"No pink slip?" Mr. Morris laughed.
Blake wondered how he must have sounded to cause him to laugh. The cameraman was smiling as well.
"No, I guess they don't sell pink slips here in the mall. I'll have to go somewhere else to find one."
Blake thought of telling them about his wanting a girdle, but decided that the same thing could happen as with Mrs. Taylor.
"Its been very nice chatting with you, Pamela. You're a lovely girl. And for being so nice, we're going to give you some free gifts. Here's a boxed set of bath oil beads and perfume for the young miss."
"Thank you!" Blake said, taking a box which was offered to him.
"Just what every pretty young girl wants" Mr. Morris said. "In a few minutes we're going to take some still shots for the newspaper. I hope you'll stay around. Will you?"
Mrs. O'Connor said, "of course we will."
Mr. Morris walked away toward another group of girls and Blake and the Club members and Mrs. O'Connor excitedly discussed their luck in having Blake appear on TV. After a few minutes, one of the technicians called for the girls trying on dresses to go over to one corner of the room. Blake and about 10 girls who had been in the fitting room gathered together in the corner. They stood around nervously in their dresses as the technicians hurried around arranging them for the still pictures. From out of a back room two men came carrying a sofa, which they placed in the corner of the fitting room. Jim Morris sat down in the middle of it and the photographer arranged the girls around him. He placed two sisters in blue dresses on either side of Mr. Morris, and then squeezed in several others next to them. Blake was the last girl left, and the man said, I want you to sit on Jim's lap. Is that a problem for you honey? Blake, startled, said, "Oh, no, I guess it's OK."
"Good. We're looking for a little humor here. You see Jim is buried up to his neck in these lovely young girls, and then there is this doll like you on his lap. Go ahead and sit on him. Remember to lift up your skirt and show off your crinolines. And smile!"
Blake walked over to the sofa. Jim was smiling a broad smile at him. "Come on young lady. This is going to be beautiful!"
Blake held out his skirt and daintily planted his bottom on Jim's lap, sitting sideways with his back leaning against him and his legs dangling off to the side over his knees.
Mr. Morris put his left arm around Blake and held him tight. The photographer and his assistants ran around busily setting up some lights. In a low voice Jim whispered in Blake's ear "You're a very pretty girl, Pamela."
"Thank you, Mr. Morris."
Blake felt Mr. Morris's hand gently rub his back and trace the outline of his bra. After a minute or two Mr. Morris said, "Pamela."
"Yes, Mr. Morris?"
"So you like pink slips?"
Blake blushed. "I like pink things, I guess."
"What else?"
"I'm embarrassed to talk about my intimate clothing, Mr. Morris."
"Yes, of course Pamela. I don't want you to be nervous."
Blake felt Mr. Morris's hand slowly move down his back and onto his thigh underneath a fold of his skirt. Blake didn't know what to do and finally said, "Mr. Morris, what are you doing?"
"Doing what honey?"
"Your hand."
"My hand?"
Blake was about to say "it's on my thigh," when Mr. Morris quickly slid his hand down into Blake's crotch, gave it a squeeze and removed it suddenly.
"Holy cow," Mr. Morris exclaimed, "what's going on here? Pamela? Is it Pamela???"
"Please Mr. Morris don't say anything. I can explain." Blake almost swooned with fear as a sharp pulse of panic swept up and down his spine.
Mr. Morris fell silent thinking, then said, "OK kid, don't worry at all. It'll be fine, but I'll have to talk with you in the manager's office after this is done."
The lights were suddenly turned on and the cameraman took a number of still shots. When he was done, he directed Blake to get off Mr. Morris's lap. Blake rejoined the club members with Mr. Morris close behind him.
"Marvelous pictures, Pamela. Everyone will love them." Turning to Mrs. O'Connor he said, "You have such a lovely daughter."
"Why thank you Mr. Morris."
"In fact, I would like to speak to her privately for a few minutes, without these technicians hounding us, to find out a bit more about her and to see if she has any interest in maybe doing some other promotional appearances. You know TV is always looking for a fresh new face."
"How exciting Pamela!" Mrs. O'Connor said. "You go and chat and we'll take care of some errands and meet you back here in a little while."
Blake was terrified to be alone with Mr. Morris but was even more scared about being found out for dressing up as a girl. The fear was evident on his face, and Mrs. O'Connor asked him, "what's the matter honey?"
Mr. Morris smiled at Blake who then said, "I'm just very nervous about being on television."
"Nonsense, Pamela," Mr. Morris said, "come along with me. I want to tell you about some plans we have that you might find very interesting!"
Mr. Morris, with Blake trailing behind, walked to an office on the other side of the dress shop.
"The manager said we could borrow this for awhile," Mr. Morris said. He shut and locked the door behind them.
Blake stared silently at Mr. Morris.
"Pamela, please don't be afraid of me. I didn't bring you in here to harm you."
"Why have you brought me here? To really discuss my being on TV?"
"Yes, maybe we'll eventually be able to arrange something for you. It depends on a lot of things."
"But Mr. Morris, I can't believe that a nice man like you could have done what you did. And especially in front of all those people! I mean you're a famous person and if they found out - I mean if I told them what you were doing to me."
"My dear Pamela, I just got carried away by your beauty. Trust me, I've never done that before, and I'm certainly not some sort of sick pedophile preying on young people. God no! But what I am is really just a regular guy and when I first saw you I must admit that I felt an enormous pang of desire, almost a kind of love for you. I don't know exactly what the magic is, but you have a special sort of charisma. A sensuality, a sexuality that drives me mad. It's partly the way you fit in that very pretty dress you're wearing, your hair, your pretty arms and legs, your pink lips and nails. A certain kind of grace and delicacy, a feminine fragileness."
Mr. Morris walked over and held Blake close to him. Then gently touched his breasts. "Judging by your chest I felt you were not a child." Blake flinched a little at having his breasts touched, but for some strange reason did not make any move to tell Mr. Morris to stop. Without any resistance, Mr. Morris began seriously fondling the breasts. Blake felt the pleasure forming in his own nipples.
After a moment Blake said, a bit dreamily. "Mr. Morris, I'm only in eighth grade, so it would be statutory rape. What you did. Wouldn't it?"
"True enough, I suppose."
Mr. Morris stopped what he was doing and said, "Look Pamela, you're a boy masquerading as a girl with the full knowledge of your mother and those other friends of yours. That says to me that you're living as dangerously as I was when I had you fondle me. Do you have any idea how much trouble your mom could get into if everyone found out, besides your public humiliation and the fact that you could never go back to school here? Your mother would most likely be charged with aiding and abetting the delinquency of a minor. At worst she may be sent to prison, at best she would pay a very large fine."
Blake hadn't thought about this and was suddenly very scared at the thought of anything happening to Mrs. O'Connor on his account. He shuddered at the thought of his parents finding out about him.
"OK, Mr. Morris. I won't say anything about what happened - so maybe we should just go our own separate ways."
"I would be inclined to agree with you about that, except for the fact that this is a wonderful opportunity for us right now."
"What do you mean?"
"Pamela, when you get to my age, you have to start thinking about grasping the opportunities that come along in life and not letting them slip by."
Blake thought about this for a second and it dawned on him what Mr. Morris might be getting at, "You mean you want me to touch your penis again?"
"Yes my dear, you're almost right, but I think that there's something better we could do for each other than just that. Something that would help you become more like a true girl - since I know that you really do want to become one - yet at the same time make me feel really really good and close to you."
"What are you talking about, Mr. Morris?" Blake said feeling confused.
"OK, let me be blunt. What I want you to do is to get down on your knees in front of me, unzip my fly, take out my penis and suck on it until it comes in your mouth."
Blake was astonished at the request. "You must be joking!"
"Why do you say that? Look, Pamela, I mean what I said. If you can't do it than you're not at all serious about being a girl and you might as well get out of that dress this instant. If you're serious, then this will be a great experience for you. You can think to yourself that you got the chance to give a blowjob to the famous TV anchor-man Jim Morris, WKNT-TV."
The emotions surging through Blake were so intense that he began to cry. "I don't know what to do, Mr. Morris," he managed to say after a minute of sobbing.
"Now, now my dear. It's not such an awful thing. I don't have any diseases. If you're going to go around dressed as a sexy young woman - then you really have to expect to be treated like the sexy girl you are. I realize that this is sort of being forced on you, but it's nothing that any normal red-blooded American girl might not be doing to her boy friend. Now dry your tears and just try it a few minutes. If you can't get into it we'll just stop the whole thing. OK?"
Blake thought it over and realized that what Mr. Morris was saying did make a certain amount of sense. He could imagine Karen or Amy doing it to Billy or Mark. After all, Amy had not thought it that terrible to hold Billy's penis the night they were at the dance. Blake slowly and delicately got down on his knees in front of Mr. Morris. "OK, Mr. Morris, I'll try and see if I can do it."
"First thing you do is undo my buckle and unzip my trousers."
Blake struggled with the large brass buckle until it was undone. With his fingers tipped with pink nail polish he undid the button and then unzipped the fly.
"Pull down my trousers now."
Blake took a hold of the trousers around the waist and pulled them down. Once clear of his shirt tails they fell to the ground landing partly on top of Blake's skirt which was bunched around Mr. Morris's ankles. Blake looked straight ahead at the bulge in Mr. Morris's underwear. He felt tremendous fear of what was behind there, but an enormous fascination as well; the same feelings he had had at watching a horror movie one time: very scared but too caught up in curiosity to leave.
"OK, Pamela, you're doing a really good job so far. Now reach inside my underpants and pull it out."
Placing a hand on the waistband, Blake gingerly reached in until he had his hand around the now swelling member and then pulled it out slowly.
"The balls also, Pamela, get out my balls with it."
The penis, which was dangling over the elastic of the underwear stared straight out at Blake's face only inches away. He put his hand back into the underpants and found the balls and lifted them gently up and over the elastic so Mr. Morris's entire genitals were dangling out. He was clearly, "well hung" as Blake had heard people say.
Blake tried to imagine that he was Amy or Karen and was in control of the situation. It took some effort, though, since the reality of this large swelling masculine organ just inches from his face was very different than just imagining it in a fantasy. He noticed that it had a slight scent, unlike any that he could remember. Some sort of male essence he thought to himself.
There was a small drop of glistening dew at the end. He saw that the penis was a variety of reddish and flesh colored tones. The glans at the top was a darker red. Brownish black pubic hair covered the balls which dangled below. They looked much larger than he imagined they would.
"Now you put it in your mouth and suck on it. I shouldn't have to tell you how to do that. Girls are supposed to know how. Try different things until you make me feel really good."
Blake had the strangest sensation of feeling overwhelmingly feminine. It felt like his breasts were growing in his bra, straining to be more womanly. He felt a sense of pride in the prettiness of his dress and crinolines spread out around Mr. Morris's feet.
The large red member was arching out in front of him. He lightly rested his hands on Mr. Morris's thighs. They were like stones he noted, muscles rock hard and rippling.
"Come on my sweet Pamela. I know you want to suck it."
Blake sighed a little sigh - part in resignation and part in some sort of desire to be a girl. He slowly leaned forward until his lips just touched the end of the penis. His tongue went out slightly and he felt the hot dew drop and noted it had a slightly sweet taste.
He opened his lips wider and slowly moved in to take the penis. It was wider and thicker than he had thought it would be and it forced him to open his mouth wider. He felt the hot hard-soft texture of the penis' skin as it slowly moved over his lips and tongue toward the back of his throat.
"Your teeth, honey! Watch your teeth!" Mr. Morris said and Blake opened wider lifting his teeth away from the object now increasingly lodged in his mouth. He used his tongue to rub on the underside of the big phallus. He tried to use the back part of his tongue to squeeze and caress the glans. He felt the penis suddenly jerk hard and straighten further into his mouth, causing his head to push up with the force. He inched his hands around to the back of Mr. Morris's thighs to get better control of his sucking motions. He slowly slid the penis out and then back in again.
"Oh God, Pamela, you've got such a gentle touch. I can't tell you how nice it feels."
Taking the penis out of his mouth, Blake said coyly, "Mr. Morris is this how you want me to suck it?" He didn't know where the words were coming from, perhaps from some part of his soul that was taken over by Pamela.
Blake looked up to see Mr. Morris's face. He was looking down at him. "Yes, honey that's how I want you to do it!"
Blake put the penis back in his mouth and slid his head back, revealing the couple of inches of Mr. Morris's long member that had just been in his mouth. Talking with the penis in his mouth he partly mumbled, "I don't think I want to do this any more," and then looked up again at Mr. Morris. He saw a flash of panic cross Mr. Morris's face.
"No, no, honey you've got to continue! Please, please!"
"Well I don't know," Blake said as he resumed very slowly taking the penis back into his mouth again and then slowly letting it out. The sudden intensity of the pleasure caused Mr. Morris to jump accidentally forcing the penis deep into Blake's mouth to the point that he could feel himself gagging.
Blake recovered from the surprise and thought, "I never realized how big a man's penis can be, or how hard." Mr. Morris's member was so rigid it seemed like a steel rod. Blake brought his head out then back along the shaft, with his tongue running around it as much as he could. He took his left hand and gently held the part of the shaft that couldn't fit into his mouth. Mr. Morris did another little leap at this and moaned slightly. Blake lightly stroked the under part of the member with his left thumb, and as the member came out he ran his thumb all the way up it to the tip. This generated another sharp reaction from Mr. Morris.
"Oh, baby you're special," Mr. Morris said.
Blake took his right hand and gently started to fondle Mr. Morris's balls. He cupped them and released them and ran his fingers around and through them. Mr. Morris moved his body rhythmically back and forth, forcing his penis to now glide gently in and out of Blake's mouth. The more excited Mr. Morris became the more force he used to push the penis into Blake's face. With each increasing thrust Blake felt the penis go further back into his throat. He struggled to accommodate it. He made sure his lips were moist and caressed every little feature of the penis as it went in and out. Looking down with his eyes he watched the pattern of bulging blue veins and some reddish dots move in front of him. He could see Mr. Morris's tight stomach muscles straining in a pattern of ripples, with some shaggy blackish hair running up towards his belly button.
He imagined Amy and Karen were there with him holding his hands as he sucked on the penis, telling him he was doing a great job and that Mr. Morris was so luckily to have him doing it. He even imagined that they were jealous of him and were begging for him to give them a chance to suck on it. Amy was saying, "Oh Pamela please give me a turn. It's bigger and harder and longer and prettier than any one I've ever seen before. And Mr. Morris is so handsome and strong and his muscles are rippling and I just want to get a piece of him, make him feel good. Please, Pam, please give me a chance!"
Blake's mouth was starting to hurt, and he felt a confusion in his panties. Did he have to pee very badly or was his penis aroused also? He imagined Amy and Karen sucking excitedly on Billy's penis. He looked up plaintively and saw Mr. Morris staring down at him with rapture. "Oh baby you're good," Mr. Morris said. From out of somewhere he suddenly felt tremendously excited that he had the power to make a man feel such pleasure.
Mr. Morris looked away and his hips moved faster pulling and pushing his member into and out of Blake's mouth. Blake had to grasp the penis with two hands to make sure it stayed on its course. It moved faster still and suddenly Mr. Morris grasped the back of Blake's head, forcing the penis deeper into him than it had been. Blake felt a huge swelling surge in the penis, an arching, a rigid lengthening and then a small hot spurt of precum shooting back into his throat followed by a huge suffocating hot puddle of thick viscous cum jetting into his mouth in spurts. He couldn't breathe and he struggled futilely for some air, held in the tight iron grasp of Mr. Morris. A series of powerful after shocks came and more and more of the hot semen poured into his mouth. He was desperate for a breath but couldn't budge against Mr. Morris's grip.
Finally, after the last spasm, Mr. Morris lightened his grip and Blake, in a panic, was able to just open the side of his mouth enough to get in a bit of air. His entire mouth was filled with cum and he didn't know what to do with it.
Coming out of his trance, Mr. Morris looked down at Blake and saw his bulging mouth and said, "You can swallow it honey, it's good for you."
Seeing no alternative, Blake proceeded to swallow it in several gulps. It had a taste unlike anything he had ever known before. Like chlorinated water he thought. A taste that only girls know about.
Mr. Morris reached down and took Blake's arms and helped him up. Blake smoothed his dress and reached under it to arrange his crinolines and pantyhose. Mr. Morris reached under the skirt to Blake's pantyhose and felt around. "I see by your big boner this couldn't have been all that bad for you."
Blake burst uncontrollably into tears and Mr. Morris said, "honey, what did I say? What's the matter?"
Between sobs Blake said, "I'm not like other girls, I'm not like Karen or Amy, I have that big clitoris. It's always in the way!"
Blake was surprised at what he was saying, but it seemed to pour out of him as the truth of what he felt. "And the other girls have big breasts and mine are so small and they're not even real." He was still crying in fits. "And my hips are too narrow. I'll probably never need to wear a girdle."
"Slow down, Pamela, I didn't mean to upset you. You're a very lovely girl Pamela. It was dumb of me to say what I did. I'm sorry, truly sorry. Just stop crying."
Mr. Morris gave Blake his handkerchief and Blake blew his nose in it and dabbed at his eyes. "Look honey, I can do things for you. Do you know that I earn more than a million dollars a year? I can pay for you to be made into a real girl - only the best doctors - they'll make you a beautiful girl. I mean it, it's a promise. When the time is right in your life think of me and I'll help. It's the least I can do for you. Now sit down for a few minutes and rest."
End Part II
To Be Continued...
If you have the time, I really would love to hear from you in a PM.
Thank you for reading my story! ~Pamela
Comments
great story
great story
when did pam grope anyone?
she was the one being groped. karen's mom should know better than leave any eight grader alone with a adult not related to them.
there is a lot of risky stuff pam is being exposed to.
I hope it all works out.
thanks
Erm...
I'm sorry, but how stupid can a supposedly responsible adult get?
Given (a) this is Pamela's first outing, and (b) her family don't know about her crossdressing, Mrs. O'Connor allowing her not only to be seen on a news report but be interviewed on it is pretty darn dangerous to begin with - never mind allowing her to be summoned to a private meeting with Mr. Morris, no other adults present, behind a locked door far away from the rest of the group What he did can't be classed as anything other than sexual assault - and his argument that Pamela was enjoying it doesn't wash - it's the same argument some politicians have used to deny rape - "She orgasmed therefore it must have been consensual."
The stupidity is even more paramount given that Pamela had also had a close run earlier in the day with the lecherous Mr. David groping her as she was fitted for the bridesmaid's dress (given it's likely to be a pattern repeated with other / genetic girls in the past, he's probably not much more than a few hairs' breadth away from having to sign the local equivalent of the sex offenders' register). If Blake's family and/or the community find out about his crossdressing, and if someone has sufficient money, it would be worth researching Mr. Morris and if there have been any rumours / concerns / complaints about him in the presence of girls, then seek out to legally destroy him.
Hopefully in the aftermath of this, Mrs. O'Connor will wake up to how close she was to partial culpability and ensure nothing like this episode happens again.
As the right side of the brain controls the left side of the body, then only left-handers are in their right mind!
please
let mr. morris get caught for what he did to blake/ Pamela. keep up the good work.
robert
This is nothing like the first chapter. I smell a rat.
I think Blake/Pamela is being set up. No woman would allow a young girl, especially one in the 8th grade to be in a room alone with a grown man, without being in there with her. Now I am going to read chapter 3 ... or as much of it as I can.
"With confidence and forbearance, we will have the strength to move forward."
Love & hugs,
Barbara
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
Child molestation? I'm not a
Child molestation? I'm not a fan of that stuff, sorry
Hmmm, not a good ....
Chapter. I'm a little put out by the immensities of the wrongs committed here by all parties involved! Proper warnings were issued at the beginning, but I wasn't quite expecting the breakdown in morality I just read. Pamela dear, this makes the rest really difficult to read further. Hugs Talia