Blake is picked on by some bullies and rescued by some girls who invite him to join the Girls-Only Club.
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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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.

Legalities: Archiving and reposting of this story *unchanged* is permitted provided that: 1) You must have contacted the author, Pamela, and have asked permission first and received said permission to host this particular work. 2) No fee be charged, either directly or indirectly (this includes so-called "adult checks") or any form of barter or monetary transfers in order to access viewing this work *and* (3) PROVIDED that this disclaimer, all author notes, legalities and attribution to the original author are contained unchanged within the work. 4) The author of this work, Pamela, must be provided free account access at all times the work is hosted in order to modify or remove this work at her sole discretion.

This work is the copyrighted material of the respective author. ~Pamela

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Chapter 1
 
At lunchtime recess one day in late spring, Blake casually strolled to a large garden of rose bushes planted on the far side of the school yard. The other eighth grade boys normally never went there since they preferred to hang out near the school building playing ball games or huddling together in noisy groups teasing each other and roughhousing as boys are wont to do. Normally Blake would be with them, but this day he was tired of the nasty putdowns and teasing from the other boys. This had become a problem lately; ever since Mr. Grady the science teacher had pointed out to the whole class how well Blake had done on his science fair project. In fact, Blake had been a state runner-up that year. Some of the tougher boys in the class had taken to threatening and taunting him, calling him a snob and a nerd. It felt like a good idea to cool things with the guys for a while, so he had decided to walk over to the opposite side of the school yard away from everyone else.

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

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

While this was going on, a group of girls from Blake's class came up to the boys and yelled at Roy and Clifford and the others to leave poor Blake alone. Karen, who was widely acknowledged to be the prettiest girl in the eighth grade, scolded the boys. "We saw everything. You boys are just awful and vicious. All Blake did was admire the pretty roses which if you had any brains or maturity like he does, then you would enjoy them too." While Karen spoke the girls surrounded Blake and sniffed the roses and exclaimed how nice the scents were.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blake had overheard this exchange and said, "That's very kind of you, but what meeting are you referring to. I don't want to intrude."

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

"Then I really am out of place there."

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

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

As he said this Blake was clearly fighting back tears. Karen and the other girls stopped walking and surrounded Blake, patting him gently on the shoulders. "Now listen, Blake," Kathy said, "we think it's OK if some boys are not as strong as some girls. You have other talents that are nice, and we accept you for who you are."

Hearing this comforted Blake and he suddenly felt excited about the chance to play after school with such nice girls. He really believed that they would protect him without also looking down on him and that was what mattered most. They started walking again and when they reached the building, Blake ran ahead to his classroom not being afraid since the boys wouldn't dare start a fight near one of the teachers. He couldn't believe how nice the girls were, and that Karen and the other girls, who were also among the prettiest in the school, would make the effort to be nice to him. He had always thought the girls more mature than the guys, and this was a good lesson on how true that was.
 

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

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

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

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

When they arrived there, Mrs. O'Connor, Kathy's mom, had cookies and milk waiting for the girls on the kitchen table. She was surprised to see Blake, but after hearing what had happened with the boys, she commended the girls on their good deed, and made Blake feel very much welcome in the house. She poured him a glass of milk also, and offered him some cookies. When the girls and Blake were done eating they went upstairs to Kathy's large bedroom suite. Blake was impressed by the lovely feminine decor which included a love seat and a sofa, a large bed with a white and pink bedspread, light blue wall paper with little pink flowers. On one wall was a color poster of some muscular guy flexing his muscles and staring intently outwards. He was wearing a little Speedo with a noticeable bulge in the front and Blake assumed he was perhaps an Olympic swimmer. Four of the girls sat down on the sofa and Kathy on the love seat, leaving Blake standing awkwardly until Kathy told him to not be shy and sit down next to her. Kathy had on a flaring light blue skirt which spread out a bit on the seat so that when Blake sat down it was touching his pants leg. The girls were smiling and quite excited with their feeling of accomplishment for how they had handled the events of the afternoon.

"I can't believe how dumb those stupid boys are," said Penny. She was the quietest of the girls, and known in the classroom for being very smart. "What are they trying to prove by picking on someone who they obviously can beat up?" Penny sounded sincere and not like she was making fun of Blake, but he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed that he came off as such a weakling. "Clifford or Roy ought to fight each other, then that would be a contest. I've often enjoyed your contributions in class Blake. You shouldn't have to be afraid to be smart and you certainly should be able to enjoy the roses anytime you want!"

The way Penny said this made the girls laugh and Amy added, "you made Blake blush!"

Blake hid his face in his hands causing the girls to laugh even harder.

Karen finally said, "as we have discussed many times together, the boys have only one thing on their stupid minds which seems to be to try and touch us or otherwise get something off of us. They never seem interested in what we have to say or our personalities. The only exception, Blake, has been you! In fact, at last week's meeting we had been talking about how we wish more of the boys could be like you."

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

At this, Karen said, "we really like you too, and we hope that you'll play with us again. From now on, let's promise to never think again about those dumb boys out there and let us just have fun together!"

The girls voiced their agreement with Karen, and then they began talking together about a wide range of things. They enjoyed hearing Blake's thoughts about many topics, such as opera, of which he was a big fan and especially ballet. When he was older he planned to take lessons, but not now, since his mom and dad couldn't really afford it and he wasn't too sure that they would accept it either. He was afraid that they might misinterpret his motives as suggesting that he was gay. It wasn't that at all, it was just that he loved watching the beautiful graceful motions of the dancers, especially the girl dancers, and thought it would be wonderful if he could move like them himself. If the truth be told, he was also fascinated by the pretty tutus and dance dresses that the women wore. Watching the graceful intersection of arms and legs with the flowing skirts and underskirts held a special fascination for Blake.
 

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

Kathy got up to fetch the dress from her mother's room. While she was gone, Blake became aware of the fact that it had just passed the time when their club meeting was supposed to start and he became worried that he was over staying his welcome. The wedding did not concern him and he felt that the girls probably wanted him to go.

Blake said, "Well I guess it's 4 and I don't want to get in the way of your meeting." Just at that moment Kathy reentered the room carrying a large box. She put it down on her bed, opened it and took out a beautiful ruffly pink and white dress, covered with small pink, lace flowers. It had a wide white skirt, underneath which was many layers of soft pink crinolines. Totally taken by surprise, Blake let out an audible gasp of excitement, and before he knew what he was saying said, "How wonderfully pretty and exciting your dress is Kathy! Oh it's just marvelous, I can't believe how pretty and gorgeous it is! Oh God, I just love it! I think it's just so nice and you're so lucky to get to wear it!"

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

Janet said, "Blake! It's OK to like the dress! We all do, too! You should have seen us at the store, we fell instantly in love with it, just like you did! Please don't be embarrassed, and please sit down. Our meeting hasn't started."

Blake didn't know what to do. He looked at the faces of the smiling girls. Kathy finally said, "come sit down." Blake hesitantly retook his seat on the sofa.

Karen said, "Actually, I think Blake is right. It is about time we started our club meeting. However, as president of the Girls-Only Club I'm pretty sure I'm speaking for everyone when I say that we have really enjoyed your company this afternoon. Am I right?"

The girls unanimously nodded their heads and indicated that she was right. "So I want to say that it would be nice if somehow we could figure out a way to fit you into the club also!" The girls loudly clapped their hands in agreement and Blake was taken by surprise.

"Of course you realize that the "Girls-Only Club," as its name implies, is for girls only. We set up the club this way mainly because we really couldn't stand the immaturity of boys, who can never talk intelligently about any subject, and only care about trying to figure out ways to kiss or touch us. You, on the other hand, are so different, that we can really see that it would be a great benefit to the club to have you as a member. The discussions at our meetings would be ever so much more interesting! Unfortunately, however, we all strongly believe in the basic concept of the club and its charter that only girls can join. If we were to make an exception to that then the club would no longer be the same as it was supposed to be."

"I certainly understand," Blake said. The girls had already been far nicer than he had ever expected them to be.

"We do however, want you to answer just one question for us right now," Karen said.

Blake nodded in agreement, "Sure."

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

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

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

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

 
Blake nervously walked downstairs to sit in the living room while waiting for the girls. He never would have imagined when this day began that he would be a guest in Kathy O'Connor's house and playing with the most attractive group of girls in the school. Blake was surprised to find Mrs. O'Connor sitting in an over stuffed chair in the living room. She greeted him warmly and said, "On your way home now? Do you think it will be safe? I could drive you if you're afraid."

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

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

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

"My that is strange, I thought they called it the 'Girls-Only Club'?"

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

"Well?" Mrs. O'Connor asked showing genuine curiosity.

"Oh, you mean why would a boy want to join?" Blake suddenly felt embarrassed, and stammered "I, I, I, ... " and couldn't find any words.

Mrs. O'Connor, smiled at him, "those girls are quite a group!"

Blake felt inadequate and confused. What did Mrs. O'Connor mean by that remark?

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

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

"Oh you mean that funny picture of Brad. He's been on his school swim team. Isn't it silly of him to be posed like Arnold Schwarzenegger. Those muscles are something else, aren't they!"

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

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

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

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

Blake found himself blushing once again.

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

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

"You're such a dear. Such a fine young man and I'm glad that Kathy has found you as a new friend."

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

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

"It was many years ago now. I'm sorry to have brought up the subject. Everyone always advises me to put it behind myself." She lapsed into silence for a minute and then said, "Now let me tell you about the big wedding!"

"When is it?" Blake asked.

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

"Wow! It sounds great."

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

"Yes, I saw one upstairs."

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

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

"Blake, I do hope to see you again," Mrs. O'Connor said, "run along and take care of this mysterious business with the girls!"

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

 
When he entered Kathy's bedroom the girls had left a seat for him on the sofa in between Karen and Kathy. In contrast to before, the girls were not smiling. Blake felt a burning in his heart and some trepidation as to what they might say. After he sat down Karen began to speak.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The more the girls talked this way and the more they reassured him the more Blake started to think about the reality of doing this. Finally, he said, "but how would I get clothes to wear, and I don't know anything at all about girl's things, and what about my mom and dad if they found out. And what about going to school like a girl, and the guys finding out, and will I look like a boy dressed as a girl?"

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

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

"I'm sure if you grew your hair out longer you wouldn't even need a wig," Penny said.

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

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

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kathy said, "yes that is too bad. But for now we can let you be a bridesmaid for a few minutes. If you like wearing it and you like the way you look, then it'll be clear that joining the Girls-Only Club is something you really want to do. I'll get you some panties to wear and you can put them on." Kathy extracted a pair of her old panties from a dresser drawer and gave them to Blake. He stood holding the light blue cotton panties with a lacy elastic top, not quite understanding what to do.

"While you're in the club we'll think of you as a girl," Kathy said, "so it's OK if we get dressed in front of each other. We don't mind. Is it OK for you?"

Blake didn't know what to feel. Everything was happening so fast. He didn't know if it was really OK to undress in front of the girls or not.

"It's OK," Kathy said. "You can take off your pants and underpants and your shirt and then put on the panties. We'll help you with the dress."

Blake did as Kathy directed. After he removed his underpants he tried to hide himself which became increasingly difficult as he felt himself getting excited. Trying to cover himself with his hand he put on the panties and then struggled to get himself tucked out of view.

"Gosh Blake," Karen said.

"I'm sorry," Blake said, "I can't control it."

"We understand," Karen said laughing, "we'll just have to pretend that your clitoris sometimes gets excited. It's not really such a big deal."

"Are you sure?"

The girls reassured Blake that he needn't worry about that particular problem. Then Janet said, "we need to give Blake a girl's name as long as she's in the club."

"Great idea," Amy said. "How about "Pamela", I've always loved that name."

"Any other suggestions?" Janet said. "What about you Blake. Would you like Pamela as your girl's name?"

Blake blushed thinking about what it meant to be a Pamela. He had a second cousin named Pamela who he admired for her feminine grace and delicate features. The few times he had been at her house he had felt jealous of the fact that she was a girl and dressed in feminine clothes. "Sure, Pamela is a great name. I would like to be a Pamela."

"Great, so that's settled!" Kathy said.

Blake was still standing in the middle of the girls wearing just panties. "You look so precious in those panties, Pamela," Amy said, "I think your body is naturally graceful and feminine."

"That's for sure!" Kathy said, "normally, you'll have to wear some other things to be properly dressed, like a bra and so forth, but for now let's just put the dress on you."

"I think he should at least wear a bra in a dress like this," Janet said.

"Yeah," Karen said, "go fetch him a bra to wear."

"OK, I'll look for an old bra," Kathy said. She went through one of the drawers in her dresser and came back with a white bra and handed it to Blake.

"I'm afraid you'll have to help me put it on," Blake said.

Kathy laughed, "what was I thinking?"

She helped him put the bra on and then had him raise his arms over his head and she gathered up the dress and put it over his arms and slid it down around his body. Amy zipped up the back, and exclaimed "what a lovely fit. Now take a look in the mirror and see how exquisite you look!"

Blake walked over to a full length mirror hanging on the closet door and looked at himself. The dress looked ravishingly beautiful and he could never remember feeling so happy in his life. "Oh, I can't believe how wonderful it feels, and how natural I feel. It's like I've always wanted to feel this way."

He wheeled about a little and then sat gracefully down on the sofa with the dress and crinoline puffing up around him. "God I wish I could go the wedding with all of you, and get to wear this dress all day long!"
 
 
Chapter 2
 
Though Blake had dreaded showing up at school the next day for fear of what the boys might do to him, he was surprised to discover that the boys had developed a whole new appreciation and respect for him. After all, Blake had become the center of attention of the five prettiest girls in the eighth grade, girls which any of the guys would have died to get a date with. Clifford and Roy even went so far as to apologize to Blake for their teasing and hoped that he would forget the past. Cynically, Blake figured that they were hoping to use him as a means of getting to the girls in the club. The thought made him see how girls have to be vigilant against the tricks boys use to try and take advantage of them. He would have to band together with the rest of the girls in the club to make sure that this did not happen. In truth he felt vulnerable, as if he were one of the girls in the club and it was a strange way to feel.

Was he a girl or was he a boy? Feeling his girl side made him wonderfully happy and content. His boy side seemed to be weak and a source of insecurity. As he listened to his thoughts he tried to interpret them as being either girl or boy. Most specially, he tried to make sure that his fear of being called a sissy, wouldn't prevent his girl side from naturally coming out. No, if he was going to fit in with the other girls, he really had to be entirely at ease with his girl side.

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

The other club members greeted him cheerily when he ran into them at school. They wondered if he had any second thoughts about his decision, and he had told them about how he had played with Barbie dolls the night before and how happy it had made him. They told him that on occasion the Girls-Only club had Barbie parties where they played with their dolls together, but it had been some time since they had done this. Perhaps they would hold one of these again for Blake's benefit. Since he hadn't had a normal girl's childhood he had some catching up to do with girl things, and this was a great way to help him come in touch with and develop his girl feelings.

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

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

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

This was something the boys didn't want to hear. Clifford said, "You mean all I have to do is talk about something other than sex and then they'll have sex with me? That's just baloney. The quickest way into a girl's panties is by treating them a little rough. Not real rough just enough to let them know who's boss. It turns them on."

Blake wanted to say that if Clifford knew so much about girls then how come none of the girls in the class would even date him. Instead Blake said, "I don't think the girls see it that way." He felt slightly ill from hearing Clifford talk about Kathy and Karen the way he did, but he wasn't about to argue with him. Luckily for him at that moment one of the guys suggested they play some baseball and the group quickly broke up. When the guys had gone Blake walked over to the girls and they slowly walked across the field away from the other kids. Blake thanked Amy for the present and Janet said, "what present?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So first, Pamela, take off your clothes except your panties." This day, Blake had on his pink ones.

As happened the previous week, the attention paid to him by so many girls at once prompted his member to poke up within his panties. He did his best to disguise it but finally abandoned the effort and just stood there in his tented panties awaiting the next instructions from the girls. "Come sit down," Kathy said and he sat in the middle of the sofa with Karen on one side and Amy on the other.

Kathy continued, "today we'll give you some insights into bras by discussing with you the particulars of the bras we're wearing. So let's all take off our tops."

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

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

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

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

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

Blake took it from Karen and held it up to look at. It was of thin cotton with a floral pattern on it and with elastic below the cups instead of an underwire. He fumbled a bit not knowing how to get it ready to put on, until Karen intervened. "There, there now, let me help you." She lined up the hooks in each hand and encircled Blake's waist from the rear and clipped the bra in his front. "You see, this is how girls put on their bras. Pass it around your back and clip it in front, now swivel the cups around to the front, and lift up the bra while putting your arms through the straps."

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

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

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

Karen reached behind her back and undid her bra. She took it off and handed it to Blake to examine. She told him to feel the hard underwire frame, which he did. He also could not help noticing how pretty Karen's breasts were. He felt both strongly attracted to them, like he wouldn't mind playing with them, but at the same time he felt a pang of jealousy. As nice as it would be play with Karen's breasts, it would be even nicer if they were his own breasts.

"It's a very pretty bra too. I like the lace and bow," he said.

The girls laughed when he said this. "Blake, you don't have to be that nice. Most bras have some sort of lace on them, because girls and women often like to wear pretty things. It's just nice to know that it's there. As far as my breast size is concerned, my mom says that this is about where I'll stay until I have a baby which then always screws up a girl's breasts. They become very big with milk of course, and then later sometimes shrink and sometimes don't. It's hard to predict."

Blake had on a puzzled expression which prompted Karen to ask, "what's the matter?"

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

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

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

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

"Yes, of course."

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

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

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

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

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

"I guess you'll only be able to wear your bra, though I guess under your winter coat you could wear your breasts; they shouldn't be too noticeable like that," Kathy said.

"Anyway, let's hear from Janet about her bra," Karen said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"There are a number of additional things you have to take care of," Amy said. "First of all, you should let your fingernails grow out like a girl's. That way, we can put polish on them during our outings together, and show off your very pretty hands."

"OK, that should be fun."

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

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

"People won't look too much at your hands if you're dressed like a boy. They'll just assume that they're short, and not take any notice."

"I guess you're right."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The girls excitedly gave out a silent cheer and pumped their fists.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I guess I feel very pretty."

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

"What? Why are you asking that?"

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

"Yes, I guess so."

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

"You can surely beat her easily."

"I suppose so."

"Give it a try."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, and the procession will not be symmetric now. We were planning to have three bridesmaids on each side of the dais."

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

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

It took a moment for Blake to realize what they were saying, but when he did, his heart burst with joy.
 
 
Chapter 3
 
At 8 P.M. Mrs. O'Connor drove Blake home. Before leaving, the girls had made sure that all traces of make-up were removed from his face as well as any stray hairs coming from the wig. He was still wearing his bra and panties, which he would try and wear every day. When he entered his house he saw that his mother and father were sitting in the living room. He walked over to his mom and gave her a kiss hello.

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

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

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

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

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

"It's nothing dad. We just seem to have hit it off. They like me because I talk about things. Not just want to ask them out on dates."

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

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

Blake took advantage of his mom's intervention to change the subject.

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

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

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

After chatting awhile longer, Blake went to his room to do his homework. Later that night when he went to sleep he wore his panties, but took off his bra. He spent a few minutes examining the pretty lace on it and how it was made. He then put it against his cheek and kissed it gently.

This is my very first bra, he thought. He could smell a slight trace of perfume on it which he imagined came from Kathy's drawer. I wonder what kind of bras I'll get on Saturday, he thought. He imagined having his own drawer full of bras and panties and other girlish things. He would be able to choose his own perfume to scent them with. Everyday he could wake up and choose some pretty things to wear. He imagined how every morning, he and the other girls in the club would wake up, take off their nighties, select a bra from their drawer and put it on.

In his reverie he thought how nice it must be to have breasts to tuck into place in one's bra cups and to feel how they stick out under ones blouse. How nice it must be to have breasts bouncing in front of you while you walked. He thought of how vulnerable it must make a girl feel, knowing that the boys would always be staring at your breasts and getting aroused looking at them. When he got his new 'breasts' on Saturday would he experience the same feelings himself? Is that just part of feeling pretty? He would know soon enough anyway.

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

 
His first morning of wearing a bra at school went off without a hitch. He felt a bit closer to being like one of the girls in the class than he had wearing just panties.

At recess during lunch time Kathy asked him if he was wearing his bra and he had the satisfaction of being able to say "yes!" She also told him to look carefully at the girls in the club for they had purposefully chosen to wear different outfits that day so as to help give Blake ideas for the kind of clothes he would want to buy on their shopping trip.

Kathy had on a ruffly white blouse, a pleated skirt, white panty hose and black patent leather shoes with a low heel. Blake could see that she was wearing a lacy white bra under the blouse, whose ruffles partially hid the front of her bra. Kathy explained that her outfit helped amplify the size of her bust. She had him look at how the skirt buttoned around her waist and explained about the side zipper.

She also showed him her fingernails which had on a white polish matching her blouse. She picked up his hand and said, "I'm glad to see that your nails are just starting to grow out now. They'll be just the right length for the wedding. We'll also have to buy you some clear nail hardener so they don't break."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What about my panties?" Janet said.

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

"What do you think?"

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

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

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

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

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

"You're observant, Pamela! That's the string from the tampon I'm wearing. You see, my period started this morning, so I had to put one of those in my vagina."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Getting up now, Blake sat on the bench with the girls. "I'm a bit afraid about getting a garter belt or bustier because I'm frightened at being that sexy."

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

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

"Neither can we Pam. We're looking forward to making you into a very pretty young girl," Kathy said. "In fact, my mom said that she would go shopping with us to help make sure that you get the right things." They got up to go back to their afternoon classes. When they were near the building, Kathy suddenly pointed to Blake's arm, and he saw that the pink strap of his bra had fallen off his shoulder and was clearly visible through the arm hole of his short-sleeved shirt. He discretely put his hand inside his shirt and straightened it out.

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

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

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

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

"It's not fair."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ann, you can't do that!"

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

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

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

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

Blake found that there were many panties of all kinds and types. Some looked relatively new and some were kind of worn. The latter often had permanent stains in the crotch area. "I guess it's from some sort of discharges girls have. I'll have to ask the club members." Scattered in the laundry were a couple of girdles. These had attached garters, a lace panel in the front topped by a small bow made of ribbon. They were both white and one of them had a side zipper. There were several slips, both full and half. A very pretty powder blue one caught Blake's eye and he held it up in front of him and imagined the feel of it on his body. He remembered that the day after next he would be getting his own girls clothes and felt a surge of relief from the frustration of knowing that all these lovely clothes were not his.

Blake felt a steadily increasing sexual tension in his imaginary clitoris and decided that he had better relieve himself. He took the zippered girdle, one of his mom's black bras and Janice's blue bra and blue slip and went into the downstairs bathroom which had a large wall length mirror. He locked the door, and took off his shirt and pants revealing his own bra and panty. He took his bra off, and then put on his mothers black one.

The cups were large and empty and he tried to imagine his mother's breasts filling them up. He took that bra off and tried on Janice's blue bra. The C cups were still very large and he took off his socks and stuffed them in the cups. He then quickly put the girdle on, squirming a bit to fit it up over his hips. He zipped up the side and looked in the mirror. He felt very womanly as he minced a few steps back and forth. He put the slip on and sat down on the closed toilet seat to admire the reflections of the pretty clothes in the mirror.

Carefully, he put a little soap on his hand and then reached under the slip and under the girdle and into his panties until he had found his "clitoris." He rubbed it slowly back and forth while admiring his view of the girdle peeking out from beneath the slip. The set of double straps over his arms and the combined effect of the lace of the large bra and the slip make him feel faint. After a minute he found himself ejaculating. He aimed it into his hand and avoided getting any moisture on the slip or girdle. After washing his hand off he once again sat down, closed his eyes and rested for a few minutes.

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

"Oh, she left right after you did."

"You mean that you folded the clothes yourself?"

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let him speak for himself, mom."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Perhaps that's a good idea."

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

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

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

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

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

"What's up Janice?"

"Can I be honest with you Blake?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Saturday afternoon? Dad, I've already made plans!" Blake stammered.

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

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

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

"I have to go shopping."

"Shopping? What's so important about shopping? You can do that any time."

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

"Who are they?"

"My new friends."

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

Blake's dad looked at him like he was crazy and Blake wished he could hide somewhere. "It's for the wedding. I have to get my usher's suit. Mrs. O'Connor wants to buy it for me and they're counting on my going."

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

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

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

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

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

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

End Part I
 
 
To Be Continued...