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The Girls Only Club by Pamela ([email protected]) 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 tha