The Girls Only Club

The Girls-Only Club by Pamela

(c) 1997 "peter bernard" pamelapamela@hotmail.com.

1. Chapter

The next day Blake went to Kathy's house as early as he could so he would have time to dress up as perfectly as possible for the party. He also wanted to be available to help Mrs. O'Connor in the preparations in case she needed him.

For the occasion Blake made sure to put his breasts on with the glue, to shave his legs and do any other little things to make Pamela as pretty as possible. Kathy and Mrs. O'Connor both recommended he wear his blue party dress and he didn't give them any argument about it. He especially loved its full skirt with the lace trim. He was also very happy to have the opportunity to wear high heels. His hair was almost long enough that he didn't need the wig, but he didn't want anything to go wrong this special day so he put it on. Kathy insisted he tie a pink ribbon into it, and he didn't raise an objection about this either. He spent an extra long time in the mirror applying his makeup. Mrs. O'Connor and Kathy helped him choose a nice shade of red lipstick and blush, and helped him with his fingernail and toenail polish. He had been a little worried that Beth might walk in on him before his transformation was complete, but she was always a late sleeper and she didn't come out of her bedroom for breakfast until Blake was a very cute looking Pamela.

When he was all ready, he asked Mrs. O'Connor how he could help with the party. ``That's very kind of you to offer Pamela. There is so much work involved and I would love your help."

``Great, Mrs. O'Connor, I really want to do something nice for you for a change!"

Pamela, just being yourself has been more than enough payment to me!" Mrs. O'Connor said. Just to see how pretty you are and to see you blossoming as a young lady, is really wonderful. Lord knows you have been through so much the last couple of weeks, its a miracle you've stuck with it and have kept your positive spirit."

``Its you and the girls in the club and such nice people as Diana and Doctor Wentworth which have made the difference!"

They smiled at each other for a few seconds and Blake said, ``so what can I do to help?"

Mrs. O'Connor found a pretty apron for him to put on over his dress. It was light blue with ruffled edges and had Mom's Little Helper" stitched across the chest, with a picture of a young girl below it. This one is a little corny," Mrs. O'Connor said, ``but it sort of fits you a little doesn't it?"

Blake laughed at the joke and put it on. Mrs. O'Connor tied the string tightly behind his back. She assigned him some vacuuming and dusting of the living room, where all the guests would be congregating. He also had to put out coasters and get the silverware and glassware ready and all set up. In the kitchen he helped Kathy prepare vegetables for the dips and helped with some other cooking chores. While they were working together Kathy said, ``its so much fun having you here helping out, Pamela. You're like a sister my own age!"

``I really love having this chance to help you and your mom. I'm so excited about the party. I've never been to a wedding shower before!"

``Neither have I, Pam!" and they laughed together.

While they were working together, Beth came in to have breakfast. She was wearing only a very short see-through nightie and matching panties.

``Good morning, girls" Beth said, smiling at Blake and Kathy as she helped herself to orange juice.

``Good morning!" they both said in unison.

``You look very pretty today, mom's little helper!" Beth said.

``Thank you," Blake said blushing and feeling that he was perhaps dressed a little bit too much like a little girl.

``I'm surprised to see you here so early helping out."

``I had nothing else planned this morning, and I thought it would be fun to help Kathy and your mom prepare for the party."

``I'm glad you feel that way. I know how much work it must be and they won't let me do anything!"

``You're the bride to be, so it would be terrible for you to have to help!" Blake said.

``I suppose you're right. Anyway I do appreciate your coming."

``Its no bother at all!"

``Pamela, that's a pretty dress you have on. All those cute bows and little hearts."

Blake stopped what he was doing for a second to turn around so she could see the back.

``You must be very happy getting married," Blake said.

``Yes, I am. Brad is such a nice guy. I feel so lucky to have found him."

``You look so nice together."

``Thank you for saying that. We're both surf bums, I guess you could say. We love hanging out at the beach!"

``I saw his picture and I couldn't believe how strong he looks."

``Oh, yes, Brad likes to work out. He's a real jock. Thats the kind of man I've always been attracted to. The bigger the muscles, the better. I like real manly men. Men who's masculinity is just popping out of their skin. You know, a man who is as far from a sissy as you can imagine. You'd be surprised how hard it can be to find a hunk like Brad. So many men today are sort of effeminate sometimes, even pretty, dressing in slightly feminine clothes. Ugh, that's not for me."

Gosh, Beth," Kathy said, could you answer a question for me?"

``What, Kathy?"

``Do you like masculine men?" After a second, Beth started to laugh and was joined in by Kathy.

``Yes, I guess I did get carried away a bit. Anyway, the bottom line is that a really strong guy makes me feel very feminine which is how I want to feel."

Blake had fallen silent thinking about what Beth would think about him. He was about as far from a manly man as a boy could get. Now he was `mom's little helper.'

At that moment, the doorbell rang and Kathy went to answer it. In a minute she came back into the kitchen with the rest of the girls from the club: Amy, Karen, Penny and Janet. They were all there to help with the preparations.

After they greeted Beth and wished her well, Beth said, ``I've got all my bridesmaids here together! You are the most beautiful bunch of girls I've ever seen!" The girls were wearing dresses in different pastel hues, with stockings and heels. Among the members of the club, only Blake's dress had a wide skirt; the other girls had worn slinkier, more grown up dresses. It didn't bother Blake, since he felt like the youngest girl anyway and in a sense he really was.

``Just wait until we all have our bridesmaid dresses on!" Karen said.

``We can hardly wait for the big day. But you must be so excited!" Penny added.

``I can hardly sleep at night!"

Mrs. O'Connor came in and assigned each of the girls some final jobs to do, while Beth went upstairs to get ready for the party. When they were all done, the six of them sat down on the sofas in the living room. Amy, Blake and Karen were on one sofa and Janet, Penny and Kathy were on a facing one. They were all silent for a few minutes looking at each other.

What pretty earrings you have Amy," Penny said, I just noticed them."

Oh, yes," said Kathy, they really are pretty."

``I borrowed them from my mom. I thought they would match my dress better than my own."

Blake turned to admire the long dangling gold earrings. ``Are those new shoes Janet?" Kathy asked.

``Yes, my mom took me shopping yesterday. I told her that I just had to get some new heels for the shower. She gave me a hard time about it but in the end she gave in."

I know how that goes," Amy said. Sometimes its so hard to get the things we really need."

``Only lucky Pamela got all new clothes!" Janet said.

Blake blushed, ``I haven't even worn everything yet! I was so happy that today I got to wear my blue dress. And yesterday I got to wear my red skirt and white blouse and I wore one of my girdles."

``You've got so many girdles Pamela, it'll take you a long time to get to wear all of them!" Amy teased.

Blake and some of the girls laughed. ``Today I'm wearing pantyhose. I can see a bit what you mean about girdles being kind of restricting. After two hours yesterday, my hips felt a bit squeezed in it. I mean it still was a nice feeling, but it was a bit of a relief to take it off."

``My mom warned you," Kathy said.

``No, no I still really like girdles and I am so happy I bought several of them. They give me a kind of safe feeling that I like. Its nice to wear stockings also, then I don't have to pull down my pantyhose when I pee."

``Don't you pull down the girdle?"

``Well, the french one is open. I found that all I have to do is pull it up a little higher and then pull down just my panties. That seems to work well. Of course with my panty girdles that won't work."

``Are your bras all comfortable?" Janet asked.

``Oh, yes. I've mainly been wearing my Maidenform bras, and I did wear the Olga bra a couple of days. Pretty soon I think I would have worn each of them at least once."

Blake looked around and realized that all the girls were wearing earrings except himself. ``Don't you all think I should get my ears pierced. I just realized that you all have earrings on."

``By all means, you should, Pam, but thats one thing your mom and dad will notice right away!" Kathy said.

Janet added ``Don't feel bad. Someday I'm sure you'll get it done. In the meantime you should get some of your own clip on earrings."

``Tell us how your shopping adventure went Pam," Amy said.

``I got something very pretty for Beth. I sure hope she likes it."

``How was it like being Pamela all alone with out us to help you?"

``Well initially I was very scared, but after riding the bus awhile I started to feel pretty comfortable. I could see the men admiring me but I didn't flirt with them! Later, on the way home, I ran into Clifford while I was waiting for the bus."

``Oh, no!" the girls exclaimed.

``I bet he went right after you," Amy said.

``Well I guess you're right, only it really wasn't so bad. I was sitting waiting for the bus and he came up to me and sat down next to me. Before I knew it he gave me a long kiss which was really kind of dreamy. I think I even asked him to kiss me again. But then the bus came and I ran off without telling him where I live or anything."

Pamela!" Amy said, how could you kiss a boy like him. You know what a bully he is. I can't believe you like him."

``I didn't really have a choice. I mean he is so strong and he put his arms around me and pulled me toward him. I got all weak and fluttery, and I thought he was very handsome."

``You're so innocent Pamela! Clifford does that dreamy eye stuff to any girl he can get his hands on. He's such a creep that none of us would ever let him touch us!"

Blake looked crestfallen and Amy took his hand. ``Ask yourself one thing. Do you think that Clifford cares about your mind and what you are thinking?"

Blake thought about this a minute. ``I guess not."

``Then do you really want a relationship with a boy like that? Sure, we girls can get crushes on guys, but someone like Clifford, who has no other nice values, except his cute smile is not the sort we like. In the blink of an eye he would be trying to make love to you, and soon as he did, he would consider you a tramp and treat you like one. I bet he'd get all the other boys in the class thinking they could screw you too. I mean he would just boast to everybody about how he conquered you!"

``I'm sure your right Amy. And he always was so cruel to me as Blake. Why should I let him kiss me as Pamela?"

``There are a million boys out there. And many drop dead gorgeous ones who would fight to have a date with a girl as pretty as you. You don't have to settle for someone like him!"

``The next time he sees you as Pamela, I want you to look him right in the eye and tell him you're not interested in a relationship! Oh, he'll kick up a ruckus and he'll flex his big muscles and smile and charm you. Just don't do anything you really don't want to do!"

``You couldn't have said it better," Kathy added.

OK, I think you're all right. Next time I see him I'll try as hard as I can to say no." Blake tried to say this convincingly, but in his heart he remembered how much he liked kissing Clifford and especially the feeling of Clifford's great strength. I must be like Beth, wanting a very strong man to love. He thought of his father and how strong he was and also Barry. Maybe this is the way I want to love my Dad: as Pamela. His reverie was interrupted by Mrs. O'Connor who had entered the room saying, Everything's done! All I've got to do is get dressed. Pamela, why don't you come up with me and keep me company?"

``I'd love to Mrs. O'Connor!" and Blake got up to follow her upstairs to her room. Upon entering it, he sat at the end of her bed, while Mrs. O'Connor stepped out of her clothes.

``Happy?" she asked.

``Why yes, Mrs. O'Connor, you know that I am!"

Mrs. O'Connor smiled at him, ``go get a bra and panties and some pantyhose for me while I wash up."

Blake went to her drawers and decided which of each she should wear. He saw her new Olga bras and he picked one of them. It was a shell color. In the panty drawer he found a lacy pair which partially matched the bra. Mrs. O'Connor's stocking drawer had many different colored stockings so he asked her which she wanted to wear.

``Any pair of nude stockings will do," she called out to him.

He gathered up a pair of pantyhose and laid it on the bed along with the bra and panties. He could see Mrs. O'Connor sitting at her vanity applying makeup and walked over to her.

``I put your things on the bed."

``Thank you honey," Mrs. O'Connor said.

Blake couldn't help but admire how attractive she looked. ``Mrs. O'Connor you're such a beautiful women. I mean my mom is just a couple of years older than you, but you look so much younger than her."

``It's kind of you to say that Pamela. I guess I do really work hard at keeping trim. Your mom has four kids to look after. Its very exhausting and I'm sure it doesn't leave her much time to be beautiful, though I think she really is quite an attractive women. It's hard being a woman, Pamela."

``Oh, I know that already. I've had such a hard time with boys and men and I don't know what's going to become of me. So many people now know about me being Pamela, I think the whole town will know soon. Dr. Wentworth told me all about what to expect and now I'm all mixed-up as to whether I should be Blake pretending to be Pamela all the time or else I should have the doctors make me into Pamela permanently. Beth was telling us how much she prefers masculine men, like Brad. Part of me feels that way also. Its like I want to be as pretty as I can be so a big strong man will come and hold me and kiss me."

``Those are very common feelings for a young girl."

``But don't you see that if I was to be like that, I'd probably become a real girl, I mean have an operation. Then, I guess I might find a man to marry me and I could be his wife. But we couldn't have babies and I so much want to have a baby."

``I see, its really complicated."

``On the other hand, maybe I could find a very strong woman who would want to love me as a very feminine girl. I could not have any surgery, she could have the baby but I would be the mommy, once she delivered. Only maybe after we have all the children we want, I could have surgery and become a real girl."

``That sounds OK also."

But Mrs. O'Connor," Blake said with emotion, are there any women like this? I mean a woman who could love and respect a man who dresses and acts like a girl?"

Mrs. O'Connor looked earnestly at Blake. ``Honey, you don't know how many times in the last few weeks since you became Pamela, that I thought how wonderful it would be if only we were of similar ages. I would have loved to be married to a man like you, to have you be my girlfriend or wife. While I wouldn't be really dominant over you, say like your sister Anne, I would still be happy to take the male role and let you be just as pretty and feminine as you want to be."

Overcome with emotion, Blake started to cry, and he ran into Mrs. O'Connor's outstretched arms. They hugged each other and cried together for they both new that there was a big age gap and Mrs. O'Connor could never have Blake as they might wish.

``Someday you'll meet a girl just like that."

``But I'm sure that none of the girls in the club or in my class at school would ever feel like that."

``Young girls are very caught up in just experiencing their femininity for the first time. Its exciting to have boys pursue them and they are really very innocent as to what it is that makes a good husband. If you look at older women who have experienced some men, say women in their late twenties, they are starting to realize that many many men are not a source of closeness. They are remote and preoccupied with their careers or sports. Finding a man who is sensitive and caring is not easy. In fact finding a man who is like a woman becomes what many women begin to search for. So maybe in just a few years you'll find that more and more of your girl friends might start to fall in love with you as a girl."

``I hope you're right," Blake said.

``If not, you always have the option of finding the right man."

Mrs. O'Connor had completed her makeup and fixed up around Blake's eyes where he had cried. He said, ``What perfume will you put on today?"

``What would you like me to put on Pamela?"

I don't know, let me smell some of these." Blake picked up a number of bottles one by one and smelled them. There was Red Door," Escada," L'Air du Temps" and others. ``I really like the Escada," he said after some reflection.

``OK, then I'll wear some of that." Mrs. O'Connor put a few drops on her neck and in her decolletage and then asked Blake if he wanted some.

``Sure!"

She put some on his neck and Mrs. O'Connor got very close to him and smiled at him. They looked into the mirror together and smiled at each other. Mrs. O'Connor, naked with her large breasts topped by her puffed up nipples, and Blake in the lacy dress with his apron still on.

Blake couldn't contain himself and he said, ``I love you Mrs. O'Connor."

She smiled even more and held him tightly to her. ``I love you too Pamela."

They left the bathroom and Mrs. O'Connor began putting on her bra and then stepped into the panties Blake had selected. She sat down and put on the panty hose. From the closet she took out a beautiful light orange pastel dress and with Blake's help she put it on and zipped it up her back.

Its such a pretty dress," Blake said. The two of them got all their makeup and hair and everything else in perfect order and Mrs. O'Connor said. Shall we go down? The first guests are about to arrive! But first take off your apron. You can put it back on later if you have to."

Blake turned around so Mrs. O'Connor could undo the knot, and he took it off. Holding hands they proceeded downstairs to wait with the other girls for the guests to arrive.

Not long after Blake and Mrs. O'Connor came downstairs, the guests began arriving for the party. Blake stood between Amy and Janet along with the rest of the girls in the club watching as woman upon woman entered the house carrying elegantly wrapped presents for Beth. They congratulated her and exchanged excited greetings with her and Mrs. O'Connor.

Whenever one of the guests was familiar, the girls would make a point of introducing Blake to her. They seemed to know just about everybody and Blake was overwhelmed by all the new names to remember. He smiled politely at each women and either held out his hand or lightly kissed the cheek of the woman in greeting; whatever the other girls were doing. He was introduced as Pamela, a new girl in town, who would be one of the bridesmaids at the wedding.

Beth's friends came singly and in groups, some being dropped off by their boy friends. Kathy's aunt came with her two 16 year old twin daughters, Christina and Angela. They had on exquisitely shear dark gray dresses with very low decolletage. For girls their age, they were unusually large breasted and Blake felt an immediate pang of jealousy. All of the women being introduced to Blake were very friendly with the exception of Christina and Angela who were so haughty that they barely acknowledged his presence. Blake found out later that they were always like that, and in fact that was why Beth had insisted they not be bridesmaids. This could also explain why they were particularly arrogant to the Girls-Only Club members.

Blake observed that many of the women were stunningly beautiful like Beth. They wore an assortment of sophisticated dresses, many in light pastel shades of blue, pink and yellow. Many were tight and low cut. Blake noticed the many stockinged legs and graceful high heels. There were pretty bracelets and long dangling earrings. So many different perfumes and such loud excited chatter.

The foyer was very crowded with more than two dozen women and several men. One by one the Girls-Only Club members drifted off intermingling with the women and Blake stood shyly alone to one side. He saw Mrs. O'Connor across the room and she smiled and gave him a wink. She was laughing gaily at something a woman near her had said. At that moment Blake became aware of Angela and Christina walking over to him. As they walked up to him he couldn't stop his eyes from darting down to take in the view of their breasts. They had truly phenomenal young breasts that rode high and jutted out in amazing proportions. With their skimpy dresses a very large part of their breasts were showing. Looking up he knew that they had seen his glance.

Angela," Christina said to her sister, remember this is Pamela one of Beth's bridesmaids."

I remember her quite well," Angela said, she is just the cutest girl here!"

From the way she said it, Blake wasn't sure if it was a complement.

Tell us, Pamela," Christina said talking directly to Blake, which made him avert his eyes,wherever did you get that pretty Barbie dress?"

``What do you mean Barbie dress?" Blake asked, unsure as to whether he should know what they meant.

``Your dress is just like a dress I had for my Barbie, years ago when I used to play with them," Christina said airily with a hint of humor.

I guess its just a coincidence," Blake said, I bought it at the dress shop at the Mall.

Oh, did you now! How darling," Angela said, you bought it at the mall."

Her voice had overtones of baby talk as she said this. Christina continued, ``well its a very pretty dress for a special girl, and its nice because it has plenty of extra room on top if you were to develop a bust."

``But I am an A cup," Blake protested.

``Oh, my goodness, Pamela, you're an A cup. I didn't realize it! See Angela, Pammy is really very grown up already!" Her tone was now clearly baby talk and Angela and her were fighting back giggles.

``So you're wearing bras now! You've got your first bra!"

``Yes, I have a lot of bras!"

``I'll bet you do Pammy. Are they pretty ones?"

``Yes, they are!"

``Show us your bra."

``I can't, its under my dress," Blake said. The dress had a high neckline and short sleeves.

``Too bad, Pammy. But we'll take your word for it," Angela said.

Someday you might have breasts like us," Christina said and moved very close to Blake so her chest was just touching his chest. He looked down at her large cleavage and all he could think to say was, I don't think so."

``When you're a big girl you very well might have large titties," Angela joked and Christina laughed.

``I AM a big girl now," Blake said, realizing that this sounded silly.

``Yes, honey, we know you are! You're a very big girl now! We love your very pretty pink bow in your hair, don't we Christina?"

Blake wanted to walk away from them but the two girls had him trapped in the corner. He didn't know what to say and kept silent.

``That's a complement, Pammy, don't you say thank you?"

Thank you," Blake said, I'm sorry." He was afraid to get them angry.

When you're grown up, your mommy will let you get your ears pierced," Angela remarked. Don't you want your ears pierced?"

Blake couldn't help noticing that both of the girls had long pretty gold earrings, with little diamonds in them. ``Yes, I do want pierced ears."

``Then why don't you get them done?"

Blake realized that he had to give some explanation and said, ``my mom says I can get them pierced next week."

``Oh, how nice, just before the wedding!" Christina said.

``We'll be looking forward to seeing your new studs at the wedding!"

Blake wasn't quite sure what they meant by studs, so he said nothing. Somehow he would have to have earrings on for the wedding. He would have to get some clip on studs whatever they were.

``Tell us, do you still play with Barbies?"

``Yes," Blake said thinking of a few weeks earlier. This set off both girls laughing and they walked away from him holding onto each other fully enjoying the joke at Blake's expense.

Feeling dejected, Blake surveyed the many women in the room. They all seemed so elegant and womanly. Even Penny must be wearing some falsies, he thought, because her chest looked very prominent today and he knew that they both wore A cup bras. He admired the dress she was wearing, it was a beautiful halter cut in a light purple. She looked to be at least 21 in it. Looking at his reflection in a long mirror next to the front door, Blake saw that his own dress, while very pretty lacked the sophistication of the other girls. It was a Barbie dress, he could see clearly now. He felt young and immature and he that all the nasty implications of what the two sisters had said about him were true. He became acutely conscious that his breasts were really small compared to the others, and his dress was really very girlish. He wanted to be like one of them so badly. He wished he could have a vagina inside his panties instead of his horrible penis, and he wished he could be as large breasted as Angela or Christina. He was so envious he didn't know what to do. The other club members, looked so much more sophisticated than him and he understood now why they had chosen to wear the kinds of dresses they had. He wished he could run upstairs and hide. He desperately wanted to change his dress, but now that everyone had seen him in it and had been introduced to him it would be too conspicuous to suddenly appear in one of his other dresses.

All the women seemed to be so comfortable with themselves. He could see clearly that they all knew how to be pretty, how to find a perfect dress, how to wear it, how to select shoes and a purse, how to set their hair and apply sophisticated makeup. He turned and walked quickly up the stairs and then ran into Kathy's bedroom and threw himself on the bed and began sobbing hysterically into a pillow. After a few minutes he heard someone enter the room, and then felt an arm gently on his shoulder. He turned around and saw that it was Penny.

``I saw you run up the stairs, Pam, and I was worried about you. What happened with Christina and Angela? What did they say?"

``Penny they were so mean to me, making fun of my dress and my not having big breasts and saying other hateful things. But I think they are right, Penny. I'm not a real girl. All the women downstairs, including you club members are so self assured, you all know how to be a woman. I don't know who I'm trying to kid, but I don't see how I'll ever become like you all. I so desperately want to, but I have no real breasts and I don't have a vagina, and my periods are just pretend." Blake broke out into sobbing again.

``Come, come, Pam, you know that it isn't as all bad as that. They are jealous of how pretty you are, and that you'll be a bridesmaid and they won't. Its just jealousy, and of course you have a while to go until you become a sophisticated lady. Just be patient, just think how far you have progressed in just a few weeks already."

``Are you sure, Penny? Do you really think I'm making progress?"

``Yes, Pamela, there is no question about it. Kathy told you before how mean Angela and Christina were, so you shouldn't listen to anything they say."

``They called my dress a Barbie dress, and I think they are right! And they said my pink ribbon makes me look like a little girl!"

``Your dress is very pretty and suits you perfectly. Why should you have to dress all grown up yet? The main thing is that all the other women see you as a very sweet, delicate growing girl. You have plenty of time later to become a grown woman."

Penny's reassurance had the desired effect and after a few more minutes, Blake felt restored enough to face the party again. Penny held him tightly, and assisted him in fixing up his make-up. ``Now lets go down and enjoy ourselves!" Penny said, and they went back downstairs.

As Penny and Blake entered the foyer, Mrs. O'Connor was calling out over the din, ``all you men have got to go now, we have to start the party!"

One of the men joked to Mrs. O'Connor, ``Aw Shucks! Can't we stay!"

Laughing, Mrs. O'Connor said, ``This party is for girls only! You have your own separate party for Brad! Or should I say orgy!"

The handful of men still remaining said their goodbyes to Beth and their girl friends. When the front door closed on the last one, Blake felt a sudden return of his insecurity. Here he was with all these women and he was like a male spy among them. For a moment Blake felt like he ought to leave too, but he felt Penny squeeze his hand and he knew that she knew what he was thinking. Before he had another moment to think about himself, Mrs. O'Connor came up to him and said, ``Would you grab a tray of appetizers and circulate with them?"

Thankful for the chance to be helpful, Blake said, sure!" and ran to the kitchen behind Mrs. O'Connor. Mrs. O'Connor put the same apron he had worn before on him and fastened it around his waist. He wanted to protest but didn't have the heart to criticize her judgment. Evidently, she had no problem with him wearing it so why should he! The guests had now all drifted into the living room and were sitting and standing informally. Blake summoned up all his courage and carried a tray of crackers with salmon pate into the room and began offering them to everyone. Kathy had another tray of pate do foie gras. As each woman took a cracker and thanked him, Blake smiled politely and made a tiny curtsey. Many of the woman thought the Mommy's little helper" apron to be very precious and complemented Blake on how he was just the perfect little helper for Mrs. O'Connor. Blake found himself blushing profusely and accepted the fact that by being the youngest girl at the party it was natural for the women to treat him special.

When he brought the tray to Christina and Angela, they laughed at him and made fun of the apron. Why did you go upstairs before, Pamela?" Angela said, Did we make you cry?"

Christina and her sister laughed and Blake said, ``you are not very nice!" By the looks on their faces he was concerned about getting them angry and he quickly walked away. They might be like Anne and her friends and I better be careful, he thought.

When the tray was empty he went back for another. After all the food had been served, Mrs. O'Connor announced that it was time to play the first of several games. One involved carrying ten grains of rice, one by one from a bowl to a plate using a tooth pick. Another consisted of tying many different ribbons together. The games created alot of excited laughter by the women and Blake found himself thoroughly enjoying playing them.

It finally became time to open Beth's many presents. Mrs. O'Connor had her sit in a large chair facing everyone and announced, ``we need someone to bring the presents to Beth!"

Amy called out, ``that should be the prettiest girl here, except for the bride of course!"

Mrs. O'Connor said, ``who's the prettiest girl?"

``Pamela!" someone called out.

Blake was caught by surprise and let out a sudden shriek and then covered his face as everybody laughed.

``Yes it certainly must be Pamela," someone else said.

``Yes of course, its Pamela!" the girls in the Girls-Only-Club all called out together.

``I think it should be Angela and me," Christina said in a loud voice suddenly making the room quiet down.

Sensing trouble, Mrs. O'Connor intervened, ``you two are just as pretty as Pamela, but in the case of a tie we need to pick the youngest!"

The women all loudly agreed with this and so it was decided that Blake would choose the presents one by one for Beth to open.

He walked over and sat down carefully on the carpet in front of her chair, with his blue skirt spread out around him. From this vantage point he could pick presents from the nearby pile and hand them up to her.

``What one shall I choose first?" he asked Beth.

Its for you to decide!" Beth said, that's your job!"

Looking at the many beautifully wrapped packages he selected one in silver paper with many bows and handed it to Beth.

``Tell us who its from," Beth said.

Reading the label he said, ``its from Helga."

Beth took the package and opened it. She held up a pale yellow negligee with a gathered waist and a full skirt with several layers of soft silky satin. Blake gasped with excitement. ``It's so pretty!"

Beth laughed and said, ``thank you Helga its really stunning! But I think you'll have to get one for Pamela too!"

While Blake blushed, Helga called out, ``try it on Beth!"

I'll be happy to show you later," Beth said, I couldn't possibly try on every one's outfit!"

``Yes you can!" several girls called out.

``But there is nowhere to change here!" Beth said.

Doesn't matter. Try it on!" Then all the women picked up the chant until everyone was shouting,Try it on! Try it on!" Finally Beth gave in and said, you asked for it!" Standing up in front of Blake, she lifted her dress over her head until she was standing in her white slip. She then stepped out of her heels and pulled the slip over her head. She now just had on her panties, pantyhose and a bra and reached for the negligee to try on when Helga shouted, Beth, take off your bra and pantyhose!" Laughing loudly all the women agreed and demanded that Beth do as Helga said. Beth then reached behind her back and undid her bra releasing her enormous breasts for everyone to admire. Blake was awestruck looking up at Beth from the floor in front of her. Sitting down for a second, Beth took off her pantyhose and then in an act of bravado flung off her panties which accidentally landed on Blake's head causing everyone to laugh at the silliness of it. Laughing also Blake put her panties along with her other clothes as Beth put on the negligee.

The yellow nightie was truly gorgeous and every cheered loudly as Beth walked back and forth in front of Blake modeling it. When she was done, she signaled to Blake to give her another present. This time it was from her friend Hope. She found an exquisite matching bra and panty set in the box. The bra had a delicate pattern of tiny red roses over the cups which were edged with a floral lace. The bikini panty had the lace in a rose shape over the center. When Beth tried it on, Blake could see her pubic hair through the lace. The set fit beautifully and she took an extended walk around the room as if she was modeling in a fashion show.

One by one the present opening and fashion show continued. There were teddys and more nighties, bras and panties. A friend of Beth's had given her a black leather corset with a whip and mask. While modeling it, she pretended to be a slave driver and had stood over Blake saying, ``give me the next present, slave!" and had whipped him across his shoulders. It didn't exactly hurt, but Blake wasn't sure if she was serious or not and was relieved when Beth laughed at the joke.

Other presents were a garter belt, some slips, stockings and even a pair of slippers. Blake's present turned out to be one of the more exciting and Beth looked ravishing in the red velvet lace-up teddy that he had purchased. One of the gift boxes had no name on it, and when Beth opened it up she found a huge plaster replica of a penis with an inscription in black lettering, ``Beth's Boss."

Oh, Yuck!" Beth said, This must have been planted in here by one of the guys."

The women, who had initially laughed at the statue, then started to voice their insult. ``I wonder which creepy guy is behind this!" one of the women called out.

Boy, I'd love to get my hands on him!" another shouted, and so would I!" yelled a third.

``Men are such pricks! When you get down to it, they really just are big penises trying to lord over their wives and girlfriends." This was greeted with a chorus of agreement.

A woman called out ``Men aren't good for anything more than just carrying their penises around for us!" and everyone laughed together.

``They're just big penis carriers!"

``Most men think through their penises!"

``If at all!"

As the women got more and more carried away they starting chanting,

``Who needs men!"

``Who needs men!"

Then someone called out, ``cut their pricks off!"

``Yeah!" a dozen women said laughing.

``Cut their cocks off!"

Now all the woman started chanting in unison, ``cut them off! Cut them off!"

A women ran to the kitchen and came back with a butcher's knife and shouted lets form a posse and cut off the first one we find!" The women found this hysterical and everyone was laughing and teasing and shouting. Blake had a weak smile on his face while he sat quietly looking around in fear. He noticed that all the club members were going along with the frenzied crowd. They were shouting and chanting along with everyone else, cut them off!"

Angela noticed that Blake was the only one not shouting and she yelled over to him, Come on, Pamela, you cut off the first one!" Some of the other women joined in saying Pamela gets the first one!", ``Pamela gets the first one!"

Why aren't you excited?" some of the women near him called out. Out of fear of being caught he began to shout along with them, cut it off! cut if off."

Once he started saying it he found himself getting more and more excited and caught up in the mass feelings. The woman were on their feet now, raising their fists and shouting. Some of them started to take off their clothes and others joined in. They were being silly and they knew it but it was too much fun to stop. After a few minutes they were all stripped down to their panties and bras, except Blake who was so shaking that he couldn't undo the zipper of his dress.

As the woman now ran around alternately chanting and laughing, they started upon the chant, smash the prick! Smash the prick!" and one woman grabbed the plaster penis which had started the riot and put it in on the tiles in front of the fireplace. Angela yelled out, make Pamela smash it!" and everyone agreed. A hammer was produced from somewhere and passed up to Blake who knelt down in front of the penis and, after looking back at the 25 women dressed in their bras and panties and shouting and jostling around him, he awkwardly lifted the heavy hammer and aimed it down upon the penis. He was lucky and his blow hit it directly upon the glans and smashed it into a hundred pieces. A huge cheer went up in the room, and woman upon woman ran up to Blake and hugged him and congratulated him upon being their ``savior."

The scene had been both terrifying and hysterical at the same time and the closeness he had felt to these woman and girls had been so true, that Blake now knew, from the bottom of his heart, mind and soul that he had crossed a line into becoming a real female, a line he could never come back across again.

(c) Copyright 1997: "peter bernard" pamelapamela@hotmail.com.

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