The Girls-Only Club
by Pamela

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


5. Chapter

The six members of the Girls-Only club gathered outside in the driveway next
to Mrs.  O'Connor's Plymouth Fury III. It was Blake's first time outdoors
dressed as Pamela and he felt like the whole world was watching him.  He saw
a few children playing nearby and he nervously kept an eye on them in case
they could see through his disguise.  Surveying the girls gathered around
him, he felt proud to be a member of the Girls-Only Club.  He studied the
way they moved so as to imitate them better.  He adjusted the shoulder strap
of his purse copying the way that Penny held hers.  He noticed that all the
girls and Mrs.  O'Connor were wearing blue jeans and tops and only he was
wearing a skirt and pantyhose.  Oddly, it made him feel like he was more
feminine than they were.

``I think we can squeeze four of you girls in the back seat and two can come
up front with me," Mrs.  O'Connor said as she unlocked the car doors.

``Pamela, you come sit in the back with Kathy, Karen and me," Amy said as
she slid into the seat.  Blake followed her making sure to first sit on the
seat and then swing both legs in together so as not to open up his skirt too
far.  Karen and Kathy then got in so that he was tightly squeezed between
Amy on his left and Karen on his right.

``Its a tight squeeze, Mom, but I think we all fit in back here!" Kathy
said.

Penny and Janet were sitting next to Mrs.  O'Connor up front and they turned
around to look at the three girls and Blake sitting in the back.  The
cramped conditions were comical and they all began to laugh at the
situation.  Surrounded so closely by the five other girls and Mrs.
O'Connor, Blake was entranced by the smell of the mingling perfumes and the
feel of his hips and shoulders touching the girls on either side of him.

``Our first stop has to be the bridal store to get Pamela fitted to her
gown.  After that, where do you girls think we should go?," Mrs.  O'Connor
said.

``Where do you want to go first, Pamela?," Amy said.

``I hadn't really thought about it, but I guess that we could start with
buying some bras and things."

``Very sensible!  We'll work from the inside out!" Karen laughed.

Mrs.  O'Connor backed the large car out of the driveway and proceeded down
the road toward the mall, about 15 minutes away.  After a minute they passed
two boys walking on the side of the road and Amy exclaimed, ``Karen, there's
Billy and Mike!" She waved at them, who waved back after they recognized
her.

``God, Karen, Billy is just so cute.  Look at that muscle shirt he wears to
show off!"

``I know, I was just thinking, my God is he sexy," Karen replied.

``Oh and can he kiss!  At the fall dance he took me outside and I made out
with him.  I couldn't resist."

``I know how you feel."

Amy leaned over past Blake toward Karen who leaned sideways to meet her.
She cupped her hand over her mouth and whispered so that only Karen and
Blake could hear, ``he even took my hand and made me touch his penis!"

``You're kidding!" Karen said.

``No.  He had unzipped his fly and my hand went right in his pants!  It was
all hard and poking out!"

Karen started to giggle as did Amy.  As Amy leaned back in her seat, she
turned toward to Blake and said, ``you should have seen it.  It seemed so
big to me."

Blake felt uneasy thinking of Billy's penis.  ``You weren't scared?"

``Oh, no!  Boys are always trying to do such stuff.  I would never let him
get any further unless I was going steady with him or something.  Anyway,
he's a senior and we're only friends."

``I heard that Mike just broke up with Sharon," Kathy added.

``Oh, really!  Did he initiate it?"

``No, Sharon just thought it wasn't getting anywhere and they ought to see
other people."

``I wonder who he might be interested in now?"

``I think he is dreamy," said Janet, ``all the girls are just going to die
hoping that he asks them out."

``Have you ever seen him run track in his cute little running uniform!"

``I know what you mean.  His thighs are so powerful.  And I like the way he
looks so intense as he approaches the finish line."

``He's the kind of boy that anyone would love to date."

``He makes a girl feel like a girl."

The male side of Blake felt even more diminished:  it was getting harder and
harder to see himself as a boy.  The only role open to him he could safely
fill was being a girl.  He had to be a girl, he was a girl.  Boys were scary
and overwhelming.  He imagined Mike or Billy making him feel sexy and
pretty, and hoping that they would want to make out with him someday.  What
was Billy's penis really like?  He felt scared of it but also exhilarated in
a strange way.  The girls must sense who he really is, just a rather shy and
naive young girl.

Looking down at his prominent breasts, feeling the long hair framing his
face, aware of his fragrance, and the silky feeling of his pantyhose, the
light delicate weight of his shoes and the tightness of his bra straps,
Blake felt helpless being a girl.  Compared to real boys, who were hard and
fast and brash, he was a girl and he would have to try and live as much as
possible as a girl.  He imagined himself flirting with Mike or Billy; being
coy and dressing sexy to turn them on.  Maybe he was pretty enough to
attract them?  Wouldn't all the girls be envious of him he could date one of
them!

        **********************************************************

After arriving at the mall, the Girls-Only club members and Mrs.  O'Connor
went to ``David's Bridal Heaven" to have the gown originally made for Brad's
cousin altered to Blake's size.  Mr.  David, the elderly owner of the
store,greeted them enthusiastically at the door.  While he chatted with Mrs.
O'Connor, Blake wandered around admiring the many dozens of beautiful gowns
hanging from racks and displayed on dummies.  He gently ran his hand over
the skirts feeling the different soft nylon, satin, taffeta and silk
materials.  Most of the dresses were in white though quite a few were in
pink, yellow and soft shades of blue.  The other club members gathered
around him as he admired a white beaded gown worn by a statuesque mannequin
who stared off into space.

``Oh Pamela is in heaven!, Penny teased, ``all these pretty gowns to wear!"

``Do you see any you have just got to have?" Janet added.

``I want everyone of them!  But the one I have is the prettiest of all.
Don't you agree?"

``It sure is!"

``Come Pamela," Mrs.  O'Connor called out, ``go to the dressing room and put
on the dress so Mr.  David can fit you."

Blake took the box and walked toward the dressing room.  Penny volunteered
to go with him and help out.  In the cubicle, Blake hung his purse on a hook
and then proceeded to take off his top and skirt.  Penny held the dress for
him as he slipped it over his shoulders, and she zipped him up and then
checked to make sure that everything was OK. He then walked out to the
center of the large fitting room with mirrors on all the walls.  Mr.  David,
Mrs.  O'Connor and the girls were waiting for him.

``My, my aren't you a lovely young lady," Mr.  David said as he took Blake's
hand and helped him to step up onto a small raised platform.  ``What's your
name dear?"

``Pamela."

``Well Pamela, we don't have too much to do, just letting out a few seams
here and there.  You are a bit taller than the girl this dress was made
for."

Mr.  David walked around Blake surveying the dress.  He shifted the skirts
around and pushed the bodice up and then back.  Blake realized that Mr.
David was doing more than just arranging the dress.  He felt his breasts
being squeezed and his nipples being pinched.  Mr.  David's hands were
systematically caressing him as he worked.  Mr.  David reached under the
dress and felt along the seams.  Suddenly Blake felt a pinch and then a
succession of explicitly sexual touches seemingly everywhere on his thighs
and bottom.

``Oh, such a pretty girl, such a pretty girl," Mr.  David kept saying.
Confused and afraid to cause a fuss Blake smiled as if nothing was
happening.  After what seemed an eternity, Mr.  David helped him down from
the pedestal and then gave him a kiss on the cheek while simultaneously
taking a last feel of his breasts while ostensibly adjusting the dress.
Blake felt like he had been violated, but was too scared to say anything.
He held back tears as he walked to the dressing room to change.

Penny noticed that he was upset and asked what had happened.  When he had
explained she said, ``what a dirty old man he is!  I guess he couldn't
resist touching such a sexy girl like you.  You did look stunning up there."

``Thank you Penny.  He made me feel so vulnerable.  How can a girl ever hope
to stop a boy or man from getting what they want?"

``There are ways we can control them, Pamela, and we'll have to teach you
them.  Right now you are so innocent.  Its really very precious.  You did
look absolutely lovely up there in that dress." Penny unzipped the back of
the dress and helped Blake off with it.  She hugged him and then gave him
his skirt and top to put back on.

                  *************************************

From the wedding shop the group walked over to the Lord and Taylor
department store to look for bras, panties and other lingerie.  A saleswoman
working there, Ms.  Celeste Taylor knew Mrs.  O'Connor and came over to
help.

``What can I do for you today, Mrs.  O'Connor?"

``Hi Celeste, we're taking Pamela here shopping for some bras and panties.
She's new in town and would you believe it, the moving company lost a carton
containing most of her clothes.  We volunteered to help her get some
replacement things while her parents are busying moving in."

``Oh, you poor dear.  Where would you like to begin?  What kind and size of
bras do you normally wear Pamela?"

``Thank you maam.  I guess I'm a size 36A, and I guess I'm not sure of
exactly what kind I want.  I mean I guess I like back closure styles,
and..."

``Do you prefer pretty or dainty bras or the more athletic kind, you know
like the Jockey brand?"

``I suppose I would like to get dainty ones."

``We have some pretty ones here that have a little padding.  Would you like
to look at those?"

``Okay.  I guess just a little padding would be nice.  Do you have them in
many colors?"

``Come here and look."

Blake wasn't sure he was saying the right things, but the girls didn't give
him any indication that he was making a mistake.

Karen called to him saying, ``Come here Pamela.  This bra is so pretty.  I
think its just the kind you like."

She held up a pink lightly padded bra with lace covered cups.  ``Oh yes, I
like that one for sure.  Oh, its a Warners Lace Dressing bra.  It looks very
comfortable."

Then Penny and Amy both came up to him holding other bras in his size.
``Look at these Maidenform bras Pamela.  This one is a nice shade of blue
and this white one has a cute little applique flower at the center." Blake
took them from the girls saying, ``the blue one is a `Sweet Nothings' bra
and this one is a `Chantilly' bra.  I love them both!"

Blake was surrounded by the many racks of bras.  Every direction he looked
there were bras of every size and description.  He felt overwhelmed and did
not know which way to turn next.  ``There are so many bras here how do I
decide what else to try?"

Mrs.  Taylor looked at Blake quizzically.  ``What did you do previously to
get bras?"

``Oh, I, um, um, we lived in a small town in Western Maryland, and there
wasn't any department stores.  So my mom and I would just go to a little
local clothing store which didn't have anywhere such a selection as here."

``Well then, this should be quite an experience for you!  I see Pamela that
you prefer lacy bras, so that narrows down our choices somewhat.  Also,
being an A cup, we don't have to look in that section over there which is
for the full figured ladies, like Mrs.  O'Connor!"

``That reminds me Celeste," Mrs.  O'Connor said, ``while I'm here I need to
buy a few bras for myself.  Pamela, you let Mrs.  Taylor and girls help you
out, while I go and take a look at some of the bras, OK."

``Sure, Mrs.  O'Connor, go ahead."

Mrs.  O'Connor walked over to take a look at the larger sized bras.

Mrs.  Taylor continued, ``our main decision now is whether you want to
concentrate on padded bras or not.  If you want some padding, we have some
that would make you look like a B cup and others, like the Warners one you
are holding, will make you almost, but not quite a B."

``Can I get some with padding and some without?"

``Why of course, Pamela!  You're so innocent!  Didn't the girls in your home
town or mom ever discuss these things with you!?"

Blake was fearful that Mrs.  Taylor was going to think that he wasn't a
legitimate girl.  Tears began welling up in his eyes as he felt more and
more hopeless that he couldn't pull off the deception any longer.

Mrs.  Taylor saw Blake's alarm and said, ``Oh you poor dear.  I didn't mean
to hurt your feelings!"

Just having Mrs.  Taylor talk about him like this made Blake start to sob,
and quickly Mrs.  Taylor took him in her arms and held him.  ``Its OK, we'll
get you knowing everything there is to know about choosing bras." While she
held him she made a quizzical expression at the Club members standing
nearby.

``Its okay Pamela," Karen said.  ``This is why we are here, so we can help
teach you about how to shop for your clothes in a large mall."

When Blake's sniffling stopped, Mrs.  Taylor suggested, ``come look over
here at these ``almost a B" bras by Playtex.  See how they have padding like
the Warners.  Try one of these." She took one and then indicated some other
bras nearby, ``the Vanity Fair Lace Piquant is very pretty and so is the
Maidenform Satin Seduction." She led Blake over to another rack containing
bras which had very well defined cups which stood almost rigidly in the
shapes of breasts.  ``These are heavily padded bras.  They'll make you feel
very womanly with a much larger bust.  Lets try one of these also.  What
color would you like?  Let me guess:  I bet you want the pink one!"

Blake laughed a little and Mrs.  Taylor said, ``see, bra shopping can be a
lot of fun for girls!  The boys just don't know what they are missing!" All
the girls laughed at this, including Blake.  ``Now you have five bras to try
on.  Go to the fitting room over there and lets see which ones are most
comfortable for you."

They all walked over to the fitting rooms, where Mrs.  O'Connor had just
arrived carrying a couple of white bras.  ``Let me see which bras you're
going to try on Pamela." Blake handed them to her.  ``My they are pretty
ones indeed."

``What kind did you pick out, Mrs.  O'Connor?"

``These are some new Olga styles that I had seen in an advertisement:  the
Lace 'N Smooth and the Lace Textures.  Since I usually prefer Olga's I
thought I ought to try them out."

``I don't have any Olga bras here.  Maybe I should try one too, since you
like them so much."

``Sure Pamela," Mrs.  Taylor intervened.  ``You start trying these on, and
I'll go find a nice Olga bra in your size."

Blake went into a fitting room and took off his top and then reached behind
himself and unhooked the bra that Kathy had loaned him.  His breasts still
looked utterly natural though he felt worried that maybe Mrs.  Taylor would
be able to tell they were false.  He decided that he would try the Warner
bra first.  He put it on and looked at himself in the mirror.  Even more so
than Kathy's bra, the lightly padded lacy pink Warners bra made him look
extremely feminine.  He heard Penny's voice outside the cubicle door say,
``come on out and show us how it looks!" Summoning up his courage he left
the room to model the bra in front of the five girls and Mrs.  Taylor who
had returned holding a soft yellow Olga bra.  Just then Mrs.  O'Connor left
an adjoining cubicle wearing her bra to also look at Blake.  Mrs.  Taylor
lightly adjusted the straps on Blake's bra and gently touched his breasts
checking how they fit into the cups.  ``It looks like a perfect fit to me!,"
she said.  ``How does it feel?"

``It feels great!  I definitely must have this bra!"

``You look very pretty," Mrs.  O'Connor said.  ``How do you like my bra?"

Mrs.  O'Connor's very large bust completely filled the white Olga bra.  ``I
think its gorgeous on you.  Is it comfortable?"

``Yes, its snug without being tight.  That's one of the secrets of getting
the right bra.  After wearing it a while you don't even know its on!"

``I feel like this Warner's was made for me!," Blake exclaimed.  ``Now I
want to try on the Olga bra, Mrs.  Taylor."

She handed him the bra and he and Mrs.  O'Connor went back into their
changing rooms to switch bras.  While in the dressing room, Blake slowly
took off the Warner's bra and delicately hung it up on a hook.  He proceeded
to put on the yellow Olga bra.  Outside of the room he heard the sound of
some other customers going into other cubicles to try on bras.  He then
heard Mrs.  O'Connor leave her cubicle and then the voice of Mrs.  Taylor
commenting on how nicely the second of the Olga bras appeared.

``This one is very nice also.  You look very nice in it."

He was about to step out of the room when he heard a women say, ``Why Mrs.
O'Connor.  So nice to see you, and these must all be the lovely girls in the
Girls-Only Club.  Have you met Blake's older sister Janice?"

Blake froze as he realized that the voice of the woman on the other side of
the door was his mother, and that Janice was with her.

``So nice to meet you, Janice" Mrs.  O'Connor said.

``Thank you, Mrs.  O'Connor.  I like the bra you're wearing.  That's a Lace
Textures, which is the same new style that I want to try on." She held up a
bra in her hands, and then walked to a nearby cubicle to try it on.

``Blake has been so excited about the chance to go to the wedding," Blake's
mom continued.  ``That reminds me, he left early this morning saying that he
was going to the mall with you and the girls to get his suit for the
wedding.  He even gave up a chance to go to the ball game with his dad!  I
wonder where he is?"

``Blake is waiting for us outside in the mall.  He saw a friend of his, and
since I needed to shop for a couple of bras, he preferred to wait outside."

``Oh, thats nice.  Tell him hello from us anyway."

Mrs.  Taylor then called to Blake behind the door, ``Pamela, come on out and
let us look at your Olga bra.  Don't be shy."

Blake was terrified.  The more he hid inside the room the more attention
would be focussed on him.  He had no choice but to come out and try and look
away from his mom and Janice.  Stepping out of the room, he saw there was no
way to avoid the gaze of his mom.  She was standing right in front of him.
He kept his head looking toward the ground.  ``Oh, who is this pretty young
girl?" his mom said.  ``I think I know all the other girls, but I don't seem
to have seen you around town?"

``This is Pamela, a new girl from the Western part of the state," Mrs.
O'Connor said.  Blake looked up slightly and saw that his mom had extended
her hand to shake his.  He gently took her hand and curtsied while shaking
it.

``That's a very pretty bra you have on young lady.  You look beautiful in
it," his mom said.

``Thank you, maam." At this moment Janice came out of the dressing room
wearing her Olga bra.

``Mom, what do you think?"

``Very attractive Janice."

``Yes, indeed," Mrs.  O'Connor added.

``I am so happy this new Olga style seems to be really a winner.  Both of
you ladies look exquisite." Mrs.  Taylor said.  Janice and Mrs.  O'Connor
stood next to each other both wearing the same style bra.  Blake's small
chest seemed petite and juvenile in comparison.

``Have you met Pamela?  She's new in town." Blake's mom said to Janice.

``Pleased to meet you!" Janice said, and then she let out a small gasp as
she looked fully at Blake.

``What's the matter Janice?" Blake's mom said.  Janice was staring directly
into Blake's eyes which were widened with fear.

``Oh nothing mom, I...  thought I saw a mouse.  It was just a moving shadow
or something." Blake turned away suddenly saying, ``I guess I should try on
my next bra" and turned to go back inside his cubicle.

``Wait a minute young lady," Mrs.  Taylor said.  ``Let's see how this bra
fits you!" She gently took Blake's arm and turned him around so he was
facing everyone.  ``The straps need a bit of adjusting.  We just pull up a
little on these little buckles.  There, how's that?"

``It fits nicely, Mrs.  Taylor."

``Are you shy about these other ladies seeing you in your bra?" she asked.

``I guess so.""

``How precious you are Pamela," Blake's mom said.  ``Its so refreshing to
meet a shy and modest girl.  Young girls today are too brassy in my opinion.
You have nothing to fear from us.  You have such a pretty young body and you
look so good in that bra.  I wish my younger daughter would only act as
feminine as you!"

``Thank you maam."

Blake turned and went back into the cubicle where he sat down and started to
shake with fear.  He was certain that Janice had recognized him.  She had
been suspicious about his liking to cross dress and somehow she had seen
through his disguise.  What was going to happen next?  He prayed that she
wouldn't let his mom know.  It would be the end of everything!  ``Come on
mom," Janice said, ``we had better go, or we'll be late getting back.  I'll
buy two of these Olga bras," she said to Mrs.  Taylor.

Mrs.  O'Connor and the girls said their goodbyes.  After he heard Janice and
his mom leave he quietly began to sob.  He heard Mrs.  Taylor say to Mrs.
O'Connor, ``Is Pamela having any problems.  Can you check on her?" He saw
the door of the cubicle open and Mrs.  O'Connor came in still wearing her
new Olga bra.  ``You poor girl.  It did look like Janice recognized you.  Do
you think she will tell your mom?" As she said this she sat down next to
Blake and put her arms around him.

``I hope not.  She may not.  I think she won't.  The other day she was
talking to me about boys who cross dress and was saying that she didn't mind
if they did.  She'll probably want to talk to me when I get home though."

``Well it sounds to me like you shouldn't worry.  We are all anxious to see
how the other bras fit you.  Why don't you try on the fully padded one.
That will make you feel better." Mrs.  O'Connor left the room and a minute
later Blake emerged wearing the fully padded bra.  It really did make him
feel very grown up, with a large projecting chest.  He continued trying on
the other bras and found that all were comfortable except the `Sweet
Nothings' bra.  The Maidenform `Chantilly' was particularly comfortable as
was the Playtex almost a B bra.  They decided to buy 3 Chantilly bras, 2 in
white and one in beige, and one each of the other styles.

``Now honey lets pick out some panties for you," Mrs.  O'Connor said.

``What size are you Pamela?" Mrs.  Taylor added.

``I'm a size 6."

``You'll find them both mixed in with the bras and over there where we have
many racks of panties."

Blake first went back to the bra section and saw that there were matching
panties hanging on some of the displays.  He found that practically every
style appealed to him and he had a hard time not taking one of each one he
saw.  ``I like this pink Olga one with the lace band, and this one which has
a pretty floral print with the lace that dips down diagonally at the top.
And look at how the little ribbons are always just to the left side on the
Olga's while the Maidenform panties all have bows in the center!"

``Only you would notice that Pamela!" Kathy laughed.

``All the panties you are selecting here are bikini and high-cut brief
styles," Mrs.  Taylor said.  ``Look at these lace edged high-cut briefs in
pink by Warner's, very popular among the young girls." She handed a pair to
Blake.  ``Over there we have some high-cut control briefs.  They have a
sliming front panel and the back is stretch satin and is seamed for added
shaping.  Very pretty, and while you might not need the shaping, they give a
very nice secure fit which is particularly good during your periods.  Here,
take a blue pair, a pink pair and two whites." She gave these also to Blake.
``So how are we doing young lady?"

``I've got 10 pair now, which I guess is enough.  What do you think Mrs.
O'Connor?"

``Let me see what you have." She looked through the panties and thought a
moment and then said, ``just fine, a really nice assortment dear.  I think
you are all set in the panty department!"

``Come now Pamela and look at the slips," Amy said while taking Blake's free
hand and leading him over to a circular rack containing both half and full
slips in mainly white, beige and black.  ``Every girl needs at least one
white and one black slip.  You should take one of each color in both half
and full sizes.  Here, these Warner's slips are just in your size." She
selected the slips and handed them to Blake to look over.  They had lace
around the chest and along the bottom hem and had approximately six inch
slits.

``They're very nice," Blake said and then hesitated as if he were afraid to
say something else.

``Don't be shy Pamela what is the matter?" Mrs.  Taylor said.

``I guess I was hoping to get a pink slip to match all my pink bras and
panties," Blake said quietly.

``I'm sorry Pamela but really very few girls nowadays ask for pink slips, so
we don't stock them.  You could go to a specialty lingerie store where you
might find them.  For example's Diana's Bras and Girdles on E. Main Street."

``If we have time Pamela we'll make a stop there, OK?" Mrs.  O'Connor said.

``Thank you Mrs.  O'Connor."

Mrs.  O'Connor then paid for the bras, panties and slips using her credit
card.  They were all about to take their leave of Mrs.  Taylor, when Blake
said to her, ``I guess I can buy a garter belt and maybe a girdle or two at
Diana's."

Mrs.  Taylor replied, ``we don't carry garter belts but I am sure that
Diana's does.  As far as girdles are concerned, may I ask why someone as
slim as yourself needs a girdle?"

Blake was caught by surprise and didn't know what to say.  ``I've always
wanted one.  I mean my mom has always worn girdles, and I think that I might
like them too.  Or maybe I should get some panty girdles with attached
garters for my stockings."

Blake was blushing now as Mrs.  Taylor looked quizzically at him.  She said,
``Mrs.  O'Connor could I have a word with you?" Mrs.  O'Connor and Mrs.
Taylor then walked a distance away where they had an animated discussion, in
which they occasionally turned and pointed toward him.  When they were done,
Mrs.  Taylor came back wearing a frown on her face.

``Young man," she suddenly said sharply.  Blake turned his head to her
instinctively and she said, ``Mrs.  O'Connor confirmed my suspicion.  While
I admit that you have the appearance of a very pretty young girl you have a
lot to learn about acting like a real girl.  You are Blake aren't you?  and
that was your mother and sister who were here earlier?  I thought that
something strange was going on with you.  I know I shouldn't say this
because you are clearly a very good customer of Lord and Taylor, but I think
your mother would be terribly ashamed if she knew that you acted like a
little effeminate girl as you have here today.  All your excitement about
laces and bows and pretty things is just you acting like a princess instead
of a real boy.  I think it is shameful.  While I have great admiration for
Mrs.  O'Connor, I think she has exercised very poor judgment in this case.
I would have certainly told your mother at the very start."

Of course Blake was crying now.  Mrs.  O'Connor tried to comfort Blake as
best as she could.  ``Mrs.  Taylor has agreed to not call your mom, honey,
so don't worry.  She did however insist on giving you this reprimand, for
which I am very sorry.  She doesn't know you as well as the girls and I do.
You are so feminine to us that it is even funny to think of you attempting
to be a boy.  It is in your nature to be dressed as prettily as possible and
we still believe it is doing the right thing to help you attain this."

She turned to Mrs.  Taylor:  ``See, Celeste, I told you it would make her
miserable!"

``You mean him!"

``Him, her, what's the difference?  Blake is simply a girl and needs to be
treated like one."

With that, Mrs.  O'Connor and the girls led Blake away from the lingerie
section.  ``Now we are going to go shopping for some stockings, dresses and
shoes for you, then some accessories and we'll make sure to go to Diana's
today to pick out some girdles and garter belts for you.  Right girls?"

``Yes indeed!!" all the girls said.  ``Don't give old Mrs.  Taylor a second
thought!"


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