The Girls-Only Club

by Pamela

 

Chapter 3

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

After chatting awhile longer, Blake went to his room to do his homework. Later that night when he went to sleep he wore his panties, but took off his bra. He spent a few minutes examining the pretty lace on it and how it was made. He then put it against his cheek and kissed it gently. This is my very first bra, he thought. He could smell a slight trace of perfume on it which he imagined came from Kathy's drawer. I wonder what kind of bras I'll get on Saturday, he thought. He imagined having his own drawer full of bras and panties and other girlish things. He would be able to choose his own perfume to scent them with. Everyday he could wake up and choose some pretty things to wear. He imagined how every morning, he and the other girls in the club would wake up, take off their nighties, select a bra from their drawer and then put it on. In his reverie he thought how nice it must be to have breasts to tuck into place in ones bra cups and to feel how they stick out under ones blouse. How nice it must it be to have breasts bouncing in front of you while you walked. He thought of how vulnerable it must make a girl feel, knowing that the boys would always be staring at your breasts and getting aroused looking at them. When he got his new 'breasts' on Saturday would he experience the same feelings himself? Is that just part of feeling pretty? He would know soon enough anyway.

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

 

His first morning of wearing a bra at school went off without a hitch. He felt a bit closer to being like one of the girls in the class than he had wearing just panties. At lunch time Kathy asked him if he was wearing his bra and he had the satisfaction of being able to say 'yes!' She also told him to look carefully at the girls in the club for they had purposefully chosen to wear different outfits that day so as to help give Blake ideas for the kind of clothes he would want to buy on their shopping trip. Kathy had on a ruffly white blouse, a pleated skirt, white panty hose and black patent leather shoes with a low heel. Blake could see that she was wearing a lacy white bra under the blouse, whose ruffles partially hid the front of her bra. Kathy explained that her outfit helped amplify the size of her bust. She had him look at how the skirt buttoned around her waist and explained about the side zipper. She also showed him her fingernails which had on a white polish matching her blouse. She picked up his hand and said, "I'm glad to see that your nails are just starting to grow out now. They'll be just the right length for the wedding. We'll also have to buy you some clear nail hardener so they don't break."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What about my panties?"

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

"What do you think?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Getting up now, Blake sat on the bench with the girls. "I am a bit afraid to get a garter belt or bustier because I am frightened at being that sexy."

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

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

"Neither can we Pam. We are all looking forward to making you into a very pretty young girl," Kathy said. "In fact, my mom said that she would go shopping with us to help make sure that you get the right things."

They all got up to go back to their afternoon classes. When they were near the building, Kathy suddenly pointed to Blake's arm, and he saw that the pink strap of his bra had fallen off his shoulder and was clearly visible through the arm hole of his short-sleeved shirt. He discretely put his hand inside his shirt and straightened it out.

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

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

 

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

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

"Its not fair."

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

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

"Thank you, Blake, for being so mature," his mom said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ann, you can't do that!"

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

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

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

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

He found many panties of all kinds and types. Some looked relatively new and some were kind of worn. The latter often had permanent stains in the crotch area. "I guess its from some sort of discharges girls have. I'll have to ask the club members." Scattered in the laundry were a couple of girdles. These had attached garters, a lace panel in the front topped by a small bow made of ribbon. They were both white and one of them had a side zipper. There were several slips, both full and half. A very pretty powder blue one caught Blake's eye and he held it up in front of him and imagined the feel of it on his body. He then remembered that the day after next he would be getting his own girls clothes and felt a surge of ecstasy.

His 'clit' was very much extended and he felt a passionate need to relieve himself, like the club members had done for him. He took the zippered girdle, one of his mom's black bras and Janice's blue bra and blue slip and went into the downstairs bathroom which had a large wall length mirror. He locked the door, and took off his shirt and pants revealing his own bra and panty. He took his bra off, and then put on his mothers black one. The cups were large and empty and he tried to imagine his mother's breasts filling them up. Then he took it off and tried on Janice's blue bra. The C cups were still very large and he took off his socks and stuffed them in the cups. He then quickly put the girdle on, squirming a bit to fit it up over his hips. He then zipped up the side and looked in the mirror. He felt very womanly as he minced a few steps back and forth. He then put the slip on and sat down on the closed toilet seat to admire the reflections of the pretty clothes in the mirror. Carefully, he put a little soap on his hand and then reached under the slip and under the girdle and into his panties until he had found his 'clit.' He started rubbing it slowly back and forth while admiring his view of the girdle peeking out from beneath the slip. The set of double straps over his arms and the combined effect of the lace of the large bra and the slip make him feel faint. After a minute he found himself ejaculating. He aimed it into his hand and avoided getting any moisture on the slip or girdle. After washing his hand off he once again sat down, closed his eyes and rested for a few minutes.

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

"Oh, she left right after you did."

"You mean that you folded all the clothes yourself?"

"'Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let him speak for himself, mom."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Perhaps thats a good idea."

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

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

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

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

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

"What's up Janice."

"Can I be honest with you Blake?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

"Um, Saturday afternoon, dad, I, um have already made plans." Blake stammered.

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

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

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

"I have to go shopping."

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

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

"Who are 'they'?"

"My new friends."

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

His dad looked at him like he was crazy. Blake felt like hiding. "Its for the wedding. I have to get my ushers suit. Mrs. O'Connor wants to buy it for me and they are all counting on my going."

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

 

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