The Girls-Only Club

by Pamela

 

16. Chapter

 

The despondent Girls-Only Club members sat together in Kathy's room. "Where in the world could Pamela be?" Kathy said for the tenth time. The girls were ready to go to the church. Every last detail of their makeup and dresses had been taken care of.

"I feel just awful!" Penny said fighting the urge to cry.

"She must be in a terrible accident or something," Amy said.

"One of us should have gone to her house on our way here to make sure she was OK," Janet said.

"But who would have guessed there would be a problem," Kathy said as her mother walked into the room. Mrs. O'Connor was perfectly dressed now. Though in her forties, she radiated the feminine appeal of a woman half her age, but with the commanding presence that only comes with age.

"Gosh, Mrs. O'Connor," Amy said, "you're just beautiful!"

"Thanks Amy, but all you girls just take my breathe away, you're all so utterly pretty!" Stating the obvious she said, "no sign of Pamela?"

"Fraid not, mom!"

"I'm sorry to say it girls, but what are we going to do about the sixth bridesmaid?" As Mrs. O'Connor said this she pointed to Blake's dress which now lay forlornly on the sofa waiting for him.

"I just know Pamela is going to make it!" Penny cried and now she couldn't contain her tears. "Oh, rats my makeup!" she said and ran to the bathroom to regain control of her feelings.

"This may be cruel, but I think we really do need a sixth bridesmaid and I was thinking that we could ask one of the twins Christina or Angela to do it. They're waiting downstairs and they're about the same size as Pam. What do you girls think?"

"You're right mom," Kathy said, "we owe it to Beth to have a sixth bridesmaid. Why don't you ask Christina if she'll do it? If she will, just send her up and we'll help her get dressed."

 

In a minute Christina entered Kathy's bedroom. "So your little friend Pamela is afraid to come to the wedding."

"That's not true!" Karen said angrily. "We don't know what happened to her, maybe she got into an accident or something, so you oughtn't jump to any conclusions!"

"Well I never understood why Beth didn't pick me and Angela to be bridesmaids. We have a lot nicer figures and besides we're family and she's not!"

"What's done is done, Christina. Now we really have to hurry and get you into Pamela's dress," Kathy said as she held up the dress to her.

Christina took the dress and held it against herself. "It might fit fairly well, though of course it will be snug up top! Thank goodness Pamela was kind of tall."

With that she reached behind her back and unzipped her gown, which was a flattering peach colored sheath. She carefully stepped out of it and took Blake's dress as Kathy handed it to her. "We also have special lingerie to wear," Kathy said, "but I suppose it won't fit you."

"I should think not," Christina said contemptuously looking at Blake's new B cup bra lying on the sofa.

"What about the slip?" Karen asked.

"Its probably not worth trying on. I'm sure I'll burst the seams. My own bra and slip will be just fine. They won't be visible." With that she slipped Blake's dress over her head and pulled it down around her. She had to struggle a bit to arrange her breasts in the top. Then she ordered Kathy, "zip me up," and turned her back to her.

Because of the size of Christina's breasts, Kathy had to struggle with the zipper but luckily there was just enough room so that it could get to the top without ripping any of the seams. Christina turned to admire herself in the mirror. "I must admit it does look ravishing on me."

"Yes Christina you're just gorgeous," Karen said shaking her head.

"How long have you known?" Blake's dad growled at Ann as he drove the car furiously towards their house.

"A couple of weeks."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You're right dad, I should have, but I didn't want to be a snitch."

Blake could see his dad's eyes in the rear view mirror throwing hateful glances at him. He had never seen him this angry before and was terrified at the scene which would follow at home. Perhaps a blistering spanking, confinement to his room for a week and most of all, missing the wedding and no opportunity to talk to the girls or apologize to Mrs. O'Connor for messing up the wedding ceremony. He turned his head and looked out the window as a new wave of helplessness swept over him and he began sobbing again. He had to pee so badly now, he was certain he couldn't make it home before having an accident. He urgently needed a bathroom. Fear of peeing in the car drove him finally to ask his dad, "dad, I need a bathroom!"

"YOU NEED A BATHROOM?" His father yelled back, "I'LL TELL YOU WHAT YOU NEED!"

His mother quickly intervened, "I don't see what that's got to do with anything. There's a bathroom coming up at the Wendy's." Her voice was distraught and Blake could see that she was holding back tears of her own.

"He can hold it for ten minutes till we get home," his dad said with finality.

"But dad, I have to pee really bad. I didn't get a chance at the theatre."

"How can you make him suffer!" Janice broke in obviously upset.

"This doesn't concern you Janice! I'm going to make a man out of him and the first thing he's going to learn is to hold his water."

"That's ridiculous," Janice snorted.

"You girls won't understand," his dad said dismissively. "I should think you'd be scandalized to find your brother acting like a sissy!"

"He's not a sissy," Janice said, "he's allowed to be as feminine as he wants. Why is it such a crime?"

"My brother in a bra! What are the guys gonna think when this gets out?"

Barry said, shaking his head.

"All you can think of is yourself," Janice said bitingly.

"Shut up Janice," Ann said. "Barry's right. We have to go to school and take all the teasing. The only good thing is that at least Blake is finally going to learn how to be a real boy."

"I don't want to be a boy!" Blake cried. "Dad I have to pee terribly!"

"Shut up!" his dad said.

The car came to a red light and halted. Looking at the intersection Blake realized that he was only a few blocks from Kathy's house. In a fit of madness he flung open the car door, got out, and began running across the road toward Kathy's. Each step caused an excruciating pain in his bladder but he continued running as fast as he could. He heard his dad shouting something at him and then he heard Ann yell "don't worry I'll get him."

He had made it across the street and was running up the block and then diagonally across a lawn to take a short cut. He could hear Ann gaining on him yelling "stop! you fucker," and then she was on him pulling him to the ground. He landed hard on the grass and struggled to get up and keep running. Ann held him by his shirt, which he wiggled out of and continued running, now in his exposed bra. Furious, Ann quickly caught up with him again and tackled him. She put his arm in a lock and dragged him to his feet. The fall had been too much for his bladder and he began peeing in his pants. A large wet stain formed on the front of his jeans as the hot liquid ran down his legs and soaked his panties. Ann dragged him along down the block as he cried and peed at the same time.

His dad had turned the car onto the side street and pulled up next to them. A man mowing his lawn several houses away stopped to look at the scene and then continued. Ann held Blake up against the car as she fumbled for the door handle. It wasn't until she opened it and was forcing him in that she noticed that he was wet. "Yuck, Blake! Dad, he peed in his pants."

"Shit, we can't let him sit on the seat like that. Take his pants off."

Blake's mom and Janice screamed at Ann to leave him alone, but she ignored them and began undressing Blake, yanking his pants roughly down his legs trying not to touch the pee. When they were around his angles she pushed him to the ground and forced his pants off leaving Blake in just his bra and sopping wet panties.

"Dump the pants on the floor mat and get him in," his dad ordered and Blake found himself once again lying on the back seat. Ann locked the door and quickly ran around to the other side to get in. Before she could, however, Blake's mom barked at her to sit up front in her seat.

"Don't worry mom I won't hit the little sissy," Ann said sarcastically.

"DO AS I SAY!" her mom yelled. She was now beet red and near hysterics from having watched Ann's treatment of Blake. Janice was crying unconsolably, while Blake's dad sat stonefaced.

Ann reluctantly walked around to the front passenger door as her mom got out. Ann slid into the seat across from her dad, while Blake's mom sat down beside Blake and shut the door. Blake leaned over across her lap as she put her arms over him protectively. He sobbed quietly into her bosom. "There, there, my little girl," she said.

"What kind of shit is that?" his Dad said excitedly.

"You've already done enough damage, and I won't stand for anymore. Your son is now your daughter, and you'll just have to live with it."

"Have you gone crazy?" his dad said with his voice rising in tone.

"Do you want to lose your child forever?"

"BULL SHIT!" he yelled.

"DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! YOU'RE AN IGNORANT FOOL. BLAKE IS YOUR OWN FLESH AND BLOOD. HOW COULD YOU TREAT HIM SO CRUELLY?"

"CRUELLY? WHAT'S CRUEL IS LETTING HIM MAKE A LAUGHING STOCK OF HIMSELF! I'M SAVING HIS LIFE!!"

A fight ensued like had never happened before in Blake's family. His mom and dad screamed back at forth at each other, while Janice and Ann exchanged increasingly heated words. Barry sat in his seat shaking his head and covering his ears. Blake's mom was so angry that she let go of Blake and leaned forward on the seat to better yell at her husband. Surveying the scene, Blake saw that Ann and his dad didn't have a good view of him, particularly if he slunk down on the seat. As slowly as he could he opened his car door and slipped outside keeping low, and then crept away back in the direction toward Kathy's house. Though only in his bra and panties, he didn't care. He would get to the wedding at all costs.

He had to travel in the direction the van was pointing, which put him in full view of Ann and his dad. He moved slowly, crouched over so as to not elicit their attention. He had just reached a point a full house away when once again he heard the car door fling open and heard Ann shouting at him. He took off running as fast as he could, which was now much faster than before since he no longer had a pain in his bladder.

He had just three blocks to Kathy's house and though he could hear Ann's pursuit, she was only gaining very slowly on him. When he was just a block away, however, he stepped on a sharp pebble with his bare foot causing him to stop and grab it to ease the pain. As he stood there hopping in agony, he saw Ann approaching, but before she came he took off again. As he entered Kathy's street, he saw a commotion of people and cars way up the block in front of her house. It was the wedding party getting ready to drive to the church. He began screaming, "Kathy! Amy! Penny! Karen! Janet!" and saw the girls turn toward him. They were dressed in the beautiful bridesmaid dresses and he began to cry with joy and excitement as he came toward them.

The girls yelled back to him, "It's Pamela! It's Pamela!!" and they began walking toward him as fast as they could in their high heels and dresses.

Just as Blake got to them, Ann caught up to him and grabbed him like before. "You fucking little piece of shit. You're not going to your fucking wedding, understand?" and she put a vicious arm lock on him and started dragging him back toward the car yet one more time.

"NO, ANN, YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" Blake yelled and struggled helplessly in her powerful grasp. "Help me Amy and Karen!" Blake cried in pain and agony.

 

The girls were desperate to stop Ann, but her huge bulging biceps and fierce angry look scared them.

"Stop! Ann, you're hurting her!" Amy cried as the girls tried to reach in to get a hold of Blake. Ann then flung her free fist toward them, causing them to scatter in fear.

"If you don't all get away Ill break Blake's arm!" Ann said and she increased the pressure causing Blake to let out a hideous cry of pain.

The girls stepped back and Ann continued dragging Blake up the block.

With his eyes stinging from tears, Blake closed them and shuffled off under Ann's guidance. They hadn't gone more than halfway down the block however, when Blake opened his eyes to see a huge dark form come crashing into Ann and knocking her ten feet across the pavement while freeing him from her grasp.

In an instant Ann was up and swinging her fists like a madman at her attacker. Not believing his eyes, Blake saw that it was Juergan, who towered a foot over Ann and ran to meet her charge. Though wearing a tuxedo, he adeptly side stepped her blows and pushed her to the ground again.

"Get away!" he commanded Ann. "If you touch Pamela again I'll break YOUR arm!" He took a step toward her and Ann sensed that he was not like the other boys she had been bullying lately. Still, she hesitated, until Juergan began taking off his coat jacket. When she saw the large muscles of his chest she said, "fuck you all. You can have the little fairy," and she ran off back to the car.

 

Blake had collapsed to the ground in utter relief that Ann was gone. Juergan walked over and helped him up. Seeing that he was unsteady on his feet, Juergan swept Blake up into his arms and carried him slowly back toward the wedding party.

Juergan looked down at him with a wan smile, and Blake, looking up said, "Juergan, I'm terribly sorry. And I'm also sorry I'm wet. You really shouldn't carry me, you'll get your beautiful tuxedo dirty."

"Don't worry about it. Who are you Pamela?"

"I didn't want to keep anything from you!"

"I thought that I had really found a girl I could love," Juergan said with his voice starting to choke.

"But Juergan!" Blake said alarmed, and threw his arms tightly around his neck and began crying. Through his tears he said, "I really am Pamela. I will one day be Pamela permanently. Can you wait for me?"

By this time they had come up to the girls who had been excitedly walking towards them. Juergan let Blake down and said, "I need some time to think," and he walked off quickly toward his car.

 

Blake wanted to run after him but before he could he was surrounded by the club members.

"My god, we were so worried about you!"

"Thank god you're all right!"

The girls gently laid their hands on his shoulders to comfort him and Blake broke out into a smile.

"It was so horrible, I thought Ann was going to drag me back to the car.

My dad found out about Pamela and he doesn't want me to go to the wedding. My mom and dad are having a terrible row in the car right now, and I snuck away, only Ann caught up to me! But then Juergan saved my life and I will always love him for it! Am I too late for the wedding?" Blake asked timidly, afraid to hear the answer.

Looking toward the house they saw Mrs. O'Connor coming toward them. "Mom!" Kathy yelled, "it's Pamela! She's OK! Her dad wouldn't let her come to the wedding but she got away. Is it too late for her to get dressed??" Mrs. O'Connor nodded her head excitedly and ran toward them holding her skirt.

"Oh my God my poor darling!" she said as she surveyed the bedraggled Blake: wet panties, dirt and grass stains on his arms and legs where Ann had knocked him down, and his face swollen from crying. "I can't squeeze you since I'm all dressed up for the wedding."

"Mrs. O'Connor, I've never been more happy to see anyone in my whole life!"

"What happened with your dad? Oh, you'll have to tell me later, at the reception."

"You mean I can still be a bridesmaid?"

"Why of course you foolish girl! Do you think we would ever deprive you of your big chance to wear your bridesmaid dress???"

"I can't believe it. I was so sure that it was too late! I was going to kill myself for missing the wedding!"

"Don't you ever talk like that!" Mrs. O'Connor's expression suddenly changed into a frown and she said, "well I think we have one minor problem, don't we girls!"

The Girls-Only club members nodded their heads and pointed in the direction of the house where in the distance Blake saw a girl wearing a dress very similar to the bridesmaid dresses. He had the feeling he had seen her somewhere before and then noticed her twin standing next to her. It was Angela and Christina he thought sourly and then his mind started puzzling that something was wrong with what he was seeing. Suddenly it dawned on him that Christina's dress was exactly one of the bridesmaid dresses and he couldn't understand how she could be wearing one, since there were only to be six bridesmaids.

"Mrs. O'Connor, I thought there was only going to be six bridesmaids?"

"There are only six! When you didn't show up we had no choice but to ask Christina if she would be willing to take your place. Now we have the problem of asking her to give up her dress to you!"

Blake felt numb. After all he had been through and now to have to deal with Christina! He knew there would be no way she would ever give up the chance to be a bridesmaid since she had already been so jealous of his being asked by the girls.

"Come on girls, maybe she'll be reasonable!" Mrs. O'Connor said and the group walked over to Christina to see what she would say.

Blake felt violated to see Christina wearing his dress. Particularly, her large breasts dramatically pushed out the top where his own should be.

"Christina," Mrs. O'Connor began, "we seem to have a small problem here.

As you see Pamela did finally make it, and.."

"God, she is a mess! Why ever are you in your bra and panties Pamela? And you're so dirty, yuck!" Christina surveyed Blake with utter disdain. After a couple of sweeps up and down, Blake saw her concentrate her attention on his panties.

"As I was saying," Mrs. O'Connor continued, "we don't have much time, Beth is about ready to come out, and well, the girls and I think that we have just enough time to get Pamela fixed up so she can be the bridesmaid like we planned."

 

Christina wasn't completely listening as she seemed to be very distracted by Blake's panties. Finally she said, "oh my God! You we want me to give up this dress to Pamela?"

"I'm afraid so, Christina. You know the dress was altered to fit her."

"There is something really weird here. I'm not sure I know what I'm looking at," Christina said pointing toward Blake's very tiny but still slightly visible penis behind the pee drenched panties.

"Oh, Pamela had a slight accident, she couldn't find a bathroom! You saw she was fighting with her sister Ann!" Kathy improvised as best she could.

"No, no, Kathy, I'm talking about that lump in her panties. Why in the world does Pamela have a lump there?"

"What lump?" Penny said meekly.

"Yeah, I don't see one," Karen and Amy added together.

"Holy shit and a half!" Christina yelled laughingly, "your little Pamela here is a boy!! Angela come take a look!" Then leaning directly into Blake's face she said, "you little sissy, dressing up like a girl. And they want you to be a bridesmaid! You don't even have any tits, and you wet your panties like a baby!"

"Leave me alone!" Blake said desperately, his voice beginning to quaver.

"Flat as a board!" Angela said, "you're no kind of girl at all!"

"I felt suspicious of him at the wedding shower," Christina said.

"Me too," Angela added.

"Leave Pamela alone," Mrs. O'Connor interrupted sternly. "You've had your fun with her, now leave her alone."

"What do you mean 'her.' 'She' is just a pathetic boy pretending to be a girl. Take the bra and panties off him! Its disgusting!"

"Christina, I must insist that you give your dress back to Pamela, and you had better hurry or we'll all be late!" Mrs. O'Connor said.

"How can you have a boy for a bridesmaid? Its just too ridiculous!"

"Pamela is not a boy!" Kathy said.

"Yeah!" Amy said, "she's just as much a girl as any of us!"

Angela and Christina couldn't help from laughing. "A girl! What nonsense."

"Let me have my dress Christina!" Blake said angrily.

"Let me have my dress Christina!" Christina teased Blake in her baby voice, like she had done at the party.

"C'mon Christina, I want my dress!" Blake said.

"C'mon Christina, I want my dress!" they mimicked him. "Let's see you take it off me!" Christina added.

Blake made a motion to unzip it and Christina slapped his hand very hard.

"Get away little faggot!"

Blake stepped back, covered his eyes with his hands and started to cry, while Christina and Angela snickered loudly at him.

"Really Christina, come inside and change back," Mrs. O'Connor said, "you and Angela will obviously never understand that Pamela is really, at least at an emotional level, purely a girl, so just let her be. Just try being kind for once, you know, from one human being to another, just be kind!"

While Mrs. O'Connor's elegant statement didn't exactly convince Christina to be nice, it did have the desired affect of getting her to stop teasing Blake.

"Oh, all right! I'll take the stupid dress off, but nothing will stop me from telling all the wedding guests about Pamela!"

"Right!" Angela added.

"Go ahead and tell whomever you want. We don't really care and you'll find that most people are a lot nicer than you two!" Janet said emotionally, finally getting a chance to express her feelings.

"Come along now Christina," Mrs. O'Connor said and led her and Blake back to the house. Just as they got there, however, Beth in all her beautiful radiance stepped out of the front door surrounded by some friends.

"Mom, I'm all ready! Let's go!" Beth said excitedly.

"Beth there's a small problem. Pamela just showed up! She was delayed by circumstances out of her control. We'll tell you about it later! It'll take us just a minute or two to get her all fixed up as a bridesmaid!"

"Oh,... OK mom, I guess we can keep everybody waiting a second. But God whatever happened to poor Pamela!?" Beth said as she saw Blake for the first time.

"Pamela! Bull shit!" Christina interjected and she yanked down Blake's panties right in front of Beth.

Beth let out a scream which could be heard in the next county and collapsed back into the house supported by her girl friends. Mrs. O'Connor, Blake, Christina and the Girls-Only club members ran in behind her and followed her to the living room where she collapsed onto a sofa.

"MOM! HOW COULD YOU LET THIS THIS THIS... HORRIBLE SISSY BOY BE MY BRIDESMAID! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU MOM. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME. FOR MY PERFECT WEDDING HAVING A TRANSVESTITE AS A BRIDESMAID!"

"Beth, Beth honey!" Mrs. O'Connor said, "get a hold of yourself! You don't know what you're saying. Pamela might have a boys body but she really is a girl!"

"MOM!!!!" Beth shrieked, "NOW I'm going to cry and ruin my makeup!"

"Beth! stop being so melodramatic," Kathy said, "Pamela is our friend and you know as well as anyone how feminine she is. So what if she has a penis? It doesn't mean anything in her case, and in a month or two she's going to have some real breasts implanted, maybe even as big as yours!"

"What do you mean his penis doesn't mean anything!"

"It doesn't mean anything, Beth!" Mrs. O'Connor emphasized. "The only thing even remotely masculine about Pamela is her penis, and that she doesn't even use like a real boy does."

"Pamela couldn't even beat any of us in arm wrestling! She's barely got any muscles in her arms; they're like those of a little girl," Amy said.

"And emotionally, she's totally feminine. When we were helping her buy some bras, the saleswoman got her to cry because she got all flustered trying to explain why she wanted to wear girdles."

"I don't care how much of a girl you think he is, I don't want this boy in my wedding!"

"Well, in that case we're going to go on a bridesmaid strike!" Kathy said.

"You can't do this to me! It'll ruin the whole wedding not to have bridesmaids!"

"No Pamela, no bridesmaids!" the club members said in unison.

Knowing she had lost, Beth said, "OK, OK anything. I can't deal with this, but if he so much as does anything to embarrass me at the wedding I'll never speak to you and Mom again!"

"Don't you worry at all! Pamela is going to be the prettiest of all the bridesmaids and you're going to love her for that forever!

 

The girls rushed Blake upstairs to Kathy's bathroom as fast as they could. While Penny helped him take off his bra, Blake let drop his panties and Amy started up the shower. Blake jumped into the steaming water, washed himself with a delicate lilac scented soap that Kathy found. Within a minute he was shampooing his hair and in another the water was turned off. He stepped out of the shower into the waiting arms of Janet who held a large pink towel. She patted down his body while he used a smaller towel to dry his hair.

Stepping out into the adjoining powder room, Kathy was waiting with his new B cup breastforms, which she accurately placed on him. To Blake they seemed enormous and he let out a little exclamation of pleasure.

"No time to admire them now!" Kathy teased, "here's your new bra!" Kathy held it out and Blake put his arms through the straps while Amy hooked it on his back. Meanwhile, Penny was holding out the prettiest pink panties Blake had ever seen, which he stepped into. "Oh my, they match the dress!" Blake exclaimed. Janet came next with the matching slip which she put over his head and then Blake put his arms through. She then had him step into the expansive crinolines bedecked with pretty pink bows and lace.

Amy then directed him to sit down, while she aligned the pair of pink pantyhose over his toes, and then began pulling them up his leg. In a minute he was standing looking at his marvelous womanly figure in the full length mirror. Coming from behind was Kathy with his dress and he almost cried with happiness as she directed it over his head. Finally, he was actually going to be wearing it! The girls now smoothed it down around him and led him to the vanity where Penny and Amy quickly worked on his makeup and nail polish, while Janet arranged his wig. When they were done he stood up and stepped into his high heels which Kathy had brought over to him.

 

In just ten minutes since he had been brought upstairs, he had been transformed into the prettiest of the bridesmaids. He and the other club members gathered together giving themselves a group hug. Looking up into the mirror, Blake saw that he was indistinguishable from the other club members. They were each magnificently pretty in their own way, and he saw in the mirror his beautifully powdered and lipsticked face smiling a smile of complete fulfillment and happiness.

 

Outside in the street once again, the six girls gathered around Beth and Mrs. O'Connor to see who was going to be taken in which car to the church. Blake was disappointed he didn't see Juergan anywhere; he would have liked to have gone with him, but he also understood that the shock of seeing that he was a boy must have been very upsetting, and he would need time to regain his bearings. He was confidant that Juergan wouldn't skip the wedding; that wasn't the sort of thing he would do.

It was decided that Blake, Amy, Penny and Janet would be taken by one of the escorts, Willy, over to the church, since he had a large sedan. Three of them could sit in the back, and one up front. As they walked over to the parked car, Amy went to sit in the front passenger seat, and Janet opened the right rear door. Penny opened the street side back door and slid into the seat leaving Blake the position next to the left rear window. While Blake was waiting for Penny to carefully lift her skirt and sit down, out of the corner of his eye he saw his dad's car coming up the street. Before he could react, it pulled up opposite him, and he saw his dad lean over across Ann towards him. The window was open and it looked for a second like his dad was going to say something but the words never came out. Acutely aware of his dad seeing him in the pretty bridesmaid dress, Blake was transfixed by his father's eyes which had locked onto his own. The two of them gazed at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Out of his peripheral vision Blake saw that Ann was also staring at him speechlessly.

He could see his father's eyes study his made up face, the pink lipstick, the eye shadow and mascara, the long cascading hair framing his face, the extravagant pink lacy gown, and his large projecting bosom. Blake started to speak and then halted. Something was going on in his father's face that made words futile.

A minute dragged by during which time Penny and Janet arranged themselves in the back seat and Willy closed the curb side doors and then waited patiently. Blake saw what looked to be tears forming in his dad's eyes and a look of pain sweep across his face, which brought tears flooding into his own eyes. His dad began slowly shaking his head and then pulling it back, and Blake said, "I love you daddy!" just as his dad eased his foot off the brake and the car started moving down the street. The last glimpse Blake had of the van was of his mother and Janet dabbing handkerchiefs to their glistening eyes in the back seat.

 

"We had better go," Willy said gently and Blake hoisted his skirt like he had seen Penny do and put his bottom down on the back seat and then swing his legs in. Imitating the other girls, he sat forward on the seat so as to crush his dress as little as possible. Penny put her arm over his shoulders and Blake said as bravely as he could, "it's OK Penny, I think he'll learn to love me as Pamela, at least I hope he will." Willy closed the door and after getting in himself, he started up the engine, and they took off following the other cars toward the church and Beth's perfect wedding.

 

 

 

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