Camp Sissy Curls

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part36

The next morning after breakfast, I made my way to the recreation center for my "girlie" classes. Lots of boys and girls were there. Girls from Camp Sunnyvale, including Lisa and Sarah and many from Hummingbird cabin, and lots of sissy boys like me. Except, as always, I was the only five year old and stuck out greatly among all the others.

The girls from Sunnyvale were the instructors. The first class I went to was in girlish deportment. That was an easy one for me. I had a lot of experience in curtseying and sashaying about and sitting in a ladylike manner and handling and controlling very full dresses with petticoats. Unfortunately, I was too adept at it. The girls used me to demonstrate various girlish mannerisms and movements.

The second class was about manicures and pedicures. A pretty girl from Sunnyvale named Amanda, who I did not know, volunteered to be my instructor for the rest of the classes. She taught me by giving me a complete manicure and pedicure that finished off with glossy, hot pink nailpolish. Then I practiced what I learned by doing the same thing to her. I was very relieved that I wasn't doing it to another sissy boy like me. I had no desire to get "up close and personal" with another boy.

Working away on Amanda was quite erotic actually, especially when I moved to her feet for the pedicure. She was gorgeous. Painting her toenails and just being so close and intimate with her really made my little girlie wiener very "happy".

After lunch, which was a bag lunch provided by the cafeteria, it was time for makeup lessons. Amanda applied foundation to my face, then blush and powder and pink eye shadow. She curled my eyelashes and applied mascara and eyeliner. She finished me off with pink lip gloss and a dab of perfume behind my ears and on my wrists. And I was really getting turned on by all her efforts with my makeup. Then she let me try making up her face, though just a little because I was pretty awkward with it all.

"God, she smelled good." I thought.

By the time it came to hair styling, my bloomers were very "tented" in the front. I was actually glad, for once, to have my very full dress. It concealed the large bulge in the front of my panties.

"I'm not gonna show you how to set your hair in rollers Stephanie." Amanda said. "I know you have a lot of experience with that from your lovely wiener curls and permanent."

That was a break for me.

"And I'm not gonna demonstrate on your hair. Don't wanna ruin your pretty hairdo."

"Damn." I thought.

"Instead, I'll show you some styling techniques with my own hair and then let you try it on me."

"Fantastic!" I thought.

 She had beautiful, long straight auburn hair that reached almost to her waist and I couldn't wait to get my hands into it.

She brushed it and put it into a perky ponytail atop her head with a scrunchie. Then she removed it and had me do it.

It was simple enough and God, I was getting aroused.

Next, she parted her hair down the middle of her head and put it into two long pigtails with rubber bands. Then she undid them and it was my turn.

Her hair felt and smelled wonderful. As I parted it and fixed it into two long pigtails, I thought my wiener was going to explode.

She didn't remove the pigtails though. Instead, she demonstrated how to braid them. When done, she undid the braids and it was my turn to try braiding.

Standing next to her, working on her second braid, she sensed my tension. "Is something wrong Stephanie?"

"No, I'm fine." I replied.

"Well your face is flushed and there's sweat on your forehead."

And with that said and before I knew it, she reached her hand up under my dress and petties and felt the front of my panties.

"Oh my God, you're stiff as a board!" She giggled loudly. "You sure are enjoying all this girlie stuff, sissy boy."

"No, no, it's not that." I said. "It's just that you're--well--um--so...."

"Well, what?"

I was too embarrassed to tell her that she was really turning me on and was the cause of the bulge in my panties.

"Well try and control your little "woody" you little pantywaist." She said. "And finish my braids."

The final straw was when I was practicing doing her hair in a pretty French braid down her back. I could feel a small, creamy "little girl juice" stain on the front of my panties and more beads of sweat were running down my forehead.

With the French braid done, she stood me in front of her.

"Lift up the front of your dress and petties Stephanie." She ordered.

"No, please don't make me do that!" I cried.

"Sissy boys do as they're told. NOW DO IT!"

I slowly lifted them up revealing my extremely "tented" and slightly semen stained panties.

"God, you little sissy pervert. You sure do get off on being a little girl!" She scorned.

"No, really, it's not that!" I cired.

"Sure, that's what all the "Wannabees" say."

And to my horror, she reached into her purse and pulled out two large safety pins.

"Well, I think you should let everyone see how much you really love being a little girl and how much you love all this girlie stuff!"

And she pinned up the front of my dress and petticoats to my shoulders and tucked my panties down under my ball sack.

"You can spend the rest of the time here like that, you little perverted pansie."

With the last class of hair styling over and about an hour until dinner time, we boys were told to walk around the rec center and check out the many displays of hair care products and perfumes and bathing needs and makeup and nailpolish and the like that were set up on tables.

Of course, I caused a lot of commotion and laughter and teasing from the Sunnyvale girls.

I just wandered aimlessly around with my very visible and stiff little wiener bobbing up and down and back and forth. My head was hung very low and I was sobbing greatly from the humiliation.

"Well, well, well,---looks like we have a real happy camper here!"

I looked up to see Lisa grinning at me.

"And you know, I'm gonna make you an even happier camper Stephie. I'm gonna let you have an all new girlie experience." She chuckled.

I knew it would be horrible. She reached into her purse and pulled out a long, flesh colored tube-like device. It resembled my own erect "willy".

"This is called a dil-do Stephie. And it's battery powered. See, it vibrates!" And she flicked on a little switch causing it to hum and pulsate.

"We girls just love having something long and hard and throbbing deep inside us. Now bend over for the ultimate girl experience."

"No, please no!" I pleaded.

"Then perhaps you'd like a nice, sore red bottom first sissy boy?" She snarled.

"No, no." And I bent over.

Lisa licked it for lubrication before inserting the dil-do deep into my butt. She turned it on and secured it in place with the seat of my panties.

I spent the remainder of the time there wandering about displaying my "saluting soldier" and listening to the sounds of laughter and teasing and the hum of the dil-do vibrating mercilously inside me.

Just a few minutes before my ordeal would be over, Felicity approached me. He looked almost like he was in a daze. A little saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"Ah, hi Steph." He said. "I was wondering if we could--ah--step into the bathroom and--ahhh--maybe you'd let me suc-k...."

"Faggot!" Yelled Amanda, as she slapped his face. "Get outta here pervert!"

She'd been, thankfully, nearby and overheard Felicity's request of me.

"I figured he'd hit on you. He looks the type." She said, as Felicity quickly moved off. "And I didn't figure you were the type. Are you?"

"No, definitely not! And thanks Amanda." I said.

"Well, I figured you'd been through enough today. You can go into the bathroom and remove the dil-do and wash it off and upin your dress. Give Lisa back her little toy."

"Yes Amanda." I replied.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part37



The next morning, I stood in front of a full length mirror in my cabin adjusting and fitting my yellow gingham dress over my mountain of petticoats. I attached the matching hairbow to the top of my long, dangling wiener curls. I looked at the five year old little girl reflected in the mirror and hoped that soon I'd see a teenage girl there.



I headed for breakfast and was glad to find a seat next to Chrissy.



"Sorry about yesterday Steph." She said. "I heard you had a rough go of it."



"Yeah, I sure did." And that was all I wanted to say about it.



Leaving breakfast, over the camp PA system came, "Stephanie Crandall, please report to Ms Roberts' office."



As I headed there, I thought that maybe this could be "good" news for a change.



I knocked on her door and she bid me to enter.



"You may sit down Stephanie." She smiled.



"Well, if you don't mind Ms Roberts, I'd prefer to just stand. It's easier that way in my outfit." I said as I curtsied.



"As you wish. This won't be long."



She seemed to be in an amicable mood. Maybe I'd get "good" news.



"Stephanie," she began, "your letter home for Parents' Weekend was very well done. The picture of yourself and the heart dotted i's was a nice touch too. I also know you spent yesterday attending the classes on important girl matters. And I know you had a tough time there. I have to commend you. You've tried very hard in the last days and weeks. And you've also kept your panties clean and dry."



I smiled and actually probably blushed a little.



She continued. "I've decided that your efforts should be rewarded. Starting tomorrow, I'm promoting you to a teenage girl, so long as you follow the straight and narrow and keep your panties dry."



"Oh Ms Roberts, thank you, thank you ever so much!" I gushed as I gave another deep, genuine curtsey. "I promise I'll be a perfect teenage girl. Oh, thank you so much!"



"You're welcome Stephanie. Now come with me."



And she took me to a small room across from her office that stored camp clothing and outfits.



Fifteen minutes later, as I headed toward the building exit, I heard Ms Roberts, over my shoulder, call "Remember Stephanie, follow the straight and narrow and keep your panties clean!"



"Yes Ms Roberts. And thank you again." I called back.



I walked to Sugar Plum cabin carrying a large box of short, pleated skirts in various colors with matching panties and an equal number of different camp T-shirts; a few extra white training bras, simple white low cut socks, and a pair of girls white tennis sneakers. "Keds" she had called them.



I smiled broadly as I made my way to the cabin. "I'd done it. Tomorrow I'd be a teenage girl like all the other boys." I thought.



Then I thought again---"a teenage girl like all the other boys". What a conflict in terms. But then, this whole camp was nothing but a huge "conflict in terms". But I wasn't going to let that squelch my joy at getting out of my silly, sissy dresses and petticoats and being a teenager instead of a five year old little girl.



I set the box on my bed and happily began hanging and putting away my new clothes. I wished I could change into them now, but tomorrow would come soon enough.



As I hung up my last skirt, I heard foot steps behind me and turned around to see Chrissy.



"Oh my goodness Stephie." She said as she eyed my new clothes.



"Chrissy! I've been promoted! Starting tomorrow, I get to be a teenage girl!" I was so excited that I was almost shouting.



"Ahhhh, so I see." She responded, in a much more reserved fashion than me. "I--um--guess congratulations are in order."



"Yeah, I can't wait to get out of these silly dresses and petticoats!" I said, but I could see we didn't share the same enthusiasm.



"Well--um--I guess I can understand how you would feel that way." She whistfully said, as a single tear formed in the corner of one eye.



"Chrissy, what's wrong? You should be happy for me. This is great!" I said.



Tears were forming in both her eyes now. "You're right, of course, Stephie. It's great for you. But not for me!"



She started to fondle my curls and flounce my dress and petticoats. And I really didn't know what to say.



"You see Steph, I'm gonna really miss my precious, pretty little girl." She sighed.



"Well--ah--I--ah--can't help that Chrissy. I want out of these dresses and things." But I did actually feel badly for her.



"I know. Of course you do. But can I, at least, give you a going away present?"



I was puzzled. "But I'm not goin' anywhere Chrissy."



"YOU'RE not going anywhere Steph, but my pretty little five year old girl is!"



"Oh!" And I understood her now.



"Nobody's around and won't be for a long while." She said as she took my hand and led me, like her precious little girl, into her bedroom.



Seated on her bed, she cleared a space between my wiener curls to my neck. She started heavily kissing under my curls and all around my neck. Before long, she moved to my face, covering it all over with wet kisses. Finally, she reached my lips and gave me a long, hard kiss while sticking her tongue down my throat.



This was all new to me. Before, she had just gone immediately for "down under". I'd never "necked" with a girl before. It was very stimulating, to say the least.



As I started to respond to her in the same fashion, she placed my hand under her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts felt so warm and wonderful. Then she reached her hand into my panties and began to stroke my wiener, which needed little "coaxing".



"God, she felt and tasted and smelled so good!" I thought.



After several minutes of this "necking and petting" foreplay, her head made its way "down under". And before long, my throbbing "willy" exploded.



A muffled "sigh" came from underneath my dress and petties.



"I hope my little girl enjoyed her going away present."

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part38



The next day couldn't come soon enough for me, but it finally did. I stood in front of the mirror, before breakfast, and reflected back was a thirteen year old girl in a short, pleated navy blue skirt and matching panties, a training bra and camp T-shirt, short white socks and Keds.



I smiled broadly as I took the sum of my wiener curls into my hands and put them into a large, curly ponytail at the top of my head with a blue scrunchie.



As I practically skipped with joy to breakfast, I thought about how strange my situation was. If just a month ago, someone had told me that I'd be ecstatic about what I was now wearing, I'd have said they were crazy.



But my new clothes felt so much better. And they were cooler and gave me a sense of freedom.  And having my hair off my neck and shoulders felt wonderful, especially in the heat of the morning.



At breakfast, I was thrilled to receive many congratulations from my cabin mates, well, at least the "Don't Wannabees".



Chrissy walked to the cabin table carrying her breakfast tray. There was an open seat next to me. But she opted for another vacant seat down the table, obviously ignoring me.



After breakfast, I felt like just roaming around the camp enjoying the new found freedom and simplicity of my new outfit. And to show it off a little bit too.



The next couple of days went by without a hitch. They were the most pleasant ones I'd had at camp so far.



Being like the other boys made me feel free to indulge in a lot more camp activities like horseback riding and archery and the "Don't Wannabees" even let me go back to keeping score and being the water boy during softball and kickball games. I did keep out of the pool though. It felt, almost, like a normal camp.



But I couldn't help but notice that Chrissy very much ignored me and kept her distance as best she could.



One evening, during the free time just before lights out, Jean Marie said from his bed next to mine. "Well sport, you gotta be glad to be outta those silly dresses, especially with Parent's Weekend coming soon."



"You sure got that right!" I said, happy for his comradeship.



"Well don't screw up and wind up back as a five year old or even worse!" He warned.



"Believe me, I won't."



Spurred on by his overture to me, I thought I'd take a chance and said, "Can I ask you something?"



"Sure sport, what?"



"Well, since I got outta my dresses and things, Chrissy has been ignoring me." I said.



He laughed. "Yeah, well we know about your little rendezvous's with Chrissy sport."



I was shocked. "You know about that?"



"Sure, you're not the first and you won't be the last for Chrissy." He chuckled.



"But why doesn't she give me the time of day now?" I asked.



"Cuz he," and he very quickly corrected himself, "I mean, she only likes very sissy little girly boys. So Chrissy's gotta wait 'til the next one comes around."



Feeling bold, I replied, "You said HE."



"No sport, I said SHE." He countered.



"No, you said HE and then quickly corrected yourself." And I persisted. "Why?"



Jean Marie took a deep breath and then laughed. "Well sport, you sure are the naive one."



"What do you mean?" I asked.



"Well, let me put it to you this way. Chrissy's name should really be Lola."



I was really confused and he sensed that.



"You know sport." And he sang the lyrics to a song. "Lola L-O-L-A Lola, lo lo lo Lola."



I knew that song and gasped and almost gagged and put my hand to my mouth in horror.



"You really didn't have a clue, did you sport." He said.



I shook my head no. "She, I mean he said he was from Sunnyvale. And he sure doesn't look or feel like a guy."



"Well, he lied about Sunnyvale. And he's had a lot of treatments--hormone injections, hair electrolysis, breast enhancement--stuff like that in preperation for a sex change operation he's having this Fall. But for now, he's still a guy between his legs, just like you and me."



"I had no idea!" And I got up quickly and cupped my hands under my mouth and ran for the bathroom.



A short time later, I laid in the darkness in bed, my teeth thoroughly brushed after throwing up. The song was singing over and over in my head.



"Girls will be boys, and boys will be girls. It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world, except for Lola. Lo lo lo Lola. Lo lo lo Lola."



Author's note: credit to Ray Davies and "The Kinks" of whom I'm also a long time fan.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part 39



I woke up the next morning with that awful song about "Lola" still playing over and over in my mind.



It was Wednesday and that meant the khaki skirt and matching top was the outfit for the day. It also meant that the week was half over and before very long, it would be the weekend. I wasn't looking forward to the weekend. It was Parent's Weekend and I dreaded it. I hoped that my stepmother and stepsister wouldn't come or even better, have a car accident on the way here. But no, I thought again, I can't wish for that, even though they deserved it. But I could pray they wouldn't come.



I bunched my hair to the top with a scrunchie and headed for the showers. It was nice to be "roller" free and to not have to worry so much about my hair, though I didn't want to get it too wet.



After my shower, I started to dress for the day. With my panties and socks on, I grabbed a bra. Only the ones I'd received with my new outfits from Ms Roberts were clean. As I put one on, I noticed it seemed to be less of a training bra and more like a regular bra that a teenage girl would wear. And the cups were padded.



When I finished dressing, I realized I had more pronounced, perky "mounds" under my T-shirt. I wasn't thrilled with the extra cleavage but it didn't matter. It was no different than the other boys.



I took out my scrunchie and redid my hair more carefully into a high ponytail again, to keep it off my neck and shoulders. I thought I'd probably need to wash it tomorrow. And that would be a good thing. It would help to loosen my permed curls.



I walked to breakfast hoping that Chrissy would still be avoiding and ignoring me. And even if HE surprised me and didn't, it wouldn't matter. It was my intention to avoid HIM like the plague. He sickened me and what he lured me into doing sickened me. I hated and resented him very much for that. But he did ignore me.



I spent the day, much like the day before, enjoying the novelty of my new clothes and their freedom and enjoying the camp, like any camper would--well--like any "girl" camper would, I guess.



After dinner, I went back to the cabin to wash up a bit before heading for the rec center for the evening.



A letter was waiting for me on my bed. The return address was from home. I opened it. The "gushing" letter read:



Hi Sweetheart,



I hope all is well with you Stephie. Thanks for your letter. I loved it. I'm so glad you're having such fun at camp and making lots of new girlfriends. And I just knew you'd love being a girl and adore wearing pretty dresses and petticoats and all the girly things. You look absolutely adorable and very pretty in the picture you drew of yourself in the letter. Laura and I can't wait to see you in person on Saturday!



Love,

Mommy

xoxoxo



P.S.--I hope you'll wear a pretty dress and petticoats for us on Saturday!



"Oh crap!" I thought.



Maybe I'd rethink about praying for a car accident. But, at least, they wouldn't have the satisfaction of seeing me in a "pretty dress and petticoats".

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part40



Thursday rolled around and was again, a pretty uneventful day. It was rainy and cool and I spent most of the day in the rec center helping to decorate it for Parent's Weekend, which I so did not look forward to. And Chrissy, thankfully, ignored me.



Friday was bright, warm and sunny though. I was, unpleasantly, surprised to find Lisa waiting for me outside the cafeteria after breakfast.



"Stephie, c'mon over here Sweetie. I've been waiting for you." She called.



I gulped and walked to her.



"My, my, my Steph! You've sure grown up a lot in just a few days. And "boobies" too!" She chuckled.



"Hi Lisa." I said with little enthusiasm.



"You must be thrilled to be out of those sissy dresses and petticoats. Though pink for a pleated skirt is a bit weird looking."



She was right about that. "It's the color for today." I replied.



"Yeah, I know Steph." And she put her arm in mine and said, "Let's go for a walk and catch up. I've got the whole day open."



"Do I have a choice?" I said rather sarcastically.



"Oh, now don't be like that sweetie pie!" She said with a smile that quickly turned sour. "And NO. You DON'T have a choice."



I gulped again, as we walked arm in arm. At least, she wasn't holding my hand like I was a little girl.



"Let's go on a hike!" She said. "I know a nice trail through the woods that leads to a small waterfall in the creek. It's really pretty there and it'll be cool in the woods and at the Falls."



"Oh God, what does she have in mind?" I thought.



It turned out to be quite a long hike. Lisa insisted on making several stops along the way for water. She had a small backpack on her back with bottled water in it.



"We mustn't get dehydrated Stephie. Drink up!"



I figured it took about an hour, with all the stops for water, to reach the Falls.



It was a nice spot and was cool and the mist was refreshing. We spent about half an hour taking it all in and chatting and resting.



"Well," She finally said, "we better get going Stephie or we'll miss lunch. And we can have lunch together at your cafeteria."



"Oh God." I moaned.



"What did you say?" She snapped.



"Oh good--I said--oh good."



"That's better Stephie." She said.



It took about another hour, with stops along the way for water which Lisa insisted upon, to get back to camp.



"We're just in time for last call for lunch. I'm starved. How about you Steph?"



"Yeah--well--I guess." I said, but I sure wasn't thirsty.



We got our lunches and found a table to ourselves. Midway through lunch, Lisa excused herself. "I gotta use the Lady's Room. All that water, you know."



I did know. I'd soon need the bathroom too. And to do more than just pee.



I finished my lunch just as Lisa returned.



I figured I'd hit the head while she finished her lunch.



I politely said, "If you'll excuse me, I need to use the potty too."



Force of habit had caused me to use the word "potty" and I felt a bit foolish.



"Hold on a minute Steph. I want to ask you to do something for me."



"Well, can't you ask me when I come back from the bathroom Lisa?" I asked.



"Actually, no Sweetie. I need to ask you now. Right now!" She said.



"Do I have a choice about doing what you want me to do?" I asked, knowing she'd say "no".



Her answer surprised me. "Of course Stephanie. You do have a choice. You don't have to do it, if you don't want to."



I was leery but intrigued by her reply. And I could wait a few minutes before heading for the can.



"Okay Lisa, what is it?"



"Well Sweetie Pie, I have to admit that I miss having my pretty little girl in diapers around. And I'm sure Chrissy does too. I want my little girl in diapers back!"



"No!" I cried. "Never!" And I felt tears beginning to well up in my eyes.



"Let me finish Stephie. You might regret not hearing me out." And she took my hand in hers.



"But I won't be a little girl in diapers again!" I sobbed.



"You don't have to be, if you don't want to be. Now--please--let me finish."



I just hung my head and cried and listened.



"Instead of using the potty to do your business, I want you to use your panties." She said, in a very matter of fact way.



I was horrified. "You're crazy. No way! No way I'm gonna do that!"



"Okay, okay Sweetie. It's your choice." She said. "But while you're using the potty, just remember your little video and the folks back home and at school. And I'm sure they'd be interested in hearing about your boyfirend Chrissy too."



"Oh please Lisa. Please, please," I begged, "please don't make me do that."



"I'm not making you do it. It's your choice Stephie."



"Yeah right," I snapped, "some choice you're giving me!"



I began to beg some more. "Please don't make me mess my panties. I gotta do more than just pee."



She just sat there and looked at me coldly and said nothing.



"Can't you at least wait until after Parent's Weekend to make me do this?" I desparately pleaded. "I promise I'll do it then. Honest!"



A cold stare and silence was her reply again.



I put my head down into my arms on the table and sobbed. But only for a minute because I really had to badly "go" now. I had to make a choice, though I knew I really didn't have one. She'd set me up for all of this. And I was beaten.



I looked up into her cold, vacant, silent face.



"Do I have to do it in here?" I asked pleadingly.



"No Stephanie. You can go out by the tree near the entrance and do it there." And she giggled. "The janitor will be glad. You'll save him the job of cleaning up you mess!"



I got up, totally defeated, and trudged for the door.



I stood near the tree, as inconspicuously as possible, and closed my eyes and let it go.



Moments later, a large stinky load of poop tugged downward on the seat of my panties. The front of my panties, as well as my skirt, was soaked. Pee streamed down my bare legs.



All I heard were gasps from the boys nearby me.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part41



I just stood there, numb, with my hands covering my face and crying my eyes out. I was too upset to even think about what to do next.



Then I heard. "Good work, Little Miss Poopie Pants!"



I peeked through my fingers to see Lisa standing in front of me with her nose pinched.



"Just hold tight. I'm gonna call Ms Roberts and see what she wants me to do with stinky, little you." And she took her cell phone from her purse.



"Hi Ms Roberts. It's Lisa. I'm--ah--afraid Stephanie Crandall's had a little accident." She paused for a moment. "No, no, not that kind of accident. He's not hurt. But, he just wet and pooped his panties. He's a real mess."



Lisa grinned slyly at me, as she listened to Ms Roberts on the other end.



"Okay. Will do. Bye." And she closed up her cell phone.



"Okay Puddle Pants. We're off to the nursery. They'll be expecting you." And she held out her arm in the direction of the nursery.



I kept my hands to my tear stained face in shame. I wanted to blot out my surroundings as much as I could.



As I started for the nursery, I realized I'd need to walk very slowly and gingerly. The poop in the seat of my loose fitting panties would easily fall out and go down my legs and I didn't want that added embarrassment.



Lisa walked a few paces behind me. The gentle breeze was to my back, so she was upwind of me.



I carefully minced along, peeking periodically through my fingers to see the way. I felt like a gymnast walking a balance beam. It occured to me that Ms Roberts had warned me to "keep on the straight and narrow". But this certainly wasn't what she meant.



At my slow and steady pace, what would normally be a two to three minute walk, probably took close to ten minutes. But it seemed much longer.



I focused on nothing but the path in front of me through my fingers. The only sounds I heard were again, the gasps of my fellow campers as our pathes crossed.



As we neared the nursery, Lisa called from behind me. "Hold up a moment Stinky Boy."



Her nose was pinched, as she whispered over my shoulder. "Don't you dare tell anyone that I made you do this or.....well, you certainly know what OR means."



And she pushed me, on my back, toward the nursey; causing a large hunk of poop to fall from my panties. It ricocheted off my leg and plopped to the ground.



"Yes!!!!!!!" Lisa giggled.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part42

Two nannies were waiting outside for me. I recognized neither one. They were both new to me.

"We'll take "poopy boy" from here Lisa." Said one.

Inside the nursery, in a shower stall, they started to undress me. They didn't pinch their noses. They were quite used to the smell of wet, stinky messes.

They threw away my pink, pleated skirt and panties. They were too messy to be salvable. But my socks, Keds, bra and top went into a dirty laundry bin.

"As long as we're cleaning him up, " said the other, "we might as well use the hair removal stuff on him. Looks like it's not been done since he first got here. And Ms Roberts will want him nice and baby smooth for Parent's Weekend."

"Yeah, you're right." Replied the first one. "But we don't need to worry about his hair. That'll be taken care of tomorrow morning before parents start arriving in the afternoon."

About an hour later, I laid naked on a changing table as a snow storm of baby powder was sprinkled all over from my waist down. My bum received a heavy coating of diaper rash ointment.

"We should double diaper him in cloth diapers with an extra insert in the front so he can get a lot of mileage out of them." Said the first one to the other.

Except for simple directions, they spoke very little to me, almost as if I wasn't there or like I was a little baby who wouldn't understand anyways.

"Okay, bum up baby." The first one said and I lifted it up.

When the last pink safety capped diaper pin was in place, it was time for my diaper pants.

"I've got the perfect diapers pants for him. But he probably won't appreciate them." The second one said.

They were transparent vinyl plastic with a slight pink tint to them. White ruffles ringed the waist and leg openings. And she was right, I didn't appreciate them. The clear, pink plastic would allow any yellow stains in the front or brown stains in the back of my diapers to be clearly visible.

I was sat up on the edge of the changing table for white ruffled anklets and white, strapped sandals. A baby T-shirt of white, with pink lace ruffles around the neck and arm and waist openings was pulled over my head. It sported very babyish iron on appliques across the front and reached down to a few inches above my belly button. A pink ribbon was pinned to it with a pink binkie on the other end.

For my hair, they parted it down the middle and tied it up into two curly pigtails, each one just above and behind the ear. With a large pink ribbon tied in each pigtail, I was done.

"He's still got a lot of curl left in his hair." Said one to the other, as she helped me to the floor. Then she patted me on the butt, "You know who wants to see you in her office Babykins. And get that binkie in your mouth and keep it there!"

I waddled, and I really mean WADDLED to Ms Roberts' office. I was greatly bow legged from the massive diapers.

I cried and suc-ked on my binkie, as I stood in front of Ms Roberts. She shook her head back and forth.

"Well Stephanie, you've come full circle now, though not in quite the correct chronological order." And she giggled. "You've been a five year old little girl, a thirteen year old teenage girl, and now, a one year old baby girl. I warned you." And she stood up from behind her desk and walked to me.

I felt so incredibly defeated. And the fact that I couldn't tell her it was all Lisa's doing made it even worse.

Standing in front of me, she continued. "I haven't decided if you're going to be kept like you are now, as a baby girl, or if you'll be kept as a five year old little girl. But you certainly won't be a teenager again. And you certainly won't be without diapers again."

I already knew that I wouldn't be a teenager again, but it sounded like there was a glimmer of hope that maybe I wouldn't be a full fledged baby for the rest of the summer. But no hope for getting out of diapers though.

"I'll discuss it with your stepmother tomorrow and she what she thinks is best for you---a little girl or a baby girl. Now off you go. Go about your normal routines for now, except report to the nursery for bedtime. Campers in diapers, as you know, sleep there."

I headed for the door, only to be called back again by Ms Roberts. "Oh, one more thing Stephanie. I almost forgot. The temperature's ninety one degrees now and it's supposed to be a very warm evening. But if you find yourself getting chilly, just go to the nursery and they'll give you a baby blanket to cuddle and keep you warm."

I hoped I wouldn't need that.

As I waddled out the door, I heard her sarcastically say, "And remember Stephanie---DON'T keep dry! It's no longer possible for you."

It was late afternoon now. Dinnertime was about half an hour away and I spent the time just wandering about aimlessly around the camp, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

At dinner, "Wannabees" giggled and tittered girlishly at the sight of me. "Don't Wannabees" just outright laughed. But little was said.

After dinner, Lisa was waiting for me again outside the cafeteria. I recalled that she had said earlier that she had the "whole day open". And, unfortunately, she had meant it.

"Hi baby Stephie!" She said as she approached me. "Your baby outfit is absolutely precious!"

I said absolutely nothing.

"Stephie, I want you to do one more thing for me today." She said as she tweaked one of my pigtails.

I just groaned. "Please no more. Please just leave me be!"

"Oh, don't be such a spoil sport, baby." She giggled in reply. "Now, I want you to wet yourself."

"But I don't need to pee!" I lied, in a vain attempt to placate her. I really did have a bit of an urge to go.

She snarled, "Oh yes you DO need to pee or...."

I hesitated briefly, but then let loose with the waterworks. Before long, a very visible yellow stain on the front of my diapers could be clearly seen through my transparent vinyl diaper pants.

"Good baby! Enjoy the rest of your night Stephie. I'll hope to catch you tomorrow." Lisa laughed and left me alone in misery.

I waddled to the solitude of a nearby Maple tree and just sat under it sobbing. At least, I consoled myself, I didn't have a "brown" stain in my diapers.

I just sat there until it was time for the movie in the rec center. I'd find some anonymity in the darkness of the movie I hoped.

I waddled into the rec center to the sound of giggles. I sat in the back for privacy and to not offend anyone with the smell of my pee soaked diapers.

The movie ended early. There was still over an hour until lights out, but I decided to head for the nursery anyways. I was pooped, though thankfully not literally. I just wanted the comfort and security of a crib to fall asleep in.

At the nursery, one of the nannies from earlier laughed as I entered. "I'm glad you're here early, Little Miss Waterworks! You gotta get up earlier than normal tomorrow morning to get all prettied up for Parent's Weekend. C'mon, let's get you cleaned up and into dry diapers and into your crib."