Camp Sissy Curls

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part43

The next morning, I was woken up by the nanny from last night about an hour before normal. I was surprised and relieved that I hadn't relieved myself at all in my diapers during the night.

She was surprised too, as she sniffed the air and reached her hand into the front of my diapers. "Ahhh! Good baby Stephie. Still clean and dry."

Although, none of it really mattered. I'd be wet and poopy sometime this day!

"Got a lot to do and only a little time to get you ready to meet your family this afternoon Stephie. Ms Roberts left special instructions to get you "all prettied up" for Parent's Weekend. So let's get moving." She happily said.

It didn't fall "happily" on my ears though. I dreaded having my stepmother and Laura see me "all prettied up".

I was undressed and put into a tub of very fragrant bubble bath, with a shower cap over my hair.

"I've got things to get ready for you Stephie. I think you're a big enough girl to wash yourself. But don't touch your hair. We'll take care of that later. Wash thoroughly and I'll be back for you in ten minutes." And she left me to bathe.

There was a clock on the wall and I noted the time--7:14AM. I did wash thoroughly and was done in under five minutes, so I just sat and soaked. But soon I felt the urge to pee.

"Perfect!!!" I thought, very pleased with myself.

At exactly 7:22, I stood up, looked all around to be sure the coast was clear, and peed as quickly and as hard as I could into the bath water. I hopped out of the tub before the pee could reach my feet and legs. And I pulled the tub drain.

At 7:24, the nanny returned right on cue to find me busy drying myself with a towel. "Good girl Stephie!"

"Clever girl Stephie!" I thought was more appropriate. I'd saved myself, at least, one less wet diaper today.

On the changing table, I was diapered heavily in cloth, just like yesterday, which meant "bowed legs" and "waddling" for me. But instead of the pink tinted, clear vinyl panties of yesterday, she tugged up my very gaudy and ruffled and prissy pink rhumba diaper panties. When she put the matching training bra on me, I knew I'd probably be a five year old today. Well, at least, that was better than being a full fledged little baby girl. Though only slightly better.

Next stop, in just my diapers and rhumba panties and bra, was the small camp beauty salon. Miss Baldwin, who was in charge of it, had long since returned from her absence. I remembered her well. She had given me my first permanent. She'd also given me my first sound spanking.

She washed and conditioned my hair. Then she lightly towel dried it and worked some setting gel into damp my curls.

She quickly but efficiently set it in rollers. As she blow dried my set, the nanny worked away on my finger and toe nails, restoring them to a candy pink polished gloss and shine.

When my hair and nails were finally dried,  Miss Baldwin took a curling iron to my hair to create the nice, thick long wiener curls I'd had before. The nanny put pink anklets and pink, patent leather Mary Janes on my feet.

Miss Baldwin then combed out the bangs on my forehead and, using pink barrettes, fixed my wiener curls back a little, just behind my ears. That was a slight change in my "wiener curl" hairdo. And I'd soon find out, to my horror, that there was a specific purpose for it. She lightly sprayed hairspray all over my "coif" to hold it in place for the day.

Then she looked at her watch. "A little after ten, we're making good time." She said to the nanny, and then added, "Would you go get the special present for Stephie now and the things we'll need for it please?"

I cringed at the thought of a "special present".

Miss Baldwin explained. "When your stepmother sent your birthday present last month, she included a special gift for her special little girl. She put a note on it to save if for today."

I gulped as the nanny quickly returned carrying some sort of corded, almost gun-like, needle device in one hand and a small bag of ice in the other. She set them down on the counter in front of the mirror. Then she reached into a pocket in her apron and pulled out a small, rectangular black jewelry box. She opened it up for me to see.

"No, no---please---no!!!" I squealed.

I recognized what the contents of the box was. It held a pair of gold heart earrings and a matching neck pendant with a single gold heart. My ears would need to be pierced to wear them.

"You can't do this to me!!! I won't let you!!! I'll be permanently marked for life!!!" And I started to bolt from the styling chair, only to be pulled back securely by Miss Baldwin.

"It's what your stepmother wants and so it's what you'll get Stephanie. And you never know, sweetie pie, it may be only the first of other permanent changes for you!" She said.

"My God, what does THAT mean???" I cried. And I struggled again to free myself.

She slapped my face hard and warned, "The next slaps will be across your bare girly bum, just like the last time, if you don't stop!"

A little before noon, I waddled toward the rec center where the parents were to meet their "boys".

Again, my ultra frilly, pink satin party dress danced atop the mountain of white organza petticoats. And my beribboned wiener curls also danced about the gold heart earrings prominently attached to my freshly pierced ears. The gold heart pendant dangled around my neck. A tear made its way down my lightly made up face to the corner of my pink glossed lips.

Ms Roberts was waiting for me at the entrance.

"Oh my goodness Stephanie!" She gushed as I approached. "You look positively adorable. Just like a little beauty pageant princess ready to walk on stage. Your stepmother and stepsister probably won't even recognize you!"

Then she reached into her purse and pulled out a small spray perfume and spritzed behind my ears and on my wrists.

She took my hand and said, "C'mon Precious! And don't forget to curtsey when you meet them."

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part44



The center was packed with campers and parents and siblings and a fair amount of Sunnyvale girls, as well.



All the campers, except for me and about half a dozen others, wore red plaid pleated skirts; which must have been the color of the day. And they each had a matching red plaid bow or ribbon placed somewhere in their hair. That was the first time I'd seen teenage campers in ribbons or bows. I figured it was probably because of the occasion. They almost looked like Catholic school girls.



The half dozen other campers looked "scary". Scary to me at least, in the sense that I might soon be one of them for the rest of my time at camp.



They all sat; strapped into large, over-sized baby strollers miserably suc-king away on pacifiers or baby bottles. They were dressed in really, very "over the top", elaborate baby outfits with bonnets and booties to match. They were obviously very heavily diapered. Most were crying, probably from messy diapers or extreme humiliation or both. Even their parents and siblings, who were pushing them around, seemed embarrassed. It was the first time I'd seen the one year olds outside of the nursery.



Still clutching Ms Roberts' hand, we walked around in search of my stepmother and Laura. As we walked, I noticed that there were very few, if any, men around. Boys to be certain. Brothers of the campers. But no fathers that I could see.



But that actually made sense to me. What father, in his right mind, would allow his boy to attend this "sissy" camp. My own father, I was sure, knew I was at camp for the summer. But I was certain he didn't know what kind of camp this was.



We continued, in vain, to try to locate my stepmother and Laura. I thought about, with little guilt, the "car accident" that I'd wished for not very long ago.



Our search was interupted several times by many mothers and sisters of my fellow campers. They "oohed" and "ahhhed" and "gushed" and "oogled" over me. They all just couldn't seem to resist the urge to pinch my cheeks or fondle my curls or adjust with my dress and petticoats or straighten my hairbow. Some even made me bend over to get an even better look at my diaper packed rhumba panties. Stuff like that. Stuff that, in the real world, any woman or girl might do when presented with a five year old little girl so prissily dressed.



It was quite embarrassing, though not as much as it would be in the "real world" at least.



We continued our search, until at one point, I hesitated and pulled back slightly from Ms Roberts.



"You see them, don't you Stephanie." She said.



My hung head and lack of an answer was all the answer she needed.



"Where are they?"



No sooner said, she glanced toward the entrance and saw a mother and daughter just walking in, hand in hand.



"Ah, that must be them. Right Stephanie?"



And again, my lack of an answer was the answer. As we walked toward them, I purposely hung back a little and to the side of Ms Roberts, much like a shy little girl would do with her mother.



"Remember to curtsey Stephanie. And call her "mommy" like you did in your letter." She added.



"Hello, I'm Ms Roberts." She beamed. " Are you Mrs. Crandall?"



"Why yes I am. And this is my daughter Laura."



Laura just smiled as Ms Roberts and my stepmother shook hands.



"I know we've sort of met on the phone," Ms Roberts said, "but it's so nice to meet you in person. And your lovely daughter."



"Why thank you. It's a pleasure to meet you too!" My stepmother replied.



"You must be thrilled to see your son!" Ms Roberts said next.



"Well--ah--yes. I'm sure I will be." Stepmother answered. "Where is he?"



Ms Roberts then realized the "shy routine" I was pulling and let go of my hand and stepped a little away from me.



"Chin up sweetie!" She said to me.



Tears ran down my face as I looked up.



My stepmother looked down at me over the top of her glasses and squinted. Then she removed them and looked at me, very wide eyed in amazement.



"Oh my goodness. I didn't know who this was. Is that you Stephen--ah--I mean Stephanie? Is that REALLY you?"



I took the cue and with little enthusiasm, I curtseyed. "Hello mommy. Hello Laura."

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part45



Stepmother cupped my face in her hands, then moved them about my hair, gently fondling my wiener curls. As she moved down to feel the fullness of my petticoated dress, she continued. "Oh Ms Roberts, he looks so much like a real little girl that I didn't even recognize him. I can't believe this precious little "cherub" is Stephen. You've done wonders with him!"



"Thank you Mrs. Crandall." Ms Roberts replied.



"Laura honey, what do you think of your stepbrother--ah--I guess I should say sister?"



Laura had just been standing there, covering her wide opened mouth with her hand, staring in disbelief.



"He looks very pretty!" She giggled. "I wish I had a pretty dress like his. Can I get a dress like Stephen's mommy? Please! Pretty please!"



Stepmother laughed. "Sure honey, but not today. And remember, he's a she now Laura. She's Stephanie now, not Stephen."



"Oh, right." Laura tittered and added. "I've always wanted a little sister to play with!"



I groaned at the thought of that.



My stepmother then turned me around to get a better look. She knelt down and lifted up the back of my dress and petticoats.



"Oh my, what precious panties!" She said and she felt the back of them. "Is she in diapers???"



"Yes, I'm afraid so." Ms Roberts answered. "Stephanie's had a number of accidents since she's been here and, unfortunately, needs to wear them all the time."



"Diapers!!!" Laura laughed. "Stephanie's a baby! Stephanie's a baby!" She mocked.



"I'm not a baby!!!" I cried in protest.



"Hush up Laura. Don't make fun of your baby sister." Stepmother scolded.



I cried even more at the realization that I was now considered to be Laura's baby sister.



Ms Roberts quickly averted the situation and said to my stepmother, "Perhaps you and Laura would like something to eat. I know Stephanie's probably hungry. She missed breakfast this morning getting all prettied up for your visit. There's a nice brunch set up over there." And she pointed to the buffet set up near the stage.



"Yes, thank you Ms Roberts. That'd be nice." Stepmother said. "And, by the way, thank you for doing the earrings and necklace. They look very lovely on him."



"My pleasure Mrs. Crandall. Enjoy the brunch. We'll talk later." And she left us.



"Take your little sister's hand Laura." And my stepmother took the other. We headed for the buffet table.



"Mommy, why is Stephen walking so funny?" Laura asked referring to my pronounced waddle.



"It's Stephanie now Laura! And don't you worry about that."



"Mommy, everything about him bounces. Even his hair!" She was unrelenting.



"It's HER, not HIM Laura. And for God's sake, mind your own business!" She scolded.



As we reached the buffet line, Laura asked me in naive but genuine sincerity, "Don't you just love being a girl now Stephen and getting to wear pretty dresses and things?"



"NO!!!"



"Isn't having your hair done up in ribbons and curls fun?" She asked next.



"NO!!!!!"



"Do you really wet and poop your diapers?"



"Stop it right now Laura!" My stepmother warned. "Or you might well find yourself in diapers!"



Thankfully, that shut her up.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part46



We stood in line for the brunch buffet with my stepmother in front, then me, and Laura bringing up the rear--which is literally what she did as we waited.



She just couldn't seem to keep her hands off me, or more specifically, off my dress and petticoats. Despite my best efforts to stop her, she fiddled and played with my dress and petties with little restraint.



At the point where she had lifted them up in the back to get a better peek at my diapered and ruffled bum, I cried, "Mommy!"



My stepmother turned around. "Laura, leave Stephanie's dress and things alone."



Laura giggled, "But mommy, he's better than any of my best dollies!"



"Yeah--great." I thought. "How lucky for me to be her favorite dolly!"



With brunch on our trays, we found a table and started to eat. I was hungry and thirsty and eagerly ate away at the huge breakfast I had gathered on my tray.



I was chewing on a piece of bacon when I looked up to see Chrissy standing before us, carrying a tray.



I frowned as she spoke. "Hi, you must be Stephanie's family. I'm Chrissy. I'm from Sunnyvale and I'm the counselor for Sugar Plum cabin---Stephie's former cabin."



"Hello, I'm Mrs. Crandall and this is my daughter Laura. Won't you join us?"



"Sure, thanks." And Chrissy sat in the open chair next to me.



I said nothing as Chrissy and my stepmother and Laura bantered away about God only knows what. I was too angry at the intrusion of Chrissy to pay much attention to them.



But at one point, Laura managed to spill her orange juice on herself, making a mess on the front of her T-shirt.



"Oh Laura---geez!" Stepmother groaned and stood up. "Where's the Ladies Room Chrissy? I gotta get Little Miss Piggy here cleaned up."



Chrissy pointed the way as my stepmother took Laura's hand. "We'll be back in a little while."



"Oh crap!" I thought. I had no desire to be alone with HIM. And I figured he had a rekindled desire to be alone with me, now that I was a prissy little five year old girl again.



And I was right, of course.



Chrissy immediately slipped one hand into mine and placed her other hand on the front of my dress and petties.



"I'm so glad you're a pretty little girl again Stephie. I've really missed my precious little Sweetie Pie!"



I pushed her hands away. "Leave me alone!"



"Oh, c'mon Pumpkin, don't be like that!" She pleaded and she started to fondle my curls.



I pushed her hands away again. "I said--LEAVE ME ALONE!!"



But she wouldn't relent. "Maybe we could get together again later today somewhere? You know I'll make your "little camper" a very happy one!"



"No way! LOLA!!!" I snarled.



"Oh Stephie, don't let that stop you. And besides, I won't be a LOLA for long. After this Fall, I'll be "Chrissy" in EVERY way." She cooed and put her hand atop the front of my dress again.



"I don't care! You fooled me!!" I was furious. I'd had enough. And I lost it.



I stood up. I picked up my plate full of scrambled eggs and dumped on the top of Chrissy's head and quickly followed it with the remainder of the orange juice left in my cup.



"Oh God!!" Chrissy squealed as she stood up. "You're gonna get it now sissy boy!!!"



"I don't care!" I shouted as I saw my stepmother and Laura returning from the Ladies Room.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part 47



Twenty minutes later, I stood in front of Ms Roberts' desk in her office. Laura and my stepmother sat in chairs to the side of me.



"Would you care to explain yourself Stephanie?" Ms Roberts asked.



"Chrissy said some things that just really made me mad. And she wouldn't stop." And that was all I offered.



"Like what Stephanie?" Ms Roberts asked.



"I really don't want to say Ms Roberts."



I didn't want to explain the nature of the overtures Chrissy had made to me, in front of my stepmother and Laura. And I certainly didn't want them to find out about the relationship we'd had before I found out she was a boy.



"Well, be that as it may, you know you'll need to be punished Stephanie." Ms Roberts said, and then added. "With your stepmother's permission, of course." And she looked to my stepmother.



"Whatever you think is best Ms Roberts." She replied, obviously very embarrassed by what I had done.



"Well, I think a good sound spanking and some corner time is in order." Ms Roberts said as she stood from behind her desk.



I started to cry as Ms Roberts looked to my stepmother and Laura and said. "If you and your daughter wish to wait outside, there's a bench out there. We won't be too long."



"No thanks Ms Roberts. I'd like to see how to properly punish him. And I think it'd be good for Laura to see how he's to be punished too." And she looked down at Laura. "Are you okay with that Laura?"



"Oh yes mommy! Definitely!" She chimed.



Being spanked was bad enough, I thought. But having it done in front of my stepmother and little stepsister was ten times worse.



Ms Roberts reached into a desk drawer and took out a large hairbrush and walked toward a couch under the window of her office. She closed the blinds and sat down, motioning for me to come to her.



She patted her lap and I laid across it.



"Please, at least not in front of them." I begged.



But Ms Roberts said nothing. I could almost feel my face turning crimson red as she carefully lifted the back of my dress and petticoats up to rest on my back. I continued to sob, knowing my bum would soon be as equally red as my face. But the embarrassment of all this being done in front of stepmother and Laura would be the worst part of the punishment.



As Ms Roberts tugged my diapers and rhumba panties to my ankles, Laura giggled. "I see Stephanie's bare little bummy!"



"Be quiet Laura!" Stepmother scolded.



"How many spanks do you think you deserve Stephanie?" Ms Roberts asked me.



"None." I mumbled.



"Tons, did you say?" And she laughed at her own little joke. "Well, I think that would be a bit harsh Stephanie. I think ten will suffice to teach you the error of your ways."



I grit my teeth in preparation for my "whacks". As they started to land across my bare butt, I struggled to cry as little as possible, wanting  to show no sign of weakness.



But by the seventh whack, I was bawling like a baby from the pain and mostly, from the humiliation.



With the tenth whack finally over, I was placed nose into a corner of the office with my diapers and rhumba panties around my ankles. As Ms Roberts instructed, I held the back of my dress and petties up high to expose  my bright red, painful fanny.



With the sound of much giggling from Laura, I heard Ms Roberts say. "Now that that's taken care of, I wonder if I might talk to you about something Mrs. Crandall?"



"Certainly Ms Roberts." Stepmother said and then she warned Laura to stop her giggling.



I knew it was my place to remain a silent, bare bottomed participant in the conversation.



"I need your input about what to do with Stephanie for the remaining three weeks of camp." Ms Roberts said. "No matter what, she'll remain in diapers 24/7. She really has little control over her, shall I say, bodily functions."



"I understand." Said my stepmother.



"But I'm wondering, " Ms Roberts continued, "if it would be best for her to stay like she is today, a five year old little girl. Or if it would be better for her to experience being a little baby girl for the rest of camp. She did actually have that experience, briefly, yesterday. I'd be fine with either way. I guess I'd like to leave it up to you."



"Baby--oh--baby, baby, baby!!!" Laura bubbled.



"That's it Laura!" And stepmother stood up and took Laura by the hand. "Please excuse me for a moment Ms Roberts. Laura can wait outside."



Stepmother took her to the bench outside the door. "Now sit there and behave, young lady." We heard her say.



"I'm sorry Ms Roberts. " She said, as she closed the door behind her.



"Not a problem Mrs. Crandall." And Ms Roberts regrouped. "As I was saying, I'd be fine with either way, baby girl or little girl. What do you think?"



I couldn't remain silent any longer and I pleaded, "Please, please, not a baby girl mommy!"



Although I couldn't see it with my nose in the corner, my stepmother stood up and said to Ms Roberts, who still held the hairbrush in her hand, "May I?"



"Certainly." Ms Roberts replied.



The next sound heard in the room was the "crack" of the hairbrush across my already blistered bare bottom and an even louder "yelp" from me.



"Little babies don't know how to talk!" My stepmother scolded.



"Very well then, baby girl it is." I heard Ms Roberts say over the sound of my wailing.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part48

With that decision made, my stepmother said, "Can I ask one thing of you Ms Roberts?"

"Of course Mrs. Crandall. What?"

"Can I bring him home in three weeks just as he is now--a five year old little girl?"

"Sure! Whatever you wish Mrs. Crandall." Ms Roberts replied.

Despite knowing better, I spoke out again. "How about going back home as I came here, a boy in my own clothes!!!!"

Another "whack" across my fanny from my stepmother and another "yelp" from me settled that.

As Ms Roberts pulled up my diapers and rhumba panties and refitted my dress over my petticoats, my stepmother explained to her.

"I think it is very fitting for him to experience being a helpless, totally dependent little baby girl for the remainder of camp. And there's definitely a part of me that would love to take him home like that."

And she paused for a moment and took a breath. "But even though he's quite small for his age, he's not small enough to pass for a real baby girl in public. No thirteen year old would be."

"You're quite right Mrs. Crandall." Said Ms Roberts.

"But he is small enough to pass for a little girl in public. I mean, he even fooled me!"

"Definitely Mrs. Crandall. He's already done that at the Mall outside of town." She reassured.

I really started to wail now. This "girlish" torture was obviously not going to be over with the end of camp.

Ms Roberts took some tissues from her purse and handed them to me. "Let me take Baby Stephanie here to the nursery and get her properly outfiited as a pretty little baby girl. It's just down the hall. You could meet us back here in, say an hour or so."

"Splendid! And thank you Ms Roberts." Stepmother replied.

"In the meantime, may I suggest that you and Laura take a little tour of Camp Sunnyvale. It's just across the meadow from here. It's a great girl's camp." And she giggled and added. " And I mean--real girl's camp. I could get Lisa to escort you. You might have met her."

"That would be great Ms Roberts. I was actually thinking about camp for Laura for next summer! Thank you."

"Very good. You can wait with your lovely daughter on the bench and I'll have Lisa meet you there in just a few minutes.

And Ms Roberts put her hand on my stepmother's shoulder. "And I'll take your other lovely DAUGHTER to the nursery now. See you in an hour or so!"

A little over an hour later, strapped into one of those large, over-sized baby strollers, a nanny and Ms Roberts pushed me out the nursery and down the hall to Ms Roberts' office, where my stepmother and Laura waited on the bench outside it.

I wore the same, still dry and clean, massive diapers and frilly pink rhumba panties. But my pink satin dress was replaced by a very short hemmed white baby dress with sewn in petticoats. It was trimmed with lots of pink lacy ruffles and a binkie tied to a pink ribbon was pinned to the front of it. My feet and hands were in baby booties and mittens. My wiener curls dangled below a very frilly white baby bonnet trimmed with the same pink lacy ruffles as my dress. A huge bow tied under my chin secured it in place. I was crying as I suc-ked away on a baby bottle filled with sweet, but awful tasting formula.

My stepmother knelt on one knee and "oogled" and "gushed" over me like any mother would do to her precious little baby girl. Laura stood to my side and giggled as she fussed with my bonnet.

"She's absolutely perfect Ms Roberts! Sooooo precious!!!" Stepmother exclaimed.

"Yes she is!" Replied Ms Roberts and she looked to the nanny. "Great work Bernice!"

"Thanks Ms Roberts." Bernice said and then looked to my stepmother. "She's been fed but she still needs to finish her bottle."

"Will do, thank you." She replied.

"If she messes her diapers, just bring her back here for a change." Said the nanny. "But otherwise, would you please have her back here by nine so we can get her into her crib for the night. Our little ones need lots of sleep."

"Certainly." Said my stepmother.

Ms Roberts looked at her watch. "It's just after six. Might I suggest something for you and your lovely daughters to do tonight Mrs. Crandall?"

"Yes please Ms Roberts."

"Well, at seven o'clock in our rec center, our "Shirley Temple Wannabee" contest is being held. We do it each summer on Parent's Weekend. Lots of little moppets singing and dancing and prancing about on stage doing their best impressions of Shirley Temple. It's really quite cute and very funny. You'll be amazed at how much most of them resemble her."

"Oh, we wouldn't miss it for the world Ms Roberts." Said stepmother. "And thank you again!"

And off we went for the rec center.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part49



We got to the rec center early enough for my stepmother and Laura to get seats in the front row. Of course, I rode in my seat. They were very pleased to get so close to the stage. I could have cared less. I had no interest in watching pansies prancing about like Shirley Temple.



Being so close, I could see the "goings on" back stage before the start of the show. Mothers were anxiously busy primping their Shirley Templed sons, fussing with their heavily petticoated sissy dresses and fixing their blonde, sausage curled hair and adjusting their hairbows. And the boys seemed just as anxious about the whole process as their mothers. I counted ten participants. A few appeared to be wearing wigs, but most had their own hair done up.



The whole thing was bizarre. But then again, this whole camp was downright bizarre. If it weren't happening here at camp, one would have thought it was a real little girls' beauty pageant of some sort.



The house lights went down and the show began. One "Shirley" after another pranced and danced about on stage, lip-synching to songs from Shirley Temple movies. Of course, the ever popular "On the Good Ship Lollipop" was heard many times.



I watched in awe and amazement. I was amazed at how much they looked and acted like the real thing. But what amazed me most was that these boys were really into it. They wanted desparately to be just like Shirley Temple. And their mothers off stage just beamed with pride over their girly, pansy sons humiliating themselves on stage. But then, I guessed, it wasn't humiliating for them. They were "Wannabees".



As the show wound down, I felt rumblings inside me. I was still wearing the same clean diapers from early in the morning and knew I'd soon be making use of them. I hoped I could hold off until I was back in the nursery for the night. Wetting and pooping in diapers was, of course, nothing new to me. But doing that degrading act in front of my stepmother and Laura would be new to me. And I so did not want to mess myself with them around.



As the last of the "Shirleys" did their bit on stage, stepmother leaned down to me and whispered, "Maybe you can enter in this next year Stephie."



The binkie in my mouth prevented me from clearly expressing myself. But I whimpered and mumbled back as best I could, "I'm never coming back here."



"Never say never Stephie!" Was her reply. And I started to cry softly at the thought of returning to this camp again.



The final "Shirley" contestant turned out to be Felicity. She was the "Wannabee" from Sugar Plum cabin whose bed was next to mine. I wasn't really surprised to see him. He turned out to be the best of the lot and won the competition. He beamed and gushed as he gratefully accepted the trophy. Such a Priss!!!



With the house lights up again, stepmother allowed Laura to push my stroller. She was glad to play the part of a "mommy". But I wasn't glad to play the part of her "baby". And soon, despite my best efforts, I really played the part of her baby.  



I couldn't hold out any longer. I pooped a huge load into my diapers and then wet them. Wetting and pooping my diapers was always a very shameful thing for me to do. But it was especially embarrassing in front of them.



"Oooh, yuck!!!" Laura moaned. "I think Baby Stephie just pooped her diapers."



Sniffing out the situation, stepmother replied, "Well, of course Laura, that's what little babies do!"



"Well it's gross! Stinky, stinky, stinky!" And she pinched her nose and she turned the stroller over to my stepmother.



"It's almost time to get Stephie back to the nursery for beddie bye anyways. We'll let them sort her out." Stepmother said to Laura.



As they left me to the care of a nanny, stepmother kissed my forehead and said, "See you tomorrow, my precious little baby."



I looked up at her in surprise and mumbled through my pacifier, "What?"



She realized I thought they were leaving for back home tonight.



"Stephie, this is Parent's---WEEKEND. So we'll be back to spend most of the day with you tomorrow. And then head home in the early evening. Laura and I are staying at a Holiday Inn just off the interstate exit. Isn't that GREAT!" Stepmother chimed.



I just groaned.



Bathed and rediapered, I clung to my Raggedy Ann doll and suc-ked on my pacifier in my crib. I cried myself to sleep thinking about having to spend another day with my stepmother and Laura as a little baby girl.