Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp) by sissycaroline

[sissycaroline]

Well Ahiru and sweatergirl, I actually just sat down now at the computer to type in part 24, which I truly penned in rough copy before all this came up. Parts 23 and 24 are in no way the result of comments here. But I thought I'd take the time to respond to both of your well thought out and well received comments.



To be honest Ahiru, I very purposely try to put "drastic changes" and a "conflicting feel" in my stories. And I'm glad that's apparent. I feel it helps to make a story more interesting (and fun for me, I admit). It's the "spice" in any story.



Part 24, which I hope you'll both respond to after I type it in (it's quite long and will take many hours to type--my keyboarding skills aren't great), has a lot of punishment and humiliation for Stephie--a lot! But it does have some VERY positive moments for her too. The "drastic changes" and "conflicting feel" that I aim for.



Well anyhow, I really enjoy all this discussion. Gotta start typing part 24.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part24



And when the program they were watching ended, Sally Jo clicked off the TV and struck up a conversation specifically with Laura. "So Laura, do you like having a sister around?"



"Well, yeah, I guess so." And she thought a moment and added. "But not always."



"What do you mean?" Sally Jo asked.



"Well, it's fun to see him dressed up so sissy. And in diapers too. He hates it and gets so embarrassed. And I like that!"



"I'm sure." Sally Jo said. "But what don't you like?"



"I sure don't like it when I have to put up with the smell of his poopy diapers. Like when we're in the van or out somewhere and he poops himself."



"Yeah, that must be gross!" Sally Jo laughed.



"Oh yeah!" Laura replied. "But what I don't like the most is when the little sissy gets me in trouble with my mother and she punishes me. And it's not my fault!"



Now of course, I had to listen to all of this from my position in the corner without responding or defending myself.



"How are you punished?" Amy interjected.



Laura clammed up, her face red with embarrassment.



"It's okay Laura!" Amy soothed, as she put her arm around her. "You can tell us. Don't be embarrassed."



"Well." And Laura sniffled and teared up. "Last time he got me in trouble, my mother dressed me up all sissy like him. Even braids and ribbons. And she spanked me and put diapers and plastic pants on me like him."



"Oh you poor thing!" Sally Jo comforted. "Did she make you wet and poop your diapers like Stephie?"



Laura shook her head up and down. "Yeah! And then she put me in the playpen on the deck with sissyboy in his poopy diapers."



"How awful for you!" Sally Jo replied.



"Yeah, but I'll get sissyboy back for it!"



Sally Jo grinned. "I'm sure you will Laura."



And Sally Jo got up and walked over to me. "Okay you little pantywaist. Corner time's up." As she pulled up my diapers and rhumba panties and adjusted my dress and petties, she called to Amy. "Amy, Mrs. Crandall left some money on the kitchen table so we could order some pizza for supper. Would you call Pizza Hut and order it? Have it delivered."



"Sure." Amy said.



I struggled sitting at the kitchen table as we all ate our pizza. My butt was really sore!



"So Laura!" Sally Jo said as she munched on a slice of pizza. "What would you like to do tonight to, I mean WITH Stephie?"



I caught the implication but Laura didn't.



"What do you mean?" She asked.



Sally Jo giggled and whispered in her ear. "A little payback maybe?"



"Yeah!!!" Laura laughed and Sally Jo grinned back at her.



Of course, I hadn't heard what Sally Jo had whispered to Laura but I knew, whatever it was, wouldn't bode well for me. I shuddered wondering what Laura would come up with.



Laura was quiet for a minute, deep in thought. But then she chimed in. "Could we play house tonight?" She asked Sally Jo. "I could be the mommy and sissyboy could be my little baby girl and you and Amy could be her big sisters!"



"Please not that!" I pleaded.



"Like you have a choice Stephie???" Sally Jo replied.



"Sissyboy has baby girl clothes up in his bedroom. I've seen them!" She bubbled. "He's got a pretty baby dress and a bonnet and a bib and even a pacifier, I think. And he's already in diapers, of course."



"Sounds great Laura! Good idea!" Sally Jo said.



"Yeah, it'll be fun!" Amy eagerly added.



Some fun, I thought.



After supper, the girls took me upstairs to my bedroom. Amy and Sally Jo were amazed at all the "little girl finery" they found in my dresser drawers and closet. "Wow! Any little girl would die to have all this!" Amy gushed.



"Not me!" Laura exclaimed.



"Well, MOST little girls!" Amy added with a giggle.



The girls were thrilled to find my baby dress and its petticoats and bonnet and all my other baby things. I surely wasn't thrilled though.



They undressed me and started "babying" me up. As Sally Jo took the frilly, white and pink baby dress from its hanger, Laura said. "I think he's got special matching diaper panties for that somewhere."



"Gee, thanks Laura!" I said sarcastically.



"Hush up Baby Stephie!" Laura scolded and then stuck a pink pacifier in my mouth. "Don't talk to your mommy like that! Or I'll give you a good spanking." And she looked at Sally Jo and Amy sheepishly and asked. "Can I do that if Baby Stephie misbehaves?"



Sally Jo and Amy roared with laughter and Sally Jo nodded her head up and down and answered. "You're in charge MOMMY!"



"Goodie!" Laura giggled and she went to my dresser and sifted through the drawers and found the matching diaper panties.



A few minutes later, the girls finished me up by tying the prissy matching baby bonnet in a huge bow under my chin and attached large, white bows to my braids that dangled beneath it.



"Perfect!" Laura said, as she looked me over head to toe. "Let's go downstairs."



Sally Jo and Amy each took hold of one of my hands to walk me down.



"Let go of Baby Stephie's hands girls!" Laura scolded, though in jest. "Little babies don't walk. They CRAWL!"



"I won't do that!!! No way I'm doin' that!" I shouted and the pacifier fell from my mouth.



Laura quickly picked it up and pushed it back into my mouth. "Keep it there. Little babies don't TALK either!!! Now down on your hand and knees baby sissyboy!"



"No!!!" I screamed through my pacifier and childishly stomped my feet.



"That does it!" Laura yelled in my face. And she walked over to my bed and sat down on it and looked at me and patted her knees. Then, in a motherly tone, she said. "Sally Jo, would you be a dear and get me your hair brush?"



I started to bolt from the room but Sally Jo and Amy each took an arm and held me in place. And Sally Jo whispered in my ear. "You better do as she says Stephie. I got my digital camera in my purse. Some pix of all of this would be a great way to let kids at school in on your little Stephen/Stephie secret."



I cried uncontrollably as I positioned myself across her knees and felt the back of my baby dress and petties go up and my diapers and rhumba panties go down.



"Wow! Still red." Laura giggled, as my blistered behind was exposed, yet again, for another vicious attack.



"How many do you think girls?" Laura asked as Sally Jo handed her the hair brush. "Ten? Fifteen maybe???"



Amy, taking some pity on me, quickly replied. "I think just five is plenty!"



I wailed, with no constraint, as each of the five whacks hit their mark. The pain was intense---the pain of the ASSault on my already blistered fanny and, perhaps even more so, the pain of the humiliation. Especially receiving it from my nasty little stepsister. Even my weiner, thankfully, wasn't "happy".



With my spanking over, Laura started to refit my diapers and rhumba panties. "Hold on before you pull them back up!" Amy said to Laura.



Oh God, now what, I thought. Corner time again? Are they going to rub salt in my wounds now??? God only knew.



Amy dashed across the hall to the bathroom. It was directly opposite my room. She didn't close the bathroom door but she opened the medicine cabinet. And we could all see her searching through it.



"What are you looking for?" Laura called, with me still over her knee.



"Never mind, I found it." She called back and returned to the bedroom.



"Here, have some mercy on him!" And she handed Laura a spraymist bottle of "Bactine".



"I'll gladly spank his bare bum with a hair brush, but I'm not gonna actually TOUCH it!!!" She exclaimed.



"You don't need to. Just spray it on!" Amy said. "You can show a little kindness!"



"Do I gotta?" Laura whined.



"Well no, you're in charge. But you know it's the right thing to do." Amy said.



"Oh geez!!!" Laura said, as she began to spray my red hot fanny.



And it really did help to extinguish the fire on my very painful butt. And as Laura sprayed more, Amy looked around the room. She easily found what she was looking for and said. "That's what we need." And she held out a tube of diaper rash ointment to Laura.



Laura recoiled from it. "No way!!!"



"Okay." Laura said. "Slide out from under him."



Laura slid out from under me and Amy took her place and began gently rubbing the ointment all over my battered behind. The ointment felt wonderful. And Amy's soothing hands, even better! Despite my sore bottom and the extremely humiliating circ-umstances, I found this quite pleasurable. And so did my weiner! And I hoped Amy didn't feel its "pleasure" in her lap through my dress and petticoats.



When she was done with the ointment, she stood me up and pulled my diapers and rhumba panties back in place, taking care to keep the front of my dress and petties down so Laura wouldn't see my "manhood".



"Okay, Stephie's all yours now." She said to Laura.



"Goodie!" She cried. "Now down on your hands and knees baby sissyboy!"



I cried in shameful misery as I crawled into the hall and down the stairs. The girls followed, laughing uproariously at the spectacle. "His pretty behind in all those petticoats looks like some kind of giant white flower!" I heard Sally Jo say. And they all roared with laughter even more.



As I reached the living room, I wondered what embarrassing horrors were coming next.



The girls microwaved some popcorn and sat on the couch with cans of diet soda and watched TV. I was, basically, just relegated to crawling around on the floor suc-king on my pacifier. But that was okay with me. I was glad to be pretty much left alone and have time to recover from my spankings. And for my bum to cool off. The Bactine and ointment helped that a lot.



When Amy finished her soda, she said. "I'll bet Stephie's thirsty. We should get her something to drink!"



"Babies don't drink soda Amy, but I think I saw some juice in the fridge." Sally Jo replied.



I looked up at them on the couch with wide-eyed anticipation. I was indeed very thirsty.



As Amy walked to the kitchen, I saw Sally Jo whispering something in Laura's ear.



"Yeah, I think so." Laura said to her. "In a box in the basement. I'll show you." And they headed for the cellar.



A few minutes later, I was on the couch with my head in Laura's lap and a baby bib tied around my neck, suc-king on the nipple of a baby bottle filled with juice. And "mother" Laura was fawning all over me like any mother would her dear little baby. She cooed at me. "Does my pwecious widdle girl wike her ba-ba of juice?" Well at least, this was an improvement from earlier in the evening when I was in her lap and she was holding a hair brush instead of a baby bottle.



As Amy looked on, she commented. "I just can't believe a boy would let all this be done to him."



Sally Jo grinned and giggled. "You don't even know the half of it Amy. And besides, I think he actually likes it!" And I felt so ashamed.



With my bottle done, it was back to the floor for me. I crawled for only a second or two before I met Sally Jo's feet. "C'mon, stand up." She said, as she bent to help me up like an infant. Then she reached her hand under my dress and petties and into my rhumba panties to feel my diapers.



"She's still dry. And I don't smell poopie diapers." She announced, as she directed me back down to the floor on my hand and knees.



"Little babies are supposed to wet and mess their diapers!" Laura complained. And she got up and walked to the center of the living room. "Crawl over here, my pwecious widdle baby girl." She ordered.



And I crawled to her and looked up, suc-king away on my pacifier.



"You stay right there until you wet and make poopies in your diapers!"



In another flood of tears, I looked pleadingly over to Amy and Sally Jo. "Do as mommy says!" Sally Jo said with a grin.



I hadn't pooped in almost twenty four hours and my bladder was full from juice. In truth, I did have a need to use my diapers. But I fought with mother nature, so not wanting to humiliate myself in this way in front of the girls. Especially in front of Amy.



The girls returned to the couch for more TV. But really just to watch me do my humiliating duty. They laughed as I squirmed and fidgeted and wiggled about on my hands and knees trying to keep from wetting and pooping myself.



"It's okay, my pwecious widdle baby!" Laura coaxed. "Let it all out. That's what your didees are for." And they all laughed.



Before too long, I got to the point where I just couldn't hold it any longer and I stopped my wiggling and squirming. And I lowered my head toward the floor and closed my eyes. And I heard Sally Jo say. "I think she's ready now!"



Sadly, I was. I let go of the floodgates and wet myself. And that was soon followed by a huge, stinky BM in the seat of my diapers. When I was done, I collapsed on the floor in exhaustion and humiliation.



I heard the girls cheering and clapping. But the cheering and clapping was soon replaced with moaning and groaning, as the smell of my diapers reached their noses. Sally Jo got up and pinched her nose and reached behind me and pushed against the seat of my rhumba panties. "Wow!" She exclaimed. "Fully loaded!" And that brought more laughter. "Well, we can't have Baby Stephie stinking up the place. Crawl upstairs and change yourself sissyboy." Sally Jo ordered.



"No!!!" Cried Laura. "I think he should sit in his mess for awhile. My mother made me sit in wet, poopy diapers for over an hour!"



I looked up to Sally Jo for mercy, but of course, found none. "Well, you're Baby Stephie's mommy and you're in charge of her!" Sally Jo said.



"Goodie!" Laura called out.



It was too cold for me to sit on the deck in the playpen so the girls brought it in and placed it against a wall in the living room, underneath a window. They opened the window halfway.



"Okay Little Miss Poopie Pants, crawl over and in." Sally Jo said, standing in front of the playpen.



I did so. And Laura headed upstairs to her bedroom and quickly returned holding one of her dolls. She pinched her nose as she handed it to me. "Here you go Baby Stephie. Hug your dolly!"



I sat there in front of the girls in my wet, poopy stinky diapers and cried and hugged my dolly for over an hour. Around ten o'clock, Sally Jo said. "Okay Laura, bedtime!"



"Aw, do I gotta? It's only ten and it's Saturday night!"



"Yeah, you gotta! Your mom said ten o'clock." She replied.



"What about sissyboy? Is he goin' to bed too?" Laura asked.



"Definitely! It still stinks in here. But he's gotta get cleaned up. So hurry upstairs and brush your teeth and use the potty and hit the sack so Stephie can use the bathroom to get cleaned up." She said. "I'll tuck you in and say good night when you're ready."



It was going on eleven o'clock by the time I stepped out of my bath, glad to be squeaky clean. I dried myself and wrapped the towel around me and headed across the hall for my bedroom. I looked over at Laura's door and didn't see any light from underneath it. She was asleep.



I stepped into my room and was surprised to see Amy and Sally Jo standing in front of my bed. "I gotta diaper myself." I said.



"We know." Sally Jo said. "But we're gonna do it for you Stephie."



"But I can do it myself! I always do!" I protested.



"We know you can." Sally Jo chuckled. "But we want the pleasure of watching you squirm as two girls your own age put you in diapers!"



They stepped away from the bed and Sally Jo pointed to the three Depends, stacked one atop each other, waiting for me on it. "Take off your towel and lay down on them, bum up." Sally Jo ordered.



"Please can I do it myself???"



"No arguments sissyboy!" Sally Jo scolded.



I did as she ordered and closed my eyes. And a moment later, I felt the cool spray of Bactine on my fanny again. I looked over my shoulder and saw Amy smiling down at me. And next, I felt her hands again gently rubbing the diaper rash ointment all over my bum. And that was followed by a sprinkling of baby powder. There were "perks" to my awful circ-umstances.



"Okay sweetie, turn over." Amy said to me.



And I did. And Amy gasped. "Oh my goodness!!!" She exclaimed at the sight of my "perky" pen-is.



"Like I said before Amy, I think he likes all this girlie, baby stuff." Sally Jo said with a laugh. And she added. "He's Little Miss Happy Weiner!"



Amy giggled and I turned red.



"Sally Jo, would you mind if I finished up Stephie by myself?" Amy asked, as she wrapped her hand around my "happy weiner" and gave it a little tug.



"Well you little tart! You got a thing for sissyboys!" Sally Jo giggled. "Well be my guest! But be quiet, you don't wanna wake up Laura."



"We'll be quiet. " Amy replied. Sally Jo closed the door as she left the bedroom.



Amy looked down at me and smiled again. She bent over me and put her mouth down over my very stiff "member". I figured it was going to be like Chrissy at camp. But this was better. Unlike Chrissy, Amy truly WAS a girl!



But I was surprised and disappointed really, when after just a moment, she came back up and said nothing as she reached into a pocket of her jeans. I naively watched as she pulled out a small foil packet and carefully opened it. I figured it must be some kind of hand wipe or something.



And I was surprised yet again, when she took a "balloon like" thing from the packet and started to roll it down over my very stiff weiner.



And she sensed my naivety and paused. "Oh Stephie, you're just sooo precious!" She gushed. "This is a rubber. A condom!" And she gently stroked my cheek with her free hand. "And this is your first time, isn't it???"



I just nodded "yes".



"Well, enjoy it sweetie!" She whispered, as she finished rolling the condom in place. "I know I will!"



Then she stripped down to just her bra and panties. And she was absolutely gorgeous! A real babe! And she straddled me and pulled down the front of her panties and slowly lowered herself onto my raging pen-is. And she pumped herself up and down on it, moaning softly. As my pen-is grew even larger inside her, she moaned even more. Just as I started to come, she cried "Yes! Oh God yes!!!"



A few minutes later, as she laid next to me in bed as exhausted as I was, she whispered. "You did great Stephie, I mean Stephen! Like it was nothing new to you!"



"You were great too Amy! Really great!!!" I whispered back. "And thanks!"



"It was my pleasure Stephen! Believe me!"



Amy left just after that, leaving me to finish diapering myself and getting ready for bed. Done, I climbed back into bed and turned off the light on my nightstand. And I was totally drained and exhausted. But this time, it was exhaustion from something "wonderful" that had happened to me. The memories of the horrible day and the pain from my sore fanny seemed to fade away.



Just before I drifted off to sleep, I thought about how strange life was. All the twists and turns in life and where they can lead to. I'd become a man tonight, so to speak, dressed as a little baby girl in diapers.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part25



The next day at the breakfast table before church, stepmother was "singing the praises" of the job Sally Jo and Amy had done babysitting. And Laura couldn't agree more. "They were great mom!" She raved. "I know her cousin Amy can't, but could Sally Jo babysit us again?"



"Sure, definitely!" Stepmother answered.



"Goodie!" Laura said grinning at me. "I can't wait!"



I sure could. I'd certainly welcome Amy babysitting but DEFINITELY not Sally Jo! I hoped it would be a long time before dad and stepmother went out again by themselves.



Back in school, I was pretty much ignored by Sally Jo and the other kids. And I was grateful for that. Anonymity was my salvation.



Halloween came and went without a hitch. Stepmother took me and Laura out trick or treating. Laura's costume was simple. She went as a Ninja Warrior. She took Karate lessons and had the outfit. Mine was fairly simple too. I was Dorothy from "The Wizard of Oz". I wore my blue gingham dress and petticoats and carried a basket with a stuffed dog of Laura's in it as Toto. Red Maryjanes were my "ruby slippers".



And Thanksgiving was the usual big turkey feast with just the four of us. Though stepmother insisted that I help her in all the preparations and cooking and serving. A mother/daughter bonding and learning thing for me, it seemed. Why she didn't do it with her real daughter was beyond me.



It wasn't a white Christmas, well for me at least. Mine was more of a "pink" Christmas---my presents were mostly frilly "girlie" clothes and outfits and such. But there was one "girlie" gift that I appreciated very much! It was a package of half a dozen lace trimmed panties in an assortment of pastel colors. "I think it's time to ease up on the diapers for you Stephie." Stepmother had said. "Providing you don't have any accidents, you can wear panties like a big girl instead of diapers!" And I was thrilled! Though she warned, "But you still have to wear and use diapers and plastic pants when we're out in public. You know you can't go into a Mens Room as Stephie and you know I won't let you go into a Ladies Room, since you're not really a girl."



Well, it was still a vast improvement! Though there was a downside. You see, I quickly learned how difficult it was, in a voluminous dress and petticoats, to sit down on the toilet when I needed to poop. But things seemed to be looking up a bit, as New Year's approached.



But New Year's, 2007 was a different story. Sunday, December 31st, 2006 was "a date that will live in infamy" for me.



Traditionally, we went to my Aunt Sarah's for New Year's Eve. Aunt Sarah was one of my father's two older sisters, his only siblings. She always hosted a large, festive New Year's Eve party for all of dad's side of the family; my grandmother, aunts, uncles, cousins and such. She lived twenty five, maybe thirty miles away. New Year's was one of the few times we visited with them each year. And this New Year's would be no different, except for me!



In mid afternoon, stepmother told me and Laura to go upstairs and clean up and get dressed to go to Aunt Sarah's. "I laid out your clothes for the party on your beds girls." She'd said.



When I walked into my room, I screamed in horror. "No!!! Mommy!!!" She had laid out my frilly, pink satin little girl's party dress. I'd assumed I'd be going to the party as Stephen.



I heard stepmother dash up the stairs. "What's wrong Stephie?" She asked catching her breath. "Did you fall and hurt yourself or something???" She added.



"Mommy!" I cried. "You're not gonna make me go as Stephie??? I thought I'd be going as Stephen!!!"



"Oh, is that all???" She said relieved, but rather crossly. "You scared me. I thought you'd fallen and hurt yourself or something!"



"Mommy, I gotta go as Stephen! I can't pull the Stephie routine with them!!! They'll  know right away that I'm Stephen!" I hollered in tears.



"Of course I know that!" Stepmother replied even more angrily. "But you know there's one hard and fast rule that I hold to---you're only allowed to be Stephen in school."



"But mommy!!!" I cried.



"No buts Stephie! Or you'll get a good spanking and you'll find yourself wearing diapers and plastic pants under your pretty party dress instead of your new panties!" Stepmother shouted. "And besides, a petticoated boy is nothing new to your grandmother and aunts." She scolded, referring to my father.



"But what about everyone else??? I won't go as Stephie!!!" And I stomped my feet and ran from the bedroom shouting, "I won't! I won't! I won't!!!"



About an hour later, I sat in the van on the way to Aunt Sarah's, moaning and sobbing. At least the diapers under my pink satin party dress and petticoats provided a soft cushion for my very red and sore fanny.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part26



I was the "hit" of the New Year's Eve party. But in two different and not surprising ways. There were the adults like my Grandma Crandall, who, when I curtsied in greeting her, beamed. "Oh Stephanie, you're as pretty as your father was when he was a little girl your age!" And there were my two aunts, and their husbands, my uncles, who all fawned and gushed over pretty little me. I was a bit surprised that my two uncles oogled over me. But then, they always seemed a little wimpy to my way of thinking.



And then there were the kids, my cousins, who were just totally incredulous at the sight of the prissy, frilly sissyboy in a dress and petticoats and diapers and braids and ribbons. They had a "field day" with me. At every opportunity when adults weren't looking, they did all they could do to ridicule and tease and humiliate me. All the usual stuff---lifting the back of my dress and petties up, tugging on my braids, asking me if I needed my diapers changed, making me curtsey to them and so on. And all of this, no surprise, was largely "spear headed" by Laura.



But there was one sympathetic kid, well not so much a kid---my eighteen year old cousin Abby. She came over to me at one point, holding the hand of a boy who looked to be the same age as her. "Hi Stephen, I'm sorry that you've been petticoated." She said with genuine empathy, as her friend looked on in utter amazement at me. "This is my boyfriend, Ben Dobson. Ben, this is my cousin Stephen Crandall. He's really thirteen."



I hung my head in shame and curtsied saying only "hello". And he laughed and said. "Geez! How can you let this be done to you???"



"Oh leave him alone Ben!" Abby said.



Ben obeyed and changed the subject. "So where are you from Stephen--ah--I mean Stephanie? Where do you go to school?" He asked.



Stupidly, I answered him. And to my horror, he replied. "Wow, small world. I live there too! I got a thirteen year old brother, Tim Dobson, who goes to your school. You must know him!"



In fear, I wet my diapers slightly. I didn't actually know his brother Tim, but I did know who he was. I also knew that he was a bit of a troublemaker in school. But I lied and said. "No, I don't recognize the name."



I quickly excused myself and dashed off, petticoats flying, to try to be alone. I cried knowing that this could be a potential major breach in security for me.



Mercifully, midnight finally came, with all its normal celebration and reverie. I wasn't in much of a mood for celebrating though. Now, the New Year didn't look very promising in any way for me. At 12:45AM, we headed home. As we drove, I made a New Year's resolution to talk to my father, and him only, about why I had to be "Stephie".

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part27



New Year's morning, I immediately made good on my resolution to talk to dad. Dressed for the day with panties instead of diapers underneath, I tied the ribbons in my braids and headed downstairs. I found dad seated at the kitchen table, drinking his coffee and reading the morning newspaper.



"Dad?" I asked, as I went to the fridge and poured myself a glass of orange juice. "Can we talk? Just you and me? Alone!"



"Sure Stephie! We're alone." He replied. "Laura and your stepmother just left to do some after Christmas bargain shopping. What's up sweetie?"



"THAT'S what's up!" I said smoothing my dress behind me as I sat down.



"I'm afraid you've lost me sweetheart!" Dad said.



"Stephie! Sweetie!! Sweetheart!!! That's the problem!" I exclaimed. "Why do I have to be an eight year old little girl? Why do I have to be Stephie and sweetie and sweetheart???" And I sipped my juice and added. "And when can I go back to being Stephen all the time???"



Dad raised his eyebrows and took a breath. "Well Steph, the answer's not a simple one. But if you listen carefully with an open mind, I'll explain."



"Okay." I said.



"Traditionally, at your age, all male Crandalls have been petticoated like you for a period of time. You know I was! And so was your late grandfather. Who knows, probably even your great grandfather!" And he paused to sip his coffee.



"But why???" I asked.



"Well, it's involved. But hear me out Stephie."



"Please, for this, call me Stephen!" I insisted.



"Sure Stephen, I understand." He said kindly, putting his cup down. "Spending time as a girl serves two purposes. First, it gives you a sense, a feeling, an understanding of how the other half lives. Walking in their shoes, literally!" He said with a little laugh. "And that will help you to be a better mate and lover and husband and father in the future. It definitely helped me!"



"Yeah but..."



"Just listen Stephie, I mean Stephen." Correcting himself. "Secondly, handling the embarrassment of being a boy in girl's clothes..."



"You don't know the half of it!" I cried.



"Let me finish please." And he continued. "Being a boy in girl's clothes toughens you. It strengthens you! A little like the old Johnny Cash song--A BOY NAMED SUE."



The Johnny Cash "thing" was lost on me, but I didn't pursue it and kept quiet.



"You'll be a stronger and better man down the road because of this Stephen!" Dad stressed.



"But why a prissy LITTLE girl? And in diapers too???" I pleaded.



"Well to be honest, that stems from your time at camp last summer. And your stepmother wanted to carry it on here at home." And he took a breath. "And besides, she's given you a bit of a reprieve from diapers Stephen. You have panties now!"



"Well what about my boy cousins? Do they get the same treatment as me?" I asked, as a tear ran down my cheek.



"No, your only boy cousins aren't Crandalls. They're from your late mother's side of the family." He answered.



"Lucky them!" I grumbled. Dad's whole explanation wasn't finding any agreement with me. I'd never do this to my son, I thought. "Well when can I go back to being Stephen again? And not just in school, but ALL the time?"



"Generally, Crandall boys have been petticoated for a year or so." Dad replied. "So this Fall, after summer vacation, you'll be Stephen full time again."



"Oh hell!!!" I shouted. "That means eight or nine more months of this sissy crap!" And I stormed out of the kitchen in tears.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part28



The first week back to school, after the Christmas break, was an uneventful one. Sally Jo continued to pay me little mind. I did see, a few times in passing through the halls, Tim Dobson, the brother of my cousin Abby's boyfriend. But he didn't acknowledge me in any way. We weren't acquaintances and I hoped to keep it that way.



On Wednesday of the next week, I was passing through the hall on my way to lunch. Tim Dobson was standing by the lockers talking to a couple of his buddies. As I passed by, Tim looked over to me, straight in the eyes. And a couple of steps later, I looked back over my shoulder and saw Tim whispering something in the ear of one of his friends, who I thought I heard say "No way!!!"



And on Friday, as I carried my tray from the lunch line in search of a table, I heard giggling nearby me. I looked around and saw Tim sitting among a group of girls and boys who were all looking at me and smiling and grinning.



I didn't sleep well that weekend.



The next Monday, I heard a lot of giggling and laughter almost wherever it seemed I went. And lots of smiles and grins and whispers and fingers pointing at me, as I made my way around school.



On Tuesday, a number of kids, both boys and girls, blew kisses at me as I passed them in class or the hallways.



On Wednesday, I trudged into school, bleary eyed and very overtired. I'd gotten little sleep over the past several nights. And at lunch, the "you know what" really hit the fan! As I picked away at my chicken breast with little appetite, I heard a shout from across the cafeteria. "Hey Stephen, or maybe you prefer STEPHANIE! Why don't you wear one of your pretty dresses to school for us tomorrow???"



The cafeteria exploded with laughter. And I wished I would explode, into a million pieces.



It was no surprise to me that the shout came from Tim Dobson. And the shout was soon followed by another, from a girl sitting next to him. "Want me to braid your hair for you Stephie and tie pretty ribbons in them???"



And the cafeteria exploded in even more laughter.



The final blow came when someone called out. "Hey Stephen, need a diaper change???"



I got up and covered my face to hide my tears and embarrassment and ran as fast as I could. And I truly didn't stop running until I pushed my way through the front door of my house in a frenzy.



"What on Earth!!!" My stepmother cried, as she turned off the vacuum cleaner in the living room. "What's wrong??? And why are you home so early?"



"It's all your fault!" I screamed at her. "I hate you! It's all YOUR fault!!!"

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part29

Before my stepmother could get a word out, I ran past her and stormed upstairs to my bedroom and slammed the door shut behind me. I laid on my bed, crying hysterically. About five minutes later, I heard a knock on my door. "Stephie honey, can I come in?" Stepmother called.

"No! Go away! Leave me alone!" I shouted. "And my name's Stephen, not STEPHIE!!!"

"Stephen then." And she opened the door just enough to poke her head in. "Please tell mommy what's wrong!"

"You're not MOMMY! You're STEPMOTHER!"

"Okay, please tell your stepmother what's wrong!" She said as she walked in and sat down on my bed.

"I don't want to talk about it. It's too horrible! And it's all your fault!"

"Well how can I know what I'm to blame for if you don't tell me?" She asked.

"Go away! Let me be!" I cried.

Getting up, she said. "Well when you're calmed down and ready to talk, change your clothes and please come down and tell me."

"I'm not gonna change into my sissy clothes and braid my hair!!!" I defiantly yelled.

"Okay Stephen. Stay dressed as you are. Just please come down and talk to me when you're ready." And she left me alone.

I remained in my room sobbing until well past the dinner hour, the horror of the day replaying over and over in my mind. Around 6:30, I ventured out and down the stairs. I was dying of thirst. I figured I must be dehydrated from all the tears I'd shed.

As I walked into the kitchen for a soda from the fridge, stepmother turned from the sink full of dirty dishes she was washing and dad looked up from the newspaper spread open on the table.

Dad spoke first. "You missed dinner Stephie."

"Call him Stephen." Stepmother said, looking toward dad.

"Are you hungry Stephen?" Dad asked, correcting himself.

"No." I pouted. "Just want a soda."

"Are you ready to tell us what happened at school today Stephen?" Dad asked.

"No! It's too awful! And it's all her fault!" I cried, as I pointed at stepmother.

"C'mon Stephen. " Dad coaxed. "If you don't tell us, we can't help you!"

"No one can help me!" And I burst into more tears.

Dad got up and put his arm around my shoulders and gently maneuvered me into a seat at the table. He sat down next to me and stepmother sat across from me.

"Whatever happened Stephen, I'm sorry." Stepmother said. "Now please tell us."

It took a minute or so to gather up the strength to explain, but they waited patiently.

In tears, I finally began. "I've been outted! And it's all her fault!" I said looking at stepmother.

"What do you mean by OUTTED Stephen? And how's it your stepmother's fault?" Dad asked.

"Everybody at school knows about my pathetic, secret until now, sissy life as Stephie!!!" I grumbled and looked at stepmother. "And it's all because of her!"

They both gasped in genuine horror. Dumbstruck, they kept silent and I continued on. "You made me, stepmother, go to the New Year's Eve party at Aunt Sarah's house as Stephie. You insisted on it. It was your rule. And not to be broken!"

Stepmother started to tear up as I went on. "Well when cousin Abby introduced me to her boyfriend, Ben Dobson, he found out where I live and go to school. Turns out, he and his family live here in town and his younger brother, Tim, goes to my school!"

"Oh dear!" Exclaimed stepmother, wiping her tears with a tissue.

And I took a deep breath and a sip of soda and grumbled on. "For the past week, everyone at school has been teasing me and looking at me and laughing and saying awful things about me being Stephanie.!" And I buried my red, tear stained face into my hands. "Abby's boyfriend told his younger brother Tim about me. And now Tim is spreading the word all around school! Everybody knows I'm a sissyboy in dresses and diapers and braids and ribbons when I'm not in school!"

"What kind of things are they saying?" Dad asked.

I explained the gruesome details to them, especially what happened in the cafeteria that afternoon. And even dad had a tear in his eye.

I concluded saying, "I doomed!!! I can't, and I won't, ever show my face in that school again! Or for that matter, in the neighborhood!"

"I'm so very sorry Stephen!!!" Stepmother cried. "We'll take care of it! We'll make it right!" She promised, as she looked toward dad.

"Too late for that!" I growled. "I'm dead meat!"

Dad and stepmother allowed me to stay home from school on Thursday and Friday. And no "petticoating" rules were enforced thankfully.

On Friday morning, I overheard a small bit of stepmother talking on the phone with Dr. Lytle, the principal of my school. "I'm afraid Stephen's been a bit under the weather Dr. Lytle." That was the only part of their conversation that I heard. Whatever else they talked about, I don't know.

I laid low, greatly depressed, all of Thursday through Sunday. I didn't dare to venture outside of the safety of the house. At least though, I was Stephen and not Stephie. There were times however, when I looked out the window and saw kids from school and the neighborhood walking by and stopping and staring at the house. Certainly curiousity seekers trying to catch a glimpse of sissyboy Stephie.