Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp) by sissycaroline

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part 30



I spent the better part of an hour Sunday night begging and pleading, almost on my knees, with dad and stepmother to not make me go back to school on Monday. But it was all to no avail. They said I had to go back sooner or later, so Monday was it.



"I talked to your principal, Dr. Lytle, on Friday Stephen about what's been happening to you at school." She told me to try to console. "He assured me that he'd make every effort to stop it."



But what she didn't tell me was that she hadn't told him the truth about me. She told him, to save face and probably with child abuse charges in the back of her mind, that I was Stephie by my own choosing.



Dad's best effort in the consolation department was, "I'll drive you to school tomorrow morning Stephen on my way to work. And don't worry, it'll all blow over before long!" God, there was no way of that happening, I thought.



The next five days were total, unmitigated torture for me. Dr. Lytle had little effect in controlling the situation. I was constantly bombarded with ridicule and teasing and taunting.



"Why aren't you wearing a pretty dress and petticoats sweetie?" and "What's the matter sissyboy, need a diaper change?" and "How about pigtails and ribbons tomorrow Stephie?" and  "Wrong door Stephen, the girls lavatory's over there!" and "Why so glum Stephen? Is it that time of the month for you?" and "Wanna borrow my lipstick Stephen?" And tons more sissy crap like that.



And a few times, I even found a small bouquet of flowers waiting for me on the floor in front of my locker. Worse still, a box of tampons one time. And at lunch, the kids would blow kisses at me and give me "wolf whistles" as they teased me.



It got so bad that at one point, Sally Jo Reynolds approached me and she had a genuinely sympathetic look on her face. "I didn't say anything Stephen. Honest! I didn't let your secret out." She said.



"I know." Was all I replied.



At home, the "Stephie rule" continued to be lifted. I ate and slept very little each night. I did little homework. Didn't say much. Didn't even care to watch TV. I just stayed in my room each night and sulked. I was a basket case!



When the weekend finally came, I carried on in the same way, despite my father and stepmother's best efforts to cheer me up and bolster my spirits. Even Laura made an effort to be kind to me.



On Sunday night, I again pleaded, even on my knees this time, to not be sent back to school. "It's killing me!" I cried.



But as before, it was to no avail. The only solution stepmother again had to offer was. "I'll call Dr. Lytle first thing tomorrow morning."



"That won't do any good!" I cried.



And of course, it didn't! Monday was pure hell again! And it was later that evening, as I sulked in my room, that I began to devise a very daring, drastic, desperate, demeaning, and probably dumb plan to get out of going to school.

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Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part31



I would need to implement my plan on Thursday morning, when I knew stepmother would be out of the house. She always played Bridge with a bunch of her lady friends on Thursday mornings. And I knew that last week's game was played at our house, so this Thursday's game would be somewhere else. No one would be home.



Tuesday and Wednesday was a continuation of all the hellish humiliation. No surprise there. Things weren't blowing over at all. Just the opposite, things seemed to be picking up steam. All the more reason, I thought, to put my drastic and desperate plan into effect. Wednesday evening, alone in my room, I finalized the details of my bold plan in my mind.



On Thursday morning, I got up and got dressed like normal for school and headed out. But instead of walking to school, I went to a nearby Mc Donald's for a hot chocolate and Egg McMuffin. I wasn't really hungry, I was just buying time for stepmother to get out of the house.



It was 9:30 when I returned back home. Stepmother's van wasn't in the driveway. I unlocked the front door, hung up my coat, and headed straight upstairs to my bedroom.



I stripped to my birthday suit and diapered myself in three Depends and covered them with the frilliest, pink and white lace trimmed diaper rhumba panties I owned. A training bra was next, followed by pink and white lace trimmed anklets. I inspected my arms and legs. They were still baby smooth and hairless from the depilatory stepmother had used on them just before the New Year's Eve party. Two of my poufiest and fullest petticoats were next, followed by the ultimate in frilly, little girl finery; my pink satin party dress.



With my pink, patent leather Maryjanes on my feet, I went to the mirror to do my braids. I meticulously fussed with them, wanting them to be perfect. My braids were long, probably a good four to five inches longer than when I had first worn braids at camp. I decided that braid loops would be even more outrageously "sissy" and "girlie". With pink barrettes and large pink bows tied in my braid loops, I was ready for some light makeup and pink lipstick. That done, the necklace and earrings stepmother had given me for my birthday were next. Then I spritzed perfume behind my ears and on my wrists and sat on my bed to painted my fingernails in candy pink nail polish.



I stood in front of the full length mirror and examined myself head to toe and front and back. With an adjustment to my sash bow in the back, I said out loud. "Perfect!"



I looked at the clock on my nightstand. 10:45, time to be on my way I thought. I went to the closet and got my little girl's Macintosh coat and put it on. It reached to just below the hem of my dress and petticoats. I grabbed the litte pink purse that went with my party dress and went downstairs to the front door and stepped outside, locking the door behind me. The weather was pretty mild for a winter's day. The high thirties, low forties maybe. But no snow or rain. My bare legs were a little chilly. Tights might have been appropriate , I thought. But the walk ahead of me wasn't a real long one.



I headed down the sidewalk to put my plan in gear. As I walked along, I thought. This is crazy! Absolutely crazy! But, unfortunately, absolutely necessary! A last resort.



I knew that what I was about to do would be extremely humiliating and embarrassing for me. But then, sissy humiliation and embarrassment was nothing new to me certainly. And I was a lot more "thick skinned" now than when my petticoating first began last summer at camp.



I gulped and took a very breath as I reached the end of my walk.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part32



"I can do this. I got nothin' to lose and a lot to gain." I said out loud to myself, as I slipped into school through the custodial area in the back. I wanted to avoid the front and the main office, at least for awhile.



The hallways were quiet and vacant. Classes were going on and the first lunch period, which was mine, was in session. My locker wasn't far and I reached it and hung up my Macintosh coat without encountering a soul.



And I sashayed my way to the cafeteria. The din of the place came to a screaching halt when I pranced inside. The only sounds heard were gasps of utter disbelief. I looked around and found an empty table and headed for it. And the silence was almost surreal.



As I smoothed my dress and petticoats behind me and sat down in a big "pouf", the silence ended. I don't need to describe all the taunting and teasing. But it was even more intense than before in school. Let's just say it was, not unexpectedly, extreme!!! But I just sat there and took it and smiled and even blew kisses at the jeering crowd.



And after a minute or so of this, I grit my teeth and stood up and said softly to myself, "I got nothin' to lose and a lot to gain." And I stepped up onto my chair, with my back to the crowd, and I bent over and flipped the back of my dress and petticoats up and wiggled my frilly fanny at them. And, though it was totally by accident and unplanned, I wet my diapers.



Seconds later, I felt the hands of two teachers on me pulling me down from the chair. And a couple of minutes later, I found myself sitting in Dr. Lytle's office in wet diapers.



"What on earth were you thinking Stephen???" He shouted at me. "I can't even begin to fathom why you would do such an embarrassing thing to yourself! I mean, I know you like dressing up and all, but this is outrageous!!!"



"I just felt like it!" I replied in a coc-ky manner, as I played with one of my braid loops. And it was then that I realized that stepmother must have lied to him about me being "Stephie". He thought I wanted to be Stephie. "My parents make me dress like this!" I shouted.



"Yeah, I'm sure Stephen." He replied, in obvious disbelief and disgust. "Well, I'm going to call your parents to come get you. And I'm going to have to suspend you from school for two weeks for all the commotion you've caused!"



"Suspend!!!" I cried. The goal of my plan was to be totally booted out. "You're not gonna expel me???"



"No Stephen, that's not necessary." He said, thinking he was consoling me. "Besides, that would require a formal hearing. Now wait outside in the main office until someone comes to get you."



I got up and headed for the door. And Dr. Lytle, noticing a puddle in the seat of my chair, called "My God Stephen, you wet yourself!"



I turned and saw the puddle. And Dr. Lytle exclaimed. "You're the little girl I met in Walgreens last Fall with your mother!"



I just grinned and gave him a deep curtsey.



As I waited to be picked up, I was angry that I was only suspended for two weeks and not expelled for the rest of the year. That had been my goal. But at least, I'd have a two week reprieve from the humiliations of school. Maybe I could use the time to figure out some other way of getting kicked out totally, I thought.



But the whole episode became more worthwhile when stepmother came to pick me up. The look of horror and absolute embarrassment on her face, over what I'd done, was priceless!!! She squirmed in humiliation and couldn't bear to look into the faces of the secretaries and Dr. Lytle. She just kept her red face buried in her handkerchief and cried.



"Turn about is fair play." I muttered to myself as we left school. And stepmother was in such a state of shock that she didn't say a single word to me as we drove home. She just cried in shame.



In the living room at home, stepmother threw her purse on the couch in anger and stuck her face in mine and shouted. "Get out of my sight!!! Go to your room! And I don't want to see your face down here until I say so!"

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part33



I spent the remainder of the afternoon and evening alone in my room. Even supper, in the form of a dinner tray, was left outside my door. Around ten o'clock, came a knock on my door followed by dad's head peaking inside. "Can I come in Stephen?"



"I suppose." I replied.



He stood in front of me as I sat up on my bed. "What in the hell were you thinking Stephen? What possessed you to do such an incredibly embarrassing and stupid thing?"



I took a deep breath and looked him straight in the eyes and said simply. "I had to. It was the only way." And I sighed and said again. "I had to dad!"



He just stood there silently for what seemed like an eternity, deep in thought, pondering what I had just said. And he finally replied. "Well, your stepmother is still way too upset over what you did to talk to you about it." And he walked to the door and turned back. "I'm going to stay home from work tomorrow so your stepmother and I can discuss the situation in depth and figure out what measures need to be taken with you. When we've done that, we'll tell you."



And the matter was left at that for the night.



The next morning, I got up and dressed normally, and in the truest sense of the word, as "Stephen".



"Stephen!" I heard dad call from the bottom of the stairs. "Come down and have your breakfast!"



Laura was in school by now, so just the three of us sat at the kitchen table, in dead silence, eating the scrambled eggs stepmother had made. And her face was quite red and swollen from crying. When I finished my eggs, dad said. "Go back to your room Stephen. Your stepmother and I need to talk about yesterday by ourselves."



I got up and put my plate and things in the sink. And they did the same. I headed upstairs for my room and they headed for the living room to talk.



I opened my bedroom door but didn't go in. I waited a moment and then closed it, fairly loudly, so that the sound might be heard. I tiptoed to the top of the steps and quietly sat down to listen to their conversation.



"I'm just beside myself Steve!" Stepmother exclaimed. "I can't, for the life of me, even begin to imagine why he would do such a thing!!!"



"Can't you Joan???" Dad asked.



"No I can't!" Stepmother cried. "Why? Did he tell you why he did it?"



"Not in so many words. He didn't need to Joan! What he did was an act of total desperation on his part!" And I smiled. I'd had the feeling that dad had understood me last night. "I'm sure Stephen did it so he'd be suspended or even expelled from school and get out of the misery and shame he faces there each day."



"Oh, c'mon Steve!" Stepmother said.



"C'mon nothin' Joan! I'm sure I'm right! Don't forget, I know what it's like to be petticoated!!!"



"Yeah, but what he did was so outrageous, so awful!" Stepmother countered.



"Hell Joan, instead of going to school as a little girl armed with a purse, he could have gone to school as himself armed with something a lot worse!"



"Well now you're exaggerating Steve!"



"Yeah, but still, I'm right about why he did it!" And dad paused a moment. "And for his sake, and our's too, we can't send him back there. We've got to find another school for him and I think I might have a solution."



"Oh thank God!" I sighed in relief, not realizing that I'd said it out loud.



"Stephen!" Dad shouted. "You're listening up there, aren't you?"



"Yes dad." I called. "I'm sorry!"



"Well get back in your room and stay there! Your stepmother and I will talk with you when we're good and ready!" He yelled.



I laid on my bed feeling hopeful for the first time in a long, long time. My plan to get out of my school for good had actually succeeded, though in a different way than I had figured it would.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part34



I heard nothing regarding the status of the future and schooling for me for the rest of Friday. The only thing I heard was dad talking a lot on the phone. And mostly to, it sounded, his mother; my Grandma Crandall.



On Saturday morning, I was admonished by stepmother to return to being Stephie again. My reprieve from dresses and diapers and braids and ribbons had been short lived.



At dinner Saturday evening, dad said. "After supper Stephie, your stepmother and I will talk to you about the plans we've made for your schooling for the remainder of the school year."



"I hope he'll be wearing pretty dresses to school!" Laura chuckled.



I just made a face at her and dad scolded. "Mind your own business Laura!"



With dinner done, I sat down in a "pouf" on the couch in the living room. Dad and stepmother sat in chairs across from me. Laura was told to play in her bedroom.



Dad began. "I've made arrangements, with your Grandma Crandall, for you to live with her and go to school for the rest of the school year in Johnsonville."



Grandma Crandall lived alone, in the house that dad had grown up in, in Johnsonville which was upstate, a little less than two hours away. Camp Sissy Curls was actually fairly nearby Johnsonville, just two exits before it on the interstate.



"You know your Grandma Crandall," Dad continued, "is a long time, very active parishioner at Sacred Heart Catholic Church and the sisters there run a K-8  school called Sacred Heart Academy. She's made arrangements with Sister Veronica, the principal, for you to finish eighth grade there."



"But what about next Fall when I go into high school?" I interrupted.



"Don't worry about that now Stephie. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."



"Yeah but..."



"No buts, just listen Stephie." Dad cut me off. "You'll get a fresh start there. No one in town or in the school will know about you---Stephanie or Stephen! That'll be great for you. A clean slate!"



"But what about..."



"Your father told you to just listen Stephie!" Stepmother interjected crossly.



Dad continued. "Now you should understand Stephie that your petticoating will continue at Grandma's. That doesn't end until next Fall."



I groaned, though not surprised, as dad went on. "Your grandma's a big proponent of petticoating boys. I know that from my own experience, of course."



"Yeah, but will I get to be Stephen in school?" I very quickly stuck in.



"Well, and you're probably not going to like the sound of this, but no! You'll be Stephanie one hundred percent of the time."



"But dad, why???" I cried.



"Two reasons Stephie." Dad explained, as I started to sob. "First, Sacred Heart Academy is strictly a girls' Catholic school. No boys! And secondly, it's in your best interests for you to be Stephanie all the time in Johnsonville. No ambiguity about Stephanie and Stephen."



"Aw, c'mon!" I pleaded.



"No Stephie." Dad continued. "This way, there will be no one wondering if Stephanie and Stephen might be one in the same. You'll have only one identity to keep up! No Stephanie/Stephen problems like here at home."



"But will I have to wear dia..."



Dad, again, quickly cut me off by looking at stepmother. "You know Joan, Sister Veronica was my teacher, a novice, when I was a girl like him at Sacred Heart. And all these years later, she's still there and now she's the principal!"



Then dad directed his attention back to me. "Sister Veronica, the principal, will be absolutely the only one who knows you're Stephen. Not even the teachers will know." And he paused. "Well, except for your grandma, of course!"



"It's a sound plan Stephie." Stepmother spoke up. "And it's the only solution. You should be grateful to your father and grandmother!"



I didn't feel particularly grateful, but I guessed it was better than school here at home.



"We'll pack up all your things tomorrow and on Monday, I'll take you to Grandma Crandall's." Stepmother said, and added. "And on Wednesday, you'll start classes ar Sacred Heart."

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Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part35



Sunday morning, not surprisingly, we didn't go to church. Dad and stepmother especially, would be just as embarrassed there as I'd be showing up as either Stephie or Stephen. Most of the congregation would certainly know by now about Stephen being Stephanie.



Instead, I spent the morning and most of the afternoon with stepmother packing all my clothes for Grandma's. Well, all my clothes except for the few boy's clothes I had.



Monday morning, stepmother insisted on supervising me getting dressed for Grandma's. "Your grandmother will expect you to be very prim and proper and prissy Stephie." She said.



I complained when stepmother set out three Depends and one of the gaudiest pairs of sissy rhumba panties I owned for me to put on. "Do I gotta?" I begged.



"You know Stephie always wears diapers!" She replied.



"Will I have to at Grandma's?" I asked.



"I don't know, that's up to her!"



With me decked out in a very prim and proper and prissy outfit, stepmother said. "I'll do your braid loops and ribbons Steph. Want them to be perfect!"



"Can't I have something more my age like a ponytail or something?" I asked.



"Nope! You're going like normal for Stephie." Stepmother said. "Maybe your grandmother will let you have a different hair style. Maybe even clothes more appropriate for a thirteen year old girl. But that's up to her!"



Just after lunch at 12:30, stepmother and I packed my bags into the van and headed for the interstate. We didn't talk much the whole trip. That was fine with me. I could tell stepmother was still very angry over the humiliation I'd caused her by what I did at school. And that was fine with me too. Very fine!



A little over an hour into the ride, I cringed a bit as we passed the exit that led to Camp Sissy Curls. And I shuddered even more when I saw the Mall near the exit that had been the source of much embarrassment for me last summer. Johnsonville's exit would be coming up before too long.



As stepmother paid the toll at the exit for Johnsonville, I actually gave a little sigh of relief. A new, fresh start for me I thought, despite having to be "Stephie" 24/7 now.



"Hi!!! We're here!!!" Stepmother chimed, as she gave a little knock on Grandma's door and pushed it open for us to enter.



"Welcome, welcome, welcome!" Grandma bubbled. "I've been eagerly waiting for you two!"



Stepmother and Grandmother exchanged hugs and then Grandmother looked at me and fondled my braid loops. "So much like your father when he was a girl your age!" She said, just as she had said at the New Year's Eve party.



"Oh, we're going to have so much fun together Stephie!!!" She gushed, as she adjusted my dress over my petticoats. "So much fun!" She repeated, with a twinkle in her eye.



And I felt a TINKLE in my diapers. The long ride and the bottle of water during the trip were taking its toll on me.



Stepmother stayed only long enough for a brief chat and a cup of tea with Grandmother and she was off for back home. And with more than a tinkle in my diapers by now, Grandmother led me upstairs, helping to carry my bags to the bedroom that would be mine.



As she opened the door, she exclaimed. "This was your father's bedroom when he was Stephie, like you!"



I gasped and groaned in shock and wet myself even more when we entered the room. It was the frilliest and sissiest girl's bedroom imaginable. The decor was all pink and white ruffles and lace and such. Even a heavily, pink ruffled canopy bed. Prettily dressed dolls were everywhere. It reeked of "girlishness"!



Sensing my dismay, Grandma said. "Aw, don't be such a sourpuss Stephie. It's a perfect room for a sweet young girl like you!" And she glanced down at my legs and saw what I was starting to feel. Pee was beginning to trickle down them.



"I think you've had a little accident honey!" She said sweetly. "Let me help you off with your pretty dress and petticoats and things before they get wet." And she added. "Good thing you're in diapers!"



I sobbed as Grandma helped me down to just my diapers and rhumba panties.



"I can take it from here Grandma." I sniffled.



"I know you can sweetheart. And it's okay. Your dad had problems like that too!" She soothed and she pointed to the door of the adjoining bathroom to my new bedroom.



"Why don't you go in and take a nice bath and freshen up?" She said. "I'll fish out fresh diapers and rhumba panties from your bags and leave them on your bed for you."



She walked over to my bags on the floor and turned back around. "But you can wear your same pretty outfit honeybunch. It's fine. Nothing's wet!" And she gave me a broad, loving smile. "There's bubble bath and a shower cap in there to protect your pretty braids."



I headed for the bathroom and heard her say over my shoulder. "We're going to have such fun Stephie! Come back downstairs when you're done sweetheart."



"Yes Grandmother." I called back, trying not to wonder too hard about what her idea of fun might be.



Author's note: Please indulge my bragging, but with Barry Bonds' and A-Rod's milestone homers of yesterday fresh in my mind, I cannot resist. It just dawned on me that the next installment of my "Stephie" and "Camp Sissy Curls" saga will be the 100th part for me in the series. I really don't mean it as a boast. It just strikes me as a silly coincidence. You'll understand if you follow baseball like me, especially the Yankees! Hey, sissyboys can like baseball too!!! Anyone else out there like it??? There is more to life than pretty dresses and petticoats and diapers.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part36

Before too long, I made my way back downstairs, all clean and freshened up. Grandma told me to sit on the sofa in the living room so we could talk. "We need to discuss and go over some ground rules for your stay with me Stephie." She said kindly.

I smoothed my dress and petticoats behind me and sat down very demurely. "You manage your dress and petticoats quite well Stephanie!" Grandma complimented.

"Thank you Grandmother." I replied with a sweet smile, as I played with one of my braid loops. I wanted to get off on the right foot with her.

She smiled back. "We need to talk about your life as Stephie here at home and out in public and, of course, at school."

"Yes Grandmother." I said, pressing the front of my dress and petties down as I rested my hands on my knees. And I girlishly tilted my legs at an angle for added effect.

Grandma smiled even more! "Let's talk about school first. Wednesday will be your first day at Sacred Heart Academy. School uniforms are mandatory for all the girls. Tomorrow, I'll take you to Mc Bride's Clothing. It's a children's clothing store that carries all the school uniforms for the local parochial and private schools. I got your dad's school uniform there when he went to Sacred Heart. It's in a Mall not far from here."

The thought of me wearing a Catholic schoolgirl's uniform wasn't a pleasant one, but it wasn't horrible either. I'd certainly been decked out in worse! I just hoped it wasn't the "Mall from Hell" near Camp Sissy Curls.

"The principal, Sister Veronica, will require you to wear diapers under your school uniform at all times in school."

"Aw Grandma!" I groaned.

"You may look like a girl and act like a girl Stephie, but of course, you're really not! And boys have no business being in a girl's lavatory! And besides, wearing diapers under your clothing is nothing new to you."

"Do I have to wear diapers outside of school?" I pleaded.

"Well, that's a good question." She replied. "Here's how I see it. And I think you'll like this."

"Really Grandma?" I asked.

"Just listen sweetheart." She scolded, thought not crossly. "Here at home and outside in the yard and the neighborhood, you don't need to wear diapers and you can use the toilets here. Just be sure to sit like a girl when you pee."

"I will Grandma. Thank you!" I beamed.

Grandmother continued. "Stephanie Crandall, my granddaughter, is a thirteen year old girl. A young lady! And I'll allow you to dress in more age appropriate clothes, though skirts and dresses only. No pants or trousers!"

I was beginning to like the sound of most of this. "Yes Grandma, I understand. Thank you!"

"But out in public, away from home, like at school and shopping and going out to dinner and such, you can't use public restrooms." She said. "You can't go into a Mens Room and you have no business being in a Ladies Room. So you'll need to be diapered."

I groaned, though not greatly. "I know that Grandma."

"Also," and she smiled wistfully in thought, "occasionally when we go out in public, I may want you to be dressed like you are now. A precious, pretty little eight year old girl in a pretty dress and petticoats and braids and ribbons. All sugar and spice and everything nice!"

I could live with all this, I thought. It was better than being back home and at my old school. And to show my gratitude (and gain points with her), I stood up and curtsied to her and gave her a hug.

"Thank you ever so much Grandma!"

"You're welcome honeybunch. But all this hinges on you behaving and obeying me and acting like a proper young lady at all times." She warned.

I curtsied again and gave her a broad smile. "Yes Grandma, I will."