Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp) by sissycaroline

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Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part37



My first evening/night at Grandma's was a quiet and pleasant one. She made pot roast for dinner, which was a favorite of mine. I helped her with the dishes and then we went upstairs to my bedroom and unpacked my bags into my closet and dresser drawers. We spent the remainder of the evening in the living room chatting and watching TV. I'd never had the opportunity to really talk to my grandmother alone. And I discovered that she was actually a pretty cool lady. Though she was sixty seven, she seemed to have the spirit of a much younger woman.



At eleven o'clock, she declared. "Okay Steph. Time for you to bathe and hit the hay. You can sleep in tomorrow, but not past ten. We have to go shopping for your school uniform."



"Yes Grandmother." I said and I got up from the sofa and gave her one final curtsey and walked to her chair and bent down and hugged her. And as she kissed me on the cheek, I felt her hands pushing gently on the fullness of my dress which I was still adorned in.



"So sweet!" She gushed. "Sugar and spice!"



Upstairs, I changed into a simple, pink nitey and panties. No diapers and plastic pants thankfully. I took a quick bubble bath and brushed my teeth and plopped myself down on my pink, ruffled canopy bed to undo my ribbons and braids. I laughed a little as I looked around the room more closely. It truly was a sissy little girl's dream come true! But not for this sissy, I thought. But I could live with it. And I wondered if dad had felt like me when this was his room all those many years ago. Or could he have possibly liked it???



At 10AM on the dot, I was awakened from my very sound sleep by a knock on my door and a gentle call from grandmother. "Wake up sleepy head! Gotta go shopping. C'mon down for breakfast and then you can get dressed."



At breakfast, Grandma said. "Why don't you get dressed a little more simply today Stephanie. More like a thirteen year old than an eight year old. You don't have a lot in the way of older girl's clothes, but I did see a few things when we unpacked you last night."



"Sure Grandma!" I quickly agreed.



"Well, finish your pancakes and juice. And if you'll wash up the breakfast dishes, I'll go to your bedroom and see if I can't find some clothes more suitable for a thirteen year old young lady. Okay sweetheart?"



"Well, I suppose but..."



"Don't worry Stephie." She interrupted, having read my mind. "Nothing frilly. And you won't have to get dressed in front of me."



"Okay then. Thanks." I sighed in relief.



As I wiped the last dish dry, Grandma returned. And I walked for my bedroom and Grandma said. "Don't do anything with your makeup and hair. We'll do that together Steph."



Upstairs, Grandma had laid out my clothes on the bed. The first thing to catch my eye was three Depends and a pair of simple, plain white vinyl diaper pants. I groaned, having forgotten that I needed them when out in public where I couldn't use the restrooms.



With my Depends and diaper pants in place, I pulled up the long, navy blue knee socks that matched the knee length, navy blue pleated skirt that waited for me on the bed. A bra with slightly padded inserts in the cups was next. With that done, I stepped into the pleated skirt and pulled it up and zipped and buttoned it. I poked my head and arms into the simple, cream colored V-neck sweater and pulled it down over me. With black leather Maryjanes on my feet, I walked to the full length mirror and gasped at my reflection.



I wasn't particularly thrilled with the budding little "Twin Peaks" poking out the front of my sweater. But they were, I supposed afterall, age appropriate for a young, teenage girl like me.



But what really abhored me was the very obvious bulge of my diapers underneath my skirt. No billowing petticoats to conceal it.



As I started to push on the bulk of my diapers in an effort to lessen it, I heard Grandmother knock on the door. "Can I come in?"



"Yeah." Was all I called in dismay.



"Oh my!" Grandma said, as she saw my bulging skirt and the forlorn look on my face. "I'd forgotten that would happen! Your dad had the same problem when he wore a pleated skirt over his diapers. But not to worry, I have just the solution!" She exclaimed. "I know right where it is. I'll be back in a minute." And she rushed off to her bedroom across the hall.



And in less than a minute, she returned holding a hanger. She removed the black plastic bag that covered what hung on it and said. "This was your father's. He wore it under his pleated skirts when he had the same bulging problem."



It was a short, simple, not very full, soft white petticoat. And it looked to be in perfect condition.



"But Grandma, I have lots of petticoats of my own." I said.



"Yeah, but they're all too long and too full." She replied. "This one's just right. Just enough material to hide the bulge without being too outrageously poufie. And it's almost like new. It hid your father's diaper bulge just great!"



"But girls don't wear a petticoat under a pleated skirt like mine!" I argued.



"Oh, it will be hardly noticeable. And bettter than noticeable diapers." She countered. "And besides, it'll give you a bit of a "Goth" look!"



"You know about the Goth look?" I asked in surprise.



"Yeah, I do Stephie. There's a lot about me that you'd be surprised to know."



And she handed the hanger to me. "Now c'mon." And she giggled. "Like father, like son!"



I immediately scowled at her. And she immediately replied. "I'm sorry Stephanie. That was a very inappropriate thing for me to say. Please forgive me!"



"Oh, it's okay Grandma." I genuinely said back to her.



"Okay then, try it on." And she turned her back to me so I could pull it up under my skirt.



When it was in place, I said. "Okay Grandma."



She turned around and fiddled with it a bit and pronounced. "There! See Steph? Perfect!"



She was actually right. It worked like a charm. And not outrageously.



"Goth, you say?" I said looking at her with a little grin.



She grinned back. "Yup Stephie, Goth! Now let's do your hair and makeup and be on our way."



She applied just a little makeup. Only enough to be appropriate for a young teenaged girl. The pink lip gloss matched my fingernail polish. Small hooped gold earrings and a matching gold necklace followed. I expected the braiding process to begin next. But instead, Grandmother said. "How about a hairdo more befitting a pretty teenager like you?"



"Sure!!!" I gladly replied.



She brushed my long brown hair for several minutes until it was smooth and tangle free and shiny. Then she pulled it up in the back in a long, luxurious perky ponytail and secured it in place with an elastic band. And she covered that with a pink scrunchie.



I looked in the mirror and I didn't see a pretty, little eight year old girl. I saw a cute teenaged girl instead!



"Thank you Grandma!" I said beaming at her in the mirror.



"My pleasure sweetheart. You're a knockout Steph!"



I smiled. It was the first time, since my girlish Hell began all those many months before, that I actually felt okay about being a girl. Not great! Not even good! But okay. And I even felt fairly comfortable, well except for my diapers.



"C'mon Stephie. Let's head for the Mall." Grandma said, as she handed me my black leather purse.



As we drove to the Mall, I became aware of one other uncomfortable thing---my petticoat. The petticoat, in and of itself, was fine. But the idea of it made me uncomfortable. I mean, I was a boy wearing my father's hand-me-down petticoat under my skirt to mask a diaper bulge. It was downright bizarre! Perverse even! But then, my whole life was bizarre and perverse now! Talk about "following in your father's footsteps"! Hell, I was "walking in my father's petticoat"! But the petticoat did nicely and simply solve the diaper bulge problem.



I had one more uncomfortable feeling when we reached our destination. Of course, the Mall was the one from this past summer at Camp Sissy Curls. Hell, I thought as we parked, it's just a Mall, like any other. Except for all the humiliation and embarrassment I suffered at it! I wasn't thrilled as we walked inside. But I was confident that my experience at the Mall now would be a lot better than my experiences last summer.

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Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part38



We had entered the Mall at the Food Court and Grandma immediately made a suggestion. "I want to talk to you about something Steph, before we go to Mc Bride's for your school uniform. Let's grab something to drink and sit down for a few minutes and I'll tell you."



"Is there a problem?" I asked. "Did I do something wrong?"



"No, not at all sweetheart." She said. "Nothing's wrong. I just want to suggest something to you."



A few minutes later, we sat down at a vacant table and I suc-ked on the straw of my Pepsi and Grandma stirred the creamer in her coffee. "Stephie, I suggest that our first stop should be at Victoria's Secret here in the Mall."



"Victoria's Secret???" I said with great surprise.



"Yup!" She said. "I think we should try to buy you a waist cincher and we can probably find one there."



"A waist cincher!!! What's that?"



"Well, it's kind of like a mini corset." Grandma replied.



I was totally lost. "What's a corset?"



"You'll see honey, if you take my recommendation and check one out."



"What's it for?" I asked.



"It's to help you look more like a real girl your age." She explained. "You see, young teenaged girls are usually well into the stage in their lives when they're beginning to blossom. They're starting to mature physically. Their breasts are starting to develop. Hence, the modest padding I put in your bra. Their hips and behind start to round out. Their figures begin to take on what's called an hourglass shape." And she mimicked the shape with her hands. "Do you know what I mean Steph?"



"Yeah, they're starting to become real Babes!" I replied.



"Precisely sweetie!" She said with a laugh. "Now your budding boobies are taken care of with your padded bra and when you're in diapers, the well rounded hips and behind are certainly there. Now you just need something to take in your waist a little to create the hourglass shape. And that's what a waist cincher will do."



"I don't know if I want one Grandma." I said in doubt.



"When you're eight year old Stephie, a girlish figure doesn't matter. Little girls and little boys have basically the same straight, flat figures. But a girlish figure does matter for thirteen year old Stephie!"



I stood up and placed my hands on my hips. "But Grandma, you can see. I'm not fat. My waist seems to look alright."



"True Steph, but that's because you're wearing a loose, bulky, and untucked sweater. If you were wearing a tucked in blouse or tight fitting top, you'd see what I mean. And I think you'll see what I mean when you try on your school blouse and uniform. But it's up to you Stephie. It's your choice. I truly won't force it on you."



Well, it was tight and c-umbersome and uncomfortable, but forty-five minutes later I stepped out of Victoria's Secret wearing a waist cincher underneath my clothes.



"You'll see better what I mean when you try on your school uniform Steph." Grandma said as we started for Mc Bride's. "You'll be a real Babe! Trust me."



"I trust you Grandma." I said, as I slipped my hand into hers.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part39



As we walked along, I was thrilled that absolutely no one took any real notice of me. I was just a normal teenage girl walking along with her grandmother. And nobody knew I was wearing diapers.



When we entered Mc Bride's, we were immediately greeted by a middle aged saleslady. "Hello ladies! Can I help you?" She asked.



"Yes please." Grandma replied. "My granddaughter here will start attending school at Sacred Heart Academy in Johnsonville tomorrow. I know this is the place to get the correct school uniform she'll need."



"Oh, Sacred Heart is a wonderful girl's school. And this is definitely the place to get the right uniform." And the saleslady looked at me. "You'll enjoy it there! Please follow me ladies."



As we headed for the school uniform section of the store, the saleslady said to Grandma. "I'm guessing she's a size 12. We'll start there."



In front of a long rack of identical Sacred Heart uniforms in various sizes, she pulled out a size 12 and hung it back on the rack facing out for us to see.



"This is the Sacred Heart uniform. Very smart looking, don't you think?" She said.



It was a red plaid, tartan jumper. The skirt of the jumper was a knee length, pleated kilt. The bib straps crisscrossed down the back to the waist of the skirt.



"It even has the school crest on it!" The saleslady said, pointing at an emblem/patch on the corner of the bib over the heart. "Matching knee socks and white, short or long sleeved Peter Pan collar blouses are traditionaly worn with it. We even have matching, red plaid hairbows to go with it!"



"Marvelous! But what about shoes?" Grandma asked.



Looking at my feet, the saleslady replied. "Her black leather Maryjanes are perfect. But about the petticoat, will that be worn with the uniform?"



"Yes." Grandma said with a little grin. "It's kind of her way of making a fashion statement."



"Cool!" The saleslady said with a slight giggle. And I blushed. "Come with me ladies and we'll get a blouse and the rest of what you'll need and then off to the dressing room to try it on."



As we headed for the rack of blouses, the saleslady said. "I know this is going to sound like I'm trying to push you into purchasing more things but it's a smart idea to buy two uniforms and three or four blouses and pairs of knee socks, since the same outfit is worn each day."



"Oh definitely!" Grandma agreed. "I totally understand. My son, ah--I mean daughter, went to Sacred Heart many years ago."



With everything we needed in hand, Grandma escorted me into the dressing room. "I can try it on myself!" I said.



"I know you can sweetheart. I just want to help my sweet granddaughter get into her first school uniform. Like I did with your dad so many years ago."



Five minutes later, Grandma examined the fit of the uniform as I stood in front of the mirror in the dressing room. "Looks just right Steph!" She remarked, as she replaced the scrunchie in my ponytail with a red plaid matching hairbow. "And see how the waist cincher helps give you a more girlish waist and figure."



"Yeah." I marvelled. "You're right!!!"



Outside in the shop, the saleslady checked the fit and hang of the uniform on me and said. "Looks perfect! You should be all set. And I like the way the petticoat gives the skirt a little fullness!"



"Could she wear it home please? Remove all the tags?" Grandma asked the saleslady.



"Absolutely!" The saleslady answered with a smile at me.



"Wouldn't you like to wear it home Stephanie? Sort of get the feel of it before tomorrow?" Grandma asked.



I actually liked the way it felt and how I looked in it. Well, as far as being a girl went. I mean, I looked exactly like a thirteen year old school girl, without question! The uniform seemed to give me more confidence. And I said proudly to Grandma. "Sure, I'll be glad to wear it home."



"I'm so proud of you Stephanie!" Grandma said, as we stepped back out into the Mall with our purchases.



"Why?" I asked.



"I'm so proud of what a lovely young lady you're becoming!"



"Thank you Grandma." I said and I slipped my hand in hers.



As we walked, hand in hand, she said. "How about two more stops here at the Mall and then we'll head for home?"



"Okay. Where to?" I asked.



"There's a nail boutique just up ahead. A manicure and eyebrow waxing would be the icing on the cake for you Steph. Would you like that? And then Ruby Tuesday for dinner?"



"Yes please Grandma!" I replied. I did, afterall, want to look my girlish best for my first day at Sacred Heart Academy tomorrow.



Two hours later, with a fresh manicure and eyebrow waxing and a full tummy, I walked confidently alongside Grandma toward the Mall exit for the parking lot.



As we neared the exit, I zipped up my Macintosh and looked up and saw a woman just entering the Mall. I gasped in horror as I recognized the face and quickly turned away from her as we crossed paths. I was so shocked by the sight of her that I actually wet myself just a little.



"What's the matter Steph?" Grandma asked.



I glanced back over my shoulder and saw the back of the woman steadily walking away from us and sighed with great relief. "Nothing Grandma. Nothing at all."



I had hoped I'd never see Ms Roberts from Camp Sissy Curls again.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part40



We got back home just after seven and Grandma and I put away and hung up my new school clothes. When we were done, Grandma suggested. "Why don't I run a bubble bath for you Steph and you can soak and get all bathed and ready for tomorrow. One less thing for you to do in the morning. You got to be to school by eight."



"Yeah, thanks. That's probably a good idea." I agreed. And besides, I did have just slightly wet diapers from my near encounter with Ms Roberts at the Mall.



"I'll set a razor and shaving cream on the side of the tub in case you have any stubble on your legs sweetheart."



I undid my ponytail and took off my Maryjanes while Grandma ran a tub for me in my bathroom. She returned a minute later and said to me. "Wash your hair and condition it and I'll be glad to blow dry it and brush it out for you Steph. You want to look your best for your first day at Sacred Heart."



"Sure, that would be great Grandma."



About an hour later, I stepped from the tub all squeaky clean, sweet smelling, and smooth as a baby. I wrapped my hair in a towel and as I got into my nitey, Grandma knocked on my door and called. "You ready for me Stephie?"



"Sure Grandma, c'mon in."



Grandma had me sit in front of the mirror of my vanity. She towel dried my hair first and then took a rattail comb and a blow dryer and finished the drying. Done, she picked up a hairbrush and began to slowly and thoroughly brush my long locks.



"Oh Grandma. That feels so good!" I sighed, hoping she'd never stop.



She giggled a little and said. "Now you know why girls are always playing with and doing each other's hair!"



And she brushed my hair for another ten minutes or so and put the brush down and ran her fingers through it. "You have such long, thick beautiful hair Stephie. It's gotta be a good four or five inches below your shoulders now." Then she took an elastic band and secured in a ponytail at the nape of my neck for the night.



"Stephie honey." Grandma said, as she fondled my ponytail. "You're probably not going to be thrilled with this but, I want you to wear braid loops to school. But just for the first day or two!"



"But why?" I groaned and pleaded. "I want a ponytail like I had today! Braid loops are for little girls!"



"I understand sweetheart. And on Friday at the latest, you can have a ponytail." She assured. "I just want the first impression you make on the principal, Sister Veronica, and your teachers to be that of a sweet, young schoolgirl. Get you off on the right foot with them!"



"Oh geez Grandma! You promise by Friday at the latest, I can have a ponytail?"



"I promise!" She said.



I didn't pursue it any further. Grandma had been so loving and kind to me the past two days and correct in all her ideas and suggestions. She was probably right again.



"Okay Grandma." I said.



"That's my girl!" She said with a smile. "Now off to bed. You have a big day tomorrow. And I know you'll fit in perfectly at Sacred Heart. I'll go with you to school in the morning to get you all settled in there."



As she tucked me in, she kissed me on the forehead and said. "I love you Stephie."



"I love you too Grandma." I cooed.

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Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part41



As I started to put on my Macintosh for the trip to school Wednesday morning, Grandma said. "Hold up Steph. Almost forgot!" And she headed back upstairs for my bedroom and quickly returned. "Can't forget these!" She said as she clipped a matching red plaid hairbow into each of my braid loops. "There, perfect!"



Yeah, perfect for a little eight year old girl, I thought.



At 8AM on the dot, Grandma and I walked into the school office of Sacred Heart Academy. The secretary greeted us from behind her desk. "Hi Mrs. Crandall. And this must be your lovely granddaughter Stephanie. Sister Veronica's expecting you both. You can hang your coats on the rack over there and have a seat on the bench. I'll tell her you're here." And she walked to the principal's office and poked her head inside and said. "Stephanie Crandall and her grandmother are here Sister Veronica."



Moments later, Sister Veronica stepped out from her office. "Good morning Mrs. Crandall." She said as she shook Grandma's hand. Then she looked at me and smiled and said. "Hello Stephanie. I've been looking forward to meeting you. Welcome to Sacred Heart Academy." And she held out her hand for me to shake.



But I didn't take her hand. Instead, I took the sides of my skirt in my hands and curtseyed to her and replied. "Good morning Sister Veronica."



"Oh my, such a polite young lady!" She gushed.



I smiled. I'd learned from experience that I could wrap a lady around my little finger with a demure, girlish curtsey.



"Please step into my office and have a seat." She said, holding her arm out toward the door.



As we sat down in chairs in front of her desk, she closed the office door and sat down behind the desk. "You look absolutely adorable Stephanie! So much like your dad when he was a schoolgirl here at Sacred Heart so many years ago."



"Yes she does Sister Veronica!" Grandma couldn't resist adding.



"Well, let's get down to business, shall we?" Sister Veronica said looking at me. "Absolutely no one here knows you're really a boy, except me. And if you keep up appearances, no one will know. You certainly look the part. But be sure to always act the part too Stephanie."



"Yes, I will Sister." I said im my best girlie voice.



"I assume the petticoat you're wearing underneath your skirt is to hide a diaper bulge. Is that correct Stephanie?"



"Yes Sister." I replied.



"Very good. Then you understand that the girls lavatories are off limits to you."



I nodded my head in agreement as she continued. "You seem like a bright, intelligent boy--well girl--so I'm sure you're smart enough to know to make good use of the toilet at home before you come to school!"



I blushed and said. "Yes Sister Veronica."



"But if you find yourself in need of a diaper change here at school, just report to the health office across the hall. The school nurse doesn't know that you're a boy but she does know that you wear diapers to school. She and I are the only ones that know that."



"But I can change myself Sister!" I interrupted.



"Of course Stephanie, I know that." She replied. "And you'll be expected to change yourself! There's a small room off the health office where you can do that in private. Your grandmother left a large supply of disposable diapers and supplies here when she registered you Monday morning."



"Oh good. Thank you Sister." I said.



"Well I hope, for your sake, that diaper changes will be few and far between."



"Yes Sister." I agreed.



"Now, kind of along the same lines." Sister Veronica continued. "You'll be excused from phys. ed. classes with the excuse of health reasons. That whole issue would be just too difficult to deal with. You'll have a study hall instead during that time."



I was relieved to hear that.



"Well then, I think we're done here." And she stood up form behind her desk and looked at Grandmother. "I'll see you at Mass on Sunday Mrs. Crandall."



"Oh yes Sister, and Stephanie too!" Grandma replied.



"Say goodbye to your grandmother, Stephanie, and I'll show you to your locker and homeroom and you can get started." Sister Veronica said with a smile. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it here at Sacred Heart Academy. I know your father did!"



"Yes Sister, I'm sure I will." And I stood up and gave her another curtsey for good measure.

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Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part 42



I hugged Grandma goodbye and she whispered in my ear. "You'll fit in here perfectly."



As Sister Veronica and I walked out of the office and into the hall, she said. "Your locker and homeroom are just down at the end of this hall. You'll have most of your classes there with your teacher, Miss Picone. She's a brand new lay teacher this year. She's very nice. You'll like her."



At my locker, Sister Veronica handed me a slip of paper with the combination on it. "Memorize it and then throw it away."



Sister Veronica waited patiently as I fumbled a little with the combination but managed to open the locker. I hung my coat inside but kept the binder and notebooks Grandma had given me.



"C'mon Stephanie, I'll take you inside to meet Miss Picone and the class." She said, directing me toward the classroom door.



Miss Picone was young and very pretty. Probably just out of college. She greeted me with a warm, cheerful smile and introduced me to the class and pointed to the desk that was mine and carried on with her math lesson.



I didn't have much of an opportunity to interact with the other girls until it was time for lunch. As we all headed for the lockers and then the cafeteria, I got a few curious looks from some of my fellow classmates. But I knew that it wasn't because they thought, in any way, that I was a boy. And I knew my diapers were not detectable. It had to be my childish braid loops and maybe my petticoat because, other than that, I looked just like they did. And in some cases, even prettier, I arrogantly thought.



I found a seat at a table with a group of girls from my class. But I didn't actually sit with them. I was too shy and sat a few seats away. They smiled over at me and a few giggled. Probably the braid loops. As I opened the lunch bag Grandma had packed for me, one of the girls picked up her lunch tray and walked over and sat down next to me.



"Hi newbie! What's your name again?" She asked.



"Stephanie. Stephanie Crandall. But most people call me Steph or Stephie."



"Well, welcome to Sacred Heart Stephie!" She said cheerfully, as she extended her hand to me. "I'm Penelope. Penelope Lane."



"Do most people call you Penny?" I asked, as we shook hands.



"Absolutely not!!!" She exclaimed. "Only my family can call me Penny."



I wondered why so formal and asked. "But why? Penelope's a cool name, but so is Penny!"



She laughed and said. "Well think about it Stephie!"



I thought about it for a moment but was clueless as to what she meant and replied. "I don't follow you Penelope."



"Penny!" She said and then started to softly sing. "Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes!"



"Ohhh! Now I see!" I said with a little giggle.



"Yeah, my parents are huge Beatles fans." She said.



As we ate our lunches, Penelope asked. "What's with the petticoat Stephie?"



"Oh, to be perfectly honest, it's just my way of trying to make a little bit of a fashion statement. Goth I guess! Pretty stupid--huh?" I said feeling a little foolish.



"Actually no Stephie. I think it's kind of cool. This place could use a litttle Goth!" Penelope said. "But you gotta lose those braids! You're not eight years old!"



"I know. You're right!"



The remainder of the afternoon went pretty well. And Penelope was even on my bus home and sat next to me and bubbled and blubbered on about all matter of girlie things. She was a very gregarious and vivacious girl and I was glad that she monopolized the conversation. And I was even more glad for the friendship she was showing me.



At home, Grandma was eagerly waiting for me as I walked into the house. "Hi Steph! I'm dying to hear how your day went!"



"Sure Grandma." I said. "Just let me get something to drink from the fridge."



A minute later, I sat down on the sofa next to her and popped my soda can open and kicked off my Maryjanes.



"Well???" Grandma asked with much anticipation.



"Everything went fine. Really pretty good!" I said and a broad smile appeared on Grandma's face. "And I made a new friend! Her name's Penelope Lane. She's funny and nice." And then I added, with probably a bit too much emphasis. "And she's really cute!!!"



"Hey, hold your horses there Steph!" Grandma scolded, though kindly. "Remember, to her you're a GIRL!"



"Oh Grandma, that's not what I meant!!!" I lied with a girlish giggle.



"Well, I'm so pleased that your day went well sweetie!" She exclaimed. "I knew everything would be fine."



"Yeah, but I gotta lose the braid loops. Please Grandma! I know they caused a few giggles from some of the girls."



"Sure Steph, like I promised." And she fiddled with one of them and asked. "Ponytail tomorrow Steph???"



"Yes please!!!" I replied with a smile as broad as Grandma's.

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Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part43

The next morning, I was glad to step onto the morning school bus. It was dank and cold waiting for the bus outside Grandma's house.

"Hey Steph! Over here. I saved you a seat." I heard Penelope call.

"Thanks Penelope." I said, as I sat down next to her. "I'm glad we're on the same bus in the morning too!"

"Yeah, me too." She replied and then she slipped her hand into mine and we held hands for the ride to school. I thought holding hands was kind of strange, but she was a pretty girl and I enjoyed the little bit of physical contact with her. And she smelled good too. And it made me feel more secure in my new situation. Besides, girls were always much more "touchy/feely" than boys.

"The ponytail's a big improvement Stephie! Very cute." She complimented.

"Yeah, I know. Thanks Penelope."

The second day at school went fine, as did the third and fourth and so on. After a few weeks, I had a fair amount of friends but Penelope was, by far, my best friend. And no one had even the slightest inkling that I was a boy or that I wore diapers under my school uniform. Only once had I wet my diapers, while walking between classes. And I handled it quicky and simply at the nurse's office. And I'd never pooped them, thank God. And to my amazement, I noticed some of the girls starting to wear slight petticoats underneath their uniforms like me. I had started a fashion trend. And I seemed to be doing very well in my classes. I felt comfortable and good about myself, well at least as far as being a girl went!

My Dad called pretty regularly to see how I was getting along. He and stepmother had even come up to visit me once and had, thankfully, left Laura behind with a sitter--Sally Jo Reynolds. They took Grandma and I out to dinner.

Sometimes when Grandma and I went out somewhere that wasn't in the area, like when we'd gone to dinner with Dad and stepmother, Grandma would ask me to go out as little eight year old Stephanie. And I'd oblige her without argument. She was, afterall, very good to me. Getting all "prissied up" in one of my frilliest outfits, complete with braid loops and matching hairbows, was kind of my way of returning the favor.

One day in early Spring, at lunch, Penelope asked me if I wanted to go to the C.Y.O. dance with her that Friday night. The C.Y.O. was the Catholic Youth Organization and, among other activities, they held monthly dances.

"There'll be lots of cute boys there Stephie!" She prodded. "You'll be a big hit with them!"

"No, I don't think so Penelope. But thanks anyway." I said.

"Aw, c'mon Steph! The dances are lots of fun. And you haven't been to one yet!" She pleaded.

"Oh, I really don't think I'd be comfortable there."

"But the boys!!!" She coaxed.

"No thanks Penelope. I really don't think I want to."

"Are you gay Steph???" She asked laughingly.

Though her question seemed to be meant in jest, it was a bit of an odd thing to say. "Of course not!!!" I replied.

"Then c'mon Steph!" She persisted. "Please go with me this Friday night. Pretty please! You'll love it!"

I wasn't thrilled about the idea. It would be my first real experience around boys as Stephanie, the Catholic schoolgirl. But I gave in and agreed.

As we walked from lunch back to class, Penelope put her arm around my waist and said. "I promise you're gonna have a really great time at the dance Steph."

That Friday night after dinner, Grandma helped me get ready for the dance--a cute, off white, knit top and padded bra over a knee length, navy blue pleated skirt and my modest petticoat and diapers. Sheer panty hose and black T-Bars completed the outfit. She helped me with my makeup and lip gloss and spritzed perfume on my wrists and behind my ears. Then she brushed and did my hair up in a high ponytail with a navy blue scrunchie.

"There you go Steph." She said with a smile. "A real Babe!"

"Yeah, but that's the problem!" I complained.

"What do you mean sweetie?" She asked.

"Well, what do I do if boys approach me and want to talk to me or even ask me to dance with them? I mean, I may be a real Babe on the outside, but I'm a real BOY underneath. And real BOYS don't like boys that way!"

"I know you're a real BOY Steph! And hard to believe as it might be, I'm glad you're ALL BOY, despite appearances." She said and paused a moment in thought. "You know, if a boy asks you to dance, tell him you're just getting over the flu and you are probably still contageous."

Well, that didn't calm my fears about the whole idea of it much, but I figured I'd use the line.

At 7:30, the doorbell rang and I opened the door. "Hi Steph, ready to go? My mom's waiting for us." And Penelope pointed to her car waiting at the curbside.

I kissed Grandma goodbye and Penelope and I walked for the car holding hands.

"You look great Stephie!"

"You too Penelope!"

As I stepped into the car, Mrs. Lane said. "Hello Stephanie. It's nice to finally meet you. Penny's talked so much about you!"

"Penny", I thought. I'd forgotten about Penny Lane. As we drove for the dance, I thought I'd have to request "Penny Lane" from the deejay at the dance, if he had it, as a joke.