Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp) by sissycaroline

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Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part44



At the dance, Penelope and I were almost immediately beset by two boys. It shouldn't have been a surprise to me. Penelope was very outgoing and quite pretty. And though I was shy, I knew I was equally pretty.



We had a typical awkward chat with them until they asked us to dance.



"Sure!" Penelope said to the one who'd asked her.



"I'm sorry, I really shouldn't." I said to the other. "I'm just getting over a bout of the stomach flu and I'm afraid I may still be contageous."



The boy looked disappointed and Penelope looked surprised as they left me alone for the dance floor.



But I wasn't alone for long. Soon a boy, and then another, approached me and struck up conversations and asked me to dance. I declined both with the same "flu" excuse. So I decided to try to be a little less conspicuous and headed for the punch table.



As I sipped on a cup of punch, Penelope came over. "Hey Steph, I saw a couple of boys talking to you while I was dancing. They were cute! Did they ask you to dance?"



"Yeah, but I told them no." I said.



"Why??? They were really hot!" She exclaimed. "Are you really sick with the stomach flu?"



"Yeah, I think I'm coming down with the bug." I lied.



"Well that may be Steph, but I think a big part of it is that you're just very shy with boys. Right?"



I nodded my head yes and said. "I don't have a lot of experience with boys." And she had no way of knowing why I had no interest in them, of course.



"Well you need to get experienced Stephie." She said. "Dance with the next boy who asks you!"



No sooner said, then I was asked again to dance. I figured my "flu" excuse was wearing thin and replied. "Maybe later. Please excuse me. I need to use the Ladies Room."



As I walked away heading for it, I realized that was a stupid excuse. Girls lavatories were supposed to be off limits to me. And though I certainly had an interest in girls, I surely had no interest in their lavatories. But there was no going back now. And Penelope accompanied me.



"Are you gonna be sick Steph?" She asked as we stepped inside.



"No, I just want to powder my nose." And I walked to the mirror and took my compact out of my purse. Penelope did likewise.



As we powdered our faces, she said."C'mon Steph, dance with the next boy who asks. You can do it. Don't be such a tease to the boys!"



"Tease", I devilishly thought as we left the restroom. Maybe I could have a little fun with that! I'd certainly had much more than my share of teasing in the last, almost, year. Maybe I could inflict a little teasing on someone else for a change. I was definitely a good actor, well--actress, I should say.



Out on the dance floor, two boys quickly approached us. They introduced themselves. Phil and Bret. Why, I'm not really sure, but I stupidly decided to play the "coquette". As we all chatted, I girlishly tilted my head at a slight angle and smiled and even batted my eyelashes a bit. I placed one hand on my hip and gently rocked side to side while using my other hand to play with my long, perky ponytail. I could have won an Oscar.



Bret was standing in front of me as we talked and, before long, he held out his arms a little toward me and asked. "Would you please dance with me Stephie?"



Before I could get even a single word out, Penelope pushed me into his arms and exclaimed. "She'd love to!!!"



Now, I really regretted my foolish "coquette" act. I was stuck!



Unfortunately, it was a slow dance. He put his arms around my waist and pulled my body up against his and placed his neck next to mine, with his head resting lightly on my shoulder. I didn't really know how to dance, especially as a girl! I gritted my teeth and loosely put my arms around his waist and just followed his lead. And it was GROSS!!!



"You smell really great Stephie!" Bret said, as he nuzzled my neck. I said nothing in reply, just praying for the song to end.



As we danced on, he gently kissed me behind my left ear. And I thought I was going to puke! Now I totally regretted my stupid "coquette" act. When he moved his hands down from my waist to my bum, I pushed him away.



"I'm not that kind of girl Bret!" And I raced off for the shelter of the Ladies Room.



A minute or so later, Penelope joined me there. "What happened Steph? Bret's a real hunk!"



"He put the moves on me!" I exclaimed. And that was all I offered.



As we left the Ladies Romm, I knew I should play the "wallflower", as best I could, instead of the "coquette". And I succeeded pretty well with that. And Penelope kept busy dancing.



It was 9:30. The dance would be over at 11:00. To pick my spirits up, I went over to the deejay to request "Penny Lane".



"Yup, I got it." He said. "I'll play it before too long."



As I walked back for the seat I'd taken in a corner out of the way, I felt an ominous rumbling in my stomach. And I remembered I hadn't pooped since the night before. And I stupidly hadn't tried to poop before leaving for the dance. But I didn't panic. I'd already broken the Ladies Room "taboo" twice, so I just headed there to relieve myself. I certainly didn't want to use my diapers at the dance.



I went inside and, to my horror, the place was packed. And the stalls all had long lines of girls waiting to use them. I got in a line to wait my turn. There were never waits like this in a Mens Room, I thought.



The wait seemed endless! And my need to poop was becoming quite urgent. After about five minutes, with two girls still ahead of me in line, I knew I couldn't wait long enough to get a stall.



Again, I didn't panic. It was time for a cool head and quick thinking. I left the lavatory and grabbed my coat and walked quickly outside. If I had to poop my diapers, outside was the place to do it.



Outside, well away from the entrance and out of view, I exploded into my diapers. A huge, stinky load!



But I remained pretty calm about it. Again, I kept a cool head in this awful situation. I thought a moment and reached into my purse for my cell phone.



"Hello Grandma? I'm afraid I had an accident at the dance!" --PAUSE-- "No, not that kind of accident. I'm not hurt. I'm afraid I had an accident in my diapers!" --PAUSE-- "Yeah, I wet and pooped them and I don't want to wait here til the end of the dance and have to drive home with Penelope and her mother in poopy diapers." --PAUSE-- "Yeah, please do come and get me. I'm sorry!" --PAUSE-- "I'm outside. I managed to make it out here before messing myself. Just pull up out front and I'll get in. And thanks Grandma."



Grandma was quick to respond to my plight. It was only about fifteen minutes before I saw her car pull up at the curbside. And I had avoided detection. I opened the back door and said. "Thanks for getting here so quickly Grandma. I'll sit in the back. I'm afraid I'm pretty stinky!"



"Oh, stinky diapers aren't gonna kill me sweetie!" She said.



As we drove, Grandma was very understanding and didn't scold me at all. "Did anyone know you messed yourself Steph?" She asked.



"No, thank goodness. Nobody knows about my accident. Not even Penelope."



"Well, I'm sorry your night ended on such a sour note honey." She said, as she cranked her window open for some fresh air. "But I'm glad you were able to keep your poopy diapers a secret."



"Oh God, me too!!! Thanks again for picking me up so quickly Grandma!"



"You're welcome Stephanie."



"Speaking of Penelope, I better call her to let her know I'm on my way home with you." I said. "She's gotta be wondering where I went!"



"What are you going to tell her Steph?" Grandma asked.



"Well, I'm gonna make something up, but I know what I'll say." I said, as I punched her number on my cell phone.



"Hi Penelope?" --PAUSE-- "Yeah, I'm very sorry. I'm afraid I got sick and threw up! You know, the stomach flu." --PAUSE-- "No, I couldn't. The lines were too long. But I managed to get outside before I puked. But I got some on my skirt." --PAUSE-- "Thanks, but I called my Grandmother to come and get me and I'm riding home with her now." --PAUSE--  (And I cheered up a little as I heard "Penny Lane" playing in the background at the dance) -- "Yeah, sorry!" --PAUSE-- "Yup, thanks. I'll call you in the morning."



We got home and I headed upstairs to get out of my poopy, wet diapers and into the shower and ready for bed. Squeaky clean, I put on my nitey and went back downstairs and sat on the sofa next to Grandma and cuddled with her.



"Thanks so much for coming to get me Grandma." I said and I kissed her on the cheek.



"That's okay sweetheart. No problem. That's what grandma's are for!" And she kissed me back. "I'm just glad that no one knew what really happened and you didn't embarrass yourself."



"Not as glad as I am!" I said and I kissed her good night. "I'm heading for bed. I'm pooped!"



She giggled at my slip of the tongue. And I giggled back. "I mean, I'm tired!"



As I started to doze off in bed, I thought about the very eventful and not very pleasant evening at the dance. I thought about the very dumb and foolish things I'd done there. And I thought about how I'd forgotten to use the toilet before leaving for the dance. I'd think twice about being so stupid again! But I was very grateful that I had managed to come out of it all unscathed.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part45



I called Penelope the next morning just to touch base with her and to tell her I was feeling much better and to apologize again for having to ditch her at the dance. At school on Monday, there was no mention of me being sick at the dance or leaving it early and definitely, nothing about poopy diapers. The only thing said about me and the dance came from Claire, who sat behind me in homeroom. "I saw you dancing with Bret Friday night Steph. He's a real hottie!" I just giggled, thinking if only she knew how repulsive it was to me and why! But she'd never know. I was that confident.



In fact, with each day and each week that went by, I grew more and more confident in myself, my "Stephie" self. Being a pretty, thirteen year old girl and behaving and acting like one and doing all the things that young teenage girls do was becoming routine to me. Second nature. Almost comfortable and enjoyable. Maybe too comfortable and enjoyable!



It was the beginning of April and Easter would be in a week. The most important holy day in the Catholic Church. But to me, and I'm sure most of the other girls, it didn't mean holy day so much as it meant "holiday"! A week and a half off from school.



On the last day before vacation, in social studies, Miss Picone gave the class a project that would be due when we returned from the Easter break. We had to write a report and put together a brief oral presentation, with visuals, about who we thought was the most important and influential woman of the 20th century. And we could do it alone or with a partner.



After class, Penelope immediately rushed over to me. "Well, who do you think we should do Steph?"



I smiled. "I was gonna ask you the same thing!"



Monday morning, the day after Easter, at breakfast I asked Grandma. "Do you think you could drive me over to Penelope's house this afternoon?"



"Sure sweetheart. What's up?" She asked.



"Miss Picone gave the class an assignment over the vacation to do a report and oral presentation about who we think was the most important and influential woman of the 20th century. And we can partner up for it, so Penelope and I are working together."



"Wow, big surprise there!!!" She joked and then asked. "Who are you doing it on?"



I laughed and joked right back at her. "Well you of course Grandma!" And we both shared another laugh and I added. "Actually, we haven't decided yet."



As Grandma and I loaded the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher, I said. "Penelope asked me to come over to work on our project at Easter Mass yesterday. She said I could stay for supper and her mom or dad would drive me home no later than ten. It's okay with them! Okay with you?"



"Sure Steph. Sounds like a good plan."



At 12:15, I was dressed and ready to go to Penelope's. I grabbed my purse and just hung my jacket over my arm, as it was a mild, fairly warm Spring day. And I headed into the living room where Grandma was doing some knitting.



"Can you take me now Grandma?"



She looked up at me from her needles and said. "Sure Steph." But then she glanced down at my khaki pleated skirt with a puzzled look. "No petticoat Steph???"



"I don't need one Grandma." I replied.



Then she got up from the sofa and walked to me and patted me on my bum. And I recoiled a bit with embarrassment. "No diapers either Steph???" She scolded.



"But Grandma, I don't need diapers or a petticoat to hide them."



"You know perfectly well that they're the rule when you're out in public or at school Stephie!" She exclaimed.



"Yeah but I'm not really gonna be out in public where I can't use the restrooms. I'm gonna be at Penelope's house where I can use their bathroom in private. It's like here at home!"



She raised her eyebrows and gave me a skeptical look and before she could speak, I added in support. "But I'm wearing my prettiest lacy pink panties and my waist cincher!!!" And I put my hands on my hips and twisted a little, side to side, with a broad smile on my face. And I batted my eyelashes and modeled my girlish hourglass figure to her.



She smiled and laughed, which was my intention, and said. "You're not on the runway of some fashion show in Paris Stephie!"



I giggled and replied. "Please Grandma. Pretty please!!!"



"Well, I suppose." She gave in. "You are right about it not being really any different than here at home. But you better be very, VERY careful young lady. No accidents of any sort!"



"Yes Grandma, I will!" And I gave her a hug. Wrapping my dear, loving Grandma around my little finger was pretty easy too!

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part46



As Grandma pulled the car into Penelope's driveway and I opened the door to get out, she again warned. "Be careful Stephanie!"



"I know. I will. Love ya!"



I knocked on the door and was soon greeted by my bubbly best buddy. "Hi Steph! C'mon in." And Penelope took me by the hand and said. "Follow me into the kitchen. I'm just finishing my lunch. My mom's baking peanut butter cookies and you can have some."



"Hi Stephanie!" Mrs. Lane said, as she set a batch of warm from the oven cookies on the kitchen table. "Hope you're feeling better. The stomach flu can be pretty nasty."



"I'm fine now, thanks. It was just a 24 hour bug."



"Well then, have some cookies." She said. "Want a glass of milk to wash them down with?"



"Yes please."



As Penelope finished her grilled cheese sandwich and I enjoyed my cookies and milk, a boy stepped into the kitchen. He looked to be a year, two at the most, older than me.



"Steph, this is my brother Brad. He's in nineth grade." Penelope said. "Brad, this is Stephie."



"Hi Stephie, nice to meet you." He replied as he sat across from me to dig into the cookies.



As he chewed away on one and then another, I became very aware of his eyes on me. I'd look up and then he'd quickly glance away.



Penelope soon finished her lunch. "Thanks for the grill cheese Mom. Stephie and I gotta get to work!"



"You're welcome Penny." Her mom replied.



And Penelope whisked me away upstairs to her bedroom to get started on our project. We sat on her bed and she asked. "Who do you think we should do our report on?"



I had thought thought about it last night. And being the brown nosed, Catholic schoolgirl that I now was, I said. "How about Mother Theresa, Penny Lane?"



"You little snot!" Penelope said with a smile and a little giggle. "You requested that song at the dance Friday night, didn't you?"



I just grinned at her and laughed.



Penelope agreed on Sister Theresa and we spent the next couple of hours at her computer researching and printing out material for our report. Done with that, Penelope suggested. "Let's take a break Steph."



And she grabbed a stack of recent issues of "Teen Beat Magazine" and "Sweet 16 Magazine" and we sat next to each other on her bed to thumb through them. She oogled and gushed over the fashions and hairstyles and boy celebrities in them. And I did likewise, to keep up girlish appearances.



At one point, she set her magazine down and put her arm around me on my shoulder and said. "Do you think my brother's cute Steph?"



Well, I had no way of knowing if he was cute. A boy doesn't think in those terms about another boy, unless he's gay. But I didn't want to offend Penelope and said. "Sure, why do you ask?"



"Cuz of the way he was looking at you in the kitchen earlier. You had to have noticed that Steph!"



I said nothing and just blushed.



"That shouldn't have surprised you Steph." And she moved her hand from my shoulder to behind my ear and gently caressed it with her long fingernails and said. "You're really a very pretty girl!!!"



I was bewildered. I knew girls were very "touchy/feely" creatures. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. She sent tingles down my spine. And ELSEWHERE!!!



"Thanks, you're very pretty too!" And I sincerely meant it but added. "We better get back to work now Penelope."



She giggled. "You can call me Penny. BUT NEVER IN SCHOOL!"



I laughed. "Understood PENNY!"



We kept our noses to the grindstone and worked away until about 5:30, when we heard her mother call. "Your dad's home Penny. Come down for dinner girls."



At the dinner table, Penelope introduced me to her father who I'd not yet met and he led us in Grace and we all dug into the dinner of fried chicken and all the fixings. And Penelope's brother, Brad, spent a lot of time looking my way and engaging me in conversation. I suppose I should have been flattered that he found me attractive, but it just made me feel uncomfortable.



With supper and dessert over by 6:30, Penelope and I headed back up to her bedroom and diligently worked until about eight when Penelope said. "Enough's enough Steph! Let's pop a movie into the DVD player and watch it until it's time for you to go."



I'd had enough too and said. "Yeah, good idea."



We laid on her bed with our backs against the head board and watched some girlie "chick flick". And Penelope cuddled with me throughout the movie.



Just before ten, Mr. Lane knocked on the bedroom door and called. "Time to take you home Stephanie. Penny and I will drive you."



As we drove to my house, Penelope said. "I can't tomorrow Steph, but on Wednesday, could we work again at my house just like today?" And she looked over to her dad. "Is that okay Dad? Would Mom be cool with that?"



"Fine with me Penny." He replied. "And I'm sure it'll be okay with your mom too!"



"Great! Thanks Dad." And Penelope asked me again. "Will you come on Wednesday to work again on our project Steph?"



"Sure, I'd like that! We still got a lot to do on our report." I said. "I'll call you tomorrow if, for some reason, I can't. But if you don't hear from me, that means I'll see you Wednesday, same time, same place."



And we pulled into my driveway.



"Thanks for the ride Mr. Lane!" I said as I stepped out of the car. "See you Wednesday PENNY LANE!"



I heard them both laugh as I pushed the car door shut.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part47



Just past noon on Wednesday, Grandma and I again pulled into Penelope's driveway. And she again warned me, because I was diaper free, to be careful!



I knocked on the door and Penelope greeted me and let me in. I exchanged pleasantries with Mrs. Lane. Brad was nowhere to be seen. And Penelope and I were off to her room and computer to work on our project. We worked a couple hours and decided it was break time. I headed for the bathroom and Penelope went to the kitchen for some Cokes for us.



When we regrouped back in her room, Penelope said. "Steph, my brother begged me to ask you something and he even paid me five bucks to do it!"



"What?" I asked.



"My brother would like to take you out to the movies or somewhere of your choice before the end of vacation."



I had figured that would be the question. "Oh, I really don't think so Penny."



She seemed pleased with my answer but asked. "Why not Steph?"



"Oh I guess...I guess you could say he's just not my type." I replied.



Penelope chuckled and got up from her seat and put her hands on her hips and wiggled them. "Well maybe I'm more your type Stephie!!!"



I laughed, but all joking aside, she'd certainly be my type if only I was a boy again.



We finished our Cokes and pressed on with the project straight through until dinner. And we got most of it done.



I was glad Brad wasn't there at supper. Something about a basketball practice Mrs. Lane had said.



As Penelope and I helped clear the supper dishes, Penelope's mom said. "Penny, your father and I have to go and pick up your brother from basketball practice and then stop at dic-k's Sporting Goods for new sneakers for him. You two want to come? Or can you be trusted to stay here alone?"



"We'll stay here Mom. We're getting close to finishing our project. We'll be fine." Penelope assured.



And I was glad to hear that. I didn't want to risk going out in public without diapers.



Five minutes later, the Lane's headed out to get Brad and Penelope and I headed back to her room.



"Ya know Steph, we've got a ton done on Mother Theresa!" Penelope said. "And God forgive me, but I'm sick of the old lady! We've got plenty of time to finish our report before school starts back up. Let's just relax and take it easy until it's time for you to go home. What do you say?"



"Sure! You're right. But what do you want to do?" I asked.



She thought a moment and said. "Let's just watch a movie."



"Aw Penny, we did that Monday night." I complained.



"Yeah I know Steph. But I'll let you pick the movie!" She bribed. "I got Pirates of the Carribean I and II if you like."



And then she sweetened the pot with. "And while we watch the movie, I'll brush your hair if you'll brush mine?"



Well that was a girlish delight that I had learned to love and I couldn't pass it up. "Okay Penny. Sounds good!'



"Pirates One or Two?" She asked.



"One please."



"Good choice Steph. Johnny Depp's less gay in that one!"



With the DVD running, she picked up a hairbrush from her dresser and asked. "You first or me?"



I took the hairbrush from her hand. "I'll do you first Penny."



She sat cross legged on the bed and I positioned myself right behind her. I undid her ponytail and began to brush her long, thick, light brown hair. She sighed and tooks deep breathes as I brushed away, pausing occassionally to run my long fingernails through it and against her scalp. And I think I was enjoying it as much as she was. Maybe even more, because the front of my skirt was taking on the shape of a tent. But that didn't matter. She couldn't see it with her back to me.



I decided to tease her and said. "You thought I looked silly in braid loops Penny. Remember???"



She just girlishly giggled and took another deep breath.



"Well let's just see how you look in braid loops Penny." I sweetly teased.



"Sure!!!" She exclaimed. "But let me get what you need." And she got up and I quickly pressed down on the front of my skirt to hide my raging boner. She fiddled through a basket of hair accessories on her dresser and returned with elastic bands, pink ribbons, pink barrettes, and a hand mirror and comb.



She was ecstatic as I braided away. I looped her long braids with the elastic bands and tied a pink ribbon in each one in a large, perky bow. Then I clipped in the barrettes and handed her the mirror.



"Look in the mirror. Who's the pretty little girl there???" I asked.



"It's pretty little me!!!" She teased back.



I laughed. What was Hell for me was Heaven for her. Go figure!



Doing her hair was intoxicating and I was as horny as could be. And she seemed to be too. As the "little girl" and I switched places, I made sure to keep my "happy wiener" pressed down in front.



"Would you like braid loops, little girl?" She teased me.



"No thanks Penny. Just a nice, soothing brushing please!" I said.



"Sure Steph. Will do." And she undid my ponytail.



She brushed and brushed and brushed for the longest time. And it felt great! So soothing and so relaxing. Even relaxing between my legs, which was actually a good thing. No tent!



Then she gathered up my hair in a bunch and secured it back into a ponytail with my scrunchie. And I wasn't surprised when I felt her lips tenderly kissing the back of my neck behind one ear. She gently pulled me down on my back on the bed and silently looked into my eyes and smiled sweetly. And she kissed me on the lips and stuck her tongue deep into my mouth. And we held that kiss for the longest time.



And I didn't care that she had a "thing" for girls. That was okay with me! To her, I was a girl but to me, I was a boy. And I was quickly becoming a very, very horny boy again! We necked and French kissed and cuddled for a long time. And she was wonderful!!! And now I was ecstatic and very aroused.



As we groped each other, her hand accidently moved across the front of my skirt and she gasped loudly. Then she pushed herself up onto her knees and looked at the front of my very tented skirt.



"Oh my God!" She squealed. "You're a BOY!!!"

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Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part48



Oh Hell, I thought, "the jig is up" again! Outed once more! Blackmailed into submitting to the humiliating whims and demands of yet another girl probably! And I started to whimper as Penelope continued to rant.



"I can't believe it! It just can't be true! You're a boy!"



I chose to remain silent and let Penelope get it all out.



"Oh dear God! A boy!!! I can't believe it!" And she began to cry. "Oh God, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!! And she blessed herself making the sign of the cross. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Thank you, thank you!"



This all sounded pretty odd to me but I continued to be silent.



"Oh thank you dear God! I'm not gonna go to Hell!!!"



Well, I was really confused now! And even more so when Penelope looked at me and smiled and said. "Oh Steph, or whatever your real name is, thank you. Thank you so much!!!"



I wiped my tears and asked. "But why on Earth are you thanking me???"



Penelope took my hand and held it tightly and replied. "I'm thanking you for being a boy, despite your outward appearance!" And she giggled ever so slightly.



"I'm afraid I'm not following you Penny." I said.



"You're really a boy. That means I'm not Gay! And I'm not gonna go to Hell!"



I hadn't realized, until now, what a devout Catholic girl she really was.



"Well what do you mean about going to Hell?" I asked her.



"Oh c'mon Steph, you know!" And then she paused a moment and switched gears. "By the way, what's your real name?"



For some reason, it embarrassed me to tell but I answered. "Stephen, Stephen Crandall."



"Stephen...Stephanie. That makes sense!" She said and continued. "But anyways Stephen, you know that homosexuality is condemned by the Catholic Church. It's a mortal sin! And you can go to Hell for committing a mortal sin."



"Okay, but..."



She cut me off and continued. "Since you're NOT really a girl, I'm not a Lesbian. My soul is saved!" And she hugged me and added. "I'm so glad you're really a BOY!"



"But Penny, haven't you been ATTRACTED, I'll call it, to girls before?" I asked, having heard that it wasn't all that uncommon for teenaged girls to "experiment" with the same sex. It was even considered trendy sometimes.



"No, not at all! Not until you!" She replied, as she took a few tissues from her night stand to wipe her tears and mine too. "I don't know why. But for some reason from the first time we met, I've been attracted to you in a way that...um...well, you know what I mean!"



I nodded my head "yes" and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.



"But it's okay." She sniffled. "Cuz you're really a boy. Who knows? Maybe subconsciously I've known all along that you're a boy." And she laughed a little. "But you sure don't look and act like one!!!"



I laughed back, glad to see the mood lightening a bit. And I started to say. "But Penny, what about..."



"Shhh!!!" She said putting her finger over my lips, which she then gently kissed. "Stephen?" And then she corrected herself. "No--STEPHANIE, can we please keep all of this our own little secret? Please?"



And she stood up and smiled down at me. "Stephie, if you don't tell anyone that I made out with you---another girl---I won't tell anyone that you're not really a girl."



I stood up in front of her and put my hands on her shoulders and said. "I will on one condition!"



She looked a little pensive and bit her lower lip. "What Steph?"



"On the condition that we still remain best friends! Best GIRLFRIENDS!" And I fondled one of her braid loops. "Best girlfriends in any way you see fit!"



"Oh God yes Steph!" And she gave me a long passionate kiss on the lips.



We were both emotionally drained, but content. We just sat silently on her bed with our backs against the headboard and innocently cuddled, until we heard the sound of Mr. and Mrs. Lane and Brad returning home. It was just after 9:30.



We both washed our tear stained faces and straightened ourselves up a bit and headed downstairs for my ride home.



"Hi Mom!" Penny called to her mother, who was hanging up her coat in the closet.



Mrs. Lane turned around. "Everything go all..." And then she paused and giggled. "What's with the braid loops and hair ribbons Penny?"



We both had forgotten about Penny's new little girl hairdo. And Penny laughed. "Oh, Steph and I were just playing around doing each other's hair."



"Well, you're a very pwetty widdle girl Penny!" Her mother joked with a smile on her face. And she added. "Why don't you two get your coats on and Penny's dad will drive you home Stephie."



As we pulled into my driveway, I thanked Mr. Lane and then said to Penny. "I'll call you tomorrow morning Penny. Maybe you can come over here to finish up the rest of our report."



"Sure Steph, I'd like that!"



As I laid in bed, I smiled and marveled at the wonderful turn of events of the day.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part49



The next morning, with a "go ahead" from Grandma, I called Penny to invite her over to finish our report.



"Oh gee Steph, I'm sorry. Something's come up and I can't."



"Well, how about tomorrow?" I asked. "After today, we only got three days left 'til..."



"Sorry Steph." She interrupted. "Gotta run!"



"Will you call me tomorrow so we..." And all I heard was a click and the dial tone.



I spent the day not really doing a whole lot. I just, pretty much, moped around the house and worried. My phone conversation with Penny had been very brief, too brief in fact. And she hadn't said anything at all about why she couldn't come over. I was afraid that maybe, given the events of yesterday, she was having second thoughts about our relationship.



I wasn't really worried about her exposing me as a boy to anyone. I knew she wouldn't, and really couldn't do that. But I was afraid that maybe she had soured on the idea of us remaining best friends, best girlfriends! It was a worrisome day and night for me.



But on Friday morning, the phone rang and I raced for it.



"Hi Steph!"



"Oh Penny, I've been worried about you!" I exclaimed. "You were so brief on the phone yesterday. Is there something wrong???"



"No, not at all!" She said. "I was just running late for a job. I'm sorry I worried you!"



"A job?"



"Yeah, a babysitting job. I sometimes babysit my next door neighbor's two nine year old twins, a boy and a girl. She's a single mom and she got unexpectedly called into work and I had to hurry over to watch them all day cuz she was in a rush to get to work. I'm sorry Stephie! I should have called you yesterday."



"Oh," I sighed in relief, "I understand. No problem Penny!"



"Thanks Steph, you're a love!" She said and added. "Hey, I'm okay for today at your place. If it's cool with you and your grandma!"



"Yeah, fine! I already cleared it with her in case you could come today."



"Great!" She said. "My Mom will drive me over after I eat lunch. See you then."



Penny gave me a warm, broad smile as I opened the front door just after lunch. "Hi best friend!" She said.



"Hi best friend!" I said right back at her and I took her hand and walked her inside.



She looked around the living room and said. "Nice place Steph!" It was her first time at my house.



We had only a little bit of the oral presentation and a few more visuals to go with it left to finish up the whole project. We worked at the kitchen table. By five, we were done totally.



Grandma ordered pizza for us for dinner and when we were done, Penny asked. "What do you want to do now Steph? I got 'til ten."



"I don't know. What do you want to do?"



Penny thought for a moment and said. "Why don't you show me your bedroom Steph? I haven't seen it yet."



"Oh gee Penny, to be honest, I really don't want to show you it."



"But why not???"



"Cuz it's so frilly and prissy!" I replied. "You'll laugh."



"No I won't. I promise! C'mon, let me see it." She begged.



Penny prodded and coaxed me for another minute until I finally gave in.



"I'll go ask my Grandmother if it's okay Penny. Be right back." I said.



It was fine with Grandma, except she told me to stall for a minute or two until she got the few boy's clothes out of my closet. "Can't have any evidence around that you're really a boy." She whispered.



That was a moot point but, of course, Grandma didn't know that. Upstairs, as we entered my room, Penny exclaimed. "Holy cow!!! I'd have given anything for a room like this when I was a little girl!"



But I was ashamed of it---so little girlie! I shut the door. As Penny explored my closet full of frilly, sissy concoctions, she gushed with envy. And I was even more embarrassed.



Before I realized it and could stop her, she tugged open the top drawer of my dresser---the drawer that contained my plastic diaper rhumba panties and a stack of Depends.



"Oh my God! What are these for?" She exclaimed, as she held up a pair of frilly diaper rhumba panties in one hand and a disposable in the other.



Now I was totally humiliated and started to cry. That was one secret I'd hoped to keep from her.



Seeing my distress, she grabbed a few tissues from the box on my vanity table and put her arm around me and walked me over to my bed. We sat down and she wiped my tears and said. "I'm sorry Steph. Please don't cry! Don't be embarrassed. I'm sure you're not the only kid our age who still has accidents sometimes!"



She seemed pretty understanding but I still sobbed and, in explanation, offered only. "I don't really have accidents! I gotta wear them when I'm out in public like at the Mall or out to dinner or at the movies. I can't use public restrooms." And I sniffled and Penny took my hand. "My Grandma won't let me use the Ladies Room cuz I'm not really a girl and I can't use the Mens Room cuz I really look like a girl!"



Penny gave me a soft kiss on the cheek and asked. "You mean, if you're out in public and you gotta go to the bathroom, you gotta go in...umm...well...your...ah"



"Yeah!" I cut her off. "I gotta!" I was so ashamed. I buried my face in my hands.



"Oh, you poor thing!" She consoled. "That must be awful for you!"



"Yeah." I pouted. "Tell me about it!"



"Are you wearing diapers now?" She asked.



"No, only in public where restrooms are off limits to me."



"At my house?" Penny asked.



"No, cuz I can use your bathroom. It's private."



"At school?" She asked.



I looked at her with tears streaming down my face. "Please don't tell anyone at school Penny! Please! I'd die!"



"Oh you silly boy, I mean GIRL!" She smiled and wiped my tears again. "I'd never say a word. I promise. You're my best friend. My very best girlfriend! It's our little secret."



I hugged her and thanked her and managed to calm down a little bit. I knew all my secrets were safe with her. We positioned ourselves with our backs against the head board and cuddled and kissed passionately and necked for awhile.



After a bit, Penny brought up a new subject. "Steph, I really wanted to come up to your room for some privacy so I could ask you...well...why you want to be a girl!" And she cautioned. "But don't get me wrong Steph. I think it's great!!! Really! I'm just curious."



"I don't WANT to be a girl!!!" I exclaimed. "But it's really a long and involved and horrifying and EMBARRASSING story Penny."



"C'mon Stephie." Penny coaxed and put her arm around me. "You gotta learn that best girlfriends share all their secrets. Even embarrassing ones. We got plenty of time and nothing to do and I'm all ears! You talk and I'll just listen."



I must have shed a bucket of tears as I spent the better part of the next hour explaining in detail my journey from my first day at Camp Sissy Curls until now. And Penny was true to her word. She just lovingly listened and cuddled me as I sobbed and rambled on. It was actually very therapeutic for me.



When I was finally done, the first real words from Penny were. "Oh, you poor, poor thing! I'm so sorry! But, for what it's worth, I think you make a wonderful girl!!! And I'm glad for that!"



"Well, thanks." I said and got up. "I wanna go wash up Penny. How about going down to the kitchen and getting us a couple of sodas?"



"Sure thing Steph." She replied.



When I returned from the bathroom, Penny was back on my bed sipping her Coke. I snuggled up next to her and drank mine. As she fiddled with my ponytail, she asked. "Are you gonna be going back to Camp Sissy Curls this summer?"



"Hell no!!!" I emphatically answered. "Why do you ask?"



"The girl's camp next door that you mentioned---Camp Sunnyvale? My parents are thinking about sending me there this summer."

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part50

Monday morning rolled around and it was back to school after the Easter break. Penny and I didn't wind up actually doing our report until Wednesday and it went pretty well. We got an A- on it and we were happy with that.

As April turned into May, Penny and I grew closer and closer. Friday night of the first week in May, Penny came over to my house to help me study for an important Algebra test on Monday. I was pretty mediocre with math but Penny was a wiz.

We studied together in my bedroom until about 9:00 and decided to call it quits for the night and relax until she had to go home. We sat on my bed and started thumbing through girl's magazines and, before long, found ourselves embracing and kissing and petting passionately. Though Penny would often reach her hand under the front of my skirt to play with me and I'd do likewise with the front of her blouse, our sexual relations never went beyond that. She was, after all, a good Catholic girl and certainly a virgin. I was "experienced" of course, but I had no desire to deflower her. Well---I did actually desire it, but I respected her and cared for her too much. And besides, we were both only thirteen.

We made out until a little before ten when there was a knock on my bedroom door, followed with an immediate entrance by Grandma.

"Okay Penny, I'll drive..." And Grandma gasped in mid sentence. "Oh my God! What are you two girls doing???"

Penny and I quickly disengaged, red with guilt and embarrassment.

"It's not what you must think Grandma!" I quickly offered.

"Don't you two girls know that homosexuality is banned by the church and is a mortal sin!" She exclaimed.

Penny covered her face and remained silent and started crying.

"Grandma," and I took a deep breath knowing that I had to spill the beans, "we all know, all THREE of us, that this isn't a gay relationship!"

"What?" She replied. "Two girls making out!!!"

"Penny knows I'm really a boy, Grandma!" I blurted out. "And she's cool with that. She knows everything about me."

Penny looked up at Grandma and nodded her head "yes".

"Well, I suppose that settles the gay issue." Grandma said. "But now your secret's out Stephanie!"

Penny spoke up in a whimper. "His secret is safe with me Mrs. Crandall. I promise!"

"It IS safe Grandma." I added. "No one else knows, or will know, except the three of us."

"Well, I don't know about all of this, but c'mon you two. Time to drive Penny home." Grandma said.

After we dropped Penny off, Grandma said as we drove back home. "Are you totally sure that your secret's safe with Penny?"

"Yes, totally!!!" I assured.

"I certainly hope so!" Grandma said, and paused in thought and then added. "Well at least, she's not a Lesbian. Though it strikes me as rather odd that she'd be attracted to a boy disguised as a girl!"

"Aw, c'mon Grandma!" I scorned. "She likes me for who I am inside, underneath all this awful girlie stuff!"

"I'm sorry Steph." Grandma apologized. "That was unkind of me. I am glad that underneath your girlie facade, you're still a true boy at heart and like girls as a boy would."

"Of course I LIKE girls Grandma!" I exclaimed. "I just don't like BEING a girl!"

"Well, you know that will all end after this summer Steph." She said and warned. "I just hope it all doesn't backfire on you and your secret gets out!"

"It won't. I know it won't!"

"And you better not LIKE Penny too much, if you know what I mean Stephie!" She added.

I laughed a little. "Don't worry about that. I understand."