Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp) by sissycaroline

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Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part51



Thanks to Penny's algebra tutoring, the test on Monday seemed fairly easy. And sure enough, on Wednesday when I got the test back, I'd gotten an 87%---great for me.



Wednesday afternoon on the bus ride home, Penny asked a favor of me. Well actually both me and my Grandmother. "This Friday, right after school, my parents are taking my brother Brad to a soccer tournament out of town." She said. "About a four hour ride from here. It involves spending most of the weekend there. Hotel and all that. Won't get back 'til late Sunday afternoon."



"Oh, then I guess we can't do anything this weekend Penny." I replied.



"Well, that's just it." She said. "I hate going to the tournaments. So boring! I so do not wanna go!"



"Yeah, I can understand that."



"My parents won't leave me home alone. They say I'm too young." She grimaced. "But they'd let me stay at your house. If it's okay with your grandmother."



"I'd love that!" I smiled. "But I gotta get the okay from my Grandma. I'll ask her tonight and give you a call."



"Thanks Steph! I hope she says it's alright."



After dinner, while I helped Grandma with the supper dishes, I asked her if Penny could stay with us.



"Well, Penny's sure been a good friend to you Stephie." She replied. "And since it's okay with her folks, it's okay with me."



"Oh super! Thanks Grandma!" And I gave her a big hug.



"Yeah, but there's one condition sweetie." She added.



I nodded my head yes. "Sure, what is it?"



"Penny will have to sleep in the guest bedroom." She warned. "I mean, it's not like you're really two girls having a sleepover, so she can't sleep in your bedroom of course. And no hanky panky!"



I was a little embarrassed and giggled. "I understand Grandma. I knew she'd have to sleep in the spare bedroom." And I kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks Grandma!" And I immediately called Penny with the good news.



Friday afternoon, a little before supper, Penny was dropped off for the weekend. After a dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, Penny and I really just spent most of the evening in the living room watching TV and playing Monopoly and gossiping and gabbing like two young girls would. Grandma sat in her recliner reading and doing a little crocheting.



Around 10:00PM, Grandma said. "Why don't you two get cleaned up and go to your rooms and get ready for bed."



"But Grandma, it's only ten!!!" I pleaded.



"I'm not saying you have to go to bed girls. I know it's too early. Just get ready!" She replied.



"Okay Grandma." I said and we both headed for our rooms.



"And I want both of you in modest nitegowns. And panties and bras underneath girls!" Grandma called, as we approached the stairs.



We were both embarrassed and giggled. Penny looked back and sincerely replied. "Yes, of course Mrs. Crandall. We understand. We will."



Before long, we both returned to the living room, each in a modest flannel nitegown with panties and bras underneath. Though I certainly had no need for a bra. But Penny did!



Penny suggested. "Let's do each other's hair Steph. And maybe fingernails and toenails too!"



I looked over at Grandma and she smiled and gave me the okay nod. Penny and I spent the next two hours sitting on the carpet watching TV and painting each other's fingernails and toenails and brushing and doing each other's hair. I even let Penny use styling gel to set my hair in rollers, covered with a hairnet, which I normally hated.



And Grandma spent most of the time with us in the living room. I'd look over at her, from time to time, to see her just smiling in an almost contented sort of way. And that struck me as a little odd. Twice, she had told me how she was glad that I was "still a boy at heart" underneath my feminine exterior. But she seemed just as equally pleased that I could be so truly girlish too, like I was now.



When Jay Leno ended, Grandma sent us on our way to bed. "I'll be up to bed shortly girls." She said, as Penny and I walked upstairs.



Outside of my bedroom door, we stopped to say good night. Penny put her arms around my neck and gave me a long, passionate kiss. And then she giggled when she felt my very erect wiener against the front of her nitegown.



She gave it a good squeeze and warned, though lovingly, "I want you to leave your rollers in tonight Stephie!"



"Ohhh!!! Do I gotta???" Like most girls, I hated sleeping in rollers.



"Do it for me Steph!" And she rubbed my throbbing wiener some more and kissed me again and added. "I want to see how pretty you look in curls tomorrow."



I couldn't argue and smiled. "Sure Penny!" And we both headed into our rooms.



It took me awhile to get to sleep with the uncomfortable rollers in my hair. But it was a small price to pay for Penny's affection.

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Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part52



I woke up just before ten Saturday morning. I brushed my teeth and headed downstairs, still in my rollers and nitegown. Penny, still in her nitegown too, was already up and busy helping Grandma in the kitchen making pancakes for breakfast.



"Morning sleepy head!" Grandma called, as I reached into the fridge for some orange juice.



"More like prickly head!" I moaned, as I patted my hairnet full of rollers. "I hate sleeping in rollers!"



"Oh, it's the price we girls have to pay to look pretty Steph!" Penny said. And she and Grandma giggled at the "we girls" part. But they were right! I was "one of the girls" to be sure. "I'll get you outta them after breakfast Steph." Penny added. "Can't wait to see your pretty curls!"



With breakfast done and the dishes cleared, Penny and I sat on the carpet in the living room in front of the TV and she removed my rollers and combed out my head full of curls.



"Oh," Penny gushed, "you look very pretty in curls Stephie!"



"She certainly does!" Grandma agreed, looking up from the morning newspaper she was reading on the sofa.



"What do you want to do today Penny?" I asked, as Penny ran her fingers through my fresh curls.



We went back and forth through the usual routine of "I don't know. What do you want to do?"



Finally, Penny suggested. "I know, let's play dressup!"



"What do you mean by dressup?" I asked.



"Well, you have such gorgeous, frilly, prissy dresses and petticoats and all Steph! Let's each dress up in one and pretend we're seven or eight years old again! Like we're going to a birthday party or something." She said and added. "We're about the same size. I could easily fit into one!"



"Oh, I hate those sissy outfits Penny! Maybe it's been a long time since you've been dressed like that but I've spent most of the past year in those sissy clothes!" I replied.



"Aw, c'mon Steph. It'll be fun!" She pleaded. "And you won't be the only sissy little girl this time!"



I looked over to Grandma and raised my eyebrows, hoping she'd solve the problem by NOT giving the go ahead. But instead, she said. "It's okay with me girls. But you'll have to get into your dresses and underthings, at least, by yourselves in your own rooms. I mean...well, you know why."



We did, of course. No reprieve from Grandma though.



"C'mon Steph." And Penny stood up and reached down and took my hand. "Let's pick some pretty outfits and things from your closet. It'll be loads of fun to be pretty little girls again!"



Maybe for you, I thought, but I saw no thrill in it. It was "old hat" to me.



Standing in front of my closet, Penny immediately zeroed in on my matching pink and blue gingham dresses. "These will be perfect Stephie!" She beamed. "I'll wear the pink and, well...blue is for boys!" And she giggled. "We'll be almost like little twin sisters!"



I groaned a bit as she handed me the hanger with the blue one on it. Then Penny grabbed several hangers full of frothy petticoats.



"We want our dresses to be nice and full!" She exclaimed. And then she headed for my dresser and selected the prissiest pink and blue trimmed rhumba panties I had. And she handed the blue to me.



"Okay Steph. I'm gonna get into these." She said, as she headed out my bedroom door. "See you in a few minutes. And don't forget to put on a training bra Steph!"



Five minutes later, I heard a knock on my door. "Can I come in?" Penny called. "Are you decent?"



"Yup, c'mon in." And I opened the door.



We spent the better part of the next hour primping each other and finishing our "little girl" dressup. Anklets to match our very full dresses, patent leather Maryjanes, matching purses, makeup, lipstick, fresh nailpolish, perfume, earrings and necklaces. The whole "girlie" nine yards.



Now, only our hair needed to be tended to. Penny sat me in the chair in front of my vanity table and used a couple of bobby pins to pin my long hair back behind my ears in a cascade of pretty curls that now reached to well below my shoulders. Then she tied a large, blue gingham hairbow on top.



"Okay Steph, you look scrumptious!" She exclaimed. "We'll trade places and you can do my hair and we'll be all set."



She sat in the chair and I stood behind her and said. "Believe it or not, I don't know much about doing girl's hair. I mean...what do you want me to do???"



She grinned into the mirror and replied. "I know one hairstyle you're quite good at doing Steph!!!"



"Oh c'mon Penny!" I laughed. "Not braid loops again!"



"Yeth, pwetty pwease Stephie!" She babbled and stuck out her bottom lip like a VERY little girl.



Braid loops were a painstaking and time consuming thing to do, but finally I tied a pink gingham hairbow in both of her loops and we headed downstairs.



As Grandma vacuumed the carpet in the living room, two very pretty and prissy and precocious little girls sashayed in. Dresses and petticoats bouncing and bobbing like crazy.



She looked up and gave a broad smile and shut off the machine. "Oh my goodness gracious! Who can these two pretty little girls be???"



"It's us Mithesses Cwandle! Stephie and Penny!" Penny bubbled, in her best little girl lisp. She was really playing the "widdle girl" thing to the hilt. Funny, I thought. What I really hated with a passion, she revelled in!

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy curls (After Camp)--part53



Penny and I spent the rest of the morning mostly just prancing about, little girlishly, in our pretty dresses and petticoats. And Penny was loving every minute of it. At one point, she even wanted to go outside to play Hop Scotch, of all things. But fortunately, I was able to talk her out of that. I had no desire to be hopping about outside showing off my petticoats and rhumba panties to the neighborhood.



After lunch, Grandma said she had to do some shopping errands and she'd have to take us along. "Why don't you two go upstairs and change into your regular clothes and we'll get going." She said.



"Oh, can't we pwease go like this Mithesses Cwandall. Pwetty pwease!" Penny lisped.



"Aw, c'mon Penny!" I quickly replied. "I've had enough of these sissy clothes!"



Penny frowned. "Pwease!!!"



I looked at Grandma and she at me and she said with a little smile. "I've missed having sweet little eight year old Stephie around! I'd enjoy taking two pretty little girls out shopping with me. No one would be the wiser. We won't be shopping here in town."



"Umph!" I groaned. "I really don't wanna Penny, but I will on one condition."



"Sure Steph, what?" She said with a smile.



"You gotta give a rest to the widdle girl whisp!" I said mockingly.



"Will do Steph. Thanks!" Penny replied.



"Umm!" Grandma said. "Stephie, we're going to be out in public. So you gotta...well...you know..."



"Yeah, I know!" I groaned again. And I headed up to my room and diapered up.



Just as we were about to leave, Penny stopped us. "I gotta use the bathroom first please. Sorry, be right back!" And she raced upstairs, petticoats bouncing and bobbing all about her.



It was a wise idea, I thought, only though.



A few minutes later she returned and we were on our way.



"I need to go to the Mall just down the Interstate for a few things and then to Jo-Ann Fabrics in the town nearby for some yarn." Grandma said, as we drove along. "And then we'll get some dinner there."



"Oh Grandma, I hate that Mall and town from camp!" I groaned.



"I know sweetie. I understand." Grandma said. "But it'll be fine. And besides, you got pwetty widdle Penny with you!"



"Oh please don't start that up again!" I gasped.



Penny took my hand and soothed. "Relax. Don't worry Stephie. It'll be fine."



I cringed as Penny and I held hands and sashayed into the Mall. We headed for JC Penney, where Grandma had to pick up somehing she had ordered. And we got lots and lots of looks and attention and smiles as we pranced along. But they were all pleasant, admiring looks at the two precious, pretty little girls walking along with their grandmother. Ladies just oogled and gushed all over us as we waited in line at customer service for Grandma's order at JC Penney.



We hit Rite Aid, then Sears to look at vacuum cleaners, then just window shopped in dress boutiques for awhile. Fortunately, we didn't try on or buy anything. And wherever we went, women just fawned all over me and Penny in our pretty, little girl dresses and petticoats. And Grandma, and Penny especially, were enjoying the admiration. I could have done without it though.



Finally, Grandma suggested that we head for the Food Court for something to drink and then into town for Jo-Ann Fabrics and then dinner.



The Food Court was packed. No place to sit, so we just stood and sipped on the straws of our drinks. After a minute or so, Grandma pointed to a table not very far away and said. "Oh look, that's Mrs. Chamberlain from church! Are you girls okay here, if I go over and say hi and ask her something about our Bible study group?"



"Sure!" Penny and I both replied in unison.



As soon as she left, two boys about our age wandered over toward us. They hemmed and hawed a bit before finally approaching. The taller one spoke. "Hi girls! I'm Bill and this is Nate. You girls from around here?"



"No we're not." Penny replied, while I remained silent, staring at the floor. "I'm Penny, this is Stephie."



I didn't look up and just mumbled "Hi."



"I didn't think you were." Bill said. And he must have felt bolder and added. "You girls are really cute! But are you really LITTLE girls??? I mean, you somehow seem older than you're dressed."



Penny giggled and confessed. "You're right! We're just having fun playing dressup. We're both thirteen."



"We're both fourteen." Nate said. And before I realized what he was doing, Nate reached his hand up under the back of my dress and petticoats and patted me on my bum.



"Oh stop that!!!" I squealled, swatting his hand.



As they ran off, I heard Nate say to Bill. "God, they're really playing dressup! She's in diapers I think!"



He was right, of course. But more so than he knew, because now I was in wet diapers! Like often happened when I was surprised or shocked or scared, his intrusion into my privates had caused me to wet myself, though thankfully not heavily. And I started to tear up.



"Oh Steph! Are you okay?" Penny asked, as she ran her hand along my cheek.



"Yeah, but I..ah...I wet my diapers a little." I whispered. "That happens sometimes when I scared or surprised."



"Are you leaking?" She asked softly.



"No, I just peed a little. I'll be okay."



"Well, remember Steph. You're not alone in all of this!" Penny comforted.



Penny took a tissue from her purse and dried my tears. And Grandma returned. We said nothing about our encounter with those two awful boys to Grandma. As we headed out the Mall for the parking lot, I whispered in Penny's ear. "Do I smell like pee?"



"No, not at all." She whispered back. "You're fine."



We drove into town to Jo-Ann Fabrics. The women there really had a field day with me and Penny. I mean, we looked like models or poster girls for all the little girl dress patterns and girlish fabrics in the store! Grandma and Penny seemed to relish in it all. But not me! I was glad when Grandma checked out with her yarn and other stuff.



"It's 5:30 girls. Let's get some dinner and then home." Grandma said, as Penny and I sat in two huge "poufs" of petticoats in the back seat of the car.



We headed down the Main Street of town and Grandma exclaimed. "Look, there's a Perkins. Let's go there for dinner."



I sighed. Ms Roberts had taken me there for lunch on the second or third day at camp--my first outing in public as a little girl in a dress and petticoats and ribbons and curls. And I squeezed Penny's hand extra hard.



As we stood in line for a table, I thought again about what a wise idea it was when Penny had gone to the bathroom  just before we left the house earlier. I now wished I had followed suit.



We finally got a table and I sat in the booth next to Penny, squirming and fidgeting from the ever increasing pressure in my kidneys and bowels. I was already slightly wet. Now I feared I'd soon be much wetter and worse!



The waitress gave us each a menu. And Grandma excused herself to head for the Ladies Room. How I wished I could go with her! I so didn't want to suffer the humiliation of messing my diapers in front of Penny.



Before Grandma returned, the waitress came back with glasses of water and looked down at me and Penny and said. "Are you two girls from Camp Sissy..." And then she paused for a moment in thought and said, really just to herself. "No, can't be. They don't open for the season for another month or so." And she walked away.



It was then that I realized she looked looked familiar. She was the waitress who had waited on me and Ms Roberts last summer.



Grandma came back from the Ladies Room and we ordered dinner. And I fidgeted and squirmed throughout the meal, fighting with Mother Nature once more. It didn't take long for Grandma to notice my anxiety. "What's wrong Stephie? Are you alright?" She asked.



With a shameful tear in my eye, I fessed up. "I gotta go real bad Grandma!" I said in a hush.



"You mean you gotta..."

 

"Yeah, I gotta! And soon!" I interrupted her.



She reached into her purse and pulled out the car keys and handed them to me. "Well, you're done with your dinner Steph. Head out to the car while Penny and I finish up and pay the check."



"I'm done with my dinner too Mrs. Crandall." Penny said. "I'll go with Steph."



"Okay girls." Grandma said. "Try to hold out if you can 'til we get home Stephie."



I knew I couldn't but didn't say so. As soon as Penny and I reached the car, I exploded into my diapers. And I pushed myself away from Penny and started to bawl in shame and embarrassment. It was so humiliating to wet and poop my diapers in front of the girl of my dreams.



Penny fanned her nose and kept her distance and said nothing. She just stood there as I sobbed and I covered my face with my hands.



A moment later, I was surprised by the sound of a loud fart. And it wasn't from me. I took my hands from my face to see Penny standing there biting her lower lip and grunting. And a few moments later, she sighed with a look of relief on her face. And I smelled that awful poo smell. But it wasn't mine.



Now I fanned my nose and exclaimed. "What in the Hell did you just do Penny???"



"I told you that you weren't alone in all this!" She said. "I just wet and pooped myself too. Now you don't have to be embarrassed!"



"But Penny! I got diapers on at least! You'll make a real mess!"



"No I won't Steph." She assured. "I'm wearing diapers too!"



"What???" I cried.



"When I went up to the bathroom just before we left, I sneaked into your bedroom instead and put on three disposables and a pair of your plastic diaper rhumba panties like you." She explained. "So you wouldn't be alone, just in case this happened."



"Oh my God Penny! I can't believe you'd do that for me!" And I really started to cry even more.



"Well I love you Stephen!" She cried. "It was just my stupid way of trying to protect you, I guess."



"Oh Penny! I'd hug you if we both weren't so damn stinky!!!"



She giggled and wiped her tears. And so did I. And Grandma soon met us at the car. She joined in the "nose fanning" and remarked. "Boy Steph, sorry but you really stink!" She clicked open the door locks and said. "We'll open all the windows. You better sit up front with me Penny."



"It's okay Mrs. Crandall. I'll sit in back with my best friend." Penny replied.



"Are you sure Penny? I mean the smell..." Grandma asked.



"Yeah, it's alright Mrs. Crandall."



God bless her for sitting in the back with me, but Penny wasn't stupid. If she sat up front, Grandma would smell her and surely realize that she had wet and pooped herself too. And Penny wouldn't want to have to explain that. But to Grandma, the smell coming from the back seat could only be from me.



With the windows cranked wide open, we quickly drove home. Penny and I held hands and immediately dashed upstairs to our rooms. I gave Penny a plastic bag for her messy diapers and let her go first in the bathroom to get cleaned up. I was a gentleman, after all. Then it was my turn.



Around 9:00, two very contrite and very clean and sweet smelling girls walked downstairs in their flannel nite gowns. Penny and I sat on the carpet in front of the TV and I took out her braid loops and brushed her hair. And she mine. And Grandma crocheted on the sofa. And I longed to just snuggle and cuddle with the girl who had just gone through "diaper hell" for me.



Penny and I made it an early night. We excused ourselves to go to bed a little after eleven. We were both beat.



Outside our bedroom doors, I hugged her and whispered in her ear. "Thank you Penny. I can't believe you did that awful thing for me!"



She kissed my neck and whispered back. "Yeah, it WAS awful! Really gross! I don't know how you can stand it." Then she looked me in the eyes. "But I did it because I love you Stephen!"



I started to tear up. It was the second time tonight that she had called me Stephen. And the second time she told me she loved me. And she wiped my tears and giggled lovingly. "C'mon Stephie, don't cry. Be a man!"



I giggled back. "Yeah right!" And I kissed her and whispered. "I love you too Penny."



Despite the harrowing trip this day, I slept like a baby, figuratively speaking. Sunday morning, Penny and I went to church, dressed normally, with Grandma. And a little after 2:00PM, Penny's folks picked her up. And by supper time, I was missing her already.

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Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part54



Over the next few weeks, Penny and I encountered a bit of a snag with seeing each other and getting together, outside of school at least, on the weekends. Penny's next door neighbor, whose nine year old twins she sometimes babysat, had to work at least four Saturdays and Sundays in a row while her boss was laid up from some knee surgery. Penny was glad for the work and the money it paid. But it pretty much threw a monkey wrench into any plans for us to do something on weekends for awhile.



But Penny was undaunted. The Monday after her second babysitting weekend, she said to me at school. "I'm sorry we haven't been able to spend any time together on the weekends for awhile. I really miss being with you darling, outside of here at school!"



"Me too Penny!" And I smiled at the use of her word "darling".



"Well, I asked Mrs. Morris, the next door neighbor I babysit for, if it would be okay if you came over sometimes while I'm babysitting her twins. And she said it would be okay!" And Penny put her hand on my shoulder and said. "My Mom told her what good friends we are and what a fine, responsible girl you are and Mrs. Morris gave the go ahead."



"Sure, great Penny!" I replied.



"Super Steph! Then please try to come over sometime this upcoming weekend???" She begged.



"Definitely DARLING!" I said, and Penny beamed a big smile to me.



The next day at school, I told Penny that my Grandmother had said that I could spend the day on Saturday helping her babysit. And Penny was thrilled.



Saturday morning dawned sunny and warm. June was fast approaching and Spring was very much in the air. "Can I please walk to Penny's next door neighbor's house Grandma?" I asked, as we ate breakfast. "It's beautiful out and it's really not that far. And it's daytime." And I added, in support of my request. "And the exercise will be good for me! And it saves you the hassle of driving me there and picking me up!"



Grandma laughed at my salesmanship. "Well, I guess it'd be okay Steph. But there's one condition!"



I had a fair idea of what was coming and asked. "What Grandma?"



"You gotta wear diapers and plastic pants under your skirt Steph."



"Oh, Grandma! Please no! I'll be fine!" I argued.



"You're gonna be out in public sweetie." She warned. "And after what happened a few weeks ago at Perkins, you can't take any chances. Use the toilet at the house of course, but you need the diapers as a back up, if necessary. Like walking to and from."



I hated to admit it, but I knew she was right. "Okay Grandma. I understand. I will."



Around eleven, after I was ready, I asked Grandma if I could be on my way. She looked at me and smiled, noting the modest petticoat under my skirt, like I wore to school to hide my diaper bulge. She patted my rear end to feel my padding and I blushed and said. "I'm protected Grandma!"



"That's my girl!" She exclaimed. And diapers were a small price to pay to spend time with Penny. And besides, it was really no different for me than going to school each day.



Grandma kissed me and sent me on my way. "You'll be home before dark Steph. Right?"



"Definitely. Love ya Gram!" I called back, as I walked out the front door.



About twenty minutes later, I knocked on the front door of Penny's neighbor. Penny opened the door and smiled and said. "Hi Steph, c'mon in. I'm so glad you could come over!"



I stepped inside and Penny walked me to the family room, where two little girls were sitting on the floor playing "Candy Land". One girl reminded me a lot of my stepsister Laura---dressed very "Tomboyishly" in dungarees and a simple top and scruffy, worn sneakers and unkempt long, blond hair. And the other girl was the exact opposite. Her blond hair was in short pigtails tied with pale blue ribbons that matched her prissy, knee length "Alice in Wonderland" style dress. Lots of white petticoats made the dress nice and full. Blue lace trimmed anklets and black, patent leather Maryjanes adorned her feet. And her face was red. She looked like she'd been crying. Neither girl looked up from the game board to notice me standing there with Penny in the doorway.



Penny and I stepped back from the entrance and I whispered to her. "I knew you were babysitting twins. But I thought you told me they were a girl and a boy!"



"That's right Steph!!!" Penny said, as she raised her eyebrows.



"What do you mean Penny?" I asked.



"Come into the family room and I'll introduce you to them." And Penny took my hand and walked me into the room.



"Oh kids, c'mon over and let me introduce you to my best friend Stephie, who I told you was coming over." Penny called to them.



The "Tomboy" raced over to us and stood in front of me looking up with a big smile. "Alice in Wonderland" stood up very tentatively and carefully, and smoothed her dress over her mountains of petticoats and slowly approached. Her eyes were cast downward toward the floor.



Penny introduced the "Tomboy" first. "Maggie, this is Stephie. Stephie, this is Maggie."



"Hi Stephie!" Maggie said. "Are you gonna help Penny babysit us?"



"Well, I guess so Maggie." I told her.



And I looked over to "Alice" and Penny took the cue and said. "Steph, this is Michael." And she paused and kind of corrected herself. "Well, he's actually called Michelle when he's dressed up like this."



I gasped and Michael/Michelle just kept his very red face firmly glued to the floor and said nothing. I could see tears starting to trickle down his cheeks.



Maggie took over. "Say hi to Stephie. Greet her properly like I taught you Michelle!" She ordered her brother.



He just shook his downcast head "no".



"Do it Michael, I mean Michelle! Or I'll tell all the kids at school about the pretty dress and petticoats and pigtails and everything else you're wearing!!!" Maggie threatened.



He looked up at me sobbing and bit his lower lip and very awkwardly curtseyed to me and said. "Hello Stephie. It's very nice to meet you. Isn't my dress pretty?" And he gave it a little twirl and then immediately hung his head in shame toward the floor again.



"Good girl Michelle!!!" Maggie devilishly giggled. "But I think you need more time practicing your curtsies!" And Maggie pointed toward a large mirror in the hallway and ordered her petticoated brother. "Go stand in front of the mirror and practice curtseying some more until I say you can stop."



"Please Maggie!!!" Not again!" He begged.



"If I tell everyone at school about the pretty dress and petticoats and stuff you're dressed in, maybe Mom will let you wear them to school Michelle!" Maggie replied.



The very dejected boy said nothing and walked to the mirror and started curtseying in front of it, with a torrent of tears now streaming down his face.



I don't know why, but I was dumbstruck. Strange because, after all, I certainly had suffered the same type of girlish humiliation that Michael was now experiencing. And much more! For that matter, I was still experiencing it now, but to a lesser extent.



Penny sensed my perplexion and said. "Maggie, why don't you go back in the family room and watch cartoons. I want to explain about your brother to Stephie." And Maggie headed for the TV.



"C'mon into the kitchen Steph and I'll explain, as best I can." And Penny took my hand and called back to Maggie. "Please don't make your brother stand there curtseying too long Maggie!"

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Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part55



As we sat down at the kitchen table, I said. "What on Earth is goin' on here Penny! I can't believe it!"



"Yeah, tell me about it Steph!" And she giggled a bit. "Apparently you're not the only petticoated boy in my life now. I was just as surprised as you when I got here earlier this morning. Imagine my shock when I knocked on the door and Michael answered it dressed as you see him now."



"Yeah, I'll bet." I said.



"He let me in and said good morning and curtseyed to me . And his face was beet red and swollen with tears." Penny said and added. "And my jaw dropped."



"So why's he Michelle now? Or maybe I should say ALICE now!"



"Well, Mrs. Morris was on her way to work and couldn't spend a lot of time giving me all the details." Penny answered. "But Maggie filled me in a lot after she left."



"Okay, so what gives?" I asked.



"Well both of the twins can be a real handful. I often have trouble keeping control over them when I babysit. But Michael's the worst, and I guess he's a real terror in school too! But Maggie's no angel either! She loves to tease Michael just to see if she can get him in trouble. And she usually succeeds."



"Maggie sounds just like my rotten little stepsister Laura." I interjected.



"Yeah. Well anyways, apparently the two of them got into a big fight over something last night just before bedtime and Michael punched Maggie real hard in the face. Her left cheek's still pretty swollen. I guess between his awful behavior at school and here at home, Mrs. Morris decided on drastic measures to keep Michael in line."



"Yeah, I know all about drastic measures to keep boys in line Penny!"



"I know you can certainly relate to all of this Steph." And she caressed my cheek and took a deep breath. "But anyhow, Mrs. Morris gave him a good spanking and sent him to bed wearing a pair of Maggie's panties and one of her night gowns. And she dressed him up like Alice in Wonderland this morning. You can see she even managed to get his rather long hair tied up into little pigtails and ribbons too! And he has to spend the entire weekend like that!"



"Oh God, poor kid!" I ruminated. "I know, I've sure been there!"



"What's even worse for Michael is, Mrs. Morris put Maggie in charge of him, so to speak. She told me that before she left. I guess to heighten his punishment."



"You're kidding???" I said.



"No!" Penny exclaimed. "She told me that Michael has to obey Maggie and do whatever she says. Well---within reason!"



"I see nothing reasonable about any of this!" I scorned.



"Well, Maggie can't parade him around outside in his dress and petticoats and pigtails or have her friends over to see him or..." And Penny thought a moment and rolled her eyes and smirked. "Or make him eat dog crap! Stuff like that!"



I couldn't help but laugh at her last very extreme example and then asked. "Can she spank him?"



"God, I don't know Steph! Mrs. Morris didn't say anything about that. I sure hope not!"



"Well, then Mrs. Morris didn't say Maggie could! So if she tries to, don't let her."



"Yeah, you're right Steph. I won't." And she got up and added. "But Maggie can tease the hell out of him and, as you've already seen, she can make him do all kinds of humiliating and girlish things. I know she'll try to make the most of it. She'll really put him through his girlie paces!"



I got up too and Penny and I headed for the family room. As we passed the busily curtseying Michael, he looked back over his shoulder, sobbing, and begged. "Please ask Maggie if I can stop now!!!"



"I understand Michael. We will." I replied.



Penny and I really just pretty much plain told Maggie to let him stop.



And Maggie clicked off the TV and shouted toward the hallway. "Okay Michelle, if you think you can do a decent girlie curtsey now, you can stop!"



A moment later, the pathetic, petticoated boy joined us in the family room.



"Okay dear sissy brother of mine, give it another shot!" Maggie ordered. "Give us your best little girl curtsey!"



He shamefully hung his head, took hold of the sides of his dress and petticoats in his fingers, and pretty gracefully and girlishly curtseyed.



"That-a-girl Michelle!" Maggie cheered. "Much better!"



Maggie was loving every minute of his girlish torment and told him. "Now do it one more time Michelle. Only this time, I want you to say --MY NAME'S MICHELLE AND I'M A PRETTY LITTLE GIRL-- when you do it."



"No!!! I won't!" He shouted.



"Well, then maybe you'd prefer to say it at school dressed in your pretty, sissy outfit!" Maggie warned. "I bet I can talk Mom into sending you there all dressed up like you are now!"



I couldn't imagine that Mrs. Morris would really send him to school all dressed up. But apparently, he believed it was a possibility. And who knew, maybe he was right.



Michael defiantly stomped his foot in frustration. But then he slowly reached for the sides of his dress and petticoats again and mumbled as he curtseyed. "My name's Michelle and I'm a pretty little girl."



"What did you say Michelle?" Maggie sarcastically asked. "I didn't hear you. You were mumbling. Do it again!"



"Okay, enough is enough Maggie!" Penny scolded. "Let your brother be!"



"Yeah, leave him alone!" I added.



She did leave him alone, but not for long! Because less than half an hour later, Michael was sitting on the family room floor in his heap of petticoats, busily fumbling with a bottle of candy pink nailpolish. Struggling to paint his fingernails under the direction and supervision of Maggie. And he struggled even more with the matching pink lipstick that came next.



"Penny, don't you gotta feed them lunch!" I finally said. "And put him out of his misery for awhile!"



"Yeah Steph, good idea."



Michael did get almost an hour break from his sissy humiliation, as the twins lunched on grilled cheese sandwhiches that Penny and I made for them. With lunch over, Penny sent them back to the family room. "Why don't you two go play a video game while Stephie and I do up the dishes. And please don't torment your brother anymore Maggie!"



It took just a few minutes to wash the dishes and we were sooned headed back to the twins. But no video game sounds were heard as we neared the family room---only the sound of whimpering. We stepped in and saw Michael standing in the center of the room. He was bent over and was holding the back of his dress and petticoats up, fully displaying the very frilly, ruffled powder blue rhumba panties he was wearing. Maggie was seated on the couch, grinning from ear to ear.



"Oh geez Maggie!" Penny gasped. "Give him a break!" And she told Michael to put his dress down.



"Thank you." He whimpered.



"But little girls like Michelle love to show off their pretty panties!" Maggie argued. "And besides, my Mom said he has to do what I tell him. And I think he needs a good spanking too!"



"Well this is just too outrageous Maggie!" Penny scolded. "And you're not going to spank him. I don't care what your mother might have told you."



"Oh poop!!!" Maggie complained, and her huge grin quickly turned into a huge pout.



Michael walked over, in tears, to me and Penny and said. "I'm really tired! I didn't sleep much last night. Can I please go to my room and take a nap?"



"Sure Michael, that sounds like a good idea." Penny said, as she adjusted his dress in the back over his petticoats.



"But I wanna play dolls with Michelle!!!" Maggie shouted.



"No dolls Maggie, I think you need a nap too!" Penny told her. "To your room Maggie. March!"



Now Maggie stomped her feet, and stood up and cried. "Oh poop! I don't need a nap! Do I gotta??"



"Yup! You gotta!" Penny said and fibbed. "Your mom said the both of you need naps this afternoon."



She very begrudgingly obeyed. And as she headed for her bedroom, she said. "But Michelle's not to take off his dress and things!"



"Okay Maggie." Penny conceded.



"I'll take Michael up to his room, okay Penny?" I asked.



"Sure, good idea Steph. Thanks."



I sat down on his bed with him and put my arms around his shoulders. "I know that all of this has gotta be really awful for you Michael!"



"How would you know!" He moaned. "You're a girl. How could you know what it's like to be a boy all dressed up like this?"



I smiled a little. "Well, trust me, I think I can imagine what it's like. Now try to get some rest Michael." And I had to muster up a lot of grit to do it because was a boy, but I leaned over and gave him a little kiss on his forehead in comfort.



I got up and walked to the door and Michael said. "Thanks Stephie." And then, to my surprise, he added. "You're a very pretty girl Stephie. And you smell good too!!!"



I just giggled a little as I closed the door behind me to go back downstairs. If only he knew, I thought.



Penny and I sat at the kitchen table, glad for a break from the twins. As she poured us each a glass of OJ, I said. "Wow! That poor boy!"



"Yeah, I know Steph. But it's really out of our hands!"



"Do you think his mom would really send him to school all dressed up?" I asked. "I mean, rotten little Maggie is sure using that threat to get him to do all the humiliating things she tells him to do!"



"Oh, probably not. Well---at least I hope not!" She sighed. "But then again, I guess you never know. I mean no offense, but look what your parents did to you!"



"None taken, I understand what you mean." I assured her. "So where did Michael's dress and stuff come from?" I asked. "Maggie seems like such a Tomboy. I can't imagine it's her's!"



"Well, actually it is Maggie's!" Penny replied. "Though she wouldn't be caught dead in it now." And she took a sip of her juice. "Last January, Maggie had the starring role in their school play---'Alice in Wonderland'---and she was Alice. But she only wore it for the play. Never since."



Penny and I enjoyed almost an hour of peace, before the twins were back downstairs from their naps. And Maggie was soon back at it with her brother, forcing him to play dolls with her. He sobbed as he dressed, undressed, and redressed one Barbie Doll after another.



It was just after four o'clock. And I'd had enough of reliving petticoat punishment through Michael.



"I need to get going Penny." I said.



"Aw, stay awhile longer Steph." She said. "Mrs. Morris will be home soon and I'll be done here for today."



"I'm sorry Penny but I have to get home in time for dinner." I fibbed a little.



"Well thanks for coming over." And Penny smiled at me. "You were a big help! Will you come back tomorrow?"



"I can't Penny." And now I was outright telling a lie, pretty much. "Got church in the morning and Grandma has plans for us in the afternoon. But will you call me tomorrow night, after babysitting?"



"Sure Steph. I'll walk you out."



I felt guilty about lying, as we walked for the front door. But I really couldn't take any more of the humiliation Michael was suffering. It was too close to home for me. At the door, I stopped and said. "You know, I think I should use the bathroom before I head home. Where is it?"



Penny pointed. "Just down the hallway there. On your left." And she giggled a little and whispered. "No diapers today sweetheart?"



"Oh yeah." I whispered back. "But I want to be sure to keep them clean and dry."



"Smart thinking Steph. I'll call you tomorrow night." And she looked over her shoulder to see that the coast was clear and kissed me and whispered in my ear. "Thanks for coming over. I love you Stephie!"

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Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part56



Penny was, not surprising, true to her word. Sure enough, Sunday night, the phone rang and I answered.



"Hi Penny, how'd babysitting go today?" I asked.



"Oh, okay I guess." She said with a little moan. "But not as good as yesterday when you were there! You were a big help!"



"Well I don't know about that Penny, but thanks."



"I mean it Steph. It really helped having you there. Kids always seem to listen to and respond better to males."



I really had a good laugh at that one. "But Penny, to the twins I'm a GIRL!!! Just like you!"



She giggled a little. "Yeah, I know Steph. But still, just having a male presence around...well, maybe subconsciously for them...umm...oh, I don't know what I mean!!!"



I just laughed again and Penny added. "I'm serious darling! I bet you'd be great with children of our...ah, I mean...your own."



There was a pregnant pause while I regrouped and moved us along on a slightly different path. "I assume Michael was still Michelle or Alice in Wonderland or whoever!"



"Oh yeah. His petticoat punishment ends tomorrow when he goes to school. It was just for this weekend, I hope!"



"Me too!" And I asked. "Was Maggie still the Wicked Witch of the West?"



"Oh God yes!" She exclaimed. "She was just as merciless with him as yesterday, maybe even more so."



"Like how?" And I immediately regretted my question. Did I really want to know???



"Well, lots of stuff like yesterday. Curtsey practice in front of the mirror. Holding up the back of his dress and petties. Making him say really humiliating things. Lots of threats about telling the kids at school."



"That little bitch...ah, sorry Penny! Pardon my French."



"But that's not the half of it Steph. She kicked things up a notch!"



"What do you mean?" Dumb question again on my part, I thought.



"Well, let's see..." And she paused for a moment in thought. "I came into the family room after cleaning up from lunch and found him standing on his head, with Maggie holding his legs for balance. You can imagine the spectacle he made!"



"I'm trying not to." I replied.



"Um...oh, she gave him her script from 'Alice in Wonderland' and made him act out some of the scenes from it. He was Alice, of course."



"That rotten little Mad Hatter!" I said.



She giggled at my little quip. "Oh...and she wouldn't let him walk at all. She made him skip everywhere he went around the house. Just like a very little girl might." And she took a deep breath and continued. "And about an hour before Mrs. Morris got home, Maggie sat him at the kitchen table and propped a makeup mirror in front of him so he could watch and she took out his pigtails and ribbons and set his hair in small pink rollers. His hair was just long enough to wind several dozen into it."



"You're kidding Penny! That little monster!!!"



"I wish I was kidding. And Michael really threw a fit over having his hair set."



"I don't blame him!" I said. "I hate rollers!"



"Yeah, I know how you hate wearing rollers in your hair Steph!" She replied with a little laugh. "Anyway, Michael just wouldn't stop complaining and arguing, so Maggie stuck a bar of soap in his mouth to shut him up and made him keep it there while she set his hair. And he finally settled down to his fate when she threatened to talk their mother into giving him a home permanent, so he'd have sausage curls and ringlets that would last for months!"



"Oh God Penny!" I yelled in frustration. "Why in the Hell didn't you stop her???"



Penny became defensive and upset. "I tried too Steph!!! I really did!!!" And she started to cry and moaned. "Being petticoated made Michael pretty obedient and easy to control. But his punishment turned Maggie into Ivan the Terrible!"



I laughed at her analogy, though I knew she didn't make it to be funny. She wasn't in a laughing mood at all now, so I backed off. "Listen Penny, I'm sorry I yelled at you. I really am!"



I heard her sniffle. "Oh, that's okay Stephie. I should have done more to stop her. It just would have been a lot easier if you had been there!!!"



Guilt trip time, I thought. Though now I felt that I probably deserved it. After all, Penny was always so wonderful to me...so kind and loving and helpful and giving!



"Michael's petticoat punishment ends tomorrow, right Penny?" I asked.



"Yes sweetheart!" And her voice sounded a little more perky.



"So he's back to normal next weekend???"



"Yes darling!!" She gleefully chirpped, sensing where I was headed. "So long as he behaves himself."



"And next weekend's your last work weekend, right HONEYBUNCH??" I mocked in jest.



"That's right SNOOKUMS!!!" She laughed.



I could almost see her grinning, pouty face through the phone. And I gave in. "Well CUPCAKE!!! I'll get my Grandma to let me help you babysit. I'll beg her if I have to!"



"Oh yes!!! Thank you. Thank you so much Steph!!!"



"That's okay Penny. You've sure helped me out a lot!"



And we had a lull in the conversation and I seized the opportunity. "Well, I still got a little algebra homework to finish up for school tomorrow Penny. I better go."



"I'm glad you're keeping up with your algebra Steph. I'll see you on the bus tomorrow morning." And she giggled. "I love you HONEYPIE!"



"I love you too...umm...ahh...oh, I can't come up with anything else! I'll see you tomorrow Penny." And I hung up the phone.



Later that night, as I laid in bed, I thought about our phone conversation and chuckled to myself. I was thinking, odd as it might sound, about "puppy love". I was familiar with the term from some stupid old song I'd heard and was even humming it over and over in my mind.



Penny really loved me and I truly felt the same way about her. But we were kids! Both just shy of our fourteenth birthdays. But Penny often acted as if we were ten years older. I knew girls matured faster than boys. But in terms of our relationship, I thought I was the more mature one. More mature, in the sense that I figured it had to be just puppy love. And I didn't think Penny was mature enough to see it that way. But I did so love all the puppy love!!!



On the bus ride to school Tuesday morning, I asked Penny. "Anything up with Michael? You seen him at all?"



"Yeah, I saw him and Maggie out waiting for their bus this morning, and yesterday morning too. And he was back to being 'Michael' again." And she laughed. "Though his hair was a little curlier than usual!"



"I'll bet." I replied.



"And last evening, he was out in his driveway shooting baskets and he looked like normal." She added.



"Well that's good Penny."



As the school week went by, I periodically asked Penny about the status of Michael. I very much did not want to help babysit two twin GIRLS again on the weekend.



On the Friday morning bus ride to school, I again asked her. "Is Michael still Michael?"



"Yup! As far as I know. Michael, and I do mean MICHAEL, was out in his yard playing last night." She said. "Though I didn't see either him or Maggie out waiting for their bus this morning."



That afternoon, as the bus pulled up to Penny's house, I said. "See you in the morning Penny."



"Yup!" She said, as she got up. And she smiled down at me. "Thanks so much again for helping me babysit the twins this weekend. I'm really glad you're gonna be there!"



"That's okay Penny. See yah then."



Midmorning on Saturday, I knocked on the Morris' front door.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part57

Penny opened the door and I stepped inside. Maggie was standing next to her. "Hi Steph, c'mon in. I'm glad you're here." Penny said, with a glum look on her face.

And before she could get another word out, Maggie piped in. "Hi Stephie, Michelle's in the family room in his playpen! C'mon." And Maggie sounded quite pleased to tell me this.

I looked at Penny in disbelief. "Michelle...playpen!!! God, what's up now Penny?"

She groaned. "A picture's worth a thousand words Steph. See for yourself."

I walked into the family room to find a playpen set up in the middle of it. And sitting in the middle of the playpen was Michael. He was whimpering.

I couldn't see his face. It was hung downward in shame. And the frilly pink baby bonnet he was wearing hid most of it anyway. But I could make out the pink binkie he was busily suc-king on. The pacifier had a pink ribbon that was attached to the front of the ultra prissy and frilly pink baby dress he was wearing. It had puffed sleeves, was embellished with lots of lace trim and ruffles, and its skirt was quite short. A mass of white, stiff net petticoats made the skirt very full. Matching pink anklets and baby booties completed his horrific punishment ensemble. Well, along with thick diapers and frilly, plastic lined rhumba panties. I couldn't actually see them, with the way he was sitting. But I didn't need to see them to know that they had to be there.

"Oh crap!!!" Was my initial reaction.

"Not yet!" Maggie giggled. "But he might be wet!"

I saw absolutely no humor in the little twit's remark and I glared at her and said very sternly. "Maggie, please go to your room and play with your dolls or something!"

Surprisingly, she obeyed without any arguing or comment. Not even an "oh poop". And she headed off upstairs.

Penny smiled and whispered to me. "It's the male presence thing."

"Yeah, right. " I said. "So what happened???"

"C'mon into the kitchen and I'll fill you in Steph."

As we stepped out of the family room, I looked back at the playpen to see Michael looking up at me. Whisps of curls were peeking out from under his baby bonnet and his face was swollen with tears. I never saw a more pathetic, forlorn little creature than Michael. Well except for me.

We sat at the kitchen table and Penny said. "I'm sorry Steph. I know you were expecting Michael to be MICHAEL! So was I. I was just as shocked as you when I came over this morning!"

"So what in the hell happened?" I asked.

"Well, I'll tell you what I know from what Mrs. Morris told me. And Maggie too."

"Didn't you think to ask Michael for his side of it all Penny?" I asked in a very snotty way.

"Hey, back off!" She replied crossly. "I can't ask him---Little Miss Smartie Pants!!! Babies can't talk!"

I was taken a little aback by her words, especially the "Little Miss Smartie Pants" part. She'd never scolded me before. And on top of that, she had scolded me like I was a very little girl, not Stephen, or Stephanie at least. But I guess I had it coming and I apologized. But I did it in a rather coc-ky, sarcastic way to make a point.

"I'm sorry for being such a LITTLE MISS SMARTIE PANTS Penny!"

She looked at me in shock for a second or two. But then it turned into a little smirk, as the gears in her brain started turning. "Sorry Stephen." She said softly, so only we could hear. "Poor choice of words on my part. Maybe it would have been better if I had called you a 'little prick' instead!" And she giggled and looked at me, seeking a similar reaction.

She got it...I laughed. "Yeah, little prick is better." And I thought for a moment and added. "Well, except for the 'little' part!"

She blushed. But our mood was lightened. And I asked. "So I suppose the gag order on Michael is Maggie's ruling."

"No, it's actually Mrs. Morris'. And he can't walk either! He's gotta crawl everywhere like a baby."

"Like a baby GIRL!!!" I corrected in disgust. "So what caused all this?"

"Well apparently Michael and Maggie got into another big fight over one thing or another on Thursday night. And Michael punched Maggie real hard again, only in the stomach this time."

"The little bitch...I mean snot, probably deserved it!" I said.

"Yeah, probably." Penny agreed. "But anyways, it really knocked the wind out of her AND, it caused her to wet her pants and..."

"Good!" I jumped in.

"Well not really Steph. That's the reason Mrs. Morris has him in diapers. Now HE has to wet himself!" Penny exclaimed. "But anyhow, on Friday morning I guess Maggie really complained about how her stomach still hurt from the punch and she felt like she was gonna throw up and..."

"And Mrs. Morris bought it hook, line and sinker!" I snarled.

"I'm sure you're right Steph." She said and continued. "So Mrs. Morris didn't send her to school. And Mrs. Morris had the day off yesterday, so she packed the twins into the car and dropped off Michael at school and she and Maggie went out shopping."

"That's why you didn't see the twins waiting for the bus Friday morning." I said.

"Yup! And they went shopping for the diapers and the baby dress and all the other baby girl stuff he's wearing. And when he came home from school, he became little baby Michelle! And he's spending the whole weekend as a little baby girl. And the toilet's off limits for him. But Monday morning, he'll go back to being Michael again." And Penny sighed and took a breath and added. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot. They also bought a home permanent kit...a Tonette. And they permed his hair. Now his sausage curls are permanent!"

"But how's he gonna go to school on Monday morning with a head full of permed sausage curls???"  I couldn't fathom that. "I mean, after last weekend's hair rollers, you said his hair had only a slight curl when you saw him during the week. But nothing really outrageous!"

"Yeah Steph. He looked pretty normal." Penny replied.

"Well even if Maggie keeps her big yap shut about everything at school, how's he gonna explain his SHIRLEY TEMPLE hairdo!!!" I asked.

"Well that's the carrot that's being dangled in front of him!"

"I don't follow you Penny." I said.

"Mrs. Morris promised him that if he behaves himself like a good little baby girl and accepts his punishment and does as he's told, she'll take an electric clipper to his hair on Sunday night and give him a buzz cut. He always gets one for summer anyways."

"Oh God! The poor kid!" I groaned. "And no toilet for him either!"

"Yup, he's got his diapers for that." Penny said with a sigh.

"Oh crap!!!" I said again.

"I hope not, for his sake and OURS!" And Penny wasn't making a joke.

I got up from the table. "I'm gonna talk to him Penny. See if I can make him feel a little better. Okay?"

"Sure. Good luck! He's really miserable."

"Oh God, I know exactly how he's feeling Penny!" I said.

"I know Steph." She consoled.

I went into the family room and knelt down in front of the playpen and rested my arms on the railing. He looked up at me in agony. "I got a good idea of how horrible all this is for you Michael." I told him. "I'll do what I can to help you get through it."

He couldn't reply, of course. He just suc-ked on his pacifier and sobbed.