Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp) by sissycaroline

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Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part58



I stood up, looked down at him and asked. "Do you want out of your playpen Michael?"



He shook his head up and down. "Okay then, climb on out." I told him.



As I walked for a seat on the couch, Penny joined us in the family room. "Maggie still up in her room Penny?" I asked.



"Yup." Penny said and she sat down next to me.



Michael crawled over in front of us and looked up. I shifted to my left to make space between me and Penny and said. "C'mon up and sit between us."



He climbed up between us, just as a real baby would do. And I untied his baby bonnet to examine his curls. The mass of tightly permed sausage curls and ringlets still glistened from the perm solution. And they still smelled of it too.



"What happened Thursday night?" I asked him. "Did you actually punch your sister in the stomach?"



He nodded "yes" and I took the pacifier from his mouth, leaving it dangling down the front of his baby dress. "It's okay to speak in front of me and Penny, so long as your sister's not around. But you gotta whisper Michael."



"Okay." He whispered.



"So why did you punch her?" I quietly asked.



He sniffled and moaned. "Maggie told me to ask my mother if I could dress up in her Alice outfit again this weekend. She said to tell mom that I really liked it and wanted to wear it again. And I told her no way!" And he sniffled again. "So Maggie said she'd tell everyone at school about how I wore it all last weekend if I didn't do what she said." And Michael took a breath. "And so I punched her!"



"Well I can't say that I blame you Michael. But if you don't want to go to school in your Shirley Temple hairdo, you know you gotta get through this weekend as a little baby girl and do as you're told!" I warned.



"Yeah, I know." He pouted. "But this is all just so awful. So embarrassing!"



Penny stood up and said. "Well, it's gonna be lunch time before long. I gotta get Maggie's lunch ready. And Michael's too!" And she headed for the kitchen.



The way Penny said it sounded odd. But I got up and said. "You better stick your binkie back in Michael and get back into your playpen. I'm gonna help Penny with lunch."



Michael crawled to his "baby prison", giving me a full view, for the first time, of his very thickly padded and ruffled behind.



"I'll help you with lunch Penny." I said, as I walked into the kitchen.



"Great, thanks!" She said. "Be a love and go down to the basement. There's an old highchair down there. Would you bring it up?"



"Oh geez Penny, not a..."



"Yup!" She interrupted. "I'm afraid so---Mrs. Morris' rule!"



Half an hour later, Penny and I sat at the kitchen table sipping cans of soda. We watched as Maggie chewed on her peanut butter and jelly sandwhich and spoon fed Michael from three jars of Gerber baby food sitting on the tray of the highchair that Michael had been squeezed into. Much of his "lunch" wound up on his face and his baby bib.



When his "main course" was done, Maggie laughed and asked. "Is widdle Michelle weady for her dessert now?"



He sobbed and groaned and shook his head "no" as Maggie unscrewed a baby jar of stewed prunes. "Yum yum Michelle!!! Open wide sweetie!" She giggled. "Gotta keep widdle baby nice and WEGULAR!"



Lunch ended with Michael's head in Maggie's lap on the couch in the family room, where he downed two full baby bottles of formula that Maggie had insisted on. And she ordered him back into his playpen, handed him a Teddy Bear to cuddle, and clicked on the TV.



Penny and I weren't surprised that Maggie seemed a lot more interested in watching her very full and bloated "baby girl" brother squirm and fidget in his playpen, than the stupid episode of "Full House" that she had channel surfed to on the TV.



And sure enough, within the hour, the bottles of formula and the jar of stewed prunes had Michael REALLY squirming in his playpen. He'd soon lose his battle with Mother Nature.



I wanted to, at least, spare Michael the indignity of wetting and messing his diapers in front of Maggie. And I wanted to deny Maggie the satisfaction of watching him do it.



"How about some ice cream Maggie!!!" I said very cheerfully, out of the blue. And I looked at Penny and raised my eyebrows and nodded toward the kitchen.



Penny caught my cue and chimed. "Yeah Maggie, I saw some mint chip ice cream in the freezer. It's your favorite! C'mon into the kitchen and I'll give you a big bowl of it!"



The stupid little snot took the bait thankfully and said. "Yeah great Penny!" And she eagerly skipped along for the kitchen behind Penny.



I got up and walked over to the playpen. Michael was on his hands and knees now, rocking a little back and forth and crying miserably. "I know you gotta do it Michael. And I feel awful for you." I whispered. "But at least you can do it while we're gone and no one's watching."



As Penny and Maggie and I sat at the kitchen table eating our ice cream, I thought about the horror Michael had to be going through in his playpen. And when Maggie's bowl was empty, she dashed back for the family room and Penny and I followed behind.



"Oh pew!!! Gross!!!" Maggie cried, as she caught a whiff of the very foul smelling air in the family room. "Michelle pooped his diapers!"



"Well what did you expect, you little shit!" I mumbled.



"Penny...Stephie just swore at me!!!" Maggie yelled.



"No she didn't. She called you a little 'twit' Maggie!" Penny quickly replied. And I marveled at how quick on her feet Penny was becoming.



"Well still, that's not nice!" Maggie pouted.



"Making your brother drink two bottles of baby formula and stuffing him with stewed prunes wasn't nice either Maggie!" Penny scolded.



"I'll take him upstairs Penny and get him cleaned up and into fresh diapers." I offered, though I really had no intention of me actually changing his gross, wet and poopy diapers. I'd "tutor" him on how to do it himself, like I did. And it would spare him the humiliation of having his messy diapers changed by a pretty girl who smelled good, as he had referred to me the weekend before.



"No, no, no!!!" Maggie yelled, as I headed toward the playpen pinching my nose. "My Mom said when he wets and poops his diapers, he's gotta wear them for at least an hour or more!"



"Oh God Penny, is that true???" I asked in disbelief.



"Yup, I'm afraid so ." Penny replied, with a disgusted frown on her face.



Well at least the weather was warm enough for Penny and me to open wide all the windows in the family room. And Michael sat in his mess in the playpen, bawling his eyes out in misery, until Maggie ordered him out of it and made him crawl around in an endless circle on the floor while she teased him with little mercy. The only positive thing about the whole ordeal was, at least, his diapers didn't leak.



When exactly an hour was up, I put an end to Michael's torment and told him to crawl upstairs for a diaper change.



"Oh poop!!!" Maggie complained. But I just ignored her and followed behind the stinky, pathetic "baby girl" as he crawled up the stairs in tears.



It took a long time and a lot of guidance and supervision from me to get Michael bathed and rediapered and redressed mostly on his own. But it was worth it. He was spared the humiliation of having his messy diapers changed by a girl and he'd know how to do it himself tomorrow if needed.



And Michael was very grateful. "Thanks for letting me do it on my own Stephie." He whispered as he hugged me. And then he added. "You really smell good Stephie!"



I laughed. "You don't smell so bad yourself now Michael!" And I fiddled with the skirt of his baby dress to get it all down around his petticoats and told him to head back downstairs.



He got down on his hands and knees to crawl but I stopped him. "You can walk down Michael, at least 'til you get back to the family room."



It was a little after four by now. Mrs. Morris was due home from work soon, thankfully. Without being told to, Michael crawled back to his playpen in the family room and climbed in and started to stack plastic colored blocks, one on top of another. I figured he was seeking refuge from his nasty sister in the confines of his "baby prison".



And he was left to himself, mercifully, as Maggie just colored in a coloring book on the couch.



Just after five, Mrs. Morris came home. I hadn't actually met Mrs. Morris so Penny introduced me and she thanked Penny and I for babysitting. As she searched through her purse for her wallet to pay Penny, she asked how things had gone. I didn't want to be involved in that conversation and I excused myself to walk over to the playpen.



I leaned down and whispered to Michael. "For your own sake Michael, don't get in any trouble tonight! Do as you're told so you can have those sausage curls buzzed off tomorrow night for school on Monday."



He looked up, suc-king on his binkie, and nodded "yes".



Outside, Penny asked. "Will you walk me to my door honey, before you head for home?"



"Sure Penny!" I smiled.



We walked and she headed us around to her back door. "Thanks Steph, you were a huge help. And you even changed Michael's diapers! "



"Not really Penny. " I confessed. "I taught him how to do it himself, like I sometimes have to do." And I blushed.



She giggled a little and joked. "Well, keep your diapers clean on your walk home Steph!" And she looked around to see that the coast was clear and she kissed me. "I love you Stephen." She whispered in my ear.



"I love you too Penny." I whispered back. "I'll be back tomorrow morning after church."

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part59



Sunday morning after mass, as Grandma and I pulled out of the church parking lot, Grandma said. "You know Steph, it's still pretty wet out after that big thunder storm we had last night. And still a bit overcast too."



"Yup, it sure was a noisy one!" I said.



"Yeah, it woke me up several times during the night." Grandma said. "But anyway, why don't you let me drive you to babysitting today?"



"Great, thanks Gram! But I'll probably be able to walk home. It's supposed to clear up this afternoon."



We got home and I quickly changed out of my "Sunday go to church" dress and stockings and heels and into something simpler for babysitting. And Grandma drove me to the Morris'.



I knocked on the door and Penny opened it, with a big grin on her face. "Hi Steph, c'mon in." She said, and then she lowered her voice to almost a whisper. "I got some news for you that I think you're gonna really enjoy!"



"Is Michelle, Michael now? No dress? No diapers?" I hopefully asked.



"I'm afraid it's not that Stephie. He's still Baby Michelle in diapers." She replied. "But anyhow, let's step outside for a minute so we can talk more freely. Michael's in his playpen and Maggie's at the kitchen table coloring some pictures for school. They'll be fine."



Outside, I asked. "So what's the good news Penny?"



"Well...Michael's not the only one wearing diapers today!!!" Penny exclaimed.



"What do you mean? Are you talking about me???" I stupidly asked, thinking she was cracking on me.



"Nooo silly!!!" She groaned. ""I'm talking about MAGGIE!!!"



"Maggie's in diapers!" I cried. "You gotta be kidding! That's just too perfect to be true!"



"I'm not kidding Steph!" Penny assured. "And she's got frilly diaper rhumba panties on too, just like her brother!"



"Oh my God! That's perfect!!!" I almost shouted. "So how'd this wonderful turn of events come about?"



"Well...let me pop back inside for a minute to check on the twins first. You stay here, I'll be right back."



And she returned in less than a minute. "So Steph...apparently Maggie's been prone to occasionally having accidents in her panties. She'll sometimes wet herself if something suddenly scares her or shocks or surprises her."



"Like Michael's punch to the stomach!" I said.



"Yeah Steph." She agreed and added. "I'm surprised the punch in her face, before that, didn't cause her to pee her pants. And this was all new to me this morning when Mrs. Morris told me. I'm surprised she never said anything about Maggie's problem before today. I'm mean, I'm her baby..."



"Okay, okay Penny! But why's she in diapers today?" I impatiently asked.



"All right!" She scorned. "Well you know that big loud thunderstorm we had last night?"



"Yeah."



"Well it scared the crap out of Maggie!" And Penny giggled at her own gaffe. "Well...I mean the pee out of her. She totally wet herself in bed last night. And this morning when Mrs. Morris discovered it...well...I guess she'd had enough of it all and put Maggie in diapers and plastic pants. She said it was for protection."



"Maybe more for punishment!" I said.



"Yup! That too, probably." Penny agreed.



"Well this is all just sooo perfect!" And I looked skyward and held my arms up and exclaimed. "Thank you God! Just perfect!!!"



Penny grimaced a little at my idiotic display and said. "Well it's not quite that perfect Steph! Unlike her brother, Maggie is allowed to use the toilet. The diapers are for protection, just in case."



"Still, I think it's GREAT Penny!"



"I knew you'd love it." She said. "But c'mon, we gotta get back inside to the twins."



As we headed into the house, I immediately started thinking about how I could take advantage of this golden opportunity.



Inside, in the family room, Michael sat in his playpen. He looked just like he had last night when Penny and I left. Only not quite as forlorn. I leaned down and said. "Be strong Michael. Less than one day to go. Remember...you don't want to have those awful sausage curls tomorrow for school!"



He nodded his head up and down.



In the kitchen, the little "sour puss" was still coloring her pictures for school. And she really was a "sour puss". Her face was bright red with anger and embarrassment. She looked like she was fit to be tied.



She was wearing one of her normal tops, a pale pink T-shirt sort of thing. It reached to just a little below the waistband of the wonderfully frilly and prissy, pink and white lace timmed and ruffled rhumba panties that covered her thick diapers. She wore just her pink slippers on her feet.



"Hi Maggie. " I said, with an intentional laugh.



"Hi Stephie." She snarled, with a tear trickling down her cheek.



I just left it at that.



Maggie's diapers turned out to be a real godsend for Michael. Maggie was just too distraught and too caught up in her own diaper dilemma to focus on tormenting "Baby Michelle". She largely just left him alone.



At lunch, she didn't argue at all when Penny and I let Michael "walk" into the kitchen and sit at the table and eat lunch with us. No highchair! No baby bib! No spoon fed baby food! But her spirits did pick up enough to feed him a baby bottle of formula on the couch in the family room. But only one! And beyond that, she really had nothing to do with her brother. Maggie just went upstairs to her bedroom to sulk. Today was a total polar opposite of yesterday. And I was very happy for Michael, who was content to just sit in his playpen in peace.



Just before two, Penny stood at the bottom of the stairs and called up."Maggie, why don't you come downstairs. I'm gonna bake some peanut butter cookies! And you can help! They're your favorite!"



"No!" Maggie shouted back. "I don't wanna!"



"Aw, c'mon Maggie. I need your help!" Penny coaxed.



"No!"



"You're not wet, are you?" Penny asked.



"NO I'M NOT!!!" Maggie shouted back.



Penny gave up with the shouting and walked upstairs. She obviously took pity on Maggie, which I totally couldn't understand. Maggie deserved to be in diapers and much worse, after all she had done to her brother lately. Maggie had eased up on him today. But if she wasn't in diapers and rhumba panties herself, she'd be teasing the crap out of him, literally! Penny's pity for Maggie made no sense to me. Maybe it was a "girl thing", I thought. One of the few "girl things" I hadn't acquired.



Well, Penny was a very convincing young lady, which I knew from experience. Because just after two, she and little "sour puss" were busy baking away in the kitchen.



I walked into the kitchen and asked. "Do you care if I go out to the backyard for some fresh air Penny? The weather's cleared up and Michael's fine on his own in his playpen."



"How are Michael's diapers Steph?"



"Still clean and dry!" I replied. And then I asked, just to annoy Maggie. "How are Maggie's diapers Penny?"



Maggie glared at me and made a face.



"She's fine Steph. Go on out and get some fresh air." Penny said. And then she thought a moment and asked. "Have you gone to the potty since we've been here Maggie?"



Maggie blushed with embarrassment and shook her head "no" and made another face.



"Well remember, you're to use it when you need too. You don't wanna go in your diapers Maggie! They're only for just in case!" She told her.



"I know! I will!!! I'm not gonna be a little baby girl in messy diapers like Michelle!" She snarled.



"A little baby girl in messy diapers" I thought, as I stepped into the back yard. That was just what I had in mind for little "sour puss". I had lied about wanting some fresh air. I just wanted to be alone so I could concentrate on figuring out a way to make Maggie go in her diapers. And time was running out. Mrs. Morris would be home in about three hours.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part60



I sat down to think at the picnic table in the yard. And before long, I noticed a couple of little field mice darting back and forth between the trash cans along side the back of the house.



"Oh my God!" I said to myself. "Perfect! If only I could..."



And I thought for a minute or two and got up and mumbled. "Yeah, that's it! That just might work."



I headed back inside. Penny and Maggie were busy at the kitchen counter placing little balls of cookie dough on a baking sheet.



"How's it going girls?" I asked, as I looked around the kitchen for what I wanted.



"Great Steph, we'll have some ready before too long and you can try them." Penny called over her shoulder.



I looked around some more. But no luck!



"It's getting warm outside. I need a drink." I said, as an excuse for being there.



As I walked to the fridge, I looked down into the trash pail next to it. "Yes!" I said out loud without realizing it.



"What'd you say Steph?" Penny called over her shoulder again.



"Oh nothin' Penny." I replied, as I grabbed a can of soda from the fridge. And I looked over to Penny and Maggie. They were still busy with the cookie dough, their backs still to me. I reached into the trash pail and picked up an empty peanut butter jar and quickly made my way back out to the yard.



I knew mice liked peanut butter. I'd seen my Father use it to bait mouse traps when we had a problem with the pesky little critters. I unscrewed the jar lid and there was still plenty left inside to attract a little mouse.



I pulled a picnic bench up close to the trash cans and sat down and set the peanut butter jar on its side in front of me. I leaned over it, holding the lid in one hand, and waited very patiently and very quietly. And I kept VERY still.



The wait was pretty long and really tedious. But I kept my vigil. And sure enough, after awhile, a little mouse came up and started sniffing the jar. And when it crawled inside enough, I pounced. I slapped the lid over the jar and screwed it on tight.



"Gotcha!" I said. And I was very pleased with my ingenuity.



The clock on the wall said 2:48 as I came back into the kitchen, holding the jar behind me. A little more than two hours until Mrs. Morris would get home.



Penny and Maggie were standing at the kitchen table, with their backs to me again, busy scraping cookies, just from the oven, off a baking sheet.



Perfect, I thought. Almost too perfect! The planets were all aligned for me today.



I kept my eyes glued on their backs as I quickly but quietly held the peanut butter jar in front of me and unscrewed the lid. I moved a little closer to them and took off the lid and released the mouse, just behind them.



I tossed the jar back in the trash and shrieked as girlishly as I possibly could. "Oh my God, a MOUSE!!! Watch out Maggie, it's right behind you!!!" And I jumped up on a chair in pretend fear.



They turned around and saw it and they both screamed even louder than me. And like me, they quickly hopped up onto chairs, shaking with fear.



"Do something Stephie!" Penny shouted. And she pointed to a small closet and cried. "There's a broom in there. See if you can swat it!"



"But it's gone now Penny! We scared it away!" I shouted.



"The hell it's gone Steph! It's over there by the sink!"



Maggie was wailing and shaking uncontrollably by now. And Penny wasn't much better. I got down off the chair and fetched the broom. The girls kept their places.



I tried to smack it, but it just scampered away every time. So I thought for a moment. And I took a cookie off the table and set it down near a corner of the kitchen.



"Shhh!!!" I said to Penny and Maggie, who were still shaking and crying, perched on their chairs. "You're scaring it."



They settled down, but only just a little. And I stood ready to strike in front of the cookie. It did take awhile, but finally the mouse approached the bait and started to sniff it. And I struck!



"Whap!!!" But I'd only stunned it. "Whap! Whap!!!" It was going down for the count. "Whap! Whap! Whap!!!" And the deed was done.



"You got it Steph! Good work!!!" Penny shouted. "Now get that awful thing out of here!"



I wanted to gross them out even more. Well, just Maggie really. So I picked it up by the tail and dangled it in front of them. "He's a goner!" I exclaimed.



"Ewwww!!!" They both screamed in unison. And I took it out to the trash.



I was back in a flash and they were both down off their chairs. Maggie's hands were covering her face and she was sobbing in misery. Penny was desperately trying to console her.



I washed my hands and walked over to them. And I was greeted by the awful smell of wet AND POOPY diapers. I'd hit a double! And the mouse hadn't died in vain.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part61



"Well c'mon Maggie. I'll take you upstairs and get you cleaned up and changed." Penny groaned.



I stopped her. "Hold up Penny. I thought you told me that Mrs. Morris said if Maggie used her diapers, she'd have to stay in them for at least an hour. Just like Michael!"



"No!!!" Maggie pleaded. And she covered her face with her hands again and sobbed some more.



Fortunately, Penny wasn't quick to reply. She just gave me a very puzzled look. So I raised my eyebrows and winked at her.



She caught my drift. "Hmmm!" She sighed, with a crooked, half hearted little smirk on her face. And I thought she wasn't going to go along.



"Well...yeah, you're right Stephie." Penny said.



I smiled and mouthed to her "thank you". Penny just rolled her eyes.



And Maggie shouted. "Oh poop!!! Please change me now Penny!"



"Good choice of words Maggie!" I sarcastically said.



Maggie just stomped her feet. And Penny looked at me and scolded. "Stop it Steph."



"Well what do we do with you now Maggie?" Penny said, really just thinking out loud.



"Listen Penny, I'm sure Michael needs a diaper change by now. I'll take him upstairs and get him squared away and Maggie can sit in the playpen." I suggested.



"No, not the playpen!!!" Maggie begged.



"Yeah Steph, that'll work I guess. Just be sure the windows are cracked open." She told me.



I went to the playpen. I could tell from the smell that Michael did indeed need a diaper change. I sent him upstairs, telling him I'd be up in a minute to supervize him changing his own diapers.



I hung back a minute or two just for the pleasure of watching Maggie climb into the playpen and sit down in her wet, messy diapers. And she was beside herself with anger and humiliation. She couldn't have been more miserable. And I'd more than achieved my goal.



One hour later, at quarter to five, Penny stood in front of the playpen. "Okay Maggie, I'll get you cleaned up and into fresh diapers now." Penny said, fanning her nose. "But before we head upstairs, I'm gonna make you a deal. If you don't tell your mother about the mouse in the house, I won't tell her about the mess in your diapers! If she finds out that you not only wet them, but pooped them too---well, who knows what she might do? Deal Maggie?"



"Okay Penny." Maggie sobbed. "Just get me outta these diapers!!!"



Michael took Maggie's place in the playpen and Penny and Maggie headed upstairs. I walked to the playpen and crouched down. "Just a few more hours Michael. You can do it!"



He pulled the pacifier from his mouth and whispered. "I will Stephie." And he smiled up at me. "Thank you. You're really pretty and you smell..."



"I know, I know." I cut him off and giggled. "And you smell good now too Michael." He really was a sweet kid. I'm sure a real girl would have given him a hug and a peck on the cheek. But with me, he had to go "hugless" and "peckless".



I sat on the couch and clicked on the TV and waited for Penny and Maggie to return. And I wondered why Penny made the deal about the mouse and Maggie's messy diapers. I'd love to have Mrs. Morris find out that Maggie had wet and pooped her diapers. Maybe she'd keep Maggie in diapers indefinitely. Send her to school in them even! But I wouldn't go against what Penny had said.



A minute after five, Penny and Maggie came into the family room. Despite her clean diapers and rhumba panties, Maggie was still a little "sour puss". And that, of course, put a smile on my face.



A few minutes later, Mrs. Morris got home. She and Penny settled up and Penny and I were on our way. As we walked over for Penny's back door, I said. "I gotta ask you something Penny."



"Oh really! Cuz I gotta ask you something Steph!" Penny exclaimed, as we reached her back door. She pointed to the bench on the back porch and said. "Sit down for a few minutes so we can talk. You have plenty of time to get home."



She sat down beside me and said. "Okay, you first Steph."



"Well, why did you make that deal with Maggie about the mouse and her messy diapers Penny? If Mrs. Morris knew about Maggie's mess, she'd probably keep her in diapers FOREVER!"



"Forever!!!" Penny laughed.



"Well you know what I mean. You let Maggie off the hook. Why so much sympathy for that little brat?"



"I didn't do it out of sympathy for Maggie! I probably have almost as little sympathy for her as you do Steph."



"Then why?" I asked.



"I did it so I wouldn't get in trouble with Mrs. Morris." She replied. "Despite the last few weekends, I don't wanna lose her as a babysitting customer. She pays well and I can use the money."



"But a mouse getting into the house isn't your fault Penny!" I argued.



"You're absolutely right Steph. It's not MY fault!!!"



She caught me off guard with that. And I probably looked like the cat who'd just swallowed the canary. And I gulped. "Ah...what...um...what do..."



"Aw c'mon Steph!" She broke in, with a little giggle. "I know you pretty well. And I know why you did it. But I can't begin to figure out how you did it."



"Did what Penny?" I was really grasping at straws now.



And she just out right laughed at me. "Oh God Stephie, it's a good thing I love you so much!" She said, shaking her head. "Okay Steph---HOW'D YOU GET THE MOUSE IN THE HOUSE? You know, you almost made me wet myself!" And she blushed.



"The peanut butter jar." I muttered, much shagrinned.



"The what???"



"I trapped it in the peanut butter jar that I found in the kitchen trash. And I brought it inside the house and let it out. I'm sorry Penny!"



She just rolled her eyes, so I continued. "But like you said Penny, it wasn't your fault. It was mine! I'd be the one in trouble if Mrs. Morris somehow thought or figured out that the mouse in the house was no accident. And that would never happen anyways."



"You never know Steph. I knew it was no accident. I knew you did it." And she took a deep breath. "And if Mrs. Morris somehow thought you did it, I'd lose her business. It's guilt by association Steph---you brought the mouse into her house, but I brought YOU into her house."



I knew it was time to put on the "adoring and very contrite" face and I did, genuinely so.



Penny shook her head again and rolled her eyes again. But she did it with a grin on her face. "To be honest Stephie, ninety percent of me applauds what you did. But the other ten percent wants to give you a good spanking!"



And she gasped and started to blush from embarrassment and fumbled for her words. "Did I just say that! I didn't mean it like I really want to spank---I mean, it's just a figure of speech---I'd never actually---please don't think that I'd---oh c'mon Steph, you know what I meant."



I have to admit to probably letting her dangle on the hook too long. But she was just so cute and sweet trying to wiggle off it. I looked around to be sure that no one would see and I kissed her behind her ear and said. "Relax Penny. I know YOU pretty well. I know you meant it as a figure of speech. Really!"



She smiled and looked around and gave me a quick kiss and whispered. "Thanks darling, I love you!" And then she raised her voice to just shy of a shout. "NOW WILL YOU PLEASE GO HOME!"



I laughed. "Will do. See ya on the bus Penny!"



"See ya on the bus Steph!"

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part62



Monday morning, I eagerly boarded the bus and sat down next to Penny. "Did you see the twins out waiting for their bus this morning???"



"Yup," was all Penny said.



"Well!!!"



"Well what Steph?" It was her turn to dangle me on the hook a bit.



"C'mon Penny! Michael? Sausage curls???"



She smiled. "Well let's just say his head looked like a fuzzy peach!" She giggled. "He got his buzz cut."



"Great!!! Thank God!"



"And I couldn't really tell for sure," Penny added with a grin. "but Maggie's dungarees looked a little bulkier around the waist than usual."



"You're kidding!"



"I don't really know Steph. She was too far away."



The next couple of weeks went by pretty quickly and, thank goodness, pretty uneventfully. No jobs babysitting the twins for Penny. And it was well into June now and school was winding down and graduation from Sacred Heart Academy was just around the corner. And best of all, in the Fall both Penny and I would be freshmen together at Truman High, the public high school in Johnsonville. And for the first time in over a year, I'd be Stephen again, permanently. Stephanie would be no more when summer was over.



Grandma bought me a new pretty dress for the graduation ceremony and offered to throw me a graduation party. I declined, since I'd only been at Sacred Heart for a short time. And besides, Penny would have a big party. She'd done K-8 there.



The graduation was held on the fourth Friday of June and it was really just a very small, simple affair. Not like a high school or college graduation. And it was probably for that reason, that Grandma didn't press me to invite Dad and my stepmother and Laura. And that was fine with me.



After Penny's party that evening, when all the other girls had gone home, Penny and I just quietly sat alone on her back porch enjoying the warm, early summer evening.



"A penny for your thoughts Steph!" Penny said.



"A Penny!" I replied with a little sigh. "I'd love a Penny for my thoughts."



She gave me a curious look and asked. "What do you mean Steph?"



I looked around to be sure we were truly alone and took a deep breath. "Penny? Next Fall when I'm Stephen again, will you still---well---will you still love me like you do now???"



She thought a moment and said. "No Steph." And for a millisecond, my heart sank a mile until she added. "I'll love you even more!!!"



And she smiled and kissed me. "But only on one condition darling." And she chuckled and took my hand. "Only if we can play dressup every once in a great while! Please?"



"Aw Penny, not that!" And I argued my case with. "Besides, I won't have my long hair!" And I tossled my ponytail.



"Well don't get a buzz cut like Michael!" She laughed, though I knew she was serious.



I groaned, but gave her a little grin. "Well only if it's only every once in a great, GREAT while Penny!"





She smiled back. "That's a deal Stephie." She agreed with a shake of my hand. And then she thought some more and asked. "Speaking of Stephen, how are you gonna explain it all?"



"What do you mean Penny?"



"Well, where's Stephanie gonna go all of a sudden? And why? And how come Stephen's gonna pop up out of the blue? And what about their resemblance?"



"Oh Penny, I already got that all planned out. It's easy. I'm a pro at that sort of thing, believe me!"



"Yeah, I believe you Steph, but so how are you going to pull it off?" She asked.



"Well, Stephen and Stephanie are twins Penny."



"Twins!" She exclaimed.



"Yeah---like Michael and Maggie. Those two look an awful lot a like!"



"Yeah but..."



I cut her off. "Anyway, Stephanie goes back to live at home with her parents and it's Stephen's turn to come live with his grandmother. And start school at Truman."



"Yeah but what about our relationship, Stephanie to Stephen?" Penny asked.



"Well, you'll be heart broken that your best friend is gone, of course. But you'll meet her twin brother Stephen at school and we'll strike up a relationship and play it from there."



Penny raised her eyebrows in doubt and said. "It''ll be tricky to pull off Steph!"



"Not if we both play our parts Penny. We'll take it slow."



"Well, I gotta admit that it'll sure be nice to not have to hide our affections in public Steph. We can truly be boyfriend and girlfriend!"



"Me too Penny, I can't wait!" And I reached into my purse for my cell phone. "Well I better call my Grandmother now to come get me. It'll be dark soon and she prefers to not drive after sunset."



"Hold on Steph, I got something else to tell you." And she didn't look happy about it. "Call her and tell her my Mom or Dad will drive you home. My parents won't mind."



After I called Grandma, I asked. "So what's up Penny?"



She had a tear in her eye. "Steph, I'm afraid I got some bad news. Remember awhile back, I told you my parents were thinking of sending me to Camp Sunnyvale for the summer!"



"Oh God no!!!" I gasped.



She nodded her head up and down and burst into tears. "I leave this Tuesday and won't be back 'til the end of August!"



"Oh Hell!" I exclaimed. "We won't get to spend the summer together!" And I was such a girl by now that I started to bawl too. And I took some tissues from my purse for me and Penny.



Penny whispered. "Well maybe you could go with me for the summer to Camp Sunnyvale too Steph!" She was grasping at straws.



I dried my eyes and said. "Oh Penny, I can get away with being Stephanie here. But an entire summer living at a camp for girls, REAL girls---no way I could pull that off!" And I didn't need to tell her that there was no way I wanted to even go near Camp Sunnyvale and, especially, it's next door neighbor, Camp Sissy Curls.



"Well could you come visit me there with my parents when they come? Please!" She sobbed.



"I can't! A lot of the girls that'll probably be there will know me from last summer and blow my cover in front of your parents. I'm sorry Penny!" And I sure didn't want to risk running into the likes of maybe Lisa or Sally Jo Reynolds.



We just sat silently in tears for a couple more minutes until I said. "C'mon Penny, ask your mom or dad to drive me home. I better get going."



"But when will I see you again Steph?" She asked in panic. "I want us to spend as much time together before I leave on Tuesday!"



"Oh definitely Penny! You can count on that! I'll call you in the morning."

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part63



I called her Saturday morning and she came over to spend the afternoon and evening. And we really didn't do a whole lot. We both just kind of moped around in pity and sorrow.



Grandma knew by now about Penny and camp and at supper time, probably to pick up our spirits, offered to take us out for dinner.



"Okay Grandma, just not that Perkins we went to the last time." I said. "Or anything around it in that area!"



"Sure Stephie." Grandma agreed. "If you feel like a little Italian girls, there's an Olive Garden not too far, just off the interstate." And she looked at me. "And it's in the OPPOSITE direction Stephie!"



"Yeah, that sounds good Grandma." And Penny agreed.



"Well get cleaned up a bit girls and we'll go when you're ready."



Penny looked down at herself to see the old, worn and faded top and ratty shorts and beat up sandals she was wearing. I guess she'd dressed to suit her mood.



"Oh, maybe we better make it a McDonald's drive thru or something Mrs. Crandall." She groaned. "I look like a slob!"



Grandma thought for a second and said. "Not a problem Penny. Stephie can give you something of her's to wear!"



"Yeah Penny!" I confirmed.



As we headed upstairs, Grandma called. "Separate rooms girls and protection for you Stephie! And for heaven's sake Steph, be sure to make good use of the toilet first! Remember the last time the three of us went out to dinner."



"Yes Grandma!" I crossly yelled back in embarrassment.



"Yes Mrs. Crandall." Penny said sweetly, with a giggle.



And in the upstairs hallway, Penny begged and pleaded. "Please Stephie! Please, just one last time!!! Do it for me!"



"Aw geez Penny!!!" I groaned.



Grandma wasn't surprised when, after almost an hour, the exact same two pretty, little eight year old girls she'd taken to Perkins pranced into the living room holding hands.



Grandma laughed. "I figured that was what you two were up too when you were taking so long to get ready!" And she straightened one of the bows in Penny's braid loops and smoothed the back of my dress over my petticoats and said. "But I do so enjoy taking the two prettiest little girls I've ever seen out to dinner!"



Penny curtsied. "Thank you Mrs. Crandall."



As we headed out the door, Penny stopped and said. "I'm sorry. Will you hold on? I forgot to use the bathroom. I'll just be a minute!" And she hurried toward the stairs and I followed right behind her.



At the top of the stairs, I stopped her. I knew, like the last time, she was planning to diaper up like me, in case I had an accident in mine again.



"Hold on Penny, you don't need diapers!" I told her.



"Are you sure Steph?" She asked.



"Yes, I'm sure Penny! I won't have any accidents."



"Okay then, if you're sure!" She said in relief. "Going in my diapers last time was really gross!"



Yeah, tell me about it, I thought.



Dinner at the Olive Garden was pretty uneventful. Just the usual gushing by ladies over two pretty, prissy little girls. And I had no need of my diapers at all.



Sunday morning after mass, I walked to Penny's to spend the afternoon and evening with her. It would be our last day together before she went to camp. She'd be busy all day Monday with her mom, shopping and packing for Sunnyvale on Tuesday.



Like Saturday, we didn't do much more than commiserate over her spending the entire summer at camp. That is until after dinner anyway! Mr. and Mrs. Lane took her brother shopping for something he wanted. And Penny and I didn't have to go. We'd have a couple of hours to ourselves. And we made the most of it!



We spent that time in her bedroom, passionately making out. And Penny even took off her blouse and bra. And she was gorgeous! And she spent a lot of time with her hand in the front of my diapers! But we didn't go any further than that. We were good Catholic schoolgirls after all!



And I did wet my diapers this time! Twice actually!! But not with pee.



When we heard the sound of the Lane's car in the driveway, we quickly straightened ourselves up and headed downstairs. We greeted them and made our way out to the back porch for privacy.



"Listen Penny." I warned. "If you meet a girl named Lisa or Sally Jo at camp, avoid them like the plague!"



"Okay Steph, I will."



"And keep away from Camp Sissy Curls, as best best you can! Avoid those poor boys! I don't want you to see what I went through!"



"Okay Steph, I understand."



"But if you do run across them Penny, be kind!"



"Definitely Steph!!!" Penny said and she paused, with crocodile tears streaming down her face. "I'm gonna call you as much as I can Steph. And write you every day! Please write me back!"



"Of course I will Penny!" And I kissed her. And we just sat silently for a few more minutes, holding hands.



And it was getting late by now. And the ride home in the Lane's car was a real tear jerker for the both of us!

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part64

Monday morning at the breakfast table, Grandma said. "I have some...well...probably some bad news for you Stephie."

"You're not sick, are you Grandma?"

"No sweetie, nothing like that." And she hesitated, not eager to continue.

"Well what then Grandma?" I asked.

"Well...after breakfast, we have to go upstairs and get you packed." She said, with a very sad look on her face.

"Packed!!!" I cried. "Oh God no! I'm not going back home to live, am I??? I can't go back there! And I can't go to school there!!!"

"No Stephie, you're not going home!" She exclaimed. "THIS is still your home! And you're still going to Truman High as Stephen in the Fall. I promise you!!!"

I was in a state of panic. "Well why do I need to pack then???"

Grandma sighed. "Well...I'm afraid your Dad and stepmother are picking you up tomorrow morning to take you back to Camp Sissy Curls for the summer."

"Nooooooo!!!!!!!" I screamed.

THE END