Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp) by sissycaroline

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part17



I didn't really hear much from Sally Jo again until the middle of the second week of school. Sure, I got my share of "grins" from her and one time when she passed me in the hall, she gave me a mock curtsey and blew me a kiss. But I just ignored that.



But after lunch on Wednesday, there was again a pink envelope stuck in the vent of my locker. It read: "If you want to earn another video, meet me after school today at 3:20 at my locker."



I certainly didn't WANT to earn another video, but I knew I HAD to. And I met her at precisely 3:20.



"Right on time." She beamed. "Got another shopping errand for you at Walgreens on your way home."



"Oh God no! Please no!" I protested.



"Oh relax sweetie. It's nothing girly. And it's nothing I'm sure you haven't bought before." She said. "In fact, it's something for you! How much money do you have? Cuz since it's for you to keep, then it's for you to pay for."



I looked in my wallet. "About eighteen bucks."



"That's plenty." And she reached into her purse and pulled out another small paper bag. And I gulped in fear as she placed it in my hands.



"Here, go to the boys lavatory and put in on under your pants. It's nothing new to you, believe me."



A few minutes later, I emerged from the lavatory wearing a single Depends disposable under my underwear and pants. And Sally Jo patted my behind to feel and hear its crinkle. At least, I thought, it was better than wearing her raunchy panties. And a single diaper wouldn't show a bulge under my pants.



"Good sweetie!" She chuckled. "No need for a shopping list. You're getting only one thing---a package of Depends for yourself."



"But why?" I asked.



"Well, I sure you have a need for them! Now get going. I'll follow behind." And she gave me a little shove.



When we got off school property, she called from behind me. "Hold up there Stephen." And she caught up to me and said. "Now, wet yourself babycakes."



"Please no Sally Jo! Please no!" I cried. "Besides, I don't need to pee."



"Oh yes you do, if you want another video!" She answered with an evil grin.



In truth, I did have a slight need to pee but nothing urgent. And I knew, from experience, that a single Depends disposable wouldn't contain a lot of wetting. And I pleaded again. "Please don't make me wet myself!"



"Perhaps you'd like me to have you poop your diaper too!" She scolded.



"No, no---no!" I said.



"Well then, get going with the water works babycakes. Pronto!"



I slowly, exercising as much control as I could, began to wet myself. I didn't want a huge flood that would over saturate my Depends and cause an immediate leak.



After about a minute, I was done. And I saw no wet stain, thankfully, in the front of my pants. "I did it." I moaned to Sally Jo in humiliation.



She sniffed the air in front of me. "Yup, I think I detect a slight scent of urine. Good baby!" And she laughed and added. "Do you need to poop your diapers too sweetie?"



"No thank you."



"Well then, back on your way." And she patted my behind.



But about a block later, I looked down in horror to discover a small, wet spot forming in front crotch of my pants. I gasped and immediately covered it with my school books. I knew I looked silly holding my books like I was. But it was my only alternative. As I walked, the spot got bigger and bigger. By the time we reached Walgreens, it was about the size of a softball.



Sally Jo stopped me at the entrance. "I'll hold your books for you while you get your Depends." And she grabbed them from my hands. And she glanced down at my wet spot and then coldly looked back up at me and said. "Perfect!!!"



"Please, I want my books back." I begged.



"I said, I'd hold your books for you!" She snarled.



Inside Walgreens was pretty much a blurr for me. I knew, from experience, what aisle to head for and I made a quick dash for it to the sound of laughter and giggling. I kept my eyes pretty much glued to the floor to avoid eye contact. I hoped nobody from school was in there. It didn't sound like it anyways.



I grabbed a package of Depends and was glad for it to cover my wet spot. That made me feel a little better and I quickly glanced about. Lots of tittering, laughing and giggling people. But, at least, no one I knew it seemed.



I got in line at the checkout. Two people ahead of me. An old lady who took forever fumbling with her pocketbook for exact change and then a mother, with her little daughter in tow.



"Mommy." The little girl whispered. "He wet his pants."



"Hush Amy, mind your own business." Her mother scolded.



When my turn finally came, I plunked the Depends on the counter. It was the same cashier as last week's shopping errand.



"Well, you again!" She chortled. "Looks like you've made a wise and prudent purchase this time young man!"



I said nothing and just paid and got out of there as quickly as I could.

Sally Jo followed behind me carrying my books. I carried my package of Depends in front of the crotch of my pants. I had been in such a hurry to get out of Walgreens that I hadn't asked for a bag for them. So now, I walked displaying my purchase to the world. But it was better than displaying my wet pants to the world.



As we reached my block, neighbors and kids were out and about and looked curiously at my package of Depends. In front of my house, Sally Jo handed me my school books and the video and said. "One more to go sweetie!"



I headed for the front door, hopeful that the coast would be clear.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part 18



I stepped inside and my hopes were immediately dashed. Stepmother was sitting in the living room reading and sipping a cup of tea and Laura was on the couch watching cartoons.



She looked up from her magazine. "Hi Stephen." Then with a look of confusion, she added. "Why'd you buy diapers? We have plenty!" And she got up and before I could stop her, she took the Depends from my hands. And she gasped. "Oh Stephen!!!"



Laura looked up from the TV and laughed. "Sissy boy wet his pants! Sissy boy wet his pants!"



"Shut up Laura!" Stepmother scolded and turned her attention back to me. "Stephen, go upstairs and take a bath and get into your diapers and Stephie things and come back down and put your wet clothes in the washing machine. I'll do your braids and ribbons for you and we'll talk about your little accident."



"Yes mommy." I said with tears streaming down my face.



I stopped in the kitchen to pick up a plastic kitchen trash bag to put my wet diaper and video in and headed upstairs.



Half an hour later, I was clean and freshly diapered and all "Stephied" up. I tossed the wet Depends in the trash bag. I cued up the video in the VCR. It was authentic. Put it in the trash bag, twist tied it and headed downstairs. I tossed the bag in the garbage outside and made my way to the living room.



"You look very pretty Stephie. You put on one of my favorite dresses of yours." Stepmother said. "Now c'mon into the kitchen and I'll do your braids and ribbons and we'll talk about your little accident."



"Some little accident!!!" Laura shouted from the couch.



"Mommy, please stop her!" I cried. "I've had an awful afternoon."



"Yes, you're right Stephie." And she yelled at Laura. "One more word from you Laura and it's diapers and dresses and braids and ribbons for you too!"



Laura said no more. As stepmother braided my hair, I didn't dare explain the true circ-umstances that led to my "little accident". I simply said that I didn't realize that I was wetting myself until it was too late and my first thought was "diapers at Walgreens".



"Well Stephie," stepmother consoled, "it's actually not all your own fault. You spend most of your time wearing and using diapers. You're so used to them that I could see how you might forget when you're not in them and have an accident."



I said nothing in reply and just cried.



She wiped my face with a tissue and kissed me on the forehead. "It's okay sweetie pie. Mommy has a solution for any future little accidents."



She was done with my braids and tied a pretty ribbon in each to match my dress and turned me around in my chair to face her. Then she pulled a kitchen chair in front of me and sat down and fondled my braids.



"Now Stephanie, hear me out before you start arguing and complaining. What I'm gonna say will make sense and is in your best interests. And it's NOT a punishment. Okay?"



"Okay." I sniffled.



She wiped my nose with a tissue. "Stephie, from now on when you go to school, I want you to wear a Depends, just one, under your underwear and pants."



"But mommy!!!" I cried.



"Just hear me out honey. I don't expect or WANT you to use it. I expect you to use the lavatory like normal. But it will be there as protection if you forget yourself and have a little accident."



"Oh mommy!!! No!" I sobbed.



"Shhh!!!" She gently scolded. "No one will know it's there. There will be no bulge. One diaper's too small for that."



"But the crackle!" I said.



"Nonsense. No one's gonna be listening and hear that. No one will know. I promise. Trust me. It's for your own good." And she held my hands. "Understand Stephie? I'm not punishing you. I'm protecting you."



I knew she was truly looking out for my best interests but had no way of knowing that a disposable diaper wasn't really necessary.



I shook my head up and down and sniffled again. "Yes mommy."



"That's my girl!" And she gave me a hug.



But our "tender" moment was quickly interrupted by the sound of Laura's voice. She'd been listening outside the kitchen entrance. "Ha, ha! Ha, ha! Sissy boy's gonna wear diapers to school!"



Well, the only good thing to come out of the whole situation of today was that a minute or two later, I stood in the living room with stepmother seated on the couch and a crying and kicking and screaming Laura across her knees with pants down around her ankles. Stepmother kept Laura's panties in place (I was glad for that) as she gave her ten hard whacks with a hairbrush.



And better yet, about half an hour later, after much yelling and screaming and crying and commotion; a very forlorn and contrite and red faced Laura walked downstairs from her bedroom with stepmother following behind. And Laura was decked out in the frilliest and prissiest concoction I owned. And massive, bulging diapers encased in my frilliest diaper rhumba panties peaked out from under the mountain of petticoats she was wearing under the dress. The ribbons in her braids, of course, matched the dress perfectly.



"I'm gonna keep you dressed like that Laura until you thoroughly wet and poop your diapers. Even if it means you have to stay like that all night and miss school tomorrow!!!" Stepmother yelled.



"I hate you!" Laura screamed and stompted her feet. "I hate the both of you!"



Well, there was a downside to it all, though. Mother Nature soon took its course for both me and Laura. Because, not long after dinner, both she and I totally wet and pooped ourselves.



Dad, who was home by now of course, quickly grew weary of the stink of two little baby girls in the house. It was a warm night with a gentle breeze and he set the playpen up outside on the back deck. "You two stinky babies can just sit outside in the playpen until bedtime so we can have some fresh air in here!"



Laura and I spent the next hour sitting, mostly speechless, in the playpen outside on the deck; suffering the stink of our own and each other's poopy diapers. I felt like I was in the Diaper Derby back at Camp Sissy Curls.



"I'm gonna make you pay for this sissy boy!!!" Laura snarled, just before we were brought back inside from our stinky prison for bedtime.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part19



The next school day, and those afterward, I dutifully put a Depends on under my underwear and slacks as stepmother had insisted upon. But I wasn't stupid. I didn't really need it. As soon as I'd get to school, I head for the boys lavatory and take it off, stuff it in my book bag and hide it in my locker. Then I'd put it back on at dismissal. No "crinkle" noise during the day. And no worries about changing into my phys. ed. clothes in the locker room.



And it wasn't until the end of the third week of school, Friday, that a pink envelope appeared in the vent of my locker again summoning me to earn my last video.



"Hi sweetie. Right on time as always!" Sally Jo gushed. "Ready to earn the last video?"



"Is it really the last video?" I skeptically asked.



"Yup. It really is. I promise. No more videos after this one."



I gulped. "Okay then."



"Well, c'mon." And she took my hand. "One last trip to Walgreens."



I pulled my hand from her's. "No, not again!"



She took me by the hand again and warned. "You know you don't have a choice."



She was right, of course. Unlike before, she walked along beside me holding my hand. We must have appeared like boyfriend and girlfriend. Under normal circ-umstances, I'd have been thrilled. She was really quite cute! But now, I certainly was not thrilled.



Just off school grounds, she stopped and let go of my hand. "Man, it's really hot and humid. Gotta be in the mid eighties."



She was right again. We were experiencing an Indian Summer. She wiped her brow with the back of her hand and reached into her purse and took out a small, elastic band. She gathered up her long, straight sandy hair in a bunch. She brought it up to the crown of her head and secured it there in a long, perky ponytail with the elastic band.



"Much better. " She sighed. "A lot cooler this way." And she shook her head tossling her ponytail back and forth.



Then she reached back into her purse and took out another elastic band and looked at me with a devilish grin.



My great pleading fell on deaf ears, of course. Because a minute later, the crown of my head sported a long, perky, girlish ponytail just like hers. And there was nothing I could do to hide it. It wouldn't have been so bad if she had tied it at the nape of my neck. Guys with long hair often had ponytails hanging from there. But from the top of my head! Well, that was definitely "girlie" and definitely her intent.



As we walked along, hand in hand, I got lots of weird looks and laughs from people who saw me. "Geez Crandall!" Called one kid from my social studies class. "I always thought your hair was a bit girlie but that's just downright SISSY!"



"It's hot!" I lamely called back. "I'm just trying to keep cool."



Another kid from my phys. ed. class teased. "God, Crandall. Gonna be wearing a pretty dress next?"



The teasing and laughter was awful. But it was soon to get even worse, after we entered Walgreens. We walked to the aisle of hair care products and accessories. Sally Jo searched the rack of hair accessories and took off a large, pink, clip-on hair bow and a pair of pink hair barrettes. I moaned loudly and started to tear up.



She handed them to me with a five dollar bill. "Here you go sweetie. It's my treat!"



Some treat, I thought.



Naturally, the same cashier as both times before greeted me and chuckled. "Well, you're becoming quite a regular customer here. But at least you're dry!" And she picked up the hair bow and barrettes to scan them and eyeballed my ponytail and added. "Nice touch honey!" And I heard Sally Jo giggle from behind me.



Outside Walgreens, I cried as Sally Jo fixed the large, pink hair bow to my ponytail and clipped a barrette to each side of my head. And, as I said before, the rest of the walk home was even worse. Tons of curious, odd looks from passersby. Looks of wonder really---wonder about whether I was really a boy or a girl.



But as we reached my neighborhood, the looks weren't looks of wonder. They were looks of disbelief. Disbelief at the sight of Stephen Crandall walking down the street wearing a perky ponytail and a pink hair bow and barrettes. Neighbors, kids just gawked at me and pointed and laughed. Mr. Horton, who lived across the street and was out at his mailbox, laughed and called over. "Hey Stephen! What's up? Did you lose some kind of a bet or something?"



Eureka, I thought. "Yeah! You got that right!" I chuckled. "I lost a stupid bet. Dumb me!"



"I should think so!" He called back.



At the sidewalk to my front door, Sally Jo gave me the last video. Then she straightened my hair bow and giggled. "Perfect! See you in school sweetie." She watched me until I entered the house to make sure I didn't undo any of my girlie hairdo.



I peeked inside and saw no one. But I'd gotten only two or three steps inside when Laura came bounding downstairs and into the living room  for the couch and TV. "Oh my God!" She cied. "Mom, come see Stephen!"



I started to dash for upstairs just as stepmother came from the kitchen.



"Oh Stephen!!!" She gasped. " Why on earth is your hair like that???"



I stared at the floor and sniffled and mumbled. "I lost a bet."



"What???"



"I lost a STUPID bet with someone at school!" I said, almost in a shout now.



"Stupid is putting it mildly!" She yelled. "A boy in a ponytail and hairbow is stupid. But a boy who is trying to keep secret his other life as Stephie---well that's just plain, damn ridiculous! What were you thinking???"



"I don't know." I sobbed. "I didn't think I'd lose the bet."



"Yeah, well you may have lost a lot more than a bet!" She warned. "What an idiotic thing to do Stephen! Now go upstairs and diaper up and get into a dress and petties. And make it a pink dress, to match your hair bow and barrettes. You can just keep your hair like it is for tonight so your father can see it."



"Yeah, it looks cute like that!" Laura taunted.



As I diapered myself and pulled on rhumba panties and petticoats and a pink dress, I thought about what my stepmother had said. But I could get away with it, if I just stuck fast to my story about "losing a bet".



Before I headed back downstairs, I checked the video in the VCR. It was the Real McCoy. At least, I finally had them all now. Why, I don't know, but I didn't throw it away. Instead, I hid it in a box of old toys on the top shelf in my closet. Maybe I'd need it in the future as evidence if I ever wanted to bring a law-suit for child abuse against Camp Sissy Curls or my parents or somebody! I knew that wouldn't really happen, but for some reason, I felt the need to hang on to it.



When dad got home, he was just as dumbfounded as stepmother about my situation. I just cried with much embarrassment as he, pretty much, just reiterated everything stepmother had said to me. I knew it would be a challenge to explain myself in school and the neighborhood.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part20



I spent the next couple of weeks, in both school and the neighborhood, doing "damage control" on my so-called image, such as it was. I received a good amount of comments and questions and taunts and teasing about the ponytail and hair bow. But I responded to them, light heartedly and jokingly, with the excuse of "losing a dumb bet". And my little ploy seemed to go over reasonably well, because by mid October, the whole matter seemed to be pretty much history. I'm sure some people still viewed me as being a little weird, sissy even. A bit "fruity" perhaps. But that was okay. I had always been a loner, had no real friends, was normally paid little attention to. The situation seemed quickly forgotten in my anonymity. Of course, I'd never step foot in Walgreens again!



Thankfully, Sally Jo left me alone. Not even "grins". I had, afterall, earned all the videos. She couldn't hold them over my head anymore.



On Friday of the third week in October, as I got into my "Stephie" persona after school, I felt a sense of relief. The humiliations of earning my videos were behind me and, hopefully, forgotten by those who had witnessed them. My secret life as Stephanie was still in the closet, literally and figuratively. Even being Stephanie was, by now, pretty routine; though I still hated it with a passion. Especially the diapers! And even Laura had backed off on me a lot. Her spankings and her times in sissy outfits and wet, poopy stinky diapers must have done the trick.



I walked downstairs, fixing my dress over my petticoats, and made my way to the kitchen for a soda. Stepmother was sitting at the kitchen table sorting through the mail. She looked up and smiled. "Very pretty Steph!"



"Thanks mommy." I replied as I opened the fridge.



"How was school sweetheart?"



"Fine."



"How about your ridiculous ponytail and hair bow bet???" She asked. "Getting a lot of flak about that?"



"No." I replied. "That's pretty much a dead issue now."



"Well, you're lucky Stephanie. You dodged a bullet. Don't you dare do anything so stupid like that again!!!" She warned.



"I won't mommy. " I said, as I sat down at the table.



"Mrs. Bates called this afternoon wanting to set up a play date for you and Constance. I told her I'd bring you by tomorrow after lunch."



"Awe mommy!" I groaned. But my groan actually turned into a little grin when I looked at stepmother and saw the gleam in her eyes and a smirk on her face. We were both thinking the same thing---we'd see "Master Bates" there. It had become an inside joke to us.



"Any mail for me?" I asked.



"Nope." And then she thought again. "But that reminds me. Do you know a girl from school named Sally Jo Reynolds?"



I gagged a little on my soda and thought quickly and replied. "No I don't. I've never heard of her." I surely didn't want stepmother to know of my "relationship" with her. "Why do you ask?"



"Well, stuffed in with the mail was this flier advertising her babysittting services. And apparently, she doesn't live that far from here and goes to your school."



I scanned the flier. It explained that she was available for babysittting. It said that she was fourteen, very reliable, well experienced, had taken babysitting classes at my school and had references. And it gave her address and phone number.



"She must have put them in all the mailboxes around here." Stepmother said. Neither of us had any way of knowing that our mailbox was the only one to receive this flier. "She sounds capable!" Stepmother added, as she got up from her seat and stuck it on the refridgerator with a magnet.



I gasped in horror!

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part21



Over the weekend, I'd cringe every time I went to the refridgerator for something and saw Sally Jo's flier. I thought about taking it down and throwing it out but figured stepmother would know I'd done it. Could stepmother seriously be considering taking advantage of Sally Jo's babysitting services? But that didn't make sense to me. I mean, Sally Jo and I were in the same grade. And I had actually babysat Laura a number of times last Spring, before I was Stephanie. What could stepmother be thinking???



Much to my extreme dismay, I found out the following Tuesday evening just after dinner. I was sitting on the couch reading an American Girl Magazine (required reading for me by stepmother) and stepmother was busy in the kitchen washing the dishes. Dad had taken Laura to the store for some supplies for a science project she had in school.



The front doorbell rang. "Steph honey!" Stepmother called from the kitchen. "Could you get that? I'll be out in a second."



I got up and tugged my dress back down over my petticoats and went to the door. And my jaw dropped when I opened it.



"What are you doing here?" I growled quietly so stepmother wouldn't hear.



All Sally Jo had time for was a "grin" before stepmother came to the door, drying her hands with a dish towel. "Hi, you must be Sally Jo. Please come in."



"Yes I am." She replied.



"Thank you for coming. I'm Mrs. Crandall and this is my lovely niece Stephanie. She's eight years old." She said, as she adjusted a ribbon in one of my braids.



When I said nothing in reply, stepmother scolded. "Please greet her like a proper young lady Stephie."



I winced and girlishly curtsied to her and said only "hello". And I had no idea why, but I felt my weiner stiffen in the front of my diapers. It had to be because she was really cute, I figured. Strange as it may sound, being seen now by Sally Jo at home as Stephanie was incredibly embarrassing and humiliating. Sure, she had seen me in very embarrassing circ-umstances when I was "earning" my videos. Afterall, she was responsible for those situations. And she had seen me as Stephie at least once that I knew of, at Office Depot buying my calculator.



But standing in front of her, here at my house, as a very demure and proper and prissy little, eight year old girl was horribly demeaning.



"Well, you're a very lovely young lady Stephanie! And you look very pretty in your dress and petticoats. It's nice to meet you." Sally Jo gushed as she gave me her devilish grin and shook my hand.



I was relieved when stepmother walked Sally Jo toward the couch and said. "Please sit down Sally Jo and we'll talk." And she handed me my magazine and said. "Run along up to your bedroom Stephie and you can read your magazine up there."



"American Girl Magazine was one of my favorites when I was her age." I heard Sally Jo say to stepmother as I walked toward the stairs.



And as I took the first step, stepmother called to me. ""Stephie honey! Your petticoats are showing in the back."



As I fiddled with the back of my dress, I heard Sally Jo say to stepmother. "Petticoats are so pretty! So girlie! But they sure can be a nuisance."



"That's very true." Stepmother said. "But she adores her pretty dresses and petticoats and insists on wearing them."



"I think that's sweet Mrs. Crandall."



And though I burned with embarrassment, I didn't go to my bedroom. Instead, I very quietly sat on the steps midway up and out of sight to listen to stepmother and Sally Jo talk.



"As I said when we talked on the phone the other day Sally Jo, there are times when I could use some one to babysit Stephanie and my daughter Laura. She's eight years old too. They're both good girls but they're both exact opposites." Stepmother explained. "Laura's a real rough and tumble Tomboy. She's out shopping with my husband right now."



"My little sister is a real Tomboy too." Sally Jo offered.



"I have to confess that I wish her cousin Stephanie would rub off on her more." And stepmother took a breath. "But anyways, I understand that you have experience and have had babysitting classes at school and have references. May I see them please?"



"Sure Mrs. Crandall." And Sally Jo handed her a list of families.



"Wow!" Stepmother said as she read down the list. "You babysit for the Bates'. Stephie and Laura sometimes play with Constance and Edward."



"Oh yes!" Sally Jo replied. "Constance and Master--um--I mean Edward, are great kids."



Stepmother giggled and moved on. "Now I understand that you go to the same school as my stepson, Stephen Crandall. Do you know him by any chance?"



"No, I'm afraid I don't. The name doesn't ring a bell."



"Well, anyways, my husband and I have a wedding and reception to go to this Saturday and we're not taking the girls. And Stephen won't be around. He's spending the weekend at his cousin's house. Could you babysit Laura and Stephie? It'll involve most of the day and fairly late into the night. The wedding's about an hour's drive from here."



"Sure! I'm available. I'd love to." Sally Jo said.



"Super!" Stepmother said. "I'll have my husband pick you up. Is one o'clock okay?"



"One o'clock is fine. But I'll walk here, unless it's raining. I don't really live far from here."



"Well, great. But I'll insist that my husband drive you home. It'll be late and dark."



"Definitely!" Sally Jo agreed. "I'd appreciate that."



Stepmother walked Sally Jo to the door and said. "Well thank you Sally Jo. See you Saturday at one o'clock."



"I thank you Mrs. Crandall." She chimed. "And please tell Stephie I'll look forward to seeing her then. And I'll look forward to meeting Laura too!"



As soon as I heard the door close, I raced downstairs crying my eyes out. "No mommy---no!!! We don't need a babysitter. I can babysit Laura. I've done it before!"



"You were listening from the steps young lady, weren't you?" Stepmother scolded.



"Yes!" I cried.



"Well, just as well. So you know what's going on Saturday."



"But I can babysit Laura. You know I can. I have before." I pleaded.



"That's not exactly true Stephie. STEPHEN has babysat Laura, but YOU haven't!"



"Oh, c'mon mommy! For crying out loud!!!" I argued.



"Don't use that tone with me young lady!" Stepmother said crossly. "Both you and Laura need a babysitter."



"But why???" I sobbed.



"We can't leave two little eight year old girls on their own for most of the day and night while we travel an hour away to a wedding without the supervision of an older person or a proper babysitter." She explained. "What would the neighbors think? And more importantly, what would the authorities say, if God forbid, something happened and they discovered that we had left our two little girls all alone. Your father and I could go to jail!"



"But mommy, I'm the same age as Sally--whatever her name is." I added the last part to reinforce not knowing her. "And I'm just as capable as she is!"



"Yes, of course you are dear." And she seated me and herself on the couch to calm us both down. "But again, if something happened, heaven forbid, and the neighbors or the authorities had to come to the house---well just think about that. Would you be eager to explain to them, dressed as a prissy little girl in a frilly dress and petticoats and braids and ribbons and DIAPERS; that you're really a thirteen year old boy who genuinely is capable and old enough to babysit Laura?"



I did understand her point but argued. "Then let me be Stephen on Saturday!"



"Sorry. But you know we hold fast to the rule that you're only Stephen in school." And she took my hands in hers. "Relax Stephie. Don't get your petties all in a bunch!"



I immediately looked down at my dress to adjust it over my petticoats. And stepmother laughed. "Your petties are fine sweetie! It was just a figure of speech." And she kissed me on the cheek. "And you'll be fine too on Saturday. Just be your normal pretty little self. And besides, you don't even know Sally Jo. And, I'm sure you heard, she doesn't know Stephen."



If only that was really true, I thought. I knew that Saturday would be pure Hell for me.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part22



Words couldn't describe how much I dreaded the upcoming Saturday. In school, Sally Jo ignored me until Friday when, after lunch, a pink envelope waited for me in the vent of my locker. The note read: "Hi sweetie! I can't wait until tomorrow. I'm going to really enjoy babysitting you and Laura!---Sally Jo." And in math class, she grinned and blew me a kiss.



And right at one o'clock on Saturday afternoon, the doorbell rang. Stepmother opened the door and Sally Jo wasn't alone. A girl, about the same age, stood next to her.



"Hi Sally Jo! Right on time." And stepmother looked at the other girl. "And who might this be?"



"Hi Mrs. Crandall. This is my cousin Amy. My aunt and uncle and Amy are up here from Florida visiting. I was wondering if she could help me babysit today? If you're not comfortable with that, it's okay. She'll just walk back to my house." And Sally Jo smiled at stepmother.



"Oh, that's perfectly fine Sally Jo. It's nice to meet you Amy. Please come in girls."



"Gosh, thanks Mrs. Crandall. Amy's only here for a few days and I want to make the most of them." Sally Jo gratefully replied.



"The girls are upstairs. They'll be down in a minute. Why don't you have a seat on the couch Amy. I want to have a word with Sally Jo." And stepmother put her hand on Sally Jo's shoulder. "Step into the kitchen with me for a moment, would you?"



"Really Mrs. Crandall, if Amy's a problem, she can head back home." Sally Jo repeated.



"Oh no Sally Jo. It's not that at all! I can certainly understand that you want to make the most of your time with her." And stepmother pulled out a chair for Sally Jo at the table. "Have a seat."



Stepmother sat across from her. "When we met on Tuesday, I totally forgot to tell you about a little problem involving Stephanie. It's not really a big thing! And it truly won't involve you at all." And stepmother paused in thought for a moment. "You see, I'm afraid my dear little niece is prone to having accidents."



"You mean, she trips or falls a lot?" Sally Jo inquired.



"No, not accidents like that." Stepmother replied. "She's prone to having accidents in her panties. You know, she sometimes forgets and wets or messes herself."



"Oh my, poor thing!" Sally Jo consoled, though diapers for Stephie certainly wasn't news to her.



"Yes. And for that reason, she wears disposable diapers and plastic lined diaper pants under her things." And stepmother stood up. "But I can assure you, it'll be absolutely no problem for you or involve you in any way. You won't be changing any diapers on this job."



"Okay Mrs. Crandall."



"Stephie's really very self-reliant. If she messes her diapers, she simply goes upstairs to her bedroom and cleans herself up and changes herself into new diapers. You don't need to do a thing!"



"Sure Mrs. Crandall. No problem. Thanks."



"Great!" And stepmother picked up a sheet of paper sitting on the table. "And here's a list of important phone numbers---my cell, emergency numbers, the next door neighbor's name and number, where we are. All that sort of thing. And I'll call later on tonight to see how things are going."



"Sounds good Mrs. Crandall. We'll all be fine." Sally Jo assured.



"Well, c'mon back into the living room and I'll call the girls down and my husband and I will be on our way."



From the bottom of the stairs, stepmother called. "C'mon down girls! Sally Jo's here and we're leaving."



Laura hopped and jumped down the stairs wearing a typical Tomboy outfit of jeans and a simple top and Keds. Hair like a bird's nest. And I daintily descended the steps behind her in a typical sissy outfit of a frilly, prissy short dress, full with countless yards of stiff net, white petticoats, and lace trimmed anklets and black, patent leather Maryjanes. And of course, the ribbons in my braids matched my dress perfectly.



I gasped and I'm sure my face turned beet red from embarrasssment when I saw the "new face" in the living room. Whoever she was, Sally Jo must have certainly told her I was a thirteen year old boy. As introductions were made, I diverted my attention to the floor.



"Your dress is very pretty Stephanie! It's nice to meet you." Amy said standing directly in front of me.



"You too." I mumbled, red faced and eyes still glued to the floor.



"Oh c'mon Stephie!" Stepmother scolded. "Greet her correctly like a proper young lady!"



I gulped and looked up. "It's nice to meet you Amy." And as I held out my dress and petticoats and curtsied, I felt my weiner stiffen inside the front of my diapers. It was so very humiliating. Here I was. A thirteen year old boy, of which they were certainly aware, standing in front of two pretty girls my own age wearing a short, frilly, prissy little girl's dress that was almost parallel to the floor from the mountain of poufie petticoats supporting it. And wearing diapers and rhumba panties under it. And feet adorned in anklets and Maryjanes. And a head from which dangled two long braids tied with ribbons to match my dress and a made-up face complete with lipstick. And I was curtseying like a "proper young lady". And, despite my intense embarrrassment and shame, I was aroused. My little soldier was standing at full attention!!! What was wrong with me??? Well, they were quite pretty girls, I rationalized.



"Be good Laura and Stephie and listen to and mind Sally Jo and Amy while we're gone!" Stepmother called back, as she followed dad out the front door.



"Well, I'm sure we're all going to have a good time tonight!" Sally Jo cheerfully announced to me, Laura and Amy.



"Goodie!!!" Chuckled Laura.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part23

"Laura and Stephie, will you two please have a seat on the couch?" Sally Jo directed. "I wanna go over some ground rules for today."

Laura groaned and plopped herself on the couch while I carefully smoothed my dress and petticoats behind me and sat down next to her with my hands folded in my lap. And Amy took a seat next to me and fiddled with the hem of my dress, adjusting it down over my petticoats.

"Petticoats are very pretty and very girlie, but they can be a real pain to wear." She said to me, as she slipped her right hand into my lap and on top of my hands. I said nothing and just hung my head in shame. But the feel of her hands on mine felt good. And the smell of her perfume was wonderful. And I couldn't fathom why this pretty girl would want to sit next to and touch a sissyboy like me!

Sally Jo stood in front of us. "Now girls, I expect you to behave and obey me and do as I say. And as Amy says too! And if you do, I'm sure we'll have a nice time together today. Do you understand girls?"

"Yeah." Laura said. And I just nodded "yes".

"I didn't hear you Stephie!" Sally Jo admonished.

I looked up and said. "Yes Sally Jo."

"Very good, girls." And Sally Jo looked at Amy. "Amy, there's something you need to be aware of regarding sweet little Stephanie here. She's actually a very special little girl with some special needs."

"Yeah, she sure is SPECIAL!!!" Laura interjected.

"Don't interrupt Laura!" And she continued with Amy. "I'm afraid our little Stephie here needs to wear diapers and plastic pants under her clothes at all times cuz she tends to have accidents. She often wets and poops herself."

Oh God, this was so humiliating and I started to blubber like a little baby.

"Oh, it's okay sweetie!" Amy said, as she put her arm around me.

"But she cleans herself up and changes her own diapers." Sally Jo continued. "No hassle for us Amy."

"Oh, stop crying Stephie." Amy cooed and she gently pushed my head against her shoulder. "We understand that little girls sometimes have accidents."

"Well, that brings up another thing Amy." Sally Jo said, as she grinned at me. "You see, she's NOT so little!"

"What do you mean Sally Jo?"

"Well, Stephie's actually thirteen, not eight."

"Oh my!" Amy gasped.

"And she's NOT actually a girl! She's a boy!" Sally Jo exclaimed.

Amy pulled her arms from around me and stood up and looked down at me. "You're pulling my leg Sally Jo. No way she could be a thirteen year old BOY! I mean, just look at her. And besides, no boy would allow himself to be turned into a little girl in diapers and dresses and braids and ribbons. No way!!!"

"Way!" Sally Jo replied.

"Yup, way!" Laura added with a giggle.

"I don't believe it. You guys are trying to pull a fast one on me." And Amy put her hands on her hips. "She can't be a boy!"

I covered my tear soaked face with my hands. And I was surpised that Sally Jo hadn't already told Amy about me before they came. But I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. Sally Jo must have purposely waited to expose me in front of Amy to heighten my embarrassment and humiliation and shame.

"Okay Amy. I'm gonna prove it to you." And then Sally Jo said. "Laura, please go upstairs and play in your bedroom for awhile. You're not gonna want to see this and you're too young to anyways."

"Aw, c'mon!" She complained. "I know he's got a little Willie between his legs."

"March Laura! No arguments!" And Laura stomped off upstairs.

"Stand up Stephie." Sally Jo ordered.

"No!!!" I shouted. I knew what was coming. "I don't need to do what you tell me anymore!"

"Really! Well perhaps a good bare bum spanking across my knee is necessary?" She warned.

"I won't let you do that to me!" I said with resolve. "I don't have to!"

"Silly boy, you mean because you got the videos?" She sneered.

"Yup!" And I could see a look of puzzlement on Amy's face. She must not have known what the "video thing" was all about.

Sally Jo just gave a hearty laugh. "You stupid, foolish little sissyboy. I don't need those videos!" She yelled. "All I gotta do is spread the word around school that STEPHEN and STEPHANIE are one in the same. Outside of school, Stephen's a pretty little, petticoated eight year old girl who wets and poops her diapers. And I know that's a big secret you work very hard to keep."

Oh dear God, another "barrel" I realized.

"Now, are you ready to do as you're told sissyboy?" She grinned.

I looked up at her pleadingly. "Please no!!!"

"Shut up and stand up!" Sally Jo commanded.

It took all the grit I could muster to obey her. And I stood up to face Sally Jo and Amy, bawling my eyes out.

"Lift up the front of your dress and petticoats." Sally Jo ordered.

"Please!!!" I begged.

"Do it, or the word gets out about Stephie!" Sally Jo warned.

I lifted them.

"Higher! Up above your panties and waist, you big pantywaist!" And Sally Jo giggled at her own little play on words.

I closed my eyes and I heard Amy gasp at the sight of the frilly rhumba panties covering my bulbous diapers. And Sally Jo proceed to tug them down around my ankles. And I felt my very erect wiener "waving in the breeze". And I heard an even louder gasp from Amy.

"Oh my God! You weren't kidding! He IS a boy!!!" Amy exclaimed.

"Well, sissyboy really." Sally Jo corrected.

I was so humiliated, yet so aroused!

"I can't believe a boy would allow himself to be turned into a little girl. And in diapers too!" Amy said, as she gave my very stiff member a little swat causing it to swing back and forth like the pendulum on a Grandfather clock.

"Well, I think it's pretty obvious that he enjoys it Amy. I mean, just look at the Woody he has!"

"Yeah, I guess you're right. What a freakin' pervert!" I heard Amy reply.

"Head up sissyboy! And open your eyes. " Sally Jo said, as she sat on the couch. "Now just to show you I mean business, get over my kness."

"Please! Please don't spank me!" I begged.

"You've got five seconds to get over my knee, or instead of ten whacks, I'll give you fifteen!"

I quickly moved into place. And she pulled up my dress and petticoats exposing my bare bum and took a hair brush from her purse.

"How many did I say Stephie?" She asked me.

"Ten." I whimpered.

"What's that? Did you say fifteen?"

"Ten." I whimpered again.

"Twenty???" She chuckled.

Well now I knew better than to answer. And as Sally Jo raised the brush for the first whack, she was interrupted by a call from Laura, who must have been listening out of sight on the stairs. "Can I please watch? Please???"

"Well, I suppose." Sally Jo called back. "I guess a bare behind is nothing you haven't seen before."

Fifteen resounding whacks later, I was stood back up on my feet. My chest was heaving and I was crying buckets and my cherry red bottom was on fire. I was stood facing into a corner of the living room, with my diapers and rhumba panties still about my ankles. I was ordered to hold the back of my dress and petticoats up over my red, blistered bottom and left like that for almost an hour to think about "the error of my ways", as Sally Jo had said.

As I held that humiliating postion, Sally Jo and Amy and Laura sat on the couch watching TV, pausing frequently from what they were watching to thoroughly ridicule and tease me.