Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part1

Author's note: There seems to be an encouraging increase in activity here on the storyboard. And that's great! Encouraging enough for me, despite my trepidations, to do the second and final summer at Camp Sissy Curls. And I have to admit that I do miss my friends, Stephie and Penny. For those of you who might groan at the continuation of this "saga", fine---no problem, just don't read it. For those of you who are glad about the story carrying on, great---I hope you enjoy it. For anyone who might be reading here for the first time about Camp Sissy Curls, sorry---to get up to speed with the story, you have to read Camp Sissy Curls--parts 1-64 and Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--parts 1-64 first. It'll take a lot of time to read it all. But it sure took me a whole lot more time to write it all! This part picks up exactly where Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part64 ended. Please be patient. I have to lay a little ground work before the story can really get rolling.

Part1

I raced, hysterically, to my bedroom and slammed the door behind me and pounced on my bed in tears sreaming, "No!!! No!!! I won't go back there! I can't go back there!!! How could they do this to me???"

I just couldn't believe that my Father and stepmother were sending me back to camp for the summer. I was incredulous. I really didn't see it coming. Cuddling one of my dolls on my bedspread, I bawled my eyes out like a frantic little girl for probably about half an hour, until I heard a gentle knock on my door.

"Steph honey," Grandma said,as she peeked inside my room, "can I please come in?"

"No! Go away! Leave me alone!"

"Please sweetheart. I know you're upset. And I can't say that I blame you." She said, as she stepped inside and sat down on the edge of my bed and stroked the back of my neck.

"I won't go Grandma! I won't go back to that awful place. How can you let my Father and stepmother do this to me again?" I sobbed.

"C'mon, sit up sweetheart." And she coaxed me up with her arm around my shoulders and took a few tissues from my nightstand to dry my very tear stained red face. "It's not up to me Steph. If it was, I'd keep you here for the summer. But it's your parents who have the final say so regarding you. I'm sorry. Truly!"

"But it's not fair Grandma!" I blubbered.

"I know, you're right Steph." Grandma agreed. "And I certainly will miss you this summer. But after camp, at summer's end, you'll be back HERE and you'll be a teenaged BOY starting your Freshman year at Truman High. Just as planned. That won't change. I PROMISE!"

"Really Grandma?"

"Yes sweetheart. Really! I promise." And Grandma kissed me on my forehead. "And I promise you that is definitely the intention of your parents."

"But I still gotta suffer through two months of sissy hell at camp!!!" I wailed.

"Yeah, but you're strong. You can do it." She tried to console. "It won't be as bad as last summer. And there's a light at the end of the tunnel in the Fall."

I was still unconsolable and continued sobbing and arguing and shouting. At one point, I threw my doll against the wall and bolted for my bedroom door shouting "I'm getting the hell out of her. I'm running away!"

And Grandma, wise old lady that she was, didn't try to stop me. And I ran outside. And I ran away, for a grand total of about half an hour. Time enough to settle down a bit and realize that I had nowhere really to run to.

I sheepishly, but still very angrily, walked back into my bedroom. And Grandma was still sitting there on my bed waiting for me. She smiled and said nothing and got up and walked over to my vanity and picked up a hairbrush and sat back down on my bed and said. "C'mon over here please Stephie."

"Oh my God!" I shouted. "No way I'll let you spank me!"

Grandma laughed, though in a loving way. "Oh sweetheart, I'd never spank you!!! C'mon, don't you know that by now? Trust me. Come sit down next to me."

I did and she removed the scrunchie securing my ponytail and said. "Let me brush your hair. I know it's a very girlie thing. But I also know that you enjoy it Steph. Right?"

"Yeah, I do." I sniffled.

She brushed away and it was very soothing. And it did calm me down a little. And eventually I said. "Grandma, Penny is spending the summer at Camp Sunnyvale."

"Yes, I know dear." She replied.

"Well I don't want her to know I'm at Camp Sissy Curls again."

"Okay Steph."

"Well, you gotta help me Grandma."

"What do you mean Steph?" She asked.

"I know Penny will call me a lot over the summer. And that's no problem. I'll have my cell phone at camp. But she'll write to me and I promised to write her back."

"Yeah, so what do you want me to do sweetheart?"

"When a letter comes, please put it in a new envelope and mail it to me at camp immediately. And I'll write her back." I said. "But of course, I'll make the return address here at home."

"Sure Steph, I can do that."

When I finally settled down to a reasonable state of panic, Grandma and I spent a couple of hours packing up all my "girlie gear" to take to camp. She set aside my pink gingham dress outfit and extra petticoat. "I know your stepmother wants you to wear this to camp tomorrow." She said. And I just groaned.

I slept very little that night, dreading my return to camp. In the morning, Father and stepmother arrived and I said virtually nothing to them. I mostly just scowled and glared at them in anger. Stepmother insisted on helping me dress for the trip back to camp. At least, she spared me the indignity of diapers underneath my well poufed pink gingham ensemble. Anklets, Maryjanes, rhumba panties, makeup, nailpolish, perfume, braid loops and matching ribbons---the whole "pretty little girl" nine yards.

I cried as Grandma hugged me good bye and whispered. "Be strong. You can do this. There's a light at the end of the tunnel in two months."

It seemed little consolation to me.

The ride was a short one to camp, as Grandma lived fairly nearby. And at least they hadn't brought Laura along. I said absolutely nothing to Father and stepmother, despite their best efforts to try to engage me in conversation.

Just before noon, Father, stepmother and I stood before Ms Roberts in her office. She exchanged pleasantries with my parents and I could see that my Father felt very uneasy about being there. Memories from his past, I'm sure. Then she turned her attention to me and gushed all over about how glad she was that I was back at camp and what a pretty little girl I still was.

Standing in front of me, she fondled one of my braid loops and said. "I love the braids Stephanie. They're perfect. No perm for you this summer. You're to keep your hair just like that."

When I offered nothing back in response, Ms Roberts chided me. "Reply back properly Stephanie."

I knew the routine and grit my teeth and curtsied. "Thank you Ms Roberts."

My parents each gave me a hug that I coldly declined to return and they were ready to leave. Ms Roberts told me to wait there in her office while she escorted Father and stepmother out to their car.

When she returned, she said nothing to me and sat down at her desk and picked up the phone. "Hello Lisa? Stephanie Crandall's here and you can come and get her and help her with her things."

I wanted to scream.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part2



A minute later Lisa walked in, grinning devilishly. "Well, well, well Stephanie! You look absolutely adorable. Still a pretty little girl!" She gushed. "A little bit taller perhaps, but still all sugar and spice! And I love the braid loops. So little girlie!"



"Lisa's the full time counselor for Sugar Plum cabin this year, so she'll be spending the whole summer here at Camp Sissy Curls." Ms Roberts explained to me. "And you'll be back at Sugar Plum cabin again this summer with her. Isn't that great Stephanie?"



I said nothing and just frowned and Ms Roberts glared mightily at me.



I took the cue and curtsied and, with no emotion, replied. "Yes Ms Roberts."



"Well, off with you two to your cabin girls and you can get settled in Stephanie." Ms Roberts directed.



Lisa took my hand and exclaimed. "I'm so glad you're back Stephie. We're gonna have such fun this summer! Let's go sweetheart." And we headed out of the office for Sugar Plum cabin carrying my luggage.



Once we were outside, Lisa let go of my hand and all pretense too and boldly declared. "You're all mine for the summer sissy boy and I'm sure gonna have fun with you! Though you may not find it so fun. Now march, you little pansy!"



Nothing more was said during the short walk to the Sugar Plum. The cabin was a buzz with boys unpacking and changing into the camp uniform. The pleated skirt of the day was khaki tan.



Some boys, like Felicity who was also back for another season (the Wannabee who bunked next to me last summer), joyfully donned their bras and panties and all and primped their hair and so on.



But most boys went about the tasks with bewildered, dazed looks of horror at what was happening to them.



Lisa led me to my bed. And everyone gasped at the sight of me so little girlishly dressed. Some gasped in envy but most gasped in disbelief and probably fear. Fear that they too could find themselves so prissily attired.



I was eager to get out of my little girl dress and petticoats and into the camp outfit. As I started to unpack, I reached for my khaki pleated skirt and a top to change into.



I started to undress and was interrupted by Lisa. "Hold on there Stephie! I want you to stay dressed just as you are. Braids and all. You make a wonderful example for all the new girls."



"No way Lisa!" I yelled. "The braids I'll keep only cuz they're better than a perm but no way I'm gonna stay in this sissy dress and petticoats!"



My defiant response really caught her off guard and she was dumbstruck for a moment and fumbled to reply.



Finally she yelled back. "How dare you disobey me?"



"So what are you gonna do Lisa?" I snarled. "See to it that everyone back home knows all about me being Stephie? Send a video home perhaps??? I think not because I'm sure you know, full well, that everybody back home knows all about me now. There's nothing you can hold over my head!"



"Well...ah..." And she paused in thought for a moment and then gave me an evil grin. "Well, I'll find something. You can count on that sissy boy!"



And she resentfully left me to go back to changing my clothes. With my bra and panties and skirt and top in place and simple white crew socks and Keds on my feet, I removed my hair ribbons and just let my braids dangle down in front. My hair was pretty long by now and my braids reached to the cups of my bra.



I quickly unpacked and just sat on my bed watching the new "girls" muddle about trying to come to terms with the girlish hell they now found themselves in. They were horrified, to say the least, at what was happening. Being turned into girls was beyond belief for them and the clothes and the hair and all were just so repulsive. Little did they know that things could get much worse. I genuinely felt badly for them.



I spent that first day back at camp mostly just doing my best to keep to myself. And it wasn't that hard to do. Most of my cabin mates were "newbies" and, except for meals, were busy being fitted for Shirley Temple wigs or being given sausage curl permanents if their hair was long enough. Having their nails polished, eyebrows tweezed and arched, body hair removed and so on. All the girlish refinements. And most were too numb from all that was happening to speak anyways.



As I laid in bed that night, two concerns, fears really, kept my mind in overdrive for an hour or more. How could I keep Penny from seeing me here at camp and could Lisa come up with something to hold over me? But, at least, I was proud of myself for standing up to her.



I finally dozed off and woke up in the morning to the sounds of whimpering from the newbie girls bunked on either side of me.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part3

I got up, dressed in my camp outfit (navy blue pleated skirt of the day) and headed for the lavatory to wash up and brush my teeth. When I finished, most of the "girls" had already left for breakfast. I walked to the cafeteria and went through the breakfast line and, with tray in hand, discovered that all the seats at Sugar Plum table were taken.

That was okay with me. I wanted as little contact with anyone as possible. I spotted a small table for two in a corner and sat down.

As I spooned Cheerios into my mouth, I heard "Hi Stephie!" I looked up as Lisa plunked herself down with her breakfast tray in the chair across from me. My only reply to her was a groan and a scowl.

"Ohhh, don't be like that, my precious little pansy." She said, with feigned affection. "You looked lonely over here all by yourself so I thought I'd give you some company."

"Yeah right Lisa." I grumbled and started to get up to leave for another table.

"Sit down SISSY BOY!!!" She shouted and a hush came over the cafeteria and all eyes were on us.

That caught me off guard and I didn't want to cause more of a scene so I sat back down and the cafeteria went back to normal.

And Lisa put her cards on the table. "Okay you little pantywaist. You know you're all mine this summer. And I can go easy on you or very hard on you." And she pointed her finger in my face. "Do as I say and I'll go easy on you. Don't do as I say and I'll see to it that you wind up spending the entire summer in the nursery as a little baby girl in wet, poopy, stinky diapers again. It'll be like the Diaper Derby all summer long for you."

"I don't have to do what..." And before I could finish my sentence, we were interrupted.

"Hi girls! It's great to see the both of you together again."

I looked up and gasped in horror. Could things get any worse???

"Pull up a seat Chrissy!" Lisa chimed.

Chrissy grabbed a chair and sat down with her cup of coffee in hand and I started to bolt again.

"Sit down SISSY BOY!!!" Lisa shouted again, causing the same reaction from the cafeteria once more.

I reluctantly sat.

Chrissy took a sip of her, well..his, well...anyways---sipped on the coffee. And Chrissy looked at me and laughed and said. "You're not gonna dump that tray of food all over me like last summer, are you pretty boy?"

God knows, in my panicked state, I sure could have.

Lisa laughed. She knew I was even more uptight with Chrissy around.

"Relax Stephie. Get used to having Chrissy around. She's the counselor this summer for Buttercup cabin, next to ours." And then she added in a hush. "Don't worry. Chrissy won't try to get you to...uhm...well...ahh...you know." And Lisa took a sausage link from her plate and opened her mouth wide and poked it in and out a few times. And she giggled and whispered. "Chrissy doesn't have a wiener anymore!"

I looked in shock at Chrissy. And Chrissy smiled and said. "That's right Stephie. I'm all girl now! Had the final complete surgery last Fall. What you see is what you get!"

I was dumbstruck again. And Chrissy leaned over to me and whispered in my ear. "And I'd love to have another go around with YOUR cute little girlie wiener again some time!"

This was all just so revolting and disgusting and I got up and just left my tray on the table and ran from the mess hall.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part4



It was warm and sunny out and I just started to kind of ramble aimlessly around the camp trying to fathom all of this. I had no requirement to be anywhere until lunch, which would be followed by a total camp welcome back/orientation meeting in the rec center. I found a shady tree, secluded and off the beaten path, and sat down to think.



How could I make certain that Penny didn't run into me here at camp? I so didn't want her to see me here. And how could I get out of the clutches of Lisa and Chrissy, who would be certain to do everything in their power to make the next two months as sissyish and hellish as possible for me. I thought and thought and could finally come up with only one solution, other than murder (not really) or running away, which really wouldn't get me very far. It was an extreme and drastic solution. But an extreme and drastic soution had ultimately worked for me last winter in public school. Now the only question was how to put it in effect. And did I really want to go through that extreme? I'd have to give it more thought.



I got up and just wandered about the camp some more for a good length of time, deep in thought. Not much was going on. Too soon for "Don't Wannabees" to be playing softball and kickball and such. And too soon for "Wannabees" to be merrily skipping rope or playing Hopscotch or coloring in coloring books and the like.



As the lunch hour approached, I headed for the mess hall. I found a seat at our cabin table between two newbies. And they were certainly not happy campers. I said nothing to them other than "hi". They were very distraught and upset---red faced, tear swollen. One spent most of lunch tugging on his bra straps and pleated skirt and adjusting his Shirley Temple wig and the huge floppy bow atop it. Trying to come to terms with his girl's clothes and sissy hairdo. And the other did much the same, except he smelled of perm solution. His ringlets and sausage curls were real.



When lunch was over, the entire camp reported to the rec center for the welcome back/orientation meeting. Row upon row of folding chairs were set up facing the stage. A large movie screen was pulled down from the ceiling and a DVD player aimed toward it. Ms Roberts was standing at the dais. I sat on the fringe of the audience.



When all the campers were in place and settled down, Ms Roberts began. "Welcome girls to Camp Sissy Curls, summer 2007. Welcome to all you girls returning for another season and welcome to all you girls who are here for the very first time. I wish you a happy, lovely summer here at camp."



Ms Roberts continued with introductions of cabin counselors, staff, etc. and outlining recreational and other opportunities available at camp and basic rules for the camp.



She finished with "My advice to all of you new campers is to embrace your new found girlhood. Make the most of it. It will make your summer a much more pleasant one. And you may very well discover, as many do, that being a girl is a wonderous thing."



Then she directed one on the counselors to dim the lights. "We have a video of some of the highlights of camp from last summer girls. It's about half an hour so sit back, relax and enjoy."



The DVD featrured campers happily engaged in all manner of girlish activities and recreation, special events like Parent's Weekend and the "Shirley Temple Wannabee" contest and, of course, the "Diaper Derby"; where I was prominently featured. And I was beet red with embarrassment.



When the video ended, Ms Roberts said. "Now girls, something new this summer. We're going to have a little mixer to kick off the season. A little get together, a punch and cookies affair, in the mess hall. Campers from our sister camp next door, Camp Sunnyvale, are going to join us. So off to the cafeteria girls."



"Oh crap." I whispered. And I headed out in the opposite direction of everybody else. But I didn't get far.



"Stephanie Crandall, just where do you think you're going? That's not the way to the cafeteria." I turned around to see Ms Roberts looking sternly at me. "And what's with your hair?"



"Ahh, what do you mean about my hair?" I asked. "You told me I should keep it in braids and it is."



"Yes Stephanie, but I told you to keep it like it was yesterday when arrived. In loops tied with ribbons!" She scolded. "Now hurry back to your cabin and tie them up in braid loops with ribbons that match your skirt. And add barrettes too."



I'd been bold enough to defy Lisa but I'd never have the courage to argue with Ms Roberts. "Yes Ms Roberts." And I curtsied.



"And I'd better see you in the cafeteria pronto young lady. Chop chop!"



"Yes Ms Roberts." And I scurried off.



I quickly returned to the cafeteria; looped, beribboned and barretted. The place was packed with girls. "Faux" girls from here at camp and real girls from Sunnyvale. My eyes darted about in search of Penny, to locate her so I could avoid her. And I spotted her in a huddle of Sunnyvale girls in a corner. They seemed to want no interaction with us sissy boys. Knowing Penny, it made sense and I was glad for that.



I had a few close calls but I managed to keep from being seen by Penny thankfully. But I wasn't so lucky regarding Lisa and Chrissy, who made it a point to engage me as much as possible. When Chrissy managed to covertly reach her hand up underneath the back of my skirt for a feel, I raced off saying, "Leave me alone you freak!"



After the mixer, I was even more resolved to separate myself, as best I could, from Lisa and Chrissy and the potential for being seen by Penny. And I knew the answer. I just wasn't sure how I'd get there or if I really wanted to go there again.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part5

The mixer had ended around 4:00. Dinner time was at 5:30. We were left with an hour and a half of free time until then. I walked back to my cabin to check my cell phone to see if there were any calls from Penny. And sure enough, there was one call from her and it was made just fifteeen minutes earlier. I sat on my bed and immediately returned her call, hoping she'd answer. And she did.

"Hi Steph, I just called you." Penny chimed. "I miss you already sweetheart!"

"Me too Penny. How's it going at camp?"

"Okay. I've made a lot of new friends already and there's lots of cool things to do here. But I just had the weirdest experience."

"What do you mean Penny?" I asked, knowing full well it was the mixer.

"Well I just experienced your horrible sissy camp from last summer."

"What??? How come?" I asked, playing dumb.

"The two camps got together this afternoon at Camp Sissy Curls for a welcoming kinda thing---a mixer they called it."

"Wow, that didn't happen last summer." I said.

"Yeah, well I saw first hand a little of what camp was like for you last summer. Poor, wretched boys all dolled up as girls. Most with tears in their eyes and looks of horror on their faces. It was awful. I mean, you told me all about camp, but a picture is worth a thousand words Steph. I just hung out with a few of my new friends in a corner and did my best to avoid thew whole thing."

"Yeah, I know Penny." I replied without thinking.

"What???"

"I mean I know you would try to not get involved Penny. Keep away from that place as much as you can."

"Yeah, I will Steph." And then, thankfully, Penny changed the subject. "How are things back home? What have you been up to so far?"

We chatted on for about fifteen more minutes when I made the excuse that Grandma was waiting to take me shopping.

"A new pretty dress Stephie???" She giggled.

"Nooo Penny!!!" I growled. "For an Ipod for my upcoming birthday!"

"Oh c'mon honey. You know I'm just teasing you! The next clothes you'll probably go shopping for will be guy's slacks to wear back to school in a couple of months."

"Yeah, I can't wait!"

"Me either Steph. Well I'll let you go now. And I'll write to you soon. Write me back. Say hi to your grandma for me. Love ya!" And she hung up before I could reply back.

I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes, hoping I might catch a short nap before dinner. But it was interrupted a minute later.

"Uhm...ah...excuse me. I hope I didn't wake you. You're Stephie, right?"

I opened my eyes to see the newbie, with the permed real sausage curls who bunked next to me, standing there.

"No, I STEPHEN! Who are you?" I said as I sat up.

"I'm Bill. Well...ahh...Billie Jean now."

"Well BILL! What can I do for you?"

He sat down on his bed. He was a small, frail skinny kid and looked very frightened. He reminded me of me last summer. He nervously fidgeted with the stupid huge pink floppy bow atop his ringlets and sausage curls.

"Do things...I mean all this sissy stuff...does it get any easier around here?" He asked in a whimper.

"Well, I guess that depends." I said. "I suppose things get a bit easier if you succ-umb to it all. And I KNOW things get a lot harder when you try to fight it."

"You mean like you and the Diaper Derby last summer?"

"Yup, but I don't want to talk about that." I grimaced with embarrassment. "Your best bet is to keep your nose clean and keep your head low Bill. Go along with it, but only as little as you can get away with. " And I stood up. "C'mon, it's dinner time. I'll walk with you to the mess hall."

"Thanks Stephie...I mean Stephen."

In the middle of dinner, Lisa announced to our table that we were having a cabin meeting after supper at 6:45. All cabins would be doing likewise.

And back at the cabin, promptly at 6:45, Lisa shouted. "Okay sissy boys! Sit down on your beds and shut your yaps and listen up carefully!"

She paced up and down the aisle, like a drill sergeant at Boot Camp, going over rules for the camp and the cabin and possible punishments  for the slightest infractions of any of them. She was a tyrannical bitch. And she scared the crap out of most everyone, especially the newbies. And that was her intention of course. A power play, a show of her authority.

She stopped her pacing and ranting in front of the bed of a newbie just across the aisle from me. She snarled at him. "Stand up, you little pantywaist!"

He cringed, but quickly obeyed.

"What's your name sissy boy?"

"Neil." He replied, staring at the floor.

"No, you stupid little fairy!" Lisa yelled. "What's your name NOW? Your NEW name!"

His dangling sausage curls shuddered ever so slightly and he trembled and fumbled to answer, eyes still glued to the floor. "Uhm...N-N-Nellie."

"That's better...NELLIE!!!" Lisa sarcastically commended. "Now just stay standing there as you are princess!"

Then she directed her attention to the entire group. "Now girls, little Nellie here just broke..." And she paused in thought and put one hand on her hip and the other in front of her face. And she slowly and methodically counted, tallying on her fingers. "Nellie just broke one, two...three...uhm...four. Four important rules! Who can name one?"

One hand shot up immediately. It was no surprise to me that it was Felicity's.

"Yes Felicity?"

Felicity stood up and curtsied. "Nellie forgot to curtsey."

"Very good Felicity!" And Lisa gave the pathetic little Wannabee a smile of approval. "Sissies always curtsey when spoken to by a SUPERIOR!"

"Now girls, what's another rule she broke?" Up zoomed Felicity's hand again but Lisa ignored it this time. And she pointed to another newbie. "You, what's your name?"

He wasn't stupid and he quickly stood up and curtsied. "My name's Nancy Sue."

"Okay Nancy Sue, what's another rule Nellie broke?"

He cringed and thought for a moment, desperate to answer correctly. "Uhm..." And thankfully for his sake, the light bulb came on in his head. "Ah...he didn't give his right name, his new name here at camp???"

"That-a-girl Nancy Sue! Good sissy! Lisa praised. "Now who can name a third rule that Nellie broke?" And Lisa walked over to me and looked down at me. "Well I certainly know your name! Stand up Stephie. Name a third rule."

I stood up and only gave her a slight, quick little curtsey. I said nothing and just coldly glared into her face, shooting as many daggers her way as I could.

Lisa was shaken a little, caught off guard again by me. But she was quick on her feet, eager to save face, and she regrouped. "Okay.....that's correct Stephie. Sissies always look a superior in the face when spoken to."

Lisa started her drill sergeant march down the aisle again. "I'll give you girls a break and tell you the fourth rule Nellie broke. Whenever you're spoken to by a superior, which is really ANYONE here at camp other than yourselves, you address them as Ms or Miss. I'm MISS Lisa! If you don't know someone's name, then 'mam will do. It's an important new rule this year here at camp. Is that clear sissies?"

The cabin was silent. And Lisa repeated again. "IS THAT CLEAR SISSIES!!!"

The silence was broken as Felicity stood up and curtsied and cheerfully answered. "Yes Miss Lisa!"

Lisa glared at all the rest of us and everyone took the cue and got up together and curtsied saying "yes Miss Lisa".

And I did too. But instead I mumbled, under my breath, "Go to hell Miss Lisa."

"Very good girls! You're catching on. You may be seated." And Lisa turned to face hapless Nellie, whose face was totally covered with tears now. "Except for you Nellie. Remain standing."

Lisa walked back to Nellie and said. "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to make an example out of you! Broken rules need to be punished."

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part6



Lisa pointed to a desk in the corner. "See my desk over there, little naughty Nellie!"



Nellie just trembled and cried and nodded yes.



"Go to it and in the top right hand drawer you'll find a hairbrush. Get it and bring it to me." Lisa ordered, with an evil smirk on her face.



Nellie knew what was coming, as did we all, and he wailed. "Nooo!!!"



"No??? How dare you?" Lisa snarled. "Disobeying me is a major breaking of the rules. Do you really want to break another rule pansy?"



"Please don't!!!" Nellie begged.



Of course it fell on deaf ears. "Get moving sissy boy! Or do you want twice as many as I'm planning to give you?"



"Ahhh!!!" Nellie shrieked, as he walked to the desk and fetched the brush.



Nellie reluctantly handed Lisa the brush, with a very pitiful look on his face.



"Turn around and bend over sissy!" And Lisa called out. "Pay close attention everyone! See what happens when you break the rules!"



Lisa hiked up the back of his skirt and pulled down the back of his pink panties. And she laughed, as she gave his fanny a little pinch. "Little Nellie Jelly Butt!" She proclaimed.



Nellie was crying uncontrollably and Lisa added one more insult to the injury that was about to come. "After each whack say---I WANT TO BE A GIRL!"



"Whack!"



"I want to be a girl." He mumbled.



"Louder Nancy Boy!"....."Whack!!"



"I WANT TO BE A GIRL!"



"Whack!!!"



"I WANT TO BE A GIRL!!"



Lisa ended with five. "Okay my girlie Wannabee, pull up your panties and turn around and face me."



Nellie pulled up the back of his panties and turned to face Lisa. And this time, it was Lisa who shrieked.



"Oh my God!" She cried in digust. "You freakin' little sissy baby!!!"



Pee was streaming down his legs, making a puddle at his feet. The trauma of it all had caused him to loose control.



"Okay Little Miss Peepee Panties, march to the showers." She yelled, pointing to the bathroom. "You got exactly five minutes to get back here cleaned up. And wear nothing but your towel wrapped around you. Chop, chop pansy!"



He rushed off sobbing and rubbing his sore behind.



Lisa appeared to be quite angry about Nellie wetting his panties. But knowing sadistic Lisa, I was sure she was very pleased with the turn of events.



Then Lisa looked toward Felicity and growled. "Felicity!"



"Yes Miss Lisa?" She bubbled, with a perky smile and a curtsey.



"You're my sweet, precious...LITTLE MISS GOODIE TWO SHOES!!! So I know you'll be more than glad to clean up, for me, the mess Nellie made. There's a mop and a bucket and suds in the closet over there." Lisa said with a sneer. And then she laughed and said under her breath. "Your name should be Nellie---Nellie Olsen."



Felicity headed for the closet, sans her perky smile. And I was surprised to see that even Lisa found the little prissy prick to be obnoxious.



Felicity mopped. Lisa went off to her room to fetch something. And the rest of us just sat quietly, too afraid to say "boo".



A couple of minutes later, Lisa returned carrying a box, the contents of which were not visible. But I had a pretty good idea of what was in the box though.



And Nellie returned in nothing but the towel wrapped around him and he stood near Lisa.



"Okay sissy boys, let this be a lesson to all of you about what happens to sissies who can't control their bodily functions." Lisa called out to everyone.



And Lisa looked at Nellie and said, in disgust. "Only babies wet themselves."



And she yanked the towel off from around him. And he screeched in shame. And he immediately covered his privates with his hands, only to have them swatted away by Lisa.



And Lisa laughed. "Babies don't have any modesty! Now spread your legs apart Nellie Jelly."



He moaned but obeyed. And I wondered if he had any idea of what was coming next. Or for that matter, if any of the newbies knew what was coming next.



"Now normally, of course, a baby's laying down for this. But it can be done with you standing Nellie." And Lisa reached down into the box from her room, saying. "Everyone can see better this way anyhow."



She took out a disposable diaper and held it up for Nellie and everybody to see. And a hush came over the cabin.



"No!!! Please no!!!" Nellie begged. "Please not diapers!"



It fell on deaf ears, no surprise. And Nellie wailed and covered his face with his hands in an effort to blot out the horror of it all.



Lisa taped it tightly and securely in place and followed it with two more. Then she took from the box a pair of clear, but pink tinted, plastic diaper pants. White ruffles edged around the leg and waist openings. And she held them open at his feet for him to step into.



Nellie begged and pleaded and sobbed, but to no avail. And he stepped into them and Lisa snaked them up around his huge wad of diapers, making sure that they were tucked in at the leg and waist openings.



I hoped that was it for poor Nellie. But of course, it wasn't.



Lisa took a frilly, baby girl T-shirt top from the box, embellished with pink and white ruffles. Pink lettering spelled out "Little Miss Waterworks" across the front.



I wondered if that would be it, perhaps, for poor hapless Nellie? It was a foolish question.



Next, she tied an extremely frilly and prissy, little baby girl bonnet on his head with a huge bow under his chin. She fiddled with his sausage curls so they peeked out from underneath it.



With the addition of booties and a pink binkie in his mouth, Lisa was finally satisfied.



"Don't you dare let me see that pacifier out of your mouth Nellie!!!" Lisa warned. And Nellie just whimpered, having no tears left to shed.



"Now down on your hands and knees and crawl like a baby to your bed Nellie Jelly!"



He crawled along, his bulbous fanny wiggling as he went. And he climbed up onto his bed, drained and exhausted and probably wishing that a hole would open up and swallow him.



Lisa walked to his bed and looked down at him. "Now you can tinkle all you want, you pissy, prissy sissy!" And she giggled. "And poop too!!!"



That night in bed, I actually shed a few tears of my own. I felt really bad for poor Nellie. There was no one in the cabin who could understand, as well as I did, how Nellie felt. And I resolved myself, even more, to get the hell out of that cabin and away from Lisa.



In the morning, the awful smell of poopy diapers woke me up. Poor Nellie must have done a huge load.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part7

Nellie had indeed wet and pooped his diapers over night.

To really hit home a point (a demonstration of her authority and power) and to make more of an example, Lisa informed suffering Nellie, and the rest of the cabin, that he would not be allowed out of his wet, poopy, stinky diapers until bedtime. He'd wear them all day!

Lisa did relieve him of his baby bonnet, booties and "Little Miss Waterworks" top, in favor of the normal camp outfit. But he had to keep the pacifier in his mouth all day. And she made a simple sign on a 5 x 8 index card that she pinned to the front of his camp T-shirt. It read, "Caution...Stinky Poopy Diapers!!!"

The sign, of course, wasn't really necessary. The very evident bulge under his pleated skirt and his waddle as he walked and his stench made everything perfectly clear. The sign was just an enhancement of his humiliating punishment.

Nellie was left to himself all day. Given a wide berth everywhere, especially at meals. He stunk so horribly. When he walked/waddled or sat down, he did it very carefully and gingerly. I knew, from much experience, that he wanted to minimize the "squish" of everything and was trying to keep the awful contents of his diapers from leaking out. His misery and humiliation was intense, to say the very least. It was all so unfair of that tyrannical bitch Lisa.

Just before bedtime, Lisa allowed him out of his stinky, poopy hell. And none to soon. Brown colored pee was streaming down his legs by then.

As he headed for the bathroom to get out of his mess and shower, Lisa gave him a warning, which was meant for everyone too. "Follow the rules Nellie Jelly, or you'll wind up in the nursery as a full-time little baby girl in messy, stinky diapers!"

I had to get away from Lisa and Sugar Plum cabin, I thought again as I drifted off to sleep.