Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part36



Dreaded Saturday morning dawned, dreary and overcast. Appropriate, because that matched my feeling. Sleepover number two at Sunnyvale tonight!



By mid afternoon though, the sun had peeked out, as Betty pushed me in my stroller to Sunnyvale.



I kept my face buried under my baby bonnet, hoping to not see Penny. Despite what she'd said yesterday afternoon, I was still especially embarrassed in front of her.



Outside of Blackbird cabin, Betty said. "Okay sissyboy, here we are! Outta your stroller and waddle to the door and give it a knock!"



As I got out of the stroller, I gasped. Turtle Dove, Penny's cabin, was just across the way!



I trembled in fear as I knocked on the door. And it was quickly answered.



"Hey girls, our pretty little sissy baby's here!!!" Shouted the tall, lanky, short haired blonde.



I was whisked inside and immediately engulfed in a sea of fawning, oogling, teenage girls.



But after just a minute or two of gushing inspection, the lanky blonde took charge. She had to be the cabin counselor, I figured.



"Okay girls, listen up! Remember....no pics showing his face. That's the rule!" She reminded.



Then she directed her attention to me, with a grin. "Well Stephie, you certainly do make a very precious, sweet little baby girl! But we got something else in mind for you tonight!!!"



I cringed, as she tossled one of my braid loops, and then untied and removed my baby bonnet.



"Strip, you pathetic little pantywiast!" She ordered. "Down to nothing but your diapers and rhumba panties!"



Oh God, what sissy horrors did they have planned for me, I thought.



I started to cry and began undressing. Two girls assisted me.



Down to my diapers and rhumbas, the lanky blonde stood in front of me and fiddled with my braids again.



"The braid loops and ribbons will be just perfect Suzette. We'll keep 'em!" She exclaimed.



Suzette, surely one of the two girls who helped me undress, gave no reply. At this point, I didn't even know what "lanky blonde's" name was. But that was corrected a moment later.



"I'm Paulette, the cabin counselor." She growled at me. "But you're to address me as 'Mademoiselle Paulette'! Understand???"



I nodded up and down.



"Well!!!!!" She snarled.



I wasn't stupid. "Yes Mademoiselle Paulette. " I groveled.



"Oui, it's oui!!!" She said.



"We who?" I asked.



The cabin broke out in laughter. And now I was stupid!



"Oui....it means 'yes'....stupid!!!" Paulette shouted.



"Oui, Mademoiselle Paulette." I begrudgingly replied.



"Tres bien Suzette!" She said.



Again, there was no response from "Suzette". What in the hell did they have in mind for me tonight!

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part37



Paulette practically stuck her face in mine and said. "Now Suzette, about your diapers. We're gonna keep them on you....for now, anyways!"



Okay, I was "Suzette". Go figure!



"They give you such a sweet, plump, frilly little fanny!" Lots of laughter. And Paulette continued. "But under no circ-umstances are you to use them!!! For any reason! We're not gonna have a poopy little girl stinking up the place. You're to use the potty!"



Good news and bad news. Good, for obvious reasons, but I wouldn't be able to pull my "skunk routine" to bail out if I needed to.



"Do you understand Suzette?" She asked.



I nodded.



"Reply properly. And with a curtsey!" She commanded.



"But....!" Oh hell, I thought....and I held out the skirt of an imaginary dress and curtsied. "Oui Mademoiselle Paulette." And the cabin roared.



"Tres bien Suzette!" And a pause from her. "The correct response is 'merci', Suzette!"



"Merci Mademoiselle Paulette." And  I pretend curtsied again.



Well, I wasn't quite sure where all this French crap was leading to. But an hour later, I fully understood; after lots of threats of spanking and winding up at Sunnyvale full time. Paulette knew about that possibility.



I greatly sobbed, as I looked at myself in a full length mirror. My braid loops dangled under a white mop cap. My face was very garishly made up. Mascara, eyeliner, gaudy glitter eye shadow, bright red rouged cheeks and lips. Even long, false eyelashes. A frilly, white lace choker ringed my neck.



My own petticoats bouyed up a black, satiny, puff sleeved and short skirted dress. It was adorned with lots of lace ruffles. A prissy, white, pinafore style apron was tied around it in a huge bow in the back.



Underneath, white fishnet stockings hung from the six straps of the lacy, white garter belt over my diapers and rhumba panties.



I could barely stand in the black, patent leather, four inch spiked, stiletto heels.



A French Maid, made of me. But I looked more like some sissy, tranny whore!

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part38



The Blackbird girls were hell bent on displaying their personal, sissy French Maid to the rest of the camp. Penny would witness my humiliation certainly.



I was handed a plastic pail and rubber gloves to put on.



"Don't wanna ruin your pretty nails honey!" Some girl said.



I was directed outside. And it was no easy chore getting there! Waddling in heavy diapering was hard enough. But with four inch heels in addition, it was next to impossible.



There was a small, overgrown flower bed along the front of the cabin.



"Your first task, as our French Maid, is to tidy up this flower bed." Paulette instructed. "Pull out all the weeds and sticks and stuff, and don't harm any of the Petunias!"



I grimaced and knelt down carefully in front of the flower bed. At least my back would be to the busy trail between the rows of cabins. I wouldn't see passersby, only hear them. I wouldn't see Penny, though she'd surely see me!



No sooner had I knelt, than Paulette snapped at me. "Stand up Suzette!"



I obeyed.



"You're not to kneel, or even bend at your knees!" She scolded. "Lean down, with your legs straight, and do your weeding!"



"But...."



She quickly cut me off. "BUTT is what it's all about Suzette!!!" And everyone laughed. "Lots of southern exposure for your poufie behind!" She taunted. "Understand?"



I just groaned, in tears.



"Reply Suzette!"



I curtsied. "Oui Mademoiselle Paulette."



"Doing the garden, digging the weeds. Who could ask for more???" Paulette sang, as I went about my degrading task.



The Beatles reference wasn't lost on me, just the humor.



And not surprisingly, I caused quite a ruckus as Sunnyvale girls passed by. Tons of teasing and taunting! And I made sure to always be facing the cabin. Couldn't see the tormentors, but certainly could hear them. At least I didn't hear Penny's voice. Though her eyes had to be on me, at some point.



I weeded for almost an hour, until it was time for dinner---in the camp cafeteria. Full exposure to the entire camp now!



In the cafeteria, I didn't eat.



"You can bring back a sandwhich to eat in the cabin Suzette." A Blackbird girl told me.



The cabin ate together at one long table. And I was their maid servant, waitress really. I spent the entire dinnertime with a pitcher in my hand, refilling drinks and fetching bread and dessert and such. And the Blackbird girls discovered a popular pastime. They'd drop a knife or fork or napkin, and summon me to pick it up, straight legged. Lots of southern exposure. And lots of bum pats and pinches. And lots of laughs and taunts.



I glanced around, ocassionally, for Penny. But hoping to not see her. And I didn't. But I knew that didn't mean that she hadn't seen me!



I was relieved to be out of the cafeteria, at least, when supper ended. I knew back in the cabin would be pure hell of course, but at least I'd be out of sight of the entire camp and Penny, I hoped.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part39



Back at Blackbird, I was given a brief period of time to eat a tuna sandwhich and down a can of soda. And the the evening's "festivities" began.



I was stood in front of the girls, Paulette taking charge naturally. I whimpered and hung my head as he took two large safety pins and, with a devilish smirk, pinned the front of my sissymaid dress and petticoats high up on my chest. Cameras and cell phones taking it all in.



"Time to get you outta those diapers Suzette!" Palulette declared. "And remember, if you need to use the potty, just ask." She added.



A couple of girls assisted in the unveiling. And a few minutes later, I stood erect, fully exposed in the front. My only undergarments being the garter belt and fishnets.



"Dinky, but stiff!" Scoffed a girl. "God, he likes this!"



"I doubt for long!" Paulette replied.



Paulette then took a length of pink ribbon and tied it in a bow around the head of my throbbing member. And everyone laughed. And I cried.



And I was set to my French Maid duties.



"In the fridge over there," and Paulette pointed, "is a tray. Get it and bring it back."



I turned to walk to the fridge, but was quickly stopped in my tracks.



"Suzette!!!" Paulette yelled. "RSVP!"



I just looked at her, confused.



"RSVP!" She said again. "Respondez s'il vous plait!"



Now I was even more confused with all this French crap!



"It means 'reply please' in French....pinhead!" She snarled.



"More like pin PRICK!!!" Someone called out. And the cabin burst into laughter.



I grit my teeth and curtsied, my stiff wiener bobbing up and down as I did so. "Oui Mademoiselle Paulette." And I headed to the refridgerator.



The tray was a platter of tooth picked cheese wedges and coc-ktail wieners. The irony of which, wasn't lost on me.



The girls sat around chatting and reading magazines and writing letters to home and doing all manner of "girlie things".



And I was made to mince about, offering the girls cheese and coc-ktail wieners. In my spiked heels, my feet and legs were throbbing. And so was my "middle leg" unfortunately.



"Care for some cheese or a coc-ktail wiener Mademoiselle?" I asked a girl, as Paulette had told me to say.



"No thanks on the cheese Suzette. " She replied. "But can I have a bite of your little coc-ktail wiener?"



Lots of laughter! Lots of tears!



Another girl took a wiener from the tray and held it along side of mine. "Wow....about the same size!!!" She teased.



More laughter and more tears!



Humiliating "wiener analogies" resounded until the tray was emptied.



A manicure and varnishing for one girl was my next task, followed by a pedicure and nailpolish for another. The latter was particularly gross, as her feet were ripe and smelly!



And all the time, of course, I was berated and degraded with caustic, humiliating jabs and comments.



I set two girls' hair in rollers and brushed out another's. That wasn't so bad. Girls' hair always felt and smelled good!



Next, I hand washed three pairs of panties. That wasn't pleasant.!



More degrading was when I was put on my hands and knees in front of a chair and used as a foot stool by a girl, as she read a magazine and sipped a Coke.



And as I held that position, I realized that I really needed to use the toilet. A good excuse to stop being a human "ottoman" and, the plus of getting to use a toilet!



"Can I please use the potty Mademoiselle Paulette?" I called out, as she had instructed. Everybody laughed at my childlike question.



"Of course Suzette!" She exclaimed.



And everyone laughed even more, as I stood up from my "ottoman" position.



"It's right over there Suzette!!!" Paulette gleefully chimed, as she pointed to a corner.



"No!!!!!" I screamed, at the sight of a potty chair now placed in the corner. "You said I could use the potty!"



"So I did!" She cackled. "And there it is! Your throne awaits you!"



"Please no!!! Not in front of everybody!!!" I pleaded.



"You spend most of your time being little Baby Stephie." Paulette said. "And little baby girls have no sense of modesty!"



"But I'm not a baby now!!!"



"Nice try Suzette, but no cigar!....Now sit down and do your business!" She yelled.



It took a good, sound, bare butt spanking from Paulette and threats about fulltime Sunnyvale, to get me positioned on my throne. And my chest heaved and I wailed, as I did my humiliating "business" in front of them. And I had a lot of "business" to do! It was worse than wetting and pooping in diapers!



When done, Paulette had me empty the pot under the seat, in the real toilet. And I wished I could flush myself down it too. I was that embarrassed.



The horrific night ended with me making a "number three" in front of all the girls, while extolling the virtues of being a girl.



"I love being a girl!....I love being a girl!....I love being a girl!" I was forced to repeat over and over, as I got myself off.



And I was given a sleeping bag and a pillow and sent to a corner for the night. It was a fitful, restless sleep.



In the morning, I was glad to be quickly rediapered and babied up and dispatched back to Camp Sissy Curls. No breakfast for me, which I was happy about.



As I stepped from Blackbird cabin, girls were making their way to breakfast. Thankfully, not Penny. They giggled and teased as I waddled along.



Alone, midway through the path connecting the two camps, I heard Penny's voice from behind. She had been waiting for me.



"Hold up Steph!"



"Please leave me alone Penny!"



"Don't be like that Stephie!" She replied, as she took my hand. "Are you okay honey?"



"Well....more okay now that it's over, I guess you could say." I moaned. "You must have seen me?" And a tear ran down my face.



"I only saw you briefly, outside weeding the garden. I skipped dinner to avoid you....I'm so sorry for you sweetheart!"



"Thanks for that Penny!"



"We gotta do something about this Steph!!!"

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part40



The third week of camp began pretty calmy and quietly. Volunteer visits from Penny. Billie Jean doing his best to get through his final week of baby punishment. Felicity too, but with more enthusiasm and zeal.



A couple of stints for me at the chalkboard in messy diapers during the evening movie. A lot of the usual stuff.



Probably the most embarrassing moment came Thursday morning, when I walked from the shower, all cleaned up from a poopy night, with a towel wrapped around my waist.



Penny had just walked into the nursery. Bernice and Betty were busy tending to Billie Jean and Felicity.



"Penny, be a luv, diaper and dress Stephie. Would you please?" Bernice called.



"Sure Miss Baldwin."



"No!!!" I squealled.



Bernice glanced back at me over her shoulder, with a look of "what difference does it make".



Penny just crossed her eyes in a glare at me.



I got the message. Can't break our "cover".



"C'mon Stephie, up on the changing table. Bum up!" She said.



I took a deep breath. I had no choice.



I sobbed as quietly as I could, in great embarrassment, as Penny unwrapped the towel and exposed my bare bum.



I shuddered and tensed, as she rubbed diaper rash ointment on my fanny. It was so humiliating to have my girlfriend do this!



She leaned down and softly whispered in my ear. "It's okay Steph. Nothing I haven't seen or felt before." She tried to sooth.



But it didn't help to relieve my embarrassment.



With babypowder sprinkled, she flipped me over to do my front.



And I was in real agony now! I was bone hard, very bone hard! She was, afterall, the true girl of my dreams.



As she powdered away in the front, it felt wonderful. But equally awful too, given the circ-umstances.



I was glad to be finally diapered and pantied and dressed.



On Friday afternoon, I got the word from Penny that "Swan" cabin was my sleepover on Saturday. At least it wasn't Penny's cabin. I gave Penny my usual warning to avoid me at all costs.



And Saturday after lunch, I knocked on the door of Swan cabin.



I was immediately beset by a horde of girls, eager to undress and redress me. They went about me almost as if I was a thing and not a person; like a piece of work on an assembly line. They spoke very little directly to me, except one asked if my diapers were dry and clean, which they were.



They stripped me down to absolutely nothing but my Depends. They even undid my hairbows and braids.



"Okay girls, " said one, "our little sissyboy's ready to be dressed!"



I started to balk, only to be brought back in tow with threats of a spanking and full-time Sunnyvale. Full-time Sunnyvale really had me over a barrel.



Pink tights were snaked up my legs and over my diapers. My rhumba panties were restored.



"The pink accents of his panties are perfect!" One girl gushed.



A classic style, pink ballet tutu was next. The tutu's very frilled bodice had a "V" neck and arm puffs. The skirt was tier'd pink organdy and rested at a right angle to the floor, atop my rhumba panties. Pink, Capezio ballet slippers were next.



I was then seated in front of a mirror for hair and makeup.



"Ouchhhhh!!!" I cried, as a girl pulled my hair up into a very tight bun on the top of my head.



"Shut up, ballerina boy!!!" She yelled, as she secured it tightly in place with a rubber band and covered it with a pink crochet bun cover.



Lots of pink accented makeup and lipgloss followed. Little spit curls were pulled down to dangle in front of my ears. A spritz of perfume, and I was ready.



I was stood up and the cabin applauded and cheered and laughed at the little ballerina boy in front of them.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part41



A girl named Sonya then took charge. "Okay girls, let's get little ballerina boy here over to the dance studio for a quick, crash course in ballet." She said and added. "Gotta get him ready for his performance tonight. Time's a wastin'!"



Oh dear God, I thought....performance!!! And where was this dance studio? Off camp perhaps???



Sonya and most of the Swan girls walked me over to the dance studio which, thankfully, was just a room off the Sunnyvale rec center.



I waddled along wearing my maryjanes and carrying my ballet slippers in hand. And my outfit felt unbelievably weird and strange. Strange that it felt strange, given the myriad of ridiculously frilly, sissy outfits I'd been adorned in over the past year. But it was weird! The skirt of the tutu was more like some kind of giant, poufie belt. Or like the rings around Saturn. It did absolutely nothing to cover ANYTHING below my waist.



But I'd seen pictures of ballerinas before and knew this was the norm. The norm for a female, at least! And it definitely didn't stop me from being very embarrassed by my great over-exposure!



And it was particularly humiliating when a group of girls approached us as we walked. And Penny was in the group. The group was actually pretty benign toward me. Just giggles. And Penny just totally looked away from me, thank God.



Turns out, Sonya was a gifted student of ballet. Her mom even ran a small ballet school. My "crash course" in ballet included something Sonya called "the five positions of the feet" and ballet poses called "Arabesques and attitudes" and of course, the ever popular "pirouette". I practiced them with the help of the barre and mirror until dinner time.



And I performed them all absolutely horribly, no surprise! But that didn't matter to the girls.



"Just so he get's the gist of it!" Sonya said, at one point.



More like the "jest" of it! They wanted my dancing to look as foolish and ridiculous as the rest of me, of course.



At dinner, I sat at the Swan table with my face buried and hoped Penny wasn't nearby or watching. I didn't eat. No appetite, of course. I just listened to the horror of taunting and teasing.



I also was told that I'd be the "opening act" before the Satrurday night movie in the Sunnyvale rec center.



"That'll beat the Blackbird 'French Maid' thing last week!" I heard one Swan girl exclaim.



.....Off stage of the rec center, a CD player was turned on. It played an endless loop of the overture of Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake". Appropriate!



A large, velvet, white face mask was placed on me. Anonymity from the flashing cameras.



"Out ya go ballerina boy. Break a leg!!!" Sonya chuckled, as she shoved me on stage.



I wanted more than a broken leg. I wanted to drown in "Swan Lake".



I ballet danced, if you could call it that, to the loudest roar of laughter that I'd ever heard!!! I was the epitome of sissydom!!! And worst of all, Penny had to be watching!



And as the overture repeated on and on, and I danced on and on, I started to wet and poop myself, out of fear and horror really.



When the music finally stopped, my tights were soaked with brown colored pee.



And I just RAN!!! I didn't bother with my maryjanes. I didn't care about my clothes back at Swan cabin. I didn't give a hoot about getting in trouble with Ms Roberts. I just RAN for my life to the only place I could, in my condition.



And I didn't stop at all, until I reached the nursery back at Sissy Curls, totally out of breath.



My ballet slippers and the brown soaked feet of my tights were in shreads, as were my nerves.



"Ohhhh Stephie!!!" Bernice moaned. And despite my stench, she put her arm around me and walked me into the nursery. "C'mon sweetheart, let's get you into a tub and into bed. I'll send for your clothes tomorrow."



And God love her, she spent the rest of the evenining ministering to me. And God knows, I needed it!

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part42



I woke up Sunday morning, still totally drained and exhausted from the night before. I dragged myself to the shower to get cleaned up. I'd wet myself over night. And as I showered, I contemplated what Ms Roberts might do to me because of my quick exit from Sunnyvale last night.



I stepped from the bathroom, wrapped in my towel, and sat on the changing table for diapering and dressing. I was the only baby girl in the nursery now. Felicity and Billie Jean had done their time.



Bernice soon came over and frowned. "You still look pretty wiped out sweet pea!" And she gave my cheek a caress in sympathy.



I yawned. "Yeah." And that was all the energy I could muster.



"I'll tell you what Steph!" She said with a smile. "How'd you like to be a girl today? Just a girl! Fourteen years old....not a baby girl!"



"Sure!" My spirits perked up. "That'd be great! But what will Ms Roberts say about that?"



"Nothing! She's been out of camp all weekend and won't be back 'til sometime on Tuesday. So you can just be a normal teenage girl today! Tomorrow too, for that matter." She exclaimed.



"A normal teenage girl" would, normally, seem to be a conflict in terms to most. But to me, it wasn't. It was a God send!



"But I don't wanna get in even more trouble with her than I'll surely be in over last night." I said.



"True about last night Steph!" Bernice sighed. "But she won't argue about me letting you be just a regular girl for a couple of days. She never over-rules me on things like that. And God knows, you sure deserve a break!"



"Yeah, no kiddin'!" I groaned.



"Speaking of a break, when camp ends, will you get to go back to being a boy again? One hundred percent, all of the time?" She asked.



"Yes!!!" I REALLY exclaimed. "I can't wait!"



Twenty minutes later, I smiled as I walked, not waddled, to breakfast. And I relished in the feel of my panties, bra, pleated skirt and camp T-shirt. My simple, "scrunchied" ponytail felt equally wonderful too!



Normally, that would sound perverse. But not in my case, under my circ-umstances.



And at breakfast, I didn't sit in my highchair. Highchairs were for babies!



On the way back to the nursery, I pondered what I might do next. It was a nice, sunny and warm day. I hoped I wouldn't be confined to my playpen outisde. I wasn't a baby, after all, for now.



Inside, I asked Bernice. " Would it be okay if I just went for a little walk around the camp?"



"Sure Stephie. Sounds like a good idea. Just stay in the camp!" She replied.



"Thanks, I will."



And as I started to turn for the door, I heard Penny's voice. "Wow!!! Well just look at you Stephie!!!" And Penny had a broad smile on her face.



And I actually put my hands on my hips and started to give them a little twirl, with a girlish pose. But I abruptly stopped, realizing that all

this "girlie" stuff was becoming way too second nature to me.



"Where are you off to Steph?" Penny asked.



"Goin' for a little walk. " I replied.



"Miss Baldwin, can I..........." But Penny was cut off by Bernice.



"Sure Penny, you can go with her." Bernice said. "Nothing to do here in the nursery anyhow. No babies! Felicity and Billie Jean are done. And Stephie's a regular girl for today and tomorrow."



"Wow, great! Thanks Miss Baldwin." Penny exclaimed.



"Have fun girls!" Bernice called, as we walked out the door.



Outside, Penny asked. "What gives? What's up Steph?"



"Ms Roberts is away 'til Tuesday and Bernice is giving me a break. A 'baby' break!"



"She's a real sweetie Steph!"



"Yeah, I know. I don't know how I could survive here, if it weren't for the two of you!"



"Thanks Steph!"



"Yeah, but the 'you know what' will hit the fan when Ms Roberts comes back on Tuesday. No tellin' what she'll do to me for running away from Sunnyvale last night!" I groaned. "Probably full time there for me!"



"Oh....maybe not Stephie. Besides, just enjoy the here and now!" She tried to cheer me up.



As we walked, I started to whimper and asked. "Penny, I'm so ashamed!!! You had to have seen me all dressed up as a little....well.... you know?"



I just couldn't bring myself to say "ballerina" for some reason.



"Ohhh....," and she took a deep breath, "don't worry about that sweetheart. It's not like you had any choice!"



And then she corrected herself. "Well....actually you did have a choice!And you took it. You got the hell out of there!"



And she stopped and looked me in the eye. "And it was your only choice. And it was brave of you to take it!"



"Running away isn't brave Penny!" I cried, with little solace. "And Ms Roberts will see that I pay for it!"



"Well then, it was the 'smart' thing to do Steph!" She argued. "Now c'mon....just enjoy being a regular, normal girl for awhile!"



"There's nothing NORMAL about me Penny!"



"You know what I meant....Stephen!"