Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part43



Penny and I just walked about the camp for maybe an hour, enjoying each other's company. And me, especially enjoying my simple, diaperless, age appropriate outfit and hairstyle.



Back at the nursery, Bernice exclaimed. "Oh good, I'm glad you're back! I have a favor to ask of the two of you."



"Sure Miss Baldwin, what?" Penny asked.



"I have a baby shower to go to for my niece in half an hour. It's not far from here. Betty's not around, she went home for the weekend." Bernice explained. "No babies to be tended to here in the nursery, just the two of you. But I gotta, officially, leave someone in charge here. Could you be in charge for me Penny, if you have nothing else going on? I won't be very long. I'll be back before dinner!"



"Sure Miss Baldwin, I'd be glad to help you out!"



"Great Penny, you're a dear!" Bernice beamed. "Otherwise, I'd have to leave Stephie with Lisa or Chrissy."



Wow, bullet dodged, I thought.



Half an hour later, all dressed up for the occasion, but in a bit of a thither, Bernice was on her way. "Be back in a couple of hours girls!"



"You look pretty, Miss Baldwin!" I complimented.



"Thanks Steph." She smiled. "Stay in camp girls!" She added.



"We will." Penny replied.



After a quick lunch in the mess hall, Penny and I returned to the nursery.



"Whatdaya wanna do Penny?" I asked.



She looked around the vacant nursery and gave me a devilish grin. And she took my hand and, without a word, led me into another room---the break room, that Bernice used to relax and eat her meals in. She sat me on the couch there.



"I'll tell ya what I wanna do Stephen!!! I wanna have my way with you, sweetheart!" She had a huge gleam on her face.



As did I!



After a period of heavy groping and all, Penny panted. "I wanna go all the way Stephen!!!" She was sweating and out of breath, as I was.



But I didn't want to go all the way. Well, I did....but not under the circ-umstances!



"We can't Penny. I don't have any protection!" Great excuse, I thought.



"Not a problem!" And she reached down into her purse next to the couch and fumbled through it.



And she produced a small foil packet....a condom. And she smiled. "I got that covered honey! And no one's around!"



I had to resort to the truth now.



"I gotta be honest with ya Penny. I don't wanna do it...all the way!"



She gasped, in total disbelief and frustration.



"Why not???" And she was crying now. "Don't you find me....uhm....ATTRACTIVE....in that way???"



"Oh God Penny, I so do!!! So much more than you can imagine!!! I love you and I'd love to but....."



"But what Stephen???" She cried. "I want my first and only to be with you!!!"



"That's the problem Penny! I want your first time to be with me too!!!" And I was starting to tear up a little. "But I mean ME....STEPHEN....the real me! A guy....not some sissy freak in a skirt and panties, at a sissy camp!"



"Ohhh Stephen....not that again!!! I've told you a million times that I don't care about that!" She sighed. "I see, AND LOVE, the real you underneath all the girl stuff.



And she grabbed hold of my very erect member. "That sure ain't no girl down there!!!"



"Penny, you deserve....we both deserve....to do it as a real couple! A real guy....AND THE BEAUTIFUL GIRL OF HIS DREAMS!!!"



That last statement was the clincher.



Penny sighed and took a very long, deep breath. She was frustrated, as she fondled my cheek.



"Oh God Stephen!" And she paused in thought. "It's frustrating as hell....but I guess....I guess your reason is part of why I love you so much!!!"



"It's just as frustrating for me too Penny. I promise!"



"Yeah....well this Fall when you're back to being a boy, you better....."



"Try to stop me!!!!!" I interrupted.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part44

Monday morning, Penny accosted me outside the cafeteria after breakfast.

"C'mon Steph, hurry! Got just enough time to catch the shuttle bus!" She said in a rush, tugging on my arm. "Otherwise we'll have to wait an hour for the next one!"

"Hold on, can I get a word in here???" I yelled.

"Sure, just keep moving or we'll miss the bus!"

"What's goin' on? Where are we going Penny?"

"While you were in breakfast, I got Miss Baldwin's permission to take you shopping with me! Isn't that great!"

"Hell no!!!" I hollered. "Where???"

"Relax Steph, everything will be fine. Just keep a move on!"

"But Penny, I....."

"Oh, super! It's still there." She cut me off, pointing ahead to the shuttle bus waiting in front of the administration building.

Outside the open bus doors, I held her in place. "Penny, no way I'm gonna go shopping at the....."

"C'mon you two, in or out?" The driver called. "I gotta a schedule to keep!" He snarled.

Penny practically pushed me inside and into a seat.

"Ohhh!!!" Penny said, sitting next to me, puffing for air. "We just made it."

"I'm not going shopping Penny!!!" And I started to stand, only to quickly be yanked back down by Penny.

"The bus is already moving Steph. Too late!" She scolded. "Besides, when are you ever going to begin to trust me??? Everything will be fine! Trust me, will ya Steph???"

"We better not be going to......"

"We're not going to the Mall Stephie!" She exclaimed. "We're going to Walmart....a huge back to school sale for their grand opening a few weeks ago."

"What???" I complained.

"A Walmart Superstore opened a few weeks back, outside of the town. I got some birthday money to spend for back to school clothes." She explained, still puffing a bit. "And Miss Baldwin gave me permission to take you along! It'll be something fun for us to do. A nice change from camp....both camps!"

"Well I didn't give you MY permission!" And I was actually pissed now, and she sensed it.

"I'm sorry Stephie. You're right." She conceded. "We just had to rush. Miss Baldwin said we have to be back by two."

"Penny, I don't have a thing with me. No money!" I argued. "I don't even have my purse!!!"

And despite having a year gone by now, my last statement still echoed uncomfortably in my head.

"You don't need any money Steph. I'll pay for lunch or whatever. My treat!"

"Some treat!" I grumbled.

"Oh, c'mon Steph, don't be such a poop!!!" She giggled. "You're not....are you???"

I caught her drift and angrily replied. "You know, full well, I'm not back in diapers 'til tomorrow Penny!"

"I know Stephie. Sorry...bad joke!" She apologized, and added. "But that's the beauty of it. We can go out and spend the morning together like any two teenage girls might. Like we were back at home! And God knows you look as much like a girl as I do. Even prettier!"

"PENNY!!!"

"Oh damn, I'm sorry Steph!" She cried in frustration. "I'm just tryin' to find words to calm you down, to relax you. Everthing will be fine, I promise!"

I looked down at myself, my T-shirt in particular. "This shirt's a dead giveaway Penny!" Of course, I was wearing the "Camp Sissy Curls" official T-shirt. "Everybody will know I'm a boy!"

Penny perked up over my words. And she smiled broadly, with a look of self-satisfaction. And she reached into her purse and pulled out a pale blue cloth bundle and put in in my hands.

"Oh Stephie, Stephie, Stephie....when are you ever gonna learn to trust me???" She scorned, though lovingly. "I got that covered. Pull it on over your camp top."

I pulled one of her t-tops over me and tucked my camp shirt into my khaki pleated skirt. And it smelled good. It smelled like Penny!

"Honest to God Penny, if I get outed cuz of this, I'll....."

"You won't Steph, I promise! You look just like any other normal..." And she stopped and quickly corrected herself. "You look just like any other teenage girl. It's no different than back at home for us! Trust me!!!"

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part45



Walmart was packed. But I blended in nicely with the crowd. No real surprise there.



"Wanna check out boy's slacks and shirts for you this Fall Steph?"



"Nah, I'm still a girl now! We'd look funny." I declined. "Besides, I don't have any money on me anyways!"



"We wouldn't look funny Steph. Girls often shop for clothes as gifts for their boyfriends!" She argued. "Now....the other way around might look a little funny!" And she laughed and said. "If you found something you liked, I could put it on my debit card and you could pay me back later."



"No." I repeated. "Besides, I'd have to try them on. And I sure can't do that looking like I do!"



She grabbed my arm to drag me along. "Well it doesn't hurt to look, at least. It might do you some good. You're gonna need 'em in just a little over a month Steph!"



"Yeah, I can't wait!" I exclaimed.



"Neither can I Steph. Now c'mon!"



We looked through the Mens/Boys department for awhile. A number of times, I had to stop Penny from holding clothes up to me, like a mother would a child, to see how they might look and fit on me. But I have to admit that it was wonderful to be checking out boys clothes for the first time in a very LONG time!



We moved on to the Girls department. And sadly, I felt more at home there. Way too "second nature", I thought again.



Penny eagerly looked around at school clothes. No "Sacred Heart Academy" school uniform for her anymore. Or for me either, for that matter. It was public school for the both of us this Fall---Truman High!



But she was picky, and disappointed to find nothing to her liking.



So instead, she looked around endlessly for summer clearance clothes. And I was starting to feel a little bit like a "henpecked husband" might feel.



She settled on a couple of pairs of shorts on sale and tops that would go with them.



"C'mon Steph, I gotta try them on." And she grabbbed my arm once more and pulled me toward the womens dressing room.



"Hold up Penny!" I said loudly, then lowered it to a whisper. "You're not thinking of taking me in there??? I'll wait out here. I can't go in there!"



"Why not Steph? Girls try on clothes together all the time!" She replied, very matter of factly.



"Duh!!!" Was my only answer.



If Penny was anything, she was persistent and determined! And despite my trepidations, I soon found myself in a cubicle in the womens dressing room, door closed.



And to my horror, but great delight too I must admit, she stripped down to nothing but her panties and bra to try on the shorts and tops.



And God was she gorgeous!!!



"Penny!!!" I gasped.



"What Steph???" Again, very nonchalantly. "Don't you like what you see???" She giggled, with a sly grin, hands on her hips provocatively twirling a little.



"Well sure! But....."



"But nothing Steph!" She broke in, in a hush. "I'm just giving you a little 'tease' for this Fall!!!"



And she laughed softly. "I guess I should have said a 'big tease' instead!" And she poked the front of my skirt, which was greatly poking out at her!



"Oh God Penny, stop it! There are probably cameras in here! I gotta get out of here!"



"Not 'til you calm down....down THERE!!!" She scoffed and she grabbed it in her hand. "That's my guy!!!" She smiled.



Who said "Catholic girls start much too late." Billy Joel was wrong!



When I had sufficiently "calmed down" down there, I left. And a few minutes later, Penny joined me outside the dressing room and she paid for her clothes and we were out the Walmart doors.



"Let's get some lunch Steph. The shuttle's gonna meet us back here at one thirty. That gives us almost an hour."



And she looked around and then pointed. "There's a Wendy's across the street Penny! Okay with you?"



"Yeah, fine." I replied, with little enthusiasm.



We got in the back of the long line at Wendy's. And soon, two boys our age cued up behind us. And they wasted no time!



"Hi girls! You two from around here?" One asked.



"No!" Penny curtly replied, having no interest in engaging them.



Eyeing Penny's Walmart bag, the other asked. "Doing some shopping for school in the Fall girls?"



"No!!" Penny again abruptly answered.



"Where do you girls go to school?" The first persisted.



"Not around here!" Penny angrily said.



Then the other boy made his move. "You're really cute sweetie!!!" And he put his arm around Penny's waist. And she jumped back.



And I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled his face up close to mine.



And I growled at him, in a very "unfeminine" voice. "Leave her alone! She's with me!!!"



And I let loose of his collar.



Both boys quickly backed off, momentarily gaping at me, saucer eyed.



And as they quickly made for the door in retreat, I heard one of them mumble. "Must be Dykes or something!"



The little bit of commotion I'd caused soon settled down and we got our lunch and found a table.



"You're my hero Stephen!" Penny whispered, chewing on a French fry.



"Yeah....a real Super Girl!" I grumbled back at her.



"Oh stop that, you ARE my hero!!!" Penny said again, with a loving smile.



On the shuttle back to camp, Penny asked. "Now wasn't it great to get away from camp for awhile Steph?"



"Yeah Penny, I suppose. But tomorrow the boom's gonna drop on me when Ms Roberts gets back!"



"Oh Steph, just focus on the here and now!"

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part46

Monday night was a very restless one for me. I got little sleep. I tossed and turned in my crib, dreading what fate Ms Roberts had in store for me.

As the morning sun began to peek through the curtains, I completely wet and pooped myself, so I'd at least start the day off with fresh, clean diapers.

At eight, Bernice's head appeared over my crib. She gagged a little. "Oh pew Stephie....hit the showers!"

As I made my way for the bathroom, she called. "And wash your hair and use the conditioner. Take your time. You need to be extra squeaky clean today! If you miss breakfast, you can have some cereal here sweetie."

Extra squeaky clean for my execution today, I wondered?

When I was extra squeaky clean, hair shampooed and conditioned, Bernice diapered me and fitted baby blue lace trimmed rhumba panties over them. Then she rubbed her hands up and down my legs.

"Hmmmm....that won't do!" She groaned. Then she fetched a can of shaving cream and a disposable razor and handed them to me.

"Get rid of the stubble Steph. Do under your arms too!"

And then she rubbed her hand against the side of my face and declared. "Fine there. But I'll bet before too long, you'll need to use a razor on your face too!"

I appreciated her "manhood" reference, despite my girlishness.

What I wouldn't give to be a young man, shaving his face; instead of a girl, shaving hers legs and armpits.

With my girly chore done, Bernice did a little tweezing on my eyebrows to restore them to a nice girlish arch.

And all this primping and attention to details scared me.

Eyebrows arched, Bernice said. "C'mon Steph, I'll give you some juice and cereal before getting you dressed. It's too late to make it to the cafeteria in time."

In just my diapers and rhumbas, I sat at the table in the other room and just played with my spoon in the cereal bowl. I wasn't particularly hungry.

Bernice sat down across from me. "C'mon Steph, eat something."

"I don't have much of an appetite....I mean....Ms Roberts and all."

"Yeah, I know sweetie." She sighed. "She actually called me last night about you!"

I gulped, as Bernice continued.

"She'll be back around noon and she wants you in her office after lunch. One o'clock sharp. Looking your prettiest!"

I started to cry. "Oh God Bernice, she's gonna send me to Sunnyvale, full-time, for the rest of the summer!" I wailed.

Bernice reached across the table and took my hands in hers. "Well....not necessarily so!"

"What do you mean???"

"Oh....I really shouldn't tell you this Stephie. But I know she's going to offer you an alternative to Sunnyvale. She told me that last night on the phone."

"What alternative?" I asked, as I sobbed.

"I've said too much already Stephie!" And she chewed on her lower lip for a moment in thought. "But I'll say this....you might want to carefully consider her alternative. It might be the lesser of two evils. That's all I can say sweetheart."

With breakfast finished, well really unfinished, she went to work making me look my "prettiest" for Ms Roberts. She blow dried my hair and thoroughly brushed away at it and took great care with braiding my loops. She finished them off with baby blue ribbon bows and clipped in barrettes.

Some light makeup and pink lip gloss came next. With a dab of perfume behind my earringed ears and on my wrists, I was ready for dressing.

"Perfect....I'll get your dress for today sweet pea." She said.

As she started off, we both heard. "Hi Miss Baldwin!"

It was Betty, returned from her long weekend at home.

"Oh Betty, hi!" Bernice exclaimed. "Have a nice weekend at home?"

"Yeah great, thanks!" Betty replied.

"Good for you Betty!" And Bernice got right down to business. "Now be a dear and fetch the blue gingham dress with the sewn in petticoats for Stephie here. And bring the extra petticoat too please!"

"Sure Miss Baldwin!"

The two of them dressed me nice and "poufie" and fitted baby blue lace trimmed anklets and black, patent leather Maryjanes to my feet. And I was done.

Bernice looked at her watch. "It's ten fifty Betty." She said. "The cafeteria opens for lunch at eleven. Why don't you take him over there for an early lunch. He really didn't eat any breakfast."

"Okay Miss Baldwin." Betty replied. "C'mon, let's go pretty boy!"

"Oh please Miss Baldwin, I'm not hungry!" I pleaded.

"You gotta eat something Stephie!" She said.

"Yeah....like my last meal!!!" I grumbled.

"Steph, remember what we talked about earlier this morning!" She reminded. "It might not be so bad! Now off you go."

Betty and I started off. And we heard Penny's voice from behind on the path.

"Hey you two, hold up!" She called, as she approached us. "Off to an early lunch?"

"Yeah." Was all Betty said.

I said nothing and just hung my head.

"Want me to take him to lunch Betty?" Penny asked.

"Sure, sounds good!" Betty eagerly replied. "I'm not hungry. It's too early for me for lunch. He's all yours!"

As Penny and I walked along, I begged her. "Please just leave me alone Penny. I gotta see Ms Roberts at one o'clock. And having you around and walking along with me....well....it feels like 'dead man walking' for me!"

"Aw c'mon honey. It might not be so bad!" She consoled, in vain though.

"Yeah right Penny!!!"

"If you wind up at Sunnyvale full-time, I promise you Steph, I'll find a way to get you out of there!"

We said little more through lunch. I was just beside myself with fear.

But I did wonder what Bernice meant by "an alternative to Sunnyvale".

After lunch, Penny walked with me back to the nursery and we just kind of hung out together until just before one o'clock, when it was time for me to face Ms Roberts.

"I'll walk over with you Steph!" Penny said.

"No....'dead man walking' Penny! I'll go on my own!"

I knocked on Ms Roberts' office door, with GREAT hesitation.

"Come in Stephanie!" I heard from behind it.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part47



I took a deep breath and stepped inside. Ms Roberts, who was seated behind her desk, got up and approached to inspect me.



She looked me over and, fondling my braid loops, said, "you look very pretty Stephanie."



I said nothing.



And she reprimanded me. "Reply please, properly!"



I curtsied. "Thank you Ms Roberts."



Then she pulled a wooden desk chair over in front of her desk and said. "Sit down please Stephanie." And she took her place back behind her desk. And she just looked at me, silently, for several moments.



She finally began. "Running away from Sunnyvale Saturday night was a very, very bad thing Stephanie!"



"Yes Ms Roberts, I'm sorry." I offered, trying to appear contrite.



"Well not as sorry as you're probably gonna be, young lady!"



"Yes Ms Roberts. Please forgive me!" More contrition on my part, in an effort to smooth things over a bit.



"What you did, Stephanie, warrants very serious consequences!!!"



"Please not full-time Sunnyvale Ms Roberts!" I pleaded. "Anything but that!"



"Well, that's certainly a very real possibility for you Stephanie!"



And she paused, just looking at me again, seemingly waiting for a response from me. And I was surprised by her relatively mild demeanor with me, so far. But I knew the other shoe had to drop soon.



But I ventured to ask. "Please Ms Roberts, what do you mean by....possibility?"



She smiled a little. I had asked the right question.



"Stephanie, I've thought this out very thoroughly. And I'm going to give you a choice. So listen carefully!"



"Yes Ms Roberts." Certainly the alternative Bernice had talked about, I figured.



"As punishment, either full-time at Sunnyvale, where the girls will have a real feast with you....OR, you're gonna go to work full-time....take a job! Working nine to five!"



Now that REALLY caught me off guard. I surely didn't see that coming.



"You mean get a job?" I asked.



"Yup!"



"But how and where Ms Roberts?" The whole thing sounded crazy to me.



"Oh, I have that all planned out Stephanie."



"You mean, if I work a job, I don't have to stay at Sunnyvale?"



"Well, not quite." She replied. "Now keep quiet and listen to your choices for punishment. And you should be grateful to be given a choice. You don't really deserve that!"



I nodded my head up and down.



"Choice one, Sunnyvale full-time, where the girls can have their way with you ALL THEY WANT!"



"No!!!" I moaned.



"I told you to keep quiet young lady!" She scolded, in a not so mild demeanor now.



I nodded "yes".



"Choice two. If you opt for the job, you'll work basically nine to five, Monday through Friday. But you'll still have Saturday night sleepovers at Sunnyvale, like always. And outside of work, you'll continue to be a little baby girl in messy diapers, living here at camp in the nursery. Like always!"



Oh crap, I thought. And I raised raised my hand, like I was in school.



"Put your hand down!" She yelled. "Don't ask!"



I lowered my hand and she continued.



"While you're working, you won't be in diapers....well, you might be some of the time." She corrected herself. "But you won't be using them. And you'll actually be paid....minimum wage, off the books."



And she paused for a breath. "But outside of work, everything remains the same as it's been. In a nutshell Stephanie, your punishment is to either work a job or spend the rest of the summer full-time at Sunnyvale."



And she just silently looked at me again for several moments. Her cue for a response from me.



And I shyly raised my hand again, but just a little.



"Okay Stephanie....what?"



"Well, this job....what is it and where? And will I still be a girl for it?" I asked.



"Well duh!!!" She scorned. "Of course you'll be a girl! Just as you are now!"



I felt foolish. The "girl" question was a stupid one.



"As to what and where, I'll only say this." And she stood up from behind her desk. "It's a job that you're perfectly suited for and it's in town. That's it!!!"



"Can I think about it Ms Roberts?"



"Yeah, you have about one minute while I get a cup of coffee!"



And she left me alone in the office. And all the pros and cons raced through my head. And I thought about how Bernice had said that I should consider her alternative, as a lesser of two evils maybe.



And of course, I wondered what kind of a job it was. Ms Roberts had been, purposely, vague about it. Maybe a waitress in the restaurant in town. God, that'd be awful!



But the bottom line was....anything had to be better than living full-time at Sunnyvale!



A minute later, she returned, sipping her coffee.



"Well....deal or no deal?" She asked.



I always thought that show and Howie Mandel were creepy. But this was even creepier!



What an awful choice to have to make, I thought. But I did.



"Okay, the job." I hesitantly replied.



"Are you sure Stephanie? There's no going back!"



"Yes Ms Roberts."



"Very well then Stephanie. Come along. I'll drive you into town and show you the ropes of your job."



I cringed as we walked to her van.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part48



Ms Roberts and I said virtually nothing during the short ride to town. And I, of course, just wondered what my job would be and prayed it wouldn't be too humiliating and embarrassing.



As we drove down the main drag of town, I was pleased when Ms Roberts passed by the restaurant we'd been to. No waitressing for me, at least.



A Foodmart, a Burger King, a Wahlgreens, even a Daycare Center....we passed by them all.



Three blocks down Main Street, Ms Roberts put her signal on and pulled into a parking spot in front of a small shop. And I remembered the place---PB Apparel. The entrance to the small park I'd been to a few weeks earlier, after wetting and pooping my diapers in the restaurant parking lot with Ms Roberts and Lisa, was just past it. In her directions to the park that day, Ms Roberts had told me it was just past a small dress shop called PB Apparel.



A dress shop! Sadly, that made sense to me.



As Ms Roberts pushed open the dress shop's door, a bell tinkled, announcing our entrance.



"Oh hi Barbara!!!" Bubbled the cheery, slightly grey haired, rather plump middle aged woman behind the cash register. "I was so hoping that you'd be by with my new little helper! He's Stephanie, right?"



"That's right Pamela. He's your new assistant!" Ms Roberts replied.



It wass of no consequence, but I'd never known or even wondered about what Ms Roberts' first name was. For that matter, I didn't even know what the name of this stupid little "burg" was.



Pamela walked from behind the counter to us, to look me over.



"Oh Barbara, he's adorable!!!" She gushed, as she played with my hairbows. "Sooo adorable! Such a pretty boy!!!"



And she put her hands on my shoulders and turned me around for further inspection. As she fluffed my dress and petticoats, she exclaimed. "If I didn't know better Barbara, I'd swear he was a real girl!"



"Well, he's your 'real girl' now Pamela! Weekdays, nine to five anyways." Ms Roberts said.



"Great Barbara!" Pamela replied, and then added. "Though I want him here every weekday, I may not need him nine to five each day. Business has been a bit slow lately. Summer and all. Can we say....maybe ten to three, to start off with?"



"Whatever you like Pamela! I'll have the shuttle drop him off at ten and pick him up at three each weekday. Unless you let me know otherwise."



"Sounds good Barbara, thanks!"



And "Barbara" looked at her wrist watch. "It's almost two thirty Pamela. Do you want me to take him back to camp with me and have him back here at ten tomorrow morning, to officially start his job?"



"Yeah, that'd be wonderful Barbara. I'll be expecting him." Pamela answered. "And if you would, have him in the same outfit please."



The bell tinkled, as "Barbara" held open the door for me.



"See you tomorrow morning Stephanie!" Pamela called after me, as I stepped out the door.



And it occurred to me that that was the first time I'd been spoken to, directly, during the brief visit to the dress shop. They'd talked all around me, but not to me.



And it sounds ridiculous, but I actually felt a little indignant about it. But then....I guess I was just a piece of "sissy meat" to them.



And the only words spoken during the ride back to camp were. "Pamela will fill you in on your duties and such tomorrow morning Stephanie."



At this point, all I really knew was where I'd be working. And little more. But at least, it wouldn't be in the hustle and bustle of a restaurant or a Burger King or the like.



And "Pamela" seemed reasonably benign. Or so I hoped.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part49

At ten sharp, Wednesday morning, the shuttle dropped me off at PB Apparel.

"Hi Stephanie, right on time!" Pamela called, from behind the rack of dresses she was sorting through.

"Oh, just like yesterday Stephanie." She beamed, as she walked to me. "That dress looks so pretty on you!"

I curtsied from habit. "Thank you Pamel....uhmmm...."

"Mrs. Jansen....Pamela Jansen." And she shook my hand. "I'm Ms Roberts' sister."

Somehow that didn't surprise me. "Nice to meet you Mrs. Jansen." I offered back.

"I'm sorry we couldn't talk more yesterday or show you around Stephanie.... but nothing like the present!"

And she walked around behind me and gave a little tap on my back. "Bend over please Stephanie."

"But why, I didn't do...."

"Relax Stephanie....nothing's wrong....I just want to see what you have on underneath. No one's around but us."

I groaned and bent over. And she lifted up the back of my dress and petties.

"Oh my! What gorgeous rhumba panties!" And she patted my bum. "And diapers too! I hope they're clean?"

"Yes Mrs. Jansen." I called back. And she stood me up and adjusted my dress back over my petticoats.

"You don't need diapers here. Can't have you stinking up....well, you know!" And she pointed. "The bathroom's right through there."

"Thanks, that was my understanding too." I replied. "But you said I was to wear the same outfit from yesterday, so that's how I was dressed this morning."

"That's fine Stephanie. And occasionally, I may want you to be wearing diapers. But only for looks. And definitely not for use!"

"Yes Mrs. Jansen That's fine with me!"

"Yes, I'm sure." She smiled. "Now, a little about his place. My sister and I opened this dress shop just last January, largely with life insurance money from my late husband, who passed away last Fall."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Jansen."

"Yes....thanks." And she sniffled a little. "Well....anyhow, as you can see, we...."

And she was interrupted by the bell tinkle.

"Hi Mrs. Jansen! Remember....I said we'd come by this morning?" Called a lady, tugging a young boy, by the hand, into the shop. And a little girl followed behind them.

The boy looked to be ten or eleven, the girl....maybe a year or two younger.

"Yes, I've been expecting you Mrs. Donaldson. Everything's ready." Mrs. Jansen exclaimed. "I'll be right with you!"

"Stephanie," Mrs. Jansen looked to me, "I got a customer. For now, why don't you just look around while I take care of them."

"Okay Mrs. Jansen." I said.

She walked over to the trio. "C'mon in the back please."

The mother tugged on her son. And he tried to yank away. And he looked none too happy!

"This place is for girls!!!" He shouted. And the little sister just giggled.

"Stop it Timmy! That's my final warning!" The mother scolded.

The four of them walked into a back room. Well, three walked....Timmy was pretty much pulled.

I looked around. The shop was like any other dress shop, I guess. Dresses!!! Frilly ones, plain ones. And slips and petticoats and panties and blouses and such. Basically, all the kind of crap I'd been wearing for the last year! And most everything seemed to be geared for girls....tots to teens. Nothing much for women.

Prom gowns, First Communion dresses, party dresses, pageant dresses.  It was "girly heaven"! Well....for any real girl, who was "prissy inclined" anyhow.

As I wandered around the shop, I wondered what exactly my duties would be here. No other customers came in. At least, I figured, there would be less exposure for me here than at a drugstore or a burger joint.

The place was quiet, though I could hear a little commotion in the back room. I thought I even heard some crying. Maybe little sister wasn't too happy with her dress or whatever.

Before long, the door to the back room opened and Mrs. Jansen popped her head out.

"Stephanie, would you please come in here. I could use your assistance!" She called out.

"Coming Mrs. Jansen." I replied.

I stepped in and my jaw dropped to the floor.