Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part50



Timmy was standing, with his back to me, in front of a three way full length mirror. He was miserably crying. His mother impatiently stood beside him, holding a brunette, pageboy wig. His little sister was seated nearby, joyfully giggling.



Mrs. Jansen motioned me over and turned the hapless boy around to face me. His face was beet red from crying and, certainly, embarrassment. He fidgeted and squirmed from the obviously very foreign, unfamiliar feeling of the baby blue satin, little girl party dress and mound of petticoats he was adorned in. His feet sported matching, baby blue lace anklets and black, patent leather Maryjanes.



And I was shocked at the sight of him....though not particularly surprised. All in the family, for Ms Roberts and her sister!



"Timmy, this is Stepanie." Mrs. Jansen said. He didn't look up and said nothing. "Look at Stephanie!" Mrs. Jansen told him.



He sobbed and looked up at me, quite embarrassed.



"What do you see Timmy?" Mrs. Jansen asked.



He looked pretty perplexed by the silly question, but mumbled. "A girl."



"Good Timmy." Mrs. Jansen replied. "Now look back in the mirror and tell me what you see!"



He obeyed and shouted. "A boy....in a stupid dress!!!"



"That's right Timmy, a boy!" And she giggled a little. "And he's wearing a pretty dress!" And she took the pageboy wig from his mother and, running her fingers through it, said. "You know Timmy....looks can be deceiving!"



Timmy looked even more perplexed.



"If I told you that Stephanie here was like you....a boy....would you believe me Timmy?" Mrs. Jansen asked him.



"No!!!" He replied. "No way!"



Now I had the embarrassed, beet red face. And I found that Mrs. Jansen was just as cunning as her sister, as she continued.



"If Stephanie had a short, boy's haircut like you and no makeup and all....might you think he was a boy?"



"I don't know!!! Maybe!" He cried out, in frustration.



"Well Stephanie IS A BOY! Just like you Tiimmy." Mrs. Jansen exclaimed."Though you'd never know it!"



All the Donaldsons gasped in disbelief. I gasped in humiliation.



And Mrs. Jansen looked over to Mrs. Donaldson and quietly said. "He's from Camp Sissy Curls."



And Mrs. Donaldson nodded her head in understanding. It seemed to make sense to her now.



Back to Timmy, Mrs. Jansen held the wig in front of his face. "Timmy....if you walk out of this shop like you are now, everyone's going to know that you're a boy in a dress!" She warned him. "But with this wig on, and maybe a little lipstick and nail polish, you'll be much more likely to pass yourself off as a girl. Just like Stephanie does....it'll be a lot less embarrassing for you!"



And she looked over to me and asked. "Isn't that right Stephanie?"



I just glumy nodded my head "yes". I hated being the girlish example for him.



"I'm not wearing a stupid wig!!!" He shouted and stomped his feet.



"We're never getting that thing on him Mrs. Jansen!" Mrs. Donaldson groaned in frustration.



"Oh....don't be so sure Mrs. Donaldson!"



And Mrs. Jansen looked at me. "Turn around please Stephanie and bend over."



"No! Please no!!!" I cried.



She just silently mouthed the word "Sunnyvale" to me. And that was enough for me to turn around and bend over. And I whimpered.



She lifted up the back of my dress and petties. And mother, daughter, and son gasped again. And they gasped even more, when she tugged my rhumba panties down to reveal my diapers.



"Maybe he'd like to wear diapers like Stephanie here, Mrs. Donaldson!" She exclaimed. "And use them....like she does!!!"



Mrs. Donaldson caught her breath from her gasping and looked at her son and threatened. "Diapers or a wig Timmy....your choice!!!"



About half an hour later, Mrs. Donaldson settled up at the cash register with Mrs. Jansen, and the three of them were ready to go.



Lipsticked, nail polished, and a huge baby blue bow atop his wig; mother and sister took Timmy's hands and pulled him for the door.



"He's gonna be perfect for my birthday party on Saturday Mommy! I can't wait!" Sister giggled. She devilishly added, sounding much like my little stepsister Laura. "But I think we should call him 'Tammy' instead of 'Timmy'!"



Timmy a.k.a. Tammy just wailed, in absolute horror, as they stepped outside. And I wondered what Timmy had done to deserve his horrible sissy fate. Probably nothing, just like me, I figured.



Mrs. Jenkins looked at me. And I was visibly upset by my humiliation.



"I'm sorry about all that Stephanie." She apologized. "But that's part of your duties here....to be an example for the 'special clientele' we sometimes get here at PB Apparel."



"But I thought this was a dress a shop for girls....real girls!!!"



"It is Stephanie! But it's also more than that." She explained. "We also cater to discerning parents, well mothers really, who have special needs for their errant sons. Much as Camp Sissy Curls does. And most every adult here in town knows and understands the camp. You'll experience that, if you haven't already."



"I have Mrs. Jansen, but...."



She interrupted me. "Folks around here are loving, but strict, with their children. Especially boys. Correct behavior is always expected. Petticoating boys is an old fashioned form of discipline, but it works! Even just the threat of it."



"Well I know from experience that it's horrible!!!" I cried.



"I know that you hate it Stephanie, but that's the way around here. Maybe it should be that way everywhere!"



"Oh God no!" I moaned.



"Okay Stephanie, no one says you have to like it." She replied. "But PB Apparel serves a purpose here in town." And she thought some more. "I'll put it to you this way....what do you think the 'PB' stands for?"



"I don't know....uhmmm...." And a light bulb went off in my head. "Ah, Pamela and Barbara???"



"That's right Stephanie. Very good! You're a quick thinker." She complimented. "But I know that, unofficially, a lot people around here have taken to referring to us as 'Pretty Boy Apparel' sometimes!"



That sadly made sense to me.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part51



Around noon, Mrs. Jansen said I could take my break for lunch---half an hour. I hadn't brought a lunch, as I had no real way of making one. She suggested Burger King. But I nixed that idea in my mind. I'd be crowded and I wasn't eager to prance around this weird little town and its inhabitants, any more than I had to.



But I did venture out onto Main Sreet. And there weren't many people about. The Foodmart was just across the street, half a block down. I figured I'd give it a try. Maybe get a soda and some kind of snack to munch on.



I encountered only one person on my brief walk over---a middle aged lady, who just looked at me and smiled.



There was only one customer in Foodmart, a boy my age. When he saw me, he just immediately turned away and ignored me. I grabbed a Pepsi and a small bag of Dorrito's and headed for the checkout.



A very pretty, teenaged girl, probably a couple of years older than me, was behind the register. She giggled as I set my purchases on the counter. And that didn't surprise me, given the childish way I was dressed and my diaper waddle, which I had actually forgotten about until that point.



My only wonder was whether or not she'd think I was a boy. Any other place, I'd pass for a girl---though a very sissy girl. But in this town, boys could be girls!



She cashed me out and bagged my items and, as she handed them to me, she giggled again and sheepishly asked. "Are you a boy from Camp Sissy Curls?"



I just hung my head. And that answered her question.



"It's alright sweetie!" She exclaimed. "It's okay if you want to be a girl. Females are the superior sex, after all!"



I said nothing, and just made for the exit.



And I heard her say from behind me, "I was a camper there a couple of summers ago---Sugar Plum cabin!"



"Oh my God!" I exlaimed out loud, as I raced across the street for the dress shop. This was one crazy town!



The rest of the afternoon at PB was uneventful. Just a few customers. Real females. I was "reasonably" sure anyways! Mrs. Jansen spent a lot of time showing me around the place and explaining things and going over my duties.



At three o'clock, she said. "You did a good job on your first day Stephanie! See you at ten tomorrow."



And as I made for the door, she called out. "Oh, and Stephanie....please wear diapers tomorrow, and every day!"



I looked back and groaned. "Ohhh....please not diapers Mrs. Jansen!!!"



"You know they're only for looks!" She replied. "Besides, they came in handy today with Timmy."



Handy for you maybe, I thought. But not for me!



As I rode on the shuttle, I of course thought about my first day. And it dawned on me that I'd forgotten something at PB. I'd forgotten to use the toilet---a luxury that I always took advantage of when I could. Damn, I'd be in wet, poopy diapers tonight certainly. I wouldn't forget the PB toilet in the future.



And sure enough, by dinner back at camp, I had to eat standing in front of my highchair.



And I had a "chalkboard assignment" during a movie in the rec center. But everyone wisely kept their distance from me. I had to yank up my heavy, gravity prone diapers several times as I wrote thirty lines of "I wish I could be a real girl some day!".



And I saw Lisa at the rec center, but she didn't engage me in my condition. But seeing her caused something else to dawn on me.



Back at the nursery for bedtime, Bernice, God bless her, didn't make me sleep in my mess. As she diapered me after my shower, she asked me about my first day on the job. And I told her it went okay. But not a lot of detail. Though I did complain to her about having to wear diapers every day to work.



"Well Steph, I still think you're better off there than Sunnyvale!" She said.



"I sure hope so!" I replied. Then I asked her, out of the blue. "What's Lisa's last name?"



She gave me a funny look of surprise at the sudden question. "You mean....Sugar Plum Lisa?"



"Yeah!" I said.



"Uhmmm.....Larsen or Johnson or Jansen or something. Why do you ask???" She asked.



"Oh, I just wondered about it." I said. "You don't get to know a lot of people's last names around here much, for some reason."



"Yeah, I guess that's true." She agreed.



Cleanly diapered, I brushed my teeth and grabbed my cell phone and hit the crib.



One text from Penny: "I hope your first day on the job went well sweetheart. When I stopped at the nursery, Miss Baldwin told me just a little about your job in town. The alternative to Sunnyvale, she said. Tell me about it. I love you Stephen!"



I texted back very simply: "It went okay. It's better than Sunnyvale, I hope. I'll fill you in more when I see you. I love you Penny!"



I closed up my cell. And as I laid in my crib, I wondered why Mrs. Jansen hadn't mentioned anything about her daughter....Lisa! Lisa was, after all, Ms Roberts' niece. And I wasn't too comfortable with the idea of it!

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part52

Thursday, day two at the job; the shuttle dropped me off at ten.

Mrs. Jansen greeted me and said. "You know Stephanie, I want you to pick out an outfit....well let's say two from here, to wear while you're working. I mean, kinda like advertising our stuff. Look around and find two that you like."

"Okay Mrs. Jansen."

"Dresses, of course. And no longer than knee length." She qualified. "Something you can wear over your own petticoats."

"I understand Mrs. Jansen." And I knew I had stay in petticoats to hide my diaper bulge.

And I picked out the two simplest and plainest dresses I could find, of course.

And when I showed my two choices to Mrs. Jansen, she looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

"Well, 'Little Miss Plain Jane'....I suppose they're okay." She admonished. "But I'll warn ya, there'll be times when I'll want you dressed up all sweet and prissy! Now go change into one of them."

"Yes Mrs. Jansen, I understand." I answered, glad for some simplicity.

The only "significant event" of the day happened just before lunchtime, when a mother and son came into the shop. The boy looked to be my age. And he was dressed just like any normal boy. A baseball cap covered his head. A frown covered his face.

"Hi Mrs. Jansen!" The mother called out.

"Hi Mrs. Lee....hi Jackson!" Mrs. Jansen called back. "Your special order came in a couple of days ago. I'll go get it."

And as she headed for the back room, she said. "Stephanie, introduce yourself to them."

I just simply told them my name and that I had started working here yesterday. Nothing more. And Jackson was silent, avoiding any eye contact with me.

Mrs. Jansen quickly returned carrying a large box. She set it on the counter and, as she opened up the box, she exclaimed. "I think you're going to really love this. It'll be perfect!"

I wondered to whom she was referring....mom or the boy. Perhaps both!

Mrs. Jansen took out a long, floor length dress. Actually, more like a gown.

She held it up against herself and beamed. "Isn't it gorgeous!"

"Oh my yes!!! You're right, it's absolutely perfect!" Mrs. Lee replied."What do you think Jackson???"

Jackson remained mute and just stared at the floor.

"Well, c'mon you two, into the back to try it on." Mrs. Jansen said to the Lees. "Stephanie, you can come along to help too. But if a customer comes in, you can take care of them."

Jackson started to whimper. "Please no, mom!!!" He groaned.

"Nonsense Jackson!" Mrs. Lee scolded. "It'll be perfect for the cotillion this weekend."

It turned out that Mrs. Lee, and her poor son, were members of M.O.M.M.Y.---Mothers of Misbehaved Male Youngsters. I'd been paraded around with them at the Mall one Sunday last summer with my stepmother and Laura, during Parent's Weekend.

"Tell me about this 'cotillion' Mrs. Lee." Mrs. Jansen said, as she hung the gown on a hanger and gathered up the accessories for the outfit.

"It's our annual M.O.M.M.Y. big, summer event." Mrs. Lee replied. "This year it's a ball and the theme of it is the Southern Antebellum period. All the boys dressed in Southern Belle style dresses and all. Kind of a Scarlett O'Hara sort of thing....a cotillion!"

"Wow....cool idea Mrs. Lee!" Mrs. Jansen exclaimed.

Jackson obviously didn't think it was a "cool idea". He was in tears.

Mrs. Jansen said. "Well, let's try it on him." And she removed his baseball cap to reveal a head full of long, dangling wiener curls. "Certainly a very Antebellum hairdo!" She remarked.

Then Mrs. Jansen told Jackson to get undressed, down to his underpants. And he really balked at the notion.

"Please no!!!" He begged and sobbed. "Not in front of a girl!!!" And he looked at me, directly, for the first time.

"Oh Jackson, it's nothing Stephanie hasn't seen before!" Mrs. Jansen giggled. And she added, as a subtle afterthought. "Every day in the mirror."

Jackson was too upset to catch that last part, but Mrs. Lee glanced at me now with a very questioning look on her face.

"Please, not in front of a girl!" Jackson pleaded again, but to no avail.

He stripped down to his underpants, which turned out to be white, totally ruffled, pantaloons. They reached to his ankles. And he couldn't have been more mortified. Especially with his very stiff wiener tenting the front of his pantaloons. He covered it with his hands as best he could.

And it was a very odd situation for me. Normally of course, I'd be the very embarrassed, erect boy standing shamefully in front of a girl. But now I was the "girl" looking at the very humiliated boy. Jackson obviously thought I was a real girl. And with his boner, I actually wondered if he found me attractive. Sick of me to wonder that though, I thought.

I know Jackson was quite relieved when the bell on the door tinkled and I had to leave for a customer.

It was a mother and young daughter, or so I assumed. I kidded with myself that it might be a "father and son". Anything seemed possible here in this town, whatever it was called!

The mother and daughter seemed to be just window shopping really. They browsed around on their own for awhile and did manage to find a pair of knee socks for the girl.

As I cashed them out, Mrs. Jansen came out from the back and sorted through a rack of white, very full, floor length organza petticoats. And she found what she was looking for and headed back.

It was just before 1:30, when Mrs. Jansen and Mrs. Lee and Jackson stepped out from the back.

And Jackson couldn't have looked more miserable! Crocodlie tears were pouring down his face. He had to hold up the skirt of his floor length gown and massive petticoats to walk, just as a bride would in her wedding gown.

His gown was a white, three tiered, blue trimmed, Southern Belle dress with ruffle sleeves and neck. Blue dots decorated the yoke of it and a blue midriff tie was around the waist. A matching choker was fixed about his neck. In his white, lace gloved hands, he held the handle of a white parasol that rested on his shoulder. His long wiener curls hung underneath the traditional Southern Belle style hat with a blue ribbon tie.

Rhett Butler would have been impressed. Though I'm sure Jackson wasn't! He was much more "depressed".

Mrs. Lee settled up with Mrs. Jansen, and Mrs. Lee said. "C'mon Jackson, we better get going!"

"Please mom...do I have to wear it home???" He begged.

"Yup, you gotta get used to wearing it for the cotillion this weekend!" She replied. "I'll hang on to your lovely parasol so you can hold your skirts up to walk to the car....Jacqueline!"

"Please mom, no!!!" He begged again, in vain.

"Oh hush up!" She scolded. "You're gonna be the hit of the cotillion. The Belle of the Ball this weekend!"

It took a lot of coaxing, to say the least, to get "Jacqueline" out the door and into the street.

Mrs. Jansen sighed and looked at her watch. "Sorry for the late lunch, but go ahead and take your break now Stephanie."

I took my break, but didn't venture anywhere for something to eat. I could wait now until dinnertime and not risk going out and about in this weird little town. I just went out the back door to the alley for some fresh air. And I remembered to make good use of the toilet.

As I headed out the door at three, changed out of my work dress, I remembered and looked back. "What's the name of this town Mrs. Jansen?"

"Centerville, Stephanie...Centerville." She called back to me. "I'm surprised you didn't know that!"

"Well no one ever mentioned it!" I said, and was on my way.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part53



Friday, my third day at PB, not much happened. It was pretty uneventful, which was good with me. No mothers and sons came in, as far as I could tell anyhow. I did decide to give the Foodmart a try again, for something for lunch. Fortunately, the girl or boy or---well, the "cashier" from Wednesday wasn't working.



Friday night, I learned that my Saturday sleepover at Sunnyvale would be at Bird-dog cabin. At least, it wasn't Penny's cabin. And Saturday, after lunch, Betty strolled me over, in my best baby finery, and I knocked on the Bird-dog door.



"Right on time Stephanie!" Gushed some Bird-dog girl, as she opened the door.



Right on time for pure sissy hell, I knew!



The girls didn't all gather around and evelop me and "oogle" all over me. I was was much more of a fixture now at Sunnyvale, than a novelty.



But I was soon to discover that the Bird-dog girls certainly had "novelty" on their minds for my visit!



Renee, the name of the girl who let me in, I learned; was the cabin counselor. And like a good leader, she immediately took charge.



"Okay girls, in his first three sleepovers here at Sunnyvale, sissyboy's been a regular stinky little baby girl, a French Maid, and a ballerina." Renee called out to the group. "We gotta top that!!! And I have just the idea for it! I gotta get together the stuff for it."



She gave me a sinsiter smile, and as she headed for her room, she called back to the girls. "Strip him to nothing but his diapers and rhumbas."



Stripped to just the bare necessities, Renee returned carrying a cardboard box of the "stuff".



And she glared at me. "Don't you DARE utter one single word while you're here with us. Not so much as one tiny, little word Nancyboy Understand???"



I nodded yes.



"Very good sissyboy!" She snarled, and then threatened. "If you fight us in any way, I'll see to it that you have the reddest fanny you've ever had! And if that doesn't work, well of course....it's full-time Sunnyvale for you! Got it?"



I nodded yes, and started to whimper.



Renee took a pink and white dress out of the box and exlaimed to the cabin. "I found this at 'Party City'. A leftover Halloween costume. It'll be perfect!"



It was actually a pink, 50's poodle skirt. The traditional French Poodle was emblazoned on the front of the skirt. A white, pink trimmed blouse was attached to it.



A teenage girl from the 1950's didn't seem all that "novel" an idea to me!



And it wasn't!



"I like the 'French' idea that Blackbird cabin had....except we're gonna take it up a notch! A variation on a theme." Renee exclaimed to the girls. "Un Caniche francais!!!"



Her last statement certainly was lost on me, and I think the rest of the cabin too.



"Take out his hair ribbons but leave the braid loops. They'll be perfect!" She directed one of the girls.



She fumbled through her box of stuff, as my ribbons were removed. And I was quite surprised when she returned to me holding a box of Milk-Bone extra large, traditional dog biscuits.



Using pink yarn, she tightly fixed a dog biscuit to each braid loop, in place of my normal ribbon bows. Creating, in effect, a doggie biscuit bow in each braid loop.



And now I was starting to get really concerned about this "novelty".



Then she tied a piece of pink yarn around the ends of a third biscuit and hung it around my neck, like a necklace.



"This'll be your pacifier for today Babycakes!!!" She laughed, as she placed it between my teeth. "Keep it there at all times, unless you're told otherwise....Fifi!"



I nodded "yes", with tons of tears streaming down my face.



"Get him into the poodle skirt girls, while I get a couple of other things." She ordered. "Use his own petticoats underneath it."



The girls giggled and teased as they petticoated and poodle skirted me. And when they were done, Renee held a dog collar and leash up in front of me.



"Un Caniche francais!" She wickedly exclaimed.



"No!!!!!!!!!" I shouted, though still not really understanding what the French words meant exactly. But I knew it meant something awful. And I started for the door.



"Grab him girls and hold him in place!" Renee yelled.



Quickly secured in place, Renee stuck the dangling dog biscuit back in between my teeth.



She got right up in my face and shouted. "I warned you! Not a SINGLE word!!!" And she told a girl to get her a hairbrush.



"And I told you not to fight us!" She continued, as she waved the hairbrush in front of my nose. "Bend over, it's 'red fanny' time for you pansy!"



I was smart enough to not speak, but instead, I shook my head "no" and gave her a pleading look.



"Okay Stephanie....if you're not gonna play along, then you can just head back to your camp!" She replied, very nonchalantly.



I didn't move, waiting for the catch to it, which quickly followed.



"We'll just do this all, maybe sometime in the next week....when you're living here at Sunnyvale full-time!!! It can wait 'til then." She devilishly laughed.



I grit my dog biscuit, cried even more, and shook my head "no".



"Tres bien, mon petite Caniche francais!" She said. And I let her put the dog collar around my neck and she attached the leash to it.



Then she removed the Milk-Bone dog biscuit from my teeth and said. "There are only two words you're to communicate while you're here sissyboy---'yes' and 'no'." And she adjusted one of my dog biscuit bows. "Bark 'ruff ruff' for 'yes' and one 'ruff' for 'no'. Though I expect to hear very few single 'ruffs' Stephanie. Understand???"



This was new heights of novel humiliation for me. And I was shaking, as I humiliatingly barked, "Ruff, ruff."



"That's my good, little French poodle!!!" And the place exploded in laughter. And Renee sneered. "Bend over, pretty little poodle boy. Spankie, spankie!!!"



In horror, I bent over.



After each whack Fifi, bark 'ruff, ruff'! Understand?" Renee asked.



I nodded my head "yes", but that wasn't good enough for Renee.



"I didn't hear you Fifi!!!" She scolded.



"Ruff, ruff!" I barked back, in absolute degradation.



Cameras and cells clicked. And ten whacks and ten "ruff, ruffs" later, diapers and rhumbas pulled back up; I was restored back to my standing position....very red faced and very, very red bummed.



"You're gonna make such a perfect little French poodle Fifi!!!" Renee gushed, and then corrected herself. "Well....semi-French poodle, I guess. A mixed breed, you could say. Half sissyboy and half French Poodle anyhow!" And the place roared with laughter and taunts.



"Now down on all fours now Fifi. Assume the doggie position!" She ordered.



I obeyed in defeat and disbelief at what was happening.



She reached into a box of small doggie treats and patted me on the head. "Good doggie Fifi!" She exclaimed, as she stuffed a small handful of them in my mouth, as a "doggie" reward."Chew up your teat!"



"The dog days of summer" took on a whole new, horrific meaning for me!

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part54



"Okay Fifi, time to teach an old dog some new tricks!" Renee chided, looking down at me. "So pay attention, you little bitch!"



A couple of girls actually gasped at her use of the word "bitch".



Renee responded with a laugh. "C'mon girls, he is a bitch now! A female dog!!!"



And she was back to her doggie tricks with me. "Beg Fifi, beg!!! Up on your knees and hold your paws out up against the front of your chest." And she clapped her hands twice.



"Ruff." I responded, conceding only the bark and not the action.



"No???" She shouted. "Bad, bad doggie!!!....Where's that hairbrush?"



That was enough to get me begging like a dog, literally. And I barked. "Ruff, ruff."



"Good doggie!" Renee exclaimed, as she rubbed me behind one of my ears, underneath the braid loop. And she giggled and added. "His braid loops make good doggie ears!" And everyone laughed.



And Renee took a couple of doggie bites from the box and held them in the palm of her hand, up to my mouth. "Here's your reward Fifi. Yum, yum!"



"Ruff." I barked.



"What, no reward???" She sarcastically asked. "Then maybe you'd prefer a punishment instead!"



"Ruff!!!"



"Then you better open up!" She warned. "And stick your tongue out and pant like a real dog when you do it!"



"Ruff, ruff." I panted. And she popped the doggie treats into my open mouth and patted me on the head, like the dog that I now was.



"Now who's next?" Renee asked the cabin. "Who's got a trick to teach our pretty, little French poodle?"



Lots of hands went up and lots of "me's" were heard. And a girl was chosen.



"Up Fifi!" The chosen one ordered and motioned with her hands.



And I reassumed the begging position.



"Now speak girl! Speak!" She called to me.



I absolutely couldn't believe this was happening!



And I couldn't believe it when I barked. "Ruff, ruff."



What on Earth could be more demeaning than acting like a mixed breed of sissyboy and French poodle!!! I'd reached an all time low on the humiliation scale. But it was either this, or full-time Sunnyvale; where all this sort of thing could be a lot more constant.



The girl rewarded me with a doggie treat, which was no reward of course. They were hard to chew and tasted awful.



And another girl was chosen for a trick. "Roll over girl! Roll over Fifi!"



I rolled in sheer and utter shame.



A final girl had me "play dead". And I didn't have to act much to do that because, at this point, I almost wished I was dead.



A pat on the head from her, a rub behind behind my braid loop doggie ears, and a single doggie bite was my reward.



And I dropped back to the "play dead" position, in exhaustion and embarrassment.



"Up girl, up Fifi!!!" I heard Renee call from above.



I just groaned and "ruffed" once.



Renee knelt down beside me and rubbed me on my back and said. "Ohhh....our little poodle is all tuckered out! And I bet she's thirsty now too!"



She stood back up and called. "Up girl! Up on all fours Fifi!"



I had to muster a lot of of energy to assume my doggie position.



"Are you thirsty?" Reneee asked.



I was, mostly from the doggie bites.



"Ruff, ruff." I responded.



"Good doggie! I'll get you a drink." She replied.



The final indignation was when Renee returned with a dog bowl filled with water for me to lap up, like the bitch I now was.



As I lapped away, I heard someone exclaim. "I can't wait 'til we take him to dinner with us!"



"Are dogs allowed in the the cafeteria?" Another girl asked, as she giggled.



"Well, dogs like him are!" Renee answered. And there was great laughter.



"Yeah, we can feed him scraps from the table!" Called out yet another girl.



Everybody roared and I just sobbed, with no control.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part55

Dinner, no surprise, was unbelievably horrific. I walked, upright, to the cafeteria in front of Renee and the cabin girls, tethered to Renee by the leash attached to the dog collar around my neck.

At the cafeteria entrance, Renee ordered. "Down on all fours Fifi! Go in like a real dog!"

"Ruff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I defiantly barked.

"Do it, sissy poodleboy!!!" She shouted back.

"Ruff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Renee stuck her nose right up in my face, and she was absolutely furious. "Do it Stephanie! Or so help me God....I'll give you one hell of a spanking in front of everybody in the cafeteria!!!"

And she backed away to up the ante. "And I can....and WILL....see to it that you'll spend the rest of the summer here at Sunnyvale---twentyfour seven!"

And she paused for a breath and added. "Lisa Jansen is a good friend of mine! And I know her mother....and I know her aunt, Ms Roberts. And I can easily make full-time Sunnyvale a reality for you!!!" And she angrily glared at me.

I got down on all fours. I had to.

"I didn't hear you poodleboy!!!" Renee screamed down at me, and yanked on my leash.

"Ruff, ruff." I barked in defeat.

"That's more like it Fifi!" And she stuck her foot up under my poodle skirt and petties and gave my padded bum a little push. "Get along little doggie!" She laughed, as did the rest of the cabin girls.

As one of the girls held the cafeteria door open for me to "doggie" in, Renee yanked my leash again and warned. "I better not hear so much as one single....single 'ruff'....out of you Fifi, for the rest of the night!!!....You got that poodleboy???"

"Ruff, ruff." I whimpered/barked softly.

"Louder!!!" She shouted.

"Ruff, ruff!!!"

The din of the cafeteria unleashed to the level of the Super Bowl; when everyone caught sight of the sissyboy, French poodle on his leash.

And I indeed cowered like a dog, especially at the thought of Penny witnessing this unbelievable spectacle.

The first comment I heard was from some girl, seated at her table. She petted me as I doggied past her and she gushed. "Love the Milk-Bone hairbows in his braid loops! Perfect!....He's just so doggone cute!!!" Her clever comment was met with a ton of laughter, of course.

I was greeted with a barrage of similar, though not as clever and more biting, comments and taunts; as Renee tugged me along by my leash to the Bird-dog table.

Renee seated herself at the head of the table. I was positioned on all fours next to her. A double bowl doggie dish was placed in front of me. Water was poured into one bowl. Beef stew, the main dinner course of the night, in the other bowl.

"Eat up, my pretty, little poodleboy!" Renee commanded.

I spent the next hellish hour lapping up my dinner and doggishly begging for scraps from the table, as the Bird-dog girls held them up in front of me.

The doggie, poodle teasing was endless!!! My humiliation and shame was endless!!!

But mercifully, dinner wasn't endless.

As I was led by my leash to the exit, I heard someone say. "I think this is the best yet!!!"

I wondered if Penny thought so too. How could I face her?

One final blow was in store for me before we left the cafeteria. Renee had me go through my doggie paces of begging, speaking, rolling over, and playing dead. Doggie treats were my dinner dessert. And everyone taunted and teased and roared in appreciation at my doggie degradation.

Back at Bird-dog cabin, Renee told me. "I'm gonna give you a break now Fifi."

It was a mixed blessing. I was left alone, my leash tied to the doorstep railing outside, for anyone and everyone to see. And they did much more than just look at me! Girls passing by made me endlessly perform my doggie tricks.

The peak of it all came when a couple of bitches made me stand up and hold up the front of my poodle skirt and petticoats, as they yanked my diapers and rhumba panties down to my ankles.

"Fifi's not a French poodle! He's a wiener dog!!!" One of them exclaimed.

"And the little bitch is in heat!!!" Shouted the other.

Everyone present practically fell over in laughter. And I practically fell over in desperation.

At nightfall, I was brought back into the cabin and left in a corner, while the girls did the usual "girlie things" that girls do before bedtime.

I was exhausted, to say the least. I just slumped in the corner and tried to rest....until I felt the need to get back up on all fours again.

One of the girls noticed me rocking back and forth in my doggie position.

"Renee!" She called. "I think Fifi needs to go out!"

Oh dear God no, I thought!

Renee stood over me and asked. "Do you need to go outside Fifi???"

I knew what she meant. And she was right.

But I only barked, "ruff." 

"Yeah right poodleboy!!!" She scolded. "Then why are you rocking back and forth....if you don't need to pee, and maybe even poop!"

She knelt down in front of me and asked again. "Do you need to pee, poodleboy?"

I remained quiet, and she responded to my silence with, "Answer me Fifi!"

I barked, "ruff, ruff."

"Do you need to poop too?" She prodded.

"Ruff, ruff." And I sobbed.

"Okay then, I'll take you outside." And she took hold of my leash. "I won't have you wetting and pooping your diapers and stinking up the place all night! You can do your business, doggie style, outside!"

She let me walk, upright, outside to behind the cabin. A few, perversely interested, girls followed behind us.

In the dark of the night, she had me tug off my diapers and rhumba panties and position myself on all fours. Then she pulled my poodle skirt and petticoats up from my waist, out of the way, as much as she could.

"Okay poodleboy, pee and poop....like the little doggie that you are!!!" Renee exclaimed.

"Please....not in front of all of you!!!" I begged, breaking the code of silence.

"I oughtta rub your nose in it, like a dog, for speaking out!!!" Renee hollered.

I cowered, fearful that she very well might do that!

But she softened a bit, to my thankful surprise.

"You keep your yap shut Fifi! Nothing but barks." She admonished, and then added. "C'mon girls....inside. I don't wanna watch some sissy freak take a dump!!!"

I did my business in private, in the dark. And I was relieved, in both ways.

And when I returned back inside, diapers and rhumbas restored, Renee handed me a shovel.

"Back outside Fifi and use it as a pooper-scooper. No one wants to be stepping in it!" She laughed.

I spent the night sleeping on a mattress in the corner, with a pillow and blanket. My leash tied around the leg of a nearby bed.

And in the morning, I was glad to be spared breakfast. Well except for the bowl of water I lapped from my doggie dish in the cabin.

Renee walked behind me, holding on to my leash, as I walked upright along the path back to Sissy Curls. It was too long a trek to be done on all fours.















And one of them noticed I was rocking back and forth

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part56



Back in the nursery, Bernice gasped as she beheld "poodleboy" me.



"Oh dear God, Stephie!" She said with a sigh, obviously appalled at what had been done to me. "Go sit up on the changing table sweetie."



"My diapers are clean Bernice." I replied.



"Yeah, I can tell that Stephie. Just have a seat!"



She stood in front of me and lovingly rubbed her hand against my cheek. Then she took off my "Milk-Bone" hairbows and tossed them in the trash, along with my Milk-Bone pacifier. She then unbraided my hair and began running a brush through it, knowing how soothing it was for me.



"I want you to go shower up Stephie." She said, as she finished brushing my hair. "Or if you prefer....take a nice, long hot bubble bath. That's a very relaxing, soothing thing! You can grab some breakfast here in the nursery when you're done."



"Okay," and I hopped down, "what do you want me to do with this stupid poodle skirt?"



"Toss it....garbage!"



As I made for the bathroom, she called. "You don't need to wash your hair, it's fine. Just wear a shower cap."



I did opt for a long, luxurious, scented bubble bath. Quintessential "girlie"....but so what? Even a real girl wasn't as "girlie" as I'd been forced to be over the past year plus.



All "pruney", I stepped from the tub, brushed my teeth, wrapped a towel around me, and headed back to the nursery.



"You can dress yourself Stephie!" Bernice said, pointing to the clothes laid out on my crib.



I smiled, as I looked at the clothes she'd put out for me. A simple pair of white, nylon panties (no diapers and rhumbas), a bra, white crew socks, white Keds, and a pale blue top. And best of all....a pair of beige, girls shorts. No skirt or dress!



"But what about......."



"But nothing Stephie!!!" She cut me off. "God knows you deserve a break!"



"Thanks Bernice!!!" I beamed at her in delight.



It was a genuine pleasure to get dressed for once. Almost as wonderful as it'd be about a month from now, when I'd be putting on boys clothes again.



Dressed in my simple outfit, Bernice fixed my hair in a low ponytail with just a rubber band and a scrunchie to cover it. No ribbons and bows!



I was very happy with my reflection in the floor length mirror....a regular, normal, everyday teenage girl!!! Well, normal as "normal" could be for me anyhow!



Bernice sipped a cup of coffee and I dug into a bowl of cereal at the table.



"Stephie....me and Betty, whenever she gets here, are gonna be pretty busy today." She said, picking up her cup for another sip. Then she continued. "We got incoming this afternoon!"



"Incoming???" I asked, not understanding.



"Incoming boys for baby punishment! And it might be for the rest of the summer, depending on how well they behave!" She groaned. "Betty and I are gonna have our hands full today getting them all babied up and squared away."



"Wow! Why....and how many....and from where?" I asked.



"A few Sugar Plum boys and Buttercup boys got into some kind of a fight....a physical one....over one thing or another." And she got up and put her cup in the sink. "Their counselors are bringing them over after lunch. It's gonna be busy in here for at least the next few weeks!" She groused.



Oh hell, I thought. "Their counselors" meant Lisa and Chrissy. Two of my least favorite people around here.



"But good news for you Stephie!" Bernice perked up. "Penny, from Sunnyvale, was here to help out yesterday afternoon---not that there was much to do then! And she actually stayed for dinner here too. And she'll be by soon to look after you today....that girl's a real peach!"



Bernice had no way of knowing that the "good news" for me was---Penny wasn't in the Sunnyvale cafeteria last night to witness my doggie performance.



"Anyhow," Bernice continued, "you're under her control for today Steph!"



I just frowned at her.



"Why so glum sweetheart!!!" She exclaimed, in disbelief. "You know Penny's a sweet, lovely girl who ALWAYS treats you kindly....you should be so lucky to find a girl like her for yourself, when you're back to being a boy again!"



"I know that but...."



"But nothing!!!" She interrupted. "I purposely asked her to spend the day with you, to give you a break....a break that you desperately deserve! She'll show you a very pleasant, enjoyable day for a change!"



"I know all that!" I argued. "But I'd just like to be alone today Bernice!"



"Nonsense Stephie!" And she smiled and kindly scolded "I'm not giving you a choice!"



Again, Bernice had no way of knowing that I was more aware of how wonderful Penny was, than anyone else in the world. And Bernice had no way of understanding why I didn't want to see Penny.



My humiliation had finally reached the point where I didn't want to have to face Penny anymore. Even though she wasn't in the Sunnyvale cafeteria last night.



But I had no time to dwell on my feelings about it, as Penny stepped into the nursery.



"Hi Miss Baldwin....hi Stephie!" She bubbled.



Bernice smiled at her. "Stephie's ready. She's all yours for the day Penny!"



"Great, thanks Miss Baldwin!!!"



"Thank YOU Penny!" Bernice replied. "Have fun girls!"



Before I could get a word in, Penny put her arm around my shoulder and whisked me outside.



"C'mon Steph, we're gonna have a nice, pleasant day together!" Penny exclaimed.



"Penny, we need to talk!" I said, holding us up.



"Okay Steph, but I want to get going. I got a great day planned for us....so walk the talk!" She laughed.



"No....I'm serious! We really need to talk....in private."



"Okay Steph." She agreed, looking just a little concerned. "Let's find a bench somewhere, where we can talk in private."



We found a secluded one and sat down.



I took a deep breath and blurted out. "I don't want to see you anymore Penny!"



She paused a moment, with a look of bewilderment. "You mean here at camp Stephie?" She asked.



"Yeah...but not just here at camp!" And my voice started to crack. "I don't want to see you anymore...anywhere!!!"



And she totally caught me off guard by her initial silence and lack of emotion. I expected wailing and tears and cries of sheer disbelief. I expected a frantic, typical, teenage girl response.



But she broke the silence. "You mean....you want to break up Stephie!" She said, again with surprisingly little emotion.



I nodded my head up and down. "Penny, you deserve...."



And she abruptly and coldly interrupted me. "Hold it right there Steph!"



"But...."



"Stop it right now Stephie!" And she was almost yelling. "Shut up and listen!"



And now I was the crying, emotional, typical teenage girl that I'd expected her to be! And I was silent.



She looked me straight in the eye, very seriously, but still not seemingly emotional. And she looked around to see that the coast was clear.



"Stephen....I know you well....VERY WELL!" And she took my hand. Her first sign of emotion. "And I know what you're doing!!!"



"No....you can't under...."



"Quiet!!! And just listen, for once, Stephen!"



I just whimpered, like "Stephanie".



"You're gonna tell me that I deserve better than you!!! That I deserve a real boyfriend!" And she did start to choke up a little, but restrained it and carried on.



"You're gonna tell me that you're incredibly embarrassed and humiliated in front of me, by all the horrible things you're made to do around here!"



I was sobbing in my hands now, and nodded up and down again.



"Stop crying like a girl, Stephanie! And look at me....like STEPHEN!!!"



I sniffled and looked up at her.



"You're right about some things Stephen!" She conceded. "I can certainly understand your embarrassment and humiliation with all the sissy crap! But it's outta your control. It's not by your choice! And under no circ-umstances, should you feel embarrassed in front of me!"



"That's easy for you to say Penny!" I said.



"I know that Stephen, I'm not stupid! And I certainly don't like seeing you being humiliated!" And she sighed. "Because of that...I avoid you like the plaque when you're at Sunnyvale. Like last night!"



"I know, Penny,  and I appreciate...."



She put her finger to her lips. "Shhh, just hear me out please!" She softened.



"Okay Penny."



"As far as all the other stuff---the dresses and petticoats and braids and diapers and all---that's nothing new to me!!! You know that Stephen! After all, I've only known you as a girl!!!"



"That's my point Penny, you deserve a boy........"



"That's another place where you're right Stephen!" She cut me off again. "Absolutely right!!! I do deserve a boyfriend!!! And that will be you, in a month or so....if you stop with this stupid breakup crap!!! I know you love me Stephen, and I know you think you're doing what's best for me. And that's part of why I love you so much. But breaking up isn't doing the best thing for me. Unless it's the best thing for you???"



And she started to cry. And I fought not to. And I nodded my head side to side. "No Penny, I don't wanna break up, I just want what's...."



"A sissyboy backs away!" She interrupted. "A man steps up!!!"



"Penny....how did you know all this???" I honestly asked.



She smiled and looked around and a gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.



"Real girls can sense these kinds of things!!! Real guys can't!!!" And she laughed.