Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part57



With the "break up" issue settled, Penny said, "c'mon Steph, we gotta hurry to catch the shuttle!"



"Oh God Penny, I don't wanna go shopping again or out to lunch or WHATEVER!!!" I complained. "I don't wanna go anywhere!"



"Nonsense Stephie, it does you a world of good to get out of this place....so long as you're with me!" She argued. "Now get a move on, or we'll miss the shuttle."



She took my hand and had to practically drag me along.



Seated on the bus, I asked. "Okay Penny, where in Hell are we going???"



She giggled. "Well....to just the opposite place, actually!"



"What???" She made no sense.



"Good Catholic girls, like us, go to church on Sundays. We have just enough time to make twelve o'clock Mass!"



"Hell no!!!" I almost screamed.



"Heaven's yes!!!" She almost screamed back. "Why not?"



"First off Penny, I'm neither a 'good Catholic', nor a GIRL!"



"Sorry about the 'girl' part Steph....just force of habit!"



"Yeah, well you better be over that habit a month from now!" I warned. "And besides, I don't want to show my face at some church around here." And I thought a moment and asked. "Where's this church?"



"In town."



"You mean Centerville???"



"Yeah, if that's what it's called....the town where you work!"



"For Christ's sake Penny!!! I'm........"



"That's right Steph!" She interrupted and giggled again. "For Christ's sake!"



"What???" Again she made no sense.



"We're going to church....for Christ's sake, and ours too!" She grinned.



"Penny, be a little more PIOUS!" My church metaphor now. "Give a rest to the 'church jokes', would ya please?"



"Sorry." She smiled, with a gleam in her eye.



"I'm not goin' to Centerville Penny. I don't want any more exposure in that place than I get at the dress shop!"



"But why?" Penny asked.



"Ohhh....suffice it to say that it's just one really weird little town Penny!"



"What do you mean by 'weird' Steph?"



"Well....Centerville's a strange, sick little town....probably in the Twilight Zone!!!"



"The 'what' Zone???" Now I made no sense to her.



"Never mind." And I thought for a moment and said. "I'll say it like this---much of the town seems to be very supportive of Camp Sissy Curls. Understand Penny?"



"Okay then Steph, it should be no problem for you there!"



"It's not quite that simple Penny!"



"Oh c'mon Steph, we'll just go to Mass and head right back to camp afterwards. We won't even stop for lunch, like I was planning."



"Do I have a choice?" I asked sarcastically.



"No...we're here now!!!" She chuckled. "It'll be okay Stephie. I promise!"



Well, as was always the case, Penny was right! Church was okay, at least for me. But not for Timmy Donaldson and Jackson Lee, the two petticoated boys from PB earlier in the week.



Seated in a pew with Penny, I gasped as I watched Timmy sashay, along with his mother and little sister, down the center aisle for a seat. He kept his pageboy wigged head down and you could hear him sobbing. He was desperately fighting for control of the mountain of stiff net petticoating underneath the baby blue, satin little girl party dress he'd gotten at PB for his little sister's birthday party. Many in the congregation giggled, as he fumbled to genuflect before entering the pew and struggled to sit down in all his pouf.



Jackson Lee got the same tittering from the congregation, as he and his mother entered the sanctuary. And he too was sobbing and extremely shame faced. But at least, he wasn't dressed in his Southern Belle/cotillion outfit. Instead, he simply wore a white blouse and a knee length, navy blue pleated skirt with matching knee socks; black T-bars for footwear. His real wiener curls were tied up into pigtails with navy blue ribbon bows.



Communion wasn't a struggle for Jackson. But it sure was for Timmy! Kneeling at the alter, he fought a losing battle with the back of his dress and petticoats, to keep them down and not expose his frilly panties to the congregation.



During the final prayers at the end of the Mass, I looked again at the two pathetic boys as they knelt, heads bowed, hands in prayer. And I wondered if they were praying for "divine intervention". And I actually said a little prayer for them. And me too!



On the bus ride back to camp, Penny mentioned nothing about the two "boys"....not even Timmy! I could only assume that she didn't realize that they were really boys. I, of course, knew better; as I'm sure much of the congregation did. But I didn't say anything about it to Penny.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part58



It was just before two, when the shuttle bus pulled up to the nursery to drop me and Penny off.



And a group of eight was waiting outside, to board the bus. Six pathetic, sobbing, little baby girl toddlers; paired off and holding hands. Bernice and Betty were supervising them.



The driver pulled open the door and Bernice dashed in, as Penny and I stood up to exit.



"Penny....Stephie", and she caught her breath, "I need you two to do me a big favor!"



"What Miss Baldwin?" Penny asked.



"Ms Roberts wants the new incoming Sugar Plum and Buttercup babies to be paraded around at the Mall this afternoon with the M.O.M.M.Y. group---their weekly, Sunday promenade." And Bernice gulped for a breath again. "She wants to further punish them with public humiliation!" And she sighed and wiped her brow. "It was a real rush for me and Betty to get them all ready in time."



"I don't follow, Miss Baldwin." Penny replied.



"Stephie can explain to you about the incoming babies and the M.O.M.M.Y. group, Penny." She answered. "What I need from the two of you is---go with them and help Betty supervise! I gotta stay here at camp."



"Why not Lisa and Chrissy?" I argued.



"They can't go either! They got duties with the rest of their cabins here." Bernice said. "I really need you two to help me out. Betty can't do it by herself."



"Sure Miss Baldwin, we'll be glad to." Penny exclaimed.



"Penny!!!" I grumbled.



Penny looked at me and scolded. "Stephanie Crandall....Miss Baldwin's done a ton of nice, kind things for you!!! It's time for you to return the favor!"



As always, Penny was right. And I gulped and bit the bullet and replied. "Okay Bernice....Penny's right."



"Thanks girls." She smiled. "You're both a real peach!"



Betty and the whimpering, pitiful, baby half dozen boarded the bus. I recognized two of the six---Billie Jean/Bill and Nellie/Neil, from Sugar Plum. The remaining four had to be from Buttercup cabin.



As we drove for the Mall, I explained to Penny about the new, incoming babies and M.O.M.M.Y.



The bus soon pulled into the Mall and dropped us all off in a parking lot near the main entrance, as I'd told the driver. Outside, Betty reached into the large tote she had brought along and pulled out six baby reins.



"This will keep the little sissy babies in tow!" She said to me and Penny, as she handed us each two reins. "Get 'em in them please. And we'll each take charge of two!"



With the babies reined, I said to Penny and Betty, "I'll take Billie Jean and Nellie, you two can pair up with the Buttercup boys!"



"Who put you in charge, sissyboy!!!" Betty snarled indignantly. "You're no better than they are!!!"



"Well, actually he is....at least now, anyhow Betty!" Penny jumped to my defense. "Besides, he's done this 'Mommy thing' himself before. Let him lead."



Betty groaned, but conceded.



We each took rein of our two "baby girls" and walked them in to the main atrium of the Mall, where M.O.M.M.Y. had met last summer.



But the sissy group wasn't there. Instead, some local TV station was broadcasting what appeared to be some sort of a live, talk show kind of thing.



"We better steer clear of that!!!" Betty quickly warned. "Get us to 'Mommy', sissyboy!"



We all hurried off. And it took a little while, until we managed to catch up with "Mommy". And the "baby girl half dozen" seemed somewhat relieved when we did. Safety in numbers, probably. In our search for "Mommy", they'd experienced a barrage of taunting and teasing and ridicule and laughter---their first real dose of truly PUBLIC, sissybaby humiliation. And I felt badly for them, but at least it wasn't directed at me. I was girl after all, just like Penny and Betty. Well....not quite actually. I wasn't as pretty as Penny!!! But Betty.....well....no competition there!



God, I gotta get back to being a boy soon, I thought---as I thought more about what I had just "thought".



The "Mommy" group welcomed us with open arms. I gladly let Betty take charge of the introductions and explanation about the "baby girls" being from Sissy Curls. I wanted to stay in the background as best I could. And no one recognized me from last summer, at least. I looked quite different now.



But I recognized some familiar faces. A few mothers and their sissy sons from last summer. And a few other faces, that caused me to quickly bury my face---Mrs. Lee and Jacqueline/Jackson and Mrs. Donaldson and Tammy/Timmy and little sister.



Timmy was unchanged from Mass, and his little sister's birthday party, for that matter. I remembered that Mrs. Donaldson, or little sister, had said it was on Saturday.  But Jackson was resplendent in his Southern Belle outfit once more. I wondered if he might still have the cotillion ahead of him, sometime tonight.



The sissy wagon train got back on the trail. Sissyboys, sissyboy/girls, sissybaby boys, sissybaby boy/girls---the whole realm of sissydom!



Babies, like our six, toddled along, or were pushed in strollers. The rest just humiliatingly pranced and sashayed. Jackson hand to hold the front of his floorlength Southern Belle gown up a little in one hand, to make any progress. He used his other hand to twirl his parasol over his shoulder.



Of course, all the sissies suffered all manner of humiliation and embarrassment from the taunting and laughter of passersby. But, that was "Mommy's" intent. And Ms Roberts' too, for that matter. At least, it wasn't aimed at me, for a change.



I managed to not be recognized by the Donaldsons and the Lees, not that it really would have mattered.



"SissyTrek" ended, as we eventually neared the main atrium again.



And I ventured to ask some mother nearby me, "what's that all about?" And I pointed ahead.



"Oh, that's some local talk show. New this summer." She replied. "They broadcast live from the Mall every Sunday afternoon. We keep clear of them!"



Betty and Penny and I, and our babies, kept clear of them again, as we exited the Mall for the shuttle back to camp.



We had to pull down all the windows around us in the bus. Several of our charges had wet and pooped their diapers during our little trip.



Back at camp in the nursery, Bernice thanked Betty, and me and Penny particularly, for helping out with the Mall trip. Bernice said that I could stay as "teenage Stephie" for the rest of the night. And she asked me to show the babies the "cleanup drill" for rediapering. And I was glad to obilge her. She was a "peach" after all, to use her words.



We all just managed to make last call for dinner in the cafeteria. Penny stayed to eat with me. We sat at a table by ourselves. The babies sat in six highchairs on the cafeteria stage.



Penny and I watched the evening movie in the rec center together, and it was time for her to head back to Sunnyvale.



"I'll walk you back to camp Penny." I said.



"I'd like that Steph!" She smiled.



As we neared the end of the trail back to Sunnyvale, Penny stopped us and looked around.



"Things went fine today sweetheart!" And she put her arms around my neck and looked, adoringly, into my eyes. "I love you Stephen!" And she gave me a long, slow French kiss.



"God....I love you too Penny!!!"



"See ya soon Stephen!" And she was gone.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part59

Monday morning, it was back to the job, my fourth day at PB. Mrs. Jansen greeted me, as I stepped through the door.

"Hi Stephanie, c'mon over here!" And she walked over to a dress rack. A dress was hung facing out. She took its hanger and held it up. "It came in last Friday, just after you left. Isn't it just absolutely GORGEOUS!!!"

I was nonplussed by it, to say the least. And I simply replied, "yeah, I suppose so."

She gave me a little, scornful smirk; but not out of anger. "Typical boy response!" She chided.

"Thanks." I responded, before I could think better of it. I was desperate to be a "typical boy"and glad for any reference toward such.

And she must have sensed that, because she just gave me that little, scornful smirk again and carried on.

"This is actually a pageant dress Stephanie....the kind a young girl wears when she competes in a beauty pageant." She gleefully explained. "Very fussy....very frilly....and very expensive!"

"Okay." I shrugged.

"Pay attention Stephanie!" She scolded, genuinely now. "Things like this are part of your job now!"

I was contrite. "Sorry Mrs. Jansen." And to redeem myself, I asked. "Who's it for?"

It was a bad question, that was given a bad answer, for me anyhow.

"Well....it's actually for you Stephanie!" She replied. "For now, at least."

"No!!! Please don't put me in that!" I pleaded.

"Hey....it comes with the job sweetie!" She said. "I want you to model it. It's good advertising!"

"Then maybe I should just quit!!!" I pouted, and petulantly stomped my foot like a "typical" little girl.

"Okay Stephanie, quit if you want." She calmly said. "I'll settle up with you and pay you for your three days last week and you can be back on the bus for camp." And she raised one eyebrow and grinned slyly and dropped the bombshell. "Camp....SUNNYVALE, that is!!!"

Well, what could I say?

She just looked at me for a few more moments, and was satisfied by my "non" answer.

"Very well then Stephanie. Let's get you out of your 'plain Jane' dress and into this lovely confection!!!" And she held the horrible, prissy "confection" out to me. "It's just your size!"

Half an hour later, Mrs. Jansen stood me in front of the full length, three way mirror; for us to admire my new outfit. Only she had admiration for it though.

She adjusted the new bows in my braid loops. Matching hair ribbons had come as an accessory with the dress. She fluffed the very full skirt of the dress, which rested on a mountain of stiff net, white organza petticoats. It reached to a couple of inches above my knees.

Satisfied, she gushed. "Ohhh....that dress is just sooo adorable!!!"

"More like deplorable!!!" I complained, unable to contain my disgust.

She simply responded with a "stop it" and a swat to my poufie behind.

The dress was the epitome of little girlish pageantry--the quintessence of all things prissy and sissy. It was pale pink, with white and lavendar accents. It dripped with all manner of beading and lace and ruffles and ribbons and bows. The ribbon of the sash reached to just below the hem of the dress.

A tear trickled down my face, at the reflection of what could certainly be a little girl beauty pageant winner.

"Give us a twirl, Stephanie!" Mrs. Jansen exclaimed.

I groaned. And as I twirled, I heard the bell tinkle above the storefront door.

I looked over to see, to my horror, Lisa walking in.

"Hi Mom!" She called.

"Hi Lisa! Perfect timing." Mrs. Jansen called back. "We just finished up. Come have a look at Stephanie and tell me what you think!"

"Oh my God!!! He looks fantastic, Mom!" Lisa chimed.

And then she glared at me and snarled. "That dress is absolutely adorable on you...sissyboy!!!"

"Oh Lisa, ease up on him!" She scolded her daughter.

"Sorry Mom." And she looked to me again and corrected herself. "That dress is absolutely adorable on you....STEPHANIE!!!"

When I gave only silence for a response, she admonished me with, "reply properly Stephanie!"

"Ohhh!" I moaned, but dutifully responded properly with a curtsey. "Thank you Miss Lisa!"

"Lisa....give him a break!!!" Mrs. Jansen solded again, though with a little giggle and a bit of a smirk on her face.

"Well....I'm ready Mom, if you and pretty, little Stephanie here are???"

And Lisa reached into her purse and pulled out a digital camera.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part 60



"Oh Mrs. Jansen....please not pictures!!!" I cried. "Why pictures???"



"For advertising purposes Stephanie!" She replied. "And besides, you can relax. We'll make certain that your face isn't showing at all."



"But everyone will still know it's me!!!" I argued.



"Well, everyone here in Centerville will probably know." She agreed. "But I'm sure most everybody here in town already knows you're a boy from Camp Sissy Curls. So....what's the problem?"



"But outside of town!!!" I exclaimed.



"Like I said, your face will be hidden Stephanie. You'll see." She said. "Anyways, it's part of your job here....unless you're planning on quitting!"



"No!" I was barreled once again.



"Very well then, let's get started!" Mrs. Jansen directed.



Lisa clicked away, as I was posed in all manner of little girlish postures to fully show off my pageant dress and underpinnings. Twirls, curtseys, dress play,bent over and so on.



And Lisa took great pleasure in having me vogue for the camera as flirtatiously and coquettishly as possible.



And Mrs. Jansen did take great care to see that my face was alway turned away from the camera, or at least hidden by something---a dangling braid loop, a small bouquet of flowers, a little Teddy bear, even a large flat lollipop suc-ker.



Probably a dozen or so pictures later, we all had a chance to view the photos on Lisa's digital camera. And they were girlishly ghastly to me. But my face was indeed hidden, at least.



"I'll get these right over to OfficeMax for printing and put them together in some kind of a single montage there!" Lisa exlaimed, as she stuck the camera in her purse. "We'll probably have 'em in a few hours." And she was off.



And sure enough, at three o'clock, as I stepped for the door to head back to camp; Lisa rushed in past me.



"Outta the way, pansy!!!" She snarled at me, excited and in a hurry.



She was carrying a large envelope in her hands. "You gotta see the flyer Mom! It's perfect!!! I had a hundred printed off!"



I left. That horror could wait until tomorrow.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part61



The next morning at PB, Mrs. Jansen had me immediately change from my "plain Jane" dress into my "pageant winner" one. I was just like the photo shoot from yesterday.



Then...."C'mon over here Stephanie!" Mrs. Jansen bubbled, as she took me by my arm over to the counter. "Wait 'til you see the flyers Lisa had printed out yesterday!" She eagerly exclaimed.



I certainly could "wait"....FOREVER, but she couldn't.



She pulled the stack of flyers out of the envelope and handed me one.



And I gasped in horror at it.



It was a standard, eight and a half by eleven single sheet. Multiple color pictures of me from yesterday, arranged in a montage, as Lisa had wanted. And my face, at least, wasn't showing.



Across the top was printed: PB Apparel. Underneath it was printed: "Distinctive clothing for tots to teens!"



At the bottom was printed: "Pretty dresses and outfits for EVERY youngster in the family!"



Rather ambiguous, but actually very straightforward. And under that, the address, phone number, and hours were listed.



She handed me about half the stack of one hundred.



"I want you to stick a flyer under the windshield wipers of every car on Main Street and in the parking lots." She ordered. "And offer one to any passersby you meet."



"No!!! Please!!! I can't do this!" And I held up a flyer to her. "Everyone will know this is me!"



"Well of course they will Stephanie!" And she scorned at me. "I don't know why you're putting up such a fuss about it. It's not like I'm having you pass them out at the Mall or something! Most everyone around here is 'gender bender' friendly....or accepting, at least."



"I don't care!" And I begged. "Please don't make me do this!"



"Hey....either do your job Stephanie, or do Sunnyvale!"



I tried to do my job as quickly and covertly as I could. But timelyness and and anonymity weren't on my side. I spent the entire morning distributing flyers.



Reactions to me and the flyer were very varied.



Women/mothers, for the most part, adoringly gushed and fawned over me. They marveled over how a petticoated boy could look so pretty and girlish and convincing.



One mother had her son in tow. He looked to be about my age. And he fidgeted and squirmed in front of me, not daring to look at me.



As his mother read the flyer, she commented. "You know Jeffrey, maybe wearing a pretty dress like he is," and she pointed to me, "is just the motivation you need to get better grades in school this Fall!"



"No Mother!!!" He exclaimed. "I promise I'll do better this Fall! I promise you!!!"



His mother giggled, as she yanked at him to be on their way again. And she whispered to me. "You'll probably see us tomorrow at the dress shop."



The poor boy heard her and started to cry.



I didn't offer a flyer to any boys that I came across. I couldn't have, even if I wanted to. They avoided me like the plague and said nothing at all to me. The sight of me put the fear of God in them.



Teenage girls, on the other hand, were attracted to me like flies to dog crap. Unlike boys, they could afford to engage me. And their reactions to me were, again, very varied.



Some embraced my over-the-top girlishness as a kind of "wannabee" thing! They could totally understand why a boy would want, so they thought, to emulate the fairer and "superior" (their word) sex. They actually thought it was kind of cute, in a funny sort of way.



But most girls could totally NOT understand why a boy would want to be a girl. Especially a prissy little girl! They thought it was sick, and understandably so. They did everything they could to berate and belittle and demean me. I had to endure multiple panty/diaper inspections. Tons of curtseys and twirls. All the usual humiliating sissy crap and taunts.



When a pair tried to forcedly get up under the front of my dress and petticoats, to pull down my rhumba panties and diapers and prove I wasn't really a girl, I bolted.



I ran back to PB. It was almost twelve thirty. And I had only three of the half stack of flyers left.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part62

The next day, Wednesday, I spent the morning again canvassing the area, handing out flyers. Reactions to me were no different from the day before.

I wasn't surprised, after lunch, when Jeffrey and his mother, from yesterday, showed up at the shop.

Jeffrey was in tears. He beggged and pleaded with his mother. "Please don't do this to me! Please!!! I promise I'll do better in school this Fall!Please don't do this!"

His mother, of course, did.

And less than an hour later, Jeffrey and his mother were ready to leave the shop. And Jeffrey was crying even more miserably now. He was none too pleased, to say the least, with the "Alice in Wonderland" style, pale blue pinafore dress and petticoats he was wearing. He didn't have the benefit of any other girlish refinements. No wig or makeup and such. He was clearly a boy in a dress and petticoats.

As they headed for the door, Jeffrey gave out one last plea. "Please don't make me walk home like this Mother!!!"

"If you don't stop your arguing and complaining Jeffrey, I'll make you wear that dress and petticoats everyday for the rest of the summer!" She warned. "Is that what you want???"

He nodded his head "no".

"Then are you ready to go Jeffrey?" She snarled.

He nodded his head "yes".

"Answer me properly Jeffrey!" She scolded.

Jeffrey sobbed and curtseyed. "Yes mother."

"That's more like it!" His mother was satisfied and they left.

Business, in the form of "boy" customers, did indeed seem to pick up as the rest of the week progressed. Mrs. Jansen was pleased with the results from the flyer. By quitting time for me on Friday, probably half a dozen penitent boys and their mothers had been in.

And each boy left, in horror, as either an obviously petticoated boy or a caricature of a prissy little girl in ribbons and curls. One particularly sad sack left in diapers and rhumba panties, as a little baby girl.

And Friday evening, just before dinner, Penny came to help out in the nursery. It was still a busy place with the Sugar Plum and Buttercup babies.

And Penny gave me the news that I'd been dreading. My Saturday sleepover at Sunnyvale was to be at her cabin, Turtle Dove.

"Penny, fake an illness, get sent to the clinic for the night...do whatever you need to...to not be there tomorrow night!!!" I ordered her.

"I hear you Stephie. " She replied. "It'll be okay tomorrow. I promise."

I got little sleep Friday night. And Saturday, after lunch, dressed in my "baby best", I knocked on the Turtle Dove door.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part63



The door opened and Penny, to my horror, stepped out onto the porch and quickly shut it behind her.



"What the Hell!!!" I gasped and snarled at her.



"Shhh!!!" She said, with her finger to her lips. "Don't make a fuss and give us away Steph." She whispered.



"But Penny, I told you to....."



"But nothing Stephie. Just shut up and listen and trust me. I gotta make this quick." She said, again in a hush. "Everything will be fine for you tonight....I promise. I told you my counselor was nice and so are the rest of the girls in my cabin. Not everyone here at Sunnyvale are sadistic bitches. Just play along, but don't go too over the top, and follow my lead. And you might well find your stay to be a pleasant one."



"But Penny....."



"Shhh!!!" She warned again. "Trust me, I've had this set up for weeks now." And she held open the door for me to enter.



The Turtle Dove girls immediately gathered around me, but not like a wolf pack ready to pounce, as the other cabins did. The girls largely just smiled at me and said "Hi Stephie", though a few couldn't resist primping me a little.



"Girls, listen up!" Penny called out. "I know you all know who Stephie here is, from his previous sleepovers. But I've really gotten to know him from volunteering at the Sissy Curls nursery, and as I've told you, he's really a very dear, sweet boy.....who deserves a break. We're better than the other cabins!"



"Hello Stephie." An older looking girl interrupted, as she stepped forward. "I'm Anne Marie, the Turtle Dove counselor."



"Hello." I replied, with the customary curtsey.



She giggled, as did everyone else. "You don't need to curtsey Stephie!"



"Sorry. Thanks!" I mumbled, in embarrassment. "It's just force of habit."



A lot of the other girls introduced themselves and they fawned over me a bit, like girls would over their little baby sisters. But it wasn't malicious at all.



"C'mon over here Stephie and have a seat." Anne Marie said, as she pointed to a table and chairs in a corner. And many of the girls went back to what they were doing. But Penny and Anne Marie and a few girls walked over to the table with me.



"Ooohhh!" I cried, as I felt a pat on my bum as I walked for the table.



"Sorry Stephie....just checking!" Anne Marie said, as she pulled out a chair for me.



The girls laughed, as I demurely gathered my skirts to position myself properly on the chair. And Penny and Anne Marie sat down with me at the table. The remaining girls just gathered around.



"Your behind is well padded Stephie!" Anne Marie said. "Diapers???"



Red faced, I nodded "yes".



"Well....that's fine, but don't you dare use 'em!!! The bathroom's over there." And she pointed.



"Thanks!" I replied, with great relief.



"So Stephie...." Anne Marie began, "do you get off on all this girlie, sissy baby stuff???"



"No!!!" I cried, her abrupt question shocked me. "I hate it!!! It's awful!!! I can't wait to be a boy again when the summer's over!!!"



I looked at Penny, and she looked at Anne Marie and Penny nodded her head up and down in agreement with me.



"Then why such a wuss!!! Why do you put up with it???" Anne Marie asked me.



I was caught at a loss for words, and Penny immediately sensed that.



"I know it's kind of whimpy of him," Penny stepped in, "but he....honest to God....really doesn't have a choice! He's forced to be like this!"



Penny's use of the word "whimpy" really stung.



And she continued. "Many of the boys at Sissy Curls want to be there! They WANT to be girls.....some even, little baby girls! They call 'em 'Wannabees'. But he's truly not a Wannabee. He's just a poor victim!"



Anne Marie had a real skeptical look on her face. And she stood up and looked down at me. "But still!!!" And she left it at that, shaking her head, as she walked away.



And her words really stung now, even more than the bite of a hairbrush against my bare fanny. But at least, that didn't seem to be in my future for tonight anyhow. And wet, poopy diapers weren't either.