Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part1
Author's note: There seems to be an encouraging increase in activity here on the storyboard. And that's great! Encouraging enough for me, despite my trepidations, to do the second and final summer at Camp Sissy Curls. And I have to admit that I do miss my friends, Stephie and Penny. For those of you who might groan at the continuation of this "saga", fine---no problem, just don't read it. For those of you who are glad about the story carrying on, great---I hope you enjoy it. For anyone who might be reading here for the first time about Camp Sissy Curls, sorry---to get up to speed with the story, you have to read Camp Sissy Curls--parts 1-64 and Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--parts 1-64 first. It'll take a lot of time to read it all. But it sure took me a whole lot more time to write it all! This part picks up exactly where Camp Sissy Curls (After Camp)--part64 ended. Please be patient. I have to lay a little ground work before the story can really get rolling.
Part1
I raced, hysterically, to my bedroom and slammed the door behind me and pounced on my bed in tears sreaming, "No!!! No!!! I won't go back there! I can't go back there!!! How could they do this to me???"
I just couldn't believe that my Father and stepmother were sending me back to camp for the summer. I was incredulous. I really didn't see it coming. Cuddling one of my dolls on my bedspread, I bawled my eyes out like a frantic little girl for probably about half an hour, until I heard a gentle knock on my door.
"Steph honey," Grandma said,as she peeked inside my room, "can I please come in?"
"No! Go away! Leave me alone!"
"Please sweetheart. I know you're upset. And I can't say that I blame you." She said, as she stepped inside and sat down on the edge of my bed and stroked the back of my neck.
"I won't go Grandma! I won't go back to that awful place. How can you let my Father and stepmother do this to me again?" I sobbed.
"C'mon, sit up sweetheart." And she coaxed me up with her arm around my shoulders and took a few tissues from my nightstand to dry my very tear stained red face. "It's not up to me Steph. If it was, I'd keep you here for the summer. But it's your parents who have the final say so regarding you. I'm sorry. Truly!"
"But it's not fair Grandma!" I blubbered.
"I know, you're right Steph." Grandma agreed. "And I certainly will miss you this summer. But after camp, at summer's end, you'll be back HERE and you'll be a teenaged BOY starting your Freshman year at Truman High. Just as planned. That won't change. I PROMISE!"
"Really Grandma?"
"Yes sweetheart. Really! I promise." And Grandma kissed me on my forehead. "And I promise you that is definitely the intention of your parents."
"But I still gotta suffer through two months of sissy hell at camp!!!" I wailed.
"Yeah, but you're strong. You can do it." She tried to console. "It won't be as bad as last summer. And there's a light at the end of the tunnel in the Fall."
I was still unconsolable and continued sobbing and arguing and shouting. At one point, I threw my doll against the wall and bolted for my bedroom door shouting "I'm getting the hell out of her. I'm running away!"
And Grandma, wise old lady that she was, didn't try to stop me. And I ran outside. And I ran away, for a grand total of about half an hour. Time enough to settle down a bit and realize that I had nowhere really to run to.
I sheepishly, but still very angrily, walked back into my bedroom. And Grandma was still sitting there on my bed waiting for me. She smiled and said nothing and got up and walked over to my vanity and picked up a hairbrush and sat back down on my bed and said. "C'mon over here please Stephie."
"Oh my God!" I shouted. "No way I'll let you spank me!"
Grandma laughed, though in a loving way. "Oh sweetheart, I'd never spank you!!! C'mon, don't you know that by now? Trust me. Come sit down next to me."
I did and she removed the scrunchie securing my ponytail and said. "Let me brush your hair. I know it's a very girlie thing. But I also know that you enjoy it Steph. Right?"
"Yeah, I do." I sniffled.
She brushed away and it was very soothing. And it did calm me down a little. And eventually I said. "Grandma, Penny is spending the summer at Camp Sunnyvale."
"Yes, I know dear." She replied.
"Well I don't want her to know I'm at Camp Sissy Curls again."
"Okay Steph."
"Well, you gotta help me Grandma."
"What do you mean Steph?" She asked.
"I know Penny will call me a lot over the summer. And that's no problem. I'll have my cell phone at camp. But she'll write to me and I promised to write her back."
"Yeah, so what do you want me to do sweetheart?"
"When a letter comes, please put it in a new envelope and mail it to me at camp immediately. And I'll write her back." I said. "But of course, I'll make the return address here at home."
"Sure Steph, I can do that."
When I finally settled down to a reasonable state of panic, Grandma and I spent a couple of hours packing up all my "girlie gear" to take to camp. She set aside my pink gingham dress outfit and extra petticoat. "I know your stepmother wants you to wear this to camp tomorrow." She said. And I just groaned.
I slept very little that night, dreading my return to camp. In the morning, Father and stepmother arrived and I said virtually nothing to them. I mostly just scowled and glared at them in anger. Stepmother insisted on helping me dress for the trip back to camp. At least, she spared me the indignity of diapers underneath my well poufed pink gingham ensemble. Anklets, Maryjanes, rhumba panties, makeup, nailpolish, perfume, braid loops and matching ribbons---the whole "pretty little girl" nine yards.
I cried as Grandma hugged me good bye and whispered. "Be strong. You can do this. There's a light at the end of the tunnel in two months."
It seemed little consolation to me.
The ride was a short one to camp, as Grandma lived fairly nearby. And at least they hadn't brought Laura along. I said absolutely nothing to Father and stepmother, despite their best efforts to try to engage me in conversation.
Just before noon, Father, stepmother and I stood before Ms Roberts in her office. She exchanged pleasantries with my parents and I could see that my Father felt very uneasy about being there. Memories from his past, I'm sure. Then she turned her attention to me and gushed all over about how glad she was that I was back at camp and what a pretty little girl I still was.
Standing in front of me, she fondled one of my braid loops and said. "I love the braids Stephanie. They're perfect. No perm for you this summer. You're to keep your hair just like that."
When I offered nothing back in response, Ms Roberts chided me. "Reply back properly Stephanie."
I knew the routine and grit my teeth and curtsied. "Thank you Ms Roberts."
My parents each gave me a hug that I coldly declined to return and they were ready to leave. Ms Roberts told me to wait there in her office while she escorted Father and stepmother out to their car.
When she returned, she said nothing to me and sat down at her desk and picked up the phone. "Hello Lisa? Stephanie Crandall's here and you can come and get her and help her with her things."
I wanted to scream.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part2
A minute later Lisa walked in, grinning devilishly. "Well, well, well Stephanie! You look absolutely adorable. Still a pretty little girl!" She gushed. "A little bit taller perhaps, but still all sugar and spice! And I love the braid loops. So little girlie!"
"Lisa's the full time counselor for Sugar Plum cabin this year, so she'll be spending the whole summer here at Camp Sissy Curls." Ms Roberts explained to me. "And you'll be back at Sugar Plum cabin again this summer with her. Isn't that great Stephanie?"
I said nothing and just frowned and Ms Roberts glared mightily at me.
I took the cue and curtsied and, with no emotion, replied. "Yes Ms Roberts."
"Well, off with you two to your cabin girls and you can get settled in Stephanie." Ms Roberts directed.
Lisa took my hand and exclaimed. "I'm so glad you're back Stephie. We're gonna have such fun this summer! Let's go sweetheart." And we headed out of the office for Sugar Plum cabin carrying my luggage.
Once we were outside, Lisa let go of my hand and all pretense too and boldly declared. "You're all mine for the summer sissy boy and I'm sure gonna have fun with you! Though you may not find it so fun. Now march, you little pansy!"
Nothing more was said during the short walk to the Sugar Plum. The cabin was a buzz with boys unpacking and changing into the camp uniform. The pleated skirt of the day was khaki tan.
Some boys, like Felicity who was also back for another season (the Wannabee who bunked next to me last summer), joyfully donned their bras and panties and all and primped their hair and so on.
But most boys went about the tasks with bewildered, dazed looks of horror at what was happening to them.
Lisa led me to my bed. And everyone gasped at the sight of me so little girlishly dressed. Some gasped in envy but most gasped in disbelief and probably fear. Fear that they too could find themselves so prissily attired.
I was eager to get out of my little girl dress and petticoats and into the camp outfit. As I started to unpack, I reached for my khaki pleated skirt and a top to change into.
I started to undress and was interrupted by Lisa. "Hold on there Stephie! I want you to stay dressed just as you are. Braids and all. You make a wonderful example for all the new girls."
"No way Lisa!" I yelled. "The braids I'll keep only cuz they're better than a perm but no way I'm gonna stay in this sissy dress and petticoats!"
My defiant response really caught her off guard and she was dumbstruck for a moment and fumbled to reply.
Finally she yelled back. "How dare you disobey me?"
"So what are you gonna do Lisa?" I snarled. "See to it that everyone back home knows all about me being Stephie? Send a video home perhaps??? I think not because I'm sure you know, full well, that everybody back home knows all about me now. There's nothing you can hold over my head!"
"Well...ah..." And she paused in thought for a moment and then gave me an evil grin. "Well, I'll find something. You can count on that sissy boy!"
And she resentfully left me to go back to changing my clothes. With my bra and panties and skirt and top in place and simple white crew socks and Keds on my feet, I removed my hair ribbons and just let my braids dangle down in front. My hair was pretty long by now and my braids reached to the cups of my bra.
I quickly unpacked and just sat on my bed watching the new "girls" muddle about trying to come to terms with the girlish hell they now found themselves in. They were horrified, to say the least, at what was happening. Being turned into girls was beyond belief for them and the clothes and the hair and all were just so repulsive. Little did they know that things could get much worse. I genuinely felt badly for them.
I spent that first day back at camp mostly just doing my best to keep to myself. And it wasn't that hard to do. Most of my cabin mates were "newbies" and, except for meals, were busy being fitted for Shirley Temple wigs or being given sausage curl permanents if their hair was long enough. Having their nails polished, eyebrows tweezed and arched, body hair removed and so on. All the girlish refinements. And most were too numb from all that was happening to speak anyways.
As I laid in bed that night, two concerns, fears really, kept my mind in overdrive for an hour or more. How could I keep Penny from seeing me here at camp and could Lisa come up with something to hold over me? But, at least, I was proud of myself for standing up to her.
I finally dozed off and woke up in the morning to the sounds of whimpering from the newbie girls bunked on either side of me.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part3
I got up, dressed in my camp outfit (navy blue pleated skirt of the day) and headed for the lavatory to wash up and brush my teeth. When I finished, most of the "girls" had already left for breakfast. I walked to the cafeteria and went through the breakfast line and, with tray in hand, discovered that all the seats at Sugar Plum table were taken.
That was okay with me. I wanted as little contact with anyone as possible. I spotted a small table for two in a corner and sat down.
As I spooned Cheerios into my mouth, I heard "Hi Stephie!" I looked up as Lisa plunked herself down with her breakfast tray in the chair across from me. My only reply to her was a groan and a scowl.
"Ohhh, don't be like that, my precious little pansy." She said, with feigned affection. "You looked lonely over here all by yourself so I thought I'd give you some company."
"Yeah right Lisa." I grumbled and started to get up to leave for another table.
"Sit down SISSY BOY!!!" She shouted and a hush came over the cafeteria and all eyes were on us.
That caught me off guard and I didn't want to cause more of a scene so I sat back down and the cafeteria went back to normal.
And Lisa put her cards on the table. "Okay you little pantywaist. You know you're all mine this summer. And I can go easy on you or very hard on you." And she pointed her finger in my face. "Do as I say and I'll go easy on you. Don't do as I say and I'll see to it that you wind up spending the entire summer in the nursery as a little baby girl in wet, poopy, stinky diapers again. It'll be like the Diaper Derby all summer long for you."
"I don't have to do what..." And before I could finish my sentence, we were interrupted.
"Hi girls! It's great to see the both of you together again."
I looked up and gasped in horror. Could things get any worse???
"Pull up a seat Chrissy!" Lisa chimed.
Chrissy grabbed a chair and sat down with her cup of coffee in hand and I started to bolt again.
"Sit down SISSY BOY!!!" Lisa shouted again, causing the same reaction from the cafeteria once more.
I reluctantly sat.
Chrissy took a sip of her, well..his, well...anyways---sipped on the coffee. And Chrissy looked at me and laughed and said. "You're not gonna dump that tray of food all over me like last summer, are you pretty boy?"
God knows, in my panicked state, I sure could have.
Lisa laughed. She knew I was even more uptight with Chrissy around.
"Relax Stephie. Get used to having Chrissy around. She's the counselor this summer for Buttercup cabin, next to ours." And then she added in a hush. "Don't worry. Chrissy won't try to get you to...uhm...well...ahh...you know." And Lisa took a sausage link from her plate and opened her mouth wide and poked it in and out a few times. And she giggled and whispered. "Chrissy doesn't have a wiener anymore!"
I looked in shock at Chrissy. And Chrissy smiled and said. "That's right Stephie. I'm all girl now! Had the final complete surgery last Fall. What you see is what you get!"
I was dumbstruck again. And Chrissy leaned over to me and whispered in my ear. "And I'd love to have another go around with YOUR cute little girlie wiener again some time!"
This was all just so revolting and disgusting and I got up and just left my tray on the table and ran from the mess hall.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part4
It was warm and sunny out and I just started to kind of ramble aimlessly around the camp trying to fathom all of this. I had no requirement to be anywhere until lunch, which would be followed by a total camp welcome back/orientation meeting in the rec center. I found a shady tree, secluded and off the beaten path, and sat down to think.
How could I make certain that Penny didn't run into me here at camp? I so didn't want her to see me here. And how could I get out of the clutches of Lisa and Chrissy, who would be certain to do everything in their power to make the next two months as sissyish and hellish as possible for me. I thought and thought and could finally come up with only one solution, other than murder (not really) or running away, which really wouldn't get me very far. It was an extreme and drastic solution. But an extreme and drastic soution had ultimately worked for me last winter in public school. Now the only question was how to put it in effect. And did I really want to go through that extreme? I'd have to give it more thought.
I got up and just wandered about the camp some more for a good length of time, deep in thought. Not much was going on. Too soon for "Don't Wannabees" to be playing softball and kickball and such. And too soon for "Wannabees" to be merrily skipping rope or playing Hopscotch or coloring in coloring books and the like.
As the lunch hour approached, I headed for the mess hall. I found a seat at our cabin table between two newbies. And they were certainly not happy campers. I said nothing to them other than "hi". They were very distraught and upset---red faced, tear swollen. One spent most of lunch tugging on his bra straps and pleated skirt and adjusting his Shirley Temple wig and the huge floppy bow atop it. Trying to come to terms with his girl's clothes and sissy hairdo. And the other did much the same, except he smelled of perm solution. His ringlets and sausage curls were real.
When lunch was over, the entire camp reported to the rec center for the welcome back/orientation meeting. Row upon row of folding chairs were set up facing the stage. A large movie screen was pulled down from the ceiling and a DVD player aimed toward it. Ms Roberts was standing at the dais. I sat on the fringe of the audience.
When all the campers were in place and settled down, Ms Roberts began. "Welcome girls to Camp Sissy Curls, summer 2007. Welcome to all you girls returning for another season and welcome to all you girls who are here for the very first time. I wish you a happy, lovely summer here at camp."
Ms Roberts continued with introductions of cabin counselors, staff, etc. and outlining recreational and other opportunities available at camp and basic rules for the camp.
She finished with "My advice to all of you new campers is to embrace your new found girlhood. Make the most of it. It will make your summer a much more pleasant one. And you may very well discover, as many do, that being a girl is a wonderous thing."
Then she directed one on the counselors to dim the lights. "We have a video of some of the highlights of camp from last summer girls. It's about half an hour so sit back, relax and enjoy."
The DVD featrured campers happily engaged in all manner of girlish activities and recreation, special events like Parent's Weekend and the "Shirley Temple Wannabee" contest and, of course, the "Diaper Derby"; where I was prominently featured. And I was beet red with embarrassment.
When the video ended, Ms Roberts said. "Now girls, something new this summer. We're going to have a little mixer to kick off the season. A little get together, a punch and cookies affair, in the mess hall. Campers from our sister camp next door, Camp Sunnyvale, are going to join us. So off to the cafeteria girls."
"Oh crap." I whispered. And I headed out in the opposite direction of everybody else. But I didn't get far.
"Stephanie Crandall, just where do you think you're going? That's not the way to the cafeteria." I turned around to see Ms Roberts looking sternly at me. "And what's with your hair?"
"Ahh, what do you mean about my hair?" I asked. "You told me I should keep it in braids and it is."
"Yes Stephanie, but I told you to keep it like it was yesterday when arrived. In loops tied with ribbons!" She scolded. "Now hurry back to your cabin and tie them up in braid loops with ribbons that match your skirt. And add barrettes too."
I'd been bold enough to defy Lisa but I'd never have the courage to argue with Ms Roberts. "Yes Ms Roberts." And I curtsied.
"And I'd better see you in the cafeteria pronto young lady. Chop chop!"
"Yes Ms Roberts." And I scurried off.
I quickly returned to the cafeteria; looped, beribboned and barretted. The place was packed with girls. "Faux" girls from here at camp and real girls from Sunnyvale. My eyes darted about in search of Penny, to locate her so I could avoid her. And I spotted her in a huddle of Sunnyvale girls in a corner. They seemed to want no interaction with us sissy boys. Knowing Penny, it made sense and I was glad for that.
I had a few close calls but I managed to keep from being seen by Penny thankfully. But I wasn't so lucky regarding Lisa and Chrissy, who made it a point to engage me as much as possible. When Chrissy managed to covertly reach her hand up underneath the back of my skirt for a feel, I raced off saying, "Leave me alone you freak!"
After the mixer, I was even more resolved to separate myself, as best I could, from Lisa and Chrissy and the potential for being seen by Penny. And I knew the answer. I just wasn't sure how I'd get there or if I really wanted to go there again.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part5
The mixer had ended around 4:00. Dinner time was at 5:30. We were left with an hour and a half of free time until then. I walked back to my cabin to check my cell phone to see if there were any calls from Penny. And sure enough, there was one call from her and it was made just fifteeen minutes earlier. I sat on my bed and immediately returned her call, hoping she'd answer. And she did.
"Hi Steph, I just called you." Penny chimed. "I miss you already sweetheart!"
"Me too Penny. How's it going at camp?"
"Okay. I've made a lot of new friends already and there's lots of cool things to do here. But I just had the weirdest experience."
"What do you mean Penny?" I asked, knowing full well it was the mixer.
"Well I just experienced your horrible sissy camp from last summer."
"What??? How come?" I asked, playing dumb.
"The two camps got together this afternoon at Camp Sissy Curls for a welcoming kinda thing---a mixer they called it."
"Wow, that didn't happen last summer." I said.
"Yeah, well I saw first hand a little of what camp was like for you last summer. Poor, wretched boys all dolled up as girls. Most with tears in their eyes and looks of horror on their faces. It was awful. I mean, you told me all about camp, but a picture is worth a thousand words Steph. I just hung out with a few of my new friends in a corner and did my best to avoid thew whole thing."
"Yeah, I know Penny." I replied without thinking.
"What???"
"I mean I know you would try to not get involved Penny. Keep away from that place as much as you can."
"Yeah, I will Steph." And then, thankfully, Penny changed the subject. "How are things back home? What have you been up to so far?"
We chatted on for about fifteen more minutes when I made the excuse that Grandma was waiting to take me shopping.
"A new pretty dress Stephie???" She giggled.
"Nooo Penny!!!" I growled. "For an Ipod for my upcoming birthday!"
"Oh c'mon honey. You know I'm just teasing you! The next clothes you'll probably go shopping for will be guy's slacks to wear back to school in a couple of months."
"Yeah, I can't wait!"
"Me either Steph. Well I'll let you go now. And I'll write to you soon. Write me back. Say hi to your grandma for me. Love ya!" And she hung up before I could reply back.
I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes, hoping I might catch a short nap before dinner. But it was interrupted a minute later.
"Uhm...ah...excuse me. I hope I didn't wake you. You're Stephie, right?"
I opened my eyes to see the newbie, with the permed real sausage curls who bunked next to me, standing there.
"No, I STEPHEN! Who are you?" I said as I sat up.
"I'm Bill. Well...ahh...Billie Jean now."
"Well BILL! What can I do for you?"
He sat down on his bed. He was a small, frail skinny kid and looked very frightened. He reminded me of me last summer. He nervously fidgeted with the stupid huge pink floppy bow atop his ringlets and sausage curls.
"Do things...I mean all this sissy stuff...does it get any easier around here?" He asked in a whimper.
"Well, I guess that depends." I said. "I suppose things get a bit easier if you succ-umb to it all. And I KNOW things get a lot harder when you try to fight it."
"You mean like you and the Diaper Derby last summer?"
"Yup, but I don't want to talk about that." I grimaced with embarrassment. "Your best bet is to keep your nose clean and keep your head low Bill. Go along with it, but only as little as you can get away with. " And I stood up. "C'mon, it's dinner time. I'll walk with you to the mess hall."
"Thanks Stephie...I mean Stephen."
In the middle of dinner, Lisa announced to our table that we were having a cabin meeting after supper at 6:45. All cabins would be doing likewise.
And back at the cabin, promptly at 6:45, Lisa shouted. "Okay sissy boys! Sit down on your beds and shut your yaps and listen up carefully!"
She paced up and down the aisle, like a drill sergeant at Boot Camp, going over rules for the camp and the cabin and possible punishments for the slightest infractions of any of them. She was a tyrannical bitch. And she scared the crap out of most everyone, especially the newbies. And that was her intention of course. A power play, a show of her authority.
She stopped her pacing and ranting in front of the bed of a newbie just across the aisle from me. She snarled at him. "Stand up, you little pantywaist!"
He cringed, but quickly obeyed.
"What's your name sissy boy?"
"Neil." He replied, staring at the floor.
"No, you stupid little fairy!" Lisa yelled. "What's your name NOW? Your NEW name!"
His dangling sausage curls shuddered ever so slightly and he trembled and fumbled to answer, eyes still glued to the floor. "Uhm...N-N-Nellie."
"That's better...NELLIE!!!" Lisa sarcastically commended. "Now just stay standing there as you are princess!"
Then she directed her attention to the entire group. "Now girls, little Nellie here just broke..." And she paused in thought and put one hand on her hip and the other in front of her face. And she slowly and methodically counted, tallying on her fingers. "Nellie just broke one, two...three...uhm...four. Four important rules! Who can name one?"
One hand shot up immediately. It was no surprise to me that it was Felicity's.
"Yes Felicity?"
Felicity stood up and curtsied. "Nellie forgot to curtsey."
"Very good Felicity!" And Lisa gave the pathetic little Wannabee a smile of approval. "Sissies always curtsey when spoken to by a SUPERIOR!"
"Now girls, what's another rule she broke?" Up zoomed Felicity's hand again but Lisa ignored it this time. And she pointed to another newbie. "You, what's your name?"
He wasn't stupid and he quickly stood up and curtsied. "My name's Nancy Sue."
"Okay Nancy Sue, what's another rule Nellie broke?"
He cringed and thought for a moment, desperate to answer correctly. "Uhm..." And thankfully for his sake, the light bulb came on in his head. "Ah...he didn't give his right name, his new name here at camp???"
"That-a-girl Nancy Sue! Good sissy! Lisa praised. "Now who can name a third rule that Nellie broke?" And Lisa walked over to me and looked down at me. "Well I certainly know your name! Stand up Stephie. Name a third rule."
I stood up and only gave her a slight, quick little curtsey. I said nothing and just coldly glared into her face, shooting as many daggers her way as I could.
Lisa was shaken a little, caught off guard again by me. But she was quick on her feet, eager to save face, and she regrouped. "Okay.....that's correct Stephie. Sissies always look a superior in the face when spoken to."
Lisa started her drill sergeant march down the aisle again. "I'll give you girls a break and tell you the fourth rule Nellie broke. Whenever you're spoken to by a superior, which is really ANYONE here at camp other than yourselves, you address them as Ms or Miss. I'm MISS Lisa! If you don't know someone's name, then 'mam will do. It's an important new rule this year here at camp. Is that clear sissies?"
The cabin was silent. And Lisa repeated again. "IS THAT CLEAR SISSIES!!!"
The silence was broken as Felicity stood up and curtsied and cheerfully answered. "Yes Miss Lisa!"
Lisa glared at all the rest of us and everyone took the cue and got up together and curtsied saying "yes Miss Lisa".
And I did too. But instead I mumbled, under my breath, "Go to hell Miss Lisa."
"Very good girls! You're catching on. You may be seated." And Lisa turned to face hapless Nellie, whose face was totally covered with tears now. "Except for you Nellie. Remain standing."
Lisa walked back to Nellie and said. "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to make an example out of you! Broken rules need to be punished."
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part6
Lisa pointed to a desk in the corner. "See my desk over there, little naughty Nellie!"
Nellie just trembled and cried and nodded yes.
"Go to it and in the top right hand drawer you'll find a hairbrush. Get it and bring it to me." Lisa ordered, with an evil smirk on her face.
Nellie knew what was coming, as did we all, and he wailed. "Nooo!!!"
"No??? How dare you?" Lisa snarled. "Disobeying me is a major breaking of the rules. Do you really want to break another rule pansy?"
"Please don't!!!" Nellie begged.
Of course it fell on deaf ears. "Get moving sissy boy! Or do you want twice as many as I'm planning to give you?"
"Ahhh!!!" Nellie shrieked, as he walked to the desk and fetched the brush.
Nellie reluctantly handed Lisa the brush, with a very pitiful look on his face.
"Turn around and bend over sissy!" And Lisa called out. "Pay close attention everyone! See what happens when you break the rules!"
Lisa hiked up the back of his skirt and pulled down the back of his pink panties. And she laughed, as she gave his fanny a little pinch. "Little Nellie Jelly Butt!" She proclaimed.
Nellie was crying uncontrollably and Lisa added one more insult to the injury that was about to come. "After each whack say---I WANT TO BE A GIRL!"
"Whack!"
"I want to be a girl." He mumbled.
"Louder Nancy Boy!"....."Whack!!"
"I WANT TO BE A GIRL!"
"Whack!!!"
"I WANT TO BE A GIRL!!"
Lisa ended with five. "Okay my girlie Wannabee, pull up your panties and turn around and face me."
Nellie pulled up the back of his panties and turned to face Lisa. And this time, it was Lisa who shrieked.
"Oh my God!" She cried in digust. "You freakin' little sissy baby!!!"
Pee was streaming down his legs, making a puddle at his feet. The trauma of it all had caused him to loose control.
"Okay Little Miss Peepee Panties, march to the showers." She yelled, pointing to the bathroom. "You got exactly five minutes to get back here cleaned up. And wear nothing but your towel wrapped around you. Chop, chop pansy!"
He rushed off sobbing and rubbing his sore behind.
Lisa appeared to be quite angry about Nellie wetting his panties. But knowing sadistic Lisa, I was sure she was very pleased with the turn of events.
Then Lisa looked toward Felicity and growled. "Felicity!"
"Yes Miss Lisa?" She bubbled, with a perky smile and a curtsey.
"You're my sweet, precious...LITTLE MISS GOODIE TWO SHOES!!! So I know you'll be more than glad to clean up, for me, the mess Nellie made. There's a mop and a bucket and suds in the closet over there." Lisa said with a sneer. And then she laughed and said under her breath. "Your name should be Nellie---Nellie Olsen."
Felicity headed for the closet, sans her perky smile. And I was surprised to see that even Lisa found the little prissy prick to be obnoxious.
Felicity mopped. Lisa went off to her room to fetch something. And the rest of us just sat quietly, too afraid to say "boo".
A couple of minutes later, Lisa returned carrying a box, the contents of which were not visible. But I had a pretty good idea of what was in the box though.
And Nellie returned in nothing but the towel wrapped around him and he stood near Lisa.
"Okay sissy boys, let this be a lesson to all of you about what happens to sissies who can't control their bodily functions." Lisa called out to everyone.
And Lisa looked at Nellie and said, in disgust. "Only babies wet themselves."
And she yanked the towel off from around him. And he screeched in shame. And he immediately covered his privates with his hands, only to have them swatted away by Lisa.
And Lisa laughed. "Babies don't have any modesty! Now spread your legs apart Nellie Jelly."
He moaned but obeyed. And I wondered if he had any idea of what was coming next. Or for that matter, if any of the newbies knew what was coming next.
"Now normally, of course, a baby's laying down for this. But it can be done with you standing Nellie." And Lisa reached down into the box from her room, saying. "Everyone can see better this way anyhow."
She took out a disposable diaper and held it up for Nellie and everybody to see. And a hush came over the cabin.
"No!!! Please no!!!" Nellie begged. "Please not diapers!"
It fell on deaf ears, no surprise. And Nellie wailed and covered his face with his hands in an effort to blot out the horror of it all.
Lisa taped it tightly and securely in place and followed it with two more. Then she took from the box a pair of clear, but pink tinted, plastic diaper pants. White ruffles edged around the leg and waist openings. And she held them open at his feet for him to step into.
Nellie begged and pleaded and sobbed, but to no avail. And he stepped into them and Lisa snaked them up around his huge wad of diapers, making sure that they were tucked in at the leg and waist openings.
I hoped that was it for poor Nellie. But of course, it wasn't.
Lisa took a frilly, baby girl T-shirt top from the box, embellished with pink and white ruffles. Pink lettering spelled out "Little Miss Waterworks" across the front.
I wondered if that would be it, perhaps, for poor hapless Nellie? It was a foolish question.
Next, she tied an extremely frilly and prissy, little baby girl bonnet on his head with a huge bow under his chin. She fiddled with his sausage curls so they peeked out from underneath it.
With the addition of booties and a pink binkie in his mouth, Lisa was finally satisfied.
"Don't you dare let me see that pacifier out of your mouth Nellie!!!" Lisa warned. And Nellie just whimpered, having no tears left to shed.
"Now down on your hands and knees and crawl like a baby to your bed Nellie Jelly!"
He crawled along, his bulbous fanny wiggling as he went. And he climbed up onto his bed, drained and exhausted and probably wishing that a hole would open up and swallow him.
Lisa walked to his bed and looked down at him. "Now you can tinkle all you want, you pissy, prissy sissy!" And she giggled. "And poop too!!!"
That night in bed, I actually shed a few tears of my own. I felt really bad for poor Nellie. There was no one in the cabin who could understand, as well as I did, how Nellie felt. And I resolved myself, even more, to get the hell out of that cabin and away from Lisa.
In the morning, the awful smell of poopy diapers woke me up. Poor Nellie must have done a huge load.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part7
Nellie had indeed wet and pooped his diapers over night.
To really hit home a point (a demonstration of her authority and power) and to make more of an example, Lisa informed suffering Nellie, and the rest of the cabin, that he would not be allowed out of his wet, poopy, stinky diapers until bedtime. He'd wear them all day!
Lisa did relieve him of his baby bonnet, booties and "Little Miss Waterworks" top, in favor of the normal camp outfit. But he had to keep the pacifier in his mouth all day. And she made a simple sign on a 5 x 8 index card that she pinned to the front of his camp T-shirt. It read, "Caution...Stinky Poopy Diapers!!!"
The sign, of course, wasn't really necessary. The very evident bulge under his pleated skirt and his waddle as he walked and his stench made everything perfectly clear. The sign was just an enhancement of his humiliating punishment.
Nellie was left to himself all day. Given a wide berth everywhere, especially at meals. He stunk so horribly. When he walked/waddled or sat down, he did it very carefully and gingerly. I knew, from much experience, that he wanted to minimize the "squish" of everything and was trying to keep the awful contents of his diapers from leaking out. His misery and humiliation was intense, to say the very least. It was all so unfair of that tyrannical bitch Lisa.
Just before bedtime, Lisa allowed him out of his stinky, poopy hell. And none to soon. Brown colored pee was streaming down his legs by then.
As he headed for the bathroom to get out of his mess and shower, Lisa gave him a warning, which was meant for everyone too. "Follow the rules Nellie Jelly, or you'll wind up in the nursery as a full-time little baby girl in messy, stinky diapers!"
I had to get away from Lisa and Sugar Plum cabin, I thought again as I drifted off to sleep.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part8
The next morning, "Sergeant Lisabitch" paced up and down the aisle inspecting the "troops", as we all got cleaned up and ready to go to breakfast. Most boys went about the humiliating tasks of getting all "prettied up" with resignation. But some boys joyfully and fervently donned their bras and panties and skirts and applied their makeup and did their hair and primped. Real Wannabees!
On her second trip down the aisle, Sergeant Lisabitch looked over to me and smiled, almost genuinely. "Good morning Stephie." She said.
I just coldly glared at her. And her response really surprised me. She actually stuck out her tongue at me like a petulant, very little girl might. As she paced on, I said to myself. "God, you're really losing it bitch."
I laughed and then I heard my name. "Stephen, could you please help me?"
I looked over to see Bill standing in front of the mirror between our beds. He was fumbling to tie a ribbon in a bow atop his curls.
"Sure Bill." I said.
He handed me the ribbon and groaned. "This girlie crap is awful. I hate it!"
"Yup!!!"
As I started to tie the ribbon, Lisa approached us on her return trip back down the aisle.
She shooed me away, saying. "Here, I'll do that!"
Lisa looked at Bill and asked. "What's your name again?"
He nervously curtsied and replied. "Bill....ie Jean, Miss Lisa!" He had almost fumbled.
"Well Billie Jean, you're a very pretty girl!" Lisa gushed, as she tied the ribbon in a pretty bow in his hair. "A real cutie pie!!!"
And she adjusted the bow and fondled his sausage curls and added. "You're much too pretty to really be a BOY!" She teased, with the devil in her eyes. "You must really be a girl! A girl from Sunnyvale who's trying to pull a fast one on me!!!"
Lisa paused for an answer and Bill was dumbfounded , but replied. "No Miss Lisa, I'm really a boy!"
Lisa giggled and devilishly said. "Well, you'll just have to prove that to me sweetie pie! Lift up the front of your skirt and pull down your panties and prove it!"
"No!!!" He gasped. "I won't do that!"
"Do you really want to break the rules and disobey me Billie Jean???"
"I don't care!" He cried. "I won't do that!"
"Very well then." And her tone became much harsher. "Go get my hairbrush Billie Jean!!!" She shouted, pointing toward her desk.
I snapped. It was time for drastic measures.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part9
I walked to Bill and put my hand on his shoulder and pulled him aside. And I stood in Lisa's face and shouted. "Leave him alone bitch!!!" And the cabin went dead silent.
She hesitated a moment, glaring at me, bracing herself for battle. There'd be no childish tongue sticking out at me now. She was furious and fed up and ready to fight. Ready to defend her authority. And that was just what I wanted. Just what I had planned in my mind the past two couple of nights in bed.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" She yelled. And she slapped my face.
I winced a little from the blow, but said and did nothing in response. I wanted her to swim with the line for awhile.
"Just where do you get off speaking to me like that, you freakin' little fairy!!!"
Her face was red hot with anger. And I kept my silence, letting her get the upper hand for a little while more.
"Well sissy boy, then YOU can take Billie Jean's place!" She ranted and she stuck her finger out toward the desk again. "Go get the hairbrush." She confidently ordered. "I'm gonna spank the CRAP outta you! And I mean that literally!!!"
Again, I said nothing. And I obeyed her command. I fetched the brush.
As I stood in front of her, holding the brush, I gave her a fearful, pitiful, pleading look. And I whimpered ever so slightly."Is a spanking really necessary Miss Lisa???"
"MOST DEFINITELY, sissy boy!!!"
She took the bait---hook, line, and sinker. And I held the brush out to her.
When she reached for it, I dropped the brush and grabbed her arm and twisted it around behind her back. And I tackled her to the floor.
"What the hell are you doing???" She screamed, as she struggled with me.
I wrestled her onto her stomach and sat on her back, facing her butt. I used my knees and legs, in a kneeling position, to pin her arms down. She screamed and kicked with all her might. But I managed to keep her restrained.
I grabbed the hairbrush and she looked back over her shoulder at me and screamed. "No!!! Don't you dare!"
In a very matter of fact way, I said. "Well I asked you if a spanking was really necessary and you said MOST DEFINITELY! And I don't want to disobey you and break the rules Miss Lisa."
"You know what I..."
"Whack!"
"Ahhhh!!!!"
"Whack!"
"Ahhhh!!!! Stop it, I'm warn..."
"Whack!"
"Ahhhh!!!! You're gonna pay for..."
"Whack!"
I stopped after ten and got off her, stood up, and looked down at her. She was limp as a dish rag, trembling and crying.
Rubbing her very sore behind, she looked up over her shoulder at me and whimpered. "You'll pay for this sissy boy! Believe me, you'll pay for this!!!"
As she struggled to her feet, the silence of my cabin mates was broken with "Ooohhh!!!" and "Oh my God!!!" and such.
And Lisa looked down at herself and echoed the very same words. The crotch of her shorts was wet. She had peed her pants.
She covered the stain with her hands and ran off to her room shrieking, "I'll get you for this Stephie!!!"
Her wetting was icing on the cake for me. I said nothing and headed down the aisle for the cabin door and outside. As I walked, I heard a clap, and then two, and yet more; until the cabin burst into full applause. Well, except for the Wannabees.
I didn't go to breakfast. I had no appetite. Instead, I found a secluded spot under the shade of a maple tree and sat down and waited for the you what to hit the fan.
And it wasn't very long before I heard over the camp P.A. system, "Stephanie Crandall, report to Ms Roberts' office immediately!"
Just a few minutes later, I stood in front of Ms Roberts in her office.
"Lisa just called me, crying and hysterical!" Ms Roberts snarled. "Just what on Earth possessed you to do what you did???"
"Lisa was being very..."
"Be silent, young lady!" She hollered. "That was a rhetorical question! One that requires NO answer." And she stood up from behind her desk and put her hands on her hips. "And besides, there's absolutely no defense for what you did."
"Yes Ms Roberts." I replied, showing no emtion.
"What you did to Lisa was cruel, vicious and severe! And it demands a SEVERE punishment!"
"Yes Ms Roberts." I again replied without emotion.
"Report to the nursery. Miss Baldwin is expecting you. You'll be spending the entire summer there, as a little baby girl again, in messy, stinky diapers!"
She pointed to the door. "On your way, naughty little baby!"
I curtsied. "Thank.....I mean.....Yes Ms Roberts."
Outside her office, I said quietly to myself "Yes!!!" And I walked for the nursery.
Odd as it sounds, I was pleased with the punishment. It was what I was after. I was pleased with everything that had happened. My drastic and extreme solution was in gear now. An entire summer as a little baby girl in the nursery would be very awful. And very boring too. But being mostly confined to the nursery would provide a relatively safe haven for me. Less interaction with both camps. Less chance of being seen by Penny. And I wouldn't be staying in Sugar Plum cabin with Lisa. I saw it as kind of a solitary confinement for me at this "Prissy Prison".
And I was also very pleased that I had stood up to Lisa and had exacted some revenge on her.
As I reached the nursery, I paused and took a deep breath. I certainly wasn't pleased that I'd be spending the entire summer as a little baby girl in diapers. But frilly baby dresses and prissy bonnets and diapers covered with rhumba panties and all the rest, was nothing new to me. I could do this.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part10
I walked into the nursery and was immediately greeted by Bernice (Miss Baldwin).
"Hi Stephie, it's nice to see you again." Bernice said, though with a look of disappointment behind her smile. "I just wish it wasn't here in the nursery, if you know what I mean."
"Thanks Miss Baldwin. It's good to see you too. And I know what you mean!" I replied, with as much of a smile as I could muster.
Bernice had been so good to me at the end of last summer, during my stay in the nursery with her. Very loving and kind.
"Well, c'mon sweetheart and we'll get you...ahhh...well...ready, I guess."
She took my hand and walked me toward the bathroom. The nursery was empty, too early in the season for other little baby girls like I was soon to be.
In the bathroom, I was surprised to find a girl, sixteen, maybe seventeen, standing at the tub drawing a bubble bath. She looked up at us.
"Bettty, this is our first...uhm...customer. Stephie, Stephie Crandall." Bernice said. "Stephie, this is Betty. She's from Sunnyvale and she'll be helping me out here in the nursery this summer."
"Hi Stephie!" Betty said with a smile.
"Hi." I said back.
Betty wasn't a "knockout", but she wasn't an "Ugly Betty" either. Long, plaited hair bunched in pigtails, freckles, a little flat-chested maybe. But she wasn't bad!
Bernice and Betty spent a great amount of time getting me "ready". I was their only "customer", after all.
They bathed me in mountains of scented bubbles to get me all baby, squeaky clean and soft and sweet smelling. With razors and shaving cream, they made sure that the absolute only hair I had on my body was my sculpted eyebrows and the hair on my head. A routine I wasn't unfamiliar with.
Butt up on a changing table back in the nursery, Bernice handed Betty a tube of diaper rash ointment, saying. "Put lots on, he's really gonna need it!"
Despite having been through this many times before, I was "stimulated" by Betty's rubbing on my behind. A curious thing!!!
Powdering of my bum was next and I was turned over.
And Betty gasped. "Oh my!!!" She whispered to Bernice. "Do sissy boys always get so...uhm...well...so...HAPPY, having this done to them???"
My wiener was waving. And Bernice laughed. "Ahh...yup! They usually do."
I was embarrassed by it, but not as much so as I was last summer.
When Betty sprinkled it with baby powder and rubbed it in, I "waved" even more. And she gasped even more.
A very, VERY heavy diapering followed. "He'll need this!" Bernice said, as Betty taped the fifth and last disposable in place.
The wad around my waist was humungous!!! And that worried me.
Two plain, white, plastic diaper pants were next; barely squeezing over the mound of diapers. Then the frilliest, pink and white ruffled, lace covered, beribboned rhumba panties followed. They couldn't, absolutely couldn't, have been more frilled.
Yards and yards of stiff net, well above the knee, white organza petticoats were fitted over my wad of "pouf". I actually lost count of how many petticoats I was adorned with.
The pink and white baby dress that followed made the frilliest, sissiest, prissiest outfits that I'd ever been decked out in, GREATLY pale by comparison. As did my baby bonnet, with braid loops dangling underneath, and my lace trimmed anklets. My pink, shiny patent leather Maryjanes featured three inch heels.
With a pink binkie in my mouth, I had reached the "pinnacle of sissydom".
Betty walked me over to a full length mirror to take it all in.
"Why!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I cried, and I mean I was really crying! I looked like a dandelion that had poufed white with age.
"Ms Roberts' orders, I'm afraid Stephie." Bernice sighed. "Sorry!!!"
"Oh God!!!" I moaned.
Bernice took hold of my left hand, and Betty the right, and Bernice said. "C'mon Steph, gotta go back to Ms Roberts' office now. She wants to inspect you and talk to you. I'm afraid she's got special 'plans' for you!"
I whimpered in fear. And I could barely walk, with all the waddding between my legs and my three inch heels.
Back in Ms Roberts' office again, I stood sobbing. She oogled and gushed all over me.
"Bernice, she's absolutely PERFECT!!!" Ms Roberts exclaimed. "Better than I'd hoped for! Please keep Stephanie just like this all summer. Sooooo prissy!!!"
"Yes Ms Roberts." Bernice replied, with little enthusiasm.
Then Ms Roberts glared at me. "I've got specials plans for you Stephie, you very naughty little baby girl!!! So keep your mouth shut and listen carefully!"
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part11
I listened in great fear.
"I intend to make an example, a huge example out of you Stephanie. An example that will show all the sissy boys here at camp what can happen to them if they don't tow the line! They'll learn an important lesson through you!"
I whimpered, as she carried on. Drawbacks already with my plan, I realized.
"Now for starters, and I stress the word STARTERS! You'll be allowed only one change of diapers per day, no matter how wet and poopy you become. Or how great a diaper rash you get!"
Now I understood why my bum had been so heavily "fortified" by Bernice and Betty.
"You'll take all your meals, whatever's on the menu, in the cafeteria with your fellow campers. But you'll eat in a highchair prominently perched so everyone can see you. And yours drinks will be put in a baby bottle."
No baby food was the only saving grace there.
And Ms Roberts looked over toward Betty. "Uhm...it's Betty, isn't it?"
"Yes Ms Roberts." She replied.
"Please make a note Betty to tell the cafeteria staff to see to it that Baby Stephie gets a lot of roughage in her meals. We don't want her becoming constipated."
"Yes Ms Roberts."
Back to me. "You'll spend lots of boring hours in your playpen Stephie. And unless it's raining, it'll be set up outside the nursery so everybody can see you and so you don't stink up the place as much." And she sneered and gave me an evil laugh. "But I'll try to break up the boredom for you, at times, with outings to the town or the Mall."
I was really crying by now.
"In the evening, during the movie in the rec center, you'll have a special assignment to work on each night. But you'll learn more about that tonight."
The relative anonymity of the nursery was becoming less and less, especially with Ms Roberts, next pronouncement.
"Finally," Ms Roberts snarled, "you'll spend every Saturday of the summer at Camp Sunnyvale and have a sleepover with a different cabin each time."
That was it! I ran for the door, screaming at the top of my lungs. "No way!!! You can go to Hell!"
"Stop her!!!" Ms Roberts ordered Bernice and Betty. And they blocked my path. Bernice fairly gently worked to restrain me. Betty was more zealous.
"No, no, no, no!" I shouted. "I can't go there!!!"
Ms Roberts poked her long, gnarly finger in my face. "You can, and you WILL!"
"Please!!!" I begged, as I struggled for control from Bernice and Betty.
Ms Roberts calmly replied with. "Please bend her over ladies and pull down her mountain of diapers and keep her in place."
I was wailing uncontrollably now. With a wooden paddle from a desk drawer, Ms Roberts stood behind me. I could see only her feet and legs now, through the view from between my legs.
"It's my understanding that it was ten for Lisa. So I guess ten are in order for you Stephanie." I heard from above and behind. "Take it like a man," and Ms Roberts giggled, "well, like a big girl. Or I'll give you double!"
She landed the first whack with great might and I jolted in pain. But she paused and I heard her ask. "Have you ever done this before Betty?"
"No Ms Roberts."
"Well, finish him off then Betty. Doing is the best way of learning. Nice and hard now!"
Betty was an over-achiever and it was very tough to keep from yelping too much. I didn't want double. But thankfully, I managed to take it not like a "big girl", but like a "man". And only a single round was necessary.
I was dispatched to a corner, holding the back of my dress and petticoats up and rubbing my sore fanny as best I could.
"You two can head back to the nursery now." She said to Bernice and Betty. "Please get his playpen outside and and take a highchair to the mess hall. Set it on the small stage in the front of the cafeteria where everyone will get a good view of him."
"Yes Ms Roberts." They both replied in unison.
"Our penitent little sissy baby here can stay with me for awhile doing some corner time and pondering the error of his his ways! I'll send him along back to you in a little while."
Bernice and Betty left. And I heard Ms Roberts on the phone.
"Hello Lisa?"....."Please report to my office immediately."
Ms Roberts left me alone to ponder the error of my ways and she went about her work at her desk. But the only thing I pondered, besides my sore butt, was that fact that my plan was backfiring. I was "out of the frying pan and into the fire". I'd gotten out of the frying pan in Sugar Plum cabin with Lisa, but now I was in the fire of a whole new set of diabolical, humiliating punishments. And I'd have much less anonymity than I had counted on. And being discovered by Penny was now a virtual certainty. I'd foolishly underestimated the wrath of Ms Roberts. I'd have to figure something out.
Before long, I heard a knock on Ms Roberts' door.
"Ms Roberts, you wanted to see me?"
"Yes Lisa, come in."
I heard Lisa giggle at the sight of the crimson fanny in the sea of petties that greeted her.
"I need to talk to you Lisa!" Ms Roberts sternly said. "Step into the next room."
And the two of them walked through an adjoining door and Ms Roberts closed it behind them.
As I kept my place in the corner, I discovered to my surprise, that I could just barely make out the sound of Ms Roberts' angry, booming voice. It was coming through the air vent just overhead. I listened intently and I could actually hear much of what she was saying. I couldn't hear Lisa though.
"Lisa, you demonstrated a great lack of control and authority over your cabin! And I seriously doubt that it can be regained!"
There was a long period of silence. Certainly the inaudible sound of Lisa replying.
Then Ms Roberts again. ""Dismissal as cabin counselor is in order Lisa!"
Again, silence.
"I don't think you'll be able to Lisa!"
More silence. Lisa had to be pleading her case.
"Yes, with Stephie gone from Sugar Plum, it'll be easier. But I still don't think you can handle it!"
More and more silence.
"Well it's against my better judgment, but I'll give you a week, ONE WEEK ONLY, to whip those Sugar Plum boys into Sugar Plum Fairies. Or, niece or not, I'll send you packing back to Sunnyvale."
"Niece" was a revalation to me. I had no idea that Ms Roberts was her aunt.
Back in the office, Ms Roberts ordered. "Take Stephie back to the nursery Lisa on your way back to Sugar Plum."
"Yes Ms Roberts. And thank you!'
And Lisa seized the opportunity to immediately demonstrate her power and authority to Ms Roberts.
She pinched my sore behind and I yelped. And she yelled. "Turn around sissy boy! And keep the back of your dress up!"
I turned to face her, with no attitude now. She looked down at the mountain of diapers and plastic pants around my ankles.
"Step out of your diapers pansy!"
I did and she looked down into them. "Hmmm, no poo yet. Too bad. But they do seem to be a little damp!"
And she coldly stared me in the eyes, as she untied my baby bonnet and placed it in my hands. And I cringed in fear.
She reached down and picked up the mass of diapers and plastic pants and pulled it down over my head, with a leg opening positioned so I could see out a little.
"Thanks again Ms Roberts!" She called, as she nudged me toward the door and said. "Keep the back of your dress up high Baby Stephie!
I made quite a spectacle, quite an example as she paraded me back to the nursery.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part12
When Lisa and I reached the nursery, I could see through the leg opening a playpen set up outside waiting for me.
"Your throne awaits you, Princess Poopy!" Lisa taunted. "Better get all your diapering back in place cuz I'm sure, before long, you'll really be Princess Poopy!"
She removed my "diaper helmet" and set it on the ground in front of me. "Okay sissy, step into them and pull them up, nice and secure."
"Nice and secure" was my thinking too. As was "leak proof". It seemed I'd be in them until tomorrow, afterall.
I stepped into them and worked them up to above my knees, when I realized I'd need to sprout a third arm to hold my dress and voluminous petticoats up and out of the way.
I fumbled with it all for a second or two, when Lisa complained. "Oh geez, sissy boys can't do anything for themselves!" And she helped me with the dress and petties. "But then, you are just a helples little baby girl now!" She added, upon reflection.
With my diapers and outfit all back in place, Lisa refitted my baby bonnet. She was right up in my face, as she worked to tie a large, perky bow under my chin. And her breath was foul. It smelled of cigarette smoke.
Time for a little jab, I thought. "You know, smoking is harmful to your health Lisa!"
"Mind your own business, you little fairy!" She growled. "Like you really care anyway!"
She was right about that.
With the bow tied, she stood back. "Okay babycakes, all set. Get into your playpen."
As I started to climb in, she stopped me. "Hold on, you forgot to properly thank me for helping you!"
I took the cue and gave her a sweet, little girl curtsey and said. "Thank you Miss Lisa!" And she smiled in satisfaction, until I added. "Hope you don't get lung cancer!!!"
"Shut up Stephie!!!" And then the petulant, little girl side of her took over again. And she stuck her tongue out at me once more.
I laughed out loud.
And she glared at me and the "she devil" side of her returned. "I told you you'd pay for what you did to me sissy boy! Now get into your playpen!" And she stormed off.
As I sat, I thought about how I'd learned two secrets about Lisa this morning, for whatever it was worth. She was Ms Roberts' niece and she smoked, which was forbidden at camp.
It wasn't too long before Betty came out of the nursery, pushing an over-sized baby stroller.
"C'mom Stephie, outta the playpen and into your stroller. We got just enough time before lunch ends."
"Can't I walk?" I asked.
"I think you mean WADDLE!" And she giggled. "But anyways, no you can't. Ms Roberts' orders!"
As she pushed me along, I struck up a conversation with her. "Is this your first summer here? I mean Sunnyvale and here?"
"No. First time here, as an intern in the nursery. But I spent all last summer at Sunnyvale. I was in Hummingbird cabin."
"Ohhhhh!!!" I groaned, with great embarrassment and shame. "Then you...ah...you..."
"Yup!" She interrupted. "I thought about you, a month or so ago, when I happened to hear on some oldies station that stupid 'Who' song, 'I'm a Boy' that you..."
I cut her off. "Yeah, okay, okay. I get ya."
"Pretty grim night for you, huh Stephie?"
"Yup!" And that was all.
As she pushed me into the cafeteria, the "hushhhhh" came over the place again. The over-sized highchair awaited me, prominently set up on the small stage for all to see me.
I climbed into it and Betty secured the tray in place, all of which wasn't easy given all the "pouf" and "wadding" I was wearing.
Then she fastened around my neck a large pink, plastic bib decorated with Teddy Bears or Bunnies or...whatever!!!
"Okay Baby Stephie, I'll go through the line and get your lunch." Betty said with a smile. And the cafeteria went back to its normal, raucous banter.
At least I was being waited on, I thought. It was little consolation though!
It wasn't long before Betty returned with my lunch tray. It was the same meal that everyone else was eating. Well, except my drink was in a baby bottle and I seemed to have an extra portion of veggies. Roughage, as per Ms Roberts' orders.
Having skipped breakfast, I dug away hungrily at my food and suc-ked away on my baby bottle. And it dawned on me, as I ate, that a lot of "food intake" would result in a lot of "waste output". But I had to eat! I couldn't "spare the food" to NOT "spoil the diaper".
As campers milled about the cafeteria, getting more food, returning trays and so on; I experienced four very different reactions if they walked nearby or passed me.
Real girls---cabin counselors, interns from Sunnyvale---had no qualms with laughing and teasing and totally ridiculing me. All the usual inquires about the condition of my diapers and comments about what a pretty, little baby girl I was. All that kind of crap. Nothing new!
Wannabees giggled and tittered! Many surely in envy of my ultra prissy, frilly attire. And who knows? Probably even some in envy of my diapers and rhumba panties too! But if they had to "walk a mile in my shoes", well---diapers; they might think differently.
Don'twannabees gave me the comfort, and perhaps even the respect, of ignoring me.
Newbies just gasped in horror and fear.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part13
When lunch was over, Betty pushed me back to my playpen outside the nursery. The sky was overcast, rain looked possible. That'd be okay with me, as it would mean I'd be back inside the nursery.
But the rain held up and I spent the afternoon outside, mostly trying to figure out a way to remedy the not so favorable results of my plan.
I knew suppertime was approaching when I began to see groups of boys trickle past me, headed for the mess hall.
And one group in particular, the Sugar Plum boys, really caught my eye. They were paired off in partners, holding each others' hand. They merrily skipped along in a line to the mess hall. Lisa brought up the rear, spurring them on. And she looked well pleased with herself. "Sugar Plum boys into Sugar Plum Fairies" were the words Ms Roberts had used with Lisa that morning.
I pulled myself up on my knees to watch the pathetic little sissies skip along, all the way down the path. And as I did, I felt a great rumbling deep inside me. And it wasn't the rumblings of hunger pangs; a call for "food intake". It was the opposite.
I held my position and sighed, as the rumblings and pressure increased within me. I knew, only too well, that fighting it was useless. And before too long, I pooped a huge, stinky load into my diapers. And I gave them a good wetting.
When my bowels and bladder were totally empty, I didn't sit back down. I laid, instead, on my side. I didn't want to "mush" everything. And I closed my eyes and sobbed, knowing this was the first of many, many more to come this summer.
My sobbing was interrupted by the sound of Betty's voice. "Okay little Stephie, let's get you to dinner!" And she bent over to help me out of the playpen and gasped.
"Whoa!!!!!" She recoiled, fanning her nose. ""Pew!!!!! You sure really pooped yourself Stephie!"
I cried. I was really embarrassed. Despite having done this disgusting act countless times in the past year, I always found it much more humiliating in front of a girl who was, basically, the same age as me.
"Can I please have a diaper change?" I pleaded in shame.
"God knows you sure need one! But I'm afraid not." Betty replied. "Not until tomorrow morning!"
I whimpered. "But Ms Roberts said I could have one diaper change per day! This would be it!!!"
"Nice try Stinky!" She laughed. "But you had your diaper change this morning, when Miss Baldwin and I changed you into them from your panties!"
"But that's not what she meant!!!" I argued.
"Well that's how I choose to interpret her words!!!" She said, with a sinister gleam in her eyes.
"Bitch!!!"
"One more word outta you like that, and maybe I'll just decide to make you wait 'til tomorrow afternoon, or EVENING, for your diaper change!!!" She scolded.
I didn't push it any further. I wouldn't win the battle of semantics. I'd only "win" more time in my poop.
"Now out of your playpen and into your stroller." She ordered.
"Can I pleeeeease just walk to dinner?" I begged. "I don't wanna sit down in all this....well....I just don't wanna sit down like this!!!"
Betty pondered my request for a moment and giggled. "With all that wadding between your legs, walking's not possible. But, I guess, waddling is!" And she thought some more. "A waddling little baby is just as cute as one being pushed in a stroller, maybe even more so!" And she paused yet again. "And I don't wanna be behind you, down wind, pushing you along!"
She left the stroller at the nursery entrance.
"Okay poopie pants! Waddle on in your wadding!!!" She laughed.
I carefully got out of my playpen and waddled along. It was a lot more embarrassing than the stroller, but easier on the "mush" factor.
In the cafeteria, everyone avoided me like the plague! I was a skunk! And a skunk's putrid smell warded off predators.
There was, at least, an advantage to being "Pepe Le Pew".
And Betty didn't argue when I asked to just stand in front of my highchair to eat, instead of sitting in it.
"You'd probably leak and make a poopy mess all over your highchair and I'd be stuck cleaning it up!" She said.
When supper was done, Betty had me waddle back to my playpen until movie time in the rec center. I was tired from standing, and laying on my side in the playpen felt good. Well, except for the stinky, wet mess in my diapers!
And sitting wasn't even an option for me during the movie.
Pinching her nose, Betty stood me in front of a portable chalkboard, positioned for all to see, and she handed me a slip of paper.
"Read what it says Stephie. Out Loud!" She ordered.
I unfolded it and read it aloud, in tears. "I'm a very naughty little baby girl!"
She handed me a piece of chalk. "Now write that thirty times on the chalkboard. And make it neat, or you'll do it over!"
"Please!!!" I begged and sobbed.
"Ms Roberts' orders Stinky! You'll get a different line to write each movie night." She explained, and then added. "When you're done, I'll take you back to the nursery for beddie bye. Get writing! The sooner you're done, the sooner you'll be back in the nursery; where I know you probably want to be."
She was right about that. And I wrote neatly, but quickly; eager to get my demeaning assignment done.
The movie played on. And I wrote on, to the sound of much giggling. Especially when I had to reach up high on the chalkboard to write! My diapers and rhumba panties were really exposed then!
And all the reaching caused another problem too. It made me wet and poop some more. And I could really feel my diapers and rhumba panties sagging greatly between my legs, from the weight of their contents. I had to yank them up at the waist, from time to time, for fear that they might drop to my ankles in a horrid poopy plop.
I managed to complete my humiliating writing task about half way through the movie. And Betty escorted me, at great distance, back to the nursery.
"Oh Stephie! Pew!!!" Miss Baldwin groaned, as she caught sight, and wind of me inside the nursery.
"Please can I have a diaper change Miss Baldwin?" I pitifully pleaded.
"I wish you could sweetie. And not just for your sake!" She moaned. "I'm sure I'll have a big mess to clean in your crib in the morning!"
"Do you want me to put an extra plastic vinyl mattress cover on his mattress Miss Baldwin?" Betty asked.
"Yeah...please Betty. That's a good idea." And as she walked to a cupboard to get one, she groused. "This once a day diapering is gonna be the death of me!"
Betty and Bernice gagged as they undressed me down to just my messy diapers and the multiple plain, white plastic diaper pants. And we were all amazed that there wasn't significant leaking---yet, at least!
"His rhumba panties will need a washing." Miss Baldwin told Betty, discovering some minor poo stains and a little wetness at the leg openings. "But all his other frillies seem fine. That's a break, at least!"
"Well I didn't let him sit down after he messed himself!" Betty said.
"Hey, that was my idea!" I argued.
"No matter....it worked!" Bernice replied.
Despite the horrid condition of my diapers, I fell asleep in my crib almost immediately. I was completely wiped out and totally drained. And I slept straight through until morning.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part14
I woke to the sound of Bernice's voice. "Oh my...what a mess!" She moaned, looking down into my crib. "We're gonna have to strip his sheets and wash everything Betty."
Betty's face popped overhead. "Yes Miss Baldwin." She replied, pinching her nose.
Bernice lowered the crib railing. "Climb out Stephie and hit the showers. You know the routine from last summer."
I sat up and slid my legs over the edge of the crib to get down.
"Hold up Steph!" Bernice warned, and then said to Betty. "There's a large plastic trash bag in the shower for Stephie's messy diapers and diaper pants. Get it and bring it here please."
"Yes Miss Baldwin." And she was off.
And I cried. From my waist to my toes, I was a huge, wet, brown mess! And the smell...well!!!
I sobbed. "I'll clean up the mess in my crib Bernice." I offered.
"Thanks sweetheart, but you've got enough to clean up with yourself. The crib's my job." And despite my horrid condition, she gave me a little kiss on my forehead. "Besides, it's not your fault Stephie."
Betty returned with the trash bag, nose still pinched. Unlike Bernice, she was unaccustomed to such a noxious odor. Bernice took the bag and held it wide open at my feet.
"Step into it Steph and hold it up around your waist, so you don't leave a trail all the way into the shower. And get all squeaky clean!" Bernice said. "And wash your hair too Stephie!"
Betty giggled, as I hobbled along for the shower. And I heard Bernice say to Betty, over my shoulder. "At least we won't have to worry about this problem tonight!"
I wondered what she meant by that. And I wondered more, as I zealously scrubbed away in the shower.
And I counted off the days in my mind since I'd arrived at camp last Tuesday.
"Oh hell!!!" I shrieked out loud.
Today was Saturday! I was so exhausted last night, that I hadn't even thought about what day it would be. If Ms Roberts was true to her word, which I was sure she would be, I'd be spending the day and overnight at Sunnyvale.
Squeaky clean from the shower, towel around my waist, I headed back into the nursery to be all "babied up".
Bernice supervised, as Betty went about diapering me. "Lots of diaper rash ointment and baby powder Betty. He's gonna really need it over the next twenty four hours!"
I started to bawl, knowing my impending fate had to be a certainty. Even my wiener, which normally was "happy" with powdering; wasn't.
"Nice and secure with all his diapers Betty." Bernice ordered. "And three plastic diaper pants today, before his rhumba panties!"
I wailed. "Sunnyvale???"
Bernice looked down at me and bit her lower lip and nodded her head up and down. "I'm afraid so honey. After lunch. Ms Roberts' orders."
I sniffled and sobbed and moaned all through my dressing and braiding. And Bernice was, not surprisingly, quite sympathetic. Betty was indifferent.
When done, Bernice said. "Okay, off you go Steph. You have just enough time to catch breakfast!"
As Betty pushed me along in the stroller, I asked. "What cabin... do ya know?"
"Mockingbird cabin, I think."
MOCKING--bird cabin. How fitting, I thought in disgust.
In my highchair, I just picked away at my breakfast. Not much appetite. Deep in thought, I managed to ignore the cafeteria. I wondered what cabin Penny was in. I didn't know. I'd been so "busy" since my arrival at camp, that I'd only been able to once check my cell phone and return a brief call to Penny.
Breakfast done, back in the nursery, Bernice said. "C'mon sweetheart, you can sit outside in your playpen. It's nice out, not too hot or humid."
"Uhm...I forgot to brush my teeth this morning!" I fibbed. "Can I go brush first please?"
"Sure you can sweetheart! Good girl!" Bernice chimed with a smile, trying to be upbeat.
I'd hidden my cell phone in my toiletries bag. I slipped it into my wad of diapers.
Bernice helped me waddle out to my playpen and I climbed in.
"Oh, I almost forgot sweetie!" Bernice said, as she was starting to leave. And she reached into the pocket of her apron. "This will help to cheer you up! It came for you today."
It was a letter from Grandma. And as per our agreeement, it contained a letter from Penny, still sealed in its envelope.
I tore into the envelope, eager for news from Penny. She mentioned little about camp, except the welcome back mixer again. The date on the top of the letter indicated it was written her first night at camp, so not a lot of Sunnyvale stuff to share. And that was okay with me.
Instead, she went on and on about how much she missed me and how much she looked forward to the end of summer when we'd be together again, as Penny and STEPHEN! And that was much more than okay with me!
And before I got to the end of her letter, I remembered..."Penny's cabin".
I looked at the Sunnyvale return address on the envelope. It listed "Turtle Dove Cabin" as hers. I sighed with relief. At least I wouldn't be having a sleepover in her cabin. At least not tonight, anyways!
A long string of X's and O's ended her letter. And I secretly flipped open my cell phone. Two phone messages and one text message from Penny. I didn't dare to put it up to my ear to listen or talk and risk getting caught with it, out in the open like I was. That would have to wait for a more private place for me.
But I was able to read her text message, which bemoaned the fact that she hadn't heard from me since Tuesday! And I was able to text her back. Lots of genuinely loving words! And lots of made up excuses about why she hadn't heard from me.
And when Bernice came out to check on me, I asked her. "Can I please have a pen and paper, and an envelope and a stamp, so I can write my Grandma back?"
"Sure honey, you're such a sweetie!" She beamed.
Just before lunchtime, I finished my letter to Penny. And I ended it with a long string of X's and O's.
At lunch, I just nervously nibbled at my meal. With Mockingbird cabin next on my sissy agenda, I felt like a condemned man having his last meal before the electric chair.
And outside the mess hall, I really panicked. And I jumped from my stroller and started to run, shouting, "I won't go!!! I won't go!!!"
Betty had little trouble catching up to me, given the fact that my "run" was, at best, just a fast waddle. And a cabin counselor came to her aid to contain me.
"I think you need to have a little talk with Ms Roberts before heading off to Sunnyvale, sissy boy!!!" Betty scolded.
They pushed me in my stroller, kicking and screaming, to Ms Roberts' office.
And the talk was indeed, a "little" one. It consisted largely of just Ms Roberts saying, "I think maybe you need a little warm up for tonight Stephanie!!!"
She said it, as she gently smacked the paddle against the palm of her hand.
"No, please no! Please, please no!!!" I begged. "I'll be a good little baby girl! I promise! I'll be a very good little baby girl!!!"
I had the balls, such as they were, to stand up to Lisa and Chrissy and Betty and such. But I'd never have the balls to stand up to Ms Roberts. Nor the bum!
And thankfully, she spared the rod! And I was ashamed. But not from promising her I'd be a "good little baby girl". They were only words! But rather, from not REALLY standing up to her.
It wasn't long before Betty pushed me through the door of Mockingbird cabin.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part15
I was immediately engulfed in a sea of teenage girls, eager to get a close look at the super prissy, little baby girl/boy in his stroller.
I buried my face in my hands; my frilly baby bonnet providing a lot of additional cover. And I braced myself for the certain onslaught of biting, humiliating jeers and taunts.
I wasn't disappointed, of course.
And as I sat there in tears, it hit me. It struck me like a bolt out of the blue!!! It might just work, I thought. You don't know 'til you try!
"C'mon, let's get him out of his stroller." I heard a girl say.
I was stood up for a closer inspection, teasing all around me. And I kept my face buried and just sobbed and waited for an opportunity.
It came when a girl, standing directly in front of me, said. "Ohhh, don't cry sweetie pie!!!" And she fussed with the hem of my dress and giggled. "You should be happy to have such a pretty dress to wear!!!"
And the cabin roared with laughter.
And a moment after the laughter died down, I seized the opportunity and I looked up and took my hands from my face. I sniffled, and let my pacifier fall from my lips on its tether. And I bit my lower lip, for added "little girl" affect. And the crowd hushed, in wait of a response from me.
Still pouting---but a little perkier, I said. "It's my very best favorite dress!!!" And I put my hands behind it and fluffed it a little.
That really caught them off guard. I heard only a few "ohhhs".
I twirled side to side a bit, as I added. "I just love, ever so much, when I get to wear it!!!"
And I gave my very best little girl curtsey, with a smile on my face.
"Oh my God!!!!!" Someone called out. "The freakin' little pansy loves it!!!"
As the cabin started up in a roar again, I turned around, bent over and lifted up the back of my dress and petticoats.
"Aren't my panties pretty???" I gushed, wiggling my fanny. I wanted to knock home my point.
Amidst all the clamor, I heard somebody shout. "The prissy little pervert probably loves wearing diapers too!!!"
More fodder for me. "They're not so bad, once you get used to them!" I exclaimed, and added. "Though poopies aren't all that fun sometimes!"
The place exploded now with all manner of comments, taunts, and cries of disbelief.
I just stood there, taking it all in, with a little smile on my face. And it wasn't easy to smile. I was extremely embarrassed by what I had done to make them think that I loved being a little baby girl in dresses and diapers. So humiliating to be perceived as a Wannabee---and a Baby Wannabee, at that!
But that was the idea. And it seemed to be working.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part16
"I just can't believe that a boy would not only allow himself, but actually WANT to be a baby girl in dresses and messy diapers!!!" One girl jeered. "What a sissy FREAK!!!" She cried.
Her words really seemed to sum up the feelings of much of the cabin. They viewed me as pathetic and disgusting. And understandably so!
My idea was to take their perception of me, as a Baby Wannabee, and try to work it to some advantage for me.
If they thought I liked it, things might go easier for me. If they didn't have the satisfaction of threatening me and forcing me to perform humiliating sissy scenarios, they might even loose some interest in me perhaps. How can you "sissybaby torture" someone who wants it? I wanted to knock the wind out of their sails a little. I wanted this baby girl "Hell night" to be more on my terms, I hoped.
Maybe my overnight at Hummingbird Cabin last summer wouldn't have been so horrific, if I had played along some. But then, I was a different "girl" now. I was battle hardened now to sissy, girly, baby things. I still hated it, as ever, but I could endure it better now.
The girls decided that they wanted me to pose for baby pictures. And I cringed! Videos and pics of me were still a very clear and present concern, despite the fact that sending them home---my parent's home---meant nothing to me. And no one could know of my new home with Grandma, even if they somehow got a look at my camp registration. It listed my address as my parent's address. I had purposely noted that when my stepmother had handed it to me to hang onto during the ride to camp. But I worried about them somehow getting out.
No video camera was set up on a tripod like last summer. Just lots of eager girls with digital cameras and cell phones with picture and video capabilities.
Before the photo shoot began, a girl, who seemed to be a little older than the rest (maybe the cabin counselor or something), called out. "Listen up girls! This is important!" And she paused for silence. "No pictures or video of our prissy little cupcake here, with his face showing!!!"
"How come Stephanie??? Who said so?" A girl shouted.
"The powers that be said so. That's who!" Stephanie answered.
"But why???" Another girl asked.
"Something about potential lawsuits, and the internet, and YouTube. Pics and videos of unwilling subjects." And Stephanie paused and shook her head from side to side. "Sorry girls! It's a new rule this year. No faces! But almost anything else is fine!"
"But he's a willing subject Stephanie! The 'little cupcake' loves being a sissy baby girl!!!" The girl argued and the crowd laughed.
"Nope! No faces." And Stephanie settled it. "We gotta pose him with his face unseen."
Thanks to the "powers that be" and the warning by Stephanie, "this" Stephanie had dodged a bullet that "this" Stephanie hadn't really forseen.
Stephanie and Stephanie!!!
No...it wasn't ironic. She wasn't the first Stephanie that "this" Stephanie had crossed pathes with in the last year. Common name, of course.
The girls posed me in all manner of typical little girl postures and positions and scenarios, with dollies and baby blocks and a large ball and such. And they eagerly went at me with their cameras and cells. The most popular positions, naturally, were the ones that really exposed and highlighted my frilly, fat fanny.
Lots of curtseys. Lots of twirls. Lots of spins and "frou frou". Lots of crawling about. And I played along and vogued for the cameras with a beaming smile, even though my face was always off camera in one way or another.
And I discovered that I had overplayed it all, when Stephanie shouted. "Hold up girls! This sissy boy's enjoying this too much!!!"
I gulped as she approached me, with a sinister look on her face.
"Bend over, you perverted little sissy!" She ordered.
I bent over and started to whimper, genuinely so. And she pulled up the back of my dress and petties.
"You're not poopy, are you, my sick little Babygirl Wannabee?" She snarled.
"No..." I sobbed.
"Good!" And she tugged my diapers and all down to my ankles. "Someone get me a hairbrush!"
And she pinched my bum hard and cackled. "Maybe a nice, sore red fanny will make you a little less HAPPY with all your perverted girlishness!!!"
With hairbrush in hand, she positioned herself behind me. "Ten whacks, if you take it like a MAN! Twenty, if you take it like the little baby girl you so adore being!"
Cameras and cells flashed, as Stephanie began to reign down on me. It hurt like Hell, but I took it like a man.
With ten, she stopped. And the cabin burst into applause.
"That's just what the pansy deserved!" Someone called out.
"Imagine wanting to be a little baby girl in diapers!!! He'll think twice about that now!" Shouted another.
"Stand up Baby Wannabee!" Stephanie yelled. "I'll bet you're not so happy with your prissy little self now!!!"
And I fought back tears, like a man.
"Hold the back of your dress and petticoats up and go stand in the corner!" She shouted and pointed. "And rethink how happy you are to be a little baby girl!"
The cabin laughed and applauded again.
"Serves him right!" I heard over my shoulder, as I made my way to the corner, dragging my diapers and and all along with my feet.
And no sooner had I reached the corner, when Stephanie was in my face again...well, my rear actually.
"Turn around Baby Wannabee!" She shouted.
I turned around. And she warned the girls. "No cameras now. We don't want any trouble."
And she lifted up the front of my dress and petticoats high above my waist. And she gasped. And so did all the other girls. And for that matter, so did I!
"My God!" Stephanie said, in disgust. "Baby Wannabee's still HAPPY!.....Go figure!"
And I was disgusted too, though not surprised. As was almost always the case, my very stiff wiener bobbed side to side, like the pendulum of a grandfather clock.
Go figure, I thought.
I stuck my nose in the corner again, holding up the back of my dress. And things began to settle down a bit. Well, in the cabin at least!
More time would be needed under the front of my dress! And I loathed myself for that.
I got a fair amount of teasing and taunting. Mostly ridiculing about wanting to be a baby girl and how sick that was.
And as the afternoon passed, with me still cornered, I was given less and less attention. More and more girls began to, pretty much, ignore me in my corner.
Maybe I wasn't as much fun for them; not kicking and screaming and fighting my girlish torture.
Maybe I abhorred them, with my feigned love of "sissydom".
Maybe they expected a "true boy" under the dress.
Maybe my idea was starting to work!
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part 17
It was time for dinner. I'd be dining with all the girls in the Sunnyvale mess hall---a sissybaby spectacle for all to humiliate. And "all" would, undoubtedly, include Penny; except for the humiliation part. I wasn't eager for my Saturday night meal!
Stephanie personally pushed me along in my stroller to the cafeteria. I kept my face buried under my outrageously ruffled baby bonnet. My bonnet was awful, but at least it would help me "save face".
As she pushed me through the cafeteria doors, Stephanie chided. "Now sissyboy, we'll just see how much FUN being a little baby girl in diapers really is!!!"
I was placed in an over-sized highchair at the head of the Mockingbird cabin table; bib tied around my neck.
And the "fun" began. I was the "belle of the ball". And I did my best to keep my face hidden under cover of my baby bonnet; looking up only when Stephanie spoon fed me my dinner like a real baby. And even then, thankfully, my bonnet ruffles kept my face from showing very much.
The cafeteria had a real field day with me. Tons upon tons of cracks and jabs about "poopy diapers" and "pretty dresses" and "sissyboys" and such.
Probably the pinnacle of it all came as dinner, which covered much of my face, neared the end.
A girl approached and giggled and asked. "Does sissyboy need a diaper change?"
Stephanie laughed. "Good question! I don't know. Let's find out!"
She got me out of my highchair and bent me over and very ceremoniously lifted up the back of my dress and petties and inspected the inside of my diapers.
"Nope, still clean and dry!!!" Stephanie loudly announced. "For now, at least!" She added.
The place went crazy with laughter and taunts.
Back in my highchair, to finish off my meal with a baby bottle of juice; I carefully glanced about, as best I could, for any sign of Penny. But there was none. That was certainly okay with me, though I knew she had to be there!
Placed in my stroller for the trip back to Mockingbird, I kept my head low. And I did my best to block out and not listen to all the humilations.
That is, until I heard someone call. "Hey Penny, you gotta get over here and see this sissyboy close up! He's unbelievable!!!"
I almost crapped my diapers!
"Oh my God!!! What a freakin' prissy, pansy!!! How could a boy let that be done to him???" I heard Penny exclaim.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part18
"Look at me when I talk to you, baby freak!!!" Penny shouted, though the voice wasn't familiar.
I hesitated, but slowly looked up at her. And I was greatly relieved by the very odd coincidence. Now SHE was the first Penny I'd crossed pathes with in the last year, other than "my" Penny. And thank God it wasn't "my" Penny! A Stephanie and a Penny, all in one day. Who'd have thunk!
Back at Mockingbird, Stephanie ordered me out of my stroller and onto my hands and knees. "Babies don't walk....they crawl!" She shouted. "And stick your binkie in your mouth and keep it there! Or I'll redden that girly fanny of yours again!"
I looked up at her with a pleading look and a few tears trickling down my face.
"What's the matter Babycakes, not having fun???" She snarled and added. "You sicken me, you pathetic little Baby Wannabee. Just crawl around and keep quiet and keep outta my way!"
I'd gladly oblige her that. And I crawled away from her, to the howling of most of the cabin. But I didn't get far.
"Hold on you little pervert!" I heard her call over my shoulder. "Get back here! I forgot something."
I crawled back and looked up at her.
"When the time comes that you need to wet and poop your diapers, you have to ask my permission first. Understand Baby Stephie?"
I sniffled and, begrudgingly, nodded my head "yes".
"When Mother Nature calls, you crawl over to me and say: I need to wee wee and poo poo. May I please do wee wee and poo poo in my diapers?" And the cabin burst into a laughing fit.
And Stephanie grinned and asked. "You got that sissyboy???"
I nodded "yes".
And as I hoped for, I was pretty much left alone again to aimlessly crawl about, trying to avoid the girls. Maybe my plan was in gear again, I thought.
But before too terribly long, I found myself staring at the feet and ankles of two girls. I looked up and they smiled down at me. And their smiles didn't seem to be sinister ones.
They both crouched down to me and one said. "Sit down on your bummy sweetie pie!"
I obeyed, glad to be off my hands and knees and seated.
The other took a tissue from her pocket and wiped the few tears on my face and said. "I'm Connie and this is Sue Ellen."
I just nervously suc-ked on my pacifier, eyeballing these two very cute girls.
"Despite what the other girls say, I think you're cute Stephie." Connie whispered. "I think it's so precious that a boy would want to be a girl. And a baby girl, at that!"
Sue Ellen nodded approval. And I wondered where all this was headed.
Sue Ellen tossled one of my braid loops that dangled from underneath my bonnet and Connie adjusted my dress and petticoats about me, as I silently sat there.
"You're such a petty baby!!!" Sue Ellen cooed.
"Soooo sweet!!!" Connie added.
And then they fawned all over me like "mother hens". And they seemed genuinely sincere about it all.
"Ya know Sue Ellen, there's still plenty of daylight left. The sun won't go down 'til nine." Connie said. "You wanna take our precious Baby Stephie out and about for a stroll?"
"Sure Connie, but we'll need to get the okay from Stephanie." Sue Ellen replied. "I'll ask her."
I overheard as Sue Ellen asked Stephanie for permission.
"Well.....uhm.....I suppose so." Stephanie said. "Though I don't know why you want to be around such a creepy, little fairy!"
"He's such a cutie!" Sue Ellen gushed.
"Yeah.....well.....I guess whatever.....uhm.....rocks your cradle!" And Stephanie laughed at her own quip.
And as Sue Ellen headed back to Connie and me, Stephanie called. "Remember, if the sissy needs to use his diapers, be sure he asks properly like I said."
"We will Stephanie!" Sue Ellen called back to her.
Connie grabbed what looked like a large beach blanket and tucked it under her arm. And Sue Ellen helped me into my stroller and stuffed one of my baby bottles, filled with juice, into the cargo net of it. A dolly that had been sent along with me was placed into my arms. And we were off.
On the one hand, I was glad to be out of the cabin and away from Stephanie and the Mockingbird girls. And Connie and Sue Ellen seemed benign enough. But I was afraid of bumping into Penny, I mean--- my Penny. I'd seek shelter under my bonnet once more.
As we started out, I let loose of my binkie and asked, with a little whimper and a slight lisp for added affect, to get my way. "Could we pwease not go around a lot of other girls? They can be so mean! They just don't understand pwetty, widdle me!"
They giggled and Connie said. "Sure Baby Stephie. You're such a sweetie pie! We won't let any mean, nasty girls tease our pwecious, pwetty widdle baby girl!"
That seemed to work, though I was less concerned with teasing than running into Penny.
And they pushed me around the camp for awhile, off the beaten path to avoid others.
Great, I thought.
As we approached a very secluded area, sheltered with Maple trees, Connie took the beach blanket from under her arm.
"Let's take a break." Connie announced. "I could use a drink and I bet our pwecious, pwetty widdle baby could too!" And she spread out the beach blanket on the grass, out of sight.
Not so great perhaps, I thought.
They placed me on my bum in the center of the blanket, cuddling my dolly. Sue Ellen sat on one side of me, holding a bottle of water for herself. Connie sat on the other side, also with a bottle of water to drink and a baby bottle of juice for me.
And Connie pulled me down onto her lap to give me my bottle. And as I suc-ked away, she cooed away at me like she was my mommy and I was her little baby girl.
Or maybe she was revisiting her past. And she was a little girl again, playing "mommy" with her dolly.
No matter! It was better than being back at Mockingbird.
When my bottle was almost half empty, she pulled it from my lips and said. "I think my little baby deserves the real thing!"
And she pulled her top up over one breast. She was bra-less and very well endowed.
"Come nurse on mommy, Baby Stephie!" She coaxed.
Sue Ellen gasped. And I panicked.
"No! No! I can't!" I pleaded.
"But why not sweetie???" Connie asked, with a forlorn look.
What I said next was indicative of how naive I still was about females. Well.....more like downright stupid, actually!
"I.....I.....ah, I...I don't wanna suc-k your...uhm.....you know!'
"My breast?" Connie asked.
I nodded my head "no".
They both looked quite perplexed and paused a moment in thought.
And it was Sue Ellen who, with a very puzzled look on her face, finally asked. "Are you talking about her.....her milk, her breast milk???"
I nodded my head "yes". And they both had a good laugh, though not in a mocking way.
"Stephie, Stephie, Stephie!" Connie tittered. "My, but you are the little one!!!"
And she seemed embarrassed as she said. "The, the....the well's dry....no milk in the dairy!"
And I just looked even more bewildered.
And Sue Ellen took the cue."Girls, women only lactate when bearing a child."
Lactate? Now I was really lost. And that was obvious.
"Haven't you had Health class in school Stephie?" Connie asked with a giggle.
"No." I said, feeling really stupid.
Connie held her breast and laughed. "It's empty. Nothing squirts out sweetie! We're just gonna pretend!"
With my new understanding, it seemed much more inviting. Though I was embarrassed with my stupidity.
And I suc-kled (her word) away on her. And I felt very guilty about it....so I fantasized that she was Penny.
Connie moaned, and her chest heaved, as I suc-kled away. A few beads of sweat appeared on her brow. She was really getting turned on.
And so was I, especially when I felt Sue Ellen's hand reach under my dress and into the front of my diapers.
And before long, Sue Ellen's head was under my dress. And she moaned and said, her words muffled by my heavy petticoating, "I bet you got some milk in your dairy to squirt Stephie!"
And I did indeed!
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part19
A few minutes later, our little three-some collapsed in a heap on the beach blanket. Spent!
Penny, I thought. I truly felt guilty. But I'd really had little choice in the matter. I guess it was more of a guilt over enjoying it.
We composed and gathered ourselves and Connie and Sue Ellen pushed me, in my stroller, back to Mockingbird.
The sun was just down when they pushed me through the cabin door. And I'd had enough of everything. I wanted to be left alone in peace. And my "skunk" routine was the only answer. And I did really have to "go" by now.
Out of my stroller, I crawled to Stephanie and looked up at her and said. "I need to wee wee and poo poo. May I please wee wee and poo poo in my diapers?"
"What? I didn't hear you sissy freak! Speak up!!!" She shouted.
"I NEED TO WEE WEE AND POO POO. MAY I PLEASE WEE WEE AND POO POO IN MY DIAPERS?" I repeated, in tears.
The cabin roared with laughter. And everyone gathered around me, cell phones and digital cameras in hand, to witness and photograph my humiliating, embarrassing and degrading act.
I hung my head low in shame and cried and grit my teeth and grunted. And I thoroughly wet and pooped a huge, stinky load into my diapers.
And the girls' laughter was soon replaced with gasps for fresh air from the awful smell I produced.
But the "skunk" routine worked. I was quickly dispatched to the screened in porch; where a cot, pillow and blanket awaited me.
Despite my vast experience; falling asleep in wet, messy, stinky diapers usually took some time. And tonight was no different.
As I waited to doze off, I thought about my day of course. It was awful. But not as bad as last summer at Hummingbird cabin with Lisa and crew. My plan had worked, to a degree at least.
And I thought about Penny of course! She had to have seen me. And I surely felt guilty about the Connie/Sue Ellen/me three-some.
And my very last thought, before finally falling asleep, was that I had to find a way out of this "hell hole" I was in for the rest of the summer.
Sunday morning, bright and early, I awoke to the sound of the cabin door opening. Stephanie, gagging from my stench, pushed my stroller and things out onto the porch.
"You stink too much sissy freak!!!" She gasped. "Pack up your things in your stoller and waddle yourself back to camp on your own!" And she slammed the door shut.
That was okay with me. I packed up and waddled quickly, but carefully, back to Sissy Curls. I didn't want my soggy, stinky mess to leak.
But despite my best efforts, I'd leaked by the time I reached the nursery.
"Oh Stephie!!!" Bernice groaned, as she met me at the door. "What a mess!!!"
Well it took some doing, but about an hour later I was fresh and clean and sweet smelling and heavily rediapered. Bernice pulled up two plastic diaper pants and a frilly pair of rhumba panties over my mound of diapers. Lace trimmed anklets and a pair of pink Jellies were next.
To my pleasant surprise, only a relatively simple baby girl T-top, with bunny appliques and pink ruffles around the neck, arm and waist openings, was added. Well----matching pink ribbons in my braid loops too! But no baby bonnet.
"I thought Ms Roberts said he's to wear a frilly dress and lots of petticoats and a baby bonnet at all times Miss Baldwin?" Betty questioned, as she looked on.
"Yeah Betty, but it's supposed to be a real scorcher today!" Bernice replied. "Humid, in the high eighties.....and even Ms Roberts wouldn't want him suffering from heat stroke!"
I was glad for that!
It was out to my playpen, under the shade of a maple tree, for me. And I was glad for that. I needed the rest!
I climbed in and Bernice reached into the pocket of her apron and pulled out two envelopes.
"You got two letters yesterday sweetie!" And she handed them to me.
One was from my Grandmother and the other from my Father and stepmother.
I opened Grandma's first. It was a birthday card. My fourteenth birthday was fast approaching. The card contained a hundred dollar gift certificate to JCPenney.
The note on the card read. "Happy 14th Birthday Stephen! You can use this gift card to buy new clothes---boy's clothes---for school in the Fall."
That was a very pleasant prospect!
It was also a birthday card from my parents. And it contained a fifty dollar gift card for the Fashion Bug.
The note on the card read. "Happy Birthday Sweetheart! Get yourself something special!"
"Yeah...get real!!!" I said out loud to no one.
I put the cards aside and laid down in my playpen. And before I knew it, I was asleep.
But I didn't sleep for long, as Betty soon rattled my cage. "C'mon Baby Stephie, time for lunch."
I was groggy and overtired from last night and just picked at my food in the cafeteria and suc-ked my juice bottle. And ignored any teasing.
And I was glad to soon be back outside in my playpen after lunch, for a real nap. And I slept soundly and undisturbed, until a call from Mother Nature!
I woke up briefly and, unfortunately, completely wet and pooped myself. There'd be no reprieve for me 'til morning.
But there was nothing I could do about it and I just went back to sleep. And I slept for a good while more. And I woke in the middle of a dream. In my dream, I heard Penny's voice saying. "Hi Stephen, I've missed you!"
I opened my eyes; my diapers especially ripe from the heat of the afternoon. And I glanced over to my left side and gasped. "No!!! Go away! Please leave me alone!!!"
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part20
It wasn't a dream! Penny was seated on the grass along side of my playpen.
"Go away!" I cried. "I don't want you seeing me like this! And I stink!!!"
"Relax honey, it's okay." She smiled and giggled a little. "Besides, I'm sitting up wind of you. And it's not like I've never seen you in messy diapers before. Remember a few months ago, in the car after going out to dinner with your grandmother? We both had stinky diapers!"
"Yeah but still, I don't want you seeing me here like this! Go back to Sunnyvale!" I pleaded.
"Settle down Steph! Don't cause a commotion. It's okay!"
She was right about not causing a commotion and I took a deep breath and sobbed. "How long have you been sitting there?"
"About ten minutes."
"You saw me last night at dinner at Sunnyvale, didn't you?" I asked.
"Actually no!" Penny replied. "We had a pizza party for dinner last night in the cabin, to celebrate our counselor's sixteenth birthday. She's really nice."
And Penny paused a moment and added. "Speaking of that, happy fourteenth almost! I sent out a card and a little gift to your grandma's yesterday. But I guess you won't get it!"
"I will, before too long. She forwards my mail here." Then I asked. "If you didn't see me, how'd you know I was here?"
"This morning at breakfast, and at lunch, the cafeteria was a buzz about a boy from Sissy Curls named Baby Stephie, who spent the night at Mockingbird cabin." She said in a hushed tone. "When someone said he had long braid loops dangling from under his baby bonnet....well, I feared the worst." And she paused and groaned sadly. "And I was right. I'm so sorry for you Steph. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I only found out about it the day before I got here. No time to let you know. And besides, I didn't WANT you to know!"
And I caught a glimpse, out of the corner of my eye, of campers coming up the trail. "Get out of here Penny! Somebody's coming. We can't be seen together!" I frantically whispered.
As Penny stood up, I saw two boys approaching. They were holding hands and skipping merrily along, their pleated skirts and sissy curls bouncing and bobbing as they made their way. And Lisa followed behind them, barking out orders to the two Sugar Plum fairies.
"More bounce to your skipping fairy boys!" She ordered. "I wanna see those pretty panties of yours!!!"
I expected Penny to make a hasty retreat. But instead, and to my shock, she reached into her purse and took out a digital camera. And she clicked away at me.
"What are you doing???" I gasped quietly to Penny. And before she could reply, Lisa and her sissy two-some were in front of us.
"Hold up, my pretty, little Sugar Plum fairies!" Lisa shouted to her pathetic charges.
Penny stopped her photo shoot of me and looked over at Lisa.
"My God! Get a load of this kid!" She exclaimed to Lisa. "Can you believe it???"
"Oh yeah!!!" Lisa replied. "I think he secretly enjoys it all." And Lisa sniffed the air and added. "Even the stinky, poopy diaper part!!!"
"God, go figure!!! What a sissy wuss!" Penny added in scorn.
Then Lisa directed her attention to her two forlorn little fairies. "Take a good look pansies!" And she laughed. "And a good smell too, at what happens to sissy boys who don't obey the rules!"
The two Sugar Plum fairies looked up, red with embarrassment. And it was then that I realized that one of them was Billie Jean, the boy I'd saved from a spanking by Lisa.
"Okay, my pretty sissy boys, " Lisa snarled at them, "give....ah....what's your name???" She asked Penny.
"Penny." Penny replied.
"I'm Lisa." And she ordered the two sniffling, embarrassed boys. "Give Penny here your best girly curtsies, sissy boys!"
The two humiliated boys dutifully curtsied.
And to degrade them even more, Lisa took a hairbrush from her purse and handed it to Billie Jean.
Billie Jean took it and cried. "But why??? We didn't do anything wrong Miss Lisa!!!"
"I know you didn't!" Lisa snarled, with an evil smirk. "I just enjoy watching you do it! You know the routine!"
"Please no!" Billie Jean begged.
"Get to it, or it'll be ten instead of five. And it'll be panties down too!!!" Lisa warned.
They both whimpered as the other boy, who I didn't recognize, bent over. And Billie Jean lifted up the back of his skirt and paddled his butt five times.
When the whacks were finished, Billie Jean pulled the boy's skirt back down. And to mine and Penny's horror, the boy stood up and faced Billie Jean, in tears, and curtsyed and said. "Thank you Billie Jean. I deserved that."
Then they reversed roles and the other boy rendered the same horrific punishment to Billie Jean.
And Lisa laughed and shouted to Penny. "Keeps the troops in line!"
Penny gave no response.
It seemed that Lisa had gained full command of Sugar Plum cabin. And the boys skipped off, less "merrily", with Lisa busily berating them.
"What a bitch!!!" Penny exclaimed.
"Yeah...tell me about it!" I groaned and added. "That was fast thinking with Lisa---the camera and all!"
"Hey, like you Steph, I'm quick on my feet!" Penny boasted. "And I know that the two of us can't be seen as knowing each other!"
"Yeah, so please leave me alone! It's too dangerous to be seen together." I argued. "And besides, it's embarrassing to have you see me here at camp like this! Or at Sunnyvale, for that matter."
"I understand Steph. But I PROMISE you, and I REALLY mean it, that you shouldn't be embarrassed in front of me. It's out of your control." She soothed. "And after all, I love you sweetheart." She added in a whisper.
"Thanks, me too. But stilll....please go away and leave me alone!"
Penny gave me a very loving smile. "See ya Steph. Gotta get back to Sunnyvale for dinner." And she started to head off.
"No, please don't come back!" I begged.
She glanced back over her shoulder. "SEE ya Steph. Relax, I'll be cool about it!"
Despite my humiliation and fears, it was really nice to see her!
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part21
I laid back down on my side, deep in thought, and waited for a dinner call from Betty. And my bum was becoming quite sore. Certainly from a huge diaper rash.
No stroller for me to the mess hall. My diapers were in no condition for sitting, without leaving a big mess. Betty followed along behind me at a good distance, as I waddled to the cafeteria.
I ate standing up again, in front of my highchair. And I was left, pretty much, alone. Poop meant relative privacy for me. But it also meant more than relative stinging pain for my fanny.
With dinner done, I was back outside in my playpen until movie time in the rec center. Or for me, "chalkboard time" in the rec center.
I rested on my side in the playpen, glad that the sun was sinking lower in the sky and things would cool down a bit. I'd have really roasted in full dress and petticoats. The only downside to not being all dressed up was my fully loaded, wet, sagging diapers and rhumba panties were in complete view.
In the rec center, in front of the chalkboard, Betty pinched her nose as she handed me a slip of paper.
It read: "I love being a pretty, little baby girl in wet, poopy, stinky diapers!"
I groaned. And Betty handed me a piece of chalk. "Get writing Little Miss Droopy Drawers! Thirty times...neatly!"
And Betty was certainly right about me being "Little Miss Droopy Drawers". Especially after my seventh or eighth line, when I had to poop and wet some more.
My right hand wrote away on the chalkboard and my left hand held on tight to the waist of my greatly drooping diapers and plastic pants.
And I was really stinking up the place! Boys watching the movie in my relative vicinity pushed ever further and further away from me. Complaining mightily about the smell. It was very embarrassing for me, but I couldn't help it.
I was greatly relieved, as was the rec center, when I finished my thirtieth humiliating line.
And with a wide berth, Betty escorted me as I waddled back to the nursery, holding on for dear life to my very drooping drawers.
Outside the nursery, Betty had me wait until she returned with a large, plastic trash bag for me to step into again, before hobbling inside.
And inside the nursery, Bernice gagged and exclaimed. "Oh God Stephie! What a mess you are!!!"
I burst into tears. "I can't help it!!! I'm stuck in diapers!" And I wailed. "And my bum is really sore!!!"
"Yeah....I know Stephie." Bernice replied and pointed toward the showers. "Go get yourself cleaned up like usual and meet us back here when you're all squeaky clean and sweet smelling. And try to make as little mess as possible!"
"But he's not supposed to have a diaper change 'til tomorrow morning Miss Baldwin!" Betty argued. "Ms Roberts' orders!"
"To hell with....I mean, to heck with Ms Roberts' orders!" Bernice scorned. "He can't spend the night in that horrid mess. Not with the whopper of a diaper rash he must have!!!....And besides, you wanna clean up the mess in his crib in the morning Betty???"
Betty argued no more.
"Thank you Miss Baldwin." I whimpered and made my way to the shower.
Almost an hour later, I laid naked, butt up on the changing table. Squeaky clean and sweet smelling.
"Oh my!!!" Bernice gasped. "Your diaper rash is almost as bad as it was after the Diaper Derby last summer!"
"Yeah, it really hurts." I groaned.
"Well, Bernice will take care of that for you sweet pea!" Bernice soothed. "But first, I'm gonna give you something that you'll probably balk at....but you'll thank me for later."
"What?" I asked, hesitantly.
"A good enema will clean out your plumbing nicely. And you'll thank me tomorrow when you don't poop yourself as frequently or as much." And she giggled. "Better mileage on your diapers!"
"No!!!" I whimpered.
"C'mon sweetheart, it's for the best. I'll bet you've had one before." She coaxed. "And you'll get to use the potty!" She added for incentive.
Using a toilet WAS a pleasant novelty for me at this point.
Bernice and Betty hooked me up; bag, tube and nozzle up my rectum. I wasn't embarrassed having the procedure done by Bernice, but Betty was another story. I really felt ashamed in front of her.
Bernice released the tube clamp and the warm solution trickled deep inside of me.
"When you feel you can't take in any more of the solution Stephie, just shout." Bernice explained. "And I'll remove the nozzle and you scoot to the toilet. Okay?"
"Okay," I said. And as they started off, I asked Bernice. "Please cover my bum with something." Seeking some modic-um of modesty.
"Sure Stephie." And Bernice placed a towel over my fanny.
And five minutes later, I shouted. "I'm ready!"
Relieved of the intrusion in my butt hole, I raced for the toilet and made it just in time. And I was all squeaky clean inside and out now.
Back on the changing table, bum up again, Bernice swabbed me with a baby wipe to be sure I was extra clean down there. Then she sprayed Bactine on my huge diaper rash. And I moaned with pleasure. Like last year, after the Diaper Derby, it really helped to put out the fire on my fanny.
"Betty, undo his braids and brush his hair while I tend to his poor little tushie."
"Yes Miss Baldwin." Betty replied.
As Betty brushed away, Bernice gently massaged baby oil all over my blistered behind. She followed it with a large amount of diaper rash ointment. And she sprinkled a blizzard of baby powder all over my back side, shoulders to toes.
And I hate to admit it, but it felt absolutely wonderful to be a pampered little baby girl. So soothing and so relaxing!!!
Betty kept brushing (a girlish delight that I so adored) as Bernice went to fetch my diapers and plastic pants.
"I'm gonna put you in very soft, extra thick cloth diapers tonight, with an added cloth insert in the front for wetting." Bernice said, as she spread them out along side of me. "You'll find them very comfortable on your sore bummy!"
"Thank you." I cooed, like a baby.
When they rolled me over onto the diapers, Betty gasped. "Oh my goodness!"
Bernice laughed. "Oh c'mon Betty, you should be used to that by now! Boys are always...'happy'...down there. Even 'special' boys like our sweet, little Stephie here!"
I wasn't embarrassed, too much, about my boner. Everything just felt too wonderful to worry about that now. And I felt even more wonderful when Bernice had Betty sprinkle baby powder all over the front of me. It was hard to keep my throbbing wiener from erupting. And I think they both sensed that.
"Maybe you'd like to milk him Betty." Bernice suggested.
"Milk him???" She asked, confused.
"Yeah, you know....make him come!"
"Ohhh yuck!!! No way!" Betty was grossed out.
Pinned into my very soft, fluffy cushion of diapers; they tugged two plain, white plastic diaper pants and a frilly rhumba panty over them. With a pink baby girl nitey on and my hair still down, I waddled to the bathroom to brush my teeth. And then to my crib for beddie bye.
Bernice tucked me in and coaxed a soother into my mouth and she bent down and whispered. "If you want to do a number three in your diapers, it's okay Stephie! God knows with all the number ones and number twos you're forced to do in your diapers, you're entitled to the pleasure of doing a number three in them!"
I blushed, though that was certainly my intent.
"Thank you Bernice." I whispered back.
"You're welcome sweetheart." And she kissed me on my forehead.
She turned out the lights around my crib and headed for the outer room where Betty was.
And it felt so sinfully delicious to be clean and sweet smelling and pampered and encased in my soft, fluffy cloth diapers. Especially in the front!!!
And I began to fantasize about Penny. And as I thought about her and rubbed the front of my diapers, I heard Betty's voice from the other room.
"Why's he moaning Miss Baldwin?"
A giggle. Then a reply. "Oh....he's probably just having a sweet dream!"
A sweet "wet" dream was more like it. A number three in diapers was a GOOD thing!
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part22
Monday morning, I didn't wake up from my very sound sleep until I heard the sound of Bernice's voice from above.
"C'mon sleepy head, up and at 'em!"
Bleary eyed, I looked up and saw her face beaming down at me in my crib.
I rubbed my eyes. And she asked. "How's my sweetie pie's sore little bummy??? Is it feeling better?"
I was still only half awake and just nodded "yes".
"And how are my baby's diapers? Did you do anything in them last night?" She asked mischievously.
I was still groggy and just held up three fingers and grinned a little.
"Attaboy....I mean girl!" She giggled. "No number one or twos???"
I nodded my head "no".
"Super, then you're in good shape for the day! Let's get you dressed." She said, as she lowered my crib railing. "It's supposed to be a lot cooler today than yesterday, so we'll have to get you all gussied up sweet pea!"
I was so limp and drained, but in a good way, that I actually wished that I was small enough for her to pick me up and cradle me in hers arms like a real baby girl.
Sick, I thought. But I didn't care. She was just so loving to me, as she was last summer.
All prettied up, Bernice smiled at me. "Can you be a big girl now and do your own braids and ribbons for me Stephie?"
I stuck out my lower lip and gave my best little girl pout.
"Ohhh....you are the spoiled little baby girl!!!" She scolded, though in a very kind way. "I'm afraid I've got other things to do sweetheart. I'll have Betty do your braids...Little Miss Pouty Face!"
Well, reality started to creep back in when Betty came over holding a brush, comb, and ribbons.
"Sit down....PRINCESS!" She said, obviously annoyed. "Can't you do anything for yourself, Little Miss Priss?"
"But I'm just a widdle baby girl!" I lisped, sarcastically.
"Sick!!!" She snarled.
I played it smart and didn't press the issue beyond that.
Braid loops, ribbons, and bonnet in place; Betty strolled me to breakfast in silence.
And when we returned from breakfast, there were a couple of changes in the nursery. Two new members for the "Diaper Brigade"---Billie Jean and Felicity from Sugar Plum. And Lisa had them in tow.
"It's not fair!!! He pushed me first!" Billie Jean shouted.
"Well he called me a little faggot Wannabee!!!" Felicity yelled.
And they started shoving each other, apparently again. Lisa, Bernice, and Betty quickly broke it up and held them in place.
"Two weeks here for the both of you! MORE, if you don't learn how to behave!" Lisa yelled. "A few weeks as little baby girls in wet, poopy, stinky diapers will teach you to obey the rules!"
"Have fun, my little pretties!" Lisa cackled, as she headed out.
Where was Toto when we needed him?
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part23
Well it was a very eventful morning, to say the least! Bernice and Betty decided to tackle the job of "babying up" Billie Jean before Felicity; probably wanting to get the hardest chore over with first.
And Billie Jean was definitely determined to not make it easy for them. He kicked and screamed and fought for dear life. So much so, that Betty finally threw her hands up in the air and declared. "I think we gotta give him a good, sound spanking Miss Baldwin. Maybe that'll take the fight outta him!"
Bernice groaned in desperation. "Well, it's not my way! But I'm afraid you might be right Betty. Get a hairbrush."
I'm not sure why. Maybe it was because I was feeling so good from last night. But I decided to intercede.
"Miss Baldwin?" I called over. "Before you spank him, maybe it would help if I talked with him!"
Only the sound of Billie Jean whimpering was heard, as Bernice paused several moments in thought.
Finally, she replied. "Well....I guess it couldn't hurt. Give it a shot Stephie. But if he fights with you, I'm afraid it's the hairbrush for him!" And she looked to Betty. "C'mon Betty, we'll do Felicity now."
I looked over at Felicity, who was seated silently in a corner. He had a broad smile on his face. Apparently eager for the garish baby garments to come. I wondered if he'd feel the same way about his undergarments, especially when they were wet and poopy!
I released my crib railing and waddled over to Billie Jean. I could see the horror in his eyes as he looked me over, knowing he'd soon be pretty much a carbon copy of me.
I pulled two chairs up and said. "Sit down Bill. Let's talk."
He sat, in relative calmness. And Bernice gave me a pat on my shoulder and said. "Thanks Stephie. Good luck."
And she and Betty set to work on Felicity.
And I began. "For what it's worth Bill, there's no one on the face of this planet who understands better than me what you're going through."
"But it wasn't my fault!" Billie Jean interrupted. "That little faggot Wannabee pushed me first!"
"Now hold on right there Bill!" I exclaimed. "A Wannabee....DEFINITELY. As to the other part, who knows and who cares? It's not for us to judge."
"Well are you a fag......."
I abruptly cut him off. "Stop it Bill. Give a rest to that term! Don't use it."
"Well are you???" He asked.
Thinking back to the horror of Chrissy and last summer, I wondered why I was being so understanding. But anyways!
"No, I'm definitely not!" I replied. "Now shut up and just listen to me!"
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part24
"You're stuck here in the nursery as a little baby girl in diapers for two weeks! And nothing's gonna change that---unless you fight it and get another week or more!" I warned him. "Be thankful that it's not all summer, like me!"
"How can you stand it???" Bill asked, tears running down his face.
"Lots of experience, unfortunately!" I replied. "But anyhow, do your best to get through it and get outta here. Buck up! Do your time in baby girl solitary confinement and get the hell out of here. Better to be a.....uhm, how old are you Bill?"
"Twelve." He sniffled.
"Better to be a twelve year old girl, than a little baby girl! And at least, you got two weeks away from Lisa...well...relatively away from her anyhow."
"Yeah, she's really got it in for me!!!" He groaned.
"Yeah I know." I sighed. "And that's probably largely my fault, for stepping in when she was gonna spank you. She sees you as part of the cause of that situation."
"I thought you were great! I loved seeing the tables turned on her. She sure deserved the spanking!" He perked up, but only for a moment.
"Stephie...I mean Stephen, I can't....I WON'T go in my diapers! They can't make me do that horrible, disgusting thing!"
"They don't have to make you." I laughed. "Mother Nature will! You can't go two weeks without taking a leak or a crap!!! And if you try and do something stupid, you'll just get more time in wet, poopy diapers. At least you'll get regular diaper changes, unlike me! I'm allowed only one change per day."
"But I cannnnn't wet and poop myself!!! It's just too awful!!!" He wailed.
"Calm down Bill. After the first few times, it gets easier.....well, you get more used to it anyways, I guess."
"I hate this place!!!" And he stomped his feet on the floor.
And that led me to wonder. And I asked him. "How'd you wind up here in the first place?"
"I got caught stealing a CD at Walmart and my parents said it was either HERE, or Reform School!" He sighed. "Now I think Reform School would have been better!!!"
"Was it your first time?" I asked.
"Yeah."
I didn't make him feel any worse by telling him that would never happen or that Reform Schools didn't really exist. Except for this "sissy" reform school!
We talked on. I told him that Miss Baldwin was really a saint and that Betty was more of a devil. And I continued to stress that he buck up, bear it, do his time, and be out of the nursery and messy diapers in two weeks.
And before long, Felicity appeared, escorted by Betty. He was dressed to the "babygirl" nines! And he was beside himself with girlish glee; prancing and swishing and twirling and revelling in his new, babygirl status.
I couldn't wait for Felicity to wet and poop his diapers and get an attitude adjustment.
And Betty took Bill's hand to lead him to the gallows.
And he bawled and cried out. "Nooooo!!!"
"Do I need to get the hairbrush Billie Jean???" She snarled.
He just whimpered and let her lead him along.
And Felicity swished over to me and asked. "Isn't my baby dress pretty Stephie?" And she gave it another twirl.
"It's STEPHEN and leave me alone WANNABEE!!!" I said in disgust. "I think you'll find that being a little baby girl isn't as great as you think!!!" At least, that's what I hoped.
"Sourpuss!!!" She snipped, and twittered off.
And she grabbed a dolly and a Teddy Bear, from a stash in the corner, and climed into a crib across from me. And she joyfully amused herself with them, like a real two year old baby girl, until Betty and Bernice returned with Bill.
Now there were three of us diapered and dressed to the "babygirl" nines. I couldn't see Bill's face. He was staring at the floor in shame. And his frilly baby bonnet covered most of his head anyhow. But I sure could hear him crying!
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part25
"Betty, I gotta run into town for something now. I'll be back after lunch." Bernice said, as she grabbed her purse from a desk drawer. "Look after our baby threesome. Keep 'em here in the nursery. But get 'em to lunch on time. Can you handle that?"
"Yes Miss Baldwin. " Betty replied. "I will."
Bernice fumbled through her purse for her car keys and pulled them out and looked up. "Oh and Betty....Billie Jean can have the crib next to Stephie." And Bernice looked over to me. "If that's okay with you Stephie?"
I nodded my head in agreement.
"And Betty, will you see what you can do to get Billie Jean more....well....uhm, more acclimated to his new situation?" Bernice asked.
"What do you mean Miss Baldwin?"
"More accustomed....more used to dealing with being the little baby girl he's gonna be for, at least, the next two weeks. " And she added. "I mean, he was probably only just beginning to get used to being a twelve year old girl. Now he's gotta deal with being a baby girl! You follow me Betty?"
"Yes, I understand Miss Baldwin."
And Bernice looked over to Felicity's crib and said, with a sneer and a tone of disgust. "I'm sure Felicity won't have any problem adjusting to being a baby girl!"
And Bernice was gone.
And Betty stood in front of Billie Jean and told him. "Look at me baby girl!"
And he sobbed and looked up at her, slowly and shamefully. His face was beet red and swollen with tears. He couldn't have looked more wretched or more miserable.
Betty adjusted the skirt of his dress over his petticoats and fiddled with the ruffled brim of his baby bonnet.
"Let me see you walk baby girl! Well....waddle, I guess." She corrected herself, with a giggle. "Waddle to your crib and back."
If it wasn't so pathetic, it would have been comical. As he headed toward the crib, it was quite obvious, though not surprising, that everything about him was so very foreign.
The mountain of stiff, net petticoating billowing out his dress. The wad of heavy diapering rendering him bow legged and prone to waddling. The bounce and bob and swish and sway of his dress and petties and dangling sausage curls. Even what to do with his hands! It all made him look so pitifully out of place.
But then, he certainly was out of place! We all were....well maybe except for Felicity.
Back in front of Betty, she said to him. "Rest your hands gently on the skirt of your dress as you walk. That'll help keep your petticoats under control."
"Petticoats???" Billie Jean asked.
"That's all the poufiness under your dress, silly sissy boy!" She replied, with some frustration. "Now try it again!"
He was only a little more successful with his second try.
"Now let's see you crawl baby girl!" She ordered. "That shouldn't be too hard for you."
"Please no!!!" He pleaded, but to no avail.
And he bawled as he crawled around the nursery, his poufie behind wiggling about.
Lessons and practice with curtseying and twirling and sitting properly followed. And I'm sure he figured he'd reached the pinnacle of sissy humiliation. But sadly, I knew better.
Lunch was fast approaching by now.
"Time for lunch, my pretty little babies!" Betty announced. "I can't push three strollers along, so you'll have to waddle over!"
suc-king our pacifiers, she made the three of us hold hands. Fortunately, she placed Billie Jean in the middle, so I at least didn't have to hold hands with Felicity!
And like Lisa, she attempted to have us skip along. But thankfully, that wasn't possible, given our very bowed legs.
Now three highchairs were prominently perched in full view in the cafeteria. Felicity merrily went about her meal. I ate mine like it was no big deal. And Billie Jean barely touched his. He just cried in horror and shame and humiliation.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part26
In our cribs back in the nursery after lunch, two significant events occurred. As I laid in my crib, just kind of dozing, I heard Felicity across the aisle in hers.
"Oh!....Ooohhh!....Ahh!....Ooohh!!"
I looked over and saw her up on her knees, leaning against the crib railing. She was breathing heavily and sort of rocking and pushing up and down a bit. Telltale signs of what I knew was coming.
I silently watched as her butt protruded out a bit. And she pushed and grunted a little, and squealled. "Ooohhh!....Oh!....Nooo!!!"
A single tear trickled down her cheek as she stopped her rocking motion and became very still in her kneeling position. And after about a minute, she gave a sigh of relief, having just relieved herself in her diapers.
I could tell from the smell that she had TOTALLY relieved herself.
"Oh Miss Baldwin???....Betty???" She called out loudly, in a rather perky, confident manner for the circ-umstances.
"What is it Felicity?" Bernice called back from the other room.
"I....ah....I....uhm, I just did wee wee and poo poo in my diapers!!!" Felicity shouted.
"I'll take care of him Miss Baldwin." We heard from Betty.
"No, no Betty. Hold up!"
And Bernice appeared in the nursery doorway and looked over to Felicity with a smirk. And she called back to Betty. "We'll just leave him in his mess for awhile. Let him get used to being in wet, poopy, stinky diapers!" And she returned back to the outer room.
"No!!!" Felicity pouted in frustration. And he sat down on his mattress, only to quickly reassume his kneeling position when he discovered the "mooshie tooshie paradox".
I laughed. "Really fun being a little baby girl, isn't it Felicity???"
I said, with satisfied sarcasm.
"Oh....leave me alone Stephie!" He yelled. And he wisely laid down on his side, lesson learned.
"Thanks Bernice." I whispered to myself. I knew she was purposely leaving him to sulk in his stinky mess to teach him a thing or two about the "joys" of babyhood. God bless her!
Well half an hour later, the same basic scenario happened in the crib next to me. Only with less initial zeal and more horror.
"Stephen, I can't do this! I won't do this!!!" Bill cried out in anguish.
He was on his hands and knees in his crib, rocking back and forth, desperately trying to fight Mother Nature. A battle he'd definitely soon loose.
"Just let it go Bill." I advised, in sympathy. "You can't win!"
And sure enough, before very long, he cried out. "Oh God no!!!!!"
And he pushed and grunted and cried in terror.
And with his awful deed done, he just collapsed in utter misery on his stomach. Like Felicity, he too had totally relieved himself. And he wailed uncontrollably, in shame and horror, over what he'd been forced to do to himself.
"First time's always the hardest Bill!" I reminded him. "Next time will be a little easier, and so on."
"No it won't!!!" He moaned.
Having heard the commotion, Bernice came into the nursery and looked down into Bill's crib, fanning her nose.
"Phew!!!" She sighed. "Well....let's get you taken care of before dinner time Billie Jean."
She lowered his crib railing and said. "Climb out carefully honey!"
He stood in front of her, staring at the floor in disgust with himself.
"We don't really change messy diapers Billie Jean. " Bernice told him. "We only re-diaper!"
He looked up at her in confusion.
Bernice looked at me. ""Would you be a luv Stephie and show him the ropes!"
"Sure Bernice!"
"What about me???" Felicity cried out.
"All in due time Felicity." Bernice replied.
And Felicity was none too happy with Bernice's response.
I did a lot of breath holding and nose pinching, as I walked Bill through the routine of removing his messy diapers properly and getting himself all "squeaky clean".
And less than an hour later, Bill found himself all squeaky clean, butt down on fresh diapers on the changing table.
As Betty sprinkled baby powder all over his front, he had a very embarrassed and "puzzled" look on his face. And I could see his great relief when Betty fastened his diapers in place over his intense boner.
Bernice and Betty had him all redressed and ready, just in time for dinner.
"C'mon Betty, I'll help you get the three of them all to dinner."
"What about me?????" Felicity wailed again.
"Sorry Felicity!" Bernice replied, with no true regret. "No time! We gotta get to the Mess Hall. We'll take care of you after supper!"
Felicity was fit to be tied.
God bless Bernice, I thought.
In the cafeteria, three pretty, little baby girls went about their meals; eating and suc-king away on their baby bottles.
One sat in his highchair, unphased by anything.
The other sat in his highchair, still horrified certainly. But glad to be clean and sweet smelling.
The third stood in front of his highchair, to prevent "mooshie tooshie". He just picked at his food, sobbing uncontrollably. And stinking to high heavens!
I savored the justice more than the meal.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part27
After dinner, I was thankful for no movie time/chalkboard time in the rec center. Nothing in particular was planned, so it was just back to the nursery for the three of us.
Felicity was glad to be finally relieved of her messy diapers. And I was glad that Bill had been tasked to show Felicity the ropes for getting cleaned up first.
In my crib, I laughed to myself as I looked over to the changing table where Felicity laid, spread eagle, butt down on clean diapers. A flurry of baby powder from Betty rained down on his crotch. And limp wristed Felicity was "limp wienered" Felicity. No surprise there! A true "girl" at heart, I figured.
I got up out of my crib with the excuse of brushing my teeth. I was more eager for my cell phone hidden away in my toiletries bag, than my tooth brush. I brushed and stashed my cell phone inside my still clean diapers.
The rest of the evening was pretty quiet and uneventful. Boring actually, but I was okay with that.
At lights out, I waited awhile until I was sure that Bill and Felicity were asleep. And under the cover of my covers, I checked my cell phone for text messages from Penny. There were three from her.
One: "Hi sweetheart! I love you! How are you doing? Please text me back."
Two: "Hi love! Be strong! You can get through this. Focus on the positive---Truman High School in the Fall, as a boy!!! Please, PLEASE get back to me!"
Three: "Okay...you BIG POOP---ha, ha---text me back!!! LOL. See ya soon!"
I texted her back: "I love you too Penny! And I'm okay, under the circ-umstances. And I miss you---BUT PLEASE DON'T TRY TO SEE ME AGAIN!!!"
And I heard Bill stirring in his crib next to me. And I quickly sent my message.
"What are you doing Stephen?" He groggily called over.
I poked my head out from under my covers. "Nothin' Bill. Go back to sleep."
When I woke up in the morning, I was surprised by the smell of the nursery. Or the lack there of it! No one had pooped, including myself. I was only just a little wet. Maybe Bernice was right about the enema.
Before Bernice sent me off for the showers, she said. "Your diapers are only wet Stephie. You might want to poop them and get that over with! You know it's your only diaper change today!"
In the shower room, I pulled off my nitey and peeled down my diaper pants and stepped into the plastic trash bag.
Bill and Felicity were similarly occupied.
I thought about Bernice's advise and I thoroughly wet my diapers. But try as I might, I didn't need to poop them!
With the three of us cleaned up and "babied" up, Betty waddled us, holding hands again, to breakfast. And bummer, I was stuck in the middle this time. Holding hands with Bill was bad enough. But Felicity!!!
Back in the nursey after breakfast, Bernice hit me with a bad omen.
"Ms Roberts wants to see you in her office Stephie. Pronto!" She said, with a look of sympathy. "You can walk over by yourself sweetie."
I cringed all the way over.
I knocked on her office door and heard her call, "Come in!"
She was seated at her desk. And Lisa was standing next to her. A real bad omen!!!
"You look absolutely adorable, my little pretty!!!" She cackled.
To hell with Toto, I thought, give me the Tin Man. He carries an axe!
Ms Roberts wasted no time.
"In just the short span of a week and a half here Stephanie, it's become very apparent that you're getting too big for your britches!" And she laughed. "Well....your diapers anyhow!"
Lisa grinned like the Cheshire Cat, as Ms Roberts continued on. "You need to be taken down a notch or two! And as I promised, I think a nice outing to the Mall and town is in order!"
I defiantly decided to take it "up" a notch or two.
"I won't go! I won't let you take me!!! Even if you spank me!" I yelled.
"Oh, I don't need to resort to spanking you! Little baby girls, such as yourself, are much too fragile and delicate and sweet to be spanked!" She replied sarcastically.
And she looked up to Lisa and asked. "Is everything all arranged for Baby Stephie at Sunnyvale Lisa?"
"Yes Ms Roberts!" Lisa said, with a big smile on her puss.
And back to me. "Well then Baby Stephie," she said in satisfaction, "if you try to fight me, you'll have new living arrangements for the rest of the summer!"
I started to tear up. And my defiance began to dwindle.
"Special arrangements have been made for you at our lovely sister camp!" Ms Roberts gloated. "If you don't tow the line around here sissyboy, we'll just see if you're better behaved spending the entire summer living at Sunnyvale....not just Saturday nights!!!"
"No!!!" I cried.
"Yes!!!!!" She snarled back. "Do as you're told by me, AND EVERYONE ELSE, or you'll spend the whole summer at Sunnyvale. I'm sure the girls there will just eat you up!!!"
"No!!!!! Please not that!!!" I cried out again.
"It's Sunnyvale for you Stephanie, if you don't lose that defiant, coc-ky attitude of yours!" Ms Roberts warned.
"I think he'll lose that coc-ky attitude Ms Roberts!" Lisa chimed in. And she laughed and added. "I doubt he even has a coc-k anymore!"
"Lisa!!!" Ms Roberts scolded.
"Sorry Ms Roberts!" Lisa chagrined, though surely well pleased with her remark.
And sadly, Lisa was right. I'd lost much of my balls now.
Ms Roberts hadn't been clear about what the "special arrangements" were exactly. But it didn't matter. I knew I couldn't live at Sunnyvale....in any way!
"Well Stephanie....Sunnyvale, or towing the line here???" Ms Roberts coldly asked.
"Here Ms Roberts." I whimpered, in defeat.
"That's my girl!!!" Ms Roberts cheerfully replied. "Now where do you want to go with Ms Roberts and Lisa???"
I hesitated a moment, then mumbled. "To the Mall and to town."
"What??? I didn't hear you Stephanie!" Ms Roberts admonished.
"To the Mall and to town." I replied louder.
"Convince me sissyboy!!!"
I took a deep breath. And tears streamed down my face as I curtsied. "Please take me to the Mall and to town Ms Roberts!"
"Good girl!" She beamed. "Now waddle back to the nursery and Miss Baldwin will get you ready. We're all going to have such fun!!!"
I cried profusely all the way back to the nursery.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part28
In the nursery, Bernice took a few tissues and dried my tear soaked face. "I'm so sorry for you Stephie!" She said, caressing my cheek. "I'm afraid I don't have the heart to dress you for your outing, as Ms Roberts wants. I'm gonna have Betty do it."
That didn't bode well for me.
And Betty came over and took my hand. "C'mon sissyboy, let's get you ready."
Betty stripped me down to nothing but my diapers and rhumba panties.
"No little baby girl for you Stephie. Even you couldn't pull that off in public!" She said.
She strapped me into a lacy, white training bra and stuffed each cup with a single, folded up sock for just a hint of cleavage.
"Little titties for Stephie!" She explained, with a giggle. "You get to be age appropriate for your outing, at least."
Next, she tugged up pink, white striped knit shorts over my diapers and rhumba panties. She fiddled with the ruffled, lace trimming of the leg openings of the rhumbas; so they peeked out from under the leg openings of the shorts. And of course, the diaper bulge was VERY noticeable!
And I just cried uncontrollably.
Then she seated me on a stool and put white, turn-cuff socks on my feet and tied pink Converse All Star sneakers over them. And she stood me up for my top.
She held it out for me to see, front and back.
And she laughed. "Cool, huhhh!"
I groaned in agony.
The white, short sleeved T-shirt had "Camp Sissy Curls", in bold pink letters with the camp logo underneath, emblazoned across the front.
On the back, "Wannabee", in the same pink lettering.
I started to bolt, only to be held up by Betty's words.
"Sunnyvale Stephie!!!" She warned, with a grin.
Next, to my surprise, she removed the hair ribbons and ties that held my braids in their loops. And she left the braids to just dangle down over my perky chest for a moment.
She reached into the pocket of her apron and stuck a few bobby pins in her mouth. And she took one of my long braids and wrapped it around my head, kind of like a sweat band, and pinned it securely in place. She did the same with my other braid.
"I hope you're a baseball fan Stephie!" Betty said, with no rhyme or reason for me.
And she walked over to the desk in the corner and reached into a drawer. And she returned holding a New Era, adjustable New York Yankees baseball cap.
"I just love the Yankees!" She gushed. "A-Rod's hot!"
The cap wasn't the traditional, navy blue of the Yankees. It was a girl's Yankee cap, in pink! The NY letters in grey. She adjusted the strap in the back for maximum head size and fitted it over my braids and onto my head.
"Please don't do this to me!!!" I pleaded. And she gave no reply.
My only makeup was a very light coat of candy pink lip gloss.
"There we go pansy, you're all set!" She bubbled, as she led me to a full length mirror for a good view of myself.
I needn't detail the absolute horror I felt, as I gazed at my reflection.
In the mirror stood a very ambiguous, androgynous character. Not quite a boy, certainly! And yet, not quite a girl either! A hybrid....an "in-between"....a hermaphrodite! A character that surely had to fit the demands of Ms Roberts.
And I did indeed, certainly meet the demands of Ms Roberts.
"Oh perfect Betty! Absolutely perfect!!!" Ms Roberts gushed, as Betty led me back into Ms Roberts' office.
"We're going to have such fun today Stephie! Let's hit the road!"
I just bawled my eyes out as Ms Roberts, AND LISA, and I buckled up in her van.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summmer)--part29
As we drove for the Mall, Ms Roberts outlined what was in store for me there.
"I've made a hair appointment for you Stephie, at the beauty salon where you got permed last summer after the swimming pool dunking incident."
"Not a permanent???" I cried.
"No, and keep quiet!" She barked. "Your hair could stand some work. It looks a little rough around the edges."
"But my hair's....."
"Shut up!" She yelled. "One more word out of you sissyboy, and I'll turn this car around and we'll head to Sunnyvale and drop you off there for the rest of the summer! And the girls there can have a good old time with you for the next six or seven weeks."
That shut me up. And Ms Roberts continued.
"Your bangs need a trim, as does the rest of your hair. A quarter inch off the length of it, to get rid of all your split ends."
She couldn't know if I had split ends, I thought. How could she, with my hair always done up in braid loops. It was just an excuse.
"You'll be on your own once we get to the Mall, well...for the most part anyway." Ms Roberts explained. "Lisa and I will always be in close proximity to monitor you, but we won't engage you in any way. Do you undertand?"
I simply nodded in agreement, thinking about her words. "Monitor" me. Hell, she and Lisa just wanted to revel in my embarrassment and humiliation of course.
We pulled into the Mall and found a parking spot. And Ms Roberts took four twenty dollar bills from her purse and handed them to me.
"This is more than you'll need Stephanie. Don't lose it!" And she unbuckled her seatbelt and said. "You have a one o'clock hair appointment under the name of 'Pat'. That's in about twenty minutes." She said, looking at her watch.
"Pat"....an appropriately ambiguous name, I realized.
"When they finish your hair trimming, have them braid it back up like they found it so it fits under your cap."
"Can I come back to the van then???" I asked.
"No you can't!!! And what did I say about interrupting?" She scolded.
"Sorry." I whimpered.
"Now then, when you're done at the beauty salon, head for the food court and get yourself something to drink and find a seat and sit there 'til you finish it." And she hit the door unlock. "Now let's get this show on the road!"
"But what about Rite Aid???" Lisa reminded Ms Roberts.
"Oh yeah, right Lisa! Thanks."
"No problem Ms Roberts."
"There's a Rite Aid next to the food court Stephanie. Stop in there and buy yourself a package of Depends!"
"They'll certainly understand that purchase there!!!" Lisa scoffed.
"Well, time's a wasting sissyboy. Out you go, on your way!" Ms Roberts ordered. "Meet us back here when you're all done."
My chest was heaving now, gasping for breath. Tears poured from my eyes, like Niagara Falls. And I begged and pleaded and groveled for all I was worth.
"Please!!!!!!!! Please don't make me do this!!! Please!!!!!!!!!!"
"If you don't want to go, we can just head back to where we came from." Ms Roberts sneered. "Well....next door to where we came from, anyhow!"
I grit my teeth and took a deep breath and braced myself. And I stepped out into the parking lot. And it didn't take long to get noticed, as I walked toward the entrance.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part30
I pulled the brim of my baseball cap down as far as I could over my face. I glued my eyes to the pavement and made for the entrance as quickly as possible, given my bow legged waddle.
I was determined to get in, done, and out as fast as I could. And I was desperate to keep my face hidden, so it wouldn't be seen. And so I wouldn't see the horrors around me. I'd only have to hear them.
From my very first steps in the crowded parking lot, I heard tons of gasps and giggles and laughter and cries of disbelief at the sight of me. And of course, much taunting and teasing.
But I kept on course, watching one foot stepping in front of the other.
Inside the Mall, I quickly glanced up to get my bearings. I knew, from last summer, where the beauty salon was. And off I headed, with great haste, to the sounds of laughter and biting comments and remarks.
Probably what I heard most were really questions. "Is that a boy or a girl???" and "Is he or she wearing diapers???" and "What's a Wannabee???" and the like. And thankfully, no one actually engaged me.
In the salon, standing in front of the receptionist at the counter, I heard (my face was still buried under the brim of my cap) her giggle.
"Uhmmm....oh my!!!....ahh....can I help you young lady?....ohhh, I mean young man....Ahhhh!!!" And she just gave up in frustration and simply asked. "Can I help you?"
I didn't look up. And the salon became fairly silent. Customers and beauticians certainly dumbstruck, for the moment, at the spectacle of me.
"My name's Pat." I mumbled under my brim. "I have a one o'clock hair appointment."
"Yes, we have you down here." She said, scrolling her finger down a waitng list. "Follow me please!"
I was glad to not have to wait for my appointment. "Quick and dirty" was my goal.
In front of the styling chair, the receptionist said. "This is Chloe. She'll be doing your hair."
"Hi, it's....ahhh....Pat. Right?" She chuckled. And she sounded fairly young.
I just nodded my head up and down.
"Well, have a seat Pat and we'll get started." She said.
I sat down and she tied an apron around me and removed my baseball cap---my security blanket! But that had to be.
"Gosh!" She said, moving her hands around my wad of braiding. "Braids!!!"
I took a quick glance at her and myself in the mirror. And she was very cute! But no time for thoughts of that. In, done, and out as fast as possible, was my only thought.
"Would you like a shampoo?" The obligatory first question.
"No, it's clean!" Quick and dirty, I thought.
"Well, what would you like to have done today?" She asked, undoing my braids.
"Just my bangs trimmed and about a quarter inch off the hair length, to get rid of any split ends. That's all!" I replied, very business like.
"Okay then." And she brushed me out and started with my bangs first.
And as she clipped away at them, she quietly asked, with some hesitation. "Uhmmm....I don't mean to be rude but, " and she paused for a moment and whispered, "uhmmm....are you a boy or a girl???"
"Neither!" I liked short and to the point.
"Okay....Pat!"
A minute later came. "What's Camp Sissy Curls and what's a Wannabee???"
"A place and a thing!" I tersely replied.
And then, "are you wearing diap...."
I immediately cut her off in frustration.
"Listen Chloe. If you leave me alone and keep your mouth shut and don't ask any more questions, I'll leave a ten buck tip!"
That silenced her. But with her silence, I became more acutely aware of everyone else in the salon. The giggles and laughs. The questioning remarks and hurtful comments. The disgusted looks on the faces of many of the patrons.
I guess the worst came from a sweet, pretty little girl of maybe four or five. As her mother lifted her onto a booster seat in the styling chair next to me, she innocently, but loudly called out. "Is that a boy or a girl Mommy and why's he wearing diapers???"
The place exploded in laughter, as the mother scolded her daughter. "Hush up Rachael, mind your own business!"
And the mother glared over at me, in disgust, and mouthed a single, unspoken word. I could read her lips. The word was "pervert".
I started to well up in tears. It really hurt to be seen as a pervert, especially in front of an innocent little girl.
Mercifully, Chloe quickly AND quietly finished all the hair trimming.
"You gotta braid it all back up like it was, so I can fit my cap over it." I told her.
Apron off and cap on. Wham, bam, thank you ma'm! And I headed to the counter to settle up. The floor was my guide again, as I struggled to drown out the sound of the jeering customers.
As I paid and left a ten dollar tip, the receptionist said. "I think I remember you now! Weren't you in here last summer for a perm?"
"No!!!" I grumbled.
Outside in the Mall, I took a deep breath. "One down, two to go!" I said, under my breath.
I hustled as quickly as I could for the food court, keeping to the sides of the Mall, in an effort to be more inconspicuous. But I still was very conspicuous, of course.
Bum patting, by girls and boys alike; with taunts of "Need a diaper change baby???" and "Are you wet and poopy snookums???" and such, was the most common occurrence. Well, that and the proverbial question of "Are you a boy or a girl???"
Last in line at Burger King, for a quick soda, I felt another bum pat from behind and heard a quick whisper over my shoulder.
"Having fun Stephie???"
Oh hell, I thought in panic. Somebody's recognized me!
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part31
I glanced over my shoulder. And for the first and only time, I was glad to see Ms Roberts and Lisa passing along behind me. They'd broken the rules of engagement with me.
But soon I felt the ominous presence of someone else behind me. I knew from experience, that close quarters were always the most dangerous for me. I briefly thought about stepping out of line. But that wouldn't do any good. I had to stay in line to get a drink. It was number two on my agenda from Ms Roberts.
I peeked over my shoulder. A boy and a girl, a little older than me. A brother and sister perhaps, or maybe a couple. The girl gave me a slight smile. The boy was expressionless.
I put my hands behind me to guard the rear flank. And I could hear them tittering, as the line moved along.
I finally reached the front of the line and ordered a small Coke. I reached into my pocket for some money, and as I paid for it, one of them yanked my shorts down to my ankles. And they ran off.
My diaper filled rhumba panties were on full display! And the sound of laughter was deafening.
I let out a squeal and quickly yanked them back up. And for a split second, I thought about giving chase to them, to pound them to pieces!
But I couldn't afford to make even more of a scene in public.
I cried, as I carried my drink over to an open table. And the food court was a buzz of laughter and jeering. I set my Coke down, seated myself, and stuck in the straw.
And I covered my ears with my hands and suc-ked the cup on the table empty in under a minute.
Two down, one to go now. Rite Aid, and I was done!
As I tossed my cup in the trash, I saw Ms Roberts and Lisa seated nearby, devilishly smiling and gloating. And Lisa blew me a kiss!
The scene in Rite Aid was little different than the food court, except less people. As I raced through the aisles, in search of Depends, I held tightly to the waist band of my shorts with both hands.
I found my Depends. I grabbed a twenty from my pocket and carried it, and the package of Depends, in one hand. I used the other hand to hold tight to the back of my shorts. I didn't want them around my ankles again.
The line at the checkout wasn't as long as at Burger King, at least.
Some guy right behind me in line scoffed. "What's the matter sissy!!! Wet, droopy sagging diapers???"
The clerk at the checkout was no better. "Well....looks like a prudent purchase young....", and she hesitated, then giggled, "young....WHATEVER YOU ARE!!!"
I managed to make it out of the Mall with only once finding my shorts about my ankles. Several bum pats though, and a bombardment of humiliation.
I found the van and Ms Roberts and Lisa were waiting inside. And I jumped in and plunked my Depends on the seat.
"Did you enjoy your visit to the Mall Stephanie???" Ms Roberts asked, sarcastically. "We certainly did!!!"
"Oh yeah!!!" Lisa added.
"Can we please go back to camp now Ms Roberts???" I whimpered.
"Heavens no, you forgetful sissyboy!!! Remember---I said to the Mall and to TOWN!"
And she started the engine and said."Besides, the three of us are going to have dinner in town---to celebrate Lisa's reclaiming of control of Sugar Plum cabin!"
I cried loudly and miserably, with no control. And Ms Roberts actually offered a little sympathy.
"It won't be so bad Stephanie. You know that everyone in town knows about Camp Sissy Curls and its 'special' campers!!!"
That didn't make me feel any better and I screamed. "But hell, I did everything you told me to do!!!"
Well that got her dander right back up and she yelled.
"I told you in my office that you had to be taken down a notch or two. The Mall was one notch! The town's a second notch!! And Sunnyvale can be a THIRD notch, if you carry on!!!" She snarled. "Deal with it sissyboy!!!!"
I knew, at this point, that I couldn't "deal with" a trip to town!
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Camp Sissy Curls (SEcond Summer)--part32
But thank God for Mother Nature! She came to my rescue.
As we headed for town, I felt great rumblings in my bowels. And I realized I hadn't pooped in a long time. Not since the enema Bernice had given me. Perfect, I thought!
We drove along and the pressure kept buildling inside me. Super, I thought!
We pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. It was the one Ms Roberts had taken me to for lunch last summer. And I was ready to explode. Fantastic, I thought!
She parked the van and turned off the ignition and exclaimed. "Okay girls, let's go!"
And go....I did!!! I let loose for all I was worth. And I very noisily pooped a humungous load into my diapers and peed a flood. And the sound and the smell immediately drew the attention of Ms Roberts and Lisa.
"Oh God Stephie!" Lisa shrieked. "Geez!!!"
"Stephanie Crandall, you bad little girl!!! How could you???" Ms Roberts scolded.
And they quickly hopped out of the van for fresh air.
"Get out here sissyboy!!!" Ms Roberts screamed.
As I unbuckled my seatbelt, I intentionally rubbed and bounced my fanny on the seat. I wanted a "mooshie tooshie" now.
And as I stepped out of the van, I managed to pee even more.
"Oh my God! What a mess!" Ms Roberts loudly groaned.
I looked down at the front of my shorts and grinned at the large wet spot forming in them.
Lisa called from behind me. "Oh God, he's got a wet, brown spot back here too!!!" She gagged.
Just what the doctor ordered, I thought.
"Stephanie Crandall, didn't you have a diaper change just before we left?" She angrily asked.
I nodded my head "yes".
"Well then how could you do such a thing?" She hollered.
It was a stupid question, deserving a smart answer. A smart-aleck answer!
"But Ms Roberts, I'm not allowed to use a toilet! Your orders!!!" I replied, in as coc-ky a manner as I dared.
"Don't you dare be so insolent to me sissyboy!!!" She roared.
I kept quiet.
"Oh dear heavens!" She exclaimed, hands on her hips and looking at Lisa. "We can't take him in the restaurant like that."
"What about the Depends he bought?" Lisa suggested.
"No, not with his wet, poo stained shorts. And besides, I don't want to change him and I doubt you do either!" Ms Roberts sighed. "I guess we have to head back to camp."
Yes!!! Wonderful, I thought.
"But I don't want to have to miss our celebration dinner because of poopy pants Stephie!!!" Lisa complained.
"I know Lisa. But we can't take him in the restaurant like that. And we can't change him. So it's back to camp I'm afraid."
"What about this???" Lisa said, as she took her cell phone from her purse. "I'll call the camp and have the shuttle bus come pick him up! He can wait in the van for it and we can go in and have dinner!"
Ms Roberts thought a moment. "You know, that's not a bad idea Lisa!"
No!!! Not so wonderful, I thought.
"Not bad at all....except I won't have him waiting in my van, messing and stinking it up!"
"Well, he can just stand here next to it and wait for the shuttle." Lisa said.
Ms Roberts thought again and replied. "No, he can't be loitering around here in the parking lot. People might think he's up to no good. Trying to break into a car or something!"
"In his condition!!!" Lisa exclaimed incredulously.
Ms Roberts laughed. "You're right Lisa....but still!"
And Ms Roberts turned her attention to me, with an idea. "Listen poopy boy....cross the street, walk three blocks down to the right. Just past a little dress shop called 'PB Apparel' is a small park. You can wait there for the shuttle. Now hop to it!"
"I'll call the camp." Lisa said.
As I started off, Ms Roberts called me back. "Hold up, poopy pants!" And she went back into the van and grabbed the unbagged package of Depends. "Here, take these back with you to camp!"
I headed out, Depends in hand. And I was a breathtaking sight, literally, for passersby, who gagged for fresh air when they got wind of me.
Bombardments of humiliation again! But at least, no one dared approach me to yank down my very wet, poo stained shorts.
I was relieved to reach the park and grateful to find it largely empty. I found a park bench out of view, but within view to watch for the shuttle bus.
And I was thrilled when it appeared after only fifteen minutes or so.
The driver gagged as I boarded it. And he handed me the newspaper next to his seat. "Sit on this in the back! And crack the windows open!!!"
I was glad I was the only passenger. As I sat looking out the opened window, I thought at least this was better than a lengthy, humiliating dinner in the restaurant with Ms Roberts and Lisa.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part33
Back in the nursery, I got cleaned up and rediapered. And after dinner, Bernice kindly told me to skip the movie in the rec center and to just relax and recuperate in my crib. God knows, I needed it!
It was a quiet, uneventful evening. Just before bedtime, I sneaked a quick check of my cell phone.
One text from Penny, reading simply: "Hi luv! I'll see you tomorrow."
To which I quickly texted back: "No, no, no! Please don't come see me! I love you, but please leave me be!"
Thursday morning, I woke up with two fears in my mind---Penny coming, and the fact that Saturday was just two days away. Sleepover at Sunnyvale surely!
It was cool and rainy out. The first bad weather at camp. Bernice and Betty put me and Bill and Felicity in "full dress" uniform. We'd spend the day inside.
Just after lunch, I dozed off in my crib. And I woke up to the sound of a very familiar voice. It was Penny's!
I cringed, as I peered through my crib railing to see Penny and Bernice entering the nursery. At least my diapers were still clean and dry!
"Please sit down Penelope." Miss Baldwin said, offering her a chair next to the desk. "Ms Roberts called me. You talked to her....something about you wanting to work here in the nursery?"
No!!!!! I wanted to scream.
"That's right Miss Baldwin." Penny replied.
"Well, I'm afraid I already have an intern. That's Betty. The girl you met when you came in."
"Oh I don't mean work here! I mean volunteer here!" Penny corrected. "I'd like to volunteer some of my time here in the nursery. You see, after high school, I want to go to college to get my degree in Pre-k child care. Maybe run a Day Care some day!"
"Well that's very admirable Penelope!"
"Thanks....so anyway, it would be great experience for me to volunteer here in the nursery! I do tons of babysitting back home, but this is more like a real Day Care!" Penny said.
Bernice giggled. "Well Penelope, you do realize that our clientele aren't really babies...or girls, for that matter.!"
Penny laughed. "Oh, of course!!! But it would still be good training for me. And I have the time. You can only do so much horseback riding and archery and soccer and stuff! Please???"
"Well sure Penelope. I don't see why not! You seem very sincere." Bernice replied.
"When can I start?"
"Let's make it simple Penelope. Whenever you have the time and the desire, c'mon over! Even if it's just to occupy the babies for awhile." And Bernice stood up. "C'mon, I'll introduce you to them."
She walked Penny over to Felicity's crib. "This is Felicity. He and Billie Jean, over there," and she pointed across the aisle to Bill's crib, next to mine, "are only here for about another week or so. If they behave!"
"Yeth Mith Baldwin, I'll be a good widdle baby girl!!!" Felicity babyishly offered.
Miss Baldwin just raised her eyebrows and they walked to Bill and me.
"Billie Jean, this is Penelope."
"Hi," was all he offered.
I grit my teeth, as I was next.
"And this sweet little cherub is my dear Stephie! I'm afraid he's here for the entire summer!" Bernice said, with a sigh.
Penny reached into my crib, caressed my check, and cooed. "You're such a cutie pie Stephie! Nice to meet you!"
I just silently glared up.
"Aw c'mon Steph," Bernice admonished, "don't be such a sourpuss!Penelope seems very nice. I'm sure you'll like her!"
If Bernice only knew!
But I smiled and said. "Hi Penelope, it's nice to meet you."
"That's more like it Steph!" And she looked to Penny. "He's really a dear, sweet boy Penelope!"
"I'm sure he is Miss Baldwin!" Penny replied, with a twinlke in her eye.
With introductions done, Penny excused herself. "I know I said I have a lot of time Miss Baldwin, but it just so happens that I gotta be back to Sunnyvale for a seminar that I really don't wanna miss! I only had time enough to get this all arranged." Penny said, in apology. "But I'd love to come back tomorrow after breakfast! Okay?"
"Sounds good Penelope. Anytime you want!"
"Thanks so much Miss Baldwin!" And Penny looked down at me and sweetly smiled. "See ya tomorrow Stephie!" And she was off.
Bernice looked at me and reflected. "She sure seems like a nice girl!"
Bernice was an excellent judge of character. And I wondered what that "character" was up to!
Just before bedtime, I sneaked a text: "What on Earth is going on in that brain of yours Penny???"
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part34
I woke up Friday morning about half an hour before wake up time. I had an urgent need to pee and, thankfully, to poop too! And I gladly went about my "business".
I had a method to my madness. Get it ALL out into my diapers now; and get all squeaky clean and freshly diapered for Penny's visit.
And like clockwork, just after breakfast, Penny stepped into the nursery with Bernice along side her.
"How can I help out Miss Baldwin?" Penny asked.
"Well, our precious, little tykes are in good shape. Clean and dry and all prettied up for the day!" And she thought for a moment. "Maybe you and Betty could take 'em for a walk in their strollers. It's nice out. No rain, not too hot. They could use the fresh air!"
"Sure. Sounds good!" Penny replied.
"Okay the Penelope, I'll get Betty."
Moments later, Betty appeared, looking non too thrilled about the idea.
"We can't take all three at once Penelope." She complained. "We can only push one stroller each."
Quick to the draw as always, Penny had the solution. "Not a problem! How about we take Felicity and Billie Jean together, and then I'll take what's his name myself!"
"Stephie....he's Stephie." Betty told her.
"Yeah....then I'll take Stephie myself and you can have a break Betty!"
"Sounds like a plan Penelope. Let's get it done with. I don't want to spend a lot of time pushing sissyboys around!"
Smart as a whip, Penny was!
They were back in under an hour. And it was my turn.
Penny lowered my crib rail, as Betty got Felicity and Billie Jean in theirs.
"Hop out Baby Stephie!" Penny bubbled. "Time for your walk!"
Penny took my hand and started to walk me out to the stroller. And she paused in front of Betty.
"Hold up Stephie!" And she released my hand. And she put hers up under the back of my dress and petticoats and patted my bum.
"Can't feel anything back here. And I don't smell anything either! How about the front pansy? You dry???" She asked.
"Yes." I snarled, in humiliation.
And Penny wasn't finished.
"Shouldn't Baby Stephie have his binkie and baby bonnet on for his walk Betty? Like Felicity and Billie Jean?"
Adding insult to injury, Penny was.
"Over there on the shelf next to his crib." And Betty pointed.
I glared in fury at Penny, as she clipped the binkie tether to the front of my dress and popped it into my mouth and tied my frilly bonnet in place with a huge bow.
"There we go! All set!" Penny exclaimed, as she tweaked one of my braid loops. "We can go for a nice long walk now."
I was embarrassed and angry over the diaper, binkie, bonnet thing. But only for a few seconds. I realized Penny was just putting on a show to keep Betty off track.
I kept quiet until she pushed me well away from the nursery.
And she got in the first words.
"I'm really sorry Steph! I had to do that to....."
"I know, I know!" I cut her off. "Now what in the hell are you doing voluteering in the nursery???"
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part35
"Well Steph, I volunteered for two reasons!" She said. "First, I wanna see you. And it's a safe way to easily do that, whenever I can. And second....so I can help you sweetheart!"
"You can help me by leaving me alone Penny!"
"You can't get through all this sissy horror by yourself Stephie. Let me help you!"
"Penny, I can't have people finding out about our connection!" I argued.
"You know that I'm very aware of that! C'mon now Steph, haven't I been really....," and she thought a moment, "really clever!!!"
"Yeah, but I'm afraid you'll slip up. Or maybe I will, for that matter!"
"That won't happen!" She argued. "I just put my 'Lisa' routine on in front of others....and please try to not be embarrassed when I do that. It's just to protect our little secret."
"I know that Penny, but that's the other problem!"
"What do you mean honey?" She asked.
"It's so humiliating having you see me like this!!!" And I started to cry.
She pushed the stroller off to the side of the beaten path. She knelt down in front of me, so we could talk face to face. And she wiped my tears with a tissue and removed my baby bonnet and binkie.
"Please believe me Stephie!!! You needn't be embarrassed in front of me! It's not like I've never seen you dressed up as a girl before. Or a little girl, for that matter! You've always been dressed as a girl, for as long as I've known you."
"Yeah, but now I'm a freakin' little BABY girl in diapers!!!" I cried. "Diapers that are often wet and messy!"
"You in messy diapers is nothing new either Steph!"
"Yeah but, I don't want you to see all the humiliating sissy things I'm made to do around here!" I moaned.
"I know that Stephie. And I won't lie to you. It's hard for me to see you like that. It hurts me to see you being so humiliated!" And she smiled. "That's why I'm here; to help you in any way I can!"
"Someone's coming by!" I warned.
"Okay, we'll get a move on." Penny replied.
And she strolled me along some more.
"Listen Penny. And please do as I say!" I called back over my shoulder, when no one was near. "If the time comes for me to have a sleepover at your cabin, please, PLEASE fake an illness and get sent to the clinic for the night. Or something, so you're not there. Understand?"
"I hear you sweetheart."
"I'm bound to have a sleepover at Sunnyvale tomorrow night Penny." I groaned.
"I know, I heard kids talking about it." She sighed. "But I know it's not at my cabin Steph."
"Good! Just don't get ANYWHERE NEAR ME! I couldn't bear that!"
"I hear you sweetheart."
She pushed me some more, until she found a path that led to a very secluded spot in the woods.
"We can have some privacy here!" She said, as she took a large picnic blanket from the cargo net of my stroller. She had to have stashed it there.
As she spread it on the ground, she said. "C'mon Steph, outta your stroller. Sit next to me."
I did. And the instant I sat down, she put her arms around my neck and gave me a long, passionate kiss.
Well, she tried to at least!
"What gives???" She gasped, as she pulled her face back from mine.
I was stone faced as she had kissed me. I didn't respond to it.
"Please don't do that!" I said, in tears.
"What???" She cried, in disbelief.
"Please don't kiss me. I don't deserve it!"
She took her arms from around my neck and sat back a little. And she smiled sweetly and lovingly at me.
"Okay Steph, why not?"
I whimpered. "Cuz I a freakin' little baby girl in diapers! That's why!!!" And I sniffled. "You deserve a REAL boy to kiss!"
She laughed a little, but in a kind, gentle way.
"STEPHEN! Whenever we've made out, you've always been dressed as a girl. I've never seen you any other way!"
"But this is worse---I'm a baby girl now, in diapers and a baby dress and all! And here at Camp Sissy Curls!!!"
"Stephen....I don't care if you're in a Gorilla suit" She exclaimed. "I'm in love with you---STEPHEN!!! The boy underneath all the baby clothes."
And she caressed my cheek.
"I admit that I really like Stephanie. Though not Baby Stephie, as much." She giggled. "Stephanie's a dear, sweet, true friend! A best friend! But Stephen's all of that and more. It's STEPHEN that I really LOVE! The BOY I'll hug and kiss in the Fall."
I teared up some more. But it was from the tug on my heart strings.
"Stephen....I see beyond your clothes, whatever they might be, to the real you!"
And she gave me another long, passionate kiss; which I lovingly returned. And she gave me many, many more! And as we necked, she slipped her hand into the front of my diapers.
"Whoaaa! That's no little baby girl down there!!!" She panted.
And she massaged and pumped away at it.
"Go ahead Stephen!" She whispered, out of breath, as she nuzzled behind my ear. "Do a number three in your diapers!"
And God, I did!
....As Penny pushed me out of the woods onto the trail, she exclaimed. "Now aren't you glad I'm around Stephen?"
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part36
Dreaded Saturday morning dawned, dreary and overcast. Appropriate, because that matched my feeling. Sleepover number two at Sunnyvale tonight!
By mid afternoon though, the sun had peeked out, as Betty pushed me in my stroller to Sunnyvale.
I kept my face buried under my baby bonnet, hoping to not see Penny. Despite what she'd said yesterday afternoon, I was still especially embarrassed in front of her.
Outside of Blackbird cabin, Betty said. "Okay sissyboy, here we are! Outta your stroller and waddle to the door and give it a knock!"
As I got out of the stroller, I gasped. Turtle Dove, Penny's cabin, was just across the way!
I trembled in fear as I knocked on the door. And it was quickly answered.
"Hey girls, our pretty little sissy baby's here!!!" Shouted the tall, lanky, short haired blonde.
I was whisked inside and immediately engulfed in a sea of fawning, oogling, teenage girls.
But after just a minute or two of gushing inspection, the lanky blonde took charge. She had to be the cabin counselor, I figured.
"Okay girls, listen up! Remember....no pics showing his face. That's the rule!" She reminded.
Then she directed her attention to me, with a grin. "Well Stephie, you certainly do make a very precious, sweet little baby girl! But we got something else in mind for you tonight!!!"
I cringed, as she tossled one of my braid loops, and then untied and removed my baby bonnet.
"Strip, you pathetic little pantywiast!" She ordered. "Down to nothing but your diapers and rhumba panties!"
Oh God, what sissy horrors did they have planned for me, I thought.
I started to cry and began undressing. Two girls assisted me.
Down to my diapers and rhumbas, the lanky blonde stood in front of me and fiddled with my braids again.
"The braid loops and ribbons will be just perfect Suzette. We'll keep 'em!" She exclaimed.
Suzette, surely one of the two girls who helped me undress, gave no reply. At this point, I didn't even know what "lanky blonde's" name was. But that was corrected a moment later.
"I'm Paulette, the cabin counselor." She growled at me. "But you're to address me as 'Mademoiselle Paulette'! Understand???"
I nodded up and down.
"Well!!!!!" She snarled.
I wasn't stupid. "Yes Mademoiselle Paulette. " I groveled.
"Oui, it's oui!!!" She said.
"We who?" I asked.
The cabin broke out in laughter. And now I was stupid!
"Oui....it means 'yes'....stupid!!!" Paulette shouted.
"Oui, Mademoiselle Paulette." I begrudgingly replied.
"Tres bien Suzette!" She said.
Again, there was no response from "Suzette". What in the hell did they have in mind for me tonight!
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part37
Paulette practically stuck her face in mine and said. "Now Suzette, about your diapers. We're gonna keep them on you....for now, anyways!"
Okay, I was "Suzette". Go figure!
"They give you such a sweet, plump, frilly little fanny!" Lots of laughter. And Paulette continued. "But under no circ-umstances are you to use them!!! For any reason! We're not gonna have a poopy little girl stinking up the place. You're to use the potty!"
Good news and bad news. Good, for obvious reasons, but I wouldn't be able to pull my "skunk routine" to bail out if I needed to.
"Do you understand Suzette?" She asked.
I nodded.
"Reply properly. And with a curtsey!" She commanded.
"But....!" Oh hell, I thought....and I held out the skirt of an imaginary dress and curtsied. "Oui Mademoiselle Paulette." And the cabin roared.
"Tres bien Suzette!" And a pause from her. "The correct response is 'merci', Suzette!"
"Merci Mademoiselle Paulette." And I pretend curtsied again.
Well, I wasn't quite sure where all this French crap was leading to. But an hour later, I fully understood; after lots of threats of spanking and winding up at Sunnyvale full time. Paulette knew about that possibility.
I greatly sobbed, as I looked at myself in a full length mirror. My braid loops dangled under a white mop cap. My face was very garishly made up. Mascara, eyeliner, gaudy glitter eye shadow, bright red rouged cheeks and lips. Even long, false eyelashes. A frilly, white lace choker ringed my neck.
My own petticoats bouyed up a black, satiny, puff sleeved and short skirted dress. It was adorned with lots of lace ruffles. A prissy, white, pinafore style apron was tied around it in a huge bow in the back.
Underneath, white fishnet stockings hung from the six straps of the lacy, white garter belt over my diapers and rhumba panties.
I could barely stand in the black, patent leather, four inch spiked, stiletto heels.
A French Maid, made of me. But I looked more like some sissy, tranny whore!
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part38
The Blackbird girls were hell bent on displaying their personal, sissy French Maid to the rest of the camp. Penny would witness my humiliation certainly.
I was handed a plastic pail and rubber gloves to put on.
"Don't wanna ruin your pretty nails honey!" Some girl said.
I was directed outside. And it was no easy chore getting there! Waddling in heavy diapering was hard enough. But with four inch heels in addition, it was next to impossible.
There was a small, overgrown flower bed along the front of the cabin.
"Your first task, as our French Maid, is to tidy up this flower bed." Paulette instructed. "Pull out all the weeds and sticks and stuff, and don't harm any of the Petunias!"
I grimaced and knelt down carefully in front of the flower bed. At least my back would be to the busy trail between the rows of cabins. I wouldn't see passersby, only hear them. I wouldn't see Penny, though she'd surely see me!
No sooner had I knelt, than Paulette snapped at me. "Stand up Suzette!"
I obeyed.
"You're not to kneel, or even bend at your knees!" She scolded. "Lean down, with your legs straight, and do your weeding!"
"But...."
She quickly cut me off. "BUTT is what it's all about Suzette!!!" And everyone laughed. "Lots of southern exposure for your poufie behind!" She taunted. "Understand?"
I just groaned, in tears.
"Reply Suzette!"
I curtsied. "Oui Mademoiselle Paulette."
"Doing the garden, digging the weeds. Who could ask for more???" Paulette sang, as I went about my degrading task.
The Beatles reference wasn't lost on me, just the humor.
And not surprisingly, I caused quite a ruckus as Sunnyvale girls passed by. Tons of teasing and taunting! And I made sure to always be facing the cabin. Couldn't see the tormentors, but certainly could hear them. At least I didn't hear Penny's voice. Though her eyes had to be on me, at some point.
I weeded for almost an hour, until it was time for dinner---in the camp cafeteria. Full exposure to the entire camp now!
In the cafeteria, I didn't eat.
"You can bring back a sandwhich to eat in the cabin Suzette." A Blackbird girl told me.
The cabin ate together at one long table. And I was their maid servant, waitress really. I spent the entire dinnertime with a pitcher in my hand, refilling drinks and fetching bread and dessert and such. And the Blackbird girls discovered a popular pastime. They'd drop a knife or fork or napkin, and summon me to pick it up, straight legged. Lots of southern exposure. And lots of bum pats and pinches. And lots of laughs and taunts.
I glanced around, ocassionally, for Penny. But hoping to not see her. And I didn't. But I knew that didn't mean that she hadn't seen me!
I was relieved to be out of the cafeteria, at least, when supper ended. I knew back in the cabin would be pure hell of course, but at least I'd be out of sight of the entire camp and Penny, I hoped.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part39
Back at Blackbird, I was given a brief period of time to eat a tuna sandwhich and down a can of soda. And the the evening's "festivities" began.
I was stood in front of the girls, Paulette taking charge naturally. I whimpered and hung my head as he took two large safety pins and, with a devilish smirk, pinned the front of my sissymaid dress and petticoats high up on my chest. Cameras and cell phones taking it all in.
"Time to get you outta those diapers Suzette!" Palulette declared. "And remember, if you need to use the potty, just ask." She added.
A couple of girls assisted in the unveiling. And a few minutes later, I stood erect, fully exposed in the front. My only undergarments being the garter belt and fishnets.
"Dinky, but stiff!" Scoffed a girl. "God, he likes this!"
"I doubt for long!" Paulette replied.
Paulette then took a length of pink ribbon and tied it in a bow around the head of my throbbing member. And everyone laughed. And I cried.
And I was set to my French Maid duties.
"In the fridge over there," and Paulette pointed, "is a tray. Get it and bring it back."
I turned to walk to the fridge, but was quickly stopped in my tracks.
"Suzette!!!" Paulette yelled. "RSVP!"
I just looked at her, confused.
"RSVP!" She said again. "Respondez s'il vous plait!"
Now I was even more confused with all this French crap!
"It means 'reply please' in French....pinhead!" She snarled.
"More like pin PRICK!!!" Someone called out. And the cabin burst into laughter.
I grit my teeth and curtsied, my stiff wiener bobbing up and down as I did so. "Oui Mademoiselle Paulette." And I headed to the refridgerator.
The tray was a platter of tooth picked cheese wedges and coc-ktail wieners. The irony of which, wasn't lost on me.
The girls sat around chatting and reading magazines and writing letters to home and doing all manner of "girlie things".
And I was made to mince about, offering the girls cheese and coc-ktail wieners. In my spiked heels, my feet and legs were throbbing. And so was my "middle leg" unfortunately.
"Care for some cheese or a coc-ktail wiener Mademoiselle?" I asked a girl, as Paulette had told me to say.
"No thanks on the cheese Suzette. " She replied. "But can I have a bite of your little coc-ktail wiener?"
Lots of laughter! Lots of tears!
Another girl took a wiener from the tray and held it along side of mine. "Wow....about the same size!!!" She teased.
More laughter and more tears!
Humiliating "wiener analogies" resounded until the tray was emptied.
A manicure and varnishing for one girl was my next task, followed by a pedicure and nailpolish for another. The latter was particularly gross, as her feet were ripe and smelly!
And all the time, of course, I was berated and degraded with caustic, humiliating jabs and comments.
I set two girls' hair in rollers and brushed out another's. That wasn't so bad. Girls' hair always felt and smelled good!
Next, I hand washed three pairs of panties. That wasn't pleasant.!
More degrading was when I was put on my hands and knees in front of a chair and used as a foot stool by a girl, as she read a magazine and sipped a Coke.
And as I held that position, I realized that I really needed to use the toilet. A good excuse to stop being a human "ottoman" and, the plus of getting to use a toilet!
"Can I please use the potty Mademoiselle Paulette?" I called out, as she had instructed. Everybody laughed at my childlike question.
"Of course Suzette!" She exclaimed.
And everyone laughed even more, as I stood up from my "ottoman" position.
"It's right over there Suzette!!!" Paulette gleefully chimed, as she pointed to a corner.
"No!!!!!" I screamed, at the sight of a potty chair now placed in the corner. "You said I could use the potty!"
"So I did!" She cackled. "And there it is! Your throne awaits you!"
"Please no!!! Not in front of everybody!!!" I pleaded.
"You spend most of your time being little Baby Stephie." Paulette said. "And little baby girls have no sense of modesty!"
"But I'm not a baby now!!!"
"Nice try Suzette, but no cigar!....Now sit down and do your business!" She yelled.
It took a good, sound, bare butt spanking from Paulette and threats about fulltime Sunnyvale, to get me positioned on my throne. And my chest heaved and I wailed, as I did my humiliating "business" in front of them. And I had a lot of "business" to do! It was worse than wetting and pooping in diapers!
When done, Paulette had me empty the pot under the seat, in the real toilet. And I wished I could flush myself down it too. I was that embarrassed.
The horrific night ended with me making a "number three" in front of all the girls, while extolling the virtues of being a girl.
"I love being a girl!....I love being a girl!....I love being a girl!" I was forced to repeat over and over, as I got myself off.
And I was given a sleeping bag and a pillow and sent to a corner for the night. It was a fitful, restless sleep.
In the morning, I was glad to be quickly rediapered and babied up and dispatched back to Camp Sissy Curls. No breakfast for me, which I was happy about.
As I stepped from Blackbird cabin, girls were making their way to breakfast. Thankfully, not Penny. They giggled and teased as I waddled along.
Alone, midway through the path connecting the two camps, I heard Penny's voice from behind. She had been waiting for me.
"Hold up Steph!"
"Please leave me alone Penny!"
"Don't be like that Stephie!" She replied, as she took my hand. "Are you okay honey?"
"Well....more okay now that it's over, I guess you could say." I moaned. "You must have seen me?" And a tear ran down my face.
"I only saw you briefly, outside weeding the garden. I skipped dinner to avoid you....I'm so sorry for you sweetheart!"
"Thanks for that Penny!"
"We gotta do something about this Steph!!!"
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part40
The third week of camp began pretty calmy and quietly. Volunteer visits from Penny. Billie Jean doing his best to get through his final week of baby punishment. Felicity too, but with more enthusiasm and zeal.
A couple of stints for me at the chalkboard in messy diapers during the evening movie. A lot of the usual stuff.
Probably the most embarrassing moment came Thursday morning, when I walked from the shower, all cleaned up from a poopy night, with a towel wrapped around my waist.
Penny had just walked into the nursery. Bernice and Betty were busy tending to Billie Jean and Felicity.
"Penny, be a luv, diaper and dress Stephie. Would you please?" Bernice called.
"Sure Miss Baldwin."
"No!!!" I squealled.
Bernice glanced back at me over her shoulder, with a look of "what difference does it make".
Penny just crossed her eyes in a glare at me.
I got the message. Can't break our "cover".
"C'mon Stephie, up on the changing table. Bum up!" She said.
I took a deep breath. I had no choice.
I sobbed as quietly as I could, in great embarrassment, as Penny unwrapped the towel and exposed my bare bum.
I shuddered and tensed, as she rubbed diaper rash ointment on my fanny. It was so humiliating to have my girlfriend do this!
She leaned down and softly whispered in my ear. "It's okay Steph. Nothing I haven't seen or felt before." She tried to sooth.
But it didn't help to relieve my embarrassment.
With babypowder sprinkled, she flipped me over to do my front.
And I was in real agony now! I was bone hard, very bone hard! She was, afterall, the true girl of my dreams.
As she powdered away in the front, it felt wonderful. But equally awful too, given the circ-umstances.
I was glad to be finally diapered and pantied and dressed.
On Friday afternoon, I got the word from Penny that "Swan" cabin was my sleepover on Saturday. At least it wasn't Penny's cabin. I gave Penny my usual warning to avoid me at all costs.
And Saturday after lunch, I knocked on the door of Swan cabin.
I was immediately beset by a horde of girls, eager to undress and redress me. They went about me almost as if I was a thing and not a person; like a piece of work on an assembly line. They spoke very little directly to me, except one asked if my diapers were dry and clean, which they were.
They stripped me down to absolutely nothing but my Depends. They even undid my hairbows and braids.
"Okay girls, " said one, "our little sissyboy's ready to be dressed!"
I started to balk, only to be brought back in tow with threats of a spanking and full-time Sunnyvale. Full-time Sunnyvale really had me over a barrel.
Pink tights were snaked up my legs and over my diapers. My rhumba panties were restored.
"The pink accents of his panties are perfect!" One girl gushed.
A classic style, pink ballet tutu was next. The tutu's very frilled bodice had a "V" neck and arm puffs. The skirt was tier'd pink organdy and rested at a right angle to the floor, atop my rhumba panties. Pink, Capezio ballet slippers were next.
I was then seated in front of a mirror for hair and makeup.
"Ouchhhhh!!!" I cried, as a girl pulled my hair up into a very tight bun on the top of my head.
"Shut up, ballerina boy!!!" She yelled, as she secured it tightly in place with a rubber band and covered it with a pink crochet bun cover.
Lots of pink accented makeup and lipgloss followed. Little spit curls were pulled down to dangle in front of my ears. A spritz of perfume, and I was ready.
I was stood up and the cabin applauded and cheered and laughed at the little ballerina boy in front of them.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part41
A girl named Sonya then took charge. "Okay girls, let's get little ballerina boy here over to the dance studio for a quick, crash course in ballet." She said and added. "Gotta get him ready for his performance tonight. Time's a wastin'!"
Oh dear God, I thought....performance!!! And where was this dance studio? Off camp perhaps???
Sonya and most of the Swan girls walked me over to the dance studio which, thankfully, was just a room off the Sunnyvale rec center.
I waddled along wearing my maryjanes and carrying my ballet slippers in hand. And my outfit felt unbelievably weird and strange. Strange that it felt strange, given the myriad of ridiculously frilly, sissy outfits I'd been adorned in over the past year. But it was weird! The skirt of the tutu was more like some kind of giant, poufie belt. Or like the rings around Saturn. It did absolutely nothing to cover ANYTHING below my waist.
But I'd seen pictures of ballerinas before and knew this was the norm. The norm for a female, at least! And it definitely didn't stop me from being very embarrassed by my great over-exposure!
And it was particularly humiliating when a group of girls approached us as we walked. And Penny was in the group. The group was actually pretty benign toward me. Just giggles. And Penny just totally looked away from me, thank God.
Turns out, Sonya was a gifted student of ballet. Her mom even ran a small ballet school. My "crash course" in ballet included something Sonya called "the five positions of the feet" and ballet poses called "Arabesques and attitudes" and of course, the ever popular "pirouette". I practiced them with the help of the barre and mirror until dinner time.
And I performed them all absolutely horribly, no surprise! But that didn't matter to the girls.
"Just so he get's the gist of it!" Sonya said, at one point.
More like the "jest" of it! They wanted my dancing to look as foolish and ridiculous as the rest of me, of course.
At dinner, I sat at the Swan table with my face buried and hoped Penny wasn't nearby or watching. I didn't eat. No appetite, of course. I just listened to the horror of taunting and teasing.
I also was told that I'd be the "opening act" before the Satrurday night movie in the Sunnyvale rec center.
"That'll beat the Blackbird 'French Maid' thing last week!" I heard one Swan girl exclaim.
.....Off stage of the rec center, a CD player was turned on. It played an endless loop of the overture of Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake". Appropriate!
A large, velvet, white face mask was placed on me. Anonymity from the flashing cameras.
"Out ya go ballerina boy. Break a leg!!!" Sonya chuckled, as she shoved me on stage.
I wanted more than a broken leg. I wanted to drown in "Swan Lake".
I ballet danced, if you could call it that, to the loudest roar of laughter that I'd ever heard!!! I was the epitome of sissydom!!! And worst of all, Penny had to be watching!
And as the overture repeated on and on, and I danced on and on, I started to wet and poop myself, out of fear and horror really.
When the music finally stopped, my tights were soaked with brown colored pee.
And I just RAN!!! I didn't bother with my maryjanes. I didn't care about my clothes back at Swan cabin. I didn't give a hoot about getting in trouble with Ms Roberts. I just RAN for my life to the only place I could, in my condition.
And I didn't stop at all, until I reached the nursery back at Sissy Curls, totally out of breath.
My ballet slippers and the brown soaked feet of my tights were in shreads, as were my nerves.
"Ohhhh Stephie!!!" Bernice moaned. And despite my stench, she put her arm around me and walked me into the nursery. "C'mon sweetheart, let's get you into a tub and into bed. I'll send for your clothes tomorrow."
And God love her, she spent the rest of the evenining ministering to me. And God knows, I needed it!
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part42
I woke up Sunday morning, still totally drained and exhausted from the night before. I dragged myself to the shower to get cleaned up. I'd wet myself over night. And as I showered, I contemplated what Ms Roberts might do to me because of my quick exit from Sunnyvale last night.
I stepped from the bathroom, wrapped in my towel, and sat on the changing table for diapering and dressing. I was the only baby girl in the nursery now. Felicity and Billie Jean had done their time.
Bernice soon came over and frowned. "You still look pretty wiped out sweet pea!" And she gave my cheek a caress in sympathy.
I yawned. "Yeah." And that was all the energy I could muster.
"I'll tell you what Steph!" She said with a smile. "How'd you like to be a girl today? Just a girl! Fourteen years old....not a baby girl!"
"Sure!" My spirits perked up. "That'd be great! But what will Ms Roberts say about that?"
"Nothing! She's been out of camp all weekend and won't be back 'til sometime on Tuesday. So you can just be a normal teenage girl today! Tomorrow too, for that matter." She exclaimed.
"A normal teenage girl" would, normally, seem to be a conflict in terms to most. But to me, it wasn't. It was a God send!
"But I don't wanna get in even more trouble with her than I'll surely be in over last night." I said.
"True about last night Steph!" Bernice sighed. "But she won't argue about me letting you be just a regular girl for a couple of days. She never over-rules me on things like that. And God knows, you sure deserve a break!"
"Yeah, no kiddin'!" I groaned.
"Speaking of a break, when camp ends, will you get to go back to being a boy again? One hundred percent, all of the time?" She asked.
"Yes!!!" I REALLY exclaimed. "I can't wait!"
Twenty minutes later, I smiled as I walked, not waddled, to breakfast. And I relished in the feel of my panties, bra, pleated skirt and camp T-shirt. My simple, "scrunchied" ponytail felt equally wonderful too!
Normally, that would sound perverse. But not in my case, under my circ-umstances.
And at breakfast, I didn't sit in my highchair. Highchairs were for babies!
On the way back to the nursery, I pondered what I might do next. It was a nice, sunny and warm day. I hoped I wouldn't be confined to my playpen outisde. I wasn't a baby, after all, for now.
Inside, I asked Bernice. " Would it be okay if I just went for a little walk around the camp?"
"Sure Stephie. Sounds like a good idea. Just stay in the camp!" She replied.
"Thanks, I will."
And as I started to turn for the door, I heard Penny's voice. "Wow!!! Well just look at you Stephie!!!" And Penny had a broad smile on her face.
And I actually put my hands on my hips and started to give them a little twirl, with a girlish pose. But I abruptly stopped, realizing that all
this "girlie" stuff was becoming way too second nature to me.
"Where are you off to Steph?" Penny asked.
"Goin' for a little walk. " I replied.
"Miss Baldwin, can I..........." But Penny was cut off by Bernice.
"Sure Penny, you can go with her." Bernice said. "Nothing to do here in the nursery anyhow. No babies! Felicity and Billie Jean are done. And Stephie's a regular girl for today and tomorrow."
"Wow, great! Thanks Miss Baldwin." Penny exclaimed.
"Have fun girls!" Bernice called, as we walked out the door.
Outside, Penny asked. "What gives? What's up Steph?"
"Ms Roberts is away 'til Tuesday and Bernice is giving me a break. A 'baby' break!"
"She's a real sweetie Steph!"
"Yeah, I know. I don't know how I could survive here, if it weren't for the two of you!"
"Thanks Steph!"
"Yeah, but the 'you know what' will hit the fan when Ms Roberts comes back on Tuesday. No tellin' what she'll do to me for running away from Sunnyvale last night!" I groaned. "Probably full time there for me!"
"Oh....maybe not Stephie. Besides, just enjoy the here and now!" She tried to cheer me up.
As we walked, I started to whimper and asked. "Penny, I'm so ashamed!!! You had to have seen me all dressed up as a little....well.... you know?"
I just couldn't bring myself to say "ballerina" for some reason.
"Ohhh....," and she took a deep breath, "don't worry about that sweetheart. It's not like you had any choice!"
And then she corrected herself. "Well....actually you did have a choice!And you took it. You got the hell out of there!"
And she stopped and looked me in the eye. "And it was your only choice. And it was brave of you to take it!"
"Running away isn't brave Penny!" I cried, with little solace. "And Ms Roberts will see that I pay for it!"
"Well then, it was the 'smart' thing to do Steph!" She argued. "Now c'mon....just enjoy being a regular, normal girl for awhile!"
"There's nothing NORMAL about me Penny!"
"You know what I meant....Stephen!"
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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.
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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!!!"
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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!"
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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!
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part64
The afternoon passed pretty uneventfully, thank goodness. And the cabin seemed to be divided into two camps, regarding me.
One group, who tended to leave me alone and go about their own business, almost as if I wasn't there. Though I did feel a sense of disdain from many of them, even skepticism, like Anne Marie.
The other group, for whatever reasons, seemed to embrace me. Again, as if I was their cute, pretty, little baby sister. They didn't judge me. They just wanted to play with the pretty, little baby girl in their midst.
But at least, there was no group of sadistic tormentors.
I had to play it cool with the endearing group of girls. I didn't want to go "too over the top", as Penny had warned me. Many was the time when I'd glance at Penny for a cue or signal as to what to do, and what to not do.
When they stood me up, wanting to inspect me more closely, my undergarments in particular, I glanced at Penny. She gave me a quick, little nod of okay, and I bit the bullet and lifted up my dress and petticoats so they could marvel at my well padded, frilly rhumba panties and all.
One girl exclaimed. "I can't believe you're really a boy! Can we see if you really are?" And she reached for the front of my diapers and rhumbas.
I quickly glanced at Penny, who was standing behind the group. And she, thankfully, gave a little nod of "no".
I let go of my dress and petties and replied. "No....please no!"
And the girl didn't push the issue. But I did have to submit to some twirls and "dress play" and general, overall girlish primping and prancing. But it was pretty mild stuff for me.
As dinner time approached, I felt the call of Mother Nature and asked the girls. "Can I please use the bathroom?"
"Sure sweetie," one replied, "no one's in there. The coast is clear."
"Oh, can't he do it in his diapers like a little baby girl?" Another girl pleaded.
Penny stepped right in. "No, you heard what Anne Marie said about that!"
As I waddled for the bathroom, I heard someone exclaim. "I don't know how he's gonna do his business wearing all that pouf!" And she giggled a little.
But she was right. It took a lot of time and effort to manage my dress and petticoats and pull down my diapers and rhumbas, so I could sit down and do my business. But it sure was a lot better than wetting and pooping myself.
Dinner was no fun, of course. But at least, it wasn't as hellish as the times before.
I got a good share of "ruff, ruffs" from lots of the girls. "Where's your collar and leash, poodle boy?"...."What, no doggie dish?" Crap like that.
I was seated, just like the rest of the cabin, at the Turtle Dove table. And one of the "doves" kindly offered to go through the line and bring me my dinner, to spare me further ridicule. I appreciated the thoughtful gesture.
Midway through supper, Renee---the Bird-dog counselor, walked over to our table.
"Just what exactly is your theme for the sissyboy tonight???" She asked the table.
Penny spoke right up. "Our theme is....", and she thought a moment, "our theme is....kindness and compassion!"
Renee was quite miffed by that and grumbled. "That's no fun! What a bunch of whimps!" And she walked away in a huff.
After dinner, it was back to Turtle Dove, for a quiet evening in the cabin. Penny and I wound up playing Monopoly with two other girls. As we played, Penny and the two other girls just chatted on with me like I was just one of the girls. When they talked about boys, it was as if they'd totally forgotten that I actually was one. It was disconcerting, but a heck of a lot better than any other Saturday nights at Sunnyvale.
Around nine, the four of us tired of Monopoly and put the game away. Most of the girls in the cabin were starting their nightly, girly rituals of setting their hair, removing their makeup, moisturizing, applying nail polish to their finger and toe nails and so on. Some were showering and changing for bed. And most went about their routines, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was aboy.
But Anne Marie wasn't oblivious to the fact. She gave a stern warning to the girls to dress in "modest nitegowns....no Baby Dolls or Teddies"---her actual words.
Penny realized that I was kind of at a loss as to what to do with myself and she suggested. ""Why don't you get your night clothes and go out on the screened in porch and change in private there. I'm gonna get ready for bed now."
"I can't." I replied.
"Why not Steph?" She asked. "No one will see you out there. Just leave the porch light off."
"It's not that Penny." And I explained. "I didn't bring anything to change into!"
"Oh....well you can't sleep in your baby dress and petticoats Steph!"
"Yeah, I can. I guess I'll have to."
"Nonsense Steph. I'll give you one of my nitegowns to wear to bed!"
"No!!!" I practically screamed, drawing a lot of attention from the cabin.
Penny just glared at me in disbelief, and after a moment or two, the cabin girls went back to what they were doing.
"Why on Earth not Stephie?" She whispered, in a disgruntled sort of way.
"Because....just because. I can't explain it here Penny!"
"Okay then....out on the porch Stephie." She softly ordered. "You can explain yourself out there!"
She took me by the hand and marched me to the door. And a few girls gave us curious looks, obviously about our sudden departure.
"Sissybaby here needs a good talking to about minding his manners!" She told them.
Outside on the porch, she shut off the light for privacy and whispered. "I'm sorry about the 'sissybaby' thing Steph. I was just trying to keep our cover."
"I know that." I moaned.
"Good....now what's all the fuss about me lending you one of my nitegowns for tonight. You can't sleep in that outfit!"
A couple of tears started to trickle down my face, as I muttered. "I don't want to be a transvestite."
"A trans....what???"
"Shhh!" And I put my finger to my lips and said in a hush. "A transvestite."
There was enough moonlight for me to see a real look of bewilderment on her face. And I explained. "A transvestite...a cross-dresser!"
Now she was really perplexed. "Stephie, you've been a cross-dresser for over a year now!"
"Yeah, but that's not what I'm talking about Penny." I argued. "The idea of wearing YOUR clothes....well....I just can't even bear the thought of it. I mean....I just couldn't disgrace you....or myself, by doing that! I couldn't live with myself. I couldn't face you again. I'd be a true cross-dresser!"
I knew it all sounded pretty nonsensical to her. It actually wasn't all that clear in my mind either. But it was the one last boundary that I wasn't going to step across.
And she smiled. And a glimmer of enlightenment seemed to come across her face.
She looked around and caressed my cheek. "Oh Stephen, you're such a dear, sweet boy. And that's part of why I love you so much!"
And she gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "Wait here. I'll be right back. I got the perfect solution to your cross-dressing dilemma!"
And she was back in, pretty much, a flash. She was carrying a bag. She opened the bag and pulled out a garment and held it out for me to see.
"My aunt gave me this silly, frumpy nitegown for my birthday. I've NEVER worn it, and never WILL!"
And she put it in my hands and exclaimed. "See, the tags are still on it!" And she yanked them off. "Put it on Stephen, and I'll put it in the trash tomorrow. I promise!"
God, she seemed to have the answer for everything, I thought.
As she opened the door and stepped back into the cabin, she called loudly over her shoulder to me. "Now do as I tell you Stephanie and don't argue with me and put that on!!!"
Good cover, I thought.
And a few minutes later, as I stepped back into the cabin, a lot of the girls tittered. And I understood why. The nitegown was silly and frumpy. But at least, it did a pretty good job of hiding my diaper bulge.
The night wore down and I was given a bed off in a corner, by myself, to sleep in. And I did manage to fall asleep fairly quickly. It had been a reasonably benign night, in terms of Sunnyvale sleepovers at least. And I wasn't wet and poopy. And wouldn't be!
But just before dawn, I woke up with a jolt, in a cold sweat, from a nightmare. I'd dreamt that I was standing on a stage somewhere, in front of a huge, applauding audience. I was dressed to the "little girl nines" in my pageant outfit from PB. And I was crying.
A girl stood behind me, pinning a sequined, silver tiara crown into my long, flowing curls. Another girl stood next to me, in a long, white pageant gown, holding a very large trophy.
A third girl approached me carrying a sash. She draped it over my head and down across my chest. The printing on it read: "Little Miss Whimpy Wuss---2007".
I'd woken from the nightmare, as I started to sashay down the catwalk, holding a big bouquet of roses in my arms.
I spent the next hour, until the cabin started to stir, pondering my whole situation. The whole past horrific year of my life.
And when the cabin was up and ready, Penny came up with some sort of excuse for taking back to Sissy Curls for breakfast. That was break for me.
In the middle of the path back, we paused as always.
"See sweetheart, I told you it'd be okay!" And Penny gave me a long, passionate kiss. "I love you Stephen!"
"Yeah....I'm Stephen!!!" I replied.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part65
Penny left me off outside the nursery. She didn't stick around---something about getting back to Sunnyvale for a volleyball tournament between the cabins.
In the nursery, Bernice and Betty had their hands full getting the Sugar Plum and Buttercup babies ready for their day. I wondered if another M.O.M.M.Y. parade at the Mall was in the works for them again this afternoon.
Sundays, well Sunday mornings at least, had become a traditional day of rest for me after a Sunnyvale sleepover, thanks to Bernice. A diaperless time in "normal" teenage girl clothes. I said nothing and just changed from my baby gear into a simple top and khaki, girl shorts. And I was hungry and went to the mess hall for a quick bit of breakfast.
I soon returned to find Bernice and Betty still busy finishing up getting the babies ready for the day. But I also found Lisa standing there in the nursery now!
She was holding a hanger with my PB pageant dress and she was waiting for me. She grumbled about my obvious lack of diapers and a skirt or a dress.
"You're supposed to be in diapers and dresses, twenty four seven, sissyboy!!!" She groused. "Strip!" And she pointed to a vacant changing table. "I'll diaper you!"
"Please, I can do it myself!" I told her.
"I know you can sissybaby. " She snarled. "But I want to watch you squirm while I diaper you!"
"Whatever gets you off Lisa!!!" I defiantly replied.
She was non too happy with my response and she glared at me. "Just shut up and strip, pansy!"
I walked over to the changing table and stripped to nothing but my panties.
"Those too!" She ordered.
I peeled my panties off and said, in a "coc-ky" manner, "like what you see Lisa!!!"
"Ooooh...." she groweled in anger, "up on the table and keep that sassy, smart-aleck mouth of yours shut!!!"
For once, I was glad to have my prolific member perversely wagging in her face in taunt.
"God, you're pathetic!" She exclaimed, as she powdered me. "You're nothing but a whimpy little wuss!!!"
Diapered and rhumba pantied, she stood me back up and said. "Your diapers are just for looks, at least for this afternoon anyhow."
And she handed me the hanger with my pageant dress.
"Put this on." She ordered. "Betty and I are taking the sissybabies for another Sunday Mall walk with the M.O.M.M.Y. group. And you're gonna come along to pass out PB flyers to the mothers!" And she gave me a devilish sneer.
"But....." and I paused in my initial panic, thought for a moment, and grinned a little. And I simply replied, "okay Lisa."
She looked at me in surprise. And I changed into my pageant outfit.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part66
Lisa primped me a little, smoothing my pageant dress over my petties and adjusting the matching hairbows in my braid loops.
Satisfied, she exclaimed. "The shuttle bus leaves for the Mall at one o'clock sharp. Be there, you little sissy whimp!"
"Okay Lisa." I answered.
Lisa gave just me a very curious look and shook her head and left the nursery.
The Mall trip weighed heavily on my mind for the rest of the morning and through lunch.
But after lunch, on the shuttle ride to the Mall, I found it hard to focus. The Sugar Plum and Buttercup babies were crying miserably and complaining and pitifully pleading to not be publicly humiliated there again. But of course, it fell on the deaf ears of Betty and Lisa.
I opened my purse and triple checked for everything I needed.
The bus dropped us off outside the main entrance. Lisa handed me the remaining stack of PB flyers and she and Betty reined the babies.
We all entered and Betty and Lisa quickly hustled us past the live, local, Sunday afternoon TV show that was again being broadcast.
Betty steered us to where we'd met up with "Mommy" last Sunday. And before long, "Mommy" was in sight ahead of us.
As we neared the group, I stopped and bent over, holding my stomach. And I groaned loudly. "Oh no!!!"
Lisa and Betty held up on the baby reins and Lisa grumbled. "What the hell's the matter with you Stephie?"
"Oh, please no!!!" I groaned again and added. "I gotta get to a bathroom. And quick!!!" And I started to do a little "diaper dance".
"Oh God, you freakin' little sissy wuss!" Lisa snarled. "Didn't you go before we left camp?"
"Yeah....but....DIARRHEA!" And I danced about even more.
"Oh Hell!" Lisa yelled. "You can't pass out flyers in wet, crappy, diarrhea diapers! Get going and find a bathroom and catch back up with us."
"Okay Lisa." And I handed her my flyers and dashed off back the way we came from.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part67
In the main atrium, where the live, local TV show was being broadcast, I stopped and reached into my purse for my sunglasses and put them on.
Rows of occupied chairs in front of the set formed a makeshift studio audience. The show was currently on a commercial break.
I scouted around as inconspicuously as I possibly could. Two TV cameras were focused on the set. Some kind of cooking segment seemed to be in the works.
I made my way around to the back of the set, as close as I could get. I looked for an opportune place and point and found one. The show was back live from the commercial break now.
I took a very deep breath, grit my teeth, pushed my sunglasses back up on my nose, and whispered to myself. "I'm Stephen....and I'm not going to be a whimpy wuss anymore!"
I pushed aside a barrier and ran, as fast as I could, up on stage. In the bead of the two cameras, I lowered my face for anonymity.
And I clearly and loudly exclaimed. "My name is Stephanie, but I'm really a BOY! And I'm being held against my will at Camp Sissy Curls! Please help me!"
And I shot off the stage like a bullet, to the sounds of gasps from everyone around. And I didn't stop until I found a Ladies Room, way far away from the TV show.
I stepped into a stall and locked the door behind me. But I wasn't there for any sort of diarrhea problem, of course. That had just been a clever excuse on my part.
I took a minute to catch my breath and compose myself. And I marveled at how smoothly my whole plan was going, so far anyway.
Settled down, I opened my purse and took out my cell phone and a slip of paper with the nursery phone number on it. And I called.
"Hello, Bernice?" I said.
"Yes!" She replied.
"It's Stephie. I got a little bit of a problem, I'm afraid."
"What's wrong? And how and where are you calling from Stephie?"
"I gotta make this quick Bernice. I'm in a Ladies Room at the Mall. I'm on a cell phone that a nice lady let me use." I was covering all the bases. Cell phones were forbidden at Sissy Curls, after all.
"So, what's the problem Steph?" Bernice inquired again.
"I....I got a real bad case of 'the runs'! Lisa sent me off to find a restroom so I wouldn't mess my diapers. And she told me to catch up with her and the rest of the group when I was done."
"Well, did you mess your diapers Steph?"
"No, I didn't....yet! I made it to the toilet in time....this time! But I'm afraid I'll mess myself if I try to hook back up with them, wherever they might be now. I really got the runs bad! I know I won't make it through the afternoon in clean diapers!"
"So, how can I help you Stephie?"
"Call Lisa or Betty on their cell phone and explain the situation. I don't have their numbers, but you must!"
"I got Betty's number. " Bernice said. "I'll give it to you and YOU can call her."
"I can't." And I thought quickly on my feet. "This kind lady's waiting for me! And her cell phone battery is running low. Tell Betty what happened and that I'm gonna hail a cab and get back, as quickly as I can, to the nursery. Hopefully, in clean diapers!"
"I'll send out the shuttle for you Steph!"
"No....a cab will be faster. I got money for it from my job at the dress shop."
"How about I have Lisa or Betty escort you back?" Bernice suggested.
"That's not necessary. They got their hands full with the six babies." I argued. "And besides....I'm not really a baby or a little girl, you know! I can come back on my own."
"Well.... okay Stephie. I'll call Betty and explain and look to see you back here soon."
"Thanks Bernice, see ya in a bit."
I put my cell phone back in my purse. My plan was going great, so far.
With another deep breath, I stepped out of the stall and the restroom and made my way for the nearest Mall exit. Fortunately, I was able to hail a cab pretty quickly.
I stepped into the back of the cab and sat down. The cabbie looked in the rear view mirror at me and chuckled. "Where to princess?"
"Do you know where Camp Sissy Curls is?" I asked.
"Yup, I do." And he laughed and asked. "Are you one of those....a....uhm....one of those 'campers' there?"
I was feeling pretty coc-ky now, and probably foolishly so. And I looked at his face in the rear view mirror and said. "What do you think?" And I blew him a kiss.
It was stupid of me, but it kept him quiet for the rest of the ride.
At camp, I had the cabbie drop me off well before the nursery. I wanted time to walk there, so I could wet and poop my diapers and make my plight all the more plausible to Bernice.
As I walked and pooped, I hoped my plan would continue to work so well.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part68
Inside the nursery, Bernice looked up from a pile of disposable diapers she was stacking on a shelf. "Glad you got back here so quickly." She exclaimed, and then she sniffed the air. ""Smells like you could use these!" And she held up a couple of the disposables.
I showered and she rediapered me and put me in rhumbas and a baby dress and all. And I was left to my own devices.
The nursery was quiet. Lisa and Betty wouldn't be back from the Mall with the babies until just before dinner time probably.
I spent the time mostly just sitting in my crib, wondering when and what, exactly, the repercussions would be from my fifteen "seconds" of fame on TV.
Around 4:30, Lisa and Betty and the "diaper half dozen" returned. The babies looked wretched; crying miserably, many stinking, and all obviously exhausted from running the sissy gauntlet.
Lisa walked over to me and glared and yelled. "Get outta your crib sissyboy!!!"
I said nothing, and got out. I wondered if she had any idea, at this point, of what I'd actually done at the Mall.
"How dare you come back to camp without my permission!" She hollered in my face. "You should have come and gotten me! I oughta have you pass out the flyers tomorrow at the Mall....in nothing but your DIAPERS!!!"
She seemed unaware of me and the TV program, and I responded. "But.."
She quickly cut me off. "But nothing!!! And speaking of BUTTS....bend over sissy!!!" And she reached into her purse for a hairbrush.
I very coldly and very calculatedly stared her down and warned her. "You know....the last time you tried to spank me, the shoe wound up on the other foot! And the hairbrush will wind up on the other butt again this time too!!!"
She was seething with anger and shoved the hairbrush back in her purse. And she slapped me, with all her might, across my face.
It really jolted me. And I raised my hand, to return fire, but caught myself and held up. Boys....MEN....don't hit women.
"Okay, okay, that's it!!!" Bernice shouted, as she rushed over to the two of us and pushed us apart. "I'm not gonna be a referee at some hockey game!"
Bernice looked at me. "Get back into your crib Stephie!" She yelled.
Then at Lisa. "Get outta here Lisa and back to your cabin!" She yelled again.
We both obeyed.
Lisa left. And a small round of applause arose from the wretched, stinky babies. It was heady stuff for me. I'd have to try to stay cool about it all.
After dinner, at the start of the rec center movie, Betty and Lisa approached me. Neither said a word. The daggers from their eyes were enough.
Betty just handed me a piece of chalk and a slip of paper and pointed to the chalkboard.
The slip of paper read: "I'm sorry, Lisa and Betty, for being a naughty, little sissybaby."
I dropped the piece of chalk to the floor and crushed it under my foot, as I tore the slip of paper into shreds. And I just left the rec center, with no argument from Lisa or Betty.
As I headed back for the nursery, I saw a police cruiser, followed by a van, pulling into the administration building parking lot. The van had bold, blue letters across it...."WSYS--channel 8 NEWS".
I expected the boom to drop, but I went to bed hearing nothing. It was a restless night.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part69
Bright and early Monday morning, Bernice informed me that I wasn't headed for my job at the dress shop. Instead, I was expected in Ms Roberts' office right after breakfast.
"I don't know what's up Stephie, but Ms Roberts sounded really angry when she called me this morning!" Bernice warned me.
The warning wasn't really necessary. I knew it was time for the boom to drop today.
Dressed and diapered in all my baby gear, I waddled off alone to the cafeteria.
As I nervously nibbled at my breakfast, I resigned to myself that whatever the repercussions from yesterday might be, it was worth it, to take a stand.
After breakfast, I made for Ms Roberts' office. No police cruiser or News van in the parking lot this time.
I stepped into her office. She was alone.
The look on her face was as cold and calculated as mine must have been yesterday with Lisa.
"Well Stephanie....," and she glared at me and snarled, "you must be pretty pleased with yourself and your little TV appearance at the Mall yesterday?"
I knew it was a rhetorical question. But coc-kiness got the better of me and I replied, with a curtsey and a grin, "yes Ms Roberts!" A red flag in front of the raging bull.
But, to my surprise, she remained fairly cool, calm, and collected. And she picked up a stapled set of two or three papers from her desktop and held them up.
"This is your camp registration, signed by both of your parents!" And she sneered mightily at me. "You're not being held....AGAINST YOUR WILL HERE! And that was good enough for the Centerville police last night!"
I started to cringe. And she laughed and cackled. "Besides, Felicity's mother is the Centerville assistant chief of police!"
I gulped and she continued.
"As to your little TV escapade....well....I own a lot of shares in WSYS!" She gloated. "And I told them, after talking with the police first, that you were actually a Sunnyvale camper pulling a prank. And that you would be punished for it. And they accepted that."
Oh hell, I thought. My "stand" was becoming Custer's last now.
But then, she tipped her hand.
"Stephanie, you've become a potentially dangerous liability for Camp Sissy Curls. And you're not worth it!"
My spirits started to perk up.
And she picked up another piece of paper from her desk. "This is a letter of apology to WSYS, saying that you're a camper from Sunnyvale who pulled a stupid, ridiculous prank. Sign it....and I'll have your parents here to pick you up and take you home, as soon as possible!"
"S. Crandall", I quickly signed.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part70
I quickly exited Ms Roberts' office, without a further word spoken between us. I didn't head back to the nursery. I wanted some time to think things over, so I just wandered around camp.
I was certainly pleased with the results of my "TV escapade". My victory wasn't a huge one, nor did I really expect that. I hadn't brought the "walls of Jericho" down. But I had stood up like a man against the sissy system. And I was quite proud of that. And at least, I'd be getting out of the sissy hell of camp a few weeks early. And I could look Penny in the eye with greater self-esteem. It was a victory for me!
As I waddled around camp, I felt the need to pee. I walked into a bathroom in the rec center, stepped into a stall, hiked up my dress and petties and tugged my rhumba panties down to my ankles. And with a smile on my face, I yanked off my multiple diapers and peed in the pot and tossed the disposables in the trash. No more diapers for me now!
And I glimpsed at myself in the bathroom mirror and smiled again, as I took out my barrettes and hair ribbons and undid my braid loops and just left my long dangling over my shoulders.
Outside the rec center, I saw Lisa not far away from me and coming toward me. I held my head high. And when she caught sight of me, she actually made an about face and hurried off. A seemingly small thing perhaps! But a significant encounter for me.
I decided to take an early lunch in the cafeteria and was the first one in line. With lunch tray in hand, I found a secluded small table and sat down alone. As hungry campers started to file in, I wondered how much, if any, the word had gotten around about what I'd done yesterday at the Mall.
I did get a few thumbs up and head nods and smiles from a number of boys.
With lunch done, I carried my tray to the return window and I heard a boy softly exclaim, as I passed by him, "way to go Crandall!"
The word was getting around.
I decided it was time to head back to the nursery. And I was surprised to find it totally empty. No Sugar Plum or Buttercup babies anywhere. No Betty. No Penny. Only Bernice, who smiled when she saw me.
"Where are the six babies?" I asked her.
"Ms Roberts let 'em off the hook." She replied. "They're back to being teenage girls now. And thanks, in no small part, to you Stephie!"
"You know about the TV thing at the Mall now Bernice?"
"Yup, Ms Roberts told me all about it this morning." Bernice replied. "What you did shook her up a bit. That's probably why she eased up on the babies, and it's definitely why she's sending you home Stephie."
"Wow!"
"You rocked her boat more than you might think." Bernice continued. "And between you and me and the wall....she even mentioned something about only allowing campers here, next year, who truly WANT to be girls!"
And Bernice put her hands on my shoulders and looked down at me with a smile . "Again, just between us....you should be very proud of yourself for what you did!"
"Thanks Bernice. " And I hugged her.
She gave me a bear hug back and said. "I got a little present for you Stephie....I mean....STEPHEN!"
And she walked over to her desk and opened a drawer and took out a stack of clothes.
"They're not actually your own clothes. " She said. "You came to camp this summer already a girl. They're leftovers from previous campers. But they're clean and should fit you. Why don't you go change!"
"Oh God, yes!!! Thanks Bernice!" I exclaimed, as I took the pile from her out stretched hands.
Five minutes later, I stood in front of Bernice beaming. Khaki shorts, WITH A ZIPPER IN THE FRONT, over boys jockey briefs. A pair of guys sandals and a T-shirt with the "NY Yankees" emblem across the front.
"C'mon Stephen." Bernice said, putting her arm around my shoulder. And she lead me into the small beauty salon off the nursery and sat me in the styling chair and tied a cape around me. The last time I'd sat in that chair was the the first day at camp last summer, for a sausage curl permanent.
She stood behind me and held up a long pair of scissors in the mirror.
"Well???" She smiled.
"Yes please!!!"
"Are you sure Stephen?" She chuckled. "It's so long and lovely!"
"Oh God yeah!!!"
But before she started to cut away at it, she said. "I know you don't take this as a compliment Stephen, but your hair is actually quite long and thick and beautiful. And it would be a shame to waste."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, if it's okay with you, I'd like to donate it to 'Locks of Love' Stephen." She explained. "Girls cut their long hair and donate it to be used to make wigs for women and girls who are fighting cancer and undergoing chemotherapy."
And I could see in the mirror, a small tear forming in the corner of her eye.
And I have to admit, I formed one too.
"Sure Bernice! Just please make sure it's an anonymous donation."
"I will Stephen." She smiled.
Bernice fussed with my hair for the better part of an hour. She carefully cut it with scissors first, saving all that she could. Then she finished up with an electric razor and for the first time in well over a year, I had a typical boys haircut. Nothing that could be braided or permed or have ribbons tied into.
With the weight of the hair off my shoulders, I felt like the weight of the world was off them too!
As she brushed me off and untied the cape, I asked. "When do I go home Bernice?"
"I'm not sure exactly, but I know it will be sometime tomorrow."
I was hoping for today, but I could wait 'til tomorrow.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part71
I got up from the styling chair and walked to a full length mirror. I smiled, as I relished at the reflection of the boy looking back at me.
"Uhm....Bernice, am I free to do what I want now?" I asked.
She laughed and said. "Yeah, I guess so, within reason. Just don't run away!" She warned, though really in jest.
"Thanks. No need to now!" I replied.
I grabbed my cell phone from my toiletries bag and hid it in my pocket and headed outside. One phone message from Penny. She'd just called a few minutes before and I immediately returned it.
"Hi Penny!"
"Stephen, I've been worried sick about you! Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"I just heard at lunch today about you and the Mall and that TV show yesterday. Did you really jump out in front of the cameras and...."
"Yeah," I interrupted her, "I did!"
"Oh my God! You must be in a ton of hot water!"
"Actually, no Penny....I'm not!"
"You're kidding! I figured Ms Roberts would have drawn and quartered you by now!"
"I'm fine Penny, actually better than fine!"
"I wanna see you, I'm coming right over!"
"Hold your horses Penny, I want to see you too! But I don't want to see you here at camp!"
"Okay, let's meet half way on the path between our camps."
"No Penny, I don't want to see you anywhere around either camp!" And I thought for a moment and then blurted out. "Let's meet at the Mall!"
"At the Mall!!!" She practically shouted over the phone. "Are you nuts???You hate that place. And after what you did there yesterday...."
"Just listen Penny! Trust me. You always tell me to trust you! Now it's your turn to trust me! I want some time together, away from Sissy Curls and Sunnyvale. Can you find a way to get to the Mall?"
"Well....why don't we both just try to catch a shuttle bus together from your camp or mine Stephen?"
"No Penny, I have a surprise for you. And I don't want to show you until we're away from camp. Can you get to the Mall?"
"Yeah....but it's crazy going to the Mall Stephen!"
"Just trust me Penny! It's 3:45 now. Can you get there by five and meet me at the food court?"
"Well, yeah....but...."
"Great Penny!" I cut her off. "See you there. Call me if you're having a problem."
"Okay Stephen, I hope you know what you're doing!"
"I do....see you around five."
I really wanted to surprise Penny at the Mall. So to avoid running into her on the same shuttle bus, I actually called for a cab to pick me up just outside the camp grounds. I had a decent amount of money from working at PB.
At ten to five, the cab dropped me off and I headed for the food court and looked around for Penny. I spied her sitting alone at a table, sipping on a drink.
I managed to sneak around behind and off to the side of her and put my hand on the chair next to her.
And I asked. "Is this seat taken? My name's Steve!"
She gave a quick glance over her shoulder and said, "yeah, I'm waiting for someone."
And then she did a double take and looked back up over her shoulder again. And her eyes and mouth opened wide as could be.
"Stephen???" She almost shouted.
It took a minute for me to quiet her down and reassure her that what she was seeing was real.
When she was finally composed, she lovingly smiled and exclaimed. "You're just as handsome....as Stephen; as you are pretty....as Stephanie!"
"Yeah....ah....thanks, I guess!" I replied to her rather awkward, left handed compliment."
"Oh....you know what I mean....STEVE!!!"
I did, of course.
We sat there until I had explained everything that had gone on from yesterday until this point.
Then she kissed me and said. "I love you Stephen."
"Steve!" I corrected her.
"I love you....Steve! And I'm so proud of you!"
We walked around the Mall just window shopping. We laughed and carried on and held hands, for the first time in public, like any normal teenaged couple. Our first "real" date. It was so new and so wonderful.
I bought her dinner at TGI Friday's. And for the first time ever, she was pretty much speechless. She seemed content to just gaze into my eyes in wonder and amazement.
Just before we left the restaurant, she reached across the table and took my hands and whispered again. "I love you Steve!"
"As much as Stephie?" I asked.
"No, silly boy! More!!! You know that!"
I did, of course.
We were able to get a shuttle back to camp together. As we rode, I reminded her. "I'm leaving sometime tomorrow Penny. And we won't see see each other until you get back from camp in a few weeks."
"I can't wait until then Steve. It'll be so great!"
"Yeah, but remember Penny, " I warned, "like we talked about before you left for camp....we gotta take it slow and play it cool! We need to ease in the idea of me---'Steve'."
"I know, I will!" Penny promised.
"Just remember, you're very sad that your dear friend Stephie leaves Grandma and goes back home. But her twin brother Steve comes to live with Grandma instead. And we take it slowly from there."
"I won't forget sweetheart. " And she squeezed my hand. "Will you call me when you get to your grandma's tomorrow?"
"You can count on it Penny!"
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part72
Tuesday, after lunch, I headed back to the nursery to say good bye to Bernice. Departure for me was at one o'clock.
It would be tough saying good bye to her. She was certainly the only person I'd miss from Camp Sissy Curls.
With a tear in my eye, and one in her's as well, I hugged her. "Thank you Bernice, I couldn't have gotten through the past two summers without you. You're the only one who showed me any compassion. And you're the only one I'll miss from here!"
And she smiled and wiped a tear. "I'll miss you too Stephen, very much. Though I'm glad I'll never see you here at Camp Sissy Curls again!"
At one o'clock on the dot, I climbed into the back seat of my parent's van and buckled up.
"Oh poop, where's Stephie???" Laura complained, looking back at me from the front seat.
"Stephie's dead, you little twit!" I snarled back at her. "Where's my Father?" I asked my stepmother, as she turned on the ignition.
"He's out of town on business all week." She curtly replied.
As we drove, my stepmother angrily said to me, "how could you do what you did on Sunday?"
I thought a moment, and took a deep breath and replied, "how could you and my Father do what you did to me???"
We said little more on the ride back to Grandma's.
My stepmother and Laura spent the rest of the afternoon at Grandma's and left just before dinner. I holed up in my bedroom, not even saying good bye to them.
Grandma took me out to dinner to celebrate my homecoming. And being Stephen again! She made it very clear how pleased she was that I was back again. And a boy again!
That evening, as she read the newspaper in her chair in the living room, I decided to press my luck and ask her, "why Camp Sissy Curls Grandma?"
"What do you mean by 'why', Stephie?" And she apologized and corrected herself. "Sorry....I mean Stephen. I'll have to get used to that again."
"Why did you send my Father to Camp Sissy Curls all those years ago? That's why I wound up there like him!" I said.
She folded up her newspaper and set it down and took off her reading glasses. "Well, have a seat, it's not quite that simple Stephen." And she took a deep breath. "I don't know what your father has told you. Probably something about being sent there to toughen him up and make him stronger and so on."
"Yeah, a 'boy named Sue' thing, he told me."
"Well, there's more to it than that Stephen." And Grandma looked at me very seriously and said. "You have to promise that you'll never, EVER repeat this to ANYONE!"
"Okay Grandma, I promise, I won't!"
She sighed deeply. "Your father wanted to go to Camp Sissy Curls. He asked to be sent there!"
"No way!!!" I cried.
"Yup, I'm afraid he did!"
"But why???" I couldn't believe it.
"Right from the time he was little, your father was always a bit on the 'sissy side', I guess you could say. He tended toward girls' things---dolls, sewing, playing house....nothing that was rough and tumble. He liked the kinds of girlish toys and games and activities that his older sisters, your two aunts, did."
"So why Camp Sissy Curls?" I interrupted.
"Hmmm....you promise you'll never say anything Stephen???" Grandma asked again.
"Yes Grandma....I swear I won't!!!"
"One Spring day after school, when he was around eleven of twelve, your Aunt Sarah caught him in his room dressed in her clothes---a skirt, blouse, panties and bra. She walked in on him while he was putting her lipstick on. Confronted with it by me and his sisters, he was quite ashamed and embarrassed. But he admitted that he wanted to be like his sisters!"
"But Grandma, why Camp Sis....."
"Let me finish Stephen!" She cut me off. "He had heard about Camp Sissy Curls and he asked, actually almost begged, me to send him there for the summer."
"He was a Wannabee!" I exclaimed.
"Be quiet Stephen!" She scolded. "Anyway....I thought long and hard about it and I decided to let him try it, in the hope that he'd get all the girlish nonsense out of his system, after an entire summer of being a girl. I hoped he realize that being a girl really wasn't all that great."
"Did he?" I asked.
She thought a moment, with a very pensive look on her face. "To be honest Stephen, I don't really know. And, I guess, maybe I don't really want to know....But after camp, he never exhibited any girlish tendencies ever again, to me or his sisters at least. But I'm sure it all has haunted him to this day."
"But that still doesn't explain why he and my stepmother sent me to camp and everything else!!!" I argued.
"Be honest Stephen, because I've been very honest with you." Grandma pointed out, and then asked. "Did you ever want to, or actually try on any of your stepmother's or Laura's things?"
"Hell no!!!!!" I couldn't believe she'd asked me that.
"Well...I only know what I told you Stephen. I don't have any answers beyond that. I guess you need to ask your dad that!"
"No, that'll never happen." I replied.
"Never say never Stephen!" And we left it at that.
And I got up to head for my room. "Well, I gotta call Penny and tell her that I got home okay."
"Are you okay Stephen???" She asked.
I smiled at her. "Yeah Grandma....I'm a whole lot more okay than I've been in a long, long time!"
"Okay enough to give your old grandma a hug???"
"Of course!" And I hugged her.
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Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)--part73
The next couple of weeks, before Penny came home from camp and the start of school, sped by quickly. I spent much of the time just relishing being a true boy---one hundred percent boy, one hundred percent of the time! I also used the time to establish myself in the neighborhood as Steve; Stephanie's twin brother who was now living at Grandma's in her place.
Not surprisingly, I got lots of comments about the family resemblance between me and Stephanie. But it wasn't a problem. We were fraternal twins, after all.
It was a glorious occasion when Penny returned from camp. But we couldn't "gloriously" celebrate it! We both stuck to our rule of taking it slow and easy and playing it cool, to avoid arousing any suspicion.
And heading off to school, as freshmen at Truman High, caused really no concern about any sort of suspicion. Penny and I were going from a small, private, Catholic girls' school into a much larger, public, coed high school. We were little, insignificant cogs in the whole scheme of it.
But Penny was in two of my classes and we shared the same lunch period. We spent the month of September slowly maneuvering and nudging ourselves together as a couple. We tentatively teased and flirted with each other until we managed to become somewhat of an "item". We played our parts well!
On the second Saturday night of October, Penny and I had our first official date. We were going to the movies.
Grandma drove me to Penny's and pulled up along side the curb in front of her house.
"I'll try to not keep you waiting too long Grandma." I said, as I unbuckled my seatbelt. "But I gotta MEET her family!"
"Take your time Steve. Do it right." She knowingly laughed. "I understand!"
Inside Penny's house, I had to say and do very little.
Mrs. Lane immediately rushed me. "Oh Steve, I've heard so much about you from Penny!" She gushed, as she shook my hand.
"Aw, Mom!" Penny dutifully complained.
"I can sure see the family resemblance to your sister Stephanie!" Mrs. Lane exclaimed.
"We're twims." I replied.
"Oh, I know Steve. Penny's told us all about you!"
"Mom!!!" Penny again cried, in feigned embarrassment.
But it didn't stop Mrs. Lane. "Penny was heart broken when your sister moved back home....but now you're here! And you're just as handsome, as your sister is pretty!!!"
"Dad....will you get over here and save Steve from Mom!" Penny grumbled now in real embarrassment, as her father and brother came into the living room.
Mr. Lane and Brad and I, like typical guys, just simply shook hands and exchanged "hello's" and "nice to meet you's".
The whole "meeting the folks thing" wasn't difficult and unpleasant. But it was a bit surreal. I mean, after all, Brad had actually wanted to date me when he first met me as Stephanie. But, he knew none the wiser now. No one did.
Mercifully, mostly for Penny, we were soon on our way out the door, with a call from Mr. Lane. "Have Penny home by midnight at the latest Steve!"
"Yes sir, I will." I replied.
As Grandma drove us to the Regal IMAX, she exclaimed, "I'm really so happy for the two of you. You can stop being girlfriends....and be boyfriend and girlfriend now. No more charade!"
"Oh yes!" We both replied in unison.
Grandma laughed, but then warned. "Well....just remember, you're both only fourteen!"
"Yes Grandma." I groaned.
"Yes Mrs. Crandall." Penny kindly replied.
As Grandma dropped us off at the movie, she said, "I'll pick you up at eleven thirty."
"Oh, we can get a cab Grandma. That's kind of late for you!" I told her.
"Nonsense Steve....I'm not that old!!!" Grandma growled, with a giggle.
.......As the next months passed by, Penny and I reveled in our new, "real" relationship. And it was so wonderful to openly celebrate together things like Halloween and Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Year's Eve, 2008.
On Valentine's Day, as we exchanged chocolate hearts and cards, Penny told me. "I love you Steve! I'll ALWAYS love you!!!"
"I love you too Penny!"
And we hugged and kissed.
And then out of the blue, and not unlike Penny, she exclaimed. "How are we going to explain what happened to your sister Stephie, when we get married?"
"Oh geez Penny....that's eons down the road!!!" And I laughed. "We'll cross that bridge if we come to it!"
"If!!!" She cried.
I lovingly smiled at her and genuinely corrected my error. "I meant to say....WHEN!"
THE END
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ALWAYS a favorite of mine.. can read again and again..Never gets old