Camp Sissy Curls (Second Summer)

[sissycaroline]

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?

[sissycaroline]

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!"

[sissycaroline]

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!

[sissycaroline]

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.

[sissycaroline]

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.

[sissycaroline]

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.

[sissycaroline]

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.