Camp Sissy Curls

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part22

When I was finally calmed down and composed, Chrissy stood up and took my hand and fondled my curls and kissed me on the forehead.

"C'mon Stephie, you seem fine now. Let's head for the exit. The shuttle bus should be waiting for us." And she tugged on my arm. "Just remember sweetie, act like my cute little sister and that's how people will perceive you."

And fortunately, like when we entered the Mall, nobody seemed to think I was anything other than a pretty little girl. As before, the only real  attention I got was smiles from a few women. And they were genuinely kind ones. Smiles at the sight of a big sister walking her sweet little sister along.

If those ladies had seen me earlier at the clothing shop, they'd certainly not be fondly smiling at us I thought.

As we neared the Mall exit, I realized I had to pee. There were restrooms just before it and I figured it would be wise for me to use them. And I was even a little eager to use a toilet again for the first time in four days.

I stopped and looked up at Chrissy. "Please, I need to use the toilet Chrissy. I need to pee."

"Potty sweetie. Remember, we call it the potty."

"Potty," I corrected, "I need to use the potty." And I pulled my hand from hers and started heading for the Men's Room.

"Hold on there Steph! Just where on earth do you think you're going?" She asked, as she quickly took back my hand.

A man who was just exiting the Mens Room heard Chrissy and looked down at me and smiled. "Wrong room honey."

"Sorry Mister, she's not old enough to read yet." Chrissy told him.

"No problem girls." And he went on his way, non the wiser.

"Sweetie Pie," Chrissy scolded, though not in a harsh way, "You gotta use the Ladies Room now."

She was right of course. And I felt a little foolish but said softly, almost in a whisper, "But I can't use the Ladies Room, I'm not really a girl."

"True," She whispered back to me, "but you can't use the Mens Room looking like you do. You have no choice, other than to pee your panties."

She was right again, of course. With her arm around my shoulder, she guided me into the Ladies Room.

"Don't worry Steph. It'll be fine. Chrissy's with you." She said, referring to herself in the third person, which seemed to be becoming a habit of hers.

A lady just washing up looked at us and beamed. We both just smiled back. She left, leaving us alone thankfully. It felt so strange, and a bit scary, being in a Ladies Room. Dumb as it sounds, I was struck by the fact that there were no urinals on the wall. Chrissy walked me to a Handicapped stall.

"I know a Handicapped stall isn't meant for us Stephie, but I try to use them whenever I can." And she opened the stall door. "They're always much cleaner because they don't get used a lot. And there's more room in them too."

Right again. It was clean and spacious.  I thought only a girl would think of that. I walked in and lifted the toilet seat up and expected her to close the stall door behind her as she left.

"Put that back down Stephanie. Girls pee sitting down."

I groaned and put the lid back down.

"Okay, I can handle it from here now Chrissy." I said sarcastically, expecting her to leave.

"Oh really? Is that so?" She said with some anger in her tone. "So you think you can manage and control your poufie dress and petticoats and get your bloomers down and get seated by yourself without getting dirty and messed up, huh! I think not, little sis."

She bolted the door behind us.

"But you can't expect me to pee in front of you!" I gasped, even though I had suffered even worse indignities in front of girls as of late.

"Well I'm just glad you don't have to POOP!" She snarled. "Now lift your dress and petties up all around you and hold them there."

I begrudgingly did and she pulled my panties down to my ankles and said "Sit."

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part23



I started to sit down, holding my dress and petties about me with my arms.



"Don't let go of them Stephie." Chrissy warned.



My little "girlie weiner" was still very hard and when I sat, it just protruded up above the toilet seat.



"God Stephie!" She said, as she took hold of it and tucked it under the lid. "We gotta do something about that "woody" of yours." And I noticed a slight smile on her face and was happy that she seemed less angry.



"Now pee Sweetie and keep your outfit up. Don't let go of it."



I was very embarrassed to do it with her watching me, but I was glad she had called me "Sweetie". It meant she wasn't really angry with me anymore.



When the sound of "tinkling" ended, she smiled and said, "All done honeybunch?"



I smiled back and nodded, "yes".



"Good girl. Now stand up and keep your dress and petties up around you."



I did and she reached for some toilet paper and dried off the tip of my "woody". And it still was, to my surprise and maybe hers too, a "woody". She tossed the toilet paper into the bowl, flushed it and then reached into her purse and pulled out small foil packet and tore it open. It was a baby wipe.



"Girls need to be nice and clean in their private areas." She said, gently wiping my entire "thing" with it.



She smiled as she cleaned it and I smiled too. I'd be a liar if I said I didn't enjoy her caressing my weiner. And it got even stiffer.



She finished cleaning me and said, "Don't let your dress down. I want to get some paper towels." I could only figure that she must want them to dry my "thing" with. And she left the stall and quickly returned with a small stack of towels.



Before she bolted the stall door again, she took a last look out it and said, to herself really, "Good, the coast is still clear."



All this seemed very curious to me now. And even more so when she unfolded the paper towels and placed them on the floor in front of me, creating almost a floor mat.



But the most curious thing was what she said and did next. She knelt on the paper towels and put her face right smack in front of my swollen "willy".



She smiled and said, "I have to confess sweetie that I have a great, shall I say, passion for pretty little "girlie boys" like you.  And it's time to take care of that stiff girlie weiner of yours Stephie!" And she opened her mouth and then closed it around my weiner.



"No!" I gasped.



And I quickly, but gently, pushed her head back. I was very, very naive and I couldn't begin to fathom why a girl would want to do such a seemingly gross thing to a boy.



Chrissy looked up at me and smiled and said softly, "Hush Stephanie. Don't be afraid. I promise you, you're going to really enjoy this!"



I moaned and closed my eyes as she put it into her mouth again. She went "at it" like it was a Popsicle on a hot summer's day. I was so very confused, but I did indeed find it quite enjoyable.



I was panting and I moaned and sighed with great pleasure.  After probably only a minute or so, my weiner was to the point where it was going to erupt . Chrissy sensed this and, with perfect timing, removed her mouth and pulled up my bloomers just as I squirted my c-um, for all I was worth, into them.



Chrissy smiled at me and sighed and took a deep breath. She whispered. "See, I told you you'd enjoy it Stephie."



And as strange as it all was to me, she certainly was right.



Both of us were sweaty and exhausted but we quickly cleaned and straightened ourselves up to get out of there as fast as we could. I don't know, and maybe Chrissy didn't either, if anyone had come in while we were so "busily engaged". But it was empty when we left. Chrissy carried my dresses.



As we boarded the shuttle bus, the driver growled, "You're late."



"I'm very sorry." Chrissy replied "But something unexpectedly came UP!" And she grinned at me and said, "And I had to take care of it."



We sat alone in the bus, at the very back. I held her hand and whispered, "Thank you, it was wonderful." And I added, "And thanks for pulling your mouth off when I started to--ah--well--you know. That would have been awfully gross for you."



She giggled and whispered sweetly, "Oh, my precious naive little sissy boy. I knew you'd feel that way about it. But you'll soon learn."



She smiled and kissed my cheek as she twirled a ringlet on my forehead.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part24



We arrived back at camp about twenty minutes before dinner. I was hungry, as we hadn't eaten lunch at the Mall.



"We'll head back to the cabin," Chrissy said as we got off the bus, "and hang up your new dresses and freshen up a bit before dinner."



Nobody was around in the cabin.



"Good, everyone's left for dinner. They like to get there early to get a good place in the cafeteria line." Chrissy said. "Now take off your knickers Stephie and give them to me."



"Take off my what???" I asked.



"Panties--bloomers--knickers, they're all the same thing. I'll use a little soap and water and clean off the sticky "little girl juice" stain."



"But I can't wear wet panties to dinner." I said.



"Don't worry Steph, I'm just gonna use a little water and soap in the front to get them clean. We'll dry them with my blow dryer and they'll be good as new."



I removed my "knickers" and handed them to her.



"Come on to the bathroom, you can wash up while I clean these."



I washed my face and hands while she washed my sticky panties.



She finished and said, "I'll get my blow dryer and you can dry them and put them back on while I get cleaned up."



Tens minute later, we were headed for the cafeteria. As we stood in line, Chrissy primped my curls and adjusted my hairbow. Then she took a lipstick from her purse and said, "Look at me Stephie and purse your lips. Let's give 'em a little color."



"Purse??? You want me to stick my lips into your PURSE???" I replied.



She laughed. "Oh man Stephie! You got a lot to learn---PUCKER your lips."



And she demonstrated and then applied the pink lipstick to my "pursed" lips.



Like at breakfast, I felt out of place, looking like a five year old little girl while everybody else was dressed like teenaged girls. But then I thought about the one year old baby girls in the nursery. They'd feel out of place around me. I promised myself that I'd get "promoted" to being a teenage girl.



Chrissy sat next to me at the Sugar Plum cabin table again. And again, the "boys" didn't really say anything to me. But one boy across the table from me did.



"What's your name Sport?  And how old are you?"



"I'm Stephanie. I'm five years old."



Everyone who heard me, including Chrissy, laughed loudly.



"No Sport." He chuckled, "I mean your real name and age."



Now feeling really out of place and very silly, I answered "Oh, my name's Stephen. I'm thirteen." I had told a bit of a white lie, being technically still twelve. But my birthday was actually in just a few days and "thirteen" was close enough. And some birthday it would be I thought.



Chrissy giggled and whispered in my ear, "You DO have a lot to learn sweetie. But don't fret. You will." And she kissed me on the cheek.



"Ooooooooooh!" I heard from the boys around me who saw it.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part25



With dinner ended, all of us were to report to a large, open-spaced building called the "aud' to watch a DVD movie on a large screen projection system. The movie was "Anne of Green Gables", a film adaptation of the novel. Definitely a "girls" flick.



I seated myself alone and way in the back to be as inconspicuous as possible. Chrissy didn't attend and didn't have to like we did.



"Seen it many times. Got better things to do." She had said.



I paid very little attention to the movie. It certainly wasn't anything that interested me.



Instead, I watched the audience. I found that there seemed to be two "camps" within it. One "camp" that just sat there with mind numbing looks on their faces. And a second "camp" that was quite engrossed with the movie. They tittered and "ooohhed" and "aaahed" and girlishly giggled at the parts of the movie that seemed to particularly catch their fancy. In short, they were really into it.



After the movie, we were sent back to our cabins for a little free time and to get ready for bed. This was the first real opportunity to spend time with my new bunk mates and I was pretty nervous and shy about it. I sat quietly on my bed and just did more observing.



Sure enough, within the cabin there seemed to be two camps--some boys who gabbed about hairstyles and cosmetics and pretty clothes and such. And others, who talked about sports and action movies and NASCAR and stuff like that. The "NASCAR circuit" suited me more.



As I sat watching, the boy whose bed was to my right sat down on it.



"Hi Stephie! I'm Felicity." He gushed as he set his "American Girl" magazine on his bed cover. "Welcome to Sugar Plum cabin honey." And he daintily held out his hand and I shook it. "Your dresses are absolutely scrumptious Stephanie. I almost envy you."



And he picked up his magazine and started to thumb through it. "There's one just like the one you're wearing in here I think."



"That's okay Felicity. Ah--excuse me but I gotta pee."



"You mean use the potty." He corrected.



"Ah yeah--potty." I said and I quickly headed for the bathroom with no real need to use it. It was sure obvious what camp he was in.



I just washed up a little in the lav and returned to my bed about five minutes later. Felicity, fortunately, had left his bed for the company of other "girls".



But now, to the left of me sat another boy on his bed. He laughed at me. "That hair and outfit of yours is really something kid. It must be awful."



He held out his hand. "I'm Jean Marie--well "James" really. How long you think your gonna be kept as a little girl?"



"I hope not long." I said as I shook his hand.



"Yeah, sure can't blame you." And he got up and took a towel from his dresser. "Gotta shower. Catch you later maybe."



I smiled. His camp was obvious too. As I sat there thinking I should probably start setting my hair, which I so did not want to do, it dawned on me---"One girl was called Jean Marie. Another little girl was Felicity." I was actually awe struck by the coincidence.



I groaned and got up to fetch my curlers and a nitey from my dresser for bedtime. A lot of boys were busy with their hair too, undoing their pigtails or ponytails or braids. Two boys, with sausage curls and ringlets like me, simply removed their. They wore wigs, as their real hair was too short to do anything with. I sighed thinking how conspicuous I'd be as the only one in rollers and a hairnet.



I quickly undressed and slipped into my frilly nitey and matching panties and hung up my dress. I sat on my bed and perched the handle of a hand mirror between my bent up knees and started winding the horrid pink curlers into my hair.



"Want some help with that Stephie?" Someone called merrily from across the cabin.



"No thanks Felicity. I can manage."



It took forever but I finished just before lights out.



At 10PM, Chrissy emerged form her bedroom and turned out the lights.



"Nighty night girls. Sleep tight and don't let the hair curlers bite!--Well, at least you Stephie."



The cabin had one last laugh at my expense before bedtime.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part26



The next morning, day five actually, I got up and showered, brushed my teeth and took out my rollers. I dressed myself exactly as I had been dressed the day before, only it was the pink gingham dress today.



Chrissy had told me, "Just follow the pattern of yellow--pink--blue, yellow--pink--blue everyday. That'll be your camp outfit until you graduate to what most of the other boys wear." And I so hoped that would be soon.



After breakfast, where surprisingly and pleasantly, some boys had talked to me; it was out to the playing fields for recreation.



I didn't engage in any sports/games. I couldn't. I wasn't dressed to play a game of kickball or soccer or the like. I just sat nearby and watched. Once more, I was struck by the two "camps" that existed within the one.



There were the boys who, despite their pigtails and ponytails and panties and bras and skirts, played games of kickball or soccer or softball like normals boys.



And then there were the boys who played other games like Hopscotch or Jumprope or a sissy little version of tag. Or they just sat under shady trees reading girl books or magazines. Some even colored with crayons in coloring books.



There was a group of girl "Wannabees" and a group of girl "Don't Wannabees" and they largely just ignored each other.



Over the next few days, some significant things happened. For one, I turned thirteen. No one knew of my birthday and that was the way I wanted it. There was no reason to celebrate it here at this horrible place. But one evening I found a UPS package sitting on my bed. The return address was mine. It contained a birthday gift wrapped in pink wrapping paper with a pink envelope taped to it from my stepmother. The front of the card read "Birthday Wishes for My Precious Little Girl". Inside, my stepmother wrote: "Hope you're having fun at camp, Sweetheart. Laura and I look forward to visitng you soon! I hope you like your birthday gift."



It was a pink, very frilly panites and bra set from Victoria's Secret. The apparent appalling unappreciated apparel appealed to me in no way. (sorry--I know it's stupid but I couldn't resist)



A second significant thing was that I made a real effort to associate myself with the "Don't Wannabees". And I had some success with it. I didn't really join in their games, again due to my clothes and the fact that I was small and scrawny and poor at sports. But they allowed me to keep score, be a waterboy, run errands for them, stuff like that. I was actually bonding with them. They even talked to me at meals or during free time in the cabin before bed. I sat with them during the mind numbing "girl" movies.

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part27



A couple of days into my second week, I saw Lisa, whom I hadn't seen since the day after the excruciating slumber party. She was watching, from a distance, the softball game I was involved with.



After about fifteen minutes of watching the game, and more specifically me; she walked over and called, "Stephie, c'mon over here please. I haven't seen you in a long time!"



I really wasn't very eager to see her but she was an administrative intern here and I had to obey her. I put down the score card I was keeping and walked to her.



"Hi Stephie. Long time no see!" She gushed.



"Hi Lisa." Was all I replied.



She took my hand and said, "C'mon, let's go for a walk and catch up."



As we walked in the direction of the cabins, she quizzed me on how things were going and what I'd been up to and about the friends I'd made.



Before I knew it, we were standing in front of Sugar Plum cabin.



"Take me in Steph and show me where you sleep."



No one was around. As we stood in front of my bed, she eyed the clothes rack where my gingham dresses and pink satin party dress and its very full petticoat hung. She walked to the clothes rack and fondled the party dress and oohhed, "So pretty, but I guess not very practical for day to day use."



Then she took the hanger with the very huge poufie petticoat off the rack and laid it on my bed and looked at me in a very sinister way.



"I bet you miss this pettie! Slip off your sandals sissy boy and lift up your dress nice and high."



I started to cry, having a pretty good idea of what was coming next.



"Nooo, please don't Lisa, please don't!" I sobbed and begged.



She slapped my face. "It'll be your rear end next if you don't stop arguing with me."



She removed the hanger and set the massive petticoat in front of me.



"Now lift up your dress and step into it."



"No, I won't. And besides, my dress already has a petticoat sewn into it." I defiantly said. "I won't wear it, not even if you spank me."



I'd grown bolder from my association with my new friends.



"Well actually Steph," she replied in a calmer tone, "although it would be fun, I don't really need to spank your little girlie fanny. Or have you forgotten about the multiple copies of your VIDEO that I have?"



I said nothing. I only cried and groaned as I lifted up my dress and stepped into the petticoat.



Just minutes later, I was walking back toward the playing field holding Lisa's hand. In my other hand I was carrying a box of crayons and a "My Little Pony" coloring book.



My already full gingham dress was now more than twice as full. The skirt of it was almost parallel to the ground. The mountain of poufie organza petticoating that supported it was in clear view, as was most of my bloomers.



As I "swished and swayed" my way back toward the playing field and fought with my petticoats for control once again, Lisa warned me. "Now you do as I say, sissy boy, and don't argue with me. And don't forget your video!"



I was crying uncontrolably as we reached the field.



"Please don't do this to me Lisa." I begged. Though I had yet to find out exactly what she had in mind, I knew it would be awful.



"Go set your coloring book and crayons under that tree," and she pointed, "where those girlie boys are coloring and curtsey to them and say hello."



She pointed again. "Then go over to those sissy boys playing Hopscotch and curtsey and introduce yourself and ask if you can join in their game."



"Please, pleassssse no." I pleaded.



She devilishly smiled, "The video Steph. The video."



And she wiped my tears with a tissue from her purse and said, with a pat on the back of my dress, "Off you go Sweetie. You need to make some NEW friends."



I had no choice. I had to do this or the world would see my video. I started toward the tree, only to be called back by Lisa.



"I forgot one other thing Stephie. You're not to tell anyone that I forced you to do this. If you tell anyone, believe me--I'll find out. And believe me--you'll live to regret it. Now go play Hopscotch with your NEW friends until they tire of it. Then you can sit down and color in your coloring book. Maybe after lunch, they'll let you jump rope with them. Remember, I'll be watching!"

[sissycaroline]

Camp Sissy Curls--part28

I walked over to the boys playing Hopscoth and curtseyed.

"Hi, I'm Stephanie. I wonder if I could--ah--well--maybe--ah--play Hopscotch with you."

"Hi Stephie! Silly girl, we know who you are. I'm Danielle and this is Roberta." Pointing to her playmate. "Of course you can join us to play." And Danielle put her arms around me and gave me a hug.

As she embraced me, I cringed at the thought of the words "join us" that she had used.

"Your dress is even prettier with the extra petties Stephanie." Smiled Roberta, as she too gave me a hug.

"Find yourself a stone and join in the game." Said Danielle.

As we played the game, I knew I was making an incredible spectacle of myself and I couldn't help it. With every hop and jump and turn, my dress and petticoats bounced up and down wildly. Of course, bending over to pick up or throw the stone put my panties on full display. Even my sausage curls and ringlets seemed to dance with extra vigor.

Even Danielle and Roberta and the other "Wannabees" giggled and blushed at the embarrassing sight I was making. And I didn't want to contemplate what the "Don't Wannabees" were thinking.

Finally, I think out of pity for me, Danielle said, "Let's take a break."

As we walked to the shade of the tree, I could see Lisa in the distance smiling and the softball players with awe struck looks of disbelief on their faces.

"Wow Stephie!" Said Roberta. "That was quite a display you made. But I do love how prissy you look! I almost envy you."

"Let's relax and do some coloring." Suggested Danielle.

I sat down and everything I was wearing ballooned up around me. Other girlie boys joined us to "oogle" and gush over me.

"Don't you just adore the feel of tons of petticoats under a dress?" Said one, as she introduced herself to me with a curtsey. Then she kind of corrected herself. "Well, obviously you do Sweetie. And good for you!"

I picked up my crayons and started to color, in an effort to distract myself from the horror of my situation. I talked as little as I could.

After two pages were colored, the camp bell rang signaling lunch. I "sashayed" to the cafeteria in misery. I received lots of smiles and compliments from the "Wannabees" and an equal amount of scorn from the "Don't Wannabees". They couldn't really express their scorn overtly. But I did hear hushed remarks like "pansy" and "pantywaist" and "Nancy boy".

At the lunch table, Jean Marie (James from the next bed) did just come right out and ask,  "Are you nuts? Why on Earth did you put on more petticoats?"

I fumbled for an answer. I couldn't tell them I'd been forced to. "I..I...I, well--ah-- I just felt like it." And no sooner did I say it than I realized my answer had sealed my fate.

Chrissy came to lunch and when she saw me sitting in my huge pouf of petties she asked, "What ever possessed you Steph?"

I said nothing. But she leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I think it's sweet Stephie. I have such a passion for prissy little sissy boys."

That certainly wasn't news to me.

With lunch over, I again sashayed back to the playing field to jump rope with my NEW friends as my old friends watched.

As I jumped up and down to the swinging rope held by two girlie boys, I could see Lisa in the distance and clearly make out the huge grin on her face.

Everything about me bounced up and down mercilously. Perhaps even more so than playing Hopscotch. A  sissy spectacle for all to see.

My relationship with the "Don't Wannabees" was over. And I was branded a "Wannabee".

Lisa had succeeded in her goal to have me ostracized from them.