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Summer Camp Author's Note: Al rode along on the bus heading for a summer camp. He was surprised to be sitting here; his parents suddenly told him they had found a camp for him to spend a week. "It will be fun," they told him. "Lots of new experiences, lots of new friends." He was enjoying his time at home now that school was out, he was twelve now and getting to spend some time alone when his mother needed to run an errand. He wondered if his mother had figured out that he was getting into her things and that was what brought on this sudden trip. He thought he was careful, but maybe she knew anyway. The bus slowed and came to a stop in a shopping center. Another boy got on the bus and walked toward the back looking for an empty seat. He took one on the opposite side of the aisle from Al. He immediately scooted over against the window and stared out as the bus hissed and began rolling on to the next stop. Overall there were twenty boys on the bus when it finally reached its destination, few enough that they each had their own seat and nobody seemed inclined to start a conversation. All the boys stared through the windows as the bus pulled up a long drive past the trees lining the way. As it emerged into an open field they saw a large house and several small cabins scattered around it. It was the first sign of civilization they had seen in an hour. The lawn was nicely trimmed, they could see a swimming pool, and there appeared to be other things around that they weren't sure of. Once the bus stopped the boys all started filing off the bus. Before they could decide on what they should be doing a woman emerged from the house. She appeared to be young, early twenties at least, and despite the appearance of wearing a workout top she had on a short skirt, seemed to have on make-up and her long hair was tied back in a ponytail. The boys all watched her approach. "Hi, boys," she greeted them. "Welcome to Camp Jardin, I am Counsellor Amy. I know this is the first time here for all of you, returnees will come in tomorrow. We find it is best to give newcomers a chance to settle in before everyone else gets here. You will all be in Sunflower cabin together. If you follow me I will show you to where you'll be staying for the next week." They all fell into a ragged line and followed Amy up a walkway toward one of the cabins. She mounted the couple steps and pulled open the door. "Go on inside, there is a closet next to each bed. Your name is written on a white card on the closet door. Find it, stand in front of the closet beside the bed and wait for me to give you further instructions." The boys traipsed up the stairs and into the room. As their eyes adjusted to the change in lighting it wasn't at all what they thought it would be. They expected cots in a dusty room. They expected camping type bed springs with sleeping bags or thin mattresses and old steel cabinets for the closet. Instead the beds all had thick mattresses with crisp white spreads covering them and the closets appeared to be made of a fine polished wood. Al wandered into the room looking at the white cards as he passed. About halfway up the room he spotted Al R. He stopped and stood beside the foot of the bed in front of the closet. Shortly each of the places were occupied, the door closed and Counsellor Amy looked around and smiled. "OK, good," she started. "Now, all of you can open your closets." There was a brief cacophony as the boys scrambled to open the doors. Then the room was filled with all sorts of sounds: some surprises, some complaints. Al just stared into shallow closet. He saw it was divided in half: half was a stack of drawers, half had clothes hanging. The clothes he saw were several dresses, skirts, tops and some other things. He looked around in a panic to see if there had been a mistake. A quick glance at the boy in the next spot showed him there was no mistake; the boy there had picked up one of the pairs of cotton panties staring at them. Al pulled a drawer open and found underwear that was obviously for a girl. Another drawer had training bras and a third held socks with frilly tops. "As you can see, the clothes you will be wearing this week are girl's clothes. Your parents have decided to send you here where you can see what it is like to spend a week as a girl. Either because you have been already dressing up sometimes, or because you've been bullying girls or for some other reason. Whatever reason they had, we don't know it. But you will be taught to behave yourself appropriately while you are here this week. Tomorrow, the girls who have been here before are coming in. Not everyone chooses to come back. Some have such a good time that they come back every year. That is why I became a counsellor here. "During the day, when you are participating in various activities, you will dress similar to what I have on here. You may choose a workout tank top like this, or a t-shirt. You must wear a bra. Also this skort," she lifted the hem to show the shorts under it. "If you choose to go swimming then you have a choice of a two-piece or a one-piece. If you wear the two-piece you must wear both pieces. Dinner is semi- formal. You see you have several dresses to choose from. Shoes are in the bottom. I know the first time can be quite a shock, so you have one hour to get settled, change clothes and come outside. We'll be doing a bit of a hike to show you the place. I'd suggest wearing the tennis shoes. Put all your old clothes into the bag you'll find on your bed. They will be cleaned and returned to you in time for your departure. "Oh, you'll also find a black marker. Slip the name card out of your closet door and write your girl name on the other side, then slip it back in. Okay, that's it. Get started! This week is going to be so much fun!" With a twirl she went out the door. Al turned and sat down on the bed. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do. It was one thing to put on a dress and some nylons when he was at home by himself, but not around a bunch of other people. Especially if they were kids his age. He looked and saw another kid apparently having the same reservations he was having. That kid was sitting on his bed scowling into the room. His curiosity was enough that he had to look back in the closet. He fingered through the drawers checking out all his new things for the week. Maybe, if everyone else had to do this, then it would be ok. Besides, he thought back, not one other kid got on the bus when he did. None of them seemed to live anywhere near him. "Hi!" a voice excitedly called from behind him. Al spun around and saw another kid standing there. He was dressed in a tee shirt and black skort. He could see the outline of the bra underneath. He had on tennis shoes, no socks. "Uh, hi?" Al answered unsure of how to proceed. "I'm Belinda," he stuck his hand out. "Isn't this great? Have you chosen your name yet?" "I'm, uh," Al was stuck. "I haven't got a name and I don't know if it's great yet. Did you know what this was going to be like?" "Yeah, my folks told me because I kept getting into my big sister's clothes. I know most of the kids here don't get told anything and I was told I couldn't say anything while we were on the bus, but now that we're here I can make friends. Do you know why you're here?" "I guess my Mom figured out I was trying on her things sometimes," he whispered. "Don't worry, I think you'll find a lot of that here," Belinda nodded. "You look like a Julie to me. Unless you have another name that you like better. It was just a suggestion." Al looked at him for a moment. "OK, Julie works for me." He pulled the card from its slot, wrote Julie on the other side and slipped it back in. "Um, if you don't mind, I need to change and I'm not comfortable with you standing right here." "No problem," Belinda grinned. "I have the next bed over, the one behind you. I'll sort through my things and check everything while you change." Al looked around and didn't see anyone watching him so he quickly stripped down and grabbed a pair of cotton panties from the drawer. They were white with little blue flowers and little blue lace trim. He checked a skirt hanging from clips on a hanger and found shorts underneath it. He pulled it off and stepped into it. He opened another drawer and pulled one of the little bras out and slipped it on. A plain white tee shirt came on next and he grabbed the tennis shoes. He put them on and looked at himself in the mirror inside the closet door. He was thrilled and scared at the same time. Once he pushed the doors closed he saw Belinda sitting on his bed. "I guess I'm ready." "You look great, Julie," he beamed. "I think we are going to be BFFs." "So what now?" Al asked. "We still have time before we go back outside." "Maybe we should talk to him," Belinda answered and pointed to the boy sitting on the bed across the room from them. He was still scowling. "Hi, I'm Belinda, this is Julie," Belinda introduced them as they walked up. "What are you in for?" "That's not funny," he huffed. "Hey, we all got sent here for something," he just rambled on, "Julie and I like to dress in our sis and Mom's things." Al felt his face heating up at how easily Belinda just spit out those details. But he was standing there with a skirt hanging about halfway down his thighs so he figured he didn't have much to hide any longer. "Well, I don't wear girl's things," he growled. "My dad sent me here because he found out I like another boy in my class. He thinks if I like boys, then I want to be a girl. He doesn't understand. He also thinks it's all my mom's fault and that she did something to make me this way." "At least you aren't beating up other girls in your school or something," Belinda answered. "I was a little worried for a minute." "What will they do to me if I refuse to change?" the kid asked. "I don't know but you can bet they have something planned because not everyone will want to do it every time. Look, it won't kill you to go along like the rest of us. And pick a name that can go either way like Pat or Terry, I assume you haven't gotten a name yet." "Fine, but I think this sucks. I'll be Terry, that is the name of the boy I like back home anyway," Terry answered. "Now, if you don't mind, I'll change. I'd like to be left alone for now." "Sure thing, I know just how you feel," Al answered and changed his tone when Terry shot him an angry look. "I mean, I know how you feel about changing in front of other people. I didn't want to either." "Come on," Belinda pulled Al's arm. They went back over between the two beds and each sat on the edge of their own bed facing each other. Belinda dropped right into talking about his favorite outfits that he wore back home and getting caught several times by family members. Before he reached the end of his story Terry joined them. "This isn't too bad," he stated, dressed the same as they were. "But tonight is going to suck if I have to wear one of those dresses for dinner." "Try and pretend it's Halloween or something for the week," Belinda instructed him. "We'll just have a good time. We are all going to be dressed the same way. I'm excited and looking forward to the week, and I bet when Julie settles in a bit she'll be happy too. Just don't fight it too hard and the week will be over before you know it. Unfortunately." Before Terry could answer they heard a whistle from outside. All the boys flooded toward the door and back into the sunlight. As they gathered together Amy checked them all out. "Very good!" she praised them. "What a fine collection of little girls I have this time. I'm glad everyone decided to join in." "What if someone hadn't?" Terry called out. "Oh," Amy shook her head, "we all want to have a good time this week. Nobody wants to have to wash dishes after the meals, or be denied dessert, or have to be responsible for sweeping out the cabins, or so many other tasks that can be assigned to girls who want to cause problems. We want to be out in the sunshine playing or swimming." "Just because I am dressed like this doesn't mean I'm a girl," Terry spoke again. "You keep calling us girls." "What is your name, dear?" Amy spoke as she moved closer. "Your new chosen name." "Terry." "Ah, I see, Terry. Well, everyone listen up and I will cover a few things before we start our tour. First, why you are here is nobody's business but your own unless you choose to tell someone. I don't know why and the reason you choose a new name is so that there isn't any reason for me to know. Other people read the applications and decide whether you can come here or not. Next, while you are here from now until you get back onto your bus you will think of everyone else in this camp as a girl. So get used to talking about HER, or SHE, or using her name. Lastly, once you get through this week we will take your opinion into account on whether you ever come back here again. Maybe this doesn't work for you and you have parents that don't understand. If you say you don't want to come back, and they try and send you back, your application will be rejected. So, please try and be open-minded, enjoy this experience, and have a great week. "Now that should take care of that. Are you girls ready for the tour?" "Yes!" most yelled back in response. They followed Amy's bouncing ponytail as she excitedly described each of the things they passed: the Olympic-sized swimming pool, the archery range, the volleyball courts, tennis courts, the dining hall, and more. They walked around for more than an hour before finding themselves outside a small booth. "This here is your treat stop," Amy explained. "You will each have a card with $20 credit on it. Today, you will sign your card with your new name and then you can buy whatever you like as long as your money lasts. There is candy and other snacks. Spend wisely or you'll be out of money before you are out of week. "At 4:00 you will hear music over the speaker system, which will be the signal to return to your cabin and dress for dinner. You may then go to the dining hall. Dinner service will start at 5:30 and end at 6:45. If you miss dinner, you don't get to eat, so be prompt. OK, that's it for now. If you have any questions or problems I can be found around camp. If you need me immediately, go to the help desk in the main house and they will call me over the PA. Well girls, this is it! Have fun!" Amy turned and left them to find their own entertainment. There was a schedule of when counsellors would be available as life guards at the pool, or instructors at the archery range. Other things could be done without supervision. "What do you want to do?" Julie asked Belinda and Terry. He started trying to think of himself with his new name. "Go home," Terry answered. "C'mon, Terry, let it go. You know you are stuck here for the week, might as well start just having fun," Belinda told him. "Why don't we go over to the volleyball court? Maybe some of the other girls will want to get a game up, or the basketball court? We could shoot some hoops!" "I'm not very good at sports," Julie told them. "But I'll go. If I don't need to play I can just watch." "Watching isn't a lot of fun," Terry answered. "Let's see what you got." They wandered off and found several others had the same idea. They selected teams for volleyball and all had a good time playing. They had just finished a game and were talking about what they thought about spending the whole week pretending to be girls when they heard "Grand Illusion" by Styx coming from the sky. They all laughed and decided it was a good song to be using. They paraded back to the cabin to get ready for dinner. Julie, Belinda and Terry walked into the cabin and to their own lockers. Julie looked over the dresses hanging there and finally chose a light blue dress with a full skirt that came just above his knee. He finished buttoning the front and tugged a bit on the short puffy sleeve. He looked at himself in the mirror as pulled his shoes from the closet. He decided he needed a clean pair of socks as well. He felt a tingle, a joy rush through his body. The reality of what his week was going to be like was truly setting in. And he was thrilled. After finishing getting dressed he called out, "Come on, girls, I'm starved! Let's go eat!" "Not you, too," groaned Terry. "I thought you were at least a little uncomfortable with this." "This is great!" Belinda chimed in. She wore a similar dress to Julie's except her dress was red. "Can't wait to see what's for dinner. I'm starved." Terry joined them dressed in a tan plaid dress. "It wasn't too bad during the day, but I am going to hate this." Belinda and Julie just shook their heads and all three headed off to the dining room. When they got there they found Counsellor Amy waiting at the door. She was now wearing a short black dress and high heels. "My, you all look wonderful," she beamed. "Now, this is a cafeteria style dining room so you follow the wall to the right, get your food and take a seat. When you are finished with dinner, you dispose of your dirty dishes by placing them on the window on the left side of the dining room. Once you've done that you can go outside, or there is a meeting room at the other end of the house. We gather there most nights and either tell stories, or watch a movie, or sing until bed time." With that the girls all paraded into the dining hall and got their dinner. Julie, Belinda, and Terry took their trays to one table and sat together. They watched as a few small knots of girls picked spots on their own around the large dining hall. It was so empty that nobody had to encroach on the other groups. They talked about the day and a bit about things back home. Terry groused about how his Dad was harping on him to stop mooning over that boy and start looking at the girls like he is supposed to. "And he thought sending you here was the way to fix that?" Julie asked. "I guess," Terry forked a piece of chicken into his mouth. "I guess I am lucky, though. I heard him talking about another place where they try and heal people like me. I don't think I can be healed." "Do you want to be?" Belinda asked. "Um, no," Terry answered. "I don't think I'm sick. I just like Terry back home. He is really great, we talk about all sorts of stuff." "Oh, so he likes you too," Julie added. "Well, actually, he likes me as a friend, but he talks about girls a lot," Terry confessed. "That was how my Dad found out about it. One night I was upset and accidentally said the wrong thing about liking him and him being interested in a girl in our class. That was the first big argument. It wasn't pretty." "That's rough," Belinda commiserated. "I get yelled at a lot by my sister and my Mom. Mostly it is about leaving their things alone more than me wearing stuff. I asked my Mom to buy me a couple things but she just says it isn't appropriate. My sister really threw a fit when she found me in the dress she bought for the Junior Prom. I just couldn't resist, it was so pretty and it made me feel wonderful. I hadn't ever had a chance to wear a floor length dress before, and the material was so silky. It felt so good against my legs, well against my entire body. She was really upset when she pulled it off me. I think she thought I was wearing shorts or something under it, though it was so clingy I would have thought she would know better. Instead she saw I was wearing a pair of her really sexy panties. That was when they decided to send me here." "I didn't get told anything," Julie added her story. "I am guessing my Mom figured it out. They just said 'you're going to camp, have a good time'." "I'll bet they have more to say when you get home," Belinda advised. "They probably didn't know what to say." They finished their dinners and disposed of their trays. They decided to go to the meeting room at the other end of the house and check out what was happening there. A few of the other girls were already in there and Counsellor Amy was seated up at the front. As they approached they heard them talking about how they came to be at the camp. They hesitated going further in until Amy signaled them to take a seat. "Tonight we are having a free discussion," she explained. "You can tell your story, or listen, up to you. Nobody will be judged badly for anything said here tonight." A few more girls came in and sat. Most of the stories were similar to what Belinda and Julie had shared. One had supportive parents who thought he would really enjoy the week exploring this aspect and if he wanted would be taken shopping for his own things after coming home. "I want to come live at your house!" Belinda called out. The girls all laughed and several nodded in agreement. "Well, my story was a lot like most of yours," Counsellor Amy began, "when I was about your age I was getting into my mother's clothes and her makeup. I was confused about a lot of things and wearing one of her dresses just made me feel good. She found out and tried to convince me to stop and I tried but I couldn't stay away for long. When my Dad found out he hit the roof, and me. My Mom sent me here to camp to get me out of the house for a while. When I got back my Dad had moved out. I thought it was my fault for the longest time, but she insisted that him starting to beat on me was just the last straw, that they would have separated years before except they both wanted to stay together for my sake. Let me tell you, my Mom and I are both a lot happier now. She let me have my own things while I was still living at home, I had a job and had to buy them myself, but she was ok with it. And today I still come here and spend a week as Amy and I get to meet the new girls like you! This is my eighth year as a counsellor and I will keep coming back as long as they let me. I have a regular job now and they don't know about Amy but they do know I need the same week off every year. See, after this week this camp is a regular summer camp so this is very special. "Alrighty girls," Amy stood up, "I think that is enough for tonight. Off to your cabin, into your nightgowns and off to sleep with you. Tomorrow is your first full day here, I'll see you at breakfast." They all walked back to the cabin, stripped off their dresses, bras, socks and shoes and put on soft cotton nightgowns that reached just below their knees with a flouncy hem. Julie crawled into his bed and pulled the covers up. Soon the cabin was dark and in the darkness they heard a voice. "Julie, Belinda? Thanks," Terry spoke softly. "I don't know if I'd have gotten through today without you." "Happy to help," Belinda answered. Julie let the darkness take him. Julie awoke the next morning; a few of the other girls were already getting ready for the day. He tossed the covers back and looked around to see if anyone was watching. Assured nobody was he stripped down and put on clean panties, bra, t-shirt and skort. Belinda and Terry weren't there so he proceeded to head outside where he found them sitting on a bench. "Good morning," Julie called as he approached. "Morning," Belinda answered cheerily. "Terry and I were thinking it might be fun to go swimming after breakfast. After this afternoon the pool is probably going to be crowded when the rest show up." "Sounds good to me," Julie answered. "Breakfast?" "We were just waiting for you," Terry answered and the three of them tottered off to the cafeteria. After eating and a brief walk to settle the meal they returned to the cabin and changed into swimwear. Belinda and Julie both decided on the bikini, Terry went with the one piece. "Is there going to be a day here that I don't feel stupid?" Terry asked. His one piece had straps that criss-crossed his back and a little skirt at the waist. "Actually, I think you might have made the better choice," Belinda assured her. "Why?" Julie asked. "Because we don't have much to keep our tops from slipping around," Belinda explained. "Oh, yeah," Julie moved his top back and forth a little. "Well, I'm still going to try it today, if it is too much trouble, I'll try the one-piece later," Belinda announced. Then he tied a scarf around his waist as a cover-up. "Ready?" "Let me grab my cover, too," Julie skipped back to the closet and pulled one from inside. "OK, let's go!" They claimed some chairs poolside and dropped towels and cover-ups on them. Julie turned and leapt off the side into the cool water. He immediately felt his top try and slide up his body and grabbed it pulling it back in place. "Hey Belinda," he called as he surfaced, "do you think you could try tightening my top? You were right, It almost came up around my neck when I jumped in." "Sure," Belinda answered sitting on the side with legs dangling in the water. "Come over here." They worked on each other's tops trying to get them a bit tighter while Terry dove in and swam a lap across and back. He grabbed the side near them. "After seeing all you two are going through I'm glad I picked this one. It really isn't too bad, except it keeps trying to crawl up my butt." The others giggled. They laughed and played for a couple hours until they decided to go back and change for lunch. After lunch they went to archery and more volleyball. As they walked back to the cabin to change for dinner they saw a couple buses pulling up the drive. They watched as a few dozen boys poured off the buses and ran to the various cabins. "Guess they were excited to get here," Terry observed. "Well, they already know what this is all about," Julie answered. "Come on, let's get dressed for dinner. It is going to be crowded tonight." Julie chose a crisp white blouse with a green plaid skirt for tonight's meal. Terry had a dress similar to the night before just a different color. Belinda picked a pink dress. They walked together to the cafeteria and saw girls emerging from the other cabins. They were surprised to see they were wearing dresses for a nice dinner: black dresses, long light dresses, dresses that were tight and short but had a sheer skirt that was longer. "Do you think they brought that stuff with them? Sure looks nicer than the stuff we get to wear," Julie noted. "I don't know, but I like the idea of coming back," Belinda answered. They went to dinner, got their food and took seats. Before long some of the older girls sat by them but pretty much ignored them. Julie couldn't help but look at the jewelry they wore, the nice dresses, and the make-up. They looked marvelous. After dinner they attended a movie in the meeting room and then off to bed. The days were filled with activity. The older girls started talking to them a little when they were at the pool, or on the same game field. Conversations struck up at dinner. The week was almost over before they knew it. "OK, girls," Counselor Amy was waiting for them when they came in to change for dinner. "Tomorrow is time for everyone to head home. I hope you've had a great time this week; it has been great getting to meet and know you all. As a special treat tonight, you will find a special dress for tonight's dinner in your closet. It is our traditional formal dinner. See you there; I have to go get ready." Julie practically ran to his closet and pulled open the door. A long dress hung inside, it was fairly simple with a scoop neck top of black velvet, the skirt started below the breast with a brown and red Indian pattern. There was also a long slip. With hands shaking from excitement he undressed without even thinking about if anyone was watching. He found a bra that had straps more to the side so they wouldn't be visible. He changed into clean panties and pulled the long slip up to his waist. He dropped the dress over his head and it fell to the floor. He smoothed it all over, thrilling at the feel of it. Then he saw the shoes. They had a modest heel, about an inch and a half, but a heel none the less. He sat on the bed and pulled the dress and slip up before sliding his feet into the shoes. At last he stood feeling the coolness of the slip against his legs and the pressure on his toes. He looked about. Belinda was standing there looking at him with a huge smile on his face. His dress was silver and silky. "Isn't this awesome?" They looked over at Terry who also looked extremely happy. He wore a white blouse with a large collar and a long black skirt with a sheer overlay. He stepped toward them and they saw it wasn't a skirt at all, but pants. "Pants?" Julie asked. "Yeah, can you believe it? They gave me pants," he grinned. "I am so thrilled. I mean they are obviously for a girl, but they are pants!!" They paraded out the door. Julie quickly learned he needed to hold his skirt up as he transcended the steps so as not to trip. The same when he reached the main house to go up them. When they reached the cafeteria they saw Counselor Amy standing among the other counselors. She wore a black floor length halter dress with a slit up her left leg that reached to mid-thigh. The heels she wore were much higher than the ones they were wearing. She spotted them looking at her and gave them a little wave. They waved back and proceeded to enter the cafeteria. "Please go and take a seat," another of the counsellors in a long red dress instructed. "Tonight you will have your dinner served." They looked about the room and saw that crisp white linen table cloths had been placed on them. Napkins, nice silverware and glasses stood ready at each place. They looked at each other and started to rush toward their usual seats but Julie tripped on his dress and nearly fell. "Take your time girls," the counsellor scolded. "Treat this like a fine restaurant. You need to be using your best manners." "Yes, ma'am," they chimed together then turned and went to their seats. They giggled a bit as they took their seats and began unfolding their napkins and laying them in their laps. They watched as the rest of the girls came in and took seats. Belinda and Julie oohed and aahed over some of the dresses the older girls had chosen for the night's dinner. At last the room seemed full. Counsellor Amy stood at the front and addressed the crowd. "Good evening, ladies. Tonight we celebrate our farewell dinner and take this time to reflect on the week we've had together. For our newest girls, I hope you've had a wonderful week exploring your feminine side. Unfortunately, some of the girls broke a few of the rules here and are not able to sit and enjoy this wonderful meal we are about to have. Instead they will be your servers tonight." Six girls emerged from the swinging doors carting trays of salads. They were all dressed the same in short black dresses with black hose. They looked nice, but they surely aren't anything like the dresses they would have chosen to wear. Once the salads were delivered they dug in. Some of the older girls were giving the wait-staff a hard time asking for different items making them run back and forth to the kitchen. The entr?e was either baked chicken with rice and country style green beans or roast beef with gravy, mashed potatoes and green beans. Julie and Belinda got the chicken, Terry went for the beef. Finally, dessert came: large ice cream sundaes with choice of toppings. The waitresses held the tray as the girls spooned the toppings onto the bowls of vanilla ice cream in front of them. They each built huge decadent desserts. "I think I'd like to come back next year just for this dessert," Belinda told them between bites. "I want to come back next year," Julie nodded. "This has been the best week I've ever had." "Not me," Terry answered. Belinda and Julie stopped eating and stared at him. "Look, I'm sorry," he sighed. "You've been great. I wouldn't have made it without you two, but this just isn't my thing. I don't want to act like a girl, or even just wear girl clothes." "Yeah," Belinda answered first. "I get it. You've been great, though and I'm glad we got to be friends." "Me too," Julie nodded before slurping in another big spoonful of dessert. As they finished up, Counsellor Amy once again took her place at the center of the room, "Ladies, your attention, please." She waited the couple moments for the room to quiet down. The waitresses were lined up against the wall. "When you get back to you cabin tonight, you will find that the clothes you were wearing when you arrived are in your closet. You will need to dress in those when you get up, come here for breakfast, and after that you will board your buses to return home. "Once again, it has been a pleasure seeing you all here and I hope I get to see many of you again next year. Take care." At the closing everyone started getting up from their tables. Many of the girls were hugging and tears could be seen streaking the faces of several of them. "We don't need to say any good-byes until tomorrow on the bus," Belinda spoke. Julie nodded but saw Belinda's eyes glistening. They walked into the cool night air and meandered toward the cabin. They saw knots of other girls also walking slowly toward the other cabins. Terry spotted a pair of girls wandering between a couple of the cabins. "Where are they going?" he asked. Neither Julie nor Belinda answered. "Come on." "Where?" Julie asked. "I want to see what they are up to," Terry answered and started in their direction. "This dress is too long," Julie complained. "I can't walk through that grass and stuff." "We won't go too far," Terry urged, "just far enough to see where they are going." "Why do you care?" Belinda asked. "I don't know," Terry answered. "I just feel like I gotta see." They fell in line behind Terry trying to look like they were just casually walking in a random direction. They did manage to find a spot where the dresses wouldn't tangle in the brush when they spotted the other girls just behind the cabin. They were making out. "Oh," Julie gasped. "Um, I think we ought to go." "Not yet," Terry answered edging a bit closer. One of the girls in a long blue dress started pulling the shorter green dress of the other girl up. They couldn't see clearly, but they could make out that the girl was now trying to reach into the now exposed panties. "I don't think I want to see this," Julie turned away. "I do," Terry answered. "I need to." Julie looked back as the girl in blue squatted down. They couldn't see what came next as the green dress fell down blocking their view but they could all guess at what was happening. "I'm going to the cabin," Julie turned and started walking quickly as he could in his heeled shoes over uneven ground. "I'm with you," Belinda turned and followed. "Yeah, ok, I'm coming," Terry followed them back. "Why did you want to watch that?" Belinda asked before they entered the cabin. "There are others like me here," he tried to explain. "I thought everyone just wanted to pretend they are girls but someone likes boys too. Maybe they like pretending to be a girl too, but they like boys. It made me feel better knowing that." "Did you know that was what they were doing when you followed them?" Julie asked. "Maybe," Terry shrugged. "I thought something like that, but I didn't expect all that." They went inside and Julie went to his closet. He opened the door and saw the jeans and t-shirt he wore that first day a week ago when he boarded the bus. He was saddened thinking of the week ending. He carefully peeled off his dress and hung it back in the closet, folded the slip and put on a nightgown for the last time that week. He crawled into bed. Next morning he got up and dressed in his old clothes. It felt strange putting on pants after all week in skorts and dresses. And not wearing a bra left him feeling naked. "Ah, this is better," Pat called as he approached. "Speak for yourself," Belinda chided him but in a friendly tone. The three went and got breakfast. They saw Counsellor Amy who was dressed in her normal skort and workout top. "Nobody sees me as anything but the girl I am when I am here," she informed them when they asked. "I will go back to my male life after I get home." "Sweet," Belinda commented and they went on. A couple hours later they were sitting together on the bus watching the camp fade away out of sight. "I just want to know you as Terry and Belinda," Julie told them when that started talking about whether they should exchange real names and numbers and things. "Yeah, I think you're right," Belinda agreed. Terry was the first to get off. They all hugged and wished him well. A short time later Belinda's stop came up. Both boys had tears in their eyes as they bid each other good bye. Finally, the bus mostly empty, Julie came to his stop. He knew that the moment he stepped off the transport Julie would be left behind and Al would come into existence again. He hesitated wanting to hold onto Julie a little longer. At last he stepped onto the black tar of the parking lot. "Hey Al," his mother called. "You ok?" "Yeah, I'm great," he answered. "So, how was the week? I wasn't sure that we should just push you off to that camp without telling you what was going on but your father insisted it would be better for you." "It was wonderful," Al smiled at her. "That was the best week, thank you. I want to go back next year." "What?" she looked shocked. "We thought that maybe it would take it out of your system. That you wouldn't like being forced to wear girl's clothes all week and that you would be ready to be a normal boy again." "Normal?" he repeated. "Mom, there were a lot of others there like me who found they enjoy being a girl for a little while. There were some there that seemed to like the other girls too, but I don't think that is for me. But I made a couple really good friends there and it was great being who we wanted to be, even if it was just for a week." "Your father isn't going to be very happy hearing that," she explained. "I'm not sure how I feel about it right now either." They rode home in silence; it wasn't at all the reception Al thought it would be. He had been practically bursting wanting to talk more about his time at camp and about Belinda and Terry but now he wasn't sure there would be any talk at all. Once at home they all sat and his father asked about the week. Al finally let it all out about the camp, everything he could remember. He tried to explain how incredible the week was, how he felt about it all. When he finally ran out of words he sat in silence. His parents just sat there as well, the quiet felt like a thick blanket slowly suffocating Al. "OK, then," his father finally broke the tension. "I guess that settles things. I really hoped that you would discover that you didn't like it when you were forced to wear those clothes all the time but it seems that backfired. There is only one thing left to do: buy you some things of your own." "What?" his mother jerked to look at her husband. "What?" Al jumped his eyes going wide with shock. "I've been reading about this while you were gone," his father explained. "And as you have discovered there are more boys out there doing it than I ever thought. I've read too many stories of runaways, or worse, of kids that have tried to deal with either their sexuality like your friend Terry, or just wanting to, er, act more feminine." "John, you can't be serious," his mother whispered harshly. "Would you prefer he keep sneaking into your things?" he looked at her calmly. "I don't like this. I don't understand it. I'll bet he doesn't fully understand everything at this point either but I refuse to lose my son over something as trivial as him wanting to wear a dress sometimes. Maybe he'll grow out of it; maybe he won't. I suspect he has an idea of just how bad things at school can get if anyone there finds out." Al nodded frowning slightly. "Yeah, thought so," he sighed. "I suspect some of the other boys at the camp had some stories that weren't very good." He watched another slight nod from his son. "So, we get him a couple things of his own and next year we let him go back to that camp if he still wants to go." "I can't believe you are going to do this!" his wife shrieked. "Well, I am not going to be a party to it. If you want him to have a dress or underwear or whatever, you can go shopping." She got up and left the room. Al and his Dad sat there for a moment. "I hope she eventually calms down," his Dad offered. "Thank you for trying to understand," Al offered a little smile. "Well, I don't really understand, but I have a little experience with it," he glanced back at the door to the room. When certain they were going to continue to be alone he went on. "I have never spoken of this to anyone, but I saw one of your uncles in a dress once. I never spoke to him about it, and far as I know he never got caught, but things happened over the years that made me believe he did it more than that one time. Nobody would ever guess back then, and if he is still doing it I couldn't tell you. If that is what you end up doing, well I don't know that I can argue." Al got up and went and hugged his father. "Thank you," he whispered. "Al, don't say anything to anyone about what I just told you, understand?" Al nodded again. He knew about the importance of keeping a secret. A couple weeks later Al and his Dad went to the store to shop for a couple things Al could have of his own. They had a long conversation the night before and Al confessed to wanting to get some of his mother's things recently. He swore he hadn't but it was getting harder to not do it again. His Dad relented it was time. John never was comfortable walking around the Ladies' wear department at any of the stores, and it was even worse for him that day because he was there trying to but some things for his son. Al was both excited and scared. He was getting to pick out a few things for himself and the store was pretty crowded and anyone from school could come walking by at any moment. He remembered all the sizes of the things he wore at camp so he was helpful in getting to the right area quickly. After a couple minutes, Al started losing himself in looking at everything he wanted, forgetting about the outside world, until his father reminded him that he would like to wrap things up pretty quickly. He finally selected a few dresses, panties, bras and a couple pairs of shoes. They approached a check-out register with a smiling saleslady watching them approach. "Are you shopping for your sister?" the lady asked as she scanned the tags. "Um," John hesitated. "Yes," Al quickly jumped in. "She's my twin sister, her name is Julie. Our birthday is next week and we are going to surprise her." "Well, you're a very special brother," she smiled as she finished. "You picked out some very nice things, I hope she likes them." They split up the bags and headed back to the car. "Where did you come up with the name Julie?" his father questioned him. "That's my name at camp," he answered. "Oh, you didn't mention that when you told us about camp before." "Well, you and Mom didn't seem to be enjoying my stories as much as I did so I started cutting things short." "I'm sorry," his Dad seemed to slouch a bit. "It's OK," Al tried to sound very happy. "Look what we did! It's better than I could have hoped for. Over the next year Al would hang out in his room often dressing up and pretending he was the girl he sometimes wished he had been born as. He tried to imagine what his school day was like walking the halls in his short pleated skirt and white blouse. Or maybe he would put on a nicer dress and imagine going to a dance or out with other girls shopping or something. He was doing his own laundry now because his mother didn't want to see any of his things that would remind her of what he was up to in his room those days. She just couldn't seem to get over it. It saddened Al, but most of the time everyone acted like they always had. Finally, the day came back around. Al's Dad stood with him waiting for the bus to arrive. He was heading back to camp. They watched as the bus entered the parking lot and pulled to a stop, the door opened with a hiss. Al turned and gave his Dad a huge hug and ran onto the bus. He took a seat where he could wave bye again. His Dad was smiling as he waved, he was doing a lot better dealing with everything than his Mom. The bus was a lot noisier than it was the last year. Many of the boys on it already knew each other. Finally, after a couple stops, a boy got on and raced toward the back. He immediately took the seat beside Al and they hugged each other. "Belinda!" Al groaned through the crush of the embrace. "I have missed you so much! You wouldn't believe the year I've had." "Oh, Julie," Belinda sighed, "I have missed you, too." The two chattered away to each other ignoring the passing scenery that they had studied so intently on their last ride toward the camp. The bus started away from another stop and a boy stopped beside the seat where Julie and Belinda were talking. Julie pulled his eyes away for a moment to see why the boy was staring at them. "Terry?" he asked. "What, no," Belinda spun in his seat. "You said you weren't coming back!" He leapt up and wrapped his arms around their missing third. "Easy," Terry laughed. "I don't want to spend all week in the infirmary with a broken something because we fell on the bus. What can I say? I missed you two, I decided I could put up with another week of skirts if I got to hang with you." He turned and sat on the edge of the seat across the aisle and the three of them prattled on until the bus reached its destination. They got off the bus as quickly as they could. They glanced across and saw the gaggle of little girls all watching them arrive. "Hey Counsellor Amy!" Julie waved. She waved back and went back to instructing the new girls on what was changing from the day before. Julie, Belinda and Terry were all together again in their cabin. This time they were all in Magnolia. Their beds were three in a row and their closets already had their chosen name on them. Al went to his closet and quickly inventoried his wardrobe. He found everything he asked for and quickly changed clothes into the obligatory skort and tank top. He looked over the dresses he had selected for dinner each evening, especially the long black formal for the final night. "Ready to go get some lunch?" Belinda asked. "Yup, Terry?" Julie turned to look at their friend. "Yeah, I guess." They ventured off to spend another week living a bit of their own happiness. A couple days into the week, Terry started disappearing during the day going off to do things on his own. Finally at lunch he joined them at the table and another girl was with him. "Hey Belinda, hey Julie," he greeted them. "This is my friend Kathy. She is staying in Bluebonnet." "Hi!" Kathy waved. "Hi," they answered back. Belinda and Julie exchanged a glance and a smile. They talked through lunch and went off to the pool after putting on their bathing suits. "OK," Terry spoke as he watched Kathy walk over to the water's edge and jump in. "We started talking a couple days ago when you two were still in line for lunch. She really likes it here like you two do, but she is here because of the same reason I am. Parents initially believed it would cure her. Guess we fooled them, huh?" "It's ok," Julie assured him. "Yeah, we're happy for you," Belinda affirmed. "Go jump in with her. She's welcome to hang out with us if you want." "Yeah?" Terry's face lit up. "Thanks, you are the best." After that they became a regular foursome. They had another wonderful stay at Camp Jardin. When they left this time they exchanged information so they could stay in touch. And the next year they returned, and every year up through their 18th birthday. After that, Julie and Belinda were able to become counsellors at the camp. Terry felt that it wasn't right for him and that even though he grew accustomed to that one week each year, the kids that came there needed counsellors who really understood them. Kathy chose not to return to camp either, but did enroll in the same college as Terry. All four remained close for the rest of they lives.